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jacksdinonuggets · 2 months

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~Fight Nights~

Y'ALL I HAD AN IDEA AND I WROTE IT.

Summary: Vaggie has a fight with Charlie and needs comfort. However, the only other person she can run to is Carmilla

Vaggie stormed out of the hotel, angry, and on the brink of tears. She and Charlie had just gotten into a fight. They didn’t fight often so it really affected them when they did. The reason that they fought? Vaggie was suppressing her negative emotions again, therefore keeping a secret. This made Charlie pretty upset since she wanted them to have a mutual relationship and not just one protector. However, Vaggie viewed herself as someone who couldn’t show weakness so she got pretty worked up when Charlie confronted her about it. She didn’t mean to turn it into an argument. It just sort of happened.

Anyways, she just really needed comfort from someone and the only other person she could really go to was carmilla. She had been taking fighting lessons once a week with her and sometimes, she would even teach a little bit of ballet so she could learn to dance-fight. At first, they would just go back and forth with returning weapons and paying some loans and business stuff but then they started to get a bit personal. Sometimes, if Vaggie was having a bad day, Carmilla would invite her into her office and they would talk about whatever was bothering her before they practiced.

So, still slightly pissed and more emotional than ever, she walked to her warehouse that was also just her normal house. She knocked on the big metal doors, hanging her head low. Now was not the time to cry.

The doors opened after a couple of seconds and Carmilla greeted her at the door.

“Vaggie, what brings you here? It is not our normal practice day,” She questioned as she urged the girl inside.

“I just-... I needed someplace safe to cool down. Me and Charlie had a fight,” Vaggie explained. Talking had never seemed as hard as it did at that moment. It felt like with every word she was about to break down into tears. Usually, if she was feeling like this, she would go to Charlie and the two would cuddle, spend time together, or have little time. But she couldn’t because she felt wrong for having to want comfort from the person she just fought with. It would be awkward and strange.

Carmilla sighed, “How about you meet me in my office and i’ll bring up a cup of tea. Then you can tell me all about it, ‘kay?” Vaggie nodded and started walking up the stairs. She passed the big doors that lead into the main house area and went towards the office.

As Vaggie was waiting, she could feel her headspace teetering. It was a weird feeling to want to be taken care of and comforted by basically a stranger. But somehow she grew sort of attached to her.

When Carmilla returned, she had two cups of tea in her hand. She gave one to Vaggie, who was sitting on the couch. She nodded a thank you and took a sip. Carmilla sat next to her and put her’s on the coffee table.

“Alright, why don’t you tell me what’s going on?” she prompted. Vaggie took a deep breath and began.

“Charlie had begun to notice that i was hiding my vulnerable emotions and lying whenever she would ask if i was okay. I get overwhelmed easily but I would say i was fine whenever someone would ask, just to not be seen as weak. Well, she noticed and confronted me about it. We got into this huge fight and she brought up how i haven’t regressed-” Shit, she can’t tell her that. That’s too personal. Plus, what if she thinks its weird? “Uh- I mean used this one coping mechanism in a month or two and that i was repressing it,” wow, great save there.

“Anyways, she hit a few nerves that I know she probably regrets. I said a few things I’m not proud of, but it still hurts. Its like, I really want a hug but I can’t get it because she’s the only one I have who can comfort and love me!” Vaggie spiraled. At this point, she didn’t even care that she was talking to a dangerous overlord. She just needed to rant. And rant she did.

“Would it make you feel better if I gave you a hug?” Carmilla offered. She saw how Vaggie looked as though she desperately needed one. It was like looking at a small panicking child. You just needed to help them. In a way, Vaggie reminded her of her daughters. And Carmilla reminded Vaggie of a mother in a way. Not like she’s ever known hers, being a heavenborn orphan whose only family consisted of exorcists who bullied her.

Vaggie nodded. Carmilla wrapped her arms around the small, short girl and gave a reassuring squeeze. Vaggie had never wanted to cry more than did right now. It was overwhelming. But not exactly in a bad way. She felt this strange, clingy emotion towards her.

Carmilla was about to pull away but she felt something stopping her. Vaggie’s arms were gripping her waist like her life depended on it and she could feel something wet on her collarbone where Vaggie had her head. She hadn’t even noticed the girl start crying. But nonetheless, she rubbed her back and comforted her, just like she would with her daughters.

“Shh, it's okay, I’ve got you,” she whispered in a soothing motherly tone, the one she never uses with strangers or in combat.

Vaggie’s headspace dipped so far when those words were spoken. She felt so small, like a toddler in Carmilla’s big embrace.

“Mama..” Vaggie mumbled into her chest. It was very muffled and quiet though.

Carmilla noticed the words spoken from vaggie and knew that the girl’s headspace had dropped. She wasn’t stupid. She knew what regression was.

“Mama’s here, sweetie,” she gently told her.

The two hugged for what seemed to be 5 minutes until Vaggie calmed down. She didn’t want to let go though. It felt so good to feel loved.

“It seems like it’s past your bedtime, little one,” she said when they pulled apart. Vaggie pouted but was noticeably tired. It was about 9:30 and her little brain could only stay up so late.

“Come on, I’ve got a spare room you can use.” she stood up and signalled for her to follow her. However, she Vaggie was having some trouble standing. She kept falling over. Having one eye and being small didn’t mix well for balance.

Carmila bent over and picked her up. She held her by her hip as she carried her out of the office, their tea forgotten. She walked towards the big doors that led to the main house area. When she opened the doors, Clara and Odette were sitting in the living room on the couch. They looked up to see their mother carrying the princesses girlfriend? It confused them but Carmilla mouthed ‘I’ll explain later’.

When they approached the guest room, Carmilla was able to hold Vaggie with one hand for about a second to open the door. They didn’t have any spare pajamas so Vaggie would have to sleep in her current clothes. They didn’t seem too uncoomfortable though.

Carmila laid her down in the bed and pulled the covers over her, tucking her in.

“Wha’ bout Char-Char?” Vaggie rubbed her eyes. The big kid in her knew that Charlie would be expecting her to be home in about an hour and would definitely begin freaking out if she wasn’t home by then.

“I’ll let her know you’re staying the night,” Carmilla said in a hushed voice, “For now, its ni-ni,”

Once she was done tucking her in she turned off the lights and left, but not before cracking the door just in case Vaggie needed anything during the night. Then, she went back downstairs to explain the situation to her daughters. They seemed pretty okay with it and promised not to spread it, as Carmilla knew it was something she’d probably like to keep a secret. In the end, Carmila never expected to be the mother of three, yet here she was.

#agere fanfic #agere writing #safe agere #sfw agere #age regression #hazbin hotel agere #sfw littlespace #hazbin hotel vaggie #hazbin hotel carmilla #carmilla carmine #Carmilla Carmine is Vaggie's caregiver #hazbin hotel age regression #hazbin hotel littlespace

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adragonsfriend · 2 days

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Reading Darth Plagueis,

by James Luceno.

Ok I finished this book. It was a wild ride, here are some highlights, (anything in quotes, " ", is in fact, a direct quote). Spoilers, I guess.

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“At some point, probably when he was focused on murder, a rock or other projectile had pulped a large area of his lower back.”--Plagueis

Yeah man that always happens to me too when I’m focused on murder

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Me thinking, *Plagueis is way too normal for a sith,* about five seconds before the narration goes *Plagueis was hungry. he thought about eating the eggs of some sentient lizards and also the sentient lizards themselves, but restrained himself*

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Plagueis, a banker: nOt all mUNns R bAnkErS u kNoW

A pirate who wants a bribe: be better for you if you were some financial wizard

Plagueis, a literal wizard:

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Captain La (the random pirate): how do u know my name

Plagueis: *truthing* I sliced you ship’s systems,

Plagueis: *lying* it’s not like I’m a telepath or something

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*at the evil rich people party*

"Republic senators, at least those that weren’t present, would be subjected to ridicule—"

I love how the narration says "subjected" like Bail Organa would give fuck about some assholes making fun of him

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Plagueis in a business meeting as hego damask:

Repeats himself multiple times conducting experiments in trying to force suggest to a resistant species

His assistant: bro what r u doing ur making us look bad

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omg young Palpatine is so Anakin coded. Genuinely he throws tantrums it’s perfect

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Tag this accidental baby acquisition some random dathomiri lady just handed maul over like a sac of potatoes

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Sidious, about to gaslight, girlboss, gatekeep, mansplain, manipulate, and threaten to manslaughter Nute Gunray within an inch of his life all in the span of a 2 minute zoom call: *wearing his Sith cloak on their holocall* what is up my guy? did u get the rare collectible bird I sent u anonymously a while back?

Nute Gunray: uhh…yes…um… its very nice…who are you and why r u hiding in that hood bro?

Sidious: it's the traditional clothing of my Order

Gunray: ur a cleric?

Sidious: "Do I seem like a holy man to you?"

Me: the only holes I see here are in your logic, morals, ability to feel compassion, and *waves hand all encompassingly* vibes

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Dooku: if one more Jedi dies because of the indolence of the republic, I’ll leave the Jedi and refuse to look back

Palpatine: *listening attentively*

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Plagueis & Maul: (separately) gloat about being Sith Lords to people they’re about to kill

Sidious:

Sidious: these idiots cannot keep a secret to save their lives—

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Plagueis ACTUALLY believes Sidious is about to appoint him co-chancellor. what an idiot.

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Padme shocking both Sith at every turn during the Naboo crisis is sending me

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Oooh Sidious' murder rant is incredible. He's like Plagueis you manipulated and abused me, now i'm gonna kill you so I can go do that to other people without you hanging over my shoulder. It's like the evil but still cathartic version of Zuko's speech to Firelord Ozai.

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Dooku: That zabrak guy was definitely a Sith. There has to be another one, probably the master

Sidious, standing right next to him in a shadowy warehouse wearing a black cloak: “how would one even begin to know where to look for this other Sith?”

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“For an instant, Palpatine perceived a touch of his younger self in Skywalker”

This book needs to stop. Maybe consider pulling its punches sometime. The only mark of disapproval I have here is that this is portraying Obi-Wan as an asshole for the five seconds he’s present

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Bad news, the book did indeed stop. I have been gravely injured, but also greatly amused. The experience of reading this book is just constant vacillation between *wow so Sith Lord, so scary, so evil* and *Plagueis, my guy, that is the dumbest ideology I’ve ever heard. maybe if you took a nap (for the first time in 20 years) you’d finally say something that made sense*

I will also confess that I was taking detailed notes about Plagueis for an AU idea I have that I will not be starting for at least another year because I am married to BHOT and I refuse to be like the rest of you sorry fucks with 17 wips (ignoring that fanfic is in fact the only genre of writing I do not have at least 17 wips in)

#star wars #star wars legends #darth plagueis #james luceno #darth sidious #chancellor palpatine #darth maul #count dooku #anakin skywalker #long post #star wars yeeteth

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petersasteria · 3 years

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Fuck, We’re Screwed - Tom Holland AU

Pairing: Hotel Manager!Tom x Events organizer!Reader Requested? Nah but I asked @allyz to pick a number from 1-4. 3k words

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You never knew that you would meet the man of your dreams and when you did, it was perfect. He was a receptionist at a hotel that you frequently organized events at. You guessed that your clients loved it there and you admitted that it was lovely.

Grand Elite Hotel was the place. The first time you went there, you were just one of the customers. You never would have guessed that in the years to come, you would organize events there. It was fresh to be on the other side of the event. You were always the guest and it was refreshing to organize the events this time. It made your job easy because you knew what guests wanted and didn't want.

Tom was just new on the job that time and he was assigned to direct the guests to the events hall. If someone asks about the said event, he would direct them there. Tom did great and when all the guests were there, he went back to the reception.

A few hours later, the event was finished and everyone was packing up at the events hall. Tom knew it wasn't his job, but he just wanted to check out the particular event hall that he kept directing everyone to. He peeked and entered as soon as he saw everyone cleaning up. Then, he saw you. You were busy stacking the chairs and he went over to help you.

"Hey." Tom said softly as he handed you a chair. "I'm guessing you're the organizer for this event."

"You guessed right." You chuckled and shook his hand. "I'm Y/N."

"Tom." He smiled and let go of your hand. "If you don't mind me asking, what was the event?"

His question made you roll your eyes. You didn't have a problem with him. He seemed nice. You just had a problem with the event itself.

Tom saw you roll your eyes and he assumed that he said something that might have offended you. "Oh, did I say something to hurt your feelings? I am so sorry!" Tom said nervously.

You quickly shook your head, "It's not your fault, Tom. It's just the event itself."

"What's the event anyway?" Tom asked as he stacked a few chairs.

"It's a kid's seventh birthday party. I hate kids, but as an events organizer, I shouldn't be picky with my clients. They paid me a huge amount of money and I'm super grateful for it." You said.

"I can sense a 'but' coming." Tom chuckled.

"But the kid is such a brat!" You exclaimed. "You should've seen this whole place before packing up. It was like a Disney princess shit in it, I swear!"

"Everything was pastel pink and there was random shit on the ceiling. Y'know, the balloons and the paper lanterns and the lights. Then each table had fancy candelabras made of glass as centerpieces. The fucking giveaways were put in a really expensive purse. And as if the whole thing wasn’t expensive enough, inside the purse there's a Chanel lip gloss in the shade of 'tender rose', a baby brush from Tiffany's, a sparkling pink heart bracelet from Pandora and to top it all off, personalized keychains also from Tiffany's." You ranted.

"Then we went ice cream tasting one day and she hated everything! We ended up trying EVERY SINGLE STRAWBERRY FLAVOR at different ice cream parlors." You added.

"Jesus, she sounds like a nightmare." Tom shook his head.

"May I remind you that she's only seven. I don't want to imagine what it would be like when she's sixteen or older." You sighed as you finished stacking the chairs before looking around to see if there were other things needed to clean up that your crew forgot.

"Damn. I could imagine." Tom rolled his eyes as he put his hands on his hips.

"I fucking hate kids." You muttered under your breath, but Tom heard and looked at you quickly. You turned to him and apologized thinking that you offended him or thinking he had a kid of his own. "Oh my god. I'm sorry if I offended you or anything. You probably have a really nice kid and—"

Tom quickly shook his head, "Oh, fuck no! I don't have a kid. I was going to say that I hate kids too. They're all so whiny and stuff."

"Right?! The curse ends with us." You joked causing Tom to laugh.

You and Tom got along quick after that. Soon, you went on dates and eventually became official.

You've been dating since you were both 23 and you were still dating until now. Both of you are now 27 living in a shared apartment in London with the same old jobs you had when you both met.

It was both yours and Tom’s day off and both of you have been invited to Harrison’s second baby shower and as soon as you arrived at Harrison’s house, both of you were greeted by Harrison and his fiance.

“Hey! I’m so glad you could make it!” Georgina, Harrison’s fiance, said with a smile. You smiled back and handed her a gift. “Oh, thank you! I’ll put this with the other gifts.” She said and excused herself.

“Congrats on your second baby, mate. We’re so happy for you!” Tom said with a smile. Harrison gave you both a tight lipped smile as he carefully looked around.

“I need to talk to both of you.” Harrison said as he led both of you to the kitchen. You and Tom looked at each other, but followed Harrison anyway. When you arrived at the kitchen, Harrison looked around to see if someone was listening. When he didn’t see anyone eavesdropping, he quickly looked at both of you.

“Are you okay?” You asked him in concern.

“Don’t do it.” Harrison quickly said.

“Don’t do what?” You asked in confusion.

“Don’t have kids.” Harrison said quietly. “I love my daughter. I really do. I also love the little rascal in the fucking womb right now, but this parenting shit is tiring.”

“I want to sleep the whole day, my body hurts from carrying my daughter around, my ears are ringing from all the crying, my head wants to explode because of all the annoyance that’s building up inside of me, I have no privacy anymore, I can’t watch what I want, and they whine all the fucking time and they throw tantrums. So, I’m begging both of you to not have kids. Save yourselves.” Harrison ranted.

“Thanks for telling us this wonderful information.” Tom chuckled. “But Y/N and I got that covered. We aren’t planning to have kids, anyway.”

“Yup! So, you don’t need to warn us about it. We already know that kids are a handful and we just don’t want that pressure, y’know?” You said and Tom nodded.

“Good.” Harrison said. “Anyway, enjoy yourselves. I have to find G to make sure she has everything covered.” With that, Harrison left.

You and Tom were helping yourselves to the food there when you suddenly felt unsatisfied with the food there. Tom looked at you and said, “What’s up? This is your favorite food.”

“I don’t really feel like eating it.” You frowned. “It’s weird, isn’t it?”

You’ve been having weird cravings lately which was weird considering you were really picky. You also felt bloated and you haven’t had your period in two months as well. But that was normal for you because your period had a weird cycle; sometimes you would have it every month and other times, you’d skip a month of two.

While you thought this was all normal, Tom was thinking otherwise. It was becoming a nightmare for him because he had a strong feeling that you’re pregnant. He wanted to ask you to take a test, but he didn’t know how to ask you because he knew you would be annoyed.

“Hey, Y/N?” Tom said nervously.

“What if you took a pregnancy test?” Tom suggested and you looked at him annoyed, just like he expected.

“Why on earth would you suggest that?” You asked.

“Because you’re showing signs of pregnancy, that’s why!” Tom said quietly. “Just take one test or go to the doctor and after that, we can live our lives again.”

You didn’t agree to it, but after a few days of thinking, you finally went to the doctor after setting up an appointment. Tom couldn’t go with you because he was working. He got promoted to being the hotel manager and it demanded more of his time. You currently didn’t have any events to be working on, that’s why you agreed to check with the doctor.

Two words haunted you on the way home and you didn’t know what to feel. It was a shock to you and you didn’t know how Tom would react. Both of you weren’t even engaged yet.

“You’re pregnant.” The doctor said with a smile.

When you got home, you called your mother because you didn’t know what to do. You were lying on the couch as you waited for her to pick up.

“Hi, sweetie!” Your mother said cheerfully. “It’s so nice to hear from you. How’re you and Tom?”

You smiled as she mentioned Tom. He was your whole world and he meant everything to you. Your family absolutely adored him and they knew of your plans about not having kids. Despite being upset, they respected your decision.

“We’re good; really good. He’s, uh, he’s at work right now. He actually got promoted to hotel manager, so yeah. That’s that.” You answered.

“Oh, how wonderful! Why don’t both of you come here for lunch on his day off? We should celebrate.” Your mum excitedly said.

“Sure. I’ll tell him. That’s not why I called, though.” You said and bit your lip nervously.

“Oh?”

“Mum, I’m pregnant.” You blurted out as you sat up and leaned back on the arm rest of the couch. The other line went quiet for a while and you could almost imagine your mum quietly telling your dad the news and asking your younger brother to put the phone on speaker.

“Mum? Are you still there?” You asked.

“Yes, yes! I’m here. honey. That’s-That’s wow. I thought you and Tom didn’t want to have kids…” Your mum trailed off.

“We still don’t want kids, but this is such a surprise. What if Tom leaves me?” You tear up as you thought of Tom leaving you.

“I don’t think he’ll leave you. Both of you should talk about it.” She suggested.

“Okay.” You sighed. “Well, I have to go now. Tom is coming home soon and I have to prepare dinner.”

“Alright, sweetheart!” She smiled through the phone. “I love you.”

“I love you too.”

“I hope both of you will keep the baby. It’ll be hard, but once you see them grow up and be the person they want to be, it’ll be so fulfilling to know that you raised that child. I’m not forcing you, okay? I’m just saying that in case you decide to keep the baby.” She said.

“Thanks, mum. I’ll call you soon.” You said. You said your goodbyes and hung up the phone. You got up from the couch and started to prepare Tom’s favorite meal. Thirty minutes later, Tom got home and went straight to the kitchen.

“Hi, darling.” He smiled and kissed your cheek. “I see you’re cooking my favorite. What’s the occasion?”

“Nothing.” You shrugged… y’know, like a liar.

“Okay.” Tom brushed it off. “I’ll just change my clothes and I’ll join you in a bit.”

Tom could sense something off with you while both of you were eating dinner and it made him frown. He set his fork and knife down and asked, “Is there something you want to tell me? You seem off; it’s like something’s bothering you.”

You gulped and looked at him. You took his hand in yours and sighed, “Please don’t get mad.”

Tom nodded and asked what was wrong. “I’m two months pregnant.” You sighed. Tom just looked at you and nodded. You looked at him in curiosity, “You’re not mad?”

“Darling, I already knew. I mean, I had a strong feeling that you were.” Tom said softly.

“What’ll we do?” You frowned.

“We’ll figure it out.” Tom said.

You and Tom thought about it for weeks and while you were thinking about it, you told Tom’s family about the pregnancy and they were so happy for both of you. You and Tom didn’t want to admit it, but both of you were growing attached to the little human growing inside of you. Whenever you were stressed, putting a hand on your growing belly was sort of comforting. Tom loved tracing circles on it whenever he cuddles you and it gave him peace.

At this point, you were already seven months pregnant and you still didn’t know the gender. You and Tom still didn’t know what to do about the baby and both of you kept avoiding the topic. You know you have to talk about it soon because you’ll be giving birth in two months.

Eight months in and you finally talked about it. You and Tom agreed that you’d put it up for adoption. After all, kids weren’t part of your plans. No one would take care of your kid despite grandparents from both sides are willing to babysit.

“We should start looking for a family then.” You said softly as you and Tom laid in bed at night. Tom nodded and said, “Yeah, we’ll get that sorted soon. Should we name it? Or will we let the family pick it?”

“I mean… I gave birth to it and you’re the baby’s dad. The baby won’t have anything from us aside from their genes, so I guess we should give them a name too.” You said.

Tom tried to hide his smile and said, “Good.”

“Let me guess… you already have a name in mind?” You chuckled.

“Yup!” Tom smiled.

“Let’s hear it.” You said as you snuggled closer to him.

“I went for a neutral name: Dakota.” Tom said. “Or London. Any of those are fine.”

“I think I like Dakota.” You smiled.

“Dakota it is.” Tom grinned and kissed the top of your head.

Due date.

Tom was freaking out because he was at work and he couldn’t get to you immediately because it was also traffic. You were rushed to the hospital, thankful that Harry and Sam were with you.

“Y/N, calm down, please!” Sam shrieked as he sped through the road going to the hospital. He was sure that he was overspeeding, but he didn’t care. You mattered more.

“Don’t tell me to calm down when a little human is coming out of me!” You screamed at him as Harry held your hand in the backseat.

“Yeah, shut up, Sam!” Harry said.

You finally arrived at the hospital and they immediately brought you in the delivery room as the twins contacted Tom.

“Mate, where are you?!” Sam asked as soon as Tom picked up.

“I’m here! I’m looking for a parking spot.” Tom said frustratedly.

Sam rolled his eyes and said, “Harry will handle it. Get your ass here!”

Harry’s eyes widened at the mention of his name, but Sam just pushed him towards the direction of the exit. Harry quickly ran to where Tom was and Harry quickly got in the car after Tom got out.

He quickly ran inside and saw Sam. “She’s in there!” Sam said and pointed to where the delivery room was. Tom nodded and quickly went in there.

“Sir, you can’t-”

“It’s okay! He’s the father!” You sighed in relief as soon as you saw him. The nurses gave Tom the proper attire and after putting it on, Tom went straight to your side and held your hand.

“You’ll be alright, love. I got you.” Tom kissed your hand and smiled at you.

After being in labor for fifteen hours, Dakota was born. Turns out, Dakota’s a boy which surprised both of you because you and Tom were betting that Dakota would be a girl.

You were now in your hospital room as you looked at Tom who was holding Dakota. He instantly fell in love with his son and it made him change his mind about giving him up for adoption. Seeing the scene in front of you, made you realize that you wanted to see it everyday.

“Hey, Tom?” You whispered.

“Hm?” He hummed, not looking at you as he continued to stare at Dakota.

“I don’t want to give him up for adoption anymore.” You said softly. “I’m sorry if-”

“I want that too.” Tom smiled as he sat down on the chair next to your bed. Dakota started to fuss and Tom panicked and carefully handed Dakota to you. You breastfed Dakota and he calmed down as Tom watched in awe.

“I love you, Y/N.” Tom smiled.

“I love you too.”

“Will you marry me?” Tom asked which made you look at him in shock. “I figured we should go to the next step because it’s just going to be you and me and now, Dakota. We can move out of the apartment and buy a house. We’ve been saving for so long and-”

“Yes, I will marry you.” You gushed causing Tom to smile and get something from his pocket. It was a velvet box and he opened it to reveal the most beautiful ring you’ve ever seen.

“How long have you had that?” You asked.

“Long enough.” Tom answered with a grin. “I was just waiting for the right time and darling, this is definitely the right time.”

“You can put that on me later because my hands are full.” You giggled. “We have a baby and we’re engaged. This is amazing.”

“You’re amazing, darling.” Tom leaned forward and pecked your lips. Both of you sat in peace when Tom broke the silence, “I hope we don’t screw up.”

“Ugh, same here. We’ll do our best and I trust you. We’ll be alright.” You smiled to assure him.

“Yeah.” Tom nodded and glanced at Dakota causing him to lessen his worries, “We’ll be fine.”

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fieryhonesty · 3 years

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The life of You

[AO3]

Words: 1895

Kaeya didn't lie when he said he lives close to the tavern. However even that short distance was enough to make both of you soaked. Letting you enter first to his humble place. It's been a while since he had anyone at home. Usually it was him sleeping over at somebody’s place but that's been a while too.

"Whoah it's so pretty and cute here!" You exclaimed, eyes drifting around. Kaeya let out an amused chuckle. His place is small but he fit here way too many things he dares to admit.

"Hope you don't mind the sofa, unless..." Trailing his sentence on purpose. Curious of what you would say.

"Unless what? I'm fine even with the floor. You know sometimes I had no option and slept on a roof, haha."

Roof? This certainly piqued his curiosity. Just what by The Seven you were doing in Liyue? So far he understands you were helping with running the business. But again, something must have happened. One doesn't leave to take care of business and comes back with a vision out of nowhere.

"Well I could caress your cheeks while sleeping or rub your back-"

"Yea, I pass on that. I'm not that scared kid anymore! You can comfortably sleep, I'll be fine I swear." You answered nonchalantly while giving him a confident smirk.

He wanted to remind you about that squeak back at the tavern but decided not to. Instead of it he offered you to take a shower. You were hesitant at first but upon his remark that you can't sleep in wet clothes and you had a long travel. You agreed, slightly blushing when Kaeya offered you some spare clothes.

As you disappeared into the bathroom Kaeya decided to at least change clothes. He hates rain, it reminds him of that day when his father left him all alone. Also the day when his foster father died. Rain never brought anything good to him.

As he was mindlessly staring out of the window, observing lightnings he didn't notice you were standing in the door frame. Unsure if you should call out for him. He seemed too fascinated and as you looked at his profile you could see the little Kaeya you remembered. He always looked out during storms.

You suddenly sneezed and got the male's attention to yourself. Giving you a smirk as he approached you.

"Be careful to not get mesmerized by my looks, Dearie~" A tint of blush appearing on your face.

"Ah, sorry... I just. I didn't want to bother, you seemed to be lost in thought!" Kaeya's smug expression deepened. Wondering how much teasing you can withstand.

"Hmm. Maybe you are lying, trying to cover the fact you were enjoying your view. I didn't know my timid childhood friend grew into a wild woman." Before you could say something to defend yourself, he gave you another head pat as he walked past you. Now it was his turn to take a shower.

As he left you just by yourself. You just stood there, thinking about his words until your brain could finally understand. You wanted to shout something but it was late night and this was not even your place. Causing Kaeya problems with neighbors was the last thing you wanted to do.

To pass the time you decided to look a bit around, ended up in the kitchen. Looking at the kettle. Where are the cups? Once you found what you needed. Turning on the stove and waiting for water to boil. You felt tired, your muscles were aching, eyelids heavy. Luckily the noise of boiling water woke you up from your half slumber.

About the same time you could hear Kaeya getting out of shower. Going to the corridor to apologize for actually having the audacity to use his kitchen. But instead of an apology for that you murmured a simple sorry and fell back to the kitchen.

Heck. You didn't think he would get out of shower with just a towel around his waist. Feeling more than embarrassed, impatiently staring out of the kitchen window. Seeing absolutely nothing except some randomly appearing lightning in distance.

"Well, well. I didn't know you were so eager to-"

"Please forget about it. I had no idea. I thought you were dressed up like a normal person." You interrupted him while your eyes were still glued to the window.

"That's why you appeared so quickly in the corridor, huh?" He said teasingly. Noticing two cups of steaming tea. "Wow, this nearly feels like we are a couple doesn't it! Seeing me half naked, wearing my clothes. You even made me tea, so sweet!"

You turned at him and rolled your eyes. "Yea, yea. I wanted to let you know I made us tea as I'm still feeling cold despite of taking a shower. But whatever, sorry for that." Crossing arms on your chest. Clearly giving him signals to stop his little play. At what he chuckled again. His expectations were, you being shy and unable to say anything at all. This was fun.

"Hey I know you are tired and would love to dive under blankets. But I'm really curious about something." Sipping from one of the cups before continuing. "What took you so long? You never sent a letter. Nobody knew your location as you never mentioned your mother's business brand." You scoffed as soon as he said the word mother.

"My mother, huh. Honestly I wanted to tell you and Diluc at the same time as I hate to repeat myself but..." Looking at Kaeya, shifting closer to take your cup. Holding it in your hands as you were leaning against the counter.

"I didn't know my mother's business. I mean I grew up in Mondstadt. I had barely any memories at that time. And when I arrived..." You let out a sigh. "It's weird. She pushed me out of her life and then... and then..." Your voice changed from strong to really weak in a matter of seconds.

Kaeya looked at you with concern. He had an idea what happened but decided to let you talk at your own speed.

"So, the letter. It was not my mother's work. Her vice assistant wrote it. At that time my moth... ugh no, she can’t be called mother. Ah... whatever. At that time she was already in a late state of cancer. Practically dying and somehow her last wish was me taking over her business."

Kaeya just stood there, listening to your explanation of what exactly happened. How suddenly you had to learn so many things about business and fabrics. Understanding prices, how to make the best deal and many other things.

"And so when finally everything was settled down, I made my assistant have the same rights as me deciding about the possible best step for business. I mean... Look, she has been there since day one. She probably knows more than anyone else. Already being that woman's assistant. I think I can trust her." Finishing your tea with a loud slurp.

Feeling a bit relieved as you could get it out of your chest finally. More than explaining, it all felt like one big rant.

"To be fair. I wouldn't care if she took over the entire business. I don't want to be a business woman anyway. Too much stress. I wonder how your dad can deal with it all. Ah, do you think he would mind if I ask him for his secrets?"

Your last sentence stung him. He wanted to tell you that master Crepus was no longer alive. That he died one day, while protecting Diluc. But also there was something much worse he wanted to say. The truth about your foster parents.

Instead of saying anything at all he pulled you into an embrace. Silently rubbing your back. As you didn't push him back he assumed it's alright. That's good. He can savor some time to think this through. He can't just tell you two horrible news after hearing your story.

The truth is, each of you lost something or somebody, and is still suffering from aftermath. Yet he feels like the biggest scum ever. Not only he lied to Diluc and master Crepus. He also lied to you and now is about to think of some lie again. Just to push the responsibility to tell you the truth on somebody else.

He is such a horrible person and he knows that. His heart is already torn between what happened in his homeland and here. He is simply not the man who has the rights to be with you. To witness your painful reaction.

"Kaeya?" He just hummed. Praying to archons you won't ask for anything related to either of these catastrophes. "I know I'm a very huggable person, but what's wrong?"

"You said you are cold, and I felt like it. I'm glad to have you back, I'm not always making physical contact like this. You better cherish this moment." Hearing your chuckle and wrapping your hands around his torso.

"Now I feel like a little kid again. You guys always stood on my side and were there for me, thanks for that. And for this."

He felt like he does not deserve this. In fact he felt really down and needed a hug. Everything was repeating in his head, chasing him. He felt sick. Dirty liar. Trying to lie to himself that it's you who needs an embrace, but in fact it's him. He just should push you away and apologize. Tell you the truth like he told to Diluc that day. Make another person to change their opinion on him. He deserves that.

You were feeling like you will fall asleep any time soon. Freeing yourself and noticing Kaeya's darkened expression. Wanted to ask if he is really alright but it suddenly disappeared.

"Guess it's time to fetch you a blanket and go sleep, hmm?" Putting your worries away and nodding at Kaeya.

As you were sitting on sofa and waiting for the blanket, your mind reminded you what's going on. Being in male's house, that male is your friend, using his shower and now wearing his clothes. Usually you would be freaking out from things like this but you just sat there, a bit blushing. Reassuring yourself this is normal between old friends.

When Kaeya appeared in the living room, he was grinning. Telling you to lay down so he can cover you like a little kid. It was funny as he really said something one would tell to a child before sleep. Before he could leave you said something that made him stop in his tracks.

"Tomorrow I want to talk to Diluc. He seemed odd. Like really cold..." He stood there, thinking if he should just hum in response or actually say something. After a few seconds he responded.

"You see, Diluc has grown up. He is no longer the cute lad which would run to you when you fell down. Asking if you are alright, gently blowing at your ouchie or giving it a light kiss to heal faster." Kaeya felt like he said more than he should, hearing you getting up.

"Honey, go back to sleep. Ask him tomorrow, good night." Retreating to his room, feeling guilty. He won't have light sleep tonight, that's for sure.

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softlass27 · 3 years

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Flufftober Day 31 – make me Inspired by this gorgeous Danny gifset

AO3 link here

Robert noticed it when they were in a restaurant, a tucked-away Italian that the two of them were trying out for date night. As he sipped from his glass of wine and perused the menu in front of him, he noticed movement out of the corner of his eye, and looked up to see Aaron bringing his own menu increasingly close to his face.

“You alright there?”

Aaron was practically squinting by this point, creased lines deepening across his forehead. “This place is so dark, I can barely read the bloody menu. Honestly, who decided restaurants had to be lit by candles instead of normal lights, like we’re in the bloody Dark Ages?”

Robert glanced down at his own menu lying on the table, the words perfectly clear and legible to him, before glancing back up at Aaron. Now that he thought about it, he’d seen him holding the newspaper in a similar way the other day. And his phone practically under his nose on a few occasions – Robert had even joked about him getting square eyes if held it any closer.

“Aaron.”

“Hm?”

“When was the last time you had your eyes checked?”

Aaron lowered the menu to frown at him. “Why?”

“Just tell me.”

“Uh, never?”

“What, seriously? You’ve never had an eye test?”

Aaron shrugged. “No? Why would I?”

“Uh, I think you should.”

“Why?”

Robert bit his lip, fighting a smirk at his husband's obliviousness. “Because you can’t see.”

“Don’t be daft,” Aaron scoffed and took a swig of his beer. “I can see fine.”

“If you can’t read that menu, you probably need glasses.”

“I told you, it’s dark in ’ere!”

“Then how come I can read it and you can’t?”

“It’s… lighter on your side of the table.”

Robert huffed an incredulous laugh. “You’re ridiculous.”

“And you’re annoying, but I don’t go on about it, do I?”

“Er, only every day.” Robert rolled his eyes, before pointing at the words on Aaron’s menu. “Spaghetti bolognese, ravioli, lasagna, carbonara – ”

“Alright, point taken,” Aaron snapped, arms folded. “Wanna just order for me, since you’re so clever?”

Robert smirked and signalled a waiter, before confidently ordering starters and mains for the pair of them.

“I can’t need glasses,” Aaron pouted when the waiter left the table.

“Why not?”

“Well, you don’t need them yet.”

“So?”

“So, you’re the old one in this relationship, not me.”

“… Just for that, you’re not getting dessert tonight.”

A few days later, Aaron came home from Hotten, a Specsavers bag swinging from his hand.

“So?” Robert jumped up from the sofa. “What's the verdict?”

“Reading glasses,” Aaron said, holding the bag up. “The optician said it’s just for when I’m using the laptop or reading a book, that sort of thing.”

“A book? Fat chance of that,” Robert snorted, before snatching the bag from him and taking the case out eagerly. “Come on then, let’s see.”

Aaron gave him an odd look. “You’re… weirdly excited about this.”

“I just want to see what they’re like, I can’t picture you with glasses.”

Aaron sighed, before taking the case, opening it up and slipping the new glasses on. They were quite large, but stylish, with wide lenses and thick, black frames.

“What d’you think?”

Robert stared for a moment, before reaching out to gently touch the sleek temples. “Wow.”

“What?” Aaron readjusted them, a little self-conscious. “Do they look bad?”

“Bad?” Robert shot him an incredulous look. “They’re gorgeous.”

“Oh.” Aaron blinked at him through the lenses, taken aback. “Really?”

“Are you kidding? They look great, they really suit you.”

“Yeah? They’re not… I dunno, too big? Feels like they’re taking over my whole face.”

“Nah, they’re perfect. You need big glasses for your big head.”

The smile dropped from Aaron’s face and he smacked Robert on the chest. “Oi, I haven’t got a big head, you – ”

Robert laughed and cut Aaron off mid-rant with a kiss, delighting in the feeling of the frames pressing into his cheek.

“I’m only messing,” he said against Aaron’s lips. “You look fit as fuck.”

“Think you might be a bit biased, there,” Aaron replied, but Robert could feel his mouth curling into a pleased smile.

“Nope, just observant. And my eyes are better than yours, so I know what I’m talking about.” Robert grabbed Aaron's hand and started tugging him along. “Come upstairs and I’ll show you how much I like them.”

“What, you gonna make me wear them in bed?” Aaron asked, eyes crinkled in amusement as he followed Robert towards the staircase.

“Absolutely.”

#god i'm FINALLY DONE #only 18 days late 😂#robron #my writing #flufftober2020

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simeon-with-a-shotgun · 3 years

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Warning ranting and mention of tics

What is the logic of a very violently homophobic person.

First interagating me if I'm gay or not and if cis or not. Then when I lie for my safety starts preaching about how if o ever have "those thought, talk to me, I'll send you to help, because that's wrong. Those people have something wrong with them"

Who also says "gays didnt exist until the 90s"

And anytime theres ever a queer character in a film. Turns it off, makes gagging noises the whole time, or starts a "political conversation over if *those people* deserve rights with everyone in the room".

I dont like talking during films never have. And if you try to talk to me I will either ignore you or give you one worded answers. Not trying to be rude, I just cant take in the media and have a conversation at the same time. Also my adhd doesn't let me process conversations unless I'm looking at the person talk.

So last night I'm watching something *which after I'm reminded of why I sit in the kitchen on my phone instead of watching with he family *

When hes trying to talk to me during the movie. So I'm giving one worded answers.

The I'm getting accused of being homophobic???

"Everytime I mention those people you get all short, what the hell is wrong with you, why cant I talk to you"

Wow maybe because I rather not hear you be homophobic and then say that your not because you work with ONE gay guy

"Do you have a problem with those people? Why are you lying to me?? Why can ti talk to you?"

Like I'm trying to watch bitch and now I dont even like the show anymore because of you.

This is also the same man that would punish me for ticing when I was 5.

If I had a tic attack or showed any of my adhd traits I'd get punished.

So I started masking a LOT

Masking takes a lot out of me. And I prefer not to do it. I never mask in public only around my family. Because I shouldn't have to change myself for other people.

So I stopped making during quarantine, and my uncle saw me tic and said that a lot of the family do that.

Apparently most of my family had tics and probably adhd as well but because of the time period never did anything about it.

So I'm done right furious that I was getting punished instead of helped.

Then I get fucking cornered after dinner and told "YOU DONT HAVE TICS, YOU GREW OUT OF THAT STUPID ATTENTION SEEKING THING, YOURE NORMAL! say it back to me you. Dont. Have. Tics."

Like what the actual fuck is wrong with you

No I didnt grow out of it. I got scared and masked it. I would leave the room and hide when I felt any if that come on.

Also when I was 5 one of my tics had to do with like tapping my face in some way. So after getting yelled at and punished for years from that me "hiding it" was very difficult. So I like forced myself to change it.

So instead of tapping my face I would scratch my neck. And it's really fucking annoying now that I still have that tic, because now everyone thinks I do it because of watching my hero academia.

No I did not get it from shigaraki I've done this since I was little, fuck off

The scratching one is specifically one of my stress tics. All my other ones are normal/random

I only scratch if I'm stressed. I developed it at 5 because I was groomed into being an athlete since I was in diapers.

Yes I love sports I love doing them. But at that age I was still learning. And that can be stressful. Now of course after years of experience I know how to calm my heart rate and not be stressed and all that shit.

So, I really shouldn't have said stress tic. It did start out as a stress one. But I don't get stressed that much anymore. It's more of a nerve thing now.

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howlingmoonrise · 3 years

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Thoughts on Petshop of Horrors: Wandering Ark volume 3

(crossposted from dreamwidth)

me realizing a whole-ass 25 pages of the last volume of the papa series are just sensei's travel logs:

what did i do to deserve this, honestly? sensei i love you and all but THERE WERE SO MANY OTHER THINGS TO COVER ABOUT PAPA. AND YOU DIDN'T TOUCH THEM. AT ALL.

To start with, there's only two actual chapters in the volume, keeping in line with the previous volumes. A whooping total of 103 pages out of a 128 page manga - except, a good portion of one of them is pretty much just rehashing the events of the last volume of the original manga, so it's not exactly like they're overflowing with juicy new content. Vesca and Victor fans will be pleased at a new glimpse of them both though, with emphasis on Vesca.

Oh, you wanted an explanation for the ark? For why Papa was going around supposedly through "space and time", with a reason other than "well, I wanted to draw stuff from other eras but I don't want to write a whole new manga with a D from back then"? There's none. N-O-N-E. Zilch. Zip. Nada. Niente. Nothing about his relationship with Sofu (though they do briefly meet on Victor's funeral - and wow, am I surprised Sofu deigned to show considering how much he loves humankind), nothing about D or Papa's relationship with him beyond an outsider's point of view on the events of the last manga, nothing about the D species in general or glimpses at previous Ds that were likely alive before our D came into being.

Another bad point: what the hell was up with the cover art?

The top portion of it is fine, but why does the rest of it look like whoever painted it forgot how to shade things? Look at that belt. Look at those sleeves. That's all I have to say on this subject.

On to the chapters themselves!

First chapter:

Papa D helps with The Bachelor. No, really. It's literally a Bachelor-style show, recorded for TV, with one single man and twenty ladies competing to become his wife. Trigger warning for almost-rape in this chapter.

I'll be honest, I liked the main character for this chapter. She's a go-getter, and a survivalist, and prefers stuffing her face with food instead of flirting away the night. Honestly? Mood. I really liked the butler too. I was going on a "oh, is he going to be the actual love interest?" line of thought since he looked interesting, and then went "nah, they're not focusing on him at all beyond that one (1) scene where they were dancing, guess he's just a side character after all", only for him to actually turn out to be the final love interest. That was. Hm. To say that it was majorly underdeveloped is to put it lightly, but the "prince" wasn't great either. The attempted rape felt as if it was shoved in because they were running out of pages though, since the rest of what we saw from his personality seemed a lot mellower than that.

The ?prostitutes? were an unexpected bright spot, even though they only showed up for a couple of panels, but it was nice that they gave her food (however dismissively) and tried to get the other guy to leave her alone, and that they were simply described as "beautiful" instead of anything else.

OH BUT. Papa hitting the would-be rapist over the head with an oar was great, it actually gave a bit more dimension to him since the Ds are usually so unwilling to dirty their own hands when it comes to violent business: at most they would usually let their pets do the work for them.

Which actually brings me to another question.

I've already said before that Papa is at most a side character on his own series, and that he actually barely gets involved at all apart from a few nudges here and there - but it's kind of jarring that he almost never "sells" a pet in this series. On all volumes including this one, there are only two chapters where he gives away a pet that was already with him and that didn't initially belong to someone else that he was just returning: the dogs from the Austria chapter, and the bird from Empress one (who was actually said to be given by Sofu, but I'm calling bullshit since he had long hair and this is supposedly a time-travelling ark). It's definitely a weird choice for a manga whose title is, quite literally, "Petshop of Horrors".

Also, for a FLYING ark there sure seem to be a lot of water-related incidents.

Thoughts on the family thing down on the general thoughts section. Also, WHY IS IT AN OAR AGAIN? WHERE DID THE BUTLER FIND AN OAR, SINCE IT SEEMED LIKE IT WASN'T PAPA LENDING IT TO HIM? I can't say the penguin thing was a huge twist considering previous chapters, but it makes me wonder that so many of Papa's stories are directly about either humans or animals, but rarely the conjunction of both apart from brief exceptions.

Second chapter: Nice callback to the original PSoH on the first page: I'm extremely fond of that description of the Ds, and it's fitting for a final chapter of a PSoH series.

This chapter is a cameo for Victor (from the Sofu series which I haven't read yet but know some things about), and a full appearance for Vesca. Victor seems to have chosen the same path as Leon, though arguably he'd actually have the money for it since he's a baron. Travelling the world following rumours and sightings, in search of someone they considered to be dear to them? Sign all three of these blonds up, because it seems to be a tradition at this point. The Ds really have a type, huh? Truth be told, from what I heard of Victor I didn't think he'd be the adventure-seeking sort, so this was a bit of a surprise. He looks cute and happy piloting planes and running from rhinos so I guess that's all that matters though.

BUT WHY DID HE HAVE TO DIE POOR. He looks like a huge cinnamon roll so I feel super bad for him, I bet they all resented the money he spent trying to chase Sofu D across the globe once the Great Depression hit :/

And then, bam! Sofu cameo. This is the chapter where EVERYONE gets a cameo, copy-paste of the last chapter of OG PSoH or otherwise. He's cryptic as usual, and I REALLY didn't expect him to remember Victor's name, much less show up to his funeral. Not that he even looks like he's grieving; he pretty much only speaks of Hitler and Eva Braun's kirin, to Papa's seemingly frowning disapproval (I haven't complained about the round art style on this volume's commentary yet so consider this to be it: the only reason why Papa even looks put out is because he has a Very Clear Frowny Line, because otherwise he just looks normal... and round).

And then finally, some actual Papa content! Or, er, Vesca content. Both. Let's go with both. I don't want to make myself sad thinking about how little we saw of Papa on his own series. Here we see once again mentions of extinction and of resurrecting species, and finally a throwback to why the ark is an ark: "Noah's Ark". It took me RNS' translations of OG PSoH to understand the reference back on the original, because on Tokyopop's mangled translation the ark is merely a flying boat.

It's nice to see that Vesca has a strong sense of justice similar to my dear boy Leon Orcot, since it was a bit iffy on the original manga. He's righteous (and right!) about the other Professor using Papa's research, and how Papa should have the benefits of it for himself since he was the one doing the studies. Papa, however, cares little about money or glory: even now his focus is on recovering the blind bird species from their trip to Greece (see: Shin PSoH), and here we see once again his hopeful view that one day he may be able to help them see again. Parallel to his own family much? Honestly, I feel for him.

WHAT IS IT WITH PEOPLE SHOOTING PAPA? At this point he's trying to reach for Leon's record - and failing, because Leon gets shot and mauled a frankly unholy amount of times during the original PSoH, so no one else can ever really compare. What really breaks my heart here is that he actually asks why. Sofu and D would both have simply taken it for granted, but Papa (seemingly, up until this point) doesn't automatically assume the worst of every human being he comes across. That pained why kills me a little bit, here, and soon after he grows cold and allows the more murderous side of that contract to go loose.

That page with Vesca going into the FBI really throws me back to the panels on the original PSoH right before/right when Leon decides to chase after D. Part of the background is blank, the other part a faint image of the city and Chinatown, with a sense of detachment associated with them. I could probably take the time to place them side by side and compare fully, but uh. I may or may not be stretching my workday bedtime a little too much to finish writing this, oops.

Also, an echo to the original PSoH with Papa's death, called back with him nearly being shot in the middle of the forehead. The actual event is brought in shortly after Vesca gets to mind-rant about the Ds and his search for a few pages, and then flashback flashforward time! A whole six pages which are just portions of OG PSoH's last chapter redrawn from another angle. It's implied that Vesca was able to board the ark like Leon did due to a similar scene with lying in the clouds and sighting the ship amidst them, though whether he was able to stay or not is a whole new story. This is where the actual story ends.

Sensei's travel logs: I'm not going to bother going into these. It was nice to see some glimpses of my son (forever a Leon stan here!) and a cameo for Taizuu also showed up a little later on if you're one of the people who liked him (personally, I would trade Taizuu in for a cornchip and a ball of lint). I'm going to make the executive choice of pretending that the D/Leon bits are what's actually happening right now after Leon caught up to D. It's lovely to see them on vacations, and Leon has mellowed out a little bit while D seems extremely comfortable and content with his favourite ex-detective's presence =v=

General thoughts: All the series so far seem to have some sort of theme, which kind of ties into the main character of it and their own arc. The original PSoH, for one, was focused a lot on family and greed and love and desire: our D, similarly, had plenty of unresolved issues surrounding his bloodline and things that he wanted but that he couldn't/was not allowed to have because of that very blood.

You'll have to forgive me if my interpretation of Shin is spotty since I only read around half of it (online scans only went up to volume 6 or so, physical versions of the Tokyopop translations were discontinued, and ruthlessnightsscans started scanlating it after I’d already read the available chapters for Shin), but from what I remember of it it seemed to bring in softer, more loving and lighthearted stories, usually tied around romance and being kept apart from things they want/love. The two non-Leon chapters that immediately spring to mind are the Romeo and Juliet Mafia AU, and the one where the lady got pregnant from her dead husband and was able to live on due to that renewed hope. D himself seems to have turned a new page: he hangs around humans on his leisure time (bless those drag queens), takes a vested interest in happy endings for others even if not for himself, and seems overall less inclined towards gruesome murder.

(You'll have to forgive me, but I actually haven't read the Sofu series at all yet so I can't analyse that one. I wasn't even aware RNS had scanlated it until recently, but then again I hold a lot of rage against that slimy bastard (Sofu, not RNS, RNS are baby) and so I'm putting it off indefinitely. Oops?)

And then there's this one. It's probably no coincidence that so many of the stories are about reproduction and birth and continuing a dying species: this is something that chases Papa all the way from his college days not even considering his childhood, which we don't actually don't know about but can make an educated guess at down to his issues with his son and the faint madness of his last years. Even his death plays into this theme, with it ultimately working as an way to keep the D line alive. It makes me think that Papa being kept from his position as a main character in his own series might actually be somewhat purposeful, though the decaying quality of the latest PSoH mangas makes me think this is not the case. I'll have to read the Sofu series to make a better judgement on this, depending on whether or not Sofu is or is not treated similarly.

Another theme: being haunted by the dead. I think this is actually present on almost every chapter of the Wandering Ark series, though we may disagree on the levels on which it was shown and how easily it is or is not divorced by my previous point. A reader that reads this series on its own will likely find Papa a very bland character and will not grasp onto the nuances of these themes and how they are connected to him, IMO. These conclusions and these hypothesis are drawn by virtue of the first manga alone; it's because of it that we're aware of how Papa himself lives for the species who are long gone, his own kind included. Most of the characters on Wandering Ark push through the suffering and the sorrow of their dead to go beyond their limits and become greater and independent, which is another parallel to Papa since he's the only one of the Ds who has an objective beyond simple (and inefficient) vengeance.

Overall, there's little else I can say that I haven't said already, either here or on my previous post for the first two volumes of the Wandering Ark series. There's a real sense of isolation and detachment on Papa's side (though he seems more benevolent than the other two Ds were), but as I said I'm not sure if it's meant to be purposeful or not, though Sensei's choice to not give him an actual companion thorough his series is also telling. The pacing was also better than in the first chapters of this series, though there was that issue with the ending of the first chapter of this volume. I also still can't say this enough, but it's really strange that Papa is such a side character on his own series??

Final thoughts: we were robbed.

At least Sensei hinted that her journey with the Ds might not be over yet, though if we get another Sofu manga I can and I will riot.

#petshop of horrors #pet shop of horrors #papa d #wandering ark #drifting ark #hyouhaku no hakobune hen #petshop of horrors hyouhaku #psoh wandering ark #psoh #howl rambles a lot

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heyyyharry · 5 years

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Chapter 12: Daddy Issues

(from the Flatmate Trilogy: Two Hearts, One Home)

…in which Y/N is locked out of her flat with the wrong Styles.

Word count: 3.7k

Chapter 11: Needy - Y/N hates herself for being so needy.

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[ANNOUNCEMENT]: I have an exam on Friday, September 13 so I won't be able to update next week (Wednesday, September 11). The next flatmate chapter will be posted on Wednesday, September 18.

- Love, Allie :)

Harry was in a bad mood today. It shouldn't have come as a surprise to Y/N, because he was rarely in a good mood when she was around, but this time she felt differently. At first, she didn't pay attention to him when he walked in looking like he was attending a funeral. She guessed it must've had something to do with the exam he'd had earlier today. It was very unlikely though. He'd never done poorly on an exam let alone failed one. So she eliminated that possibility and told herself to stop second guessing.

"What the fuck?!"

Y/N heard the scream and dashed into the kitchen, only to burst out laughing when she saw him holding the milk carton with milk dripping down his chin. She was going to make a funny comment when he snapped all of a sudden, "why the fuck did you put spoiled milk in the fridge?!"

"So you'd stop drinking my milk without asking." She stuck her nose up, crossing her arms.

"You're a psycho," he muttered and wiped his mouth and chin with the back of his hand.

She watched in amusement as he tossed the carton into the bin and cleaned up the mess he'd spat on the kitchen table. It was hilarious, yet just a harmless prank. The normal Harry would just laugh it off and say something like "I've underestimated you." But the Harry standing in the kitchen with her right now didn't even move his lips. He had the same frown on his face like the moment he walked in and then walked right past her, out of the kitchen. That was when it dawned on her that this wasn't something she could just ignore. But why was he like this? What had happened today?

He didn't have dinner with her that night. She'd eaten alone many times before when he was out with his friends, but tonight she felt truly lonely. Without anyone to rant about her day to, she finished fast, cleaned the dishes on her own and spent the next half an hour pacing back and forth outside his room, wanting to knock, but in the end, she decided to go to bed. Maybe he'd feel better in the morning, she thought while lying awake until she was too drained to keep her eyes open.

"Hey, love, can I go to Dustin's bachelor party tomorrow night?"

Y/N widened her eyes at her husband who casually poured a glass of water and settled himself at the kitchen table.

"Who's Dustin?" she asked, pulling out a chair to sit down in front of him.

"My roommate in college." He gave her a shrug. "You know, back when I was living at the dorm."

She looked at him funny. "You're still friends with him?"

"Nope. I just ran into him the other day, we went out for a few drinks and I got invited to his bachelor party," he said smugly and lifted his glass. "What can I say? Your husband is irresistible."

The way his eyebrows waggled made her laugh. "Okay, but you're a grown man, babe. You don't have to ask for my permission to go to a party."

"Are you sure?" he asked, resting his chin on his knuckles. "Because bachelor parties always have strippers and all that shit?"

She crossed her arms and lifted an eyebrow. "Are you trying to make me jealous?"

"Well, are you?" He mirrored her expression, grinning from ear to ear.

"Very." Y/N scrunched up her nose and reached across the table to stroke his head. When she stood up, however, he hugged her waist and pulled her in so he could kiss her stomach again and again. It was his ringtone that broke them apart.

"Your dad's calling."

"Just ignore him."

"Harry!" Her mouth fell open when he muted the call and forced her down on his lap. "What if it's an emergency?!"

"It's probably just work," he mumbled, pressing his hands flat against her back as she straddled his waist. She almost got carried away by him nuzzling her breast, but the buzzing of his phone was hard to ignore.

"Just answer the phone, H." She breathed.

Still, he shook his head unapologetically. "One of our investors pissed him off, and as usual, he blamed me for it. It's nothing serious."

"Are you sure?"

Harry didn't answer as he put his phone on airplane mode and faced it down on the table. "There," he said with a grin. "Now...where were we?"

When Y/N woke up the next day, Harry had already left their flat. She completely understood that he didn't want to talk to her, but she determined to get a word out of him when he returned tonight and maybe apologize. Now all she could do was try to stay positive and carry on with her morning routine.

Y/N always took too long in the shower, yet she could never begin the day without one. This morning, she'd told herself to spend only fifteen minutes in there. Now it'd been thirty, and she was still in the middle of rinsing off her body while belting out the chorus of her new favorite song.

But then,

"FIRE! Y/N! FIRE!"

The girl turned off the shower and poked her head out to make sure it was actually her flatmate's scream that she'd heard.

"THE BUILDING IS ON FIRE, Y/N! WE NEED TO RUN!"

Fire?!

Y/N stumbled out of the shower, holding her breath. She only managed to wrap a towel around her dripping body before rushing to the living room. Harry was nowhere to be seen but the front door was wide open. He had run before her! Of course, he left me here to die! she thought and dashed out of the flat.

But the hallway was...empty?

Peaceful, even.

Wait, if the building had been on fire then why wasn't there an alarm?

She squeezed her eyes shut and clenched her jaw, one hand gripping the towel, the other smacked against her forehead. Damn it!

"Wow, you were fast. At least wait for my fire alarm."

His laughter pierced through her brain and she turned around to find him standing with his back against their door, the Bluetooth speaker in his hand, and the assholest smirk on his stupid handsome face.

She marched straight toward him and pushed him hard. "What is wrong with you?! Why are you such a dick?!"

"You only say the word 'dick' when you're with me, love. I feel special."

There he was, the smug bastard she always knew.

"That was for trying to poison me," he said when she groaned into her palm. "Nice towel by the way. Baby blue looks good on you."

A part of her was still aware of the fact that she was standing in the hallway with only a towel on, but the rest of her was glad he'd stopped being mad at her. So she said nothing and pushed him aside to go before anyone saw her like this. But as she turned the handle, the door wouldn't open. She tugged at it several times, more violently and desperately, only to look up and see the same horrified look on his face.

"Please tell me you have the key," she muttered, knowing already that he certainly did not have the key, yet for some reason, she still felt shocked when he shook his head and put the speaker on the floor.

"Are you joking?! I'm naked, Harry!"

"Calm down, I'll call the locksmith!" Harry grumbled as he searched through his contact list, but then smiled at how his flatmate was pacing back and forth in only her towel.

"Don't worry, you look hot," he said, and motioned that his mouth was zipped shut when she shot him a leer.

Y/N couldn't believe it.

This morning when her husband left the house, she had repeatedly reminded him to not to forget his key, but now it was she who got locked out of their flat. She'd tried calling him, but he'd had his phone turned off. He never had his phone turned off when he was out and she was home alone, so she guessed all the guys at the party were asked to so and Harry didn't have a choice. Now all she could do was patiently wait for the locksmith to come for her rescue.

Sitting on the floor with her head in her hand, Y/N was too busy cursing herself in silence to hear the sound of the lift and the footsteps coming her way. It was only until the man cleared his throat loudly that she finally lifted her face, and her eyes widened at him immediately.

"Why are you sitting on the floor?" Devlin asked in concern.

Y/N frantically got to her feet as she straightened her dress and stuttered, "I-I left my key inside, but it's okay, I already called the locksmith."

"Where's Harry?"

"He's at a party and not answering his phone."

The answer made the man in the suit sigh as he whispered, "typical Harry..."

"No, no!" Y/N shook her head fast. "It's a bachelor party so maybe they made him turn off his phone. He's very responsible."

Devlin stared at her for a whole second before releasing another sigh, yet he remained quiet. Meanwhile, she stood still and studied his expression. She was waiting for him to speak, but also second-guessing what he was going to say next and why he was here.

"Do you know why he hasn't answered any of my calls?" He asked.

"No, sir..." she cautioned.

That answer made the man frown even harder. "What's the point of having two children when they're never there when you need them?"

Y/N almost blurted out that Devlin hadn't been there for Harry a lot of times too, but considering the fact that this man absolutely loathed her, she thought she should just keep her mouth shut.

"How are you and the baby? Good?"

The question froze her to the spot. She didn't expect him to ask about her and her baby because he hadn't said a word to congratulate them when Harry broke the news to him. But on second thought, if she hadn't been carrying his grandchild, maybe this conversation would never have lasted for more than two sentences.

"Yeah, we're good." She faked a beam, not knowing how to feel, but that concern soon slipped her mind.

The way he stood with his head hung low and hands in his pocket reminded her of Harry whenever he was nervous about something. The thought made her smile, but her father-in-law couldn't see it so he just said, "can you tell Harry that I came over?"

"What's wrong?" Her voice stopped him just as he was about to walk off. "If it's so important then you can just tell me and I'll help you speak to Harry."

Slowly, he turned around and glanced back up to meet her eyes. The Styles men were the same after all. Just like his son, Devlin couldn't say no to this young woman.

After pondering for what seemed like two seconds, he released a shaky breath. The reluctance was still etched on his face, but eventually, he gave her a nod, pinching his forehead.

"I caught my wife cheating on me."

"Let's talk about something fun!" Harry suggested as his face lit up, but all he received from Y/N was her passive aggressive silence.

They were sitting on the floor and she was naked, probably not the best time and place for a heart-to-heart conversation. But Harry believed he would've already died from boredom and silence by the time the locksmith arrived.

"I have nothing to say to you," she grumbled, crossing her arms, not looking at him.

She was mad, so mad that Harry could imagine smoking coming out of her ears. But there was something about the way she looked right now that made the butterflies in his stomach go insane. He bit his lip, holding back a smile as she kept adjusting the towel so her breasts wouldn't spill out. Why would she even bother to do that? He wouldn't mind. It would help his imagination the next time he shamelessly jerked off to her when he was alone. Jesus Christ, you're one fucked up bastard, said the voice in his head as he shrugged off the thought he would never say aloud and pulled his shirt over his head.

"What are you doing?" She almost jumped away from him but he was quick to catch her arm.

"Here." Smirking, he handed her his white t-shirt. "Put this on."

Y/N stayed utterly still as she stared at him like he'd just committed a horrible crime, and he couldn't help but chortle at the priceless reaction. "It's getting really hard for me to speak to you when you look like this. Please put this on."

Her cheeks reddened in a heartbeat. She parted her lips, wanting to ask what he really meant, but she was too shy to speak so she stayed quiet and put on his shirt. The way he was smiling at her afterward made her feel like she was more naked than before. Her arms automatically came wrapped around herself like a shield as she questioned, "what's so funny?"

"Nothing." He sounded nearly breathless. "You just...look really good in my shirt."

"Oh..." Her face dulled for a split second before she could say "thank you."

Tucking a strand behind her ear, Y/N stared at her feet to avoid eye contact at all costs. She merrily replayed those words inside her head, until she remembered that he'd probably said the same things to all the other girls. Who knew? Some of them might even have his shirts in their closet. Lending a girl his shirt and telling her she looked good in it probably didn't mean anything to him. Now she hated herself for forgetting that he flirted just for fun and for falling for his words every single time. How embarrassing.

"Are you still mad at me?" Harry asked when he saw the way she frowned.

"No."

"I can tell when you lie," he snorted. "Look, I'm sorry. I know that was a bit mean."

"A bit?!" She suddenly snarled at him. "Thanks to you I'm sitting in the hallway, half-naked—"

"Hey, hey, we're both half-naked now."

"Whatever." She rolled her eyes. "You're a horrible person."

"So are you."

"I'm not!"

"You made me drink spoiled milk, Y/N. My stomach is weak, I could've died."

"So I guess we're even now?"

"I guess so." He flashed her a grin and offered his hand. "Truce?"

To his disappointment, she shook her head. "Only if you tell me why you were acting strange last night?"

"I wasn't—"

"Don't deny it. I can tell when you lie," she repeated exactly what he'd told her earlier as she scrunched up her nose. "Just tell me what was bothering you. Was it the exam?"

"No, I nailed the exam," he spoke calmly.

"Then what?!"

The calmer he was, the more frustrated she became.

Y/N couldn't explain why she was like this. All she knew was that it bothered her when he wasn't himself, when he raised his voice at her for no reason, or when he wasn't speaking to her at all. She was desperate to make sure he was alright, that he didn't have to keep his sorrows to himself. Who would do that for someone they claimed to hate?

No, wait.

The actual question had to be: Did she hate him, at all?

"It's nothing," his voice freed her from her confusing thoughts, and so she decided to put them aside to focus on what was more important.

"You wouldn't like to know," he said with a long sigh.

"What does that even mean?" she uttered. "You owe me the truth after all this. If you don't tell me the truth I swear I'll...well, I'll..."

She didn't know where she was going with that, but thank God, he only laughed and patted her knee to tell her to calm down. The simple gesture froze her to the spot, but it also saved her from humiliation.

He took a deep breath as his lips curved into a small smile. "My dad's getting married this weekend," he told her at last.

Y/N pursed her lips as her face contorted. "And you just found out yesterday?"

"Yup. And you know what the worst thing was?"

She shook her head.

"It was his assistant who'd invited me to his wedding." He laughed wryly. "Man, I wished it'd been a prank but, sadly no."

He was doing that again, the whole 'I laugh at my problem so no one else could' thing. If only he knew she wanted nothing more than to pull him into a hug, but all that she was allowed to do was rub his shoulder and say, "I'm sorry."

"Don't be," he gentled. "I was mad for just a while but I shouldn't have put it out on you."

"It's okay. I wish you'd just told me," she said, holding their eye contact intensely.

"Were you actually worried about me?" His voice went soft, like the gaze he was giving her.

She wished he would stop looking at her like she meant the whole world to him, when she knew that she meant nothing more than just a girl he had to live with. But then again, she couldn't resist him. She craved for him to keep staring at her this way until the day she died. That would've been the best way to kill someone, staring at them like you loved them until they couldn't take it anymore.

Ignoring the thought, she answered, "yeah, the next time you're mad...just...you don't have to tell me the reason...just let me know you're mad and I'll leave you alone."

"Don't leave me alone."

When he said that, it took her a couple of seconds to realize those were the actual words coming from his mouth. She held her breath in anticipation as he leaned in...closer...and closer...until they were just one breath away. But instead of doing what she'd wished he'd done, he rested his head on her shoulder, completely unaware of how fast her heart was racing for such intimacy. This was so new, yet so familiar, and now she was sitting like a rock as she feared he might pull away if she moved.

The locksmith arrived half an hour later, cursing the traffic as he stumbled out of the lift and mentally prepared an apology. But then he stopped, rooted to the spot as he found two half-naked college students sitting outside their flat, both were asleep, her head on his shoulder.

"Can you believe it?" Devlin huffed and combed his fingers through his hair as his head tossed back against the wall behind them. "A man my age, got cheated on by his second wife. What a joke."

Y/N had been listening to her father-in-law pouring his heart out for what seemed like half an hour already. Now it was time for her to speak her mind although her thoughts might not be something he would want to hear.

"You shouldn't be blaming yourself for what she did. You've done the right thing by asking for a divorce. It doesn't matter how old you are, you should never forgive a cheater."

He didn't reply, but judging from the way his expression softened, she could tell that her words had affected him, a little if not a lot.

"Do you mind if I ask you something personal?"

His question caught her off guard, still, she said no.

"Have you ever thought about what you would do if my son cheated on you?"

"Not anymore."

"So you have." He nodded once as if to agree with his prediction. "Tell me, what would you do then?"

"I would leave him," she said without reluctance. Then came a long pause as her eyes fell back to her feet. "But...that would probably hurt me more than him cheating on me. He's the only love I've ever known, I wouldn't know what to do without him. Guess I'd be half-dead, half-alive."

Devlin took time to think before he spoke, "you really love him, do you?"

"I do," she asserted. "But do you?"

The question, though simple, took him by surprise. "Of course I do," he said. "He's my son. He was the first person I called when I found out about my wife's affair."

"He should always be the first one you call, not only when you're sad or angry or hopeless." Y/N's words hit Devlin harder than he was willing to admit, but she neglected his reaction and continued anyway, "call him when you're happy, call him when you're tired, call him when you see something that reminds you of him, or just...call him to say you're proud of him and that you miss him and you love him. You don't know how much it'll mean to Harry."

She wasn't sure what to expect as a reaction, but it certainly wouldn't be him pulling her into a hug. Her whole body stiffened, only to relaxed all at once as she finally hugged him in return.

"My grandchild is lucky to have such good parents," Devlin whispered in her ear. And Y/N swore she could feel that same dimpled smile she'd always seen on her husband.

Half an hour later, Harry came home, slightly tipsy and smelling like those frat parties he'd wasted his youth on. He hadn't planned on drinking so much if at all, but they wouldn't have let him leave early had he refused to drink. He cursed himself as he stumbled out of the lift with an apology he'd already drafted in his head. But then he stopped, feeling shocked and amused at the same time as he found his wife and his father sitting outside their flat, both were asleep, her head on his shoulder.

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kimshavacado · 5 years

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Dead Heat Ch.6

Pairing: Yoongi x reader

Genre: Arranged Marriage/Mafia AU

Summary: Three extremely powerful families with enough power to bring down entire governments, all with vastly different views on how things should be run. The Min family thinks everything can be solved with money, the Jeon family think everything can be solved with violence, and the Kim family relies more on thought which leads to a lack of action. When Kim Y/N loses her father, she only has one way to save herself and her family. But it involves having to give herself over to a stranger. How the hell is she not supposed to punch him in his stupid rich face?

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Warnings: Language, Alcohol, Awkwardness

A/N: It’s good to be back! I’m so glad to continue this story, I have such great plans for it. While writing this chapter, I fell in love with Yoongi again. I hope you do too!

Chapter 6: Fucking Sandwiches?

When you wake up, you find yourself more rested than you’ve been in a long time. You choose to attribute this to being exhausted the past few days.

Although, you’d be lying to yourself if you said you weren’t sarting to get comfortable where you are. The thought flies right through you mind with little consideration as your brain catches up with the beginning of the day.

You throw on a hoodie and trudge out the door and down the hall. Honestly, you’re feeling good today. There’s no one source of your serenity, but you decide it doesn’t matter. After holding in so many emotions it’s good to be open about the positive ones.

When you get downstairs, you realize you are probably without a breakfast partner. You look at your watch and see that it’s already past 10, he would’ve left hours ago.

You brush off your slight disappointment until you go looking for breakfast and find that there’s really nothing to eat. Your good mood day is already starting to crumble and you haven’t even had your morning tea yet.

You find yourself the biggest mug in the cabinet and start making a cup of tea that’s big enough to offset your lack of food. You walk through the kitchen towards your tea spot in the living room, but stop dead in your tracks at the dining table. There lays a box of poptarts with a note.

“This is all we have, don’t be a pig about it. I’ll pick up more food on my way home early this afternoon. We’ll do something nicer for dinner. -Yoongi.”

Rude, but also intriguing. You could really go for a nice dinner tonight. Now, not many things are nicer than a box of poptarts but you’re happy to see him try.

You listen to Yoongi’s words and only grab one bag of poptarts as you continue making your way to your tea spot.

It’s a quiet day spent reading on the porch and dining tea. The reading helps your mind drift from reality and offers a nice break from your world. You’ve also made it a challenge to drink as much tea as possible.

By two in the afternoon your in your fifth cup, not that bad. You think that had you kept drinking you could’ve made it to about eight cups before dinner. That or enough for Yoongi to think you had some obscure tea drinking problem.

You’re about to grab a sixth when you hear the man himself pull up in his sleek black car. You expect him to exit the car in his regular formal manner, but are instead surprised to see a very casual dressed Yoongi almost slip out of the car. He doesn’t notice your brief snort.

“You look very relaxed.” He calls up to the porch.

“As do you.” You fire back. “Maybe a bit too much.”

He raises an amused eyebrow at you as he walks past and into the house. “Change into something casual.” He says while continuing down the hall.“But less casual than pajamas, please."

You’re suddenly filled with excitement at the recollection of the promised dinner. You pack up your book and tea as you rush inside to get ready.

The ultimate challenge is now dressing correctly. You have to find a way to look cute, but not like you’re trying to for him, but still be casual, but also fit for some mystery place you don’t know of yet. It’s actually very inconsiderate of him to attempt to surprise you. Doesn’t he know the location dictates the clothing?

After about fifteen minutes of mindless staring into your closet, you hear a knock at your door.

"I need your help downstairs.” Yoongi’s muffled voice comes through.

“I’m not ready yet.” You reply.

“What? How?”

“I… just…I need to change still.”

“My god. Please do not tell me you’ve been spending this whole time trying to pick something to wear.”

”…“

You hear Yoongi sigh on the other side of the door and are about to just suck it up and pick a random outfit when Yoongi surprises you again.

"Do you like… want help? Am I supposed to help in this situation?”

"Absolutely not, I’m capable of making basic decision.”

“Clearly not if you’re still in there. How are you supposed to run an empire if you can’t even pick an outfit?” “What!? They’re completely different decisions!” “But one’s far more complex than which dress you should wear to dinner.” At this you storm towards the door while saying, “Well you never said I should wear a dress! That would’ve narrowed it down!” When you open the door you find Yoongi smiling amusing, knowing how well he’s riled you up. “Aw that’s cute, our first fight.” You use your palm to push his face back out the door and close it again behind him. After he’s quiet for a couple moments, you turn around and find yourself smiling when you should be annoyed. You grab the light blue dress you haven’t worn since you left home. You really do look good in blue.

You finally make it out of your room and ready to go 10 minutes later sporting a casual night out look. What you find downstairs is something that leaves you with a blank stare. Yoongi has a bunch of groceries spread out all over the kitchen. It looks like some battleground of food that you definitely aren’t trained to traverse.

Yoongi looks at you with a stupid grin on his face. “Sandwiches.” He says while flapping a slice of bread in front of you. “This… is the nice dinner? Sandwiches.” You say, a bit in disbelief. “I dressed up for making sandwiches in my own kitchen.” “No, you dressed up for me.” You’re now frozen with a blank stare for a different reason and Yoongi’s face is still stuck with that stupid grin. “Just come on and help, there’s gotta be some kind of sandwich you want.” He nods you over to the spot next to him. You don’t know what’s going on, he has to be off in the head or something. Nevertheless, you find yourself making a sandwich, and a pretty damn good one at that. When you’ve created what you view as the perfect sandwich, Yoongi has the audacity to take it right out of your hands. “The hell…” You stand with your hand still grasping at the ghost of a sandwich that was once there as Yoongi adds your creation to a large bag that contains more prepared food. He zips it up and slings the long strap attached to it over his shoulder. “Alright, let’s go!” He announces while walking out of the kitchen. “Oh, so we’re taking sandwiches hostage now?” You say as you follow him out of the house. He puts the food into the car and goes to hold the car door open for you. You stop to glare suspiciously at him. He wasn’t going to tell you where you were going, this much you can predict. You give in and slide into the passenger seat, but you can stop the feeling of excitement in your gut. About 30 minutes later, Yoongi’s driven so far out of town that you’ve lost track of where you are. The windows of the car are down and the cool evening air is flowing all around you. The two of you have been really quiet. It’s not uncomfortable, but calming You relax further into the seat. “I just realized, it would be extremely easy for you to murder me right now. Middle of nowhere, no one knows, easy target.” Yoongi blinks a few times. “I’ll keep that in mind.” He says, looking straight at you. You both smirk.

In a couple more minutes you reach your destination. You peer out of the car and your mouth falls open. In front of you there’s a secluded grass area with trees surrounding it. Just over the shallow curve of the ground, you can see the city below. So alive but so far away. You stare for half of a minute until looking to your side and find Yoongi looking at you with that face again. “I want you to know that this is cheesy and stupid and I fucking hate it.” You say as large smile creeps its way onto your face and he mirrors you. “Would it make it better if I said I wouldn’t murder you?” He responds. “Ah, how chivalrous.” For a moment you stare at him before suddenly bolting out of the car for the field. You lose your shoes and keep running until you reach the center and lie straight on the ground. You feel like a child released into the wild. You take in the breeze until you hear Yoongi’s complaints coming towards you. “That’s okay, I got it. No need to get up off your ass.” He says as he tosses the stuff from the car onto the ground beside you. “Why did we come here?” You ask looking up at him from the ground. He sighs looking away from you towards the city. He just smiles and leans down to start unpacking as you let your question die out.

Sandwiches eaten and sun setting, you decide to revisit your earlier curiosity. “So what happened? Watch too many disney movies and suddenly trying to be all gooey?”

He scoffs. “Look you’ve been through a lot. I could tell you could use some time away from reality. Plus the view’s amazing up here once there’s no light left.”

Yoongi reaches into the endless bag and pulls out a bottle of wine. And you’re glad, maybe booze will make this seem less tacky.

You have what would normally be tea time but with alcohol instead and rant about things of little importance. Yoongi’s generally quiet, but he can really get going when triggered.

“I swear to god if one more person trashes on pineapple pizza, I will bury their corpses with my bear hands.”

“Wow Yoongi, that was unexpectedly dark of you.”

Eventually you fall silent as you look up from your picnic location. It’s then you realize he wasn’t talking about the view of the city.

All the way out here the lights don’t pollute the sky as much. There are so many more stars populating the sky out here than you’ve ever seen. Looking at it seems overwhelming for many reasons.

He took you here. Yoongi brought you here to bring back memories and make you feel better. It wasn’t done to make up for or fix anything, he just did it for you. It’s stupid and not that hard to do, but it catches you right where it matters.

“Holy shit.” He’s definitely gotten to you with his awkward acts of selflessness, his banter, and his stupid face. And for a split second you have hope for the way that things will turn out for you, but then you’re reminded of all the shit you’re supposed to be worrying about.

“Um…” You hear Yoongi’s voice next to you and realize you’ve dramatically sat up and are staring at the ground. “You okay? You look like you just had some sort of crisis, or something.”

You can barely make out his expression in the dark but you can tell he probably has his eyebrows furrowed in worry.

It’s very unlike you to feel like you need someone else. But you realize just how glad you are to have Yoongi in this moment.

Without words, you crawl closer until you are right next to him and pull his face into yours. Your lips meet for a solid 5 seconds before you slowly pull away.

You’re glad it’s dark enough to not be able to reveal your blushed face afterwards. You stay by him and settle your head onto his shoulder. You take it as a good sign when he leans into you as well.

Let’s just hope this doesn’t bite you in your ass.

During the drive home you fall asleep in the car. It’s a good way to avoid having to talk to him about your actions earlier. Unfortunately, it’s short lived because he wakes you up after he pulls up to the house.

“Come on, I’m not gonna carry you in. You’re like a brick.” The wit is a good sign that he’s not weirded out, but you’re not conscious enough to worry about that right now. He helps lead you up the front steps but stops near the top.

Oh, no. Here it comes, the confrontation. Right now you don’t have the mental capacity to formulate responses to any questions about your feelings. “Look” You begin.

“Shh.” Yoongi hisses at you.

You pout at his rudeness until you notice that he’s pulled his gun out and is pointing it at the suspiciously open front door. Well you’re suddenly awake now. You tuck yourself behind Yoongi, very curious but also still tipsy meaning you’re not at all helpful in any dangerous situation.

“Go back to the car Y/N.” You know better than to argue and jog back to the vehicle. Once you’re in, he nudges the door open and slips inside.

It must’ve only been five minutes, but it feels like an excruciating amount of time. You almost jump when he sticks his body out of the door to beckon you inside.

“What was it? Anything?” You call up to him.

When you reach the door you can see into the main hall now that the lights are on. All you can do is stare at the blood streak on the floor.

“I promise it’s okay. You should probably go to bed and we’ll talk in the morning.”

A million questions run through your head. Was he not going to mention the fact that it looks like someone died? “Yoongi, is there a body? Is it one of ours?”

Yoongi sighs and looks at the streak. “I have some things to take care of.” Before you can register it, he walks over and places a kiss on your forehead. “Just try to get some sleep.”

God, what a reminder of the fucked up world you live in.

A/N: I hope y'all are ready for some more Jimin next chapter ;)

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(1/3) sorry, can i just rant about orange for a sec? like—thinking about this concept blows my mind if i focus on it for too long. there's an entire SIDE that we (and character thomas) have NO idea about. like, he exists?? maYBE??? the character select and the orange flower and 'hello' all point to him /being/ there, but other than that, we have NO information, which is nuts (in a good way) to me. like, we knew more about janus BEFORE he gave us his name than we do about orange /right now/.

(2/3) i've seen so many ideas for what he could possibly represent (wrath, repression, DEpression, sloth, just to name a few) and they're ALL LIKELY at this point. liKE???? WHAT THE HECK IS THIS GUY'S DEAL???? and clearly the other sides KNOW about him because he's sort of been mentioned off-hand (like virgil said [deceit's] friends /plural/ when talking about the others in svs 1, which means more than just remus) BUT OTHER THAN THE FACT THE HE EXISTS AND HE'S ORANGE WE KNOW NOTHING ABOUT HIM

(3/3) AND EVEN THE FACT THAT HE'S ORANGE MIGHT NOT EVEN BE TRUE??? like hints are one thing but until we actually SEE him we really have no idea and i'm. AHHHHHHHH!?!?! again, sorry to just randomly show up in your inbox and shout incoherently about this, but like. i just—fuckin' orange, man, what is UP with him?? (wow i hope you get all these in the right order....but anyway thank you for indulging me—have an awesome day! ^^)

Okay, so first things first - you are always welcome to drop into my inbox and rant at me about whatever the hell you want. i can NOT stress this enough. i love interacting with people; it makes me feel a lot less like I’m just screaming into an empty void.

and now that’s i’ve got that out of the way - YEAH. orange intrigues me and it might just because I’ve only been properly in the fandom since mid-last year - which meant that Remus had already been introduced etc etc the point is I’ve never been around for a New Side Introduction and just.

we KNOW that there’s at least one more side because character select (and as you said, deceit’s friends plural) and the probability of him being orange is also pretty high because Rainbows, but I couldn’t even begin to predict what his name/role are going to be

that being said. some of my favorite theories/concepts for orange include:

laziness (i like this fic series, and i particularly like his godawful fashion sense and the ukelele. iconic)

procrastination (pretty similar but), which is why he’s taken so dang long to show up. he keeps going ‘oh yeah i’ll do it next video’ but he never does

logan but angry

idk who he is but he’s been standing directly behind thomas the entire time that Sanders Sides has been running. Thomas has just never bothered to look behind him

idk who he is but he’s been lying on the ground at Thomas’s feet this entire time. Thomas has just never bothered to look down.

idk who he is but he’s been crouching on the ceiling. thomas please look up oh my god he’s right above you oh my god -

he’s probably procrastination and actually he’s been in the kitchen behind logan for the past three years, making a sandwich. he keeps saying he'll nearly be done, but the others have completely given up on believing him

secret third creativity sibling, bringing it up to triplets. he produces the content that’s perfectly morally grey but also like. kind of objectively boring. he is the Friends of creativity.

some sort of counterpart for Patton being morality, which is partly because Interesting Morality Concepts!! patton being ends-justify-means vs orange being means-justifies-ends and also partly because of a really dumb pun (please note i’m not really that convinced by myself. i just like dumb puns)

idk who he is but when he does show up he’s just going to insert himself into the video as if him being there and contributing is completely normal.

for extra unnerving points, everybody else also seems to think him being there is completely normal. what do you mean? he’s always been here with us!

the orange side is just a running joke that everybody but thomas is in on. he doesn’t actually exist. they just blame all their minor problems and inconveniences on him. he’s like the collective mindscape cryptid at this point. they keep dropping ominous hints about him to Thomas (and us, the viewers) because it’s habit and they find it hilarious

same as last point but he does actually exist and when he shows up in person there will be many loud screeches of ‘WHAT THE FUCK’ and ‘YOU AREN’T SUPPOSED TO BE REAL’

#asks #orange side #min goes off the rails #Anonymous

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Wolfverse Advent: Day 24

[Note: I decided to write a brief snippet for each couple so far for Christmas Eve, and they somehow (ha ha ha) got long. After the cut!]

December 24, 2019

Coralie wants to stay up and watch for Santa. “But Gabi told me she did it when she was little!” she says when Jamie tries to get her to go to bed.

“Gabi also told you she was way older than you when she did it,” Jamie says. Actually what Gabi said was that she was so sorry she’d said anything, but that part was only to him and Tyler.

Coralie puts her lower lip out. “But I want to see Santa.”

“Santa only comes to good little kids who are asleep in their beds, remember?” Jamie says. “Come on, baby Theo was in bed half an hour ago. You don’t want him to be the only one who gets toys, do you?”

Coralie pouts for another minute. “Fine,” she says finally. “But I want to go on the airplane again.”

The airplane is Tyler, who’s lying on the rug next to the Christmas tree, giving the kids airplane rides on his feet. He has Anna up in the air now, his hands on hers and his feet holding up his belly while she shrieks in delight. Tyler sees Jamie looking and zooms her to the ground. “Oh no, everyone, the airplane’s crashing!” he says.

“No, you’re not!” Peter says.

“Totally crashed,” Tyler says, sprawling out bonelessly on the rug. “Look, everything’s broken.”

The kids start testing his limbs for breaks. Tyler grins up at Jamie, his hair rumpled and his shirt riding up and his scent bright with happiness. Jamie leans down and kisses him on the mouth.

“Ew!” the kids chorus, and Tyler tugs Jamie down so he’s lying next to him on the rug, displacing Daniel and Lyra.

“Wow, it’s just so comfy here,” Tyler says. “Your dad and I might just stay here all night.” He winks at Jamie.

“You know, that sounds great,” Jamie says loudly. “I mean, Santa wouldn’t be able to come, but you don’t mind that, do you?”

“No!” Coralie shouts. “You have to go to bed!”

Jamie looks at Tyler. “Hm, I don’t know. What do you think?”

Tyler stretches. “I’m pretty comfortable here.”

“Come on, Dad, come on,” Coralie says, tugging at his sleeve.

They end up being towed upstairs by the kids. “Come on, we have to hurry so that Santa can come,” Peter says while they change into their pajamas and brush their teeth.

“Uh-oh, Jamie, do you think they have time?” Tyler asks.

Jamie checks his watch. “He is supposed to show up pretty soon,” he says, and Lyra shrieks with her head halfway into her pajama top.

Five minutes later all five of them are lying in a row on the bed. “I think that’s the fastest bedtime has ever gone,” Tyler whispers to Jamie after they’ve kissed everyone goodnight.

Jordie and Jess come out of the room next door, where they’ve been getting Theo down. He’s still too young to share a room with the others, but they’re thinking maybe this spring. “Did they actually go to bed on time?” Jordie says. “Does this mean we don’t get to return their presents to the store?”

“We’ll see if they stay there all night before we throw out the receipts,” Tyler says.

Jamie wraps his arms around Tyler from behind and rests his chin on his shoulder. He kind of wants to get Tyler alone and finish the kiss they barely started on the carpet downstairs. But also: it’s Christmas Eve. There’s a tree downstairs and candles in the windows and a couch that’s calling their collective name, not to mention a tree that needs presents piled underneath it. “Eggnog?” he says.

“Bring it on,” Jess says, rolling up her sleeves.

***

“But I don’t get why Molly and Kayla aren’t here,” Violet says.

“Because they have families of their own to go to,” Patrick says. “It’s Christmas Eve, so they want to be with their parents.”

“But we’re their family,” Eric says. “They should be here.”

Patrick gathers the two of them into his arms. They’re five and a half, and getting too heavy to lift more than one at a time, but it’s still just about doable. “Families can have lots of different parts that do different things sometimes,” he says. “Molly and Kayla love you and will be so excited to see you again in a few days.”

“No,” Violet says, and starts crying.

She’s overtired. Patrick’s parents and sisters are staying with them, which means the kids have been running around all day, and the quadruplets haven’t been taking regular naps since they started kindergarten this year. “Hey, why don’t we go read a story?” he says.

By the time they finish reading about Polly Diamond and her magic book, Violet’s conked out, and Eric and Luke and Sophie are nodding off. Patrick’ll give them an hour and a half; any more than that and they won’t fall asleep tonight.

He’s just made it out of their room when his phone rings. He listens for a while, then says, “Of course, sure,” and goes to find Jonny.

Jonny’s in the living room, holding down the fort with the older kids and Patrick’s family. “Okay, who let him play Monopoly?” Patrick asks when he comes in the room.

Jonny shoots him a glare. “Shut up, I’m winning.”

“We don’t say shut up to each other,” Jackie-the-younger sing-songs from the couch, where she’s curled up with a book.

Erica laughs. “Oh man, you guys so deserve this. I love it.”

“Can I steal you for a minute?” Patrick says to Jonny, and when Jonny looks a question at him: “Molly just called. They’re coming back here.”

Joe sits up with a yelp. “What? They’re coming back?”

“Yup, should be here soon,” Patrick says to Joe, and jerks his head to Jonny to join him in the other room.

Jonny listens to what Molly told Patrick, and his expression slowly darkens. “Those fuckers,” he says.

“I know. I thought they’d gotten over it,” Patrick says. It makes him remember how lucky he and Jonny are: neither of their families had any problem with the gay thing. Not to mention the wolf thing, which Molly and Kayla still have to deal with a little, if only indirectly through their jobs. Patrick’s dealt with some crap in his life, but it could have been so much worse.

Molly and Kayla show up a couple of hours later and get mobbed by kids. “We thought you went to your other family!” Violet shouts while she jumps up and down, hugging Kayla’s leg.

“Nope, we’re gonna be here with you instead,” Kayla says.

They both look a little done with the world. That’s probably what happens when you drive multiple hours to be with one set of your parents for the holidays, get yelled at for half an hour for being married to another woman, and turn right around and drive back. Patrick gives both of them a really long hug. “Go hang out in your room if you want, we’ve got things taken care of down here.”

The rest of the day is a whirlwind of church and dinner and trying to convince nine kids that they don’t need to stay up to watch the end of A Christmas Story. Patrick’s family is staying at a hotel—they have guest rooms, but not enough of them for five extra people—so after the kids go to bed it’s just Patrick and Jonny and Molly and Kayla.

Patrick gets out the wine. “You guys don’t have to talk about it if you don’t want to, but also feel free to rant,” he says.

“Ugh, I don’t even know where to start,” Molly says.

“They’re my parents, I’ll do it,” Kayla says, and gives them what’s probably an edited version of what her parents said to them.

It’s rough, and she starts crying. Patrick ends up hugging both of them and also sniffling a little because that’s how he does things. “Thank you so much for letting us come back here,” Molly says. “I know you already have a lot of people in the house. It means a lot.”

“Of course. You’re completely welcome,” Jonny says, but there’s something else coming through the bond—like he doesn’t quite mean it. Patrick shoots him a sharp glance but doesn’t get a response.

He asks him about it later, when they’ve gone up to bed. “What? No, of course I’m happy to have them here,” Jonny says.

“You’d better be. They’re the best,” Patrick says.

“No, obviously, it’s just—” Jonny pulls off his socks. “They’re sitting there fucking thanking us for letting them into our home. Where they live forty-eight weeks out of the year.”

Patrick’s missing the point here. “And…”

“And they should think of it as their home by now.” Jonny throws his shirt into the hamper and looks at Patrick. “I want to invite them into our pack.”

He’s saying it defiantly, like he expects Patrick to argue. “Okay,” Patrick says after a minute.

Jonny raises his eyebrows. “‘Okay’?”

“Okay, we can talk to them about that,” Patrick says. “I think it would be awesome. Obviously. They’re part of the family by now. But they might not want to. I mean, it’s their jobs, they might not want to blur the lines like that.”

“Yeah, I thought about that, but we can work it out,” Jonny says. “They practically raised our kids. I want this to be their family. If they want it to be.”

“Yeah.” Patrick grins and pulls Jonny down onto the bed. “Yeah, we’ll ask.” They’ve got a pretty great pack. He can see how someone might have their reasons for not wanting to join it…but honestly, he doesn’t think that’s what’s going to happen.

***

Being in Arizona is weird. Like, it’s great that Taylor and Ebs get to keep playing for the same team, but…it was rough, having to move the kids. The house doesn’t feel like theirs yet. And the weather is all wrong. It’s not natural for it to be fifteen degrees Celsius at Christmas.

At least things should feel more normal once Sarah gets home. Taylor gets that this whole college thing is important, but it’s just weird, not having all their kids in the house.

Althoough he kind of wishes Sarah were coming back alone.

“What do you think he’ll be like?” Ebs asks while they wait around for the Lyft to get here.

“I don’t know,” Taylor says. “Isn’t it just, like, super soon for her to bring someone home?”

Ebs gives him a sly look. “We adopted kids six months after we got together.”

“Yeah, but we were different,” Taylor says, shoving him and then putting his arm around Ebs’ waist.

The Lyft pulls up a few minutes later. The guy who gets out after Sarah is skinny, dark-haired, wearing a t-shirt that’s way too big for him. Taylor definitely didn’t look that young when he was nineteen. Maybe ever.

“Sarah!” Charlotte shrieks, and runs out of the house into Sarah’s arms. Sarah laughs and catches her, and Sarah’s boyfriend picks up her bag along with his own and waves at the Lyft driver. Taylor likes him marginally more.

Sarah gets to the front door, and Taylor and Ebs engulf her in hugs of their own. She looks good: her hair is streaked with blue and green and purple, which looks awesome, and her face is a little less thin than it was when she left for school. She’s all smiles for them, and for Charlotte, and for her teenage brothers who are drifting down the stairs.

“And this is Nick,” she says, dragging him forward, and Taylor feels Ebs go rigid.

He sees it, and he also feels it through the bond. He can’t tell why, though. The bond is annoyingly imprecise that way: he can tell that Ebs’ heart is racing, that he’s struck with—horror? Anxiety? Fear?—but he can’t tell exactly what it is, or what’s causing it. He shoots Ebs a look, but Ebs isn’t looking back at him. He’s staring at Nick, and at Sarah.

Taylor takes charge of welcoming them and tries to be extra warm to Nick to make up for the way Ebs is just staring. Then, as soon as Nick and Sarah go upstairs to put their bags away, he pulls Ebs aside.

“What the fuck is wrong?” he whispers. Whispering is always a questionable strategy in a house full of wolves—Taylor can never quite guess just how well they can hear—but also: what the fuck is wrong?

“They’re,” Ebs says, and then words seem to fail him. His eyes are all big and buggy. “They’re bonded.”

“What?” Taylor says. He looks around, like Ebs could even possibly be talking about someone else. “What? No, they only just met, like, four months ago.”

“They’re bonded,” Ebs says again, and Taylor knows better than to doubt Ebs on wolf stuff. But also: what.

“I’m sorry I didn’t tell you,” Sarah says when they get her alone twenty minutes later.

Ebs still seems to be stuck on partial-shutdown mode. Taylor isn’t in shock to the same degree, but also, he’s not sure he totally believes it. “What did…how?” he asks.

“We didn’t mean for it to happen,” Sarah says. She’s looking at them a little defiantly, her chin up. “It just did.”

“Wow,” Taylor says. He glances at Ebs. He kind of wants him to say something; this is his territory more than Taylor’s. “Is he, uh, is he a good guy?”

“He’s the best,” Sarah says. “He’s a freshman, too, and he’s studying marine biology. He’s getting great grades, and he’s super responsible, and—”

“And he bonded with you after four months,” Ebs says.

Okay, Taylor no longer wants Ebs to say something. Sarah’s face goes immediately into fighting-with-parents mode. “It wasn’t like that,” she says.

“There are things you have to do to bond,” Ebs says. “You can’t tell me it happened by accident. You should both have known better—”

“We weren’t even dating!” Sarah bursts out.

Ebs pauses at the outburst. Sarah’s face goes very red. “I mean—we weren’t hooking up, even, or anything,” she says. “We were just friends. And—”

Something passes over Sarah’s face. Taylor’s hit with instant recognition: he remembers that feeling. He remembers feeling something very like it when he lived with Ebs that first year, before they were together, when he didn’t think there was any hope for them getting together but he wanted Ebs so bad he thought he would die of it. He takes an involuntary step toward Sarah before catching himself. He wants to let her finish what she’s saying.

“It was really bad,” she says. “I thought—but then he felt it too. And we figured it out.” Her eyes are bright. “It’s so good now, Dads. It’s—it’s better than anything.”

Taylor looks at Ebs. His expression is stricken. “And—you’re happy?” Ebs asks.

“I’m so happy,” she says, her voice catching. “I’m so happy.”

Taylor can’t help it. He has to hug her. A moment later Ebs joins him, both of them with their arms around her.

“Then I’m happy for you,” Ebs whispers into the hug. She’s crying, and they both start, too. They stand there for long minutes, hugging, with tears streaming down their faces.

***

It takes months for Alex and Dylan to decide on Christmas plans, mostly because their families don’t seem to get why they don’t want to spend it apart. “You guys have only been together for like ten months,” Ryan says. “You can be apart for three days.”

Yeah, they technically can. They wouldn’t die or anything. “Maybe we’re being silly,” Dylan says to Alex after they’ve gotten pushback for a few days.

“No, we’re not,” Alex says, like it’s that simple, like they don’t need to even think about the possibility. Dylan’s glad he’s saying that but still kind of antsy about it.

When he talks to his mom, though, she understands right away. “Of course you don’t want to spend Christmas apart,” she says. “Don’t worry. We’ll figure something out.”

In the end, the DeBrincats end up coming to Toronto for the break so they can all spend it at the Stromes’. Dylan feels a little self-conscious about it in the days leading up to the break, but when Christmas Eve rolls around and he and Alex get to snuggle on the same couch and watch It’s a Wonderful Life with both their families around them, and later when they get to go up to bed together, he knows they couldn’t have done it any other way.

“Remember Christmas last year?” he asks Alex when they’re in bed, waiting to fall asleep.

“Mm. What about it?” Alex asks.

“You called me, to show me that thing your dog was wearing,” Dylan says.

“Oh, yeah.” Alex laughs. “That was so dumb. I just—I did it to hear your voice.”

“It was, like, the only thing that kept me going,” Dylan says. “I was such a mess for those three days.”

Alex has his hands in Dylan’s hair, fingertips rubbing Dylan’s scalp the way he likes. “My mom asked if I was getting the flu, I was so out of it.”

Dylan can still remember it, viscerally: that choking feeling in his gut, like he couldn’t get enough air or food. Like something was slowly drawing the life out of him. “Let’s never spend it apart again,” he whispers.

“You’ve got a deal,” Alex says, and rolls on top of him to kiss him soundly.

***

Sid and Geno spend Christmas Eve lying in front of the fire, just the two of them. There’s some Christmas movie on in the background, but Sid isn’t really watching. He’s paying attention to the feeling of Geno’s chest rising and falling behind him, to the way Geno’s softly tracing patterns on his arm.

“ESPN finally realizing what Geno always knows,” Geno says.

“Huh?” Sid must have drifted off for a minute there. He realizes the Christmas move is over, and there’s a news program saying something about hockey. “Oh. The list?”

“Sid best of decade,” Geno says smugly.

So many people say so many good things about Sid all the time. But still, somehow, Geno saying them always makes Sid want to duck his head, embarrassed. “It’s just a list,” he says, heat coming into his cheeks.

Geno takes his shoulder and presses him back against the rug. Then he levers himself on top of him. “No,” he says. “Sid best.” And Sid would try to protest, but it’s hard to make a coherent argument when you’re being kissed that thoroughly.

Sid decides there are some things worth conceding. For the greater good.

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Part 2 Chapter 3

You didn't wake up the next morning, in fact you never went to sleep. You tossed and turned all night lying wide awake in bed. When daylight finally poked it's way through the curtains, you turned over to check the clock. It was sill quite early, but Iida would probably be up by now so at least you'd have someone to talk to. You trudged downstairs and into the common area to find Iida, Yaoyorozu, Hagakure, and Shoji all up bright and early, despite the weekend.

"Ah Surō your awake! I'd expect nothing less from someone like you!" Iida praised, clearly not noticing that the bags under your eyes had grown darker throughout the night, almost as if they wanted to keep some of that inky black for themselves. Yaoyorozu on the other hand noticed your sluggish movements, and lack of sleep right away.

"Oh dear, did you sleep ok last night?" She voiced her concerns, and you didn't have the energy, or the heart, to be sarcastic, so you gave her a light shake of your head.

"I'll go make you some tea then! Maybe it'll help wake you up a bit!" She clasped her hands together and hurried off towards the kitchen with an energetic bounce in her step.

A few minutes later she came back, balancing a tray between her hands, with a few cups of tea and sugar. As the five of you conversed a few more of your classmates made their way to the common area. By late morning that same pair of crimson eyes was watching you from the shadows. You didn't pay any mind to it, in fact you hadn't even noticed Bakugo's watchful gaze. It was Sunday, so you'd have to go back to school tomorrow, that was something you were not looking forward too. Once again the day flew past and before you knew it, the afternoon had already come along.

"Hey Surō!" You heard Kirshima call from behind you, and you turned your head to face him.

"I was wondering if you wanted to go grab something to eat with Mina, Sero, Kaminari and myself?" He asked, you nodded weakly, still exhausted from the lack of sleep.

"Gimme a few minutes." You told him as you turned around to head back to your room.

"Phone? Check. Wallet? Check. Crocs? Check. Unhealthy amount of exhaustion? Check." You thought to yourself. Grabbing a bag for your phone and wallet, you headed back downstairs to join your friends.

If it hadn't been for Kirishima's positively infectious energy, you would've passed out on the sidewalk. You decided to get caffeinated tea with your meal, just to wake you up more, you really were struggling. While the five of you waited to place your orders, a conversation brewed. It started out quite normal, at least normal for a bunch of teenage dumbasses, but the topic soon diverged to you. You quickly dodged any questions they threw your way, but it was no use, they had set you up and cornered you.

"What's Bakugo's room look like!?" Mina whined,

"I mean as far as I could tell it was pretty average. I didn't get a good look, I was two inches tall for God's sake." You answered, but before you could catch your breath, Kaminari threw another question your way,

"What's it like being so short?!"

"BRO! DON'T BE RUDE!" Kirshima scolded, elbowing the Pikachu in the side.

"Whaaaaat? I wanna know!" He argued.

"Yea but you don't have to be so rude about it—"

"It sucks." You said firmly, cutting off whatever Kirshima was going to say next. You finally let your walls down, opening up to your friends about the past week. Only to rant though,

"I HATE it. I don't care how much someone pays me, I will never go through that again. That was 100 percent the worst week of my entire goddam life. I HATE being two inches tall, I HATE not having any say in what I want, I HATE people freaking kidnapping me, and most of all, I HATE that stupid asshole of a blonde. He is such a DICK I have never in all my life met someone who can get on my nerves more than that stupid asshole." You were gripping your glass of water so hard, you swear you heard a crack. Your friends stared at you in utter disbelief, in an instant you had gone from chill and tired, to angry and feral, and back again. The pure, raw, unbridled loathing in your voice had stunned the four of them at how fast it appeared.

"Wow you really do hate him don't you?" Mina said.

"OF COURSE I HATE HIM, HE PRACTICALLY STARVED ME TO DEATH! NOT TO MENTION HE WAS AN UTTER ASSHOLE TO ME THE ENTIRE TIME!" You screamed. Mina scooted a few inches away from you, and it did not go unnoticed, because you immediately calmed down again.

"Sorry, I really just HATE him ya know?" You sad to her, gritting your teeth at the mention of Bakugo.

"We understand, he is a bit of a jerk." Sero said, his arm draping nonchalantly over your shoulders. You gave him a small glare that said "A bit?!" but it quickly dropped back into the monotone expression you were wearing earlier. You sighed, giving up the rant for the time being, and as if on cue, the waitress walked over to take your orders. The rest of lunch went by with no more questions about your week, for fear of another outburst. You were too tired, and too occupied with your meal, to celebrate. The five of you walked back to the dorms together, conversing on the way there.

"I love the food there and all, but nothing can beat Lunch Rush's food. Ive seen the taste of heaven, and I cant go back." Sero commented.

"I'm in the same boat dude, I think we all are." Kaminari added. Mina stepped up next, hoping for a slight change of subject,

"Yea food is great and all, but I was wondering. Surō don't you usually eat a lot more at that place? You looked like you were holding back, whats up with that?" You gripped the plastic-coated styrofoam of your to-go box, and gave Mina a death glare,

"If you were listening earlier, then you would know that I was practically starved to death over the past week, you hollow skulled idiot." Mina went wide-eyed, clearly not expecting your insult or sarcastic tone.

"Well geez, you don't have to be so rude, I was just wondering." She said, avoiding eye contact with you. On the other side of you Kaminari nudged Sero, and leaned in the make a joke that definitely caught your ear,

"I think someone's attitude is rubbing off on Surō," he said.

"Do you have a death wish Pikachu?" You growled.

"Nononono! I'm sorry! I didn't mean it!" He screamed as you chased him down the sidewalk, tackling him the second he slowed down. You pinned him to the ground, and raised your fist in the air, ready to nail him in the face. You felt a pair of hands grab your wrist, and another pair wrapped around your other arm. You whipped around to see Kirishima and Mina prying you off Kaminari. You quickly stood up and ripped your arms away from them to regain your composure. Another death glare was shot in Kaminari's direction, and the five of you agreed not to say anything else on the matter. The rest of the walk back was silent.

You immediately went to your room to gather a few things, before heading to the bathroom to shower. You turned the water to a scalding hot temperature, hoping the steam it created would help clear your mind of unwanted thoughts. The attempt was entirely in vain however, once you stepped out of the girls bathroom you saw the one person that you'd been avoiding. Pale, blonde hair hung in his crimson eyes, which were locked onto you. For once you were the one giving the death glare, you immediately turned and walked the other way, without even so much as a nod in his direction. Storming off to your room, steam almost threatened to pour out of your ears. Meanwhile, Bakugo stared at you as you walked off, confusion littering his face.

"What's her deal?" He asked Kirshima.

"I dunno dude, but she hates your guts now so I'd stay away from her if I were you." He responded. Kaminari butted in next, a fake pouty expression was plastered to his face,

"She blew up in our faces when we mentioned it, she even attacked me!"

"Oh get over it." Mina said, smacking Kaminari playfully on the head.

"That doesn't really make sense. Just yesterday she was trying to pet my hair." Bakugo said, his confusion deepening.

"That was before you got back here right? Maybe she blames you for... ya know... her injuries?" Kirshima suggested. Bakugo's face went from confused to crest fallen, to his normal passive aggressive expression in a matter of seconds.

"She hates me because of what I did. Doesn't she." He thought, turning around and walking away. He he didn't want to cry, but the more he thought about it, the faster the tears welled up in his eyes. His walk turned into a sprint as he ran up to his dorm room. He shut and locked the door behind him, sliding down against it to the floor. The one person he could stand, the one person he trusted, the one person he'd opened up to. The one person he'd loved, he had pushed away. He' hurt you, he'd taken advantage of you, and you hated him for it. Tears streamed down his face,

"I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry..."

"I DIDN'T WANT TO HURT HER!" He screamed. He ran a hand through his hair, and leaned his head back against the door.

"It— its all my fault." He took a deep breath. No thoughts ran through his head, no tears flowed down his cheeks. It was silent. All except for the faint sound of voices down in the common area. Something felt off, and the more he thought about what it was, the more it dawned on him. The problem wasn't the slightest hint of voices, rather the absence of yours. He missed you telling him everything would be ok. He missed the feeling of your tiny body in his hands. He missed the way you laughed. He missed your stubbornness. He missed you. Now he would never have the chance to just talk to you, because he'd pushed you away. Just like he had done all his life.

You on the other hand were blissful, at least when Bakugo wasn't on your mind. You were so happy to be back, and you couldn't wait for the routine of normal life to start back up again. You ate dinner—still holding off on eating too much—without a single thought of Bakugo, probably because he wasn't there. You didn't see him the rest of the night, but as far as you were concerned, he deserved to wallow in his own dread. When you finally headed up to bed, the tiredness started kicking in, and you thought you might be able to sleep tonight. You were wrong, oh you were so wrong. Once again you laid wide awake in bed all night. But this time there was no tossing or turning, and especially no longing for something else. Your insomnia was entirely from your own stupid decision of drinking caffeinated tea before bed.

Your lack of sleep dragged into the next day, and you were perfectly fine with that, until you realized you had to go to school. You got up early to go grab breakfast, and of course thats when the caffeine started to wear off. You ran into Iida on your way down, who was equally shocked at your exhausted appearance and your timely manner.

"Good morni—"

"Don't talk to me until I have caffeine running through my veins." You cut him off, not wanting to engage in conversation before your morning coffee. You grabbed yourself a bowl, some cereal and milk, before pouring the cereal first because you aren't a psychopath. You sipped your coffee and ate breakfast, as you did this Iida decided to come sit next to you for a bit of early morning conversation. You gladly conversed with him, more awake, now that you had some coffee.

After a pleasantly normal conversation with the class president, you headed upstairs to finish getting ready for school. You buttoned up your shirt and slid your blazer, skirt, and socks on. You gathered up the books scattered across your room and shoved them into your backpack. Slipping on your shoes, and adjusting your tie, you turned around to check the time on your alarm clock. You had about half and hour before school officially stared, so you figured you could just chill out in the common area. However your assumptions were wrong, because as soon as you turned the corner your eyes locked onto Bakugo's slumped figure on the couch. Immediately your good mood was ruined. You tried your best to appear calm as you walked towards the other side of the room, your muscles tense with rage. You didn't notice the way he glanced at you as you strode past him.

You had started to calm down by the time you reached the classroom, only for the fire of animosity to be lit once again when Bakugo walked past you. Thankfully your friends were there to help calm your nerves once again with their usual banter. Suddenly the door slid open, and Aizawa walked through, his yellow sleeping bag was tucked under his arm,

"Alright class listen up because I'm only gonna say this once," He said, and immediately everyone turned their heads in attentiveness.

"I'm more tired than usual because I didn't get much sleep last night. You all have a free for the next few hours, use your time wisely. Wake me up at lunch." He unzipped his sleeping bag and climbed in, falling unconscious in a matter of seconds. The classroom burst into noise. A few students gathered at the back of the room to study and finish any homework they forgot about. However most of your classmates were talking and showing each other memes. Of course you joined in with the majority of your friends and engaged in conversation.

The morning blew past, without a single second of productivity used. Soon the lunch bell rang and Iida went to wake up your teacher. The hall was filled with other students making their way to the cafeteria. You joined in the crowd, thankful that you could get around by yourself again. The food was just as delicious as it always was, and it had satisfied your hunger perfectly. Kirshima's voice rang next to you, causing you to glance up from your food and remember you weren't alone.

"So I was wondering if you guys would like to go out this Saturday. Maybe go to the mall, or see a movie," He asked.

"The mall sounds good to me!" Mina replied.

"Yea, I don't think there are any movies out that looked too interesting." Sero said, and Kaminari nodded in agreement.

"That sounds fun, maybe we can get a few more people to come and have a class-wide day out," You suggested.

"Oh yea that's perfect!" Kaminari exclaimed.

"Alrighty its settled then, I can text the group chat," Mina said, whipping out her phone, which was decked in pink accessories and keychains. You felt your own phone vibrate in your pocket, signifying that the group chat received the message. A few more vibrations came afterwards, probably from people responding to Mina's text. You didn't point them out, instead continued eating and talking.

You were excused from the afternoon training, via Recovery Girl's request. Throughout the afternoon you caught up on homework that you had missed while your were... absent. After what felt like forever, the rest of your classmates poured into the room, exhausted from training. A few minutes later the bell rang and all 21 of you made your way back to the dorms. The rest of the day flew by quickly, filled with the normal afternoon shenanigans.

For the third time this week you trekked to the bathroom for a shower, soon after, heading up to your room to sleep. This time you did fall asleep, but it was light, and you kept waking up at the smallest noises. Just as the day before you woke up exhausted. The day went by slowly, the normal, boring routine finally falling into place. But although the day was slow, by the time you fell asleep I felt like it had blurred past. Another restless night followed the previous, and once again you woke up, drained of all energy. The week was already half over, and you assumed the second half would go smoothly and quickly, just like it used to. How wrong you were. Wednesday was going to be long, you could tell just by the way your movements seemed to slow down when you walked downstairs. The majority of the day went by smoothly and just as slowly as you expected, and for the most part smoothly. At least until you got back to the dorms after school.

Kirshima dragged you to his dorm room, expressing something about a movie night with the rest of your friends.

"Movie night? It's the middle of the week dude." You said.

"Yea I know, but you looked like you needed some cheering up, and Kaminari wanted to watch Shrek." He answered.

"Now that's a reason I can get behind!" You exclaimed.

"They'll be here in a minute I just texted them," You settled down in a beanbag chair over by his TV, trying your best not to recall the last time you'd been in his room. Kirishima began backing towards the door slowly, and you didn't notice until it was too late.

"NOW!" He yelled, before yanking the door open and slamming it behind him, leaving you confused for the next moment. A noise came from the closet, and it opened, your head snapped towards it, eyes wide with fear. Your expression quickly changed to one of betrayal, as Bakugo stepped out of Kirshima's messy closet.

"BACK OF BITCH!" You screamed at him, running to the door to open it, only to find that it was locked. Sero had taped it shut from the outside and you heard a few other voices, presumably the rest of your friends.

"KIRISHIMA EIJIROU, OPEN THIS DOOR RIGHT NOW!" You yelled, Bakugo stood behind you, a bored expression on his face.

"I'm afraid I can't do that. You two have to make up before I let you out." He said, and you sighed knowing full-well that, when it came to his friends, his patients had no limits. You turned to Bakugo and growled,

"What do you want."

"I want to apologize. I was a complete asshole to you last week, and I'm..." He paused, trying to find the willpower to let his pride sink so he can mend something that had been shattered.

"I'm sorry." You stared at him, a blank expression plastered on your face.

"I hear your apology. However, I still hate you, and because of what you did," you gestured to the bruises littering your arms and legs,

"I can't forgive you."

"But, I helped you, I fed you, I looked after your helpless ass! I—"

"You also THREW ME INTO THE HALLWAY, AND LEFT ME TO DIE! AND YOU FED ME? MORE LIKE STARVED ME HALF TO DEATH!" He gritted his teeth, trying hard not to lash out at you. He'd caused you enough pain already, he drew in a deep breath before continuing,

"I know, and I will make it up to you somehow, I'm—" you cut him off again,

"Why the hell do you care about what I think?! As far as I know you don't give a damn about anyone else!"

"I— I can't answer that. I'm not sure why exactly, but—" he cut himself off and sighed. He knew exactly why he cared what you thought, he was in love, though he'd never admit it,

"I just want you to stop pretending to hate me. We both know it's fake, and I just want you to stop."

"LIKE HELL THIS IS FAKE! DO YOU SEE WHAT YOU DID TO ME?! I CAN'T EVEN WALK DOWN THE HALLWAY WITHOUT GETTING WEIRD LOOKS!" You screamed, anger boiling inside your veins,

"I THOUGHT YOU DIDN'T CARE ABOUT ME?! WELL GUESS WHAT, I DON'T CARE IF YOU DO! IN FACT, I DON'T CARE WHAT HAPPENS TO YOU! I DON'T CARE IF YOU DIE!" You threw his own words agains him, and it took every ounce of focus to not let himself overflow with anger, and heartache.

"Kirshima... open the door." He said through shaky breaths. You didn't notice, you didn't really care either.

"Are you sure bro?" He responded.

"Open. The. Door." He growled. You heard the sound of tape being peeled off the door frame, before the redhead opened the door and looked in cautiously. You shoved him out of the way and stormed off to your room, but not before giving them all a death glare and the middle finger.

You took a shower to try and blow off some steam, but it didn't quite work. You found yourself completely frustrated for the rest of the week, but you weren't completely mad at your friends. They only did it to help Bakugo apologize to you, even though the attempt was entirely in vain. You were exhausted by the time Friday came to a close, and with the week finally over you could look forward to the trip to the mall tomorrow. You closed your eyes and finally got a good night's rest for the first time in what felt like forever.

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#mha #g/t #fanfic #bakugo #bakugo katsuki #bakugo x reader #bakugo x oc #bnha #UNO REVERSE

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freetheworms · 5 years

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(1) Eddie wakes up to Richie's voice, absently crooning a song he quickly recognizes-- 'Eddie, My Love', he used to tease him with that. But he'd meant it, too... it took long enough to learn he'd meant it, too. It took them both long enough, it almost took them too long. Eddie doesn't remember how he got here, lying between Richie's legs, cradled against his chest-- he remembers he was released from the hospital, he remembers Richie putting him in the car, fuzzily making a joke, Richie's laugh.

(2) He'd fallen asleep on the drive, and apparently Richie just hadn't woken him up. He must have gotten a wheelchair, he can't have carried him all the way from the car to his bed alone. Or had someone helped him? No-- no, the hospital, at the hospital they loaded a rental chair into the back of the car when he'd left, when they'd given him one last warning about being careful with his healing scars, how not to tear anything open, when to come back in.

(3) "What time is it?" He asks, when Richie seems to be done singing. He brings his hand up to cover the one resting carefully over his chest-- off to the side, away from torn muscle, from thick scar tissue and ugly bruising that feels like it might never fade. Richie kisses the side of his head, warm and gentle. Sniffs at his hair and laughs when Eddie teasingly calls him a creep for it-- retaliates by nuzzling at him and blowing air against his ear, his neck.

(4) "I'll show you creepy." He licks at the hinge of Eddie's jaw. "Dinnertime, baby. You wanna get out somewhere? I'll take you anywhere you want to go. Eds... when we get out of this dump, I will. I'll take you anywhere you want." His hand drifts up to caress Eddie's face-- to brush over the now-healed scar on his cheek with aching tenderness, to grip at his chin, to caress over the curve of his lips and to stroke along his jawline. Spreading spit, but for once, Eddie doesn't care about that.

(5) "My favorite creep." He chuckles weakly. It feels like all he can do just to hold onto Richie, to be awake... He wants to get out of the hotel, after being stuck in a hospital bed as long as he has been, but he doesn't want to eat out. Everything is too exhausting, and he's not used to having a scar on his face, not used to the idea of people staring. "Can we drive through someplace and just come back here? I'm not sure I'm up to... anything."

(6) "Anything you want. Except McDonald's, because I am not ready to look at another clown, and I will take a baseball bat to that fuckin'... fiberglass Ronald McDonald statue they have sitting on a bench out front and there are enough rumors about my breakdown as it is." Richie presses another kiss into his hair, another. "Chicken? I have... I have the craziest random memory now of... of some picnic. Getting away from our families. You shared a blanket with me. And you..."

(7) "And I didn't want to eat anything." Eddie laughs weakly. "Because the egg salad seemed like it was sitting out too long-- potato salad? The potato salad, and the deviled eggs. The things that were supposed to be cold seemed too warm and the things that were supposed to be hot seemed too cool, and there were flies buzzing around, and the fried chicken seemed safe because it was still hot and it was covered up, but it was so greasy I didn't want to touch it-- wow, I was a fussy little punk."

(8) "You were a cutie." Richie nuzzles at his ear-- and Eddie can remember a dozen times at least, cries of 'cute, cute, cute!', pinches to his cheeks, can remember all the times he was grabbed and ruffled and teased, and how alive he'd felt for him then, how it was so different from being messed with by anyone else. "And I knew you could probably wrap a napkin around a drumstick or just... use a wet wipe after, but..."

(9) "But instead you held it for me and said you were going to complain the whole time." Eddie finishes. It's not the only time Richie had fed him, sort of, but it had been different-- it wasn't a single lick of an ice cream, or shoving a cookie into his mouth to cut off a rant, it was just Richie sitting there, holding the drumstick for him, watching him. Knuckles coming into occasional gentle contact with chin. Then he'd dropped the bone onto his own plate and licked his fingers and...

(10) And Eddie had had to pretend that he was a normal boy feeling normal things, that Richie's willingness to do anything for him hadn't stirred up something enormous inside of him. He hadn't even complained, as he'd threatened to. He'd only shrugged and said Eddie had to eat something and it wasn't a big deal. And it wasn't about the food, really, it was about the way Richie prioritized him. Not the way his mother always had, Eddie's sure if he had stayed with her that day, it would have been

(11) different-- she would have told him what it was safe to eat, and it would have been mostly vegetables and maybe bread, or she would have said maybe it was a mistake to come out to the picnic at all if he was worried about the food, and taken him home, and he wouldn't have been able to run around with his friends at all. It wouldn't have allowed him room. Richie always looked at his limits and his anxieties and he protected him, but he pushed him, too. He always pushed him just far enough.

(12/12) Most people in Eddie's life have either coddled him too much, or expected him to simply fend for himself when he didn't know how, and it's not that all his real friends didn't try, it's just that Richie found the balance, and seemed to like to look out for him, but never wanted to limit him. He hadn't been able to handle how it made him feel then, he can now. "Chicken sounds good. Let's do that tonight."

anon this is so cute and well-written ???? pls write more domestic reddie fix-it fics and send them to me please & thank u

#also sorry this took so long for me to post i swear im just dumb and not ignoring u !!#also getting this in my inbox made me feel so special so thank u for sending !#reddie #reddie fanfic #submission #gracie answers

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ilikeyouxactually · 5 years

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What did you think about the closet scene?

The closet scene? You mean this closet scene?

I have many thoughts on this scene, okay? Let’s get started.

(Inserting this comment after I wrote everything. Wow, I did not mean for this to become so long, but it did and here it is. I’ll be inserting a break because this is just ungodly long. Thank you, please continue.)

The first and obvious, Elton’s blatant desperation and need for John just oozes with every thing he does from before he and John even enter the closet. 1. He’s so surprised by John turning up out of nowhere while they’re in the middle of recording (fucking rude tbh but that’s a whole other rant) that he literally has to stop singing because he’s so taken aback. The man he had begged to come to London with him. The man who he lost his virginity to. The man who made him feel loved and normal. Just shows up. (Also how much time was supposed to have passed from when Elton and John last saw each other??)

So then Elton’s a nervous mess and fixing his hair, checking his breath, his voice even cracks when he asks Kiki to give him 5 minutes. And when John actually steps into the studio? Elton is like putty in John’s hands. He’s twitching, grabbing onto the microphone, trying so hard to keep his composure, but so clearly failing at it (me tbh). All the while, John is so cool and collected. He’s walking into this studio with a purpose. Is that purpose just to see Elton and reunite and have a steamy makeout sesh? Or is it that John realized the potential in investing in Elton, and knows that he can mold him into becoming who John needs him to be in order to get the most out of him?

ANYWAYS. Back to Elton melting and gushing. So now they’re finally in the closet, and that glorious kiss happens. Anyone who says they didn’t absolutely lose their minds over that kiss is lying. Come on. Richard Madden and Taron Egerton grabbing at each other and kissing like mad in a closet? It’s enough to make anyone feral. So they break from the kiss and Elton is so worked up we can barely understand him saying he wants to have dinner with John. And seriously. How fucking sweet and romantic. He hasn’t seen this mad in god knows how long, and all he can think of is having bloody dinner with him?? The hopeless romantic in Elton is something I strongly identify with, just saying.

But John doesn’t seem very satisfied with that answer. He encourages Elton to “think big”, even points out that hes a millionaire rockstar that lives at home with his mum. And this is where we move into the John part of this scene.

John is controlling right from the get-go. Letting himself into the studio while they’re hard at work (seriously, that is so fucking rude), and just takes it upon himself to deman Elton’s time and attention. Yeah, never mind the fact they were in the middle of fucking recording. Anyways. So he walks in with a purpose. Elton in his beautiful awkwardness asks what John is doing there. To which, John just replies “business.” Not a “well I came to see you” or anything like that which is probably what Elton was hoping for. No. John Reid came to London for business because he kept hearing Elton’s songs everywhere, and it made it very hard to stop thinking about him. Now whether John gave any shits about Elton at all, is an entirely different discussion. But the way this sounds? He was hearing Elton’s songs, seeing the papers and all the hits he was getting and his mind went right for the money.

John sees how huge Elton is becoming, and he wants in on that chunk of cash. Even when we backtrack to when they first met, John initially even said how he is in music management. Saying right off the bat, “Hey I have experience with this shit and I can foresee how huge you’re going to become,” but of course because it’s John Reid he has to dress it up with all these fancy words that he knows will make Elton swoon. John learned early on that he can convince Elton to do whatever he wants. (Persuading him to drink when Elton declined, and then wooing him and getting him into bed.)

So yeah. John goes to that studio with the sole purpose of wanting to convince Elton that he should be his manager. He makes a slight attempt at making it seem like he couldn’t stop thinking about him, when in reality, he probably couldn’t stop thinking about all the money he’d make off him. He gets Elton into the closet, making Elton ditch recording entirely, and later in the film John scolds Elton for not being in the studio?? Kinda a bit of a hypocrite if you ask me. And the kiss happens. John immediately grabs Elton’s neck and forces him against the wall. *fans myself because god you cannot deny that is hot* John just barely gives Elton a taste of that sweet, sweet affection he knows he had been craving before ripping away and asking Elton what he wants. And again, John isn’t satisfied with just “dinner.” Elton is clearly only thinking of the romantic aspect of their relationship which duh, who would be thinking of anything else? Elton’s never really had a proper relationship up until this point, and dammit is it so much to just ask for a fucking boyfriend to love him??

But John doesn’t just want that. Again, the debate of whether John actually cared for him or not is a very different matter. John came here for business. And he got business. He got Elton to melt down into a puddle in his hands, and mold him into what he wanted. Convincing him to make John his manager, and showing Elton the extravagant side of fame. Showing him that he can use all this money to buy these great things. All the wonderful paintings, the cars, fancy clothes, even a giant fucking house. Oh, and let’s not forget the partying and the drugs.

Okay, I rambled an excessive amount, and I think that’s probably a good place to stop. You get the point, I think. Overall, it’s a fantastic scene, steamy makeout aside. We really get a great glimpse into Elton’s feelings, and also John’s agenda and what he wants. Hope you enjoyed this!

#this turned out longer than expected #oops #jess speaks #anon ask #rocketman #elton john #john reid #taron egerton #richard madden #closet scene

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noeliareads · 5 years

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Penpals? Chapter 2

Chapter 2:

November, 2017

After about 2 weeks of preparation (waiting for a paycheck) Arizona had almost everything ready for her box. All she had to do was write the letter.

*Dear Jinho, I don’t have words to express how grateful I am for everything you sent me. I actually feel bad because I don’t send as much. But here are a few of my favorite things from America. I really hope you like them. The SNSD mug? I use it everyday for my morning coffee. (she printed out a photo of the mug on her side table) The tea is incredible! Jinho, everything is incredible and I can’t thank you enough!

By the way, how are you? How is South Korea? I hope you’re doing ok as well as your friends. I am ok, just a little bit stressed with school. Our final exams are in about a month and believe me I am not ready. Oh! I haven’t introduced myself. As you already know my name is Arizona, I am 20 years old and I am a music major in college. That’s something we have in common, music. I wanted to become a music major because I would love to be a music teacher in a university. I feel like my acquired skills would be exploited there. I really don’t know what to say about myself. My favorite colors are moss green and beige. I cannot write with normal ballpoint pens. I know. It’s weird. Fountain pens are a blessing and they are the best thing in the world.*

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Bang Chan was in his room working on some mixtapes when he heard Jisung yell.

“YA! We got a package for Bang Jinho. Who is Bang Jinho?”

Bang Chan threw his laptop on his bed and almost slipped on the wood floor, running to where Jisung was.

“Nae goesida!” It’s mine! He said. He yanked the… box? A box? And ran to his room, locking the door behind him, leaning on it as if one of his band mates were to break it down. It has happened before...

He clutched his chest regaining his breath. He took a seat on the floor and curiously examined the box, it had the typical shipping label. He didn’t spare a minute so he opened the box with his bare hands. Inside the box were a variety of American sweets. He found a mug with the american flag on it, post-its of the american flag… There were a lot of things with the american flag. Very.. touristy. Still, he thought it was cute. He saw a light blue envelope and grabbed it. It was time to read what she said.

Dear Jinho…

*I have no siblings, sadly. I am an only child so I grew up alone sometimes. But that’s ok. I don’t mind being alone sometimes. I find comfort in being alone. Oh! I listened to the songs you sent me. Ok, let me gather my thoughts.

Likey: It’s so catchy and I watched the video as well and now I can’t stop doing the hand movements from the beginning! My best friend Nick, laughs and teases me because I will do it without realizing it. I will have to check out more of Twice’s music, they seem very promising.

You Are by Got7: I have heard of them but never got into their music yet. This was until you told me to listen to this song. I like this song. It’s has a beautiful melody. I like how it builds up and I didn’t expect the chorus to sound like that! I know kpop involves a lot of rapping but that “IT’S A BEAUTIFUL SKYYY” Dude. That buildup. Wow.

Matryoshka: I don’t even know where to begin. Who are these people?? I mean, I downloaded Soundcloud because you mentioned it and I was blown away. They are amazing! The first rapper has such a chill flow. It’s like he’s not trying but it sounds good either way! The second one? He’s good, too good. And the third one? Oh Lord. I really hate you right now. Who the hell has that type of voice? I figured it was him who accentuated the MAAAAAAAATRYOSHKA. And wow, just wow. Thank you for showing me these amazing rappers. I have to look into them more!

Lastly, Be Lazy. I have like 2 things to say. THE BASS. THE BASS. Thank you. I like them so much. THE BASS.*

The letter was two pages long and Chan enjoyed reading all of it. She seemed like a very animated person. She seemed to be happy about the simplest things and that weirdly made him smile.

FAST FORWARD TO DEBUT ERA. Chan and Arizona have exchanged a few letters (shipping time and Chan’s schedule). But they became great friends in the short amount of time they’ve corresponded to each other. They kept trading on songs, Chan loved or dislikes the ones she sent and same went for her. In future v-lives, he would play some of the songs he told her to listen to. But, one thing was for sure. Chan converted Arizona into a newer generation K-pop lover. Chan told her that 3racha were actually part of a survival show that basically consisted of working hard to be able to debut together. He also never told her that he was Bang Chan. But, he did tell her that he was working hard in order to get a job as a backup dancer for idol groups.

March: Chan to Arizona (They just debuted)

*Zo, I am so happy! I GOT THE JOB! I wish I could tell you all about it but I can’t!*

Arizona to Chan

*No way! Jinho that is amazing! I am so happy for you! I know how much you worked for this! Whenever you get to dance on stage let me know so I can watch you.* Chan sighed as he read her response. She will see him, but she won’t know who he is.

Fastforward

Months go by and Stray Kids have won multiple rookie awards. Thanks to Chan, Arizona has gone head over heels for them. She will rant about them in her letters and fangirl with him.

*Jinho… I know I sent you your letter and you probably received it yesterday or a few days ago but this is an emergency. SKZ DROPPED ANOTHER VIDEO! BTW, You have to see the street version of Insomnia. THEY WERE IN THE US I MEAN WHAT THE HELL! This is why I hate being a college student. No money. And, 10 days later they release the street version of Question? Do they want to kill me. Changbin and Hyunjin body rolling killed me! They all killed me. I really can’t thank you enough for introducing me to them. #PROUDSTAY*

For the release of their album I Am Who, Chan sent her an album. He wanted it to be autographed but he couldn’t explain how he made that possible. Either way she has his handwriting in paper so that counts? The boys knew about her, not much but they did know he was corresponding with a girl from America. Either way, she has his handwriting. Arizona in return, sent him an ASAP Rocky album! That made Chan very very happy.

Life suddenly was brighter for Arizona. She always had a hard time seeing the bright side in life and being positive was extra effort. But corresponding with Chan helped her breathe with ease. He was her escape room. She could tell him everything and she knew that he wouldn’t judge her. He would always offer words of comfort and advice. There were times where she would vent about how hard her classes were or how her mental health deteriorates day by day. Chan wasn’t bothered by this. He wished for her to be happy and free in her own mind. He would occasionally send her various letters in the span of a few days or less. He knew she wasn’t expecting it and he hoped it made her smile, which it did.

They were so used to corresponding to each other that friendship slowly and silently became something else. Arizona once debated about it but she brushed it off. It can’t be possible and it won’t be. Letters were romantic and that is the stigma that is around it and that’s all. There is nothing more to it. Chan thought of her constantly when he wasn’t busy with producing, practicing or anything related to the group. He knew he liked her, did he have the opportunity to ask for a picture? He did. But he didn’t ask. He would feel obliged to send her one of himself and he couldn’t do that. It was enough with lying about his job.

FEBRUARY - 2019

“I am soooooooo tired.” Arizona complained as she walked into the same coffee shop she frequented with Nick over the course of their college years. Both were seniors now, graduating in May!

“All nighter?” Nick asked? She just nodded and smiled at the barista giving her their order.

“You’re a master procrastinator. What were you doing?”

“Working on my senior project and portfolio.” She mumbles taking a seat and resting her head on the table. Nick didn’t miss how she avoided his eyes.

“And probably writing J’s letter right?” Arizona looked up at her best friend and smiled. It was true, she was working on less than 2 hours of sleep, writing the letter and working on her project. “Zozo, you like him don’t you.” It wasn’t a question. It was an affirmation.

“Nick, stop.” She wasn’t ready to face this topic yet. Like him? Pff. She’s never seen him before. “We’ve never met and probably never will. Ok? Drop it.”

“You don’t have to like or love his looks.” Arizona knew that and she knew what danger she was in of falling harder and faster for Jihno. She just wasn’t ready for it.

Arizona arrived home after her evening lessons and collapsed on the couch. She was just dozing off when her mom threw some papers on her stomach. “You have mail” She said. The sleepy girl sat up and flipped through the envelopes. Phone bill, student loan information, a postcard?

“Australia? I don’t know anyone in Australia.” She turned the postcard around and smiled when she recognized the handwriting.

*Hey Zo, sorry this is going to be short. But, I am in aussie visiting family. I won’t be able to read any of your letters until I get home but I will write! Just make sure to send your responses to my normal address. I am so happy to see my family again, I actually came with a few of my friends and we are just touring around. I also heard Stray Kids are going to be here! I’ll see if I can go to their concert or spot them at the touristy sites. If I do, I’ll send photos. Take care.

Jinho.*

Her heart fluttered. He knew how much she loved Stray Kids that he would even look for them for her! The days flew by and she received an envelope. It contained a post-it and multiple photos. The note said, ‘Found them.’ The photos were of Stray Kids near the Sydney Opera House. Wait, he found them? The photos seemed to be taken from afar and the boys were with cameras? Filming a video? Arizona died right there. He went all the way to find them, take their picture, develop them and send them to her.

Chan’s Perspective

Chan asked his manager to take photographs of them as they filmed and as if they were fans who spotted them. Manager Kim (let’s say that’s his name) agreed without asking for a reason. Chan quickly developed them and sent them before going back to South Korea. He was dying to tell her who he was. After all, he was her bias. Not that it made any difference. Sadly he still couldn’t, Stray Kids were going to be extremely busy in the next month and he feared not to have time to write so he made sure he had conversations planned out so she wouldn’t feel lonely. He also had the feeling that this comeback was going to be important for their careers.

His last letter ended with; ‘Zo, I won’t be able to write as much because I will be dancing for a group for their comeback so we will be very busy practicing. But, I will try to write as much as possible. Don’t miss me.”

Hey guys this was more of a filler chapter. I hope you get an idea of how the story is going to go. There will hopefully be two more chapters, I still don’t know how I will space them out. Next chapter is going to be about the Miroh and Yellow Wood era. Arizona also graduates college and there is a big surprise that will lead to the last chapter.

Playlist?

Adios - Everglow

Teeth - 5 Seconds of Summer

Wanna Go Back - Day6

Mirror - Stray Kids

These are the pictures Chan sends to Arizona.

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