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gingeraleluke · 3 years

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𝘁𝗮𝘀𝗸 𝗱𝗮𝘁𝗲

𝗽𝗮𝗶𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀: vinnie hacker x influencer!fem!reader

𝘀𝘆𝗻𝗼𝗽𝘀𝗶𝘀: you and vinnie try to keep your relationship under wraps throughout a wild game of real life among us.

𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀: swearing, (it’s among us, so ✨murder✨) anxious reader, pure fluff

𝗔/𝗡: this was requested by @morganwilliams !! i hope i did this request justice!

THIS IS A LONG ONE!! really really hope you guys like it :)

this is based off of james charles’ among us in real life 2 video

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whenever someone asked you about your career, you were never a hundred percent sure what to say. “i stand in front of a camera and make shitty jokes for a living” just didn’t have a nice ring to it.

you often found yourself settling on the term influencer, but it was hard to see yourself as someone who influenced people.

sure, you’d talk about things you enjoy doing and maybe sprinkle in some opinions or two, but the idea of you having the power to form someone’s day or perspective on life was draining. you never saw your content as a job, yet it was the only income of money in your life.

the bottom line was, you were grateful for living such a rare and unique lifestyle.

your boyfriend was too.

you weren’t close with a lot of content creators, but you did end up forming a bond with dixie d’amelio and her sister charli.

the three of you got along really well and would film tiktoks whenever you were together. while you already had a following, your view count skyrocketed after being featured on the sisters tiktoks. it was overwhelming, but they helped you through it.

dixie was always there for you whenever you needed a break and someone to lift your spirits, while charli was always there for you when you needed to rant or a shoulder to cry on. the two girls knew you better than most, and when they invited you to join them in a james charles video, you were extremely nervous. even more nervous when they told you that james insisted to have you join.

you wanted to say no, but after them promising you that it would be fun, you decided against it. you had never met james, despite him being close with the sisters, and you were really excited to finally meet him and whoever else would be there.

you were in a groupchat with dixie and charli, the three of you discussing the event. everyone was bringing dates, except james, meaning that there would be eleven people in total if y/n went.

dixie was bringing noah, her boyfriend who you had only talked to through facetime when he called her while you were with her. he seemed nice on the phone and you were sure you’d get along since you were close with dixie. charli told you that she was bringing larray, someone you had never met in real life either. you knew james would be there, obviously, but that was it.

you decided to reach out to james and let him know that you were nervous, but excited to meet him. the two of you chatted through dms and he informed you on who was scheduled to be there. he wanted you to bring a date too. anyone, as long as they were an influencer of some kind, and you immediately thought of your boyfriend. so you texted vinnie, who was down with the idea.

the only people you knew there were dixie, charli, and vinnie. you weren’t good with first impressions and vin knew that.

“i will be there with you the whole time! and it’s gonna be really fun, i know it.” he kisses your temple and rubbed your shoulders. he always had a way with reassuring you.

when you arrived, you were met with a grinning james. he gave you and vinnie hugs before opening the door and letting you in. he wanted the reveal to be a suprise so he lead the two of you to a guest room with suits and accessories laid out on a bed. james was already in gear, a white space suit on his body.

you and vinnie were the last ones to arrive, leaving three colors left to choose from. the rest of the crew mates were waiting in a living room.

“okay, so these are the options left, and we have little accessory thingys to choose from, so i will leave you guys here and you can pick between these and when you are done just meet me at the bottom of the stairs and i’ll introduce you to everyone. okay?” james rambled as you and vinnie looked over at the items left.

“okay, cool. sorry we were late!”

“no, no! don’t be, it’s okay!”

before walking out, he pulled you to the side. “i just wanted to say, dixie told me about you guys and i promise not to say anything about y’all’s relationship, i get it. and don’t worry if something gets caught on film, okay? i can edit it out, just have fun!” you whispered a quick thank you and he gave you another hug before closing the door, leaving you and vinnie to get changed.

“what color do you want?” you asked.

there was brown, black, and pink left.

“i call black!” you reached out and grabbed the suit, holding it up to your body.

“hey, i wanted black!”

“too bad, it’s mine.”

“fuck, i guess i’ll take pink then..”

you ripped off your shirt, leaving you in a bra before zipping up the suit. it was hot as fuck outside and you knew you’d melt if you wore something heavy underneath. you and vinnie made slight eye contact every few seconds, while jumping into your costumes.

“pink looks good on you, babe.” you giggle.

he smiles and picks up a headband with horns on it.

“ooo!” you zipped up the jacket before running over to look at the options. a gasp left your lips once you saw the fuzzy cat ears and you swiftly placed them on your head.

“lovey, look it!” you turn to vinnie with a smile on your face as you point to you cat ears.

“aww.” vinnie coos, wrapping his arms around your back.

“in all serious babe, we need to make sure we keep this under wraps.” you state.

“keep what?”

“us.”

“oh..” his mouth lowers into a slight frown as he plays with your hair. “yeah, i know.”

“we don’t want to start any drama and i don’t want either of us to get hate, so just… i don’t know- keep your distance today.”

“oh.. okay. i see how it is.” he crosses his arms, a charming expression resting on his face.

“no- not like a big distance! just ya know… try and look platonic.” he simply nods at your words before you both walk down the stairs to meet james.

“ahh!! you look so good, oh my god!” he gushes before leading you two to meet the rest. as you step through the house, voices louder and louder. you were already overwhelmed by the amount of people you could here. you turned a corner and was met with eight people, all sitting around a couch, chatting. lights were set all around them, illuminating the bright colors they wore.

you gulped and felt vinnies hand interlock with yours. he lightly squeezed before letting go, his way of letting you know that he was there.

i hope no one saw that.

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after meeting everyone, we all settled down and stood around a table, a black backdrop behind us. you tried to keep some space between you and vinnie and decided not to stand next to him, but to stand next to james and dixie instead. charli stood behind you while vinnie stood behind james. you turned your head to the right and was met with vinnie who was already looking at the back of your head. he was still close by, but far enough to go unnoticed. he smiled at you and you smiled back, before quickly turning around as james started his introduction.

you were too nervous to comprehend fully what he was saying, but snapped out of it once it was time to introduce yourself.

“quen, purple.”

“nas, cyan.”

“dixie, blue!”

“charli, green.”

“y/n, black!”

“james, white.”

“nai, orange.”

“vinnie, pink!”

“larray, red.”

“chase, lime.”

“noah, yellow.”

we cheered before gathering to the table. you and charli both picked the cat ears and gushed over how you guys matched. you tried to act natural, but you’ve never been in such a foreign setting and the fact that you had to keep your relationship with vinnie a secret, didn’t help. the only people who knew you two were dating was charli, dixie, noah and james. everyone else had no idea.

you stayed with charli, chase on the other side of you as you guys waited to get your cards. vinnie was talking to charli about something, so you decided to be brave and spark a conversation with chase.

“so.. was like your first choice?” he looked over at you, a phone in his hand ready to film.

“huh? oh, no, not really.. i didn’t mind though.” you just nodded.

awkward.

“hey, you and charli match!” he smiled, pointing at your headband with cat ears on it.

“oh, yeah!”

“that’s so cute!” he giggled, looking down at his feet. he shifted forwards in the line.

“yeah.. what do you have?” you reached out to grab whatever was on his head.

“oh, it’s a leaf.” he bent his head down so his hair was on full display, showcasing the headpeice.

“how cute!” vinnie couldn’t help but overhear the conversation. he knew chase was single and that you were his type on paper. he wouldn’t have to worry about him hitting on you, if he knew y’all were dating, but he didn’t.

you nodded, looking down at the table in front of you. you found yourself wanting to continue the conversation with him.

“so, did you- where you in the last one?” he looked into her eyes, “the last james among us video, i mean.” you chuckle awkwardly.

“oh! yeah, no i wasn’t. this is my first time.” you both made eye contact before making your way to the other side of the table and grabbed your cards. you looked up to see vinnie across from you. you gave him a small smile and he looked at you with a straight face. for a quick second, you were sure he was upset with you, but then he sent a sly wink your way, causing you to suppress a chuckle.

charli placed her hand on your shoulder. “you’re gonna be alright, right?”

“yeah! yeah, i think i’ll be okay..” you nodded.

“okay, i’m gonna be here if you need me, just come and find me okay? if you get overwhelmed, let me know and we can talk to james about it.”

“thank you, charli.” you hugged her and she kissed your head.

“now go have fun!” charli made her way outside.

ROUND ONE

you held your camera before walking towards the back of the house where the asteroids were. you opened your card and showed it to the camera.

CREWMATE

“im innocent, y’all!” you exclaimed before looking over your tasks.

1: fix the wires

2: bell grab

3: ball toss

4: puzzle

seems easy enough

“alright, y’all! i don’t know… where the fuck i am.” i walked out of the room and made my way into a hallway. i didn’t notice chase walking behind me until he spoke up.

“where you off to?”

“JESUS! oh my god, you scared the fuck outta me!” you playfully hit his arm before turning around and continuing your way through the house. “i don’t know, honestly. i have to fix the wires though..”

“oh, cool.” he nodded, his camera recording him and the girl walking.

noah started to approach them. “oh hey.”

“oh hey!” chase said.

“hey huddy.”

“hi noah..” you smiled and reached your hand out. noah high fives it before saying a small “hey y/n..” and walking by you and chase. you found the room with the wires and you and chase went your separate ways.

when you entered the room, you were met with a bright pink jumpsuit.

“hey, pretty girl.” he smirked. they were alone, the red light illuminated their faces.

“you are so lucky im holding the camera…”

“what?” he shot her a puzzled look, causing her to stare.

“oh…”

“yeah, ‘oh.’ vinnie, you need to be careful…”

“i know, i know… im sorry. from now on, we barely know eachother.” he placed his hand on his chest and you shot him an uncertain face before nodding and fixing the wires. you both kept your cameras out, making sure to edit this conversation out later.

all of a sudden, a body was reported.

“oh, shit..” vinnie stated. you both looked at eachother in suprise. “someone’s dead!” you walked quickly to the main room. “already??” you asked your camera.

when the couple entered the room, larray walked by and started talking to james who was playing dead on the floor.

“james is dead, you can’t talk to him.” vinnie stated.

“couldnt care less!” larray replied, causing y/n to laugh.

the group started conversing and chase admitted to finding the body.

“okay, you were at the puzzle.. y/n, where were you?”nas asked.

“i was fixing the wires with vinnie.”

stay cool, y/n. stay cool.

“where were you, nas?” you asked.

“i was outside by the vent thing.”

“BY THE VENT THING?!” charli yelled. you immediately started cracking up and grabbed charlis arm to keep yourself steady.

“WHY WERE YOU BY THE VENT?!” you two were cracking up and everyone else started yelling at nas.

“he came up to me, and was trying to kill me!” larray shouted over the noise.

while nas shared his defense, nai cut everyone off.

“should we skip!? should we skip? we have thirty seconds, should we skip or are we voting?” larray stood next to her, nodding his head as everyone decided to skip.

“okay guys…” y/n spoke into the lens, “i have to try not to die, because clearly, there is a murderer on the loose.”

you turned around at the sound of your name being called. charli waddled up behind you in her green suit.

“hey!”

“hi, i’m scared and don’t want to be alone.” she explained looking into her camera, causing you to laugh.

“no, because same! what task do you have?”

charli pulled out her card and you scanned it.

“i have the bell grab too! i think it’s over here.” you pointed as charli followed behind you.

“hi, charli!” noah greeted, walking by you two. you both said hello before finding the bell grab station.

“oo! okay, so i have to jump and try and grab the bell.”

charli went first, starting off in small bounces on the trampoline.

“you’ve got this!”

her hair blew in her face as she laughed breathlessly, reaching her arm out to hit the bell. she kept jumping until you heard a light ring.

“i did it!” she jumped off and wrapped her arms around you, causing you to almost drop your camera. “that was harder, than i thought it’d be!” she was out of breath as she watched you step on the trampoline.

you hit the bell in the first try, charli’s mouth agape. “no way!”

“i can’t believe i did that!” you angled your camera to show the two of you in shock.

charli moved into the house, while you walked to the other side of the backyard to the ball toss.

an emergency meeting was called before you could get there. you and noah entered the meeting last, you both stood to the side of the table. you looked up at your boyfriend who was trying his best to stay cool despite how cute you looked with your hair all messed up from jumping and your cat ears.

“what happened?” vinnie shrugged.

“you called this shit?” quen asked looking at charli.

charli explained that quen reached for her knife while they were alone doing asteroids. the group was now trying to figure out who was lying as the two girls yelled at eachother. dixie walked up to noah, now standing next to you. “do you think charli is lying?”

“i can’t tell..” you said, before slamming your hand on the table. “WAIT! guys, listen.” people continued to talk over you, making vinnie scream ‘shut up’ at the top of his lungs. everyone’s eyes were on vinnie.

“y/n has something to say.”

“thank you! okay, so i almost forgot, me and charli did the bell grab together, and she never tried to kill me, so i don’t think it’s her..”

“right, but you two are close, right? so she wouldn’t kill you.” nas explained.

before you could answer, quen added, “yeah, how do we know you aren’t the imposter? it’s probably you and charli!”

it was time to vote and it was a tie, meaning no one got ejected.

“okay, bitches.” you were out of breath from walking around the house, but you had to make your way to the basketball court. “i still have to do the stinkin ball toss…” your sneakers hitting the ground and the conversations from afar was the only thing you could hear. “so… i see nothing but trees and tiktokers… life is crazy!” you held the camera up and made a fuckboy face before doing the ball toss and making your way back to the house.

“hey guys!” you smiled as larray and nai walked by you, heading towards the station.

“hey, y/n! don’t mind me, just chilling with my bestie!” larray responded.

you looked at your camera with wide eyes before mouthing ‘sus’.

a few minutes later, while you were working on a task, an alarm ran off and it was declared that the round was over and that the imposters won. quen and larray admitted to being the imposters.

“no way!! did you kill nai when i went by you guys?”

“yes, i killed her. i was like ‘oh, fuck, y/n is gonna see us’ so i waited for you to leave!” you all erupted in laughter before being handed your second card.

ROUND TWO

“let’s see….” you opened the note with your fate on it and sighed contently. “thank god, i don’t want to be imposter!”

CREWMATE

1: who’s the imposter challenge

2: ball toss

3: shooting asteroids

charli walked by you as you headed towards the first station. you both said hi before she claimed to be going to security upstairs. you filmed her walking up the stairs before moving the camera back to your face. “not sure if i trust that, but okay.”

you stayed in a fairly large group of people when the alarm went off. charli reported james dead body.

“poor james! he’s died first every time.” you frown at your camera. vinnie walked up behind you and instinctively put his hands on your waist before quickly removing them.

dumbass.

dixie had to leave, so mario replaced her and next to nas. vinnie tried his best to nonchalantly stand beside you.

“i’m skipping..” vinnie mutters, scratching his neck.

“me too.” you nod your head as the majority vote was revealed. most people skipped, meaning no one was ejected.

“hey, boo!” you spotted lil nas dribbling a basketball infront of his tripod.

“hey!” he greeted and gave you a hug. the two of you hit it off before the game started. you both did the ball toss together, his hands on his camera with yours laced in your hair.

“ugh, look at us!”

the light hit the two of you in a way that made you look godly. you both had your arms extended and filmed the lighting on your faces.

“love that!”

“yes… oh my god i would do me. i would do us, honestly.” you both laughed when the alarm went off.

“okay, girl, you can back me up here! i swear, i think it’s quen, because she was looking at me weird as fuck dude..”

“oh my god, make sure you say something during the meeting!”

“i will.” you both walked into the room to see everyone yelling. vinnie stood in the corner, his face soft like a lost puppy. she could tell he was confused.

the group voted out quen who turned out to be innocent and continued their tasks. you spent the next round doing asteroids and were alone the whole time when another meeting was called. nai and charli were exposed as imposters.

“okay, i don’t know what the fuck happened.” you felt someone lightly tap your side and turned to see your boyfriend.

“i have no fucking clue, i was banging my head on the bell.” you bursted out laughing and he shushed you while the group commerced.

“i got that on camera!”

what a weirdo. i love him so much.

ROUND THREE

“god, if you love me, please don’t give me imposter that is just too much work..” you placed your hands on your knees and took a deep breath before opening the card.

CREWMATE

you smirked at the camera and pointed. “i’m a finesser, i swear…”

1: puzzle

2: fixing wires

3: shoveling snowballs

“time to go do the puzzle!” you singsonged before you felt something round knock you in the back. vinnie stood there with a finger to his lips.

“what are you doing? is that a snowball?”

“yeah, i took it from the station, don’t tell james.”

“what do you want?” you giggled. the two of you were alone without any cameras.

“you just look really cute with your cat ears and i wanted a kiss..”

“oh, my god no!”

“what?”

“you are gonna try and kill me!” you shouted. “no i won’t!” you knew you would regret this if he killed you, but a kiss is a kiss.

“vin, i swear to god, if you kill me-“

“i won’t.” he pressed his lips to yours and you quickly wrapped your legs around him, your fingers pulling lightly on his locks. you broke away from the steamy kiss and picked your camera back up.

“pleasure doing business with ya..” you shook his hand, when an alarm went off.

james and nas found mario’s body and the group interrogated the two. charli handed you a bag of m&ms. “you doing okay?” you smiled and nodded.

what a sweetheart.

they skipped and continued completing their tasks. you popped an m&m into your mouth and began to talk to your camera. “i honestly am so proud of myself for not dying! like, damn… i did that.”

after completing the puzzle, noah’s body was discovered by nai. “okay, it’s definitely y/n and vinnie!” james yelled, everyone’s eyes were on the couple.

“what?! no, why me?”

“no, okay, it’s definitely james. there’s no way- james has died first every round and now that he’s imposter, he’s not dead and goes upstairs with noah, leaves and noah’s dead? that’s not a coincidence, and it’s not nai because i doubt she got it twice in a row, come on.” james started to call vinnie a liar.

“what- why- why, do you think its y/n?” vinnie asked.

“sister y/n was following me at the start of the round!”

james what the fuck.

“UMM I DID NOT!”

the group ended up with 4 votes for james, 1 vote for quen, 1 vote for vinnie, and 1 vote for nas.

“it’s definitely vinnie, his girlfriend is just backing him up, i swear.” nas mutters.

did he just call me his girlfriend?

fuck… they are onto us

future james, please don’t use that footage.

“i’m fixing my wires! fixing my wires!” you sang, the tripod standing before you. “fixing these motherfucking wires- okay i’m done.” you walked downstairs and heard a meeting called.

nai was found dead and chase and vinnie were accusing nas and larray.

“i know it’s not me!”

“okay, it’s y/n!”

“what? i just said it’s not me nas, what the fuck!”

the group tied between chase and nas.

“guys this is so fucking stupid! stop tying..” you groaned and heard vinnie shout ‘i agree’ before making your way to the christmas tree to shovel the snowballs.

vinnie walked up behind you and started shoveling with you.

“are you going to kill me?”

“what? no, y/n.. i don’t even have this task.” he giggled, his face turning a crimson shade.

“why are you here than?” smiling up at him but keeping your distance, you felt your knees start to weaken at his smile.

“i just wanted to make sure you aren’t dead.”

as if on cue, an alarm was rung and everyone voted for larray, making nas and james win.

“imposters win!” james squealed.

nas walked up to you and gave you a hug. “bestie, what happened?!”

“sorry, i had to keep them off of me, i was starting to look sus!” everyone started making small talk and you decided to ask him what was on your mind.

“so, who told you about me and vinnie? was it james?”

“what? no, i could just tell. i get that it might be difficult, but you guys are really cute together- honestly.”

he walked away before you could answer and you could feel a smile work it’s way onto your face.

everyone got together to film the outro, y/n standing next to vinnie. while james was talking, she took a deep breath and grabbed the sides of vinnies face, pulling him in for a kiss. nai turned and saw, putting her hand over her mouth in shock. no one else noticed since they were in the back row. when she pulled away he smiled at her, before they regained their composure.

after the cameras turned off, y/n walked up to james who was eating m&ms.

“hey, you are gonna see something in the background of your outro..” james nodded.

“leave it in.”

@radioblah-blah

#vinnie hacker x reader #vinnie hacker #vinnie hacker imagines #tiktok #tiktokers #tiktok imagines #youtube #youtuber imagines

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thatoneao3writer · 3 years

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By any chance could you give loose descriptions of all the TT villain/hero outfits? You don't have to go into much detail because there's a lot of people!!

When I have a chance I'd love to draw some of these idiots n I'm sure some others feel the same.

Also in the crack au spirit, I can imagine Skeppy in nothing else other than a bloody cropped hoodie because he thinks that'll make Bad notice him. 😂😂

Oh! I was actually thinking about this in the showers earlier XD

Tbh whenever I think of the TT heroes/villains' outfits, I typically just imagine them as how people usually portray their DSMP personas. But I have some ideas for certain characters tho! (And I'll think of more as I go :v) (I am so sorry if some of these won't make sense or won't look good, I'm not good with clothing T~T)

Sam would (obviously) wear a creeper mask. Like how we always see dsmp!Sam with a trident and a sword, you'd usually see hero!Sam with a multipurpose fighting stick (read: Robin's fighting stick but it has so much more use and looks like a modern day metal trident). He also has golden metal gloves with a matching bulletproof vest over a dark green hoodie since he doesn't really care for style and opts more for practicality. He wears platforms tho. Don't mess with this king.

Ponk wears his signature Supreme mask with a red tinted visor! (it is made of special material that looks like cloth on the outside but is actually sturdy metal. Don't adk me what, this is all made uo XD) His overall color scheme is red, yellow and black. The only real robot parts of his are his legs and left arm, everything is normal. But he wears a full body robot suit for extra protection. I won't say that he's bulky, that's just the suit XD

Puffy... Just imagine a modern pirate. Lmao, you know how pirates have baggy clothes? Makes those tight fitting like Black widow's thing but with a red pirate coat over the black base. Pirate hat with a plain masquerade mask! (High heels for this Queen)

Since Ant doesn't really have a civilain life, and just shapeshifts into animals, he just goes around in any comfortable clothes he could grab. (lazy cats) But you'll typically see him wearing a cozy looking soft brown turtle neck.

BBH would be wearing something similar to his dsmp skin, but it looks more like a cloak than a hoodie. It reaches down to his heels. (idk what he'll wear underneath help)

Ranboo would wear a black and white half-n-half spiderman suit white red and green eyes. His spider logo is purple that has a small golden crown on its head, as horrible the color combination may sound. (have you seen this man's house? Yeah, he designed his costume) He rarely uses his fire breath, so he doesn't bother doing anything about uncovering his mouth. (Don't ask me why I have a marvel hero in a DC au... just dont ><)

Tommy in a spandex what will he dooooo. He's Kid Flash what do you expect me to do?? His color scheme is red white and yellow. More white, least yellow.

Dream would just wear a neon green hoodie and his mask. But he does have a unitily belt that carries all his dangerous weapons. Also, he has a huge ass gun strapped behind his back.

Sapnap would wear something similar to BBH, but his is red with a hint of faded orange at the bottom. And it only reaches to his knees. He's wear black boots, skinny jeans and a plain white shirt underneath. I dunno if this man has style or nah. He also keeps his face demonic (four red eyes and fangs). Oh, not to forget his horns and white bandana tho!

I'm keeping the Skeppy crop top costume XD. He'd also have diamonds covering the top of his face like a painted glitter mask lmao.

Quackity won't have a costume because that would ruin his element of surprise.

Velvet... I got nothing man, please help me T~T

Niki would wear spandex too (Imagine miraculous lady bug but cooler), but with scaley accents on her hands and feet which makes it look like she's wearing gloves and boots. Her color scheme is very light blue, very light pink, and very very subtle yellow. And scaley blue mask!

If you have suggestions or better ideas, please don't be shy to tell me! I'm happy to hear some much more better deaigns than these ones. And if you ever want to draw the TT AU characters, you don't have to follow my descriptions, I would love to see your own twists and designs for them!

Anyway, I feel like I did terrible and I just wish what I described were legible and understandable lmaooo. I hope they look better than I think (i think its terrible-)

#dream smp #quackity #dreamwastaken #dropsbyponk #sapnap #velvetiscake #tommyinnit #ranboo #niki nihachu #captain puffy #awesamdude #antfrost #badboyhalo #skeppy #ask #long post #ttau

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tunedtostatic · 3 years

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[Image Description: The crew of the Iris 2 made with picrew. Detailed image descriptions under the cut. End Description.]

If using picrews is cringe now I don’t wanna be right. Loving this particular picrew by grgikau, thanks everyone who’s been putting it on my dash!

(Edit: Tumblr is still hiding posts with links, apparently. It’s at picrew dot me, /image_maker/426722.)

Outfit meta also under the cut, because if you’re not gonna overthink character picrews what’s the point:

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Line 1: Image 1: Violet is slightly chubby and has dark loosely wavy hair either nape-of-neck length or pulled back with only tendrils showing. She has a septum piercing and is wearing a white t-shirt and grey hoodie. She looks slightly alarmed. Background: Bi pride flag.

Image 2: Arkady has a third of her head buzzed at the top; the rest of her long flyaway hair is pulled up in a high ponytail. She has an angular face, several cartilage piercings and one eyebrow piercing. She’s wearing brown eyeshadow, a black top, and a brown leather jacket. She is smirking. Background: Offwhite with rectangular ace pride flag frame.

Line 2: Image 3: Brian has close-cropped flyaway brown hair and a beard. He’s wearing classic rectangular glasses, a yellow button-down shirt and a red hoodie. He’s grinning. Background: Offwhite with circular trans pride flag frame.

Image 4: Krejjh is depicted as a light-skinned human (but with pointy ears). Their purple hair is styled into a faux hawk on top of their head, with sideburns, and is long in the back, swooshing through the background. They’re wearing dark green eyeshadow and a red varsity jacket over a sweater with an angular turquoise and yellow pattern. They’re grinning and raising one eyebrow. Background: Orange with black stars.

Line 3: Image 5: Sana is wearing a pink hijab, a beige sweater with a green and white pattern around the collar, and navy overalls. She is wearing large-frame glasses and smiling with a hint of a smirk. Background: Grey with white stars.

Image 6: Park is wearing a white t-shirt with a red neckline, buzzed hair, and a green ballcap. His forehead is lined and he has stubble on his angular jaw. His eyes are closed and he has a small smile. Background: Yellow with offwhite rectangular frame.

Line 4: Image 7: McCabe is wearing a black jacket over a button-down shirt that is offwhite with narrow dark stripes. They have curly red hair in a ponytail, a narrow face, and freckles. They are scowling. Background: Black with circular nonbinary pride flag frame.

Image 8: Blue stars on a lavender background.

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When it comes to fashion I headcanon Violet as a practical person who likes being comfy. Her picrew gently haunts me because once I hit on this t-shirt/hoodie combination her vibe became EXACTLY that of the lab grad TAs I had when I was in college. 10/10 would go to her office hours, she would help me decipher weird abstruse lab report instructions with no judgement

Listen, in my heart of hearts I don’t really headcanon Arkady wearing piercings on a daily basis; she’s just too paranoid and unnecessary-risk adverse to do something that would cause danger with combat, machinery, and so on. But do they give her picrew Edgy Arkady Energy? Yes. I enjoyed the flyaway hair options in this picrew maker and am generally delighted at how Arkady came out looking like a cat you’ve just extracted from somewhere she’s not supposed to be.

Brian! Also grad school fashion, but make it tacky colors. But boring tacky colors, not interesting tacky colors. Sorry Brian, I do not picture you as as having an intriguing fashion sense. I wore the same t-shirt all weekend so I’m allowed to both project this onto you and judge you for it.

Krejjh! No purple skin option, so I pinch hit with purple hair. Not all nonbinary people have an androgynous gender presentation but I definitely think Krejjh does, so I tried to find a hairstyle that worked for this. Their jacket and Brian’s hoodie are both red because they’re spouzzes and are outfit-coordinating, obviously.

I think marina-does-things’s painting of Sana in a coral pink work smock changed me as a person because I can’t imagine anything other than pink as her signature color. I am also standing on the shoulders of giants for the sweater and overalls combination; everyone who draws Sana in coveralls/a work smock/a boiler suit but also a sweater please know that at any given moment in time I am shaking you virtually by the hand.

Park! I didn’t want to erase his disability, and I’m not sure what the art ethics are of drawing on picrews, so I picked one of the options with his eyes closed. He is in a t-shirt and ballcap because he is a deeply boring person and I think he enjoys being able to wear boring clothes that are not business casual instead of boring clothes that are business casual. And not having to be clean-shaven.

I was originally going to give the disgruntled mouth option to Sana, but I’m glad I gave it to RJ. They are a ball of pure ire and, unlike Park, you won’t be able to pry their business casual away from them with a crowbar.

#the strange case of starship iris #described #meta #my writing #kind of #i also put excessive thought into balancing frame shapes and colors #this was my weekend project because i somehow got it into my head that tscosi was coming back next monday instead of this monday #and thought i'd create something for the last week of hiatus #surprise it is an accidental end of hiatus silly project instead #tscosi

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No tricks, only treats [ONESHOT]

/ Cardan and Jude join the rest of the family to enjoy Halloween in the Mortal World.

Part of Tales from the Mortal Realm, a collection of random moments in the lives of the Queen and King of Elfhame.

"Is it strange that I find you attractive dressed as such?"

I was looking at myself in the mirror, assessing my outfit, when Cardan sneaked into the room. His training with The Ghost was paying off, he was as silent as ever.

"Strange? Yes. Surprising? No."

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"Is it strange that I find you attractive dressed as such?"

I was looking at myself in the mirror, assessing my outfit, when Cardan sneaked into the room. His training with The Ghost was paying off, he was as silent as ever.

"Strange? Yes. Surprising? No."

I saw him prowl towards me through the glass. He slid his arms around my waist, staring at me through my reflection.

Today is October 31st and Oak insisted we join him in celebrating Halloween. Of course, this means we all need costumes. I decided to go as the one character I knew more than anyone else.

Cardan.

I looked through his wardrobe for my outfit. It was quite hard to find a top that was loose enough to account for my breasts, as most of his clothes were tailored to fit him perfectly. I also found a dark blue coat, its collar covered in iridescent feathers. I gave up trying to find pants in his collection, as my hips would never fit, and just wore a pair of black leggings with black combat boots.

"What do you mean, dear Jude?"

"The only thing you love more than booze is yourself."

He raised his brows, making a show of looking offended.

"Your capacity to lie to yourself will always impress me,” he said then plucked a kiss to my temple, “I love you more than I love wine."

I don’t think I will ever get over him being caring . It felt as if he was a completely different person from the boy who would disturb lessons just to get attention.

Cardan turned me to face him, then inspected my face. “Something is missing.” He took my hand and directed me to his personal vanity. He opened the drawer and pulled out some cosmetics. He lined my eyes with kohl and coated my lashes with dark mascara. I suppressed my laugh when I saw he was so concentrated that he had stuck out his tongue. Then, he took out some glittery gold powder and applied it on my cheekbones.

He took a step back to look at his handiwork and smiled.

“And the final touch,” he said as he plucked his crown off his head and put it on my head at an angle, “Voilà!”

I looked at myself in the mirror. I did not bother with any kind of wig. I put my hair up in elaborate braids, letting a few short curls hang in a few places. Yet, even without his signature dark hair, I still looked like him. I made faces at myself in the mirror, trying to get his grin right.

Finally, I got up. “Your turn now, dearest Cardan.”

When Heather learned that Cardan would be coming too, she started suggesting outfits for him. She even went as far as drawing some of them. Something about his otherworldly looks inspired her. Maybe it's the tail, since a lot of her designs included it: a devil, sexy cat man and my personal favorite, a cute puppy.

In the end, I chose my own, petty idea. I walked in the closet and pulled out the outfit I had the servants clean for the occasion.

“A King needs his Queen,” I grinned as I revealed the Queen of Mirth dress and crown.

Cardan threw his head back laughing. “You sure know how to hold a grudge.”

Thankfully, my husband was a team player, and he went with it. Even in this, he looked strikingly handsome. Or pretty, I guess. Unfair.

We landed in Maine in the early afternoon. It was strange to be awake so early, but Cardan did not seem bothered at all. We met up with Vivi, Heather, Oak, Taryn and Garrett at the entrance to FallFest, some kind of harvest festival that was held every October in the local park. It had everything from harvest contests to food stands, a section with typical carnival games, a small hay maze and even a haunted house.

I was not surprised to see my eldest sister dressed up, she went crazy for Halloween every year. Vivienne would dress up for a week straight before Halloween, even when she still lived in Elfhame. She was wearing a tight black bodysuit with a tail and claws as well as a black leather mask with cat ears. Heather dressed up as some kind of … plant lady? She had a short bodysuit made of green ivy leaves, green stockings and a long red wig. Oak was with them, wearing a reddish pink shirt with a big yellow star on it. I can only assume they went for pop-culture references I am unfamiliar with.

The real surprise was seeing my twin Taryn and her quiet lover also dressed up.

"What are you dressed as?", Cardan inquired, cocking his head to the side, "You ought to have dressed as Jude, you have already proved to be so good at it."

I snapped my head at him and slammed my foot as hard as I could on his. He was joking, of course. But the peace between me and Taryn was still fairly new. We mostly kept to ourselves and rarely talked. Garrett was back with the Court of Shadow and we were friendly, but he kept his professional and personal lives completely separated.

Cardan was hopping on one foot, scowling at me like he did not understand why I was upset. Taryn understood, though. She was sheepishly looking at the ground.

"I… I'm sorry for tricking you, Cardan."

I tried finding something to say to end the awkwardness. I wanted Cardan to apologize for what he said, but I knew he would not. Fae don't apologize.

Thankfully, Vivi broke the silence. "C'mon guys, we're here to HAVE FUN!" she complained, "What ARE you two dressed as?"

"Phantom of the Opera." Garrett replied.

"Nerds."

"Says the one dressed up as Catwoman." Garrett mocked.

The bickering continued, though less mean-spirited than Cardan’s original comment, as we walked down the main path. Our first stop was the pumpkin carving station. Each couple got their own pumpkin to carve, though Vivi and Heather’s pumpkin was mostly Oak’s handiwork and the couple making sure he did not stab himself. Taryn and Garrett made some intricate flower design on theirs, Garrett being the one doing the carving of course. As for us, well… Cardan had creative ideas, but no skills with a blade, and my skills were more of the stabbing variety. We settled on giving our pumpkin a traditional jack-o-lantern face.

After the effort of carving pumpkins, we were starving. Oak was complaining, dragging his feet on the ground so much that Vivi and Heathers were holding both of his hands to pull him along. Behind them, I saw Taryn with her arm looped around The Ghost's.

I was suddenly very aware that Cardan and I were the only ones not holding hands.

Nobody knows us here. We needn't keep the appearance of the power couple, together to rule and nothing else.

I took my hand out of the pockets of my borrowed coat and tentatively brushed my fingers against Cardan's hand. I saw him whip his head towards me, and I blushed when I witnessed the surprise in his face. Soon enough, he smiled. One of those smiles he kept for me and only me, blissful and happy. The smile he gives me when we have the time to spend hours cuddled together in bed, enjoying each other's presence.

Cardan took my hand and squeezed. I squeezed back.

We spent the rest of the afternoon eating good food, trying to guess the weight of giant pumpkins and visiting a haunted house. Cardan was fascinated by the weird human traditions and absolutely ecstatic about the food. Pumpkin-spiced flavored food will become the new trend in Elfhame, judging by his reaction.

When the sun started to go down, Taryn and Garrett left for Madoc’s, who decided to try giving out candy to the trick-or-treaters. Heather and Vivienne had initially volunteered to take Oak trick-or-treating himself, but when one of their friends invited them to a party, we offered to take him instead. Oak was excited to spend more time with me and “Uncle Cardan”.

I had not gone trick-or-treating in...10 years? Maybe 12? Since my parents died. Cardan, obviously, had never gone. So, dressed up as each other, with Oak dressed as some cartoon character, we roamed the residential streets of the city to beg for sweets.

“If it is called ‘trick-or-treat’, does that mean I can make bargains if someone refuses to give me candy?” Cardan asked as we watched Oak go up to a house.

I gave him my best ‘I’ll-strangle-you-if-you-do’ stare. “No. No turning people into cats, no curse making them hear imaginary insects buzzing around their ears.”

“Why is it called trick-or-treat, then?”

Vivienne told me they had to explain this to Oak, too, a few weeks ago. Someone at school had mentioned being excited to go trick-or-treating and my brother had been very confused.

“I don’t know.”

Cardan hmmed and smirked, “Perhaps the Folk were involved when the holiday was first established.”

I crossed my arms.

“If that’s the case, not all traditions need to be brought back.”

He laughed at that, then reached around me and pulled me closer to him.

“You win. I won’t trick anyone,” he crooned in my ear, “but I want a kiss for being well behaved.”

I rolled my eyes dramatically. “So needy.”

Once again, I had to remind myself that nobody knows us here. Nobody recognized our costumes today: in the mortal world, dressed as each other, we were only The Guy In An Ugly Dress and Fashionable Emo Boy. Nobody knew we are King and Queen of Elfhame, therefore there are no expectations to be the hedonistic king and his murderous wife.

I slid my hand behind his neck and pulled him down. I felt him smile as I captured his lips with mine.

“Ew, gross!” Oak’s voice came from the other end of the driveway, “Stop that, come here.”

Reluctantly, we pulled away from each other and looked towards the house. Oak was in front of the opened door, talking with a couple.

“Honey, look,” the tallest woman exclaimed as we walked down the driveway, “She’s dressed as High King Cardan!”

“Oh my god,” the other one replied, sounding so very human, “that sounds kind of profane. Do you think he would have her hung for this?”

As I looked at the two women, I realized that Oak had stumbled upon the house of a Fae couple. They saw through his glamour, and he saw through theirs.

“This is my sister Jude,” Oak started, “and this is my Uncle Cardan.”

Both females had gone completely still and were staring at Cardan with wide eyes. Simultaneously, they bowed deeply.

“Forgive us, Your Majesty. We weren’t expecting you.”

“We so rarely see our kind around here,” the shorter one said nervously, “we… wanted to meet who little Oak was with.”

“We have tea, if you would like.”

I dared a glance at Cardan and noticed he seemed amused. Was he delighted to make them uncomfortable?

“That won’t be necessary,” he said as he took my hand, “My wife has us on a tight schedule, we have other houses to visit. Have a nice evening.”

I caught the emphasis on wife and realized they only recognized him as royalty. ‘ Your Majesty ’, singular. I could tell from the two females’ expressions that they also understood their mistake. I felt bad for them knowing they had no ill intent, probably unaware of the situation in Faerie. Yet, I could not help the grin that crept on my face. I worked hard to become High Queen. I fought and killed my way through the ranks, almost dying. Multiple times. I made decisions that will haunt me until the day I die. I am High Queen, and the Folk must know.

“It was nice meeting you,” I say as I take Oak’s hand, “You are welcome to visit us at the palace if you wish.”

My memories from before Faerieland were to blurry, I did not remember getting so much candy. Did Taryn and I get that much? How could we possibly have eaten all of that? Cardan and I each had a smaller bag, only accompanying Oak to some of the doors, but Oak had multiple full bags. Once he went to sleep, Oriana was more than happy to give us some. She had learned how bad candy was for children’s teeth - even little Fae kids. She filled little bags for us to take back to Elfhame.

Like anyone eating candy for the first time, Cardan went a little crazy. He wanted to try everything. Faeries might be different in a lot of ways, but I now have proof that chocolate is addictive even to them.

The High King of Elfhame ate so much candy that he fell asleep on the couch, to the former General’s dismay.

#tfota #the folk of the air #cardan #cardan greenbriar #jurdan #judecardan #jude duarte #the cruel prince #the wicked king #queen of nothing #holly black #fanfic #fluff #laequiem

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The Survey Never Lies

Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Geralt z Rivii | Geralt of Rivia/Jaskier | Dandelion Modern au, something fluffy

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Summary:

Jaskier convinces Geralt to try Speed dating. The results are not what either of them expected.

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Geralt isn’t exactly sure what possessed him to agree to this. It’d been a rough past few months, with contracts being few and far between, and when they came, they were truly the worst. To say that this dry spell had extended to other areas in his life was an understatement; even Yennefer was able to move on by now after their latest, seemingly permanent, breakup. ‘Move on’ might be an understatement- enough time had passed for Yennefer to go into full-blown party mode, get over it, begin a new and honestly adorable relationship with their mutual friend Triss, and make up with him to the point of being hostile friends again.

That is to say, it has been a long time.

With next to no money and even less company, even Geralt could admit he has been feeling down. And yet, of course, Jaskier was always there right beside him through it all. It was always that way. Which is precisely why he got himself into this mess.

Initially, when the troubadour had suggested they try speed dating, Geralt was quick to strike the idea down. He’d already gone through the pains of using that awful dating app at Jaskier’s insistence, and he wasn’t about to have a rerun of that disaster. But then, Jaskier started to frame it as if he was the one that needed a date, and Geralt accompanying him would just be a favor- just to keep him company if it was boring, and to keep him safe if things went wrong. Geralt knows that was just a ploy to make him go, but between that and big blue puppy dog eyes, he found himself reluctantly agreeing.

Jaskier did not, however, tell him how horrible it would be. ‘it won’t take long’. Bullshit. Over an hour of small talk with strangers, and Geralt feels like he wants to crawl out of his skin. The establishment isn’t the finest, either. Everything is cheap- 90s music playing on shitty speakers grate on his eardrums, dimmed florescent lighting and fake candles on every table make it feel morel like a pizza parlor than a romantic dinner. And then there’s the people.

They’ve been paired into groups based on some benign personality survey they were forced to take when they got there, then paired off for short conversations. Five-minute sessions are timed on a buzzer, each blessed ring marking the end of the conversation, and bringing with it another stranger. They’re awkward at best and insufferable at worst.

It’s Geralt’s personal nightmare incarnate.

The best conversation he’s had all night was about one woman’s five cats. The worst was probably when a man tried to lean across the table and grab at his medallion without asking and Geralt found himself releasing an inhuman snarl before he could stop himself. The poor guy ended up hiding in the bathroom for the remaining duration of their five minutes, but that’s what he gets for trying to touch people, especially a witcher, without asking.

Even the cheap beer doesn’t make it better. When the timer dings, and all the participants in the room begin to shuffle to new tables, Geralt takes a moment to look down at his glass, taking a long, long sip of tasteless beer. By the time he has glanced up again, Jaskier is seating himself across the table, wine glass in hand. The bard flashes him a toothy grin, leaning in closer, propping his elbows on the scratchy, off-white tablecloth. As per usual, his button down shirt is left undone far too low, exposing a far too distracting patch of chest hair that Geralt most certainly doesn’t stare at, nor do his eyes slowly trace up exposed skin of his collar bones and neck to the slight blush tinging his cheeks.

“So, how’s it going, my friend? Found the new Mrs. Rivia, or Mr., though, I suppose it’s not guaranteed he’d take your last name. Not that it’s guaranteed with a woman, either. You could take her name. Though, I do like yours- better than my own, actually.”

Geralt glances away, trying his best to hide his smirk at Jaskier’s prattling, “Hm.”

“Oh, come on now, use your words. We’ve talked about this. You’re not going to find someone when I’m the only person that understands your unintelligible grunting.” Jaskier chides, though it is true. Somehow, over the years since they met in that shitty bar in Pasoda, Jaskier has come to understand the witcher well- better than most. Where other humans shy away from him, Jaskier became stuck to him, following him on hunts and writing songs about their adventures- reluctant at first, he’s now thankful for the bard.

Geralt sighs “This is hopeless, Jaskier.”

“No, it’s not!”

“It is. They’re all- ugh, I don’t know.” Geralt rubs his hand over his face, “They’re all either freaked out by me or oblivious to what I am, and they just talk about their normal lives and normal jobs and- and how Geofry from accounting fucked things up again, while I’m sitting here thinking last week I was swallowed by a fuckin’ kikimora. I don’t fit in here.”

“That was horridly disgusting, but lots of people are into adventurous men. What about Eveline? She seemed amenable.” Jaskier gestures to the woman a few tables down with long red hair. Yes, she had found Geralt attractive, in dim lighting which hides his scars and expands his pupils into circles rather than slits, but that doesn’t translate to companionship, or even a night of fun. Yet, Jaskier is always the optimist, “There’s still hope yet!”

Geralt shakes his head “Easy for you to say. You don’t need to go speed dating to find someone. Everyone likes you.”

“As flattering as that is, I think, there’s nothing wrong with speed dating. Anyone who isn't interested in you is a fool. Besides, it's not always that easy for me! I’m looking for something a bit more committed this time. Not that I didn’t have great affections for my previous romances. Just…” Jaskier trails off, tongue sticking out slightly as he looks for the right terms.

“Momentarily and in measured amounts?”

“Mm,” Jaskier hums in agreement.

“Infatuation has to wear off some time.”

“So I’ve been told. Seems some hang around longer than others though,” He mutters. He casts his eyes down as if in thought, his ever-moving hands finding the rim of his wine glass, a long finger tracing it in a way that emits a high-pitched noise the musician likely isn’t even aware of. Geralt grunts, frowning slightly as he grabs Jaskier’s hand to remove it from the glass. The bard lets himself be moved easily, fingers warm and inviting under the witcher’s touch.

“Noise,” he grumbles.

Jaskier smiles apologetically, “Ah, witcher hearing. Sorry, my dear.”

His fingers tap on the tabletop, looking for something to fidget with in the wine glass’ absence. He finds the long-abandoned conversation que cards so kindly provided by the event’s organizers, as if they knew rightfully well how miserably uncomfortable this predicament would be.

“Have you looked at these at all tonight?” he asks, picking them up to glance through them.

“Tried not to. They’re deplorable.” Yet, the well-worn corners of the cards attest to how many attendees truly rely on them.

Jaskier smiles coyly “You’ve been showing people pictures of your lovely lady Roach again haven’t you?”

“Maybe” he blushes, both of them chuckling. “People like horses”

“Mm, that would only be a good pick-up tactic if she didn’t bite strangers.”

“She’s shy.” He defends, though he knows she’s not. She’s just picky; she’s never tried to bite Geralt, or Eskel or Vesemir for that matter. These days, she likes Jaskier enough to let him ride her when they visit her stables at Vesemir’s farm.

Jaskier glances to the clock, red numbers counting down the seconds until he will be subjected to yet another stranger. “We still have a bit of time, want to try these dumb questions?”

“Is silence not an option?” Geralt groans, though not without the hint of a smile on his lips.

Jaskier swats at him lightly, ignoring the comment. He flips through the cards, reading a few under his breath “What color is your personality? That’s dumb- yours is blue, obviously, and mine is yellow. Hmm, Ah, here’s one.” Geralt tilts his head, waiting “Describe your best friend.”

He can’t help but snort at that “Annoying.”

“First of all, rude. Second of all, appropriate answers could have included handsome, funny, talented, brilliant, loyal” Jaskier counts his claimed attributes on his fingers, likely to go on forever lest Geralt interrupt.

“Reckless, frivolous-” He jumps in, a teasing, toothy grin on his face.

“Fun. Fun is the term you’re looking for. It doesn’t matter though. I know you adore me.”

There’s too much truth in the words; though he wouldn’t hesitate to call Jaskier his friend -his best friend- adoration is a strong word, a word unknown to many witchers. Yet, he can’t deny the way Jaskier makes his heart fill with warmth, makes him feel alive and safe like he never has before. But that is something he’d much rather keep to himself. Geralt looks away, surely blushing as he lets a curtain of white hair falls in front of his face, hopefully hiding the pink tinge.

Jaskier watches him quietly, that soft warm expression in his eyes that somehow seems to be reserved for the witcher. A moment of silence passes before he snaps out of it, only a few seconds left on the clock “Wanna get out of here?”

At that, Geralt perks up, “I could use a real drink, but what about your search?”

“I don’t think I’ll find the one in this crowd,” he says, looking out on the group, a disappointed little pout pulling at his lips for just a moment before he turns back to Geralt, ever bright smile returning to his face.

Geralt nods, standing up and slipping on his jacket in preparation to leave. He catches Jaskier’s eyes roaming over him for a moment before the bard diverts his gaze, catching his lip between his teeth. Geralt does his best to focus on anything else. Whatever warmth or fluttering feelings it may give him, he knows he’s just imagining his friend’s interest.

They almost make it out with everyone around them shuffling to new tables. But, of course, they’re stopped by the group coordinator. They’d met him when they came in- a young man far too invested in this program, reciting his company provided lines with an unnatural enthusiasm.

“Looks like you two are having a good time. I’m glad to see some real sparks fly tonight! Sneaking off already?” the man grins, a little too much, as he wiggles his eyebrows suggestively.

“Oh, we were just-” Jaskier begins, laughing slightly under his breath.

“No, don’t tell me- for liability reasons and such. But good news!” he exclaims, “According to our survey, you two are our most compatible couple of the night, and the survey never lies!”

“Of course, we-” He’s cut off again, and next to him, Jaskier cringes.

“Which means, if you’re interested and it certainly seems like you are, you have won our luxury romance date package!”

“I think there’s been a mis- Sorry, what?” Geralt stops as the boy pushes a bright pink, sparkling gift card into his hand.

“$200.00 to the White Orchard, free drinks included and guaranteed reservations within the month. All you have to do is go together, have fun, and discover the romance of your lives!” The boy’s smile doesn’t falter as he continues to speak. “I’m legally obligated to tell you we have not run background checks on anyone.”

“But we’re-” Jaskier tries to speak, but not before Geralt can stop him.

“Excited!” Geralt grins, grabbing Jaskier’s hand, lacing their fingers together. “Thank you!”

$200 is $200. He’s not about to let the first chance he’s had at a fine dinner in who knows how long go by because of Jaskier’s big mouth. So, with that, he leads the bard outside, their hands still firmly grasped together, and pointedly doesn’t think about why his thumb is rubbing circles into the back of his best friend’s hand. Nor does he consider how well their fingers fit together. He certainly doesn’t notice the disappointed pang in his chest when their hands separate as they step out into the cold night air outside.

One glance between them and their prize, and neither of them can stifle their laughter. “I can’t believe you almost said no to the nicest restaurant in town.” Geralt chides, elbowing Jaskier lightly as they begin to walk home.

“I can’t believe it either. It’s like the offer didn’t register in my brain yet.” Jaskier chuckles.

Geralt rolls his eyes at him “Seems to happen a lot.”

Jaskier deliberately ignores him, instead leaning over his shoulder to look at the gift card, still cradled in Geralt’s hand “It is ‘luxury romance’” Jaskier snickers, “We may have to keep up this act a bit longer.

“Apparently it’s not too difficult.” Geralt sneers “Some survey. Of course, we match; we spend all our time together.”

Jaskier’s chuckles quiet down, a silence hanging between them as he seems to think it over, “I have known you longer and more deeply than any other in my life. There’s no one I’m more comfortable with.”

“And I you.” He doesn’t often admit such things, but somehow in the silence of the night, with the way Jaskier had stated it so gently, he can’t help but know he truly means it when he agrees. After the silence becomes too heavy, Geralt clears his throat “Anyways, it’ll be fun.

“Yea, fun.”

Somehow, Jaskier’s voice comes out flat, preoccupied. When Geralt glances over at him, his lip is caught between his teeth again, his face scrunched in deep contemplation. It’s not a long walk back to their apartments, their complexes within walking distance of each other. Geralt doesn’t push, silence between them doesn't normally bother him after a night of so much noise. But try as he might, he can't help but wonder if Jaskier is bothered by the implication they were- could be a couple. Instead, he tries to focus on the sounds of the city, cool air blowing around them, leaves crinkling as they skip across the cement sidewalk.

When they approach Jaskier’s apartment complex, they stop in front of the old brick stairs leading inside, and Geralt waits for either an invitation inside or a declaration that Jaskier has changed his mind about drinks. He looks… uneasy. His hands are shoved into his pockets, and he shifts back and forth on his feet.

“Um, Geralt?” Jaskier says, voice uncertain for once.

“Hm?”

“I, um,” Geralt barely has time to see Jaskier stop biting his lip before suddenly his lips are on Geralt’s, his hands in his hair, caressing, not forceful. The witcher could pull away without much of a fuss, but he finds himself pulling Jaskier in by his waist, holding him tightly as if he’s afraid he’ll lose him if he lets go.

The kiss is equal parts gentle and desperate. He feels like he’s on fire; he feels like there’s electricity running through him, between them, and- and butterflies in his stomach, for maybe the first time in his life. It’s all so new and different, but he finds he doesn’t mind- not one bit.

When Jaskier pulls away, he finds his head feeling light “Jask,” he breathes lightly, their noses bumping each other lightly.

“Sorry, I-” Jaskier moves to step back, a spark of caution and panic glimmering in his eyes, as if he hadn’t felt Geralt’s desire in their embrace. “I thought-” he begins, but Geralt pulls him back in.

“I didn’t say stop.” He smiles softly, bringing up one hand to cup Jaskier’s cheek. It relaxes the bard, all the tension melting away to be replaced by a mischievous smile as the witcher pulls him into another kiss.

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Rays of morning sun beam through the windows of Jaskier’s apartment, illuminating every inch of it. Below, the city is bustling with noise, but here, things are peaceful. Geralt woke up first, no surprise there. He would have been more than content to stay in bed all day, wrapped tightly in his lover’s embrace- the thought of that word describing Jaskier brings a smile to his face. But cursed with his witcher metabolism, he was dragged out of bed by a growling stomach.

Rummaging through Jaskier’s kitchen for breakfast, he barely notices the other man enter the room. When he turns around, Geralt is met with striking blue eyes watching him intently as Jaskier leans against the counter, dressed in his boxers and a hoodie he’d stollen from Geralt long, long ago. Geralt chooses not to dwell too much on the thought that he’s been sleeping in it all this time- for now, anyways.

“What are you so smug about?” Geralt grins, abandoning his task to invade Jaskier’s space.

The musician smiles, unabashedly staring as he runs his hands over Geralt’s exposed chest, settling above the hem of the sweat pants he snatched from Jaskier’s closet this morning, “Who wouldn’t be smug after getting a boyfriend as beautiful as you?” Even though they kissed all through the night, Jaskier’s lips on his send a shiver down his spine.

“You know what they say.” Geralt murmurs, kissing his way down to Jaskier’s neck.

As he presses dark marks into the pale skin of his throat, Jaskier only breathlessly hums in response “Hm?”

“The survey never lies.” He quotes mockingly.

Jaskier snorts, shoving at Geralt’s shoulder playfully, but the witcher doesn’t budge, only nuzzling in closer against his neck. “You’re lucky I love you.”

“Very.”

#geraskier #geralt x jaskier #geraskier fic #fanfiction #my stuff #modern au #fluff #drabble #idk how to tag things #Geralt and Jaskier go speed dating and omg who wouldve guessed their best match was each other #oh gosh please let the read more button work

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thiswasinevitableid · 4 years

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For the meet ugly prompts: #27? I feel like it has a lot of potential to be really funny for the OT4 :)

27: we have one night stands with roommates and sneak out of the house at the same time.

I interpreted “sneak out” kinda broadly. This is right on the line between SFW and NSFW: No sex, but it gets hot and heavy at the end.

Duck wakes up under moth-patterned covers, rubs his forehead as he grabs his phone from his pants on the floor. Shit, he didn’t mean to sleep this late, that could make things awkward if the guy from last night wanted him gone.

The bedroom door open and closes and Indrid, his hookup, enters in a yellow and pink bathrobe, holding a silver packet.

“Good morning.”

“Mornin’. Uh, sorry, guess I was real tired.”

“We did do rather a lot last night.” Indrid grins, sitting down on the bed next to him, “here, my roommate is making breakfast sandwiches. I had him make you one. Do not take the pack as a sign you must leave, I just asked him to wrap it in case you were in a hurry.”

“Thanks. I should be gettin goin’, Winnie’s probably missin’ breakfast.”

“One musn’t keep such a noble creature waiting.” Indrid hands him the sandwich. He’d shown the taller man photos of his cat last night both because he dotes on the flufflball and because it got Indrid to scoot closer to him.

“Yeah, she can get in a mood....uh, you seen my underwear?”

Indrid scans the room, red glasses sitting on his forehead and giving Duck a perfect look at his brown eyes.

“Ah, here we are.” He reaches under the small desk covered in art supplies, “my, those got some distance.”

“You were naked, I was in a hurry.” Duck mumbles, making Indrid bark a laugh as he brings him the rest of his clothes.

When he steps out of the bedroom, he spots a tall man with a short, coppery beard standing at the kitchen stove. That must be the roommate, but Duck’s eye is drawn to the man exiting the other bedroom. His short black hair is mussed, there’s a pillowmark beneath his high cheekbone on one side, and his dress shirt is rumpled.

The other man does not seem pleased to be seeing three people in front of him instead of one.

“Oh hey babe, you’re up.” The roommate turns, beaming, “made you breakfast, do you want some coffee? I can put it in a to-go up if, uh, if you need to leave.”

“Yes, thank you. I, um, I should be going.”

The roommate smiles, quickly puts together a sandwich and coffee cup, complete with cream and sugar. The other man sips it and sighs, “you remembered.”

“‘How do you like your coffee’ isn’t just a cheesy line for me, babe. Gotta make sure you enjoy yourself start to finish.”

“Damn, that was smooth” Duck whispers as Indrid walks him to the door.

“Agreed. Though I rather enjoyed your one about pollination last night. By far the most creative response to these I’ve received” he points to the tattooed moth just visible on his shoulder. His wide grin goes shy, “I did really have a wonderful time, Duck.”

“Me too. Lemme, uh, lemme know if you wanna meet up again?”

Indrid nods, waves goodbye as Duck heads off the porch and down onto the sidewalk. He eats as he walks, decides Indrid has good taste in roommates because that one makes a mean breakfast sandwich.

He gets to the bus stop, late September morning still crisp with the coming fall. Pulling out his phone, he discovers it’s dead. He did use it a lot last night, on their date, but only because Indrid was so clearly interested in what he had to show him. Why a guy who does tattoos for a living thinks a fella who’s a nerd for plants is interesting, Duck will never know. He’s just glad he does.

Music out of reach, he sits and listens to the cardinals and kinglets calling in the trees. Someone sits down next to him, aluminum foil reflecting the sun off their hand and into his face.

It’s the guy. The one from Indrid’s apartment.

Should Duck tell him he has a big bruise on his neck? He probably knows, right? Then again, he was in a hurry?

“Hey, uh, don’t mean to be weird or nothin’, but you got a little uh-” He taps his neck and the man whacks his hand over the mark.

“Shit”

“Someone you’re worried’ll notice?”

“What exactly are you implying?” The man glares at him, blues eyes going from charmingly flustered to suspicious in an instant.

“Nothin, just seem real worried for somethin that happens to almost everyone some time or another.”

“I like keeping my private life private. I don’t want random people knowing what I like in bed.” He snaps

“Okay, okay, jeez man, sorry I mentioned it.”

They fall silent as Duck’s bus approaches, and both stand to board it. Just his luck, this is route to the capitol square with the massive farmer’s market, so he and the mister touchy end up squished in next to each other.

Two stops in, the man murmurs, “ I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have been so rude. I’m, uh, I don’t usually do things like, well, like hooking up with someone I meet on Grindr.”

Something about the way he says it, like he’s afraid he’ll get in trouble, brushes away Duck’s annoyance.

“No shame in havin a good time with someone. Wait, shit, was it a good time? Did somethin happen?”

“Oh no, nono,” the man hurriedly shakes his head, “it was just what I needed. Barclay is a great guy. I just feel like it was too easy, that getting that lucky on my first try is a sign something will go wrong.” He gives Duck a resigned smile, “in case you havent noticed, I’m an overthinker. Are you, damn it what’s his name, Indrid’s boyfriend?”

“Nah. He comes to draw in the arboretum where I work, we been kinda flirtin the last few weeks, and yesterday I finally said fuck it and asked if he wanted to get a drink later.”

“He’s certainly...distinct looking. In a good way, I mean.”

“Yeah, he is.” Duck smiles, thoughts drifting off to the memory kissing him gently as they finally fell asleep, his face captivating in the dim of the room, “probably see him again. Assumin’ he wants to see me, I guess.”

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“I am supposed to wait until he arrives home to text him, correct?” Indrid pushes his phone as far away as possible to remove temptation.

“Maybe? I dunno man, all those rules about texting and shit are designed to sell books and bad youtube channels.”

“But I don’t want to come off as possessive or clingy.”

“Believe me bud, I know.” Barclay turns his phone around so Indrid can see the two lines sitting in the “draft” section, “I’ve been writing and re-writing this for five minutes because I want Joseph to know I’d for sure be down to see him again but there’s no pressure.” He sets Indrid’s refilled coffee down on the table. They trade a look, then burst out laughing.

“Fuck, guess we both had a good time last night huh?”

“Very. Duck remains as wonderful as I hoped and I have not enjoyed sex that much since, hmmm, well, since the last time you and I were together.”

“That poor desk.”

“May it rest in peace.” Indrid sips from his mug, “Joseph is quite charming. You have excellent taste in men.”

“That a compliment to him or to you?” Barclay fluffs Indrid’s hair as he passes by him.

“Mostly him.”

“Don’t sell yourself short, little moth.” A kiss on the head this time before Barclay heads to the shower. Indrid gets his sketchbook, turns on some mindless cooking show and settles on the couch.

Eventually Barclay calls from his room, “Indrid? Been about forty-five minutes, bet he’s home by now.”

Indrid springs up, grinning, and grabs his phone.

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Duck was out downtown when the rain started, which is why he’s now hunkered down in the cafe by the capitol in hopes of waiting out the storm. He’s not the only one with this idea, and he’s made sure to make the chair across from him obviously empty in case someone needs a spot.

“Hello again. Do you mind?” It’s the blued-eyed guy again, dressed for work in a suit and dress shoes. Duck hasn’t seen him since that first morning, in spite of going back to Indrid’s place multiple times over the last three weeks.

“Go for it.” Duck scoots his coffee to the side so the man can set his mug down. He pulls out his phone, but can’t quite focus; he keeps wanting to look across the table.

“How are things going with Indrid?”

“Real good--wait, how did you know he an I were still-”

“Barclay’s mentioned you once or twice. And your name is pretty memorable.”

‘It’s a nickname.”

“That makes a bit more sense. Mines on the other end of things; there are a lot of Josephs in the world.” He sips his cinnamon-scented drink, sets it down again, “so, what do you do?”

“I’m a ranger over in the arboretum. You?”

“I work for an organization that checks up on businesses to be sure they’re meeting worker health and safety laws.”

Duck watches the rain out the windows, wondering if Joseph wants to keep talking or is just being polite.

“Can I ask you something?”

“Shoot.”

“Did Indrid tell you about him and Barclay?”

“Yeah, ‘bout a week ago. He said he was hopin’ he and I could get more serious, but that he wanted me to know the two of them had a sorta, uh, fuckbuddies thing goin’ so I could make an informed choice.”

“That’s more or less where Barclay and I are at. Um, how do you feel about it?”

“I’m okay with it. I ain’t interested in anyone else right now, but when I thought about it, Indrid havin a thing with Barclay ain’t stopped him from bein’ amazin’ to me and I’m fallin’ hard for him. I don’t feel like some kind of side piece or whatever. I just feel like I’m headin for somethin good with a guy who has a casual partner. Did it bug you?”

“No” Joseph shakes his head, “which confuses me. I, um, I have trouble releasing control in much of my life. I assumed it would freak me out to learn I wasn’t the only partner in someone’s life. But when Barclay told me it didn’t really bother me. He even offered to talk to Indrid about being only friends if that was what I needed. It’s been awhile since someone was so quick to think about my wants and feelings when dropping unexpected news on me. Plus, I’ve spent a little time with Indrid when we’ve been over there, and I like him. He clearly cares about Barclay, just like I do, and in some way that makes me happy. Is that weird?”

“Not really an expert on weird. But I think you’re overthinkin’ things again.”

A small laugh, “True. Help me think about something else. Tell me...tell me what your favorite part of work is.”

Duck’s surprised at the interest, but gets glimpse of pleading hope, og someone a little hungrier for connection than he’s letting on, and finds no desire to refuse.

“Prairie restoration, it’s fascinatin….”

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Duck’s not surprised to see Joe’s name come up on screen; the two of them have been hanging out more, both as friends and on double dates with Barclay and Indrid. He’s learned that his friend is a stealth-nerd beneath his professional veneer, that he likes game nights as much as Duck does, and that he makes a certain sound when he cums (that last one he learned on accident; he was snuggled up with an under-the-weather Indrid in the living room when Joe and Barclay got home from a date).

Joe: Are you busy tonight?

Duck: Nope.

Joe: Do you want to go to the “Adult Swim” at the children’s science museum? I got tickets a week ago, but Barclay got called in to work tonight.

Duck: Sure, sounds lie a good time.

Joe: See you at the museum at 7?

Duck replies in the affirmative, goes to pick out something less grubby than his crossfit clothes to wear. Maybe the short-sleeve button up with the whales; Joe mentioned he like it.

His phone buzzes.

Sugar: Busy tonight?

Duck: Yeah, going to the museum with Joe since Barclay has to work.

He realizes how this might sound, begins rapidly typing several explanations or offers to not if Indrid doesn’t want him too, but his boyfriend beats him to it.

Sugar: Oh yes, I remember him mentioning that. Good, I’m glad the tickets won’t go to waste. Have fun, my sweet, please take picture of any interesting bugs for me if there is an entomology section <3

Duck: Will do, sugar.

He signs with a kissy face, gets two black hearts and a kissy face back.

The Adult Swim is wonderful; the museum is artfully lit, there’s snacks everywhere, and even a fancy cocktail included with admission. He and Joe clink glasses, wander through the exhibits, laughing and playing with the interactive exhibits. There are no bugs, but Duck takes pictures of the light exhibit, which feature interesting color patterns he might like for tattoo inspiration.

They’ve just finished fucking around in the paleontology exhibit, and Joe is looking through a viewfinder that shows him how a triceratops saw the world. Duck sneaks up behind him, growls in his ear, “didn’t spot the t-rex in time.”

“If you plan on eating me, we should at least head into the bathroom.” Joe winks as he turns, heading out onto the balcony to look out on the city. Duck knows that if he follows him out there right now, he’ll kiss him.

“Be right out, gonna go grab some more of those mini-pies.”

Joe nods to show he heard him as he pushes open the door. Duck hopes he doesn’t see him take several deep breaths to get his imagination under control before he goes off in search of an edible distraction.

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“Doors open!”

“Oh, hey man, Indrid home yet?”

“No, it’s Thursday the 12th, so the studio is prepping like crazy for tomorrow.”

“Shit, that’s right.”

“Cookie? I just made them.”

“Thanks--holy shit that’s good.”

“Thanks, I’ve been trying to nail the chocolate chip and potatoe chip recipe.”

“Think you might--aw fuck, ‘Drid just texted, he’s gonna be another hour.”

“You can chill here if you want. Uh, I’ve got Super-Smash Bros, if you wanna play.”

“Aw hell yeah.”

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“Good morning, Joseph.”

“Gahoh, hi Indrid. I’ll be out of your way in a few minutes.”

“There’s no rush. I certainly don’t mind your company. I believe there are left over cinnamon rolls in the fridge, if you would like.”

Joseph gathers a coffee cup and a roll on a plate, sits down on the couch, and finds his pocket buzzing.

“Here” Indrid takes the plate.

“Thank you. Looks like it’s my sister...oh, she got a new dog, do you want..” He stops as Indrid holds out a piece of the cinnamon roll on the fork. Hesitates, then opens his mouth and lets Indrid feed him. He starts showing him pictures as he does, Indrid commenting and laughing and, every so often, murmuring, “good boy” when he takes a bite.

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“Ohfuck, shit, sorry!” Duck covers his eyes as Indrid quickly closes the front door.

“Nono, fuck, sorry, that’s on us, thought you guys weren’t home until later.” Barclay’s apology is underscored by the sound of a zipper closing.

“It’s quite alright, no harm done, Joseph you look very nice like that, carry on.” Indrid pulls Duck into his room, both of them snickering and blushing as Duck pushes him down onto the bed.

“My my, someone’s wound up.”

“Makes two of us.” Duck grinds down on him, Indrid gasping and grinning as he arches his back.

“Indeed. Now get that handsome face down here. I have some things I wish to do to it.”

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The giant stop motion monster continues rampaging on the screen as Duck loops his arm over Indrid’s shoulder. The first snowstorm of the year has come early, so they opted to switch their double date to a monster movie double feature (curated by Joe) in the apartment. Beneath their shared blanket, Indrid’s hand strokes his belly, skating down to the front of his jeans in teasing bursts.

On the other side of the couch, Barclay has started kissing Joe’s cheek, the blue-eyed man sighing and turning to kiss him back.

This is not a new situation for them. The last few weeks they’ve gotten more comfortable cuddling and making out in the same space as each other. Duck’s not complaining; hearing both Indrid and Joe gasping and sighing near him makes him hotter than a July afternoon.

Indrid bumps his cheek with his nose, and Duck turns for a kiss. He gets one, but he also gets a firmer stroke down his cock, making him moan. Indrid smirks into the kiss, does it again, then a third time, Duck gripping the front of his white tank top with a groan.

“Maybe we, uh, should dip out on the movie.” He murmurs.

“We can” Indrid purrs, kissing him again, “but Joseph seems to be enjoying the show.”

Duck whips his head around; Joe is looking at the two of them as he leans against Barclay’s chest, between his legs, expression moving from desire to surprise to hope over and over again. Barclay, unbothered, continues kissing his neck and murmuring in his ear, the blush on his cheeks rising each time the larger man does so.

“Or perhaps he’s envious?” Indrid cocks his head, “would you like your hand to be here instead of mine, Joseph?”

Joe’s normal eloquence is nowhere to be found, his eyes flicking between the three other men so quickly Duck worries he’ll sprain something.

“I asked you a question, pet.” Indrid sharpens his tone on the last word and Joe whimpers. Duck has zero interest in Indrid ever calling him that name; but hearing it in his lilting, gently demanding tone directed at Joe sends desire zinging through him.

“C’mon, babe, be a good boy and answer.” Barclay nips his boyfriend’s ear.

“Yes. Or, or, more accurately, I’d trade places with either of you. If that’s, would it be, do either of you?” He looks back at Barclay, who smiles tenderly and runs a thumb up his cheek.

“Okay with me if it’s okay with them.”

“Do you want it as well, my sweet?” Indrid tilts up his glasses so he can look Duck in the eye. The affection in those brown eyes makes the T.V, the moon, the stars look dim.

“Hell yeah.”

Indrid crooks his finger and Joe clambers the short distance on the couch to kneel by Duck.

“How shouldMMmmmmm!”

Duck gets a whiff of aftershave as Indrid yanks Joe forward by his shirt, kissing him and squishing Duck between them. The angle is awful but he doesn’t give fuck, buries his face into Joe’s neck, kissing the point where he feels his pulse moving like mothwings, mouthing and nipping at the skin as he slides one hand up the front of his shirt and the other down the back of his pants. When he squeezes his ass Joe squeaks and Indrid breaks the kissing, laughing.

“I didn’t know you had such noises in you, pet. It’s quite endearing.”

“Indrid, Duck, please, I want, I want to, oh fuck it.” He pulls back just enough to not jab his knee into Duck’s belly as he falls on him, kissing him so hard and so long Duck’s chest tightens and his vision narrows. The taller pulls away long enough to breathily moan his name before feasting on his mouth again.

“Yes, he does elicit such feelings, oh, hello.” Indrid giggles, and Duck can just see that Barclay is now on the floor, kneeling before the pale-haired man, kissing the skin exposed by his shirt before rubbing his beard across it, making Indrid laugh harder.

“Can’t let you have all the fun, little moth.” Barclay rumbles

“I can think of many things you can let me haveAH, oh, oh goodness, I forgot how much you like to bite.”

Barclay growls, reminding Duck of something important. He pushes Joe backwards, clambering atop him and pulling his shirt up as he does, stuffing the hem of it between those perfect lips.

“Christ lookit you” he runs his palms up Joe’s body, the man arching and writhing beneath him, “you look like a goddamn fuckin centerfold, you’re so fuckin perfect.”

Joe’s moan is loud even through the shirt, and much needier than before. He grins, crawling onto him , “guess I ain’t the only one who likes praise in bed.”

Joe shakes his head, whining eagerly through the make-shift gag. Duck growls again, attacks his chest with bites, leaving an especially hard one when Indrid grabs his ass without warning.

While Joe clearly enjoys the increase in pain, his responding thrash is sudden enough to send him and Duck rolling off the couch in a jumble. Someone’s foot catches Barclay in the shoulder, knocking him back onto the rug.

“Whoops.” Duck says to the ceiling, laugh bubbling up from his chest and bounding about the room.

“Sorry.” Joe says to the floor, chuckling as he sits up.

“That was very graceful.” Indrid teases from his spot on the couch, only for Barclay to rear up and pull him down on top of him, the thinner man squawking indignantly. As they all disentangle and sit up, Duck looks around their little circle of flushed skin and mussed clothes.

“So, uh, that happened.”

“Indeed.” Indrid scoots next to him, resting his head on his shoulder.

“Is everyone, like, okay that it did? I mean, we seemed okay and said yes and shit but is okay in like a bigger sense?” Barclay holds out his hand and Joe takes it.

“Yeah.”

“Yes.”

“Yep.”

“Do we, uh, wanna talk about what this is gonna look like?”

They all nod, and spend the next two hours hashing out the details of their newly forming polycule. Duck and Barclay agree they’d rather be metamours, everyone else will be partners, and that everyone should probably get some sleep before diving into the do’s and don’ts of what they each want from sex.

Barclay and Indrid build a makeshift bed on the floor by the T.V, Joe and Duck on the inside with Barclay and Indrid on the outside.

Duck drifts off to sleep with his head on Joe’s chest and Indrid’s arms around him. He knows they still have things to work out, that there will be hiccups. But for now, he’s happy to lay here, safe and loved, with his boyfriends.

#indrid cold/duck newton #indruck #OT4: Government Men and Their Cryptid Boyfriends #agent stern/barclay/indrid cold/Duck newton #agent stern/barclay #sternclay #agent stern/duck newton #Indrid cold/Barclay #meet ugly

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hallofwisps · 5 years

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Bite of the Frost Fae

Chapter One: Sailing at Night

ao3 link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/17652593

There's something different about sailing at night. Not necessarily bad, but definitely different. More quiet, and obviously more dark, with chilled wind and the rock of the waves that you can barely see.

Mathias pulled his hat down more to cover his ears. Trying to protect them from the cold snow that started falling. The rest of the crew had already gone inside, but Mathias wasn't quite ready to head in. Instead, leaning over the rail and looking out over the waves.

The lights from the boat cast a yellow glow on their path. The light that convinced Mathias that the glowing swirls of snowflakes in the distance were a trick of the light. Though the longer he stared the more perplexed he became. The flakes swirled and congregated just out of reach of the boat.

"Must be the wind..." He murmured, ignoring the fact that the wind he could feel, wasn't that strong and wasn't disturbing the snow around him, in the way the swirling flakes ahead were. Mathias suddenly stood straight and rubbed his eyes. Atop the water and in the snow, there were figures. Dancing and laughing. The man could just barely make out their shape and sound.

"Maybe too much to drink..?" He started to step back, chills running down his spine. This time not from the cold. "It's time to get to bed with the others anyways... I just need sleep." He continued to stare out at the dancing figures that never seemed to get any closer.

After hesitating for a moment, Mathias stepped back to the rail for a better look. He leaned forward, gripping the rail as tight as he could, but despite that, he still slipped on the slick floor; grunting as his stomach hit the bar and flipped him over the edge and down. He braced himself to fall into the icy water, more focused on catching a breath first, rather than yelling for help. Except, instead of splashing into black waves, he gasped and wheezed from hitting a flat sheet of ice, definitely bruising most of his body. After catching his breath, he looked up in time to see his boat passing through the ice as if it was just mist.

"What the fuck... What the fuuuck.." He stated, rather than asked softly.

"That's impossible- this is impossible," he whispered to himself as he shakily stood, groaning slightly as his body moved. The ice was as solid as actual ground, yet it appeared to not exist when the boat touched it. Mathias pulled at his hat, watching in bafflement and shock. Finally, it settled in that the boat was leaving without him.

"Hey! Wait!" He ran to catch up and ignored the ache in his body, still not fully comprehending what was happening. "Stop the boat!" His lungs started to burn, he undoubtedly needed to stop smoking. The Dane had completely forgotten about the people he had seen on the surface until he slipped on a wet patch. Sliding across the frozen sea, wincing at the scrapes and bruises he received, his skin starting to burn from the temperatures. Shivering and teeth chattering, Mathias propped himself on his hands and knees and looked up again. Chest filling with a sense of wonder and fear from what was before him.

Men and women of all races and shapes were dancing and laughing, a mystic and indescribable type of beauty to them and their dance. Almost as if floating and gliding over the ice. Their clothing mixed between modern and early Victorian in vibrant shades of blues, purples, and whites, occasionally a shade of green. Any pain and problems Mathias had were forgotten as he sat back on his feet, watching them in sheer bewilderment. The way the snowflakes twisted around them as if guiding their dance simply entranced him. None of them seemed to notice his presence, barely sparing him a glance as their dancing and conversations started to pull them further away.

Mathias didn't know how long he had been watching them until a man stopped in front of him. He was gorgeous to put it simply. The sailor's breath seemed to catch in his throat as the man crouched in front of him.

"Oh, you poor thing..." His eyes were not only indigo but seemed to glow softly. "You'll freeze to death down here..."

He gently caressed Mathias' cheek. Mathias subconsciously leaned into the touch, despite the porcelain hand being just as cold as the ice.

"What is your name..?" His thumb brushed over the Dane's lower lip.

"M-Mathias..." If his skin wasn't numb, he probably would've blushed. Mathias watched the other's thin pink lips upturn in a small smile.

"A lovely name... Come along, I'll help you to your boat." Taking Mathias' hand, he helped him up. Mathias stood just two inches taller than him, and now that they were standing he could get a good look at him. The mysterious man wore a form-fitting tailcoat of the lightest shade of blue, while his undershirt was a simple white button-up. Along with white trousers and boots.

The taller had to restrain from reaching to stroke the silky blonde hair that hung by the other's eye. The rest clipped back with a silver cross. All he could do was follow, gripping his hand tight. They walked past the other fair beings, seeming to move quickly. Though it felt like normal walking to Mathias. Once they were at the front of the boat, the stranger took both of his hands. Snow swirling around them, carefully lifting the two up. Gasping, Mathias watched in amazement before carefully stepping over the rail.

"No more falling off boats, alright?" His voice was deep but soft and soothing.

"You could almost say I was falling for you," Mathias said without thinking. The other laughed quietly, covering his mouth with his hand.

"It was wonderful meeting you Mathias..." The snow started to lower him.

"Wait I didn't learn your name-"

"Goodbye, Mathias." Mathias could only watch as the ship continued to move. The sheet of ice with the dancers and beautiful stranger, drifting away from the left of the boat. It was only when he could no longer see their lights, did Mathias get fully hit with the cold. At first, starting to feel overwhelmingly hot before he passed out on the deck...

When he awoke again, he was in bed being fussed over by a short Finnish woman. Scolding him frantically.

"Oh good, you're awake! Now you can actually hear my lectures- you absolute idiot, we told you to come in that it was way too cold, but noo-" she was cut off by his groan.

"Tuuli, please... I feel awful.." Her lecturing stopped and she sighed.

"You're terribly sick... "

"Need a cigarette..." He pulled the blanket over his head.

"That's the last thing you need- you've been hacking up a storm all night," Tuuli sighed and pulled the blanket over him more. "Get some more rest, I'll be back in with lunch soon."

Mathias responded with another groan, burying his head more. He barely remembered anything that happened last night. Vaguely remembering lights and cold. And strangely enough, a dream about fancy clothing. His head was pounding, and his skin was still sensitive and dry. Just as he was starting to fall back into a restless sleep, the loud horns and bells of other boats caused him to jolt. Whining more, he finally sat up. Sniffling and groaning.

"How does it feel to be back in your home country?" Tuuli asked, setting some broth on the stand next to his cot.

"Awful.." Mathias pouted, shakily lifting the bowl and starting to drink.

"Poor baby," she teased. "After you finish eating I have some medicine, then I'll help you home." She laid out some clean clothes for him, humming a tune to herself. "Just so you know. If you weren't sick I wouldn't be doing this."

Huffing, Mathias rolled his eyes. "Thaaank you Tuuli. You're a wonderful friend."

"Damn right I am." She forced a spoonful of medicine into the Dane's mouth. Causing him to gag and cough, but he swallowed. Having trouble standing, he removed his shirt as Tuuli grabbed his empty bowl and left the room.

Mathias sighed and changed into new clothing, using multiple things to prop himself. Feeling woozy and nauseated. The swaying of the boat didn't exactly help either. Using the wall, he guided himself out of the room and up on deck. Everyone had already left except Tuuli, who was waiting for him.

The Finnish woman hooked their arms so she could carefully guide him to the bus. It was a short eight-minute ride to a neighborhood near the Dane's. Just one block to walk before he was fishing out his keys and opening the door.

"Do you want me to stay and take care of you while you're sick?" Tuuli asked, setting his bags down that she had carried for him.

"No. It's alright... I'll call you if I need anything," Mathias responded.

"Okay, well I'm heading home then. Don't forget to call your cat sitter to bring home Catthew." She giggled a bit. "Still can't believe you named him that." She said her goodbyes, waving and left.

Mathias sighed, falling onto his beaten down and old grey couch. It wasn't long before he was drifting into sleep again. His head being filled with dreams of beautiful people and snow...

#DenNor #hetalia #aph dennor #APH Denmark #APH Norway #APH Finland #nyotalia #nyo finland #fanfic #Axis Powers Hetalia #fae au

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cupidmarwani-archive · 5 years

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Come Into the Water (2/15)

When Sarah wakes up, her whole body aches, just as she expected, and the light coming through the cracks in the blinds tells her that it must be mid-morning. The light is still coming in through the eastern kitchen window stronger than that of the slider on the west, and has a tilted slant to the way it fades into her tiles. She should really unpack her few belongings, she thinks, but instead lays on the floor for a while longer, simply watching the dust drift in the sunbeams.

Once she finally gets to her feet, she decides to go see the neighbor, Maggie. She’s supposed to be making friends and not isolating, after all, and if she hasn’t talked to anyone by her appointment tomorrow, her therapist will be mad at her. Not really, but it’ll feel like she’s mad at her, and Sarah hates that. She stumbles on creaky muscles and pincushion legs to the bathroom to pick up yesterday’s clothes instead of trying to unpack anything new. That’s too much for her right now. Sarah pulls on the sweatpants and tank top, kicks at her dirty bandage with a distasteful expression. She should get a trash can at some point, probably. And a toothbrush. She runs her tongue along her teeth and winces, knowing her breath can’t be great. But if she goes to the store, she won’t have the energy to visit the neighbors, and visiting them is probably what her therapist wants her to do. So she should probably avoid breathing too closely to any of them, she thinks as she searches for her shoes and shoves her feet into them. Broken glass is a bitch, and even if she hasn’t seen it here like she did in Chicago, she doesn’t want to take the chance.

Just like Maggie said, she goes to the house on the left. Unlike her own, with a pale blue exterior in need of a power washing, Maggie’s house is a soft cotton candy pink with white trimming and a quaintly sloped roof. All the windows are open, filling the air with the scent of fresh cut fruit and maple syrup, helped along on the sound of off-key singing in nonsense baby talk. It doesn’t sound like Maggie, so it must be her wife. Sarah likes the sound of that phrase- her wife. She could get used to a pair of words like that. Paint them across her bedroom wall and stitch it onto embroidered pillows. It would be a good excuse to learn embroidery.

She almost doesn’t knock on the front door. Her hand moves without permission, though, drawn into the feeling of home that clouds the front step and the little herb garden beneath one of the windows and the toys clumped in one corner of the yard. The wood is solid, real beneath her fist when she knocks.

“One minute!”

The singing stops, and in the time between knocking and the door opening, Sarah thinks long and hard about just going back home. It’d be easier, for one thing. But she should do this, no matter how hard. Right as the doorknob twists, she slaps her hand over her forearm protectively. She should’ve put on a jacket, or a long sleeved shirt.

Maggie’s wife already has a smile on her face when she opens the door, dressed comfortably in pajama pants and a loose tee shirt, a towel thrown over her shoulder, and caramel hair tied out of her face. She’s pretty the way millenium old forests are pretty. There are kind lines by her eyes, freckles where her skin is bare, and a golden eight-pointed star resting between her collarbones. She looks happy. She looks like what Sarah wants to be.

“You must be Sarah! Maggie told me you might come by,” she says, and steps out of the doorway to gesture inwards. “I’m Olivia, and this-” she points at a high chair containing a strawberry-stained toddler as Sarah comes in, “-is our son Noah.”

“Hi, Noah.”

Olivia walks back to the kitchen, in the same place as Sarah’s but much more homely, with a fruit basket on the breakfast bar, food in the middle of being prepared, and a few scribbled drawings pinned to the fridge by brightly colored magnets. Her sock-covered feet slide a little but she doesn’t slip.

“Sit down, I’ll get you a plate.”

“I don’t need-”

One of Olivia’s hands wave dismissively and she grabs two pancakes from a stack next to the fruit, depositing them on a little blue plate and setting it in front of Sarah, followed by a fork and a container of maple syrup. Noah decides at that moment to make an unhappy sound, kick his feet, and point at Sarah’s pancakes.

“You already had yours, sweet boy. Coffee?”

“That sounds nice, thank you.”

“Cream or sugar?”

“No thanks.”

A steaming mug, chipped along the rim, settles in front of Sarah in the blink of an eye. She lets herself just smell it, clear her of everything else for a moment before she thinks about eating the admittedly fluffy pancakes in front of her. Everything smells good in here. The air is warmer. There’s chaos, but it’s a good kind of chaos that she wishes she could cultivate for herself someday. As she watches and stabs at her breakfast half-heartedly, Olivia finishes cutting fruit and dumps some onto Noah’s highchair tray, some into a tupperware container, and some into a bowl which she leaves within Sarah’s reach in a silent but much appreciated gesture.

Then she takes a seat herself and uses her fork to tear into a pancake. “You just moved in yesterday?”

“Yeah, from uh, from Chicago.”

It’s not a lie, but it’s not the whole truth, either.

“Mmm. Long way to come but I get it. It’s peaceful here,” Olivia muses. She has a little smile on her face. “Mag’s from Chicago, I’m from New York. She came for a conference I spoke at, and we hit it off. The rest is history.”

“Nnnn,” Noah adds, pointing at Sarah’s food again and making a whiny sound.

Sarah gives him a small piece to placate him, and when he smiles, she can’t help smiling back. He’s a happy looking kid. She doesn’t remember if she was, and no one has ever told her.

“If you need help unpacking or getting essentials, need to find anything in town, or just want a friend, we’ve got you. At least one of us is usually home, and I can give you our numbers, if you want them. I know how lonely a new place can feel.”

“Thanks, I… I really appreciate that.”

Olivia just smiles at her, and a moment later, stands upright in a bit of a rush like she’s forgotten something. She dashes from the room, leaving Sarah alone with Noah, who holds a hand out for another piece of pancake she can’t resist giving him. She probably shouldn’t feed someone else’s baby, but it makes him happy. Children- babies- are so simple. Little things bring them so much joy. They don’t know what anything except happiness feels like.

The loud thunk of books on the counter stirs Sarah from her thoughts and gets her focus on the three thick spines in front of her. One is an encyclopedia of some sort, one is on the types of fish off the Northern California coast, and the third just has little shells hot glued to the spine instead of a title.

“I think you’d like these.” Olivia traces her fingers over the cover of the top book. “Just for looking at, if you want. You can take them home with you, or leave them here and come see whenever you want- I wouldn’t mind the company. It’s a good way to get acquainted with the area.”

Sarah takes the encyclopedia- old with yellowing pages, a white crease in the spine and smudges to the lettering of the front cover, clearly loved- and realizes it’s about urban legends. A bright pink sticky note emerges from the center, new and unworn. It must’ve been placed there recently.

“That’s the part that I think is most relevant for this town is marked. The fish book is just- it’s just a good look through. And the album is uh, it’s sentimental. So be gentle with it.”

“I will. I promise.”

The smile Olivia gives her is blinding. Pure joy, excitement. It’s not like the way he smiled at Sarah before his hand cupped the back of her neck, but rather that of someone who has nothing but love to give. For the first time in a while, Sarah is almost excited. She wants to look at these books. She wants to connect.

“You’re welcome to hang around a bit if you want. I’ll just be hanging around the house for a bit, but I’ve got a study at four- Maggie should be home by then. We’re gonna eat at around eight, if you wanna join us.”

“Thanks but I think-” she thinks it’s too much in one day. Too much energy she doesn’t have. “I think I better head home for a bit. I’ll see you later?”

“Of course.”

Olivia hugs her briefly but tightly, and wishes her a good day as Sarah carries the three books back home and sets them on the floor next to her towel. The couch is uncomfortable. Wrong. Not hers. She opens the encyclopedia first, turning to the marked section, and just stares at it for a good ten minutes. There’s a lot of text, small and dense and too much for her to process, but the picture included is mesmerizing. It’s of a woman with dark grey skin and long black hair, her lips pouting and eyes slitted like a cat’s. But it’s not a woman. It’s a mermaid, her torso melting into scales that look to have been hand painted into the book but obviously haven’t been.

“Mermaids,” she tells the book.

The book says nothing back.

She doesn’t have it in her to read and sets aside the encyclopedia, skips over the fish book, and opens the album. In glittery capital letters, it reads “AVA” on the first page above a picture of a much younger Olivia sitting in the shallows of the ocean with a blonde little girl, smiling with gap teeth at something just above the camera. Maggie probably took the photo. Sarah slips her fingers beneath the page and turns it to reveal more photos, tucked into the stiff plastic sleeves. They’re all of the same little girl, but it becomes quickly apparent that she isn’t a little girl. Where she should have legs, her waist lengthens and trails into bright blue and gold scales. Most of the photos are similar; the girl- Ava, if Sarah had to guess- frolics in the waves, often with Olivia and/or Maggie. There’s an image of her presenting cupped hands full of pearls to the camera with an innocent smile. As the photos go on, she gets older. The photos seem to have more time between them.

Three quarters of the way through the album, there are no more photos, and the last one is dated two years ago. Ava looks to be in her early twenties, smiling and holding little black picture- an ultrasound. Sarah reads the caption on the back of the photo.

"Baby brother on the way!"

After that, nothing.

Sarah finds herself looking at the picture a bit longer, studying Ava's face. She's really pretty, with a stunning, genuine smile and wavy blonde hair and bright blue eyes like the ocean. Her tan skin is dotted with moles, but instead of studying it, she slams the album shut. She's not supposed to look at women like that, naked women like that.

But then two words come back to her like a gift from God. Her wife. Maybe it's something she's allowed to have. Maybe. Sarah isn't ready to think about it either way and crawls over to the couch. It'll be more comfortable than the floor, she thinks, as she imagines what it might be like to meet Ava. Does she smile as much in real life? Is she more solemn? What does her laugh sound like? The photos stick to her memory even though she shouldn't think about them.

#reesker #ciw #fic #mine

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cheerioss · 5 years

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VI: Cross the Ladybug's Path

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chap V

chap VII

soooo i originally would have put this up earlier but have a bunch of wips and life stuff and procastination kicked in oops :>

anywayy i was gonna stop at 10 but now im not really sure how many more chapters im gonna do cuz idk where the story's gonna go after this but i hope u enjoy this longer chapter!!

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Marinette walked into the garden, relief flooding through her. She didn't want a repeat of last time. As she ventured further into the trees, she heard a flowing melody. Her feet followed it, as if she was walking into a siren's trap.

She saw the fluffy hair first. The mysterious man was a little hunched over and seemed to not have noticed her, too immersed in the beautiful notes he was producing on his guitar. She could only see his back, and she couldn't help but admire the beautiful fabric of the outfit he was wearing. All too soon, the music stopped when she stepped on a branch, breaking it. Good job Marinette, you've just scared him!

He looked up behind him and she was startled but his ocean blue eyes. He had on a smart vest over a dress shirt and a matching tie, paired up with matching slacks. There's an edge to his outfit though, going for earrings and rings along with black nail poilsh. It was pretty daring, as it was sort of frowned upon some of the upper class, but it worked out. He's got style. His peach pink lips pulled up into a smirk, and those eyes held amusement and mirth. He stood up and oh, he was tall.

"Good afternoon ! May I know the name of such a beautiful maiden such as yourself?"

He bowed a little, placing a feather light kiss on her knuckles. It reminded Marinette so much of Adrien. Her heart hurt a little.

"Ma-ma-Marinette!"

"Well it is an honour to meet you, Ma-ma-Marinette! I'm Luka." His smirk disappeared though, when he saw the maiden in front of him practically deflate at the teasing.

"I'm sorry Marinette, I didn't mean to make you upset. Here, take a seat," he gestured to the fountain edge, the spot next to his original one. Marinette politely accepted and carefully lowered herself onto the edge. He started playing a peaceful tune, so soothing it could lull one to sleep.

"Wow Luka, that was beautiful! How did you come up with this in just a few seconds?"

"I just played what was in your heart Marinette. That was your heart song."

"Wow, I bet you are a fan of the great Jagged Stone!"

"How did you know?"

"Well, with music like that, and your unique not-our-time sense of style, I just came to the conclusion. Glad to hear I'm right."

Luka chuckled, "Well, I'd say we're made for each other." A blush surfaced onto her cheeks, causing his smile to grow.

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Luka and Marinette started talking, both forgetting about their jobs for the moment. Marinette realised they had a lot in common, right down to their favourite literature. Marinette felt like she could be herself with him, and let loose faster than when she was with Adrien.

"The royal family hired me to play music during the wedding. So I'm here for some inspirations."

"Wait, aren't you Luka Couffaine? As in Juleka's musician brother?"

"Yes. You've heard of me?"

"Juleka is one of my good friends and she was always talking about how she missed you. I can definitely see some resemblances."

"Wow, this is a small world."

They then proceeded to talk about their processes on they part of the wedding preparations. This proved beneficial, as both were able to brainstorm and try to think up ways to have the music complement the outfits and their wearers.

"Oh, and between you and me, Chloe's heart song isn't exactly... melodious. Trust me, I've tried."

They shared a chuckle, and they continued working, keeping quiet company. Occasionally, they asked each other for opinions, though they just sang praises instead of giving feedback really.

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"Adrikins! I just had the best. idea. EVER! We could have a yellow carpet instead of the usual red. After all, yellow is a wonderful color, don't you think?"

Adrien tried not to grimace at the thought. Red would be better though, he mused, obviously failing to place a certain ladybug at the back of his mind. He had been trying to hold it in, but the cat in him simply raged at the prospect of someone else being with her, even though he knew he had no right to be possessive.

He was really dreading the day he would get married. Wished he had revealed his identity during the ball, maybe he would have gotten her name and he would marry her instead.

#seamstress au #seamstress!marinette #ml #mlb #miraculous ladybug #miraculous #miraculous fanfic #miraculoustalesofladybugandcatnoir

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unholyhelbig · 5 years

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Prompt: Chloe is a tattoo artist and Beca is the new owner of the flower shop next door. After an unexpected friendship between the two and both being interested for something more, Chloe couldn’t help but notice the purple hyancith tattoo Beca has. Not knowing the language of flowers, Chloe decides to ask Beca.

[A/N: Right, so maybe I’m totally thinking about making this into a real multi-chapter thing. I’ve just made a vow with myself that I’ll finish Camp Beaverbrook first. So… let me know what you think because I’m beyond in love with this prompt]

The flowers were dead. That’s the first thing that caught Beca Mitchell’s eyes; their stems were a sickly grey. The green color had drained completely and left a white carcass behind in its wakes. Petals littered the counter. They were once red like freshly drawn blood, a stark white that rattled into a pink-tipped form. Ghosts with no soul left to harvest.

She reached forward and palmed a petal. They sounded like deadened leaves under booted feet. The pad of her finger running evenly over it before it disintegrated into fine dust in her hand. She frowned at it.

Beca had a habit of looking for the flowers in any setting. They livened up the room or muted it depending on their own life span. Great designers would say that fresh set pieces could establish an atmosphere. Great florists would counter that it established good business.

She could feel the instant coolness of the room prickle goosebumps against her skin, even past the knitted grey sweater that hugged her frame expertly. She had been in interrogation rooms this cold before, but never a simple tattoo shop. The sound of needles buzzing against once clear skin echoed in her ears. Maybe this was a bad idea.

The room was painted a deep burgundy, a white crown molding so expertly untouched. There were paintings on the wall: close up black and white images of big cats in the wild and blank blades of grass. There was a wall of long stretched drawings in front of her. Too many for her to count. Generic images of dragons breathing fire and grim reapers wielding scythes.

Beca couldn’t’ help but admire the line work that went into them, the attention to detail and the way each picture had been meticulously drawn before being resized for human attention. She let her lips part and a lone breath tumble from them.

“Can I help you?”

She drew in a sharp breath at the edged voice. She had been so focused on the sheeted artwork that she hadn’t noticed the presence of another. A woman; stunning in a grunge type of way. A tight black t-shirt hugged her frame, showing off the expertly crafted tattoos that coated every inch of toned and exposed skin. Her blonde hair was tied back, a few strands falling into glowing green eyes. The open sign flicked a flash of red and blue periodically against her bored expression.

“If you want a tattoo you need to book an appointment with our receptionist. We don’t do walk-ins.”

“No,” Beca spoke evenly, the woman raising her eyebrow as she set her hand on the counter and tightened her stance, letting her fingers dance on the countertop. “I mean, I don’t want a tattoo. I just moved into the space next door and I think this is yours.”

She thrust out an envelope that was clearly marked The Crimson Door. It certainly wasn’t for her modest flower shop. She had mulled over the name a few times in her mind. The door to this place wasn’t even slathered in red, it was merely a foggy glass embossed in gold lettering. She decided not to bring it up.

“Oh, thank you.” The stranger took the envelope, softening in her abrasive stance. “We’ve talked to the post office so many times. They never seem to get it right.”

The woman let out a deep sigh and dropped the letter somewhere behind the desk that Beca didn’t’ stretch to see. She seemed to relax a bit, clearly having surprise visits from drunken patrons looking to get cheap ink more than once.

“That place used to be a Chinese restaurant, you know.” She continued, walking behind the counter as she leaned over the computer. Beca couldn’t see anything more than white reflected off forest irises. “I can’t tell you how glad I am that they left. Though, it’s unfortunate that we have to go across town for eggrolls now.”

“Yeah, it is.” Beca let a small scoff escape her lips. She wasn’t really sure what to say. It had been a hassle gutting the place. She remembered removing the grease trap from the back door, the way it stuck and clouded her lungs until she eventually hurled in the bushes that were adorned with beautiful yellow roses. “We’re quieter, I’m sure.”

“Smell better too.” She responded, straightening up as she clicked out of her program. “Well, welcome to the neighborhood. Just let us know if the music is too loud and try not to put your trash out before five on Thursdays.”

“Thank you, will do.”

Beca followed the girl’s movements for a moment more, she had clicked a black pen and was digging it into a yellow pad of post-it notes. Maybe it was Beca’s own name. A sly way to recall her if she had in fact, strayed to 4:59 on a Thursday evening. She took a few steps back before turning completely and walking into the chilling night air.

Their shops were the only two still casting pale rectangles against the sidewalk. Fairy lights were strung against trees for the impending winter, wreaths soon to follow in the coming months. Beca shoved her hands in her pockets and breathed out in a moment of peace for a moment.

Her place wasn’t so bad. They had gutted the Chinese décor and turned it into a simple shop with shelves built into white walls. They were lined with the freshest flowers daily- a back office gave her a break from the bustle of catering and funeral orders. It boasted a large window like a toy shop in the ’60s; embossed with gold lettering similar to the tattoo shop.

She was quick to flip the open sign to closed before the bell stopped chiming. It had been a quiet night. A Friday where people attended movies at the local theatre or the football game that took half of Hollyfield’s student population into its grasp.

“Was it scary in there? Oh my god, did you see that one woman covered in tattoos? I heard places like that are very cold. Did you need a coat?”

“Emily,” Beca breathed out evenly, shaking her head. Her assistant, her co-worker at that, was very excitable. She asked too many questions and had those beaming brown eyes that were impossible to say no to. Even now, when she glanced up from the book on the counter and hair fell lazily into her pouting stare. Her sleeves were pulled over her wrists and a pencil was tucked behind her ear. “Too many questions. I just brought over some mail.”

Of course, that didn’t’ exactly answer the question that Emily held at the tip of her tongue. Beca lifting an eyebrow as she pushed herself away from the door and walked over to the counter. She had had this place for a week and still never stood on the opposite side of the aptly painted counter.

“I did meet an interesting woman though. She was blonde. A lot of tattoos, obviously.”

“Yeah?” Emily’s cheeks heated up, her eyebrows rising. “What uh… what’d she say?”

The girl had run into some masked stranger when they were remolding. Emily was coated in white paint and was carrying a big gulp from the gas station down the street. She had recounted to Beca how she was leaning against the back of the brick and taking long drags of a cigarette. Emily stumbled over her words a bit before sighing and sulking back inside.

“Trash goes out on Thursday.”

Emily’s shoulders dropped as she let her head fall into her textbook. She dramatically stretched her arm out and groaned. “That’s all you found out about the love of my life? Beca, you were on an extraction mission.”

“No, I was on a drop off mission.”

She corrected, palming a bit of fabric on Emily’s arm before she lifted it briefly to stare at the text she was attempting to read. Psychology. It was too much for Beca, the actual schooling of it all. She commended Emily for wanting to further her education after high school- she was stronger than most.

Beca considered herself as doing well. She had run a flower van for two years before actually settling down in a space. It was a lot easier to push out orders for sweet sixteen’s when she was working out of a store and not the back of a truck with Emily strewn over the front seat. She spoke evenly, words muffled by her sweater.

“What was that, Em?”

“You’ve got to call back Lewis.” She picked up her head “He wants to cut some type of deal, you know.”

“That so?”

“Yeah. He left his number.”

Emily thrust out a sticky note that was her blue handwriting, so neat even though it was rushed. It had a ten-digit number written like she hadn’t known the area code from when she visited in the summers. She moved her pad against the sticky adhesive. “You know, the stranger next door uses the same type of post it’s?”

“She does?” Emily shot up, eyes widening “They’re yellow?”

“Yeah, Em. They’re yellow.”

#Beca Mitchell #Chloe Beale #Bechloe #Aubrey Posen #Emily Junk #Junksen #fanfiction #request #Pitch Perfect

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haikyuu-and-more-haikyuu · 5 years

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May the tides forever be in your favor.

Hello, this is an AU by @basically-i-write-shit. It is about Yamaguchi and his mother moving in with Ren, that is the father of certain cat named Kuroo Tetsurō and his older brother Kuroo Eiichi. Check out his blog and his writing. It’s a great! (this fic is about a year or two into their new living arraignment)

Ren and Tadashi have a distant relationship despite how well his new girlfriend gets along with his own, two boys. He really wants to bond with Tadashi, but doesn’t know how. this night, it’s the first time he is aloe with Tadashi.

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Sorry if there are any spelling mistakes. This is my second language and I am still struggling to catch all the misspelling.

He was alone.

For the first time since Aoi and Tadashi moved in, he was alone with the little boy. His partner was out of town, visiting an old aunt and wouldn't return until tomorrow afternoon. He remembered how Tadashi had begged to come with her, but couldn't. Since bringing a fourth grader to her sick, old aunt would be too much of a hassle for the old woman. It was sad.

His own two boys were out too, Tetsurō stayed at Kenma for the night and Eiichi stayed at a group sleep over with his classmates. In hindsight, He thought it was best that his two rowdy boys were out while he was alone with Tadashi. They had a tendency to be too much for the little nine year old and Tadashi would often run to protection. And that protection was his mother's hug and a handful of kind and encouraging words.

Ren wasn’t upset with Tadashi. Not after what his girlfriend told him about how his birth father treated the little boy. Being harassed and abused by strong boys had made Tadashi wary of boys in general, especially adults and older children. Ren didn’t judge Tadashi for being drawn back when there were other males in the room.

It was understandable that it would take time for him to warm up his new family.

Now, at the dinner table, Ren could really feel the tension.

Tadashi sat quietly by the table. If Aoi was here, he would chatter happily with his mother as she asked him about his day, alternating between japanese and spanish as they talked and communicated between them. They really had a warm bond.

Tadashi was a well behaved kid, timid and shy, but polite nonetheless. He had thanked for his food when Ren had sat his bowl of shoyu ramen down and began to eat quietly.

He had yet to mutter a word to his step dad.

Ren breathed deeply, to calm himself, and briefly wondered how he got so bent over a nine year old not wanting to talk to him. This was Aoi’s only child, and if their relationship didn't develop for the better, maybe Ren and Aoi wouldn’t work out like he thought they would.

Ren cleared his throat. “So, Tadashi-kun, what did you do in school today?.” Ren started and caught Tadashi's attention. The boy looked hesitant and glanced over at the seat beside him. The seat Aoi used to sit at. “Learn anything new?”

Tadashi looked down at his plate, chopstick trembling slightly in his hand. “We learned a little about multiplication today.”

“Ah, was it hard?” Ren asked, and though he really should stop being so nervous around the boy. Dammit, he had two of his own. He could do this.

“A little.”

And that was that. That was the only conversation he managed to muster up when his new step son was alone with him. No wonder Tadashi barely spoke to him.

Ren almost slammed his head into the table. He would have, but Ren chances of Tadashi opening himself up more to him would have decreased by a ten fold.

Later, when Yamaguchi had escaped to his room, Ren sat on the couch and read the news paper. Even with Tadashi in the house, it was quiet. His boys were never this quiet. They were usually jumping on the walls, calling each other as they played on their PSP’s and such. It was constant noice from the two of them, unless they were asleep.

He made his way, quietly, up the stairs and knocked on Tadashi bedroom door and waited for a soft “Come in” before he entered.

Tadashi was lying on his stomach on the floor. Pencils and papers were scattered around him and the freckled boy seemed occupied with his drawings. Tadashi turned back to his work, albeit he looked a little more tense than he should have looked. There were a few that looked like pokemons, and yes, he remembered most of them. Both his boys had their pokemon phase when they were younger. He had endured much of Ash and his friends adventures through the years. There were some drawings of skyscrapers, that Ren suspected was because Tadashi recently had moved to Tokyo, and had seen a lot more of those big buildings.

He still remembered Tadashi astonished face as he saw a skyscraper for the first time when they went out of the suburbs and into the city.

The drawing he worked on now was clearly a stick figure of him and what he suspected was his mother. They were holding hands and had big smiles on their faces. Tadashi had drawn their freckles with three spots on each cheek for the both of them. In the background was a pale yellow house. It was their hose. Ren didn't know why he got so happy by seeing Tadashi choosing their house, instead of the apartment building he had back in Miyagi. He had also filled the paper with drawings of flowers, one that were taller than Aoi. It was clearly a work by a devoted nine year old.

“That looks nice.” Ren hummed as he crouched down to Tadashi’s level.

“Thanks, it’s for Oka-san.” Tadashi chipped soundly as he switched his blue pencil for a green one.

Ren decided to lay beside of him, on his stomach. He watched him work for a few seconds.

“Do you make her drawings often?”

Tadashi looked at him. Big brown eyes were gazing over his hazel ones. “I always make drawings for Oka-san when she is traveling without me.” He turned quickly back to his paper. He was working on the sun in the corner. It had sunglasses. Ren felt himself smile. His boys also used to draw the sun with sunglasses, it didn't make sense, but it i was a nice touch. “It makes her happy when I draw to her.”

Ren nodded. He already knew Tadashi was an empathic child. When Eiichi had fallen ill with a light cold, Tadashi, despite being shy in front of all of them, had given the older boy one of his dangos. There were no surprise in why Tadashi choose to make a gifts for his mom when she was out of town for the night.

“Hey, Tadashi-kun, can I draw with you?”

Tadashi looked at him. He didn't know if he was surprised or not, he had yet to learn how to read the brown eyed boy’s expressions. When Tadashi got up to give him a white piece of paper and kindly set his pencils between the two of them, Ren knew he got a ‘yes’ from the other.

Ren had never been an artist, which was the reason he also made stick figures and had the sun in the far corner. And sides, his skill couldn't even match the work of Tadashi's.

Ren made the whole family. He drew himself and Aoi holding hands and made Tetsurō, Eiichi and Tadashi hold hands. He hoped the little gesture made his step son happy.

“It that us?” Tadashi asked and glanced over to the side.

“Yes, yes it is.” Rin said, feeling his cheek getting rosy. “Do you like it?”

Tadashi smiled. “Yes, I do.” He sat up and looked over his own drawing. “Oka-san will be happy we drew for her.” He said and Ren nodded back.

They cleaned up the pencil and papers, and Rin helped Tadashi put his new drawings in a folder he had by his small desk.

“Hey, Tadashi, you like pokemon, right?”

The mention of pokemon had his full attention. He had stars in his eyes. Tadashi obviously caught himself off guard, because he quickly looked away and started playing with the hem of his shirt, ears getting pink.

“You see, Tetsu-chan and Eii-chan really likes pokemon too. We have some of the old movies, too.”

“You do?” Tadashi asked, eagerly. He let go of his shirt and Ren could feel the excitement radiating from him. He laughed fondly at the boy.

“Yes, we do.” Ren opened the door out to the halway. “If you want to, we can watch one. We can eat some snacks and sit on the couch.”

“Yes, let’s do that.” He shrieked in joy. It was the first time Ren had heard Tadashi raise his voice. Even when Tadashi was crying, he had done that so quietly. Ren was surprised when Tadashi grabbed his pants and started to tug him out of his room and into the living room.

“Say, you set the couch ready and I get the snacks. The movies are beside the dvd player. Choose the one you want to see.” Tadashi lets go of him and carried on with the important task of finding a movie while Ren made his way to the kitchen.

He first thought of making a bowl with some candy they had around, but remembered that Aoi had told him that Tadashi prefered other snacks instead of sweets.

He doesn't have much of a sweet tooth, but he does love chips, preferably made with paprika flavour.

He smiled as he fished out a bag of flavoured chips. He also took out some chocolate milk for the both of them.

Tadashi had picked out the first pokemon movie and had already seated himself on the sofa. He had pulled his blanket over him and was eagerly waiting with the remote in his hand.

He put the bowls on the table and pulled it closer to the couch so it would be easier to reach for Tadashi and sat down beside the boy. He did give them some space, no point in making Tadashi uncomfortable.

Tadashi was glued to the movie. He laughed at the funny parts and snorted at the ridiculous ones. Ren could see how he held his breath before an action scene. To be such a timid child, Tadashi was fairly expressive.

Nearing the end, Tadashi clung to his arms and presses his face into his sweater.

“I don’t like the scene when Ash turns into stone.” Tadashi says, voice wavering. He still looked at the tv screen. Ren was reminded that Aoi said something about Tadashi getting sympetich with the characters.

This was his chance. The way he handled this situation would determinate how their relationship would grow.

Ren slowly raised the hand Tadashi was clutching. The boy tensed without his safety net, but didn't look at him. Ren then slowly reached for Tadashi's shoulders and tucked him close to himself.

With Tadashi half hugged to his side, Ren felt giddy as the boy didn't try to get away from him. He blamed half of it on the pokemon movie that Tadashi was engulfed in. But he stayed and he reached again for Ren arm and his small hands clutched Ren’s sweater.

It felt kind of like when Testurō and Eiichi were here watching with him, but entirely different at the same time. Ren had been so worried about asking Aoi to move in with him and his children. He had been worried they wouldn’t like the big city and move back. Ren was sure he would travel to the worlds end for Aoi. He loved her, and getting along with her son was important for the both of them. Having Tadashi sitting by his side, made Ren sure that their relationship would work out just fine. He would die for his of children, and he would die for Tadashi.

Tadashi had a smile on his face again when Ash was saved by all the pokemons and came back into life. It was late for him, twenty minutes past his normal bed time. Aoi maybe scold him if she ever found out.

“Hey, want to watch another one?” Ren asked. Tadashi looked up at him and beamed.

45 minted after they started the second movie, Tadashi had long since dozed off against Ren’s side. The chips bowls had somehow made it into the couch and Ren was sure he needed to vacuum it in the morning. There were crumbs everywhere.

He set them aside, slowly, and tried not to jostle the nine year old too much. Slowly and carefully, he picked him up and carried him to his bedroom. He was careful when he tucked him in bed, not wanting to wake him up. When he messed up this action with his two older boys, they would always wake up and it would always time to fall back asleep.

Tadashi didn't wake, but he did roll over to hug his pillow on the side. His head wasn’t even on the pillow. Ren watched as Tadashi made some incoherent sounds in his sleep before he truly seemed to settle. This kid was truly a treat.

Ren tucked him in and went to turn off the lights, not before he pecked the boy on the head and ruffled his hair- like he did with his own two children. Tadashi would never know that he kissed him goodnight, and Ren was content with keeping this moment only to himself.

He glanced at the small boy once before he shut the door quietly.

Out in the hallway, Ren almost squealed in joy. He didn't. He didn't want to wake the sleeping boy, but he felt unbelievably happy when cleaned up after their little movie night.

The next day, Tadashi was still a little wary. Tetsurō and Eiichi had come home from their friends, and between filling in their dad on what they did on their sleepover and and bothering their shy little brother, the home was quiet.

“Tadaima.” Came the chipper voice of Aoi. Ren watched as Tadashi ran through the kitchen to get to his mother with his two elder brothers in heel.

“Okaeri.” Ren said and helped his girlfriend with the bags she carried.

“Is that gifts for us.” Tetsurō asked, and tried to peek into the bag.

“Tetsu-chan, don’t be noosy.” Ren chided them. He supposed their rowdy personality came from him, but it was still a little embarrassing. Especially since Tadashi was the opposite.

“Sorry, Otou-san, I just wanted to see my gift.” That was Eiichi and Ren reddeen with emmabressent,

“Boys, I am sorry, I don't have any gifts,” Aoi started. Tadashi was holding her hand and the five of them walked into the kitchen. “It’s just a cake and a few cookies I got from my family. I thought we could have them after dinner.”

Both boys shouted out a ‘yes’ and suddenly the bags weren't that interesting.

“Oka-san, wait here.” Tadashi started and held out his hands in a stop sign. He was oddly serious for his age. “I have something for you.”

Socked feet running was heard as Tadashi made his way towards his room. He came back moments later, carrying the two drawings they made together.

“Oka-san, I made a drawings for you.” Tadashi gave it to her, and then started tugging as his shirt as he waited for Aoi to inspect his art.

“Dashi, it is beautiful.” Aoi crouched down and gave him a sweet kiss on the cheek as she nuzzled him closer. “I love, it. You even drew us in Tokyo.”

“Ren-san drew too.”

He felt startled. Aoi raised and amused eyebrow at him. Ren chuckled helplessly as he showed the drawing he made of all of them.

“Oh my, thank you.” Aoi said as she raised to her feet. She ruffled her son hair before she met his eyes. “Thank you. I love it.” She kissed him lightly on the lips before she made her way towards the fridge and hung both if her gifts up on the fridge. Oh so it was fridge worthy. What an honour.

“Yeah, me an Tadashi-kun made them together.”

Her whole face lit up. She knew he had been stressed over their relationship, especially since it seems that Tetsurō and Eiichi warmed up to her only after a few days of them living together.

“Did you guys really do that!” She smiled back at him, and Ren loved that smile of her.

Ren scratched the back of his neck and nodded. He smiled, remembering their night. “Yes, and we even watched pokemon.” He helped her pull up the items from the bag and place them where they belonged. “He even held my arm in the end when he got scared. Aoi-chan, Tadashi hugged me, willingly.”

Even Aoi looked surprised. “Wow, he really did that.”

Ren nodded so hard he might start to feel dizzy. He beamed back at Aoi. “Yes! I had to carry him to bed after he fell asleep.”

Aoi’s shoulder seemed to relax. She had reassured him many times since they moved in that Tadashi just needed to get used to his presence and him as a person. He had never known a guy that didn't want to hurt him, except for that Tsukishima-boy Tadashi chatted on and on about. But even Aoi had been worried about Tadashi’s wariness for his step dad. She still didn't want to force anything on him, that would only make the situation worse.

“I told you he would warm up to you.” Aoi said, and they both looked up the staircase as they heard Tetsurō and Eiichi inviting themselves into Tadashi's room.

“Yeah,” Ren sighed as he heard Eiichi’s loud announcement that the three of them would play Mario Kart. Leaving no room to say no. “We are going to make this work.”

He smiled as he heard his two boisterous boys dragging his timid one to their room to play their games.

They were going to make this work.

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tom-hollands-eyelash · 6 years

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Make Your Mark (Peter Parker X Reader) 2/?

Summary: Soulmate AU where your soulmate and you have a mark that symbolizes the other that shows up in a random place on a specific day. When you saw your mark at the bottom of your foot, you knew it was bad.

A/N: I’m so sorry I haven’t been that active lately. I have two jobs and I’m barley sleeping. I’ll have the next part up as soon as possible just please bear with me.

Word count: 1,793

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***

“Peter! You okay bro?” Ned asked grabbing my elbow to pull me up to my feet.

“I don’t know dude. I think I stepped on something sharp in Drama.” I said as Ned helped me sit down with my back against the lockers.

“Wait, how? You never took your shoes off.” Ned said still towering over me giving me a concerned look.

“I don’t know dude, I just felt a really sharp pain when I took a step.” I said as I watched Ned’s eyes widened as if a light bulb just went off in his head. “What's with the face?” I asked.

“I think I know what happening.” Ned said as he lowered and balanced himself on the balls of his feet untying my right shoe, taking off the sock and it looked like something was being burned into my skin. I gasped when I realized what it was I was looking at. It was a red and blue ink stage light on the top of my foot. “Dude, looks like you found your mark.” Ned said smirking at me.

“I guess I did.” I said with a small smile appearing on my face as I started wracking my brain as to who this mark could belong to.

*** Your POV ***

I finished my daily after school routine and my homework and went to the roof to continue my drawing of the New York skyline I try to work on in my spare time for MJ’s birthday present. When I heard someone grunt behind me that sounded like someone just landed a jump I put my pencil down and turned around to see myself face to face with a person I never thought I’d EVER meet (and who I'd never wanted to meet, EVER.) “Spider-Man? What the fuck are you doing here?” I asked trying to fight the urge to roll my eyes as I turned back to my sketchbook and the skyline in front of the different oranges, yellows, and pink hues from setting sun.

“I saw you up here and I wanted to make sure you were okay.” He said taking a few steps closer to me.

“Well I'm fine. Thanks for uncalled for check up.” I said with my eyes trained on the shape of a certain building in the distance.

“Are you sure? Usually people come up to the roof to-”

“To what? jump?” I said interrupting him with annoyance laced in my voice, not sparing him a second glance.

“Well....yeah.” He said not taking a other step. ‘He’s probably afraid I’m going to bite his head off.’ you thought. (Oh he was. you TERRIFIED him.)

“Well like I said I’m fine.” I said harshly. "I'm not going to off myself, anytime soon." I heard nothing but silence for a while. So I turned my head to see if he was still there, silently praying he was gone. But of course I wasn't that lucky cause there he was standing there dumbfounded until I shook him back into reality by saying, “you can go now.” Before once again turning my attention back to my lap. I heard him say a quick and quiet sorry that was followed by his web shooters firing and he was gone, finally.

***

“No way! That’s so fucking awesome!” MJ cried through the speaker of the phone as I was laying on my bed looking up at the posters of different shows I’ve been in over the years plastered over the ceiling.

“I don’t understand how it was awesome.” I said rolling my eyes even though I knew she wouldn’t see me do so.

“Don’t roll your eyes. And it’s awesome because, you met Spider-Man! I bet if you told people at school you’d be like the most popular girl in school!”

“Yeah right.” I snorted. “What makes you think I’d want any attention on me?”

“Says the star of Heathers: The Musical.” She chuckled.

“Shut up. I didn’t even want that part. I still don’t get why she chose me.”

“Because you’re insanely talented!” MJ gushed. “And plus, you and Parker are freakishly adorable with each other.”

“Ohmigod, Shut up. We do not!” I said as I placed my arm over my eyes and tried to hide my pink cheeks out of habit.

“But anyways back to Spider-Man. Why don’t you like him again?”

“Because, kids see him swinging around and think they can do it too.” I said flipping onto my stomach before I heard MJ scoff. “What?”

“I didn’t say anything girl.” MJ said through a chuckle.

“Also, why does he wear a mask? We know who all the other Avengers are. What’s he got to hide?”

“Maybe it to protect himself from people who slander him like you and your step dad.”

“Hey my step dad has nothing to do with why I don’t like Spider-Man.”

“Oh yeah sure. No no no no. You’re right, why would J. Jonah Jamerson, the editor of the daily bugle, the most Notorious Spider-man hater have anything to do with your hatred of Spider-Man?”

“MJ.” I sighed, “Shut up and go to bed.”

“Yeah yeah. Night loser.”

“Night.” I said before hanging up.

After finishing my nightly routine I was now chilling on my bed with a face mask and my nose in my favorite book “A Little Princess” when I heard something outside of my window. I ignored it thinking it was just my upstairs neighbor's cat jumping down from his owner's level again. It wasn’t until I heard the noise a second time did I decide to see what was going on. When I reached my window, I hesitantly unlocked, slid the window up and stuck my head out to see nothing. I bring my head back into my room about to close my window when two red covered feet land in front of me. I looked up and saw for the second time today, Spider-Man. I groaned and rolled my eyes as I walked away form my window.

“Oh. My. God. Again? What do you want now?”

“I-I just..”

“Just what? Why can’t you leave me alone?” I interrupted him.

“You don’t like me all that much do you?” He asked.

“Obviously I don’t. Now was that all?” I asked sitting back on my bed crossing my legs at my ankles displaying my red and blue spider mark.

“Whoa! Is that your mark!? That’s sick!” He exclaimed pointing to me foot.

“It's non of you're business, now leave! Bye.” I said getting off my to start pushing his chest and head out of my window, closing it then leaving my room to wash my face mask off for the night.

***

“He saw your mark!?” MJ said with her book opened in her hand.

“Yes. Now that irritating insect knows even more about me then I want him to.” I said as I slammed my locker shut in an irritated rage.

"Hey, maybe he's your soulmate."

“Shut up, I’m seriously praying that he’s not my soulmate, because that would be disastrous.”

“Why though?”

“Because I’d be i-“ I was interrupted by feeling my face collide with something both soft and hard at the same time. I hear MJ laughing in the distance as I looked up and were met with the most amazing honey colored eyes. "Peter? I'm so sorry!"

*** Peter’s POV***

“It’s okay Y/N.” I said looking down into her beautiful Y/E/C eyes.

“Are you sure Peter?” She asked looking up at me with her doe like eyes. “Oh fuck. I’m so sorry. I got make up on your shirt.” She started trying to brush the pale oval of her make up off my blue Midtown shirt covered chest.

“Y/N! Y/N! Y/N! Y/N!” I said grabbing her wrists, causing her to look up at me. “I said it’s fine you don’t have to worry about it, I’m sure May can get it off.”

“May?”

“My aunt. Now please, stop worrying about it.” I said smiling down at her.

“Are y-”

“Yes I’m sure.” I chuckled, “now come on.” I said putting my arm around her shoulders, “let’s get to Drama.”

“Um okay.” she said after sneaking a peek over to MJ, who gave her a thumbs up. “What about Ned though?” You asked slightly nodding over to Ned.

“Oh I’m good, I’m fine. I have to get to class anyway. Go with Peter Y/N.” Ned said smiling at the beautiful girl under my arm and sending a wink my way, causing me and maybe her, (but mostly me) to blush.

***Time Skip***

“So.” Ned started as we walked to the cafeteria.

“’So’ what?”

“So what was up with earlier? Y’know, With Y/N?” Ned asked with a large smirk on his face.

“Nothing dude. I was-” I took a deep breath in, trying thinking of a good excuse. “I was getting into character.” I dryly swallowed and tried to hide my glowing red cheeks from my best friend.

“Bull. Shit!” He loudly said chuckling at the thought of me being ANYTHING like JD. “That is total bull shit! And you know it!”

“No it’s not! I swear I don’t like her like that!”

“And why’s that?”

“Because dude.”

“Because why?” He asked, and knowing Ned he’s going to keep pestering until I give in and tell him.

I took a deep breath in to ready myself to tell Ned what I’ve discovered about Y/N. “She doesn’t like Spider-Man Ned.”

“What?! Who doesn’t like Spider-Man? You’re a legend!” Ned practically yelled.

“Say it a little why don’t you?” I angrily whispered at him.

“Sorry man. But for real, she doesn’t like Spider-man, who the fuck doesn’t?’

“She doesn’t, but get this! You ready?” Ned eagerly nodded his head waiting for me to continue. “I think I saw her mark.”

“Oh shit what is it? Where is it?” He said as we took our seats at our usual lunch table in the back of the cafeteria. I shook my head and pulled my lips into a tight lined smile. “Dude come on, you can’t just tell me you found her mark and not tell me where it is!”

“Calm down Ned I’m going to tell you just let me sit down first.” I laughed. “It’s of a spider and its on the bottom of her foot.”

“Wait, her’s is on the bottom of her foot!?”

“Yeah.” I said smiling to myself. Just thinking about you makes my heart start to flutter and my stomach flip, or thinking of how the sound of your laugh is practically sweet music to my ears, and I’d never get over how your smile is practically art work. ‘Fuck, I really do like her. Dammit, I hate it when Ned’s right.’

“And your mark is on the top of your foot.”

“What are you getting at Ned?” I asked him curiously wanting to see where he’d go with this.

“I’m saying, maybe she’s your soulmate dude.” Ned said extremely nonchalantly as he took a bite of his PB&J.

I nearly choked on my milk “What?! No! That’s- No. That’s impossible.

“What’s impossible?” You said placing your lunch tray down and sliding into the seat next to me.

"Um..."

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redsky123love · 6 years

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Why do you have a Stripper Pole in your Room? Chapter 10- Why the pole was sticky: Part 1

"So, on a scale of one to ten, where do you think your number is on the friend zone for us?" Marinette asked the blonde girl standing in front of her bakery. It was earlier in the morning when Marinette left her home to walk to school, only to be stopped when she saw Chloe parked in front of her house.

"I'd give it a three." Chloe said with a smirk.

"Shockingly, you're not wrong." Marinette chuckled. "I'm still not getting into the car with you."

"Why not, we should be friends!"

"Because you made my life a living hell since middle school." Marinette growled.

"And I am sorry, which is why I am willing to drive you to school every day. Maybe even more." Chloe said. Marinette looked up at the sky and begins to think.

"Being my partner, I should make amends with her. I know she can be a bitch, but she isn't 100% a bitch. She's like 98% a bitch. No, come on Marinette! Be the bigger person, besides if I turn her good, maybe the rest of my school life won't be shit." Marinette thought before looking down to Chloe to say:

"Fine, you can take me. But just this once, I normally like to walk." Marinette said as she climbs into Chloe's limo, once inside, Chloe turns her head to the left and sticks her tongue out to the blonde male from afar that was holding flowers in his hands. She then climbs in and takes a seat next to Marinette. Once the car starts up and turns the corner, Adrien grips the flowers in his hands, then throws them to the ground.

"That bitch is so dead..." Adrien growled.

(School)

Everyone...AND I MEAN EVERYONE! Was shocked to not only see Marinette come out of Chloe's car, but also to see the two sitting next to each other. This pissed off Adrien, Alya, and even Sabrina! Nino was just in the corner, trying to avoid this hate circle, but knowing his luck he knew he would be dragged in eventually. When the teacher came in and started the lesson, Chloe begins to text Adrien.

C: Enjoying the view from down there?

A: I will murder you in your sleep

C: Jealous I see

A: Chloe...I don't get jealous, I get pissed!

C: Oooh! Kitty is going to try to claw a bee?

A: When I am done with you, your going to be crying like the spoiled bitch you are.

C: Bring it on!

(Lunch)

"Oh my god Marinette! I ordered sushi just for us!" Chloe said as she, Sabrina and Marinette sat down at a table that already had food on it. Marinette was blushing a bit at the sight of many people already staring at her. Including Sabrina, who was giving her death glares. The servers Chloe had ordered in set a plate of high-class sushi in front of her.

"Wow, Chloe this looks nice." Marinette said with a smile.

"Anything for my new bestie!" Chloe said. Around the corner of the courtroom was Adrien, and by god, preteen girls all over the world were about to lose their minds today. Walking over to the table Marinette gasp at the sight before her. Adrien was standing in front of her, wearing a black tank top and white jeans. Exposing those muscles he always hid...somehow. His body was covered in sweat, which was actually good because it made him shine in the sunlight. His hair was a bit messier, resembling Chat's hairstyle a little. He wore a little bit of eyeliner to made his green eyes pop more. The mere sight made all of her blood rush to her face.

"Hello Adrien..." Chloe growled before breaking the chopsticks in her hand.

"Hey Chloe, I see you and Marinette are having lunch. Mind if I join?" Adrien asked in a deep seductive voice.

"Sorry Adrie-kins, its a girls lunch out." Chloe said in her bitch voice. Sadly, that didn't stop Adrien from taking a seat next to the red face girl. Looking straight at the girl of his dreams, he smiles at her and said:

How are you Bugsy?" He asked.

"F-F-F-FINE!" Marinette said, which was a little funny. A couple of days ago, this stuttering thing had disappeared when she learned who Adrien was. Now, its back and she didn't even know why. Behind the two was Nino and Alya, both recording the event in case shit went down.

"Adrien, we were having lunch..." Chloe growled as her left eye twitches.

"I'm sure Marinette wouldn't mind if I feed it to her. Would you Marinette?" Adrien asked before sticking his long tongue out to her, revealing a black tongue piercing with a tiny neon green cat head print on it. It was then, out of the blue, Marinette's life flashed before her eyes. All of the happy and bad memories of her family, friends and being a superhero. Then her world went black, she didn't know if it was because Adrien made her want to lose all sense and become the mother of his children at that very second, or it was because she was falling for him ALL over again. She didn't know, all she knew was a river of blood gushed out of her nose quicker than she could react, making her faint after losing blood. And oh yes, there was a lot.

"OH! OH! HOMEGIRL DOWN! CALL 911!" Nino shouted in shock at the sight of Marinette blooding a puddle around her face. She squirted so much blood that it fell on Adrien's paints and was staining her pink jacket. Ayla drops her phone before shouting:

"OH MY GOD! YOU KILLED MARINETTE!" Ayla shouted horror as she runs to her friend's aid. Nino, who for some weird reason, was pinching her nose to stop the blood flow.

"Girl I got you!" Nino said as he tries to ignore the bullshit going on behind him. And that bullshit was Chloe and Adrien fighting.

"Congrats, you just killed my future wife!" Chloe shouted in anger.

"Future wife!?" Adrien chuckled. "Marinette is straight you jack-ass! And if she was lesbian or even bi, you would be the last person she'd fool around with!"

"Newsflash Adrien! 87% of girl is at least bi-sexual curios in high school or college! Which means my chance's of hooking up with her are as high as yours! Maybe even high since she can actually talk to me!" Chloe said as she crosses her arms over her chest.

"So Marinette is dying..." Nino said to the two blondes. Only for his words to fall on deaf ears.

"Marinette is mine! I will be DAMMED if you hook up with your crusty pale ass!" Adrien shouted. This made Nino sighed before shouting out:

"MARINETTE IS ABOUT TO DIE! FOR THE LOVE OF GOD! HELP HER!" Nino shouted at the two, making them look at the girl to see her turning pale. Adrien is the first to drop to his knee's and get Marinette over his shoulder. Seconds later, the four teens rush to take Marinette to the medic room, ignoring all stares at they did this.

(Nat's house)

"Why do you have blood on your pants?" Gabriel asked his son. Since the two decided to go together to get Nat back, Gabriel decided to pick his son up from school. To his surprise, he already regrets doing it.

"Don't ask." Adrien muttered as Gorilla drives up to a tiny house decorated with wind chimes and glass gnomes. It was a cute house in a nice neighborhood, although Adrien was a bit surprising, he always pictured Nat living in an apartment. Gabriel and Adrien walk over to the door and knocked on it. It didn't take long for Nat to answer the door. She looked completely different from her work wear. No makeup, which showed off her two pimples and colorless lips, her hair was down to her shoulders and she was wearing jeans and a blue T-shirt.

"Hi Nat!" Adrien said with a smile, making her gasp before closing the door in their faces.

"Well, that was rude." Gabriel muttered. Seconds later, Nat reopens the door, this time with make-up on and business bodycon dress yellow dress. Adrien's eyes widen at the sight of him.

"Holy shit, that was like two seconds." Adrien said in shock.

"I have skills." Nat said as she steps to the side to let the two in. To Adrien surprise again, her tiny home was quite nice. Small living room, wooden theme living room with a plasma TV and a glass coffee table. Her house looked like one giant room, with the kitchen to the left and her room behind the corner. The only thing that was a separate room was the bathroom.

"Nice place!" Adrien said as Nat presses her head against the back of the door frame. As Gabriel and Adrien take a seat on her couch, she goes over to the kitchen and prepare's coffee for her and Gabriel. Once done, she gives him a cup before asking:

"Why are you two here?" She asked.

"Two reasons..." Gabriel started. "One: I need you back. And two: If I fire another one...I might be put on suspension from highing new assistance."

"What? You only fired one." Adrien said.

"As far as you know." Gabriel muttered. Nat closes her eyes and sigh.

"I can't take your offer."

"Why not?" Adrien said.

"Adrien, you're a smart boy and you know your father can be hard too...you know." Nat said, making Adrien nod his head.

"Yes but if I have to train another prissy 20 somewhat year old, I will kill them." Gabriel growled, making Nat sigh.

"Gabriel, the stress you caused me is something...I don't need right now." Nat said.

"You seem fine." Gabriel said, making Nat shake her head.

"No, I am not...at all." Nat said in shame.

"What's wrong?" Adrien asked.

"Adrien..." Nat started. "I am...well...obviously a woman. And as a woman, we tend too...want things. But some of these things we want, we need to get at a certain age before it's gone for good."

"What?" Adrien asked. Nat sighs before saying:

"Okay, never mind, I am no longer on your payroll so I can say it...I am pregnant." Nat said. The cup in Gabriel's hand falls to the floor as Adrien gasp in shock. "Yes, I am having a baby."

"WHAT!?" Adrien shouted.

"Ugh..." Nat groaned.

"Who's the father?" Gabriel asked.

"No one, well someone but no one important. I went to a sperm bank." Nat said.

"Why!?" Adrien asked.

"Because I just turned 37 years old, my oven is breaking down and I just wanted a kid!" Nat growled at the two.

"Why would you quit when you needed the job!?" Adrien shouted.

"Because your father was stressing me out and that caused pain to the body!" Nat growled at the boy.

"How far are you?" Gabriel asked.

"About a month and couple of days. I would have been sooner, but I had an accident." Nat said in shame before looking over to Adrien.

"What?" Adrien asked.

"Remeber the question as to why the pole was sticky?" Nat asked.

"Yea! Fun night!" Adrien chuckled, making his father give him an intense stare. It then hits Adrien what she was talking about. His smile disappeared and his eyes widen. "Oh yea..."

"Yea..." Nat muttered.

"What happened?" Gabriel asked with a small hint of worry.

"Nothing..." They both said, both now avoiding eye contact.

"You two are hiding something." Gabriel growled.

"We are hiding nothing! Pfft! What makes you think we're hiding anything?" Adrien said with a weak and nervous chuckle. He then looks over to Nat. Opening his mouth, he asks:

"So...is it..." Adrien asked as he points to Nat's stomach.

"Possibly." Nat said in shame. It didn't take Gabriel long to piece the hidden puzzle pieces they were hiding together.

"Nat...are you pregnant with an Agreste?" Gabriel asked. Nat stands up from her seat and literally walks out of her own home. Adrien was about to do the same, but was stopped when his father grabbed him by the end of his shirt.

"Explain?" Gabriel growled.

"An extremely long story short, I gave Nat your sperm after getting drunk one night and taking her donated sperm after thinking it was lotion. I then proceeded to dance on the pole naked and ram myself into a wall thinking I was Chat Noir after jumping down my stairs twice. When Nat found out, I gave her the sperm you keep behind the painting of mom." Adrien said in a quick manner. Gabriel, still trying to process everything that was just said, stands up from his seat and says:

"Were getting rid of the pole, your grounded and forbidden to attend school for a week."

"That sounds fair..." Adrien said in shame.

#adrien #adrien agreste #marinette #marinette dupen-chang #Chloe #alya #alya cesaire #funny #fanfiction #nat #nino lahiffe #nino #mircaulous ladybug #Miraculous Ladybug and Cat Noir #Miraculous Ladybug #Mirculouse Ladybug and Chat Noir #funny story

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Vexation

i’m finally continuing my lapidot convenience store au

Link to AO3: http://archiveofourown.org/works/12048483/chapters/29757732

Chapter 2

12:35AM

The sound of a petite bell chimed as the entrance of the store opens. Somebody was coming in. And thankfully, it was someone that Peridot and Lapis knew. The first customer of the night was a kid who looked around 10 or 14 years old. A description of him as perceived by everyone who knew him especially Pearl, Peridot and Lapis would be optimistic, lyrical, and overall expressive. But mainly, he was the best friend of Lapis and Peridot, as well as Peridot’s little brother figure.

The child patron walks in with a yellow star imprinted on his pink shirt as well as wearing a thick peach jacket. “Hey guys!” the young-looking customer calls gleefully as soon as he walks in. “How are my two favorite buds and evening co-workers doing?”

Lapis glimpses out of an aisle to see him. “Oh. Hey, Steven.” Lapis replies contented. “We’re doing fine I guess.”

Steven halts and turns his sight to the counter. He sees Peridot, drained and resting her head and arms on the countertop. She seemed to have passed out irresponsibly during work hours, despite how there was a half-drank cup of coffee by her hand which was obviously consumed by her.

“Morning, Peridot.” Steven says. The short girl whirrs and raises her head slightly.

“Oh, uh, good morning to you too, Steven…” she yawns and runs her hand through her hair. She struggles to fix her posture while sitting up or keep a stern face. “…How can I help you…?”

Steven chuckles to her rest deficiency as he assumes that one of his best friends wasn’t being focused at all to her time management like always. “Its fine, Peridot, you can go back to your nap. I’m just here to see if there are any more Cookie Cats tonight.”

Lapis finally walks out of the aisle and ambles by the counter near Peri. “Why don’t you get some by that big donut place?” she asks.

“Well, the Big Donut always closes after 8pm. And this is the only store I know that still sells cookie cats.” Steven replies. “And besides, you guys are here. It’s always nice to see how both of you are doing.” “Aww.” The two girls grin.

Lapis guises to her left, athwart the room where a petite freezer filled with ice cream sandwich packets were placed on another counter. “Luckily, I found and restocked a fresh batch of them a few minutes ago. Just don’t try to take the whole freezer.” She says.

Steven chuckles and goes to take a dozen of his favorite cold snacks. Probably 3 or 5 to count. He carries them to Peridot’s counter and dribs them lightly on top, and she proceeds to grab the price checker to estimate the price. Normal retail stuff was happening basically.

“That’ll be 5 dollars, Steven.” Peridot says. The star shirted customer follows and pays up. “Also, if you don’t mind me asking, why are you always up this late? Shouldn’t it be a school night for you?” she also inquires him.

The payment is put in the register before Steven could think on how to answer that question. “Hmm…Well, I don’t go to school since my dad and Pearl say I could get bullied. So I’m homeschooled by them sometimes. Dad teaches me about weird dad stuff and Pearl teaches things like history and table manners.” Steven says. “But I am going to enroll in the school that my friend Connie goes to so we could study together. OH WAIT–––Is Pearl here? I should probably tell her that.”

One of them would happily call Pearl outside her office just for Steven to meet, but they guess they would rather not confront their manager again after recognizing her frustration. Pearl would probably castoff what they have to say and be ordered to go back to work before even stepping out of her small workspace.

“Uh…She hasn’t arrived here yet.” Lapis recoils. “Sorry Steven.”

Peridot puts the heaps of cookie cats into a light-green plastic bag, generally used in the store and hands it over to Steven. “Here ya go. And have a good night.”

“You know, Peridot, I don’t think you should be up this late either.” Steven says flippantly as he grabs his bag and receipt . “You look…tired.”

The petite employee rubs her eyes and slouches forward. “I look great.” Her hair is skirmished by her chortling partner.

Steven then paces to the exit door reaches it to open it widely. But before he leaves, he gapes back at the counter and glances at his two best friends just to say an elated “Goodbye you guys!” Lapis and Peridot wave grinning and also express a farewell. “See you again Steven!”

The acquitted kid ambles out and a bell chimes again as the exit closes. The store was back to stillness and solitude despite the fact there were two employees to keep that happening for themselves.

“So…what now?” Lapis asks.

1:15AM

Well, as expected at this point, the store was more dead silent than outside, more empty than outside and extremely lethargic so to speak. Peridot had been standing and, or sitting by the counter while staring at the glass entrance and trying to wait for ANYBODY to come in. As for Lapis, she basically seemed like she was loitering inside the store. With a setting like this, they didn’t need much of a break time since they were barely working at all. Peridot sighs heavily and rests her arms and chin on the counter yet again. All the energy left to keep her active by the cashier was wasted. Lapis sees the sluggish behavior of her partner and goes to walk behind the board. She leans towards the petite employee and parcels herself gently on top of Peridot, incasing her waist around her arms and practically begins to bask on her.

They both groan slothful and warm. “Why does time have to run slowly on us Lapis…?” Peridot complains. “It could be worse…” Lapis denotes.

Suddenly, the sound of a tiny bell rings for a second time. The two girls gasp and get up gradually to go back to their positions. Peridot standing up now and Lapis sited near a metal shelf. A completely random customer had shown up to either boost the mood of customer service or makes their jobs harder than it looks. But this particular customer looked a bit intriguing and pretty absurd, and Lapis and Peridot gave a clear expression saying ‘what the hell?’ and 'who the hell?’ It was a cumbersome man with blonde and much coiled hair, wearing a grey camouflage getup and a pair of binoculars around his neck. As he walked in, he appeared to be crouching and turning his head slowly as if he was being watchful from nonexistent entities inside the store. Even his eyes were squinting hard and his fingers were twitching. This person must have some sort of illness.

“…May I help you…?” Peridot asks nervously.

Suddenly, the customer glances to the cashier and gives a frightening direct stare at Peridot, immediately scaring her to some extent. “he isn’t going to mug me, is he…?” The customer speaks at last. “Hmm…Why yes.” He stands normally and adjusts his glasses. “I guess you can help by answering this question…Are you aware of ‘Rock People’ hiding and lurking in our social order and attacking our city?” he says stormed. Absurd enough already.

“Uhh. What…?” Lapis asks muddled.

“Well you see, I run a blog called ‘Keep Beach City Weird’ where I talk about all the weird stuff happening in my town of ‘Beach City’. I also made a web-exclusive documentary called "Rising Tides, Crashing skies” and I boldly explained the existence of Rock People as well as putting real recorded clips of them attacking our town.“

Lapis and Peridot have actually seen that documentary before. Steven showed it to them a few months ago when he last visited and they had to give their opinions on it until the end. And well…it was confusing, poorly edited, pathetically produced, and overall cringy. And most of the 'real recorded clips’ was too hard to view anyway due to dark lighting and a shaky camera. They were surprised yet assured that Steven was the only one who ever viewed it and actually left a positive review. Apparently, the customer they were faced with was Ronaldo Fryman, a fanatical blogger and surprisingly bigger, more obnoxious dork than Peridot. And judging from his behavior in his documentary and now, they were going to have a hell of a time trying to satisfy this guy’s needs.

Ronaldo continued to talk. "I’ve been tracking their whereabouts for the past month and I found that one of their possible hiding spots is in this very location.” he says. “I suppose this is just an ordinary convenience store located in a deserted plaza. But rock people have been known to terraform, or in this case ‘shapeshift’ themselves and everything they touch…”

“Is that so…” Peridot replies sarcastically.

The fervent chatter mouth suddenly hushes and gapes at Peridot unnervingly again. Only this time, he quickly grasses up to the cashier and smacks the counter with his palms. He hums, inspecting the petite employee’s appearance with his eyes. It was enough to make Peridot clearly terrified and Lapis triggered.

“How do I know you aren’t one of them now? Rock people are known to shapeshift. And if you are one of them, you’re doing a terrible job at it…” he says. “No human could possibly have that kind of outrageous hair and be this absurdly short…” he couriers his inspection to Peridot rudely.

“Hey!”

Even though their customer has only been in the store for less than 30 seconds, Lapis wanted him to get out of here quickly since nothing he has said sounded remotely fascinating to her nor Peridot.

“I don’t mean to interrupt but…” in actuality, she did. “Are you going to get something and leave or are you just going to mess with us with your nonsense?”

Now Ronaldo switches his gawp to the blue haired girl and paces outwards from the counter. Lapis isn’t intimidated or dreaded by the coiled blonde’s stature, but appearing more like she’s trying to stretch those emotions to him instead.

“Maybe you’re one of them, too…There’s no way someone’s hair can be that shade of blue and poofy at the same time.” he assumes to her. “It seems to me that you rock people are becoming more pathetic when it comes to changing your manes.”

Lapis inhales heavily. “Ever heard of hair dye…?” she thinks. “I don’t think any human either could have hair that looks like curly fries spilling out of a smokescreen hat…”

Insulting employees in a store such as this one right now is certainly an offense to customer responsibilities. But according to the rules, Ronaldo can’t be bleakly kicked out or get arrested unless he became physically offensive. For now, they were just going to have to wait until he actually got something and leave for good.

Apparently phase 1 of his crap was on its way to phase 2. “THIS IS A HUB FOR ROCK PEOPLE!” he exclaims his entitlement suddenly and raises a finger up. “THERE’S NO DENYING IT!”

“Dumbass, this is a convenience store.” Peridot says intentionally arduous. “And please don’t shout or you’ll call our boss out here.”

“And by ‘boss’, you mean your invasion commander.” Lapis takes an exasperating heavy breath once more.

Ronaldo ambles toward a random shelf holding snacks that Lapis replenished an hour ago. He examines it carefully yet poorly, fondling his chin, and alarming Lapis and Peridot as they wonder what he was trying to do or say next.

“I bet this isn’t even a real shelf…” he says. At that moment, he lays his palm on the top of the ledge and grips it somewhat hard. “This is some kind of switch that reveals the true appearance of your LAIR!”

The shelf was forcefully pushed down by the coiled hair nuisance and crashes to the floor. Ronaldo was expecting an alteration of scenery in the store to reveal some kind of wicked den. But instead, he just caused an earsplitting mess, probably some collateral damage, and nearly harming Lapis who was standing in front of the impairment. The senseless act immediately triggered the two employees into anger.

“Oh come on! I just finished filling that up a while ago.” Lapis shouts aggressively. “What the hell is your problem?!” All at once, Peridot rushes out of the cashier and strides to Lapis so she could grasp her arm tightly and initiate trying to protect her. “You need to leave, now!” she says irately.

Ronaldo takes a second to quickly figure out and glance on what he has committed. Bags of chips and other snack assortments were dispersed wretchedly and lots of them crushed underneath the now wrecked shelf. But he doesn’t hesitate to say another word.

“Uh…” tenseness was in his tone while he seemed to be drenched. “I’m sure your lair’s transformation takes a while to do…Any second now…”

Nothing happened.

“Okay maybe that was too big to be the switch.” Ronaldo detects. “…But I think I know another possibility!”

The employees creak and watch him in spleen concern as Ronaldo hastes to the counter and grasps for the novelty glasses stand. And right off the bat, he bashes the stand off the top and sees it strike the ground, making another unwanted mess as glasses were now strewn. “Here goes nothing!”

*SMASH*

Alas, still nothing happened. Ronaldo was groaning oddly on when the so-called transformation of the room might happen. The switch could be anywhere, he believed. The next thing he was most likely to hit was the soda machine inches away. Hence he goes forth. “Of course! This time I–––“

But Lapis finally snaps as her undersized temper was torn open. “Augh. That’s it…!” she exclaims. Peridot’s grip on her arm was loosened quickly and she clenches Ronaldo’s torso before he could even touch the soda machine, pulling him hazardously close and shifting her expression to become fiercer. The two people around her begin to feel frantic.

“Now listen…” Lapis utters. “You’ve only been here for 2 minutes and yet somehow, you’re already an obnoxious pain for me and my girlfriend to do our jobs. And I don’t wake up in the middle of the night just to come here and see this place getting trashed so I could clean it again later…” She points out patently forceful. “Also, whatever ‘rock people’ are, they sure as hell aren’t here and we aren’t them, so you’re just a lunatic. And I suggest you grab something, get the fuck out, and have a good night…” she finishes with a striking tone of rage and her grip on his torso becomes sorer.

Peridot listens to her gruff honesty next to her. She felt her face warming up, consequently realizing she was blushing by some means. She never had to see Lapis so angry before other than a few moments where she was mad at HER, and at this moment now. “Damn, Lazuli.” She thinks.

Lapis’ unswerving glare through Fryman’s glasses made him suddenly frightened and mumbled with fear. He writhed, inaudibly begging her to be let go off. So the blue haired girl lets go and watches the customer take a couple of breaths.

“Okay then…” he utters and then coughs a little. “This is not a rock person hub. Maybe my maps back in my lighthouse was scattered…” Ronaldo then grabs a nearby and furrowed nacho chip bag. “I guess I’ll just take this to go…”

Lapis looks back at her partner and signals her to rush to the counter. “Peridot…” she says mollified. “Yeah, I’m on it.” She replies. Peridot takes the snack out of the customer’s hand and checks it on the counter in seconds. Ronaldo pays for it and then shoves it under his concealment suit.

“Oh yeah, there’s one more thing before I go…” he brings out what appeared to be a pamphlet from his pocket. “Would you like a Ronalphlet? It’s supposed to help you become aware of the dangers that threaten Beach–––“

The petite employee swiftly takes his brochure and looks over it. Her expression becomes stern with familiar irritation, and later she tears the piece of paper into two pieces. Peridot never opened the whole thing to read it nor did she even care to after tonight. Ronaldo’s facial emotion that he gave was mildly dissatisfied, but that’s what the employees have felt for the past 5 minutes or so with him. Irony was showered to some extent, and Ronaldo exited the door with his head facing down and walking hastily.

The two girls watch him go out with relief, closing their eyes and exhaling what felt like near-death. But their attention gaped to the parking lot where they overheard the curly blonde uttering loudly about being an idiot of some sorts. Lapis walks over to the counter once again and felt compulsory to confront her partner.

“Good job ripping his pamphlet.” She accolades. “Do you feel alright?”

“I think I should be the one asking you that, Laz…” Peridot replies tentatively. “…And thanks.”

They glance at the substandard scenery of the convenience store. Lapis grasps Peridot’s shoulder and lightly clutches it while sighing at full volume once again to relieve her stress. Peridot follows by exhaling herself. Their heads were face down and contemplating on the situation. It wasn’t like this was the first time this has happened anyway, but this was the first time it had happened in a while. Like what Lapis said earlier, it could be worse. Apparently this was as worse as it can get. They were in a convenience store that needed more or less cleaning, even though that was done earlier and before.

The blue haired girl glanced blandly at the office door. “You think Pearl heard all this from her office?” Lapis asks.

“She would be outside to see us by now.” Peridot replies. “But look…” she then grasps the hand seizing her shoulder and gapes at Lapis. “you should just sit here for a bit and I will take care of this mess. It doesn’t look too much to clean anyway.” Peridot has a nonexistent radar that turns on whenever her partner is in some sort distress. It’s pretty much turned on all the time, but she knew that Lapis has been the one most forewarned and awake tonight. And she wanted to take her shifts this early.

#my works #lapidot #human au #convenience store #steven universe #fanfiction #lapis lazuli #peridot #steven #ronaldo fryman #series #it took me MONTHS!

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