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giaourtopita · 3 years

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Hiii! I was wondering if I could request an MC who is getting used to being a demon? Like they keep breaking doors, and ripping clothes bc of their wings

the brothers with a demon mc

thank you for requesting! i just did the brothers but send me an ask if you'd like the undatables too! i slightly referenced this post, you can check that out too but you don't have to because it still makes sense.

warnings; slight angst, mc calls lucifer a bitch in satan's part, fluff(ish), mild self-esteem issues in asmo's part, gn mc.

*mc died unexpectedly, they were young and their death couldn't be explained, which was what hurt their boyfriend and friends the most. he was in pain and in desperation for a miracle but he knew it wouldn't happen. his love was dead and he had to accept that.*

*he saw them a few weeks after their death, to say he was happy would be an understatement. he was beyond grateful he got to be with them after all. when mc came closer to him, he noticed small horns sprouting from their forehead. it didn't make sense to him but his darling was there so it didn't really matter.*

*he didn't think that a human such as mc could become a demon but apparently there have been recorded some cases where a human that had a pact with one of the most powerful demons can in fact become a lesser demon themselves and live in devildom instead of hell.*

*the transition from human to demon was hard for mc, it was painful as they were developing new limbs and muscles as well as horns. their partner has to help them with the pain, control their new abilities and also teach them how to change forms but of course he was happy to help if that meant that his sweetheart could be with him.*

lucifer

- mc was with lucifer the whole day during r.a.d., it had only been a few days since the two reunited and both were ecstatic about it. lucifer took care of mc's pain in the morning by applying some sort of healing cream on the base of their wings as well as on the skin surrounding their small horns.

- the pain was coming back and it was much more sharp than the one in the morning. it was getting too intense for mc to handle so they subconsciously turned into their demon form and stretched their wings in order to get some relief.

- they turned into their demon form, startling everyone including lucifer.

- "darling, what happened?", he asked them while looking around at the other demons and signaling them to not stare.

- mc told him about the pain and he took them home after telling lord diavolo what had happened.

- "lord diavolo will set up online classes for you so you can be more comfortable while transitioning."

- lucifer gave them a massage while using the healing cream and gave them a gentle kiss between their horns.

- "i'll teach you how to fly once you're not in pain okay?"

mammon

- he and mc were hanging out in mammon's room, mc was very playful despite the fact that they were in pain the whole time.

- mc took mammon's jacket and his glasses and started impersonating him. mammon thought they were very accurate with their impersonation and was trying not to laugh, which he failed.

- "mc you look really cute in my jacket, you know that?", mc started blushing so hard that their wings popped out, tearing apart the jacket.

- "i'm sorry, i didn't mean it. i promise i'll get you a new jacket."

- "hey mc, it's okay. i know ya didn't mean it. how are you feeling?", he gently touched the base of their wings making them squirm in pain.

- "i'll go find some pain relief spell okay? just wait here, lay down if it gets really bad.", mammon felt bad leaving them alone right now but he went to satan's room to ask for a spell to help his former human.

- he came back a few moments later with the spell, tended to their needs and gave them a soft kiss on the forehead.

leviathan

- mc and levi holed themselves up in levi's room watching anime.

- levi was so prepared for their transition that he had ordered a pain relief potion for them so they could be more comfortable watching anime with him.

- mc remembered how levi used to wrap his tail around them whenever they cuddled and they wanted to try that too since they also have a tail now.

- levi agreed and showed them how he does it. mc turned out to be a very fast learner and managed to get it right the first time. they reluctantly wrapped their tail around levi's right side while laying on his left.

- levi started the anime they had recently started watching, it was a new shonen anime and the episode they just started watching was a pretty intense one as it was part of a battle arc.

- mc began feeling stressed on the behalf of the protagonist, levi noticed this because they started squishing him with their tail.

- "mc, i know this is a really stressful episode but could you stop squishing me? i understand that you can't control your tail yet but it really hurts right now."

- mc felt bad and apologized immediately to him. they shifted back to their human form so that they wouldn't hurt levi anymore.

- "hey, once we're done with this episode i'll teach you how to deal with the tail okay?"

satan

- satan was also very prepared for their transition, he had done some research and had healing creams, pain relief spells and potions within his reach at all time.

- mc was very well taken care of as satan always went a bit overboard with both the pain relief and the healing process, he hated seeing mc in pain so much that he even found them a diet to follow so that their tail would grow faster and the pain will be over sooner.

- "lucifer is a bitch", mc said angrily while getting in satan's room not being careful enough they transform into their demon form and yank the door causing it to break in half.

- "oh no, i'm sorry", they apologised. "i'll fix it i promise."

- "it's okay don't worry about that now, he is but what happened?"

- mc explained to satan that they wanted to go to the grocery store for some snacks but he wouldn't let them go unless one of the brothers accompanied them.

- "you're a demon now so you're much safer than before, but i think the reason why he's not letting you go unaccompanied outside yet is so that you don't destroy anything."

- "here i'll teach you a trick i still use when i get angry to keep my tail from hitting everything.", satan moved closer to them and stood behind them, he took their tail gently in his hands, moved it downwards and started wrapping the tail around their thigh.

- "it will take a while for you until you're able to wrap the tail without using your hands but this will work for now. you're not in pain, are you?"

- "yeah, i'm fine. thank you", mc smiled at him and then looked down to see that he also transformed into his demon form to show them how he does it.

asmodeus

- "oh sweetie, it's okay i think i can fix it. don't worry!", asmodeus said while looking at the new blouse he just bought for mc.

- mc got upset at themselves because they didn't want to ruin asmo's gift with their stupid wings. it made them feel stupid. how hard is this supposed to be?, they thought to themselves.

- asmo noticed how they felt, after all being around so many people at the same time made him more understanding than the average demon.

- "you know, if you feel bad about your wings don't. they're beautiful and it doesn't matter that you can't control them yet, it's only natural that you can't do that. you weren't born with them so it's okay, if it makes you feel better i can't really control my wings either, i can make them sit in place but i haven't really found a way to use them because they're pretty small and i was born with them. don't worry, you got it!"

- once mc felt reassured, they asked him a question, "maybe i could ask lucifer to help us both with the wing stuff, if anything he must know the most since right now he has two pairs of wings and before the fall he had three."

- "mc, this is not a bad idea. he might get a little annoyed at the beginning but once we figure it out we will basically give him an excuse to be proud of something so he will also gain from this. mc you're a genious, that's why i love you~", he told them before giving them a boop followed by a kiss on the tip of the nose.

beelzebub

- beel thought it would be a good idea to get mc to actually work out with him now that they're a demon like him.

- he brought them with him to his fungol practice so they could have fun together, mc always wanted to try playing fungol but since they were human it was dangerous but now they can play.

- he told them that they would play in case someone couldn't come to practice or had an injury.

- before practice beel thought them a few tricks so they could keep up in case that got called into the field.

- and they did, one of beel's teammates got sick and couldn't attend practice. it was finally mc's time to shine.

- they shifted into their demon form like the rest of the players and they were able to use all of the tricks they were just taught from beel. they even managed to use some techniques other players used in this practice game and in official matches they had watched prior to becoming a demon.

- all was well until mc kicked the ball using too much force causing the ball to be land outside the field.

- mc immediately apologised and ran to go get the ball and beel followed them.

- "i'm sorry beel, i can't really control my strength yet. i don't think i should be playing fungol yet."

- "it's okay, the rest of my teammates are okay with it, i've talked to them before and your slip ups gives them more time to slack off during practice."

- "oh, okay. thank you!", mc kissed him on the cheek. and the two started walking towards the team again.

belphegor

- "i can't sleep", mc complained again while rolling on the other side in belphie's bed for the tenth time.

- "why can't you sleep mc?"

- "mammon said that demons can last longer awake than humans, so maybe it's that but since i'm with you i want to sleep but i can't. can you use your power to make me sleep?".

- "i don't want to use my power like that on you, maybe you just need to relax and then you'll be able to fall asleep."

- mc thought about it and maybe belphie was right.

- "i think i can last for about two episodes of one of beel's cooking shows before falling asleep, we could watch one of those so you'll relax."

- "that's a great idea, i'll go get the controller.", mc brought the controller which was on beel's bedside table and chose an episode in which they were baking cakes.

- they lied down next to belphie and put their head on his chest.

- "thank you for staying awake with me."

#obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me lucifer #obey me asmo #obey me beel #obey me belphie #obey me leviathan #obey me mammon #obey me satan #obey me fluff #obey me headcanons #obey me fanfic #obey me angst

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amyscascadingtabs · 3 years

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the way you keep the world at bay for me

post-the set up, a.k.a jake taking care of hungover amy, hungover amy taking care of sad jake, and mac caring mostly about himself because he’s a baby 😌

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Jake doesn't get a lot of sleep that night, and for once, it's not even Mac’s fault. It's not even due to the pizza parlor simulator game either, although he does play a couple of rounds when Amy's finally snoring next to him after ranting to herself about the babysitter’s club for a solid ten minutes, but not even that can fully distract him from the dull sense of doom that's made itself at home deep in his chest.

This is bad. Holt wants to see him tomorrow, and Jake knows there will be consequences. There has to be. There should be. He made a mistake, and he's going to get punished for it, and there is nothing he can do but accept his defeat. He already knows what he has to do; the nerve-wracking thing is the fact that it's still hours away, and his brain is spinning too fast for sleep.

He really wishes he could talk to Amy. She's sleeping on her stomach with her mouth open, arms straight out to the sides like she’s trying to push him out of bed, but he still can’t be mad at her. He hasn’t seen her this drunk since before she got pregnant, and he’s seriously worried about the hangover she’ll be sporting tomorrow, but he also knows she did it for him. Because they’re a team. Because she trusts him, sometimes even when it turns out he was wrong.

He wrongfully arrested someone. The sentence keeps repeating in his head, appears pasted in bold font on the inside of his eyelids if he tries to go to sleep, and displayed in luminescent letters on the ceiling of his bedroom when he gives up and opens his eyes again. He should have known better, has learned his lesson time and time again since his early days of constantly glorifying his job and letting his impulsivity get the best of him, and he still made a mistake.

He just wants someone to tell him it doesn’t make him a bad person. If only Amy wasn’t so drunk he’s scared to wake her up right now, Charles wasn’t so devotedly biased in all questions involving Jake’s role as a detective, and Mac wasn’t, well… so completely unable to grasp any of the concepts involved in the question.

Amy lets out another mighty drunken snore, and Jake hopes she will consider it a testament to his love for her that he doesn’t voice record it. He turns his head instead and picks up his phone to go back to the pizza game. Maybe just a few more virtual customers will be able to lure him to sleep.

He must have fallen asleep eventually, because when Mac does start babbling to himself over the monitor, the morning sun is shining through the windows, and Amy’s stopped snoring. She’s only moaning uncomfortably to herself now, and Jake’s guessing from her strained grimace that the headache has kicked in hard.

“I’ll get you coffee and aspirin as soon as I’ve checked on Mac,” he whispers to her with a kiss to her neck, and he thinks he sees the hint of a smile as she reaches out for him in what’s probably an attempt of a pat on the back, but ends up more of an unintentional slap to his butt. Or maybe she’s still drunk, and it is intentional. It’s hard to tell.

Mac may have no clue about what’s currently going on with Jake, but at least it’s impossible not to smile when he hauls himself up and rocks back and forth on unsteady feet in excitement over the fact that someone’s coming to get him. He greets Jake with that wide grin that shows off all of his four teeth – two up and two down, and they’ve kept everyone up at night for weeks, but they’re so pearly white and cute so maybe it was worth it – and a laugh that’s been Jake’s favorite sound on Earth since the first time he heard it.

“Good morning, bud,” Jake tells his son as he lifts him up in his arms. “What do you say we get you a bottle and mama some coffee? Hmm?”

“Bah,” Mac repeats. Jake decides to give him the benefit of the doubt and say it means he agrees on the bottle.

“Bottle, exactly. You're so smart,” he says, booping his little nose and smiling as it makes Mac giggle. “Let's try another one. Dada.”

There's a tense moment of them both just staring at each other, and then finally, his son goes,

“Bah.”

“One day,” Jake says with a sigh as he carries Mac out of the nursery. “As long as you say me first, okay? We’ll get there. We’ll practice.”

He puts Mac in the high chair while he tries his best to work the coffee machine and the bottle warmer at the same time. It's trickier than to be expected on almost no sleep, but at least he manages to pour the breast milk from the freezer bag into the bottle and not into his coffee this time. He's only made that mistake once (fine, maybe twice, and he kind of liked how sweet it tasted but he's never gonna tell anyone), but he suspects Amy's never gonna let him live it down. He gets Aspirin from the medicine cabinet while he waits, and puts a couple of slices of toast in the toaster. His own day feels already pretty much beyond saving, but at least maybe he can improve Amy's.

Though, when she stumbles out of the bedroom, still in her pajamas with her huge glasses and hair on end and looking like she's either seconds from being sick or going straight back to sleep, he worries whether she might just be beyond saving, too.

“How are you feeling?” He asks as she gives him one drained look before walking up to the couch and face-planting on it with another pained groan.

“I think I might be dead.”

“That's called a hangover, babe. I think you used to be familiar with the concept once upon a time, but I guess it's been a while.” Jake grins at Mac, who only reaches his chubby hands out for the bottle out in response. “Toast?”

“Do I have to?”

“It's going to help.”

“Fine.” Amy pushes her head off the pillow to look at Mac. “He's not drinking the milk I pumped yesterday, right?”

“I poured that out for you. I know they say moderate amounts of alcohol are fine, but, well, you were speaking British.”

“Good call,” Amy mumbles as he puts the coffee, aspirin, and toast down in front of her. “See, this is why I married you.”

Jake just hums, but he does smile to himself as he goes to grab his own cup of coffee.

“I wish I could call in sick to work today,” Amy says between bites of toast, and Jake looks up from where he’s absentmindedly brushing crumbs off the countertop while finishing his own. “My head feels like it’s going to explode.”

“I mean, you did very much go through contractions while managing an entire precinct during a blackout once. You could think about that?”

“No, this is worse than giving birth,” she states confidently, and Jake has to try very hard not to laugh. “Don’t tell my past self I said that. Or my future self if I ever give birth again.”

“Yeah.” He grimaces. “I’m pretty terrified to go, too.”

“Why?”

“Because yesterday? All of it?”

“Ohh.” Amy sighs. “Right. Maybe we should both just stay home.”

Jake’s about to tell her how much he wishes that was an option when Mac drops the finished bottle against the tray, immediately starting to twist in his seat. Jake unclasps the belt and lifts him out before he manages to rock the chair – that kid’s shockingly strong – and Mac immediately crawls away towards the walker. He doesn’t use it to move yet, but he’s been pulling himself up with it for over a month, and the anticipation is high every time he lets go with one hand only to sit back down on his booty the next second. Sometimes Jake could swear his son does it for attention. At least Mac doesn’t seem to have inherited his impulsivity, Jake thinks, and then he’s back to beating himself up in his head.

“I just don’t know why I did it,” he mutters as he sits down on the floor next to Amy’s head on the couch. She nods slowly, and Jake takes it as a sign she might actually be able to listen to him now. “I should know better, right? These are, like... the kind of mistakes I used to make. I thought I’d gotten better at this kind of stuff. Smarter. Less impulsive. Less of a bad cop. But instead I arrested and tailed an innocent man, all because I thought I had a gut feeling and thought I was being set up.” He shakes his head. “I guess that FBI jerk was right about gut feelings.”

“You’re a great detective,” Amy says without missing a beat. “A lot of the time, your gut feeling is right.”

“That doesn’t excuse it. I still shouldn’t have done it.”

“No.” Amy sighs. “You shouldn’t have.”

“It sucked.”

“Yeah. It did. But there’s nothing you can do to change it now.”

“Do you think I’m a bad person for it?” The question comes flying out of him, and Amy frowns.

“Why would I think that?”

“Because it was a shit move! And because I’m definitely gonna get suspended for it, and that’s going to lose us money. And then we’re not going to be able to save as much for Mac, or pay for his baby music class or baby gymnastics. And then he’s going to end up broke and untalented and it’ll all be my fault, and then you’ll be ashamed of me and leave me and I’ll die sad and alone in a ditch.”

“And you don’t think you’re spiraling just slightly right now?” Amy asks. The smile on her lips is one of amusement, and it humbles him, bringing him out of his cycle of self-pity.

“I don’t know. I didn’t get a ton of sleep last night.”

“I don’t think you’re a bad person,” she says, and that does make him feel a bit better. “I think you made a really stupid mistake. There's no getting away from that. I’m not happy about it. But… I know you'll take responsibility for it. That’s already a whole lot further than a lot of people care to go.”

Her fingers brush through her hair, calming him as she speaks. The hangover has made her voice a little scratchy, Jake notices when she's this close. It reminds him of mornings after long evenings out before they were parents, a time that always feels far longer ago than it was. Sometimes he thinks everything before Mac might as well be another lifetime.

“And we'll work it out if you do get suspended,” Amy continues, talking over the obnoxious melody playing from a toy Mac has found. “It's not great, of course. But we can save lots of money on daycare if you stay home with Mac. That helps.”

“Like a paternity leave,” Jake says. He does like that thought.

“Oh yeah.” Amy laughs. “You’ll be just like one of those hip Scandinavian dads who get to stay home with their kids because they live in countries where they don’t hate people for having kids. And you two can go to all of the cool classes and playdates together. You’d be the sexiest dad at baby swim class for sure.”

“Wouldn’t I also be one of the only ones?”

“Good point. Make sure to mention your wife a lot. But hey, Mac’s going to love it.”

As if wanting to confirm Amy’s point, Mac crawls over to Jake and tries to climb up on his knees to sit in his lap. He does this sometimes when he’s playing on his own; retreats to their arms for a hug or a quick cuddle, only to try and wriggle out of their grip and go back to whatever it is he’s doing in the next moment. Jake thinks it might be one of their son’s sweetest qualities. Mac rests his head against Jake’s chest, almost hugging him like that, and he wonders, not for the first time, how a person that’s not even one year of age can make every other issue in the world seem so insignificant. Even if it's just for a moment, it's a pretty damn good moment.

Fueled by the most powerful motivation of all – their son’s love and attention – Amy sits down on the floor too, patting her knees.

“You want to come to mama, Mac?”

Mac squirms for a moment in Jake's arms, and Jake lets go of him. Using the couch as support, for a second it looks like he’s almost about to take a step toward her. Both parents gasp in anticipation, and it must confuse him, because he reacts by giving Amy a shocked look and sitting right back down on his butt. Jake laughs as their son crawls away again, heading for the soft building blocks outside the playpen.

“He's such a tease.”

“He gets that from you,” Amy says, and Jake huffs in mock-offense. “Are you sure we shouldn't just stay home from work?”

Jake thinks of his upcoming meeting with Holt. He's been fearing it for so many hours now, and he's starting to wonder if the anxious anticipation might just not be worse than the meeting itself. He already knows what he has to do; the only thing left is to rip off the band-aid.

“I don't think it will make anything better if we don't.”

“Yeah.” Amy sighs, closing her eyes and leaning on his shoulder. “I love you.”

“Love you too. And you should probably shower and put on makeup unless you want everyone to know exactly how hungover you are.”

“I know you're right, and I hate it.”

Jake grins and strokes her hair before getting up from the floor. “I’ll go get Mac ready for the day.”

“Jake?” Amy calls out before he can leave for the nursery with Mac in his arms, and he turns around. Her voice is still a little hoarse.

“Yeah?”

“It's going to be okay, babe. We’ll figure it out.”

Jake brushes his fingers through Mac’s already unruly curls. He thinks of playground dates, the storytime for toddlers their library holds every Wednesday, and how much time he’ll have to make sure Mac says his name first now. Then he thinks of the bigger image; of daring to set a good example for this child, even when it's hard. If he wants the world to be a better place for his son, he's going to have to start by taking responsibility for his own actions.

“Yeah. I know.”

For the first time that day, he dares to believe it.

#my writing #b99 #b99 fic #i put / bc tumblr doesn't do line breaks anymore clearly #anyway. this is late and not my best it's been a Week but i really wanted to write something so. here is Something <3

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captaincartervalues · 4 years

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My Stubborn Alien (for the fic title thing)

“Jus truuusst me, Lena thi- thisis a greaaat idea!” Kara empathically waves her hands.

“Kara, you’re drunk and this is most definitely not a good idea.” Lena replies matter of factly.

“Imnot drunk. Yooou’re drunk.”

Lena shakes her head at her girlfriend in exasperation.

“N Ssure it is! S’its what the peeople want. ANd it’s gunna be gREAt for ma image! No more ‘Oh Supergirl’s sooo uptight’ or ‘Oh Supergirl is toooo muchofa goodie tooshoes’ or ‘out of touch with the people’!” Kara airquotes.

Lena raises her eyebrows and tries to conceal her smirk.

“Imma be hip! Imma be wit da people, LenAa!” Kara reaches out to boop Lena’s nose as she’s making her last point. “Supergirl is CoOl Ssupergurl is sFun! Thhiss is gonna show everyone that. Okay? Okay.”

“Does this have something to do with the article Andrea had William publish this week?” Lena asks gently.

“NooOoo.”

“So this has nothing to do with her saying Supergirl isn’t the kind of hero you wanna have a drink with?” Lena presses.

“Uhh noo.” Kara insists defiantly. “It’s about the gAys!” Kara comes up with.

“What?” Lena laughs out.

“Nia said Tiktok is on the rage and the gays love it! And I wannabe something the gays love toooo” Kara points out.

“Darling, I’m pretty sure the gays already love you...”

“Yeeaaaahh BUT do they knooow I love them back?! Isdunno... Isss why I need Tikstok!” Kara exclaims as if her reasoning is flawless.

Lena looks at the innocent face on her drunk girlfriend and knows they’re going to be in trouble tomorrow. “There’s no talking you out of this right now, is there?”

“NOpe!” Kara smiles triumphantly.

Lena sighs as she acquiesces “Fine.”

Kara jumps up and down with exuberance.

“But I’m not taking any of your complaints when you regret this tomorrow.”

———

Kara wakes up with a decent hangover, which wouldn’t be so bad, if she didn’t also wake up to an empty bed and no Lena to snuggle.

With a pouty face and her eyes half closed, Kara glacially shuffles out towards the kitchen and freshly made coffee. Although, she quickly realizes her and Lena aren’t alone this morning when she hears a whispered conversation.

“Alex? What are doing here so early?” Kara inquires as she excitedly spots the donuts her sister must have brought over.

“Oh you know just catching up with my future sister-in-law about how your night was.” Alex says sharply.

Kara brushes past the sister-in-law comment and looks skeptically at Alex as she eats her second donut. “It was fine. Pretty low key.” Kara says with her mouth full.

Alex scoffs “LOWkey?! Mmm and how much of it do you remember there, Kar?”

Kara looks to Lena with questioning eyes but Lena won’t quite look at her as she chuckles behind her coffee cup. “Most of it...I mean I don’t really remember going to bed once we got home but -”

Lena bursts out laughing at Kara’s unassuming admission.

“This isn’t funny, Lena.” Alex chastises.

“I mean it kind of is, Alex. Come on, it wasn’t that bad in the end” Lena argues.

Kara cuts Alex off before she can argue back “What wasn’t that bad?”

“Oh why don’t we just show you superstar!” Alex quips.

Lena takes pity on Kara’s still confused face and pats the seat on the couch next to her “You’re gonna want to sit down for this one, honey.”

Kara takes the offered seat as Lena hands her phone over to Kara after opening the Tiktok app. Kara’s mouth immediately drops when she sees herself in her Supergirl suit on the screen.

“Oh no!” Kara gasps.

“Oh YES.” Alex digs. “Go on, press play.”

Kara presses play and immediately regrets it as she watches herself stare back with ‘sexy’ eyes and lick her lips before lip syncing:

“I wanna put you in 7 positions for 70 minutes. You get it babe. You got a lot on your mind and I want to ease it up and lick it and slip it in. You do a light scream on the ice cream when I scoop it and dip it in.”

“Oh. My. Rao.” Kara groans as she presses pause to stop the video. “Why am I seducing the camera in my Supergirl suit?”

“That’s a great question, isn’t it Kara?” Alex jabs sarcastically. “Lena?”

“You said it was trendy and that the TikTok gays would appreciate it.” Lena offers.

“Why didn’t you stop me??” Kara whines.

“I tried!” Lena defends. “You told me it was homophobic and a hate crime not to post it!”

“I am never drinking Vahorian Rum again.” Kara says as she sinks into the couch.

“You said that last time.” Alex mocks.

Kara glares at her sister before attempting her patented optimism. “Okay, so I made a TikTok as Supergirl last night. At least it’s just this one video with only - um” Kara checks the phone “3.6 million views...”

Kara sighs, “It could be worse.”

Alex and Lena exchange a knowing look and Kara’s eyes go wide.

“I made MORE than one video?!?” Kara postures.

“Try like six.” Alex huffs disapprovingly.

“Oh Rao!”

“Weeelllll, she only posted six...” Lena adds.

“OH RAO!” Kara groans. “Show them all to me now.”

The three of them proceed to watch all of Kara’s drunkenly produced TikToks from the night before.

“Ayyyoooooo bisexual check!”

Kara doesn’t even know how she manages to roll the sleeves and pants of her supersuit but she watches herself do it before putting a beanie and chucks on, grabbing her ukele, and topping it off by replacing her cape with a bisexual flag.

“I don’t even have a bisexual flag!” Kara blurts.

“You do now.” Alex points to it draped over the dining table.

Kara looks at Lena baffled.

“You said it was ‘essential’, yelled ‘brb’, and came back with the flag and some candy before I could open my mouth.” Lena explains.

Kara sighs and scrolls to the next video.

“Ayyyoooooo everyone thinks my cousin is hot check!”

This video turns out to be just Kara rolling her eyes and shaking her head with embarrassment in front of a bunch of pictures of Kal in his Superman suit. Most of the comments on the video are either ‘well they ain’t wrong doe’ or ‘not as hot as you Supergirl’ and Kara isn’t sure which she hates more.

The next one starts with Kara and Lena standing next to and looking at each other with background music and the caption ‘whenever Lex tries to take over the world’ and ends with them not missing a beat as they turn towards the camera and lip sync:

“What kind of fuckery is this?”

“Okay this one is kind of funny.” Kara cautiously proclaims.

“Yeah I liked that one too.” Lena admits with a smile.

“Should have said ‘whenever Lex does anything’.” Alex corrects. They all burst out laughing at that.

With the mood slightly lightened, Kara scrolls to the next video.

“Ayyyoooooo jawline check!”

Kara is already cringing again as she anticipates watching herself show off her jawline but is surprised when the camera flips to Lena rolling her eyes as Kara’s hand turns her head to its profile to hype up her girlfriend’s impeccable jawline.

“I’m so sorry” Kara says sheepishly.

“It’s okay, babe.” Lena reassures her as she presses a quick kiss to Kara’s lips.

“I mean...Lena’s jawline was made for this trend sooo...” Alex concedes.

Lena rolls her eyes again as Kara shrugs, “She’s not wrong, babe.”

“Yeah, yeah. Just watch the last one you posted because it’s Alex’s and mine’s favorite.” Lena says as she and Alex laugh in anticipation.

“Oh no.” Kara sighs before scrolling.

Music plays as she watches stock images of Superman, the Flash, and the Arrow pop up before Kara appears and lip syncs the last line with a cocky grin:

“These boys ain’t shit.”

“Oh my - Lena! How could you let me post theeeese?” Kara tries again.

“Listen,” Lena starts “you’re very stubborn when you’re drunk and it took everything I had to keep you from posting the other videos!”

“Do I even want to know?” Kara questions.

“I do!” Alex says taking a little too much enjoyment in Kara’s suffering.

Lena pulls out another phone.

“At least you guys were smart enough to use one of Supergirl’s burner phones and not your personal phones.” Alex says.

Lena tosses Alex a side eye. “Do I look stupid to you?” Lena asks rhetorically. “I also added extra layers of encryption to the app and the phone just in case.”

“Well I don’t know! You were stupid enough to fall in love with this idiot.” Alex mumbles as she points toward Kara.

“Normally I would be offended, but after last night, you might have a point.” Kara says.

Lena pulls up the the drafts she refused to let Kara post.

The first one is Kara floating with Lena in her arms in a bridal carry and the caption ‘when you save Lena Luthor from an attack’. Kara is looking at Lena before she turns to the camera and lip syncs:

“I think. You know. Where this about to go.”

Drunk Kara added some eyebrow raises and a wink before kissing Lena at the end.

“Okay it’s probably a really good thing you didn’t let me post this.” Kara admits.

“You think?!” Alex chastises.

Kara clicks on another video in the drafts to avoid Alex’s judgmental gaze.

This video is Kara and Lena standing in from of the camera facing each other as Kara lip syncs to her:

“You say we’re just friends....”

Kara smiles and pans to the camera. “But friends don’t know the way you taste.”

Kara smirks as Lena’s mouth drops and she goes to stop the recording immediately.

“OHkay I did not need to see that last one, Lena!” Alex complains.

“You asked for it.” Lena shrugs.

“She’s right. You did.” Kara backs up her girlfriend.

Alex glares at them both. “You two are lucky no one pieced together where you were or who you are!” Alex scolds as she points at Kara.

“I think it helped that Supergirl and I have a known working friendship.” Lena admits. “No one questioned why she was drunk and with me.”

“What has been the overall reaction to these?” Kara inquires.

“Honestly, it’s been mostly positive with most fans loving the content and an inside look at playful Supergirl.” Lena explains.

“Though there have been some critics questioning why a hero would get drunk at all with the responsibilities you have.” Alex levels. “And some negative responses from parents about the appropriateness of some of the content.”

Kara sighs resigned to the damage she has done.

“But. On the positive side, you were right!” Lena adds with encouragement.

Kara tilts her head quizzically.

“The gays LOVED it and they loved that they now definitively have a shot because you like girls!” Lena teases.

“Oh Rao! I can not believe Supergirl came out as bisexual on TikTok! Kate got an incredibly well written and thoughtful article on what it means to her and the world that Batwoman is gay and I got thirst traps! THIRST TRAPS!” Kara groans.

Alex shakes her head and Lena tries to hold back her laughter.

“I can’t believe you let me do this, Lena!”

“Hey, I told you it’s not my fault! You’re one stubborn alien when drunk.”

“But I’m your stubborn alien and you’re responsible for me.” Kara counters with a whine.

Lena sighs as she takes Kara into her arms. “You are my stubborn alien...with a drunken propensity for thirst traps.”

———

Kara embraces her drunken mistakes and utilizes her newly created TikTok fame to connect with the people and kids of National City on a more human level. She does PSAs and educational material in her videos as well as more lighthearted fun ones that people love.

She also managed to convince her superfriends to be in videos with her. The most liked videos on her page are the ‘flip the switch’ videos she’s done with the other heroes where the light goes off and they swap costumes. It started with Dreamer when Nia told her about it and convinced her to do it. Then Kara got Barry to do one (pretty easily) and then Sara, Killer Frost, J’onn, Mia, Constantine, and even Kate (after a lot of convincing). She also roped Kal into doing one with her old suit so he ended up in a skirt. That one is definitely her fav.

Generally, Supergirl’s official account has veered aware from making any more thirst traps, but that doesn’t seem stop other creators from making raunchy thirst traps about Supergirl.

Though, after some time and much convincing from Lena, Kara releases the last video in her drafts from that first drunken night.

“They say drunk words are sober thoughts” a sober Supergirl says as she shrugs and the video cuts to the clip of her drunk sprawled out upside down on the couch “Women are just like...sooooo HOT”

A lot of women liked that post.

#my stubborn alien #give me a title and i give you #a ridiculous fic i had too much fun writing #supergirl #supercorp #lena luthor #kara danvers #supercrack #my fic #anon aks #ask me stuff

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summer love with jungkook

pairing: jungkook x reader

requested?: no (this is my first post!!)

warnings: none my love

requests are: open

every time i look at jungkook the thought of a summer love with him crosses my mind

there wasn’t one morning where jungkook didn’t call you and say “what’s the plan for today baby?”

he’d normally call at like 11 am, but if he called at 1 pm you knew he was up the night before playing overwatch or something

all of his windows were down when he drove, the sunroof was open too

the feeling of the warmth of summer made him feel so good

sooo many of his shirts have been left behind at your place

many mornings would feature you two making out in bed and him whining “just one more, just one more” whenever you attempted to get out of bed

you laughed at his slightly swollen lips when you brushed your teeth together in your bathroom

speaking of being in his car

jungkook loved it when he’d turn his head to see you sat in the passenger seat, looking out the window and enjoying the view passing by

his hand would rub your thigh tenderly, so grateful for you

he liked fixing your hair if it was messy from all the wind blowing in

“this is all your fault” you pouted, “i’m sorry baby” he’d giggle, leaning in and pressing a sweet kiss onto your lips before carrying on with fixing your hair

you always took little videos of each other on your phones

you have a video on your phone from when you two went to the outlets to shop around

jungkook had gotten a soft pretzel from the food court

he was taking a bite of his pretzel when you came up to him with your front camera on, and he kissed your temple when he saw you were recording

also he just wanted to give you a kiss :(

there’s a disney store at your local outlets

you and jungkook always stop by there because its such a cute store how could you not!!

you have a photo of him right when he pulled the pull-string of a woody doll, a smile on his face when woody said ‘howdy partner!’

he was looking at you with such a big smile :(

you also have a photo of him holding your hand while he was taking a nap in your bed

he has a video of you in a meadow picking flowers

and another video of you putting said flowers in his hair

this meadow is a place where you and jungkook spent a lot of your summer

it was about a half hour drive from where you lived

it was adorned with flowers such as daffodils, buttercups, and some daisies

jungkook played music on his phone while you two laid down underneath a tree in the shade, talking about anything and everything

or making out

sometimes you would just lay there, eyes closed as you listen to the trees rustle in the breeze and the birds chirped, wrapping in jungkook’s embrace

it was really peaceful

times like these jungkook and you would poor out your deepest, most sincere feelings for one another

he’d use his elbow to prop himself up, his palm holding his head as he looked down at you, nothing but love in his eyes

you looked like an angel

you’re his angel

“you’re the only one i want to love in this world” he told you

you smiled so big at that, pulling him down by his shirt and connecting your lips with his

your summer days would either start or end at that meadow

even if it didn’t start or end there, you two always found yourselves under the same tree nearly every day

jungkook sleeps shirtless in the summer

and he likes when your fingertips run up and down his biceps

at night, if you two are together, he likes laying down on your chest

your arms around him, a hand in his hair

he rubs your back if you’re laying on him

on some crisp, cool summer nights, you and jungkook head out to the meadow and lay in the actual meadow itself

if you’re sitting up, his head is on your shoulder

going stargazing was magical

jungkook reached over for your hand, soon placing soft kisses on your knuckles and fingertips while you talked

one night you were in the meadow and the sky started turning into a light pink, purplish color

you looked at the time and saw it was 5:48 am

jungkook and you lost track of time when you were together

you giggled like school kids when you were up late

the little giggle he did when you booped his nose :(

“do it again” he said, the grass you two were laying on tickling his skin

you booped his nose again and his giggle made you :)

if you were over at his place for the night, jungkook would order a pizza and turn on something on netflix

you two ended your nights together in bed beside one another

sometimes you would talk, others you would watch a show, but most times you spoke until you fell asleep

if you fell asleep first jungkook would press a soft kiss on your cheek and whisper “goodnight baby, i love you” before reaching over and turning off the light, snuggling beside you

at the meadow you and jungkook faced one another in the grass

your fingertips brushed against his cheek

he turned his head and placed kisses on your palm, one of his favorite things to do :(

jungkook then leaned forward, kissing your lips as his hands ran up and down your waist

he would then roll on top of you, making you chuckle and nudge his shoulder

“you’re so annoying” you teased, only to hear him laugh

such a pure, summer love

#jungkook #bts #jungkook imagine #jeon jungkook #jungkook bts #bts hc #bts x reader #bts imagine #jungkook x reader #jeon jungkook imagine #jeon jungkook x reader #bts jungkook

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dissoluteways · 3 years

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positions - Chapter II

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Chapter I / Chapter II

PAIRING: Hyuk/OC RATING: PG WARNINGS: Office AU. WORDCOUNT: 7350

Notes: Wanted to post this yesterday but my internet stopped working again -_- but here is chapter two! i’m so happy with this whole fic tbh, the longest slow burn i ever wrote. This chapter is still PG, but get ready for more guys c:

When it was monday, she almost forgot it was PR day, until it was actually time to go and check the new products. As soon as she got up from her seat in the office, Sanghyuk noticed and got up as well, walking right behind her when she exited the room.

She breathed in deeply, like she always did, before walking into the PR room.

Surprisingly, the delivery guy didn’t actually say anything, other than hello. She blinked when he started unloading the boxes on the usual table, without saying a word. Not even looking at her. She looked at Sanghyuk for whatever reason, like she was looking for an expression similar to hers, but he looked just like usual, normal. She blinked again, looking around to see if it was actually Monday or if she was still dreaming or something.

Hakyeon was just walking by outside the room, and decided to walk in at that moment.

“Can you write the usual down, Sanghyuk?”

“Yep.” He nodded, taking his phone out.

She approached Hakyeon, walking hurriedly to him and getting really close to whisper in his ear.

“Am I dreaming, or are we really here at work?”

“What?” Hakyeon eyed her, confused. “What are you talking about?”

“That guy. He didn’t say anything inappropriate to me today.”

Hakyeon looked over her shoulder at the same time she did. Said guy was actually unloading the PR boxes in a hurry.

Everything was bizarre. He was annoying her just the past monday. What happened that made him give up in just a week?

“Interesting.” Commented Hakyeon, still staring at him.

“What?”

“Nothing.”

She knew he was seeing something she wasn’t. She turned to look, the delivery guy was leaving, after unloading all the boxes, in what surely was a record time. Sanghyuk was checking all the boxes, and noticed she was looking. He beamed at her and she almost tripped on her own two feet.

Hakyeon looked at her with a knowing look. She hit him on the shoulder.

She kept on wondering what was going on until later that day, when all she had in mind was hunger and actually getting home. Mondays were always a mess; she wanted to leave as soon as possible.

Sanghyuk usually left five minutes before she did, only because she took five minutes extra to prepare herself and check to see if she wasn’t forgetting anything, before walking out.

But as soon as she stepped out of her office, Sanghyuk was standing there, with his phone in his hand as he scrolled through whatever app he had opened.

“Hey, what are you doing here?” She asked, eyeing him curiously.

“Waiting.” He looked at her, mimicking her expression.

“For what?”

“You.”

His voice made his answer sound like it was obvious. She looked at him confused.

“You said you walk home alone every night.”

It took a while until his words actually settled in her head.

“Sanghyuk, you don’t have to-”

“Noona, I will argue with you if I have to, but I am walking you home.”

His face was completely calm, with a small smile on his lips, it was incredibly unnerving; she felt a chill going down her spine, and she hoped she wasn’t blushing. Once again.

“I didn’t tell you I walk home alone just to make you walk with me.” She told him, as she started walking down the hall towards the elevators.

“I know.”

They walked into the elevator just in time, and she turned just in time to see the grin on his face. He looked at her in that moment, and they exchanged smiles.

To her surprise, Sanghyuk kept accompanying her to her place during the rest of the week after that. On Tuesday she told him once again, he didn’t actually have to do that. He didn’t pay attention, and continued to wait for her each day.

She enjoyed it so much, the little attention he was giving her. The small crush she used to have on him, was obviously and inevitably turning into more because he didn’t deserve less than that. He was nice and polite and very considerate; she hoped to god he didn’t have any invalidating flaws. Maybe he just liked pineapple on pizza or something like that.

Hakyeon walked into her office on Thursday, looking a little concerned. And he closed the door after he came in. Which he never did before.

“What’s the matter?” She looked at him, worried. She closed her laptop once she had a glimpse of the look on his face.

“Sanghyuk scolded me for letting you walk home alone the other night.”

“What?”

“A woman shouldn’t be walking home alone, that’s what he said.” Hakyeon sounded exasperated, but somehow happy.

“I don’t understand shit.”

“We ran into each other at lunch yesterday,” Hakyeon sat down across her, his voice low. “Told me he ran into you on friday and that he couldn’t believe I let you go home alone.”

She blinked.

“That’s not scolding.”

“You didn’t see the look on his face.”

“Well I can’t say he’s wrong.” Her face flushed a little, and she looked down at her phone, feigning distraction.

“You didn’t tell me he walked you home.”

“Hakyeon, you’re not my mom!” Her face was red and she tried not to laugh at how funny and ridiculous the situation was.

They stared at each other for a while, almost defiantly.

“We’ll see.”

He stood up abruptly and walked out as loudly as he could; Sanghyuk looked at him funny and confused as he passed by in front of him.

“What?” She yelled back at him. What he said didn’t actually make any sense.

She would have most definitely told him about Sanghyuk had he not told her a few days ago he wanted both of them to hook up and that he was going to make a plan. She loved him but he was going to ruin everything.

“Is everything okay?” Sanghyuk popped up suddenly, interrupting her thoughts. He looked confused; she was probably making faces.

“Yeah, it’s just…” She sighed loudly, trying to find the right word.

“Hakyeon-hyung can be a little intense.” Sanghyuk smiled, sympathetically.

“I can’t imagine having him as a teacher.” She commented, knowing well that Sanghyuk had him as a dancing mentor.

“He’s just as intense as you know him, but sometimes he has that smile where you know he can kill you because you’re doing something wrong.” He replied with a grin on his face.

“Oh yeah, I’ve only seen that smile twice in my life.” She leaned back on her chair to fully look at him. “Regretted it ever since.”

He chuckled, looking at her in the eye. She returned his gaze, smiling back.

Sanghyuk was really cute; she noticed that all the time, he still had a very much baby face. The rest of his body though, was definitely manly, with broad shoulders and muscular thighs.

She still only wanted to boop his nose.

She looked down after a few seconds, a little embarrassed. Sanghyuk only smiled wider.

It was rutinary by then that she and Sanghyuk just simply walked out of the office together at the end of the day, he didn’t wait for her outside anymore. Some of the girls down the edition department started asking her on friday if they were dating, and if not, if they could have his number. She obviously denied it, but refused to give them his number under the pretext she was more professional than that and they should ask him themselves. Somehow it worked.

That, though, put into perspective that Sanghyuk was far more attractive than she realized. She obviously thought he was handsome, but everyone else considered him handsome AND hot.

“With all that muscle and height, he’s obviously a catch.” Hakyeon commented when they had lunch that friday. “Some guys at the studio are also, very much gay for him too.”

She frowned. Sanghyuk was so nice to her. But maybe he was also nice to everyone else the same way.

“Sanghyuk,” She said, casually, on that friday evening, when they were walking to her place. “Are you dating anyone?”

He looked at her, taken aback. She was about to tell him, he didn't have to answer if he was uncomfortable, but she didn't get the chance before he replied.

“No. I don’t really have the time for that.” He said, his voice apathetic.

Well. That was something she didn’t particularly think about.

“But I kind of like someone.”

“Oh?” She said without thinking.

“I mean, I do like her.” He was blushing a little bit. It was cute but at the same time it hurt her a bit. “But I don’t think she looks at me the way I look at her.”

“What do you mean?” She didn’t really mean to pry, but it was more powerful than her.

“She’s more focused… on her work?” It was like he wasn’t sure of what to say exactly. She didn’t get that.

But she certainly got that he liked someone else.

“What about you, noona? Dating someone?”

“Oh, no.” She replied right away, thinking about the last time she actually dated. A million years ago.

“I guess someone else would be walking you home if that was the case.” He smiled at her.

“Maybe, I still like walking with you though.” She returned his smile, softly elbowing him on the side, affectionately.

His smile turned into a grin as they reached her building’s block.

“Sanghyuk, where do you live?” She asked when he was about to turn and leave, after reaching the stairs from her building.

“Why?”

“I just want to know.”

He didn’t say anything for a couple of seconds. What could possibly be making him doubt his answer? Maybe she made him uncomfortable.

“I live about ten blocks from here.”

“Where?” She was surprised that he lived so far away. “I mean, is it around-”

“It’s the opposite direction from here.” He pointed to the usual way he took after walking her to her apartment. Which was the exact direction they were coming from.

She stood there, perplexed, staring at Sanghyuk like he was crazy.

“Sanghyuk-”

“Don’t worry about it, noona.” He smiled at her sweetly. “I walk you home because I want to.”

She tried to argue with him more, to make him stop doing it if it meant he was even further away from home, but he was quick in turning around and saying goodbye so she didn’t get a chance.

It was impossible he was that nice. Why would he do that? He said he liked someone. Yet he was starting to give her hope with his actions and she couldn’t ignore it. Everything was confusing and she didn’t want to overthink.

She met up with Hakyeon and Taekwoon that weekend, on a saturday night, at their apartment. And she told them about it. She needed to, it was annoying not to confide in anyone, even when Hakyeon was a bit annoying.

“At least we know it’s a she.” Hakyeon said.

She frowned, confused.

“It’s a woman.”

Oh.

“What are you gonna do about it?” He asked.

“Nothing.”

“What?”

“What can I do?” She asked. If he liked someone else, was there any option? She didn’t mind things being like this. “At least I can have a friendly professional relationship with him now.”

Both Hakyeon and Taekwoon stared at her for a solid minute.

“What?”

“I didn’t think she was this dense.” Taekwoon commented, more to Hakyeon than to her.

“Don’t talk like I’m not here.” She sighed, exasperated. “What do you suggest?”

“He keeps walking you home?” Hakyeon asked, and she nodded. “Let him do that for some time. I’m sure that’s gonna do some magic.”

She wasn’t going to argue with that.

Sanghyuk’s company was really comforting. She really appreciated that. Sometimes she had a hard time meeting and getting along with new people, but he was so easy-going, there wasn’t any trouble.

She let her face fall into her hands. Damn, she was really into him.

She eyed Sanghyuk from her seat, with her face behind her laptop’ screen, from her office, on Monday morning. He was really focused on his own computer’ screen. And she felt like a teenager, looking at her crush from a distance. His face really changed when he was working, he was completely serious. It was really hot.

It was a habit by that point to stare at him from her office, she had been doing that almost every day. So she was a bit surprised when he suddenly looked back at her. She jolted, taken aback, not knowing if she should just pretend to look away; but he decided for her when he smiled brightly.

The fact that it was incredibly unprofessional to have a relationship with someone you worked with, plus Sanghyuk’s confession that he actually liked someone else; made everything really difficult. She liked him more than she should, she was aware she was falling in love. The circumstances weren’t ideal though, and it didn’t help he seemed to be really fucking nice to her.

Sanghyuk walked into her office later that day, just at the same time she was about to walk out, it was inevitable they bumped into each other.

“Sorry, noona!” Sanghyuk exclaimed, kneeling down so as to pick the files and paper she dropped. “I mean, boss…”

“It’s fine, Sanghyuk.” She said, crouching down as well to help him.

He didn’t see her when she did though, and when he got up in a rapid move, he clashed with her head this time, with his own head.

With her heels it was hard to keep balance, especially when she was kneeling down, so she couldn’t help falling to the side when Sanghyuk bumped his head with hers. At least she was wearing pants that day.

“Noona!” He cried, louder and with a higher voice this time. “Shit, I’m sorry. Sorry...”

She couldn’t really react as fast as he did, only to move her hand to rub her forehead, where she bumped her head, but he quickly grabbed that hand, and offered his other one to help her stand.

“I’m sorry for saying shit, as well…”

“It’s fine, Sanghyuk,” She repeated, trying not to laugh at the whole situation.

She grabbed the other hand he offered her, and stood up slowly, trying to keep her balance as she settled up with her shoes. Once she was up and well, she focused on their hands, connected, staring intensely.

“Wow, your hands are really big.”

“What?” Sanghyuk asked, confused.

She didn’t say anything, only focusing on his hands. She knew they were big, but now she could contrast them with her own. And they were huge. And also incredibly soft.

“Are you alright, noona?” Sanghyuk asked after a while.

She was still looking at his hands, and he probably asked because it was all she was doing. But Sanghyuk’s hands were really nice.

She looked up though, and his face was really close to hers, looking concerned. He was so close, actually, that she could see every little eyelash. And every little freckle he had on his face (just a couple, his skin was otherwise, immaculate), and his eyebrows, and his soft lips, and his cute nose.

“Noona.” His voice kind of distracted her from observing the rest of his face, but she looked at him in the eye instead.

His eyes were soft, focusing only on her, and she was positive her entire face was red just by the way he was looking at her.

Neither of them said one word though, she didn’t actually dare to speak, but she noticed Sanghyuk had swallowed loudly, for whatever reason. And he was also starting to flush, the tips of his ears getting red faster than any other part.

There was a knock on the main door, the one connecting Sanghyuk’s desk to the corridor. She pulled away abruptly, startled and a little scared. But he still looked at her, with a more relaxed expression this time, before he stepped away a little to see who was knocking.

She stayed there, frozen, confused.

The way he was looking at her. Could it be… ?

A familiar face popped up from behind her door. Jieun, from the photography department, had been a good colleague since she arrived at the company, and she greeted her with a smile.

“Unnie!”

“Hey, Jieun,” She returned her smile, signaling for her to come in.

She realized the papers and files she dropped a few minutes ago were still on the floor. Jieun looked at her, curiously.

“I… I just dropped this, sorry.” She excused, which wasn’t a lie, but it somehow felt like it was. She picked everything up in a second. “What’s up?”

“Can I talk to you for a sec?” She whispered, eyeing the door.

She looked worried, and without a second thought, she closed the door.

“What’s wrong?”

“You know the delivery guy who brings in the PR stuff?”

“Yeah…” She felt like she knew where this was going.

Jieun looked doubtful, unsure if she should even say anything.

“Is he bothering you?”

“Yes… I know he has bothered you too in the past.”

She nodded.

“Did you report him to HR, unnie?”

“No… No, I probably should have.” She felt embarrassed he went on to bother other girls, if he hadn’t already been doing that at the same time he was harassing her. “Do you need help with that? I’ll fully support you.”

“I just want him to stop bothering me.” Her expression changed a bit, like she felt a little stronger this time. “If that’s what it takes then I’ll do it.”

“Do you know if he was bothering other women?”

“I only noticed he was doing that to you…”

She thought for a second. If there were other girls, it would be easier to report him, since HR considered those cases more solid. Unfairly so, but it was what it was.

Then again, one report was all it took sometimes.

“I think we both should report him.”

Jieun looked at her with wide eyes, then nodded vehemently.

“I’ll go do it now.”

“Sounds good,” She smiled at her, warmly. “I can’t go with you. This is a personal case, HR won’t allow me.”

“I know, it’s fine, unnie.” Jieun returned her smile.

“I’ll do it later today.”

Jieun bowed ceremoniously, like she was really thankful.

“Don’t do that, it’s fine,” She tapped her shoulder gently. “Go do it, I’ll call you later.”

Jieun grinned brightly before opening the door and walking out, decisively.

Sanghyuk eyed her curiously from behind his desk.

“Can I ask what happened?”

“The douchebag delivery guy is being reported.” She said out loud, slightly angry but also really happy. “Finally.”

Sanghyuk’s eyes were wide open as he stood up and approached her.

“I’m reporting him too, later today.” She said as he put a hand on her shoulder. “Can you come with me?”

“Of course.”

He paid no mind how her voice probably broke a little when she asked him that, answering immediately. She was really thankful.

She used to think she was stronger than some guy annoying her every week; yet at the same time she knew it was stupid to feel like that, when a man wants to be a misogynistic piece of shit, there was no stopping him.

When there was half an hour left before six, the usual time everyone went home, she went to HR, with Sanghyuk walking behind her, like usual. She couldn’t walk into HR’s office with someone else to make a report like that, so Sanghyuk rubbed her back affectionately before she went in.

Strangely, Sanghyuk asked to walk right after her, and she eyed him curiously when he walked past her as she was walking out.

Once he was out, she was about to open her mouth to question him about what happened, but decided against it. Maybe it was none of her business.

“Don’t worry about it.” Sanghyuk said without any question asked, interrupting her thoughts before she could dwell on them.

She bit her lip for a while, but decided to trust his words.

The next day, she told Hakyeon about it when they were having lunch in his office. He didn’t seem surprised that guy has been bothering other women at all, which she understood. But he also didn’t seem surprised when she told him Sanghyuk also went to HR with her, but declared something, alone. Something she didn’t know what it was.

“I guess I can tell you since you’re telling me he already went to HR.” Hakyeon said, putting aside the food on his desk.

She looked at him, lost and confused.

“Sanghyuk told that guy to stay away from you.” He told her, completely serious.

“What?”

“He said he would report him to HR if he kept bothering you.”

“Are you serious?”

For some reason, that pissed her off a little. She wanted to know the full story though.

“I don’t exactly know what he told him. Just that he would report him if he didn’t leave you alone…”

She stood up, not giving it a second thought, and walked out of Hakyeon’s office, leaving some of her stuff and food behind. She heard him call her name, but she didn’t care. She wanted Sanghyuk to tell her directly what happened.

When she walked into her office, Sanghyuk was there, sweaty and with his hair slightly dishevelled. He had been working out like he usually did, but this time, that didn’t distract her.

“Sanghyuk,” She called his name, and he turned to look at her, surprised. She didn’t give him the chance to say anything. “Is it true you talked to that delivery asshole and told him to leave me alone?”

He seemed taken aback by the whole situation, confusion filling his face. It quickly changed though, and he looked completely serious suddenly.

“I did.”

“Why?”

She was annoyed. She had every right to be. Going behind her back to do that didn’t sound right. He was acting like she was more than just her boss, especially when back then, they didn’t have anything more going on. They still didn’t have anything then.

“He was bothering you.”

“Sanghyuk-”

“I told him that’s not the way to treat women,” He kept talking, his voice firm and serious. “And I was going to report him to HR if he kept harassing you. He was clearly making you uncomfortable.”

She bit her lip, and walked a little closer to him.

“Why didn’t you ask if I was okay with that?”

“I didn’t want to bother you.”

There was a moment of silence, in which they both just stared at each other. She was annoyed, yes, he had no right to threaten someone like that.

She did start feeling another emotion bubbling inside, and it was gratitude. And affection.

“I’m sorry I did it behind your back, noona.” Sanghyuk said, looking down. “But I’m not sorry I did it.”

She stood there, staring at him, with her eyebrows furrowed. She was conflicted because that particular attitude did not sit well with her. But she was grateful.

“You weren’t going to beat him up, were you?”

“Who do you think I am?” Sanghyuk chuckled a little, amused at the idea.

She sighed as she looked down.

“I’m sorry, noona. I didn’t know it was going to upset you.”

Sanghyuk had taken a few steps closer. He looked sincere, serious, and she felt like she could melt once again. It’s like his charm didn’t have an off button. Still conflicted about what happened before, but feeling very much smitten with him, she could only eye him as he walked closer.

“At least don’t do it without telling me.”

He nodded, still approaching her, only slower than before. She eyed him curiously, going back to biting her lip, as she took one small step back. He was exceptionally tall, the closer he got, the more she had to stretch her neck to look at him in the eye. She felt somewhat smaller than usual.

Everything seemed to be happening in slow motion, at least from her point of view. Sanghyuk lifted his hand and slowly brought it close to her face, softly settling his fingers on her cheek.

Her face was completely stunned, eyes wide open, she was very aware she probably looked very stupid, at the same time heat invaded her. His thumb moved towards her bottom lip, which she was still biting, and he gently caressed it, making her release it from her teeth.

Sanghyuk was looking at her in the eye the entire time, and only broke eye contact the second he tugged at her lip with his thumb, his gaze settling where his finger was touching her.

Her body jolted when the phone on Sanghyuk’s desk rang loudly, bringing her back to planet Earth. He was startled as well, moving his hand away from her face, but otherwise staying still where he was standing. They kept staring at each other, however, until the phone rang a couple of more times.

Sanghyuk moved first, walking to his desk and picking up the phone.

“Hello.” His voice spilled annoyance, and it surprised her a little. He also forgot to clarify it was her office they were calling to, something he did every time he picked the phone up.

He turned to look at her after a few seconds and held out the phone for her.

“It’s for you.”

“Oh.”

She quickly walked towards him and grabbed the phone, side-eyeing Sanghyuk as he walked past her.

“Don’t do anything stupid.” Hakyeon’s voice filled her head when she put the phone to her ear, sighing loudly. Since when has she been holding in her breath?

“I wasn’t going to.”

“You didn’t let me finish the whole story.”

She frowned, confused, until she felt Sanghyuk’s hand on her hair, pushing it back and away from her face. She quickly turned to look at him, flushing. He only looked at her for a few seconds before he grabbed his sports bag, and walked out of the room.

“Hello?” Hakyeon’s voice asked over the phone, and she almost forgot he was still on the other side of the line.

“I’ll go back now.” She said before hanging up.

For whatever reason, it sounded best if she didn’t tell Hakyeon about what just happened. She obviously told him about the discussion they had, but she wasn’t going to fire him for that, which Hakyeon seemed really glad about.

“If it makes you feel better, he didn’t actually tell me he did that.”

She looked at him, confused.

“I heard him, the other day when we were outside.”

“How come you heard him and I didn’t?”

“I guess it was more like I read his lips,” He stated, totally confident in himself. “And I saw the look on the other guy’s face when he was talking to Sanghyuk.”

Everything was confusing. Sanghyuk was obviously looking out for her with that attitude. At the same time, it seemed like something any decent guy (and there aren’t many) would do. But what happened the day before, and earlier that same day was confusing. He had looked at her a way no one has looked at her before. Or at least not in a very long time.

Didn’t he say the other day he liked someone? She hated feeling conceited, but it seemed like that someone was her. Her heart skipped a beat whenever she thought for a second the way he looked at her when his thumb tugged at her lip. She wanted more of that.

It might have been an awkward way home that day, if it wasn’t for the fact that they ran into Jieun when they were walking out the door.

“Unnie!” Jieun called her, and she turned to look at her. “HR told me they were replacing the delivery guy, and dismissing him!”

She was a bit taken aback. She expected HR to tell her something like that since she also complained.

“That’s great!”

“Apparently someone else also went in and told them they saw him harassing you?”

Gulping, she eyed Sanghyuk, who was standing just a few feet apart from them.

“I’m glad everything worked out.” She smiled, genuinely.

Jieun gave her a quick hug before thanking her again, and walking away.

Thinking about what she just told her, she took a minute before turning to Sanghyuk.

“It’s unfair they believed us once you also went forward.”

He looked at her for a second, before sighing.

“I’m sorry, noona.”

“Don’t worry,” She smiled at him comfortingly. “It has nothing to do with you.”

They started walking towards her place. She felt like she should say thank you anyway. And sorry as well. She wasn’t convinced about his attitude yet, but it helped her, and Jieun.

“Sanghyuk,” He looked at her as they walked. “Thank you for helping me.”

He seemed a bit taken aback by her words, but remained silent as she kept on speaking.

“And I’m sorry I got upset with you.”

“It’s alright, noona.” He patted her shoulder gently. “I’m sorry I upset you, as well.”

She was thankful Sanghyuk was so easy going. Conveying her feelings would somehow put her in a vulnerable position she wasn’t yet ready to take. So she settled with just nodding her head in response.

The rest of the way was calm, only exchanging frivolous words about how the rest of their day went. The tension was palpable but neither of them did anything about it.

The next few days were exactly the same. Sanghyuk never brought up those small moments of intimacy they shared; and she didn’t do it either. She was far too embarrassed to do it.

Her head kept going about the idea that maybe Sanghyuk liked her. Like her like her, not just in a boss-assistant way, or whatever.

She also wondered about how it would look if they were seen together. The rule of dating someone within the company wasn’t exactly a rule, as it has more to do with appearances than anything else. But it did look bad, especially because Sanghyuk was almost five years younger than she was.

She groaned loudly from her seat in her office, as she dropped her head on the desk. It was Friday, and the constant thinking of that rule (and Sanghyuk) worned her out.

“You ok, noona?” Sanghyuk asked, from his desk.

Sanghyuk was so sweet all the time, except when he was really all up her face. She hated him.

“I wanna go home now.”

“In three hours, we can.”

Somehow, “we” really sounded like both of them were going to her place, and she was glad he couldn’t see her face because she was blushing like hell.

She didn’t feel it was a particularly good day when it was finally time to go home, and it was raining. Pouring down raining. She looked out the window, and was at least thankful she was wearing spool boots, instead of the classic pumps or scarpins she usually wore.

“Noona.”

Sanghyuk’s voice interrupted her thoughts, and she turned to look at him. He was looking at her curiously, with his bag already in his hand and an umbrella in the other.

“Shall we get going?”

She would usually take a cab to her place if it was raining, but she didn’t want to go home alone, without Sanghyuk. She nodded, grabbing her coat and bag before walking out of her place.

The only umbrella she had was the one Sanghyuk grabbed, so they would have to share. It was a big one luckily. But he seemed to be only putting it over her head instead of in the middle, so he wouldn’t get wet either.

“The umbrella is for both of us!” She elbowed him on the side, and he bent over a little, but was clearly unaffected.

“Don’t worry, noona, I have more hoodies at home.” He replied, chuckling.

She grabbed his arm, the one holding the umbrella, and locked it with hers.

“Now you have no excuse.” She grinned.

He smiled back at her, like he was trying hard not to smile even wider. She thought it was adorable.

She did, however, feel slightly nervous being so close. Maybe he felt her heartbeat, which was really fast in that moment? She was positive she was blushing a little. It was inevitable; she blushed way more often than she’d like to admit.

“Are you doing anything this weekend?” She asked, trying to make conversation.

“I have dancing classes with Hakyeon-hyung tomorrow morning, and I also work at night.”

She didn’t forget he took dancing lessons. She’d love to see him dancing one day, she knew he was awesome at it.

“What about you, noona?” He asked, looking at her with curiosity.

“Nothing in particular, probably watching some movies or series.”

It was embarrassing to admit her life was pretty uneventful, but it was what it was. Maybe she could hang out with Hakyeon on Sunday.

“That sounds fun!”

She huffed, glaring at him playfully.

“No, really! I barely have time to watch a movie every now and then, so it does sound fun…” For some reason, his voice was kind of deflating, like he was kind of embarrassed by saying that.

“Well that’s understandable since you work and study so much.”

“I guess…”

He sounded more down than before, and she didn’t like it.

“What’s a movie you really like?” She tried to deviate the conversation back to a more light subject.

His eyes opened up adorably, and he seemed to be thinking about his answer very seriously before he spoke.

“Maybe one of the Avengers… I do like them all.”

She really tried, but couldn’t help but laugh.

“Is that too lame?” He asked, giggling.

“No, no!” She said, trying to compose herself. “It’s just really cute! Adorable actually, that you like superhero movies!”

He scratched his nose, obviously embarrassed, but she still thought it was lovely. In an attempt to make him feel better, she pat his arm, before speaking again.

“I like those movies as well, I love Endgame actually.”

“Not the best of the entire series, not gonna lie.”

“Maybe, I like all the characters in there though.”

He hummed in response.

The arm that was locked with hers tightened every time it was time to cross a street. It caught her attention the first time they crossed a street like that, but it was then the third time. Maybe he was doing it on purpose.

“What about you, noona? Favorite movie?”

“I don’t know if we have the same taste.” She was embarrassed about telling him her own favorite movie, but she did laugh, she couldn’t object much. “I love Moulin Rouge!”

“Oh, that’s a good one.” He replied, completely serious.

“You think?”

“Yeah, what they did with the music there? Completely awesome!”

“Yes!” She nearly yelled, very excited to talk more about the movie. “Love how they combine multiple songs to create a musical like that!”

The way in which Sanghyuk looked at her in that moment, with soft eyes, could utterly melt her until she was nothing but goo on the ground.

That was also the moment her legs, after resisting Sanghyuk for so long, decided to give up on her little, and she slipped. Slipped and almost fell. And it was really almost, because he was there, his arm tensing again, supporting her as he grabbed her other arm with a strong grip, not letting her fall and hit the ground.

She was dazed, confused about slipping and then being caught by Sanghyuk so fast. But he was looking at her, concerned.

“Are you alright?” He asked.

“Yeah…” She replied, looking at him in the eye. “Yeah, I’m fine. Thank you.”

He helped her stand on her feet steadily, before letting go of her arm. His gaze was still fixed on hers, and she didn’t dare to turn away until she started feeling embarrassed, so she looked down.

He must have noticed she was nervous, because he extended his arm, the one she was still holding, with a soft smile on his face, like an invitation to keep on walking. Accepting his gesture, she linked her arm with his again, returning the smile as they kept on walking.

The rain was getting worse by the minute, and they were only three blocks away from her place. But Sanghyuk lived God knows where, so she wanted to hurry just so he could make it home without catching a cold on his way back.

“Come on!” She was tugging at his arm to make him walk faster.

“You’re gonna fall for real if we start running.” Sanghyuk said, grinning mischievously, but walking faster still.

“I won’t!” She said. She only almost fell because she was looking at him and that was a weakness in that moment.

Against what was probably the wiser choice, they both started jogging down the street, with Sanghyuk giggling happily as he held the umbrella.

She felt like a kid again, laughing and trotting down the rain, getting wetter than she should because running with an umbrella was almost impossible, especially when someone else was carrying it. But Sanghyuk didn’t seem to mind though, totally enjoying himself, getting wet as well as he tried to keep up with her own pace.

They stopped when they were about to cross the street to get to her building, only a few feet away before crossing the street. They giggled all the way there, as she firmly grabbed Sanghyuk’s arm once again.

“That was fun.” She commented, as they reached the main stairs.

Sanghyuk only nodded, beaming. She pulled him in under the stairs with her, under the roof so he wouldn’t get any more drenched by the rain. His hair was a little wet, some droplets falling on his shoulder as he closed the umbrella. Her own hair was a little soaked as well; she felt bad for him though.

“Thank you again, for walking me home.”

“It’s cool.” He replied, with the same smile on his face.

His hand was on her hair then, to her surprise, gently combing it and pushing it away from her face.

She took a step back, going one step up. His hand went down slowly, and he eyed her intensely. She was a little frightened about the situation, feeling like she might be misreading everything when he was so nice to her all the time.

Not wanting to read between lines anymore, she took a deep breath before asking.

“Do you like me?”

Flustered, she tried not to break eye contact, especially when Sanghyuk raised one eyebrow, skeptical. He stayed silent for a couple of seconds, which might as well be hours for all she knew, only blinking once as he went up one step, towering over her one more time.

“Don’t you know?” He asked, voice low.

She blinked, not really following what he meant to say. His hand reached for her face this time, fingers softly stroking her cheek.

“Everything was for you.”

The hand he had on her cheek slid down her jaw, his thumb caressing her cheek, as he slowly closed the space between them.

It was like her heart stopped and there wasn’t enough air when Sanghyuk kissed her. It was just his lips pressed against hers, sweet and tender, she could melt right there. She closed her eyes after a moment of surprise, and kissed him back.

He pulled away too soon, or at least she felt like it, but remained close.

“I do like you.”

She had no idea what was going on, her brain taking a long time to register all the words he had been saying even before the kiss.

Inhaling sharply once his words settled in, and feeling encouraged after his confession, she grabbed him by his clothes and pulled him in for a kiss again.

Sanghyuk seemed to be frozen when she moved in so boldly, but quickly cupped her face with both hands, kissing her back and smiling into it; the noise of the umbrella falling from his hand to the ground not bothering them one bit. It was different from the last kiss, still gentle but slowly getting braver, and all she could think about was that it was really happening, warm delight spreading from her chest.

“I like you as well,” She said when they stopped to breathe. “A lot, actually.”

He grinned, youthfully, and planted a small kiss on her lips before pulling away.

She couldn’t help but look at him intensely with a big smile on her face. She was not ashamed at all, not when he was looking at her the same she looked at him.

Without saying anything, she slowly went up the stairs until she reached the door, still smiling as she grabbed the keys from her bag to open the door. Sanghyuk stood there, on the first step, looking at her adoringly.

She didn’t really want that moment to end. If she could she would spend forever kissing him.

Having already opened the door, she dropped her bag on the floor, turning around to face Sanghyuk once again. He had already grabbed the umbrella and had turned away, but looked her way when he heard the sound of her bag plonking, just in time when she went all the way down the stairs and basically threw herself at him.

Sanghyuk barely faltered, dropping the umbrella again and wrapping his arms around her waist when she kissed him. She wanted to make the most out of that moment, and Sanghyuk seemed happy to oblige, kissing her back just as intensely. She hummed when he squeezed her sides, feeling deliciously small by the way he was holding her.

Neither one of them wanted it to end, and she could feel how eager he was when she pulled away, and he went on to kiss her cheek, her jaw and her neck. Sighing, she melted right into him, throwing her head back to give him better access. She wanted more, so much more.

“I have to go to work.” Sanghyuk spoke into her neck, voice spilling annoyance and frustration.

She pecked his lips and pulled away, smiling sweetly.

“We’ll see each other next week.”

His hands squeezed her hips once more before he stepped away. He held her hand as she went up the stairs, only letting go because neither could stretch their arms more.

As she went in, grabbing her bag from the floor, she showed him her smile one more time. He returned it, holding the umbrella once again as he waved (adorably), before walking away.

Once she was in her apartment, she lingered on her door, not taking off her shoes or coat. Sighing loudly, she hoped she wasn’t dreaming, everything that happened too delightful to be true but somehow it was. She licked her lips, still tasting him, and dropped to the floor, burying her face in her hands, feeling like she may explode any minute.

When she was in bed, at midnight, almost dozing off already, she got a text message. From Sanghyuk.

Sanghyuk: So you like me, huh.

She smiled, knowing well he was joking. She wondered if she could start joking too, and how mean could that joke be. But she didn’t want to risk it yet.

If I recall, you said you liked me first.

Sanghyuk: Fair enough, I do like you.

Sanghyuk: You’re the best boss I had. And you’re pretty hot.

She tried not to blush, but she knew she failed. Luckily he couldn’t see her.

And you’re a pretty hot assistant.

Sanghyuk: It’s like we were meant to be.

Sanghyuk: Can’t wait to see you on monday. I miss you.

I miss you as well.

She fell asleep later than she hoped, looking forward to next week already.

#vixx scenarios #vixx scenario #vixx fanfic #vixx fanfiction #vixx imagines #vixx hyuk #han sanghyuk #vixx #sanghyuk

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chaotic-tired-cat · 3 years

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I highly enjoy all of your stories! Can’t wait for an update! You are an amazing writer! <3 <3 <3

Aaaaaa thank you so much!!! This ask made me so happy💙💙💙💙

Not sure when im gonna be able to update, so here’s a deleted snippet from the Grasshopper dorms to help till then:

Ochako clatters her way down the stairwell shortly after four in the mourning with no care or regard for who may hear her. If Hagakure is right and there are ghosts in these buildings, then that's their problem. Any and all spirits are trapped in here with Ochako, not the other way around. Also, she wants to make haunted friends.

So she’s going to make tea.

Every night.

For her ghost friends who she hasn’t met yet but will, just wait and see, Tsu.

The common room is not as empty as she had hoped. It’s disappointing. What kind of self-respecting ghost is going to appear in front of two people and a cat? Theres no drama in that, no intrigue. Cats don't respect anyone regardless of mortal status.

Regardless, Hitoshi is melting into the couch and barely reacts to her arrival. He apparently didn’t sleep at all last night, and solved that by downing a truly obscene amount of caffeine to make it through the day. Ochako had counted the energy drink cans and sorted them into groups of five while Izuku bore witness with the air of someone who has seen and done much, much worse. He probably has.

It’s now Saturday morning, so. Small mercies. Ochako approaches cautiously, and takes the lack of glaring as permission to pet the cat.

Hitoshi acknowledges this with a dull stare.

“Hey, you know that a cat’s cheeks are called the peanut pouch?” Ochako boops Beans on the nose and makes a delighted noise when the cat’s cheeks poof up even more. “It’s the little circles of floof on either side of his nose.”

Hitoshi’s eyes widen to twice their size. “What,” he squeaks with rare emotion that can only be summoned through thirty-six hours of continuous consciousness.

“A peanut pouch.”

“Oh my God,” Hitoshi whispers, barely holding back tears. Beans gets up and resettles down on Hitoshi’s lap. He pets the cat with utmost gentleness. “I know now.”

Ochako sits next to him on the couch to watch this new exciting breakdown with all the delight it deserves. “Are you crying?”

“It’s the serotonin,” Hitoshi croaks through tears and barely-suppressed laughter. “Hey. Hey, Beans, did- did you know? You have peanuts pouches.”

“A peanut pouch.”

“You have a pouch-“ Hitoshi manages before laughter bubbles up and he has to stop and breathe before carrying on. “You have a pouch for peanuts.”

“Just one,” Ochako corrects. She had no idea telling Hitoshi the scientifically inaccurate name for a cat’s cheeks would result in nearly breaking him, but it’s certainly worth it. At least this appears to be a good mental breakdown. Some moments need to be recorded for prosperity, so Ochako dutifully bears the title of archivist. She opens her phone’s camera.

“It’s because his whisker-cheeks look like a peanut,” Ochako says, hoping to prompt a further breakdown. She is not disappointed when Hitoshi wheezes a laugh and hugs Beans shakily. Beans wheezes mid-purr, prompting further hysterics.

“You have a pouch,” Hitoshi garbles to the cat who has already begun to fall asleep again, “for a singular peanut. I’m so proud.”

Ochako, delighted at the sleep-deprived theatrics, scoots closer with her phone. “Peanut pouches.”

“Peanut pouches,” Hitoshi sobs in confirmation, just as the tell-tale click-click of Izuku’s crutches announces their TA’s arrival.

“Peanut pouches?” Izuku asks distantly. He rounds the corner and stops, bewildered at why Ochako is filming Hitoshi crying on the couch at four in the morning. Beans has begun to snore.

“Pouches,” Hitoshi whispers brokenly through the tears like his life depends on it. “For peanuts and whiskers.”

“Pouches,” Izuku repeats slowly, before glancing down at his ace hoodie pocket. “Y’all put peanut shells in your pockets? That’s nasty.”

“It’s for whiskers and wholesome Beans,” Hitoshi tells him. Ochako gleefully zooms in on Izuku’s confused face because she fully intends to treasure her highschool memories. Once they’re all well-rested and she has permission to post it, this is absolutely going in the class group chat.

Izuku squints like he’s trying to be angry but is too confused to pull it off. “Beans has a pouch? Listen, I know my cat weighs more than a brick shithouse, but implying he’s got some sort of kangaroo genetics is fucked up.”

Hitoshi cackles brokenly, which wakes Beans back up. The cat blinks at all the attention Hitoshi immediately bestows upon him, and yawns before tucking his nose into a fold of Hitoshi’s hoodie. This only serves to make his cheeks and whiskers poof up. Hitoshi blinks through his tears with immense effort.

Izuku half-squints, half-glares at Ochako. “I don’t know how you did this, but I know it was you,” he tells her. “Stop antagonizing him.”

“I didn’t do anything. Well, almost anything.”

“...Uh huh.” Izuku carefully steps over to inspect Hitoshi’s breakdown before deciding nah, better let it take its course.

He wanders off to the kitchen and pulls down an entire bag of massive marshmallows instead. Ochako perches on a stool by the counter to watch the proceedings. Hopefully Hitoshi will actually be able to fall asleep while they’re distracted.

Izuku takes out an entire baking pan, greases it with butter, and sets up graham crackers on the inside. He breaks three chocolate bars inside, tops it with the marshmallows, and throws the whole health hazard into the oven.

He then hunkers down in front of the oven and stares at it.

Ochako waits until it’s clear he’s intent on staying there until the smoke alarm goes off again. “What’s that?”

“Science.”

“Isn’t that gonna burn the pan?”

Izuku grins with all his teeth at his soon-to-be-charcoal snack. “Absolutely.”

Wild.

Ochako wants in.

She grabs a pack of oreos, checks the clock - 4:35 am, nice. Aizawa’s going to be so disappointed in all of them - and hunches beside Izuku as a second kitchen gargoyle.

#anon #tired cat asks #grasshopper #fic snippet #here u go anon i hope u like it

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horansqueen · 4 years

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You & Me : chapter 10

A Niall Horan fanfiction ; rated MA

Sequel to AM CONVERSATIONS

CHAPTER 1 || CHAPTER 2 || CHAPTER 3 || CHAPTER 4 || CHAPTER 5 || CHAPTER 6 || CHAPTER 7 || CHAPTER 8 || CHAPTER 9

NOTES:

-one chapter is her pov, the next is his. -4.2k // 4.4k -im sorry, i never proofread, i hate it. -there WILL be smut. but not only smut. -this is a romance, comedy, smut story. -for the summary, check my MASTERLIST.

- notes: i know Louis said it was his least favorite song on his album but it was too perfect so i had to use it. also, if you get the movie reference, youre amazing lmao! thanks for all the love, i hope you guys enjoy this chapter and that you’re not getting tired of this

requests! : added a few and ill post them but i didnt add ALL the things written in the asks just because it didn’t fit, i hope its okay! if you read there will be very tiny spoilers :)

Chapter 10 : Her chapter

OLIVIA

I quickly left after he turned away from me to walk to his car. Not because I wanted to leave but because his words had brought inside me a few sensations I felt guilty to feel. Hope, definitely. Happiness, probably. And also an intense relief that I couldn't explain. I felt relieved that he thought we were worth it. I felt relieved knowing that our friendship still surpassed any other relationship in his life, including his girlfriend. I felt happy that he was not going to give up and hopeful that we could go back to being close. That too, I felt guilty to feel. Would that hurt Dylan? He was already so understanding and sweet with me, he didn't deserve his fiance to lie to him, or even omit to tell him things.

I parked in front of my house and noticed Louis' car was there but I remained sitting behind the wheel a bit longer. Louis was there and I could talk to him. This is exactly what I needed yet, I couldn't find the courage to walk inside and sit with him. Perhaps I was not ready to let out all of this out loud because I knew it would make it even more real than it already was. Telling someone else was going to hit hard, I knew it.

I breathed in before pushing on the door but Louis was nowhere in sight. I frowned but took my shoes off and decided to walk to his room. The music was on, the door was closed, and I felt my heart skip a beat, hoping he was not with his girlfriend. I licked my lips before biting the bottom one and knocked at the door three times.

"Louis?"

The music stopped and it took only a few seconds for the door to open. His lips curled into a smirk and he leaned against the door frame, raising his eyebrows at me in a suggestive manner.

"Heyy, where did my queen spend the night?"

"Louis, I need to talk to you." I admitted, walking past him and inviting myself inside, ignoring his question.

"That bad, huh?" he chuckled a bit, closing the door behind us and turning around to look at me as I sat on his bed. "Did you let him fuck you into oblivion? Meaning that you totally forgot that you were both taken and that he had shattered your heart into millions of tiny pieces?"

I groaned and grimaced, letting myself fall on the bed, lying down on my back as my legs were still hanging from the bed. I grabbed his pillow and pressed it on my face before letting out a muffled scream. It took only a few seconds until he grabbed the pillow roughly and pushed it away on the bed.

"Did you really sleep with him?" he asked in a soft tone, looking down at me before I shook my head. "Did you two kiss?" Once again, I shook my head. "Then what's wrong?"

I let my eyes roam on Louis' face and licked my lips. I didn't want to say it, the words seemed to be stuck in my throat, but keeping them inside was starting to hurt physically. I just didn't know if it would hurt more after they came out...

"Say it, you know you can trust me." Louis expressed in a low and gentle tone, making me lick my lips again.

He didn't understand that the problem was not him hearing it, it was me admitting it. He kept looking at me, his eyes roaming on my face slowly, and I focused on the way he blinked, the way he smelled, the way he made me feel..

"I love him." I breathed so low I wasn't even sure I had heard myself. "I'm in love with Niall."

My best friend didn't show an ounce of surprise. Instead, he sent me a small smile and nodded, still looking down at me. I pressed my lips together, trying to keep the tears inside, but I felt them fill my eyes and did everything I could not to blink. I could pretend that seeing Niall made all my feelings come back to the surface but the only thing seeing Niall again made me do was realize that I never stopped loving him.

"And you love Dylan, too?" he asked, making me nod. "Okay, if you spend your life with Dylan, will you miss Niall?"

I held my breath, feeling my whole body throb at his question. He knew that answer, didn't he? Because he would always miss Eleanor if he was with someone else, that was a given. In fact, that was not even worth asking.

"Alright." he added, as if he read the answer in my mind. "If you spend your life with Niall, would you miss Dylan?"

I felt my eyes get bigger and I knew Louis was trying to read my answer on my face. He ended up just sighing low and tilting his head a bit.

"It's not about love, you know." I just replied, trying to avoid a question I ignored the answer of. "It takes more than love. A lot more. " I paused. "It was so much easier when it was only you and I."

This time, his lips curled into a smirk and he raised his eyebrows at me, moving his face slightly closer.

"You forget fast, my queen." he pointed out, booping my nose gently and making my lips curl slightly. "We were both miserable, shagging each other to get affection and orgasms but never really reaching the happiness we were longing for. We struggled so much, we've come so far."

"I know." I admitted, hearing my voice crack despite how low it was. "But we had each other."

"We still do." he replied, smiling fondly at me for a few seconds as I tried to contain my tears. "Wait a second, I want to show you something."

He quickly got off the bed and I sat up, looking at him. He searched through his stuff and I frowned when he grabbed a disk and finally, my lips curl.

"A CD? What is this? 2005?"

Louis chuckled, his back still facing me. "Oh shut up! I just wanted to be sure it wouldn't be leaked before it was supposed to. I don't trust cellphones. Or people, really."

This time, I laughed and shook my head. I knew what he meant, I also had a hard time to trust people. I used to be the type who would trust everyone and get hurt all the time. I guess the bad and manipulative persons I had met in my life had changed me.

Louis came back and sat next to me as a song started. The melody came to my ears but was quickly followed by his voice, bringing a sensation of comfort inside me. I knew Louis had worked a lot on his album and the fact that he was ready to share a song with me meant a lot more than he probably thought.

"You say to me your jeans don't fit You don't feel pretty and it's hard to miss I wish that you could see my point of view As someone staring back at you On Friday night when we're all out I turn to you and you're looking down And you don't wanna dance I know you love to dance You never stop given half the chance

Just keep your head up, love, keep your head up Don't hide away, don't ever change Keep your head up love, keep your head up Don't look away, don't look away"

I turned to him and sent him a smile, reaching for his hand and grabbing it in mine. I didn't know why but that song did something to me. I loved the way it seemed like he was talking to the person listening with a soft voice but it's only when I heard the chorus that I held my breath.

"'Cause everybody's looking at you now My, oh, my I guess some queens don't need a crown And I know why Even when your tears are falling down Still somehow You're perfect now"

He probably noticed my eyes getting bigger and knew I was asking myself questions because he simply nodded and squeezed my fingers tighter. I felt myself tear up and swallowed hard.

"You never do but if you asked me to I'd tell the truth lying next to you 'Cause you're the only one When it's said and done You make me feel like being someone good to you Even at your worst You steal the scene and it's unrehearsed Don't you wanna dance, just a little dance? I'll never stop given half the chance"

My lips finally parted and he sent me a fond smile, bringing his other hand on mine just as the bridge started.

"Every insecurity Like a neon sign As bright as day If you knew what you were to me You would never try to hide away"

Despite trying hard, I couldn't help it and started crying. I didn't even reach my face to wipe the tears off, I just sobbed low as I stared at him and gently, he brought one of his hands to my cheeks and brushed his thumb on them as I sniffed.

"'Cause everybody's looking at you now My, oh, my I guess some queens don't need a crown And I know why Even when your tears are falling down Still somehow You're perfect now"

We remained silent for a few minutes as I let the information sink in. Louis had told me his whole album would be based on his feelings for his girlfriend, and he had started writing it before he got back with her, that I knew, but I never thought he'd take the time to write one for me. I never thought I inspired him enough to get a whole song written about me. I didn't really believe I was interesting enough but the truth was, this song was beautiful, and it was mine.

"Thank you." I whispered, knowing my voice would break if I talked louder.

I swallowed my tears again but it started hurting and I felt my eyes flutter, letting more tears fall.

"At first, I wanted to bring you with me when I recorded it, but I decided it would be better if you were the first one to hear the final product." He stared at me a few seconds before moving his head slightly. "Come on."

I slipped my arms around his chest and leaned my head on him as he wrapped his arms around me. I closed my eyes and we remained in each other's arms for a few minutes before he gently fondled my back.

"I don't think you realize how big of an impact you had on my life, Liv." he continued. "You were there for me in a moment where I thought I had no one. You stuck by me, and you.. I never properly thanked you for calling El on that night."

I pulled away and looked in his eyes, sending a small but sad smile.

"You were there for me too, and I'll never forget that, Lou." I pointed out, looking down at my hands as I played with his fingers. "I mean, I had expected you to drop me and I wouldn't have blamed you. Niall's like a brother to you and you two have been through so much.. that comes first. I feel extremely lucky."

"There was no reason for me to choose between you and him. I took care of you because you were the one who needed me, and because you're my best friend."

"I was pathetic." I chuckled, shaking my head.

"You were hurt. We both were. And despite that, we helped each other. You realize that doesn't happen often, right? Normally, two persons going through the same thing can understand each other, but can't help each other. But you and I? We did both. We're invincible!"

This time, I laughed and licked my lips, nodding a bit. He was right, we went through so much together and somehow, we had helped each other out of misery in our own way. I had found my desire to live back with him... because of him, and the relationship I had with him was unique.

I thought about Niall and about how our relationship used to be unique, too. Perhaps, it still was and always would be, but I missed how it used to be. I missed how it used to be so easy between us and how nothing was awkward. I missed our talks, the fun we used to have, the inside jokes that made us laugh so hard that we couldn't breathe. And I missed him as a person, him as a best friend, him as a boyfriend. I knew I shouldn't live in the past but I couldn't help it. I couldn't stop thinking about going back to how happy we used to be together.

"Did you tell El about that song?" I asked cautiously, suddenly scared it would cast a chill between me and her.

"Mmhm, yea, she said it was okay." Louis tried to reassure me before chuckling. "Most of the album is about her so, she doesn't care."

I didn't want to say it out loud but I was actually jealous of his relationship with Eleanor. They were meant for each other and the way they loved each other was something I used to have but didn't anymore. I used to believe Niall and I shared the same kind of bond and love that Louis shared with his girlfriend but that time was over, and I couldn't help but think it was unfair.

"Okay, enough with this cheesy shit." he just said, hitting his own thighs slightly. "We're spending the evening together, okay? Pizza and poker. Like we used to do except this time, we can bet more money because you joined the rich asses club!"

I rolled my eyes and we both got up before I followed him to the kitchen.

"My ass is still as poor as it used to be, haven't seen my first check yet." I argued, raising my nose up.

"No problem, you can bet your supply of cookies!"

"Ah Ha! No way!"

He laughed more as he called the pizza while I grabbed a few beers in the fridge and got the cards. We sat exactly how we always did and he opened my beer, handing it to me before opening his and taking a sip from it. It was almost like a well rehearsed choreography and I smiled as he shuffled the cards. Quickly, he dealt them and I looked at those I got in my hands before he started talking again, grabbing a cigarette and lighting it up.

"So." he mumbled, taking his cigarette out of his mouth and breathing out the smoke on the side to make sure it didn't go near me. "What are you gonna do? Are you gonna tell Niall that you love him?"

I chuckled and raised my eyebrows, discarding two cards and glancing up at him.

"No." I let out firmly. "I'm getting married."

Louis stopped moving and after a while I looked up at him. He was staring at me and I could read a bunch of questions in his eyes. I grabbed a cookie from the box and put it in the middle of the table, trying to ignore the way he was looking at me but after a while, I just couldn't anymore.

"Okay Louis, say what you want to say." I let out with a sigh. "You normally don't keep it in so, throw it my way."

"When you say you're getting married, you mean you're getting married to Niall in a few years, that's what you mean, right? Because darling, marrying a man if you've got an other man in your heart, that's just fookin' unfair."

"I love Dylan." I argued, leaning against my chair.

"You love Dylan but you're in love with Niall." he replied a bit louder. "He's the one who's got your heart. He's got a hold on it that no one else ever did and probably ever will. You know it, I know it, and you know what? Dylan will realize it at some point. So you either try to find a way to get completely over Niall, or-"

"Or what? Or I give up the only chance I have to be happy with someone?" I cut him, my tone getting a bit harsh. "It's not my fault I fell in love with Niall, it's not my fault he broke my heart, and it's not my fault he came back! Why am I always the one who's got to give up everything when all i'm trying to do is survive and move on!"

I was on the verge of tears again and I shut my eyes tight, trying not to literally burst in front of my best friend. I loved Niall, I really did, but he was dating someone else. Yes, we had almost kissed a few times and yes, he told me that our friendship was worth saving, but that didn't mean he still had feelings for me. It didn't mean he wanted to be with me again. It didn't mean he wouldn't break my heart again.

"I'm sorry." Louis finally said after a few seconds of silence. "I know you're not ready to trust him and I shouldn't insist."

"Louis, I can't be with someone who doesn't want me." I pointed out after calming down, putting an other cookie on the table as he did the same. "Just because he wanted to kiss me doesn't mean this is love. Lust, maybe. But love is a strong word. He regrets hurting me and he apologized. That was more than what I expected."

"Of course he still loves you."

I looked up at Louis and felt my shoulders fall as I sighed.

"I don't trust Niall's feelings, not after what he did. He probably can't even trust his own feelings, you know?"

"He grew up, he probably learned too, like we did."

We heard the doorbell and I felt suddenly saved. Louis jumped up and sent me a bit smile before rushing to the door., I closed my eyes and breathed in and out deeply. Perhaps Louis was right and Niall still had feelings for me, but I wasn't sure what they were, or what his intentions were. I knew we should have a conversation but I was not mentally prepared for it. I didn't feel strong enough to go through it. I didn't want to hear how he really felt because no matter what it would be, it would either hurt me or force me into making a choice. I was not ready for neither.

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I rushed to the movie theater knowing I was a few minutes late and when I looked up, I noticed Niall waiting for me in the middle of the place, his hands in his pockets. His lips curled when our eyes met and I stopped in front of him, out of breath, my hands on my knees. He laughed and bent down to look at me and my heart skipped a beat when I realized he looked amazing, even from that angle. Who does that? No one.

"Out of breath?" he laughed. "Maybe you should get into shape? How about coming out for a run with me a few times a week?"

"I don't think that a person should run unless he's being chased." I just pointed out, moving up and making him smile even more.

"Okay, an other movie quote." he laughed as I tilted my head.

"Casey and I've got a lot in common."

"Just say you like Elijah Wood."

"Who doesn't?" I rhetorically asked with a frown, a small smile playing on my lips.

We decided on a movie and I felt him grab my fingers as we walked in the hall. I held my breath but he quickly pulled on my hand and made me twirl around. It brought a bunch of memories to my mind and I let out a laughter and squeezed his fingers before letting go of his hand.

We found a spot in the back and I felt suddenly nervous, playing with the fabric of my pants. I knew friends went to the movies together but I didn't want to make all of this awkward. The movie started almost immediately and we didn't really have time to talk but I felt at ease around him, the way I used to. It's only around the middle of the movie that I felt his hand on my knee. He started drawing shapes on my jeans and my lips parted. My heart skipped a beat and I glanced down at his fingers. I didn't know how I should react which resulted in me not doing anything. After a while, I couldn't focus on the movie anymore and closed my eyes, concentrating on how I could still feel his touch even after his fingers were away. The shapes were random... a circle.. an infinite sign (or was it the number 8?).. simple lines... but I never wanted him to stop. I felt my inner thighs start throbbing but weirdly, it didn't feel sexual at all.

I jumped slightly when they turned on the lights again and expected him to take his hand back but it lingered a few more seconds on my knee before he got up and extended it to me. I grabbed it without thinking but let go of his fingers as we walked out only to push them in the back pockets of my jeans.

"Enjoyed the movie?"

I turned my head to look at him and nodded slowly.

"Oh, uhm yea, I did." I sort of lied. "Did you?"

"Was alright."

We walked out and stood in front of each other as everyone else walked by and I couldn't help but glance around. I felt nervous and it was even worse when he took a step closer to me as someone passed really close of him. He looked down at me and I pressed my lips together but we kept silent for a while. To anyone who would take the time to study us, we most likely seemed on a first date but it was so much more complicated than that. And so much deeper, too.

"D'you.. maybe.. want to come home? Food and beer, perhaps?" I proposed with a shrug. "Louis and El are probably there, we could do something with them?"

His lips curled and he nodded. "Yea, yea, that's great, i'll meet you there."

I watched him and held my breath at how beautiful he was. Now that I had confessed out loud that I was still in love with him, it was really all I could think about. It hurt so much and at the same time, it was a relief to admit it to myself.

I felt my phone vibrate in my pocket and took it off only to see a text message from Dylan. My heart skipped a beat like I was doing something wrong and I licked my lips nervously.

'Hey babe, I miss you, I hope we can talk soon.'

I started nibbling on my bottom lip as I typed an answer quickly. I missed him too and I had the feeling that if he was here, it would be easier not to fall even more in love with Niall. Or at least, I could always be reminded of what I could lose.

"Boyfriend?"

Niall's voice took me by surprise and I looked up, sending him a smile.

"Yea, it's the first time we're separated for so long so, we're not really used to it." I expressed with a shrug. "Plus, his days are intensive so when his day is over, he's exhausted and he needs to go to bed because it all starts again on the next day."

"That's why I brought you on tour with me last time." he pointed out. "I hated being away from you."

My lips parted for a few seconds as I kept looking at him and finally, my lips just curled. I hated being away from him too. I could easily remember all the times we were separated and it was horrible, even if we were only friends at that time. I wanted to mention to him that we had been separated for more than a year and also ask him how he felt about it, but I didn't dare.

"I couldn't go with him." I let out, regretting it immediately after. "I was... I'm busy."

He nodded, looking down, and I had the feeling I had hurt him but I was not sure how. I felt something stir in my stomach and cleared my throat.

"Okay well, i'll meet you at my place, you remember where it is?"

His eyes met mine and he smiled again before nodding.

"Mmhm, i'll see you there."

He brought his hand to my arm and I held my breath. His fingers were warm, making it obvious that my arm was cold. His skin against mine, despite my expectations, made me shiver and once again, my lips parted as my heart jumped in my chest. Something in his facial expression changed, too, and deep down, I wished it was the contact of his fingertips on my skin that shocked him, too.

I can't remember the walk to my car, and barely the ride home, but when I parked my car, Niall was already there, waiting for me next to his car, watching something on his phone. I got out and walked to him, a bit sad that his gaze didn't meet mine.

"Hey, what's wrong?"

It took a few more seconds for him to look up but when he did, I knew he had seen something that would bother me. He sighed and turned his phone my way to let me read the title of an online article someone had probably sent him. I noticed the picture first : Niall and I holding hands at the movie theater and the irony made me grimace. Didn't we get papped like that when he was dating Maya and I was with Harry? My eyes finally moved to the title and once again, I held my breath.

'Our favorite couple is back!'

That's when I knew we were both in deep shit. Again.

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bonniemansfieldd · 3 years

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My Pet Goblin Grief

I wouldn’t say I’m overly experienced in many things; baking - perhaps; exams maybe; tactical chundering - I’m pretty good; but grief? Me and her go way back.

Of course, everything is relative and I’m grateful to say that I’ve never lost someone as close as a parent or sibling but I definitely have had a bigger taste of the Grieving Life™ than most which is an odd feeling. A running joke we have is that I have one of those stamp loyalty cards to the local cemetery and now I’m only 1 off of my own free burial- wahoo!

Death-focussed conversations are a centerpiece in our house and the question “What do you want as your funeral song?” is as easily asked as “What is it you want for Christmas?” (For the record, mine’s Only One Who Knows by the Arctic Monkeys, Day N Nite the Crookers Remix by Kid Cudi and probably the Moulin Rouge version of Your Song - but the last one is still up for debate). I never realise these sorts of things are a bit odd or macabre until I ask the same questions to Ungrieved friends who always respond with the same notion of “why are you asking such morbid things” or “are you planning on killing me?” or “This isn't a fun birthday drinks convo.”

For context, my first experience with death was when my grandad died when I was 3, I have little memory of this other than my mum breaking the news to me when she was stark-naked, post-shower and drying her hair; a weird image in hindsight. My second and third were very close together and now feel fused in my brain; my mum was the eldest of three and within the space of 50 days her sister died due to alcoholism and her brother committed suicide due to depression and a psycho ex wife. Also my dog died a month or 2 later, rule of 3 and all that. At the age of 12 I was properly introduced to the beasts that are grief, depression and the aftermath of a suicide, none of them I would give good Yelp reviews tbh.

Nobody teaches you how to grieve. There is no handbook on ‘How to Navigate the Loss of a Loved One’, never mind one on ‘How to Deal With Traumatic Deaths Whilst Dealing with a Now Suicidal Mum Alongside All the Other Shit of Your Teenage Years’ (although there should be given its catchy title ) Now here’s where I made my first mistake when learning to live with these things - I just Kept Calm and Carried On like a fucking Dweeb. No major lash outs; no therapy, no rebellious phase (yet), no prolonged mourning period, no deep conversations with my parents on how i was feeling. I’d wake up, go to school and be a good little boffin, come home, ignore the fact mum had not gotten out of bed in 3 days or spoken in 30; do my homework, have my tea, go to bed, be awoken by the sounds of my mum blasting their funeral songs and scream bawling downstairs; put in my earphones and watch Flushed Away; cry a bit; eventually fall asleep; repeat.

Looking back now my chosen ignorance was ridiculous and really came back with a vengeance when I was 15 and my mum was back to relative normality. I started to face what I’d pushed down and I released all the pent up icky-gross-wtf-feeling via trying to fuck anyone I could, developing an eating disorder, fancying only the most wastemen of boys, binge drinking and thinking Morrissey was the pinnacle of God’s creation. I mean, it did the job in the end but FUCK ME it was the dumbest way to do it and ultimately caused a whole load of other problems in my wee noggin that I really didn’t need.

Thankfully (she says with sarcasm and one solo gunfinger), I got to perfect my craft at Grieving in 2020, aged 18, when another Auntie died unexpectedly of bowel cancer and then my childhood friend killed herself, aged 21, due to cripping BPD. I really mean it when I say I’m sick of people dying. This time round I’m really trying to do it the proper way and not suppress it for 3 years and get myself in a knot like last time, although what is the proper way to grieve? Since this is not my first rodeo I know what NOT to do but that’s all I got so far.

Now, I have a few key points I’m really trying to abide by, the first one being for the love of GOd put your own grief first. I now have deep rooted mummy issues which partly stem from trying to pick up the pieces of her grief whilst burying my own with Aardman Animations and wanky Morrissey lyrics. She didn’t support me, in all honesty not many in my family did (which is understandable!) cause everyone was trying to keep their own heads above water which ultimately I should’ve done too, but didn’t. Learning to say “I am in pain, I am grieving, I need to put myself first right now or else my future therapy sessions are going to be hella expensive” is really fucking hard, ESPECIALLY when everyone else is crumbing too. But it’s the whole air mask on a plane scenario where you cannot help anyone else until you’re breathing clear too.

My next point; some days you actually feel okay and you’re not the worst person ever for feeling like that. It’s the whole ball in a box grief analogy that I cba to explain but highly reccommend looking up. Grief doesn’t leave you, you just learn to live with it and it’s kinda as simple as that. Therefore, there will be days where you do manage it, maybe even forget it for a while. It becomes a feeling so ingrained into you, you don’t even notice it’s there and just get on with things. You’re not a terrible person for having a nice time with your mates if your Gran’s just died. You’re not the spawn of satan if you go out on the pull a few weeks after your mate’s topped themselves. Yeah, their lives have stopped but why the fuck should yours?

It’s a difficult moment, immediately after you lose somebody and venture out into the world to see that it hasn’t stopped turning. One example I have of this is when I met my cousin for a coffee the morning after my friend had taken her own life. I woke up feeling fairly normal, got ready and hopped on the bus to town and looked out the window to see the city moving as usual. I got off the bus two stops later when I realised my sudden snotty crying was getting a bit loud. I don’t remember starting to cry but I do remember walking up the High street amidst the Christmas shoppers blatantly sobbing and intermittently vaping (please laugh at this image cause I do- I also had a glazed donut in hand if that helps.) These experiences are also not limited to the immediate aftermath of a death, I’ve had similar experiences years after they’ve passed at gigs, on nights out, at the cinema, at bus stops and even watching The Simpsons (screw Matt Greoning for having Close To You as Marge and Homer’s fucking wedding song). My point is, big jabs of grief happen as randomly as moments of peace, acceptance and even contentment - it’s all just a big clusterfuck cocktail that adds a bit of spice to your life.

One thing I am trying to practise more when taming my grief goblin is actually talking about it which I failed to do before. As previously mentioned, people around you can get a bit awkward or uncomfortable when talking about all things death, ESPECIALLY when they haven’t experienced it themselves and you’re actually reaching out to them for support. I’ve had some advice that was great and some that was fucking awful, I even have grief pet peeves now which is not something you see much of on Room 101 (although I am willing to put my argument forward to Frank Skinner if he’s interested in that sort of thing).

So, what shouldn’t you say to someone who’s being RKO’d by their very own grief goblin? Never- and I cannot stress this enough- say how “StRoNg” or “bRaVe” you think they are. Never. Cut that shit out, it’s fucking GROSS. THis is an especially common thing from those Ungrieved and it honestly feels like an Alexis Rose Pity boop on the nose or pat on the head. To me, those words mean “awwwwww, sucks to be you pet.” which may sound harsh but hear me out. The wonderful Maya Richardson describes the frustration with this in regards to racism/transphobia/homophobia but I also think it applies to grief perfectly:

“You’re so brave comments often feel like a microaggression as it’s a form of ‘othering’.This is to view or treat someone as intrinsically different and alien from oneself. The comments Basically say “your life is harder than mine” and feels like a back handed compliment Or an insensitive power move even if they meant well.”

The “you’re so __” comment gives you no support and is alienating, it makes you feel like you’re a freak who’s fighting a one person battle that you can only fight on your own cause no one else is as “strong” or as “brave” as you. Also, I’m not fucking strong or brave. I don’t want to be strong, I didn’t ask to be brave, and if not being these things means I don’t have to meet my grief goblin every morning then I’d rather be a weak coward any day.

The best response I’ve ever had when telling a friend I’m grieving or I’ve just lost someone is “Fuck me! Another one? That’s wank. Do you want to talk about it?” Not only did this not isolate me and it gave me the opportunity to talk through things to process them better, but it also validated everything I’m feeling. Yes it is wank thank you for acknowledging how utterly wank this situation is - it’s the biggest pile of wank I’ve ever waded through and no, I’m not “brave” for doing that.

Let them talk about it, listen to them, hug them, recognise the wank they're wading in and give them a hand to pull them through. Also, if they don’t want to talk about it then,for the love of God, just treat them as you would normally. When you’re walking on eggshells around someone they can also see the shells you’ve scattered about the place and it makes it all so lonely - cut that shit out. I’m someone who handles pain via humour cause if i don’t laugh i’ll cry and if i cry i wont stop so, if I make a joke about cemetery visits being more like European tours due to how many graves we visit and how fucking long it takes, PLEASE just laugh; I’m trying my best here.

Ultimately, I see grief as a pet for life that you learn to train and care for, but it still does piss on your floor or bite your heart every now and then; and if you know a friend who has one of these funny little creatures you should treat it as such- a new pet of theirs thats learning to be obedient. They may leave it at home sometimes or introduce you to it if they feel comfortable but, in the end, it is here to stay. And that’s okay.

Treat them and their grief goblin with the respect and love it deserves and then, I assure you, we’ll all pull through together - eventually.

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noonmutter · 5 years

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Tell how you first met each of the wives and girlfriends and when you knew you were in love with them and when you actually said it. And the same for any boyfriends/male lovers you might have - how did you meet them. Are you in love with them? Inquiring minds want to know.

Oh jeez so quick disclaimer, Leon remembers all of these and while he can’t recite the calendar dates, he knows when they happened and it’s part of why he’s so damned loved. I, however, have a brain wholly reliant on logs and written records, and the logs for both of his wives were devoured in a WoWscribe glitch a few years ago. I roughly remember the sequence of events, but not when exactly these things happened; I can’t even remember the year reliably! Because of that, I/he approximate the story kind of a lot…

AND HOLY SHIT THIS IS LONG WOW

HAVE A CUT

Leon first meets Kaewynn at a get-together he stumbled across in Stranglethorn. It’s one of his earliest interactions in RP, actually; he still introduces himself as Cambor, and is still trapped in worgen form. He’s still homeless, still wanders a lot, and isn’t yet much of a cook. He chats with her a while, and the evening ends with her smooching him. He is mightily pleased with himself. (Fun fact, in Leon’s early months, he got a smooch–or more–from someone every single time I sent him out to RP even though he never once actively sought it, this is why I shake my fist at him for being so GOD DAMN charming)

Leon and Kaewynn just keep on running into each other off and on, mostly because he keeps attending the Meddler-run event, Inkwell, and Kaewynn (a member of the Silver Dragoons) shows up frequently. Eventually they slip away to have some fun together, because they’re both fine with flings and no-strings sex, and they’re both pretty keen on one another. Their first time (I believe) is in a mineshaft at the Dragoon garrison in alternate Draenor.

Time passes, he and Kaewynn get more and more affectionate and more and more time is spent walking off on their own to either talk or fuck or both. After one particularly interesting conversation in which Leon told her his real name and was able to shift out of worgen for for a few seconds, and she told him the meaning of hers, he baffledly admitted to the only witness, “I’m in real trouble, I think I’m in love.”

They went on their first proper Actually a Date in Ulduar, because he’d never been there and Kaewynn wanted to show it to him, having some pretty intimate knowledge of the place (spoiler alert she’s a robot that got hit with the curse of flesh no seriously she actually is).

Leon, despite being warned by a few people who knew Kaewynn that she didn’t really know what to do with the concept of love (long story, but it’s kinda literal–think “Data” here and you’ve got the gist of the problem), eventually confesses that he’s in love with her. This doesn’t go so hot, but she gives him a variation on the “just friends” speech and they both lie to themselves and each other and say that’s fine, and the rest of the night goes as originally intended, ending with Copious Amounts Of Fucking.

They are both emotionally underdeveloped idiots so of course they spend a while feeling more and more awkward and eventually Kaewynn breaks things off with him because she feels like she’s using him and …stuff. Like I said, they’re idiots.

And now we switch focus, and rewind a little because I’m pretty sure this is the part where the timing was both hilarious and infuriating.

Enter Pinapple.

A while back, Leon had seen a gnome woman throwing a bit of a tantrum at one of the Inkwell gatherings, though he hadn’t known why at the time. He eventually found out that it was because she’d been exposed to a shitload of radiation and was in a serious depressive spiral for some pretty good reasons (I don’t think it was actually cancer but it was basically cancer).

Being Leon, and being that he’d been given access to a kitchen and the opportunity to learn to cook, he sent this complete stranger a box of treats because hospital food sucks.

Months down the line, we come to the Silver Dragoons’ Halloween party. Pin has recovered after some risky surgeries n’stuff and is trottin’ about the place, shmoozin’ like y’do, and eventually comes across Leon. They got to talking, he got the chance to introduce himself properly, they eventually sat down to have drinks together. In probably the biggest spike of bravery she’d had for a long time before or since, she hit him with the equivalent of “Nice shoes, wanna fuck?” and they did.

He and Pin have a lot of fun together, and they romp along at a pretty good clip for about a month. Eventually during a bit of pillow talk, Pin accidentally says “I love you, you goofball” and they have a Serious Conversation in which he admits he’s not really at that same place, but it didn’t make things wierd at all. Pin being significantly more emotionally mature than Kaewynn, this works out better, and their friendship does not fall apart.

A bit later on, The Voice Of Reason happens and after he nearly dies and is recovering in the Dragoon garrison infirmary, Leon tells Pin he loves her, too.

LITERALLY THE NEXT DAY Kaewynn tells him she wants to reconcile and asks him to take her back. This was not planned, none of us knew it was going to happen, Kae’s mun didn’t know Leon and Pin had swapped L-words, I nearly threw up laughing. That same night, Leon and Pin and Kaewynn have the single most awkward relationship conversation they could possibly have, because oh by the way did I mention Kaewynn and Pin had been in a relationship once long before Leon ever showed up, and it’d ended because Kaewynn couldn’t do love? Because that’s a thing that happened.

Leon somehow managed not to go bald during all this.

Also he asked them to marry him the following February. Though they both said yes, the ceremony never did happen, and the events of Legion saw Pin dead and both Leon and Kaewynn horribly broken. The two of them sorta gently bullied their mutual friend, Rhiswyn, into performing the marriage between them, because one of the group dying made them worried they’d never get the chance.

Leon and Pin still haven’t formally wed, because after she came back, they were both quietly terrified that if they made it official, something else would rip it apart. They call each other husband and wife, but Pin’s the only one that isn’t actually married out of the trio.

It gets a bit harder for me after this, because I was terrible at tagging things for a while on tumblr and I cannot for the LIFE of me remember how I first encountered @safrona-shadowsun. The earliest posts I actually tagged under her tag, “fizzy,” were confessionals between him and the red courier at the Ledgermaine in Dalaran. Theirs is a very, very complex relationship, but it’s very easy to (over)simplify it:

Leon is a nurturer and he saw a lot of himself in Safrona, which is a terrible thing because he is incredibly depressed and prone to fits of self-loathing. He worried about her a lot when they first started hanging out, and he devoted a lot of energy to trying to draw her out of the incredibly thick shell she’d built around herself. As things progressed over ages and ages and ages, they became business partners, and she directed an acquaintance of hers his way.

Leon’s tradition up to that point had been to put the initials of serious lovers into his collar. Committed but unmarried is engraved (that’s P, for Pin), married is branded (that’s K, for Kaewynn).

Vandrysse… is hard for me to talk about. I only knew her mun for a little over a year before I received word that she had suddenly died.

Vandy is the reason I mention that Leon’s collar still has a nearly-faded “V” on it. She was the third woman he confessed he loved. That conversation was the last time I got to RP with her. I consider it a form of memorial to never let that V actually disappear no matter how long it’s been.

anyway moving on

I cannot actually remember which one happened first, meeting Murkey or confessing his attraction to Safrona, and tracking down the posts for the latter is not easy because Tumblr’s search engine is a JOKE. Regardless, Leon did confess to the courier after some years that he was in love with her, though I’m sure by that time she wasn’t really all that surprised beyond the way he presented it. It was downright artful, the boy was trying. But this is Safrona we’re talking about, and she gently but firmly shut him down, and that was the end of it. Though it made their friendship more than a little tense for a while, they’ve gotten over it by now. He still pines, but wouldn’t you? And he keeps that shit to himself, because not only did he get his answer, she’s now taken and quite happily so.

Murkey snoot-booped her way into Leon’s life one day and never quite left. I actually don’t remember if they met for the first time when she did that, or if he met her at a brothel first. They were both open and poly people, and they still are; he was perfectly okay with her disappearing for weeks or months at a time, as long as she sent word she was all right on occasion, and she was always delighted to find that he was still waiting for her whenever she came back. She’s a romantically skittish thing, so he was actually the first one to confess he had deeper feelings quite a ways into their relationship.

He’d hesitated to do so at all, in part because Safrona had commented that she thought he fell in love too easily and gave it too freely, implying that it wasn’t really that meaningful. Eventually he kicked that feeling in the dick and told her anyway, and though it took a long time, Murkey did eventually tell him she loved him back. She, like him, had realized it far sooner than she’d been willing to admit, for fear of ruining a good thing.

Amber is actually the most recent in the game–I am trying very hard not to call it a harem–and much like Safrona, developed first as a chance meeting that evolved into a business partnership and friendship. She helped design the logos and packaging for the Cookbook, and he sent her plenty of free food and ongoing orders for more boxes. She was a very reserved person, which he thought was kind of refreshing–after a while you sort of want to have some people who are just friends, no matter how fun fuckbuddies are–and she was quite wrapped up with her lover and eventual husband, an elf named Vaerinis.

Amber confessed to him first, and though he wasn’t quite in love with her, he was certainly open to exploring possibilities. These days, he loves her to pieces and though she’s Vae’s first, he is happy to be part of it.

Vaerinis is a happy bonus, too, though he hasn’t had much time to really develop feelings for the man as yet.

Leon doesn’t have a whole lot of male acquaintances in general, actually, and has not yet fallen in love with any or had any fall for him, that he knows about.

my hands hurt, I know I fucked up the timing a few times and I’m tired so I hope i didn’t forget anybody wooph

( @pinpep @shckaewynn @murkeyglglgl @safrona-shadowsun @theengraver @vaerinis )

#prompty things #leon #buhhhhhhhhhh #Anonymous

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eb-the-gamer · 6 years

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BEFORE YOU READ, KNOW THIS REVIEW POST HAS SPOILERS FOR BENDY AND THE INK MACHINE!!!!

@bendysstudio @themeatly--official

I have played Bendy and the Ink Machine in full now. What do I think?

Well...

The game was good, for sure, you can tell they put a ton of love, especially now with the polish added by updates, the incorporation of fan music, and the attempts at keeping everything engaging throughout the chapters.

However, It could be really improved upon...

STORY - By far the strongest of Bendy’s points is its narrative, old cartoons are Organically creepy in a lot of ways because of a few factors, among these are the contrasting aspects of the imperfections of movement and the oftentimes unnoticed details in things like wrinkles and textures (as examples, Pete chewing Tobacco from Steamboat Willie, and the infamous cab colloway dancing ghost from Betty Boop.), so it makes a ton of sense to utilize that as a horror concept. The game throws us a steady stream of questions from almost the start of the first chapter, but while a lot is answered, there is a lot unanswered or not followed through on and it can be hard to ignore when you think about it ESPECIALLY by the end. Were the employees really all corrupted by the ink, what is Henry’s purpose, why did henry not know about his own messages if he’s written them while looping everything over and over, and how could he see or write them without the glass tool (and what with?), what is up with the animatronics and cages you set up. the game kind of shrugs at a lot; its by no means a dealbreaker because of what the story does explore about the studio, but it is noticeable.

9/10 - Amazing - The game’s big draw, though some questions are not all answered in a meaningful way, what the story does cover is still really interesting and worth playing through.

DESIGN - Bringing actual life to something like a cartoon but failing so hard is a really great idea, and a lot of the time the game shows us the hubris in the want vs. the reality of the consequence; the monsters and places the game creates reflect it well. Everything looks like its made from the sunbleached, aged paper artists used and everything is a wonderfully messed up reflection of life at the studio and the cartoons within, particularly with the projectionist, butcher gang and the unnamed giant hand (I’ll call him Lil’ Handful). the world of Joey Drew productions is a really cool, realized one. simple but slightly barren and “off” work offices giving way for the bigger, detailed and mysterious places in the lower levels. I will however knock some of the update decisions, particularly with Sammy and Bendy himself. they originally looked blobby, as the updates came, they both got more defined in shape - respectively looking more muscular and emaciated looking, which took away from the toonish aspect of the it. Where once were feet that looked like strange melted stubs going into the floor, are just...solid feet and where once was something that looked like a melting candle trying to retain a shape is what is more or less a thin ink zombie (complete with limp). Bendy’s final form is also lackluster for me, I love the Muggshot (Sly Cooper series) tiny dangle-legs and walking around on hands thing; but its threatening, not as scary or horrifying as something that's stopped trying to be likable could’ve been taken. Everyone else is pretty good though especially the butcher gang and boris, who stayed pretty much the same and kept design elements in all forms through the production. Text for audio logs could have been bigger at times too. all in all, design is solid, but something was definitely lost as more polygons and detail were added for certain characters.

9/10 - amazing!- a great use of elements from animations of the past used in a 3d space, just the right amount of cartoon goofiness and uncanny details, though some designs were fixed when they weren’t broken.

CHARACTERS - Not much to say, I like em all, (Henry is delightfully levelheaded to the extreme, Boris is a cutie, Bendy is a threatening silent presence...) except maybe that one obnoxious guy in recordings, Wally Franks, and even then, he’s not AWFUL (I’d compare him to Fleem from Smallfoot, intentionally made to get on a nerve at least a little), the most interesting character for me Bertrum, the architect who calls Joey out on his bullcrap, and Alice Angel, both versions of her - but the manic first variant you meet first is interesting to listen to and learn about in particular. Boris is kind of lackluster, while he is nice and the reveal of him and other toons being made en masse is awesome, it also means we don’t get much time with them. Sammy sort of just comes and goes twice, and Tom!Boris and Allison I felt got the shaft and should have been established earlier for a connection. Joey is a jerk who suddenly becomes somewhat good in the last acts, which confuses me - since there was no in between those two points that's explained...

7/10 - Good - characters are great to listen to and watch, and if the game had had more time to focus on a lot of them, that might have made them feel more complete.

SOUND - sound, music and voiceacting is well done, lots to appreciate from the creepy gurgles, to the odd stuttery sound of a projector. though there are occasionally some bad bits of soundmixing and audio. some recordings that you can find in the game stand out, there’s one that's really hard to listen to in chapter 5 because the character speaks in a really gravelly voice, in addition to the fuzzy audio effect and the ambient noise surrounding it.

8/10 - Great! - I only wish there was more! aside from one or two recordings, everything and one sounded nice, and the unease of silence is used equally well.

CONTROLS AN’ GAMEPLAY - They’re standard first person fair, responsive for sure, though sometimes the sensitivity of the controls can raise by themselves (I don’t know if that's by design, since it was at the same point as markiplier, right before a section involving being stealthy is taken on, which might actually be really clever if its true. Combat can also be wonky, but Its passable since its not a main focus, except for one REALLY obnoxious enemy gauntlet in the last chapter, if there were defined checkpoints between each wave, I’d be more inclined to let it go. Puzzles are pretty standard as well, lots of fetching, but other stuff such as playing minigames and stealth crop up to shake it up. Stuff is unlocked after everything is said and done in the story, and while it is cool narratively (messages written by henry on previous loops) and as a view of the progress the game (though, the Archives are missing a lot of info on characters like Alice and Bertrum), it just feels like its not enough for a repeat playthrough, difficulty settings and maybe achievements for unconventional but creative actions in-game, working towards something big at the end might’ve helped in that regard (here’s hoping that's the case for the console releases next month)

7/10 - Good! - its standard stuff with an occasional misshap, but there is variety to it and its simply fun for me to play.

OVERALL - The gameplay is serviceable, and aside from the main story there’s not too much reason to play the game again, but its still a solid experience the whole way through, and the time and effort of the people who made the game really shines and makes it worth playing. maybe wait for the console release, in case they add anything to that, but theres not one excuse not to play it.

#bendy and the ink machine #bendy #batim bendy #review #themeatly #the #meatly #video game #horror

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aidulcex · 5 years

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Whitebeard Headcanons:

I’m in the writing (and procrastinating) mood right now so I just decided to post some of these headcanons that have been festering in my mind. There’s more underneath the keep reading one. If anyone wants me to write them some, don’t be afraid to send me a message or something.

1. When Aiyanna first joined the crew, several of the others were not sure about having a woman on the crew (since she probably joined the crew before Pomona or Rosa).

2. Because of her unfamiliarity with human styles and “fashion”, Izo basically had to sit her down and teach her all the basics (ie. “you can’t just walk around here wearing a bathing suit, you’ll kill these men”!). So Aiyanna wears things like pink crop tops and short skirts, or one piece undergarments with a maxi skirt. She tries to remember to be more “modest” but it’s still a weird concept for her.

3. Aiyanna is not just the records keeper of the whitebeard pirates, but also works as a shipwright specializing in lumber production for ships. With her devil fruit powers she can easily make Adam’s wood or specially modified wood for ships or other projects. So when she is not working on keeping up with documents, Aiyanna is often working with the other shipwrights to figure out what needs to be made.

4. When Aiyanna joined the crew, although she was happy and vibrant in her jobs and while talking to people, she hid a lot of her emotions inside, not wanting to inconvenience people.

5. This includes her issues with PTSD, survivors guilt, depression, and alcoholism. With the help of her siblings Aiyanna has improved significantly, but she does relapse or get triggered.

~With Thatch~

1. Although she’s technically older than Thatch and Marco, she certainly doesn’t act nor looks like it. Hence why she’ll call them her older brothers. She’s also ridiculously short compared to them. Like 5”4’ next to at least over 6”0’ short.

2. Thatch definitely teases her the most, and will call her things like “grandma” or “senior” to poke fun at her age. And he’ll constantly be there to comment about her tiny stature, maybe even moving things out of her reach. Don’t worry, Aiyanna gets back at Thatch when she steals from his kitchen when she’s having bad sugar crazes. There’s a reason why he had locks on the fridge before Ace came onto the crew.

3. Although they get on each other’s nerves, Aiyanna and Thatch work well together. If Thatch ever needs specific herbs for his recipes, he can turn to her and she’ll immediately have just what he needs and will give him a huge supply of it.

4. She also loves being his taste tester, as long as it’s not sour or bitter she’s happy to help (there have been some pranks pulled by Thatch where he gives Aiyanna something really sour though and she just hates everything).

5. I can totally see them being drinking buddies and having drinking contests. They’ll go to a bar once they’re on shore and have so much fun together, joking around and trying different/new drinks.

6. Thatch would definitely try to set Aiyanna up with someone, especially with her whining about not being able to find someone. He’s her wingman of course, and will point out a person to Aiyanna to see what she thinks.

7. Their relationship is basically the stereotypical older brother/younger sister relationship. Both tease and annoy each other relentlessly, but there are also a lot of times where they joke and have fun with each other. Both of them would stand up for the other one in a heartbeat and it shows.

8. Aiyanna 100% encourages his relationship with Pomona, however she takes the stance that if he ever harms her little sister, then it’s game over for him.

9. With Aiyanna not needing to rely on food for nutrients like the others, I can see Thatch being happy with himself when he finds her actively asking for him to make her a specific dish. It would make him feel good knowing that even though his little sister doesn’t need to eat to live, that she’s more than ecstatic to eat his food (more of a want than a need).

~With Marco~

1. Marco and Aiyanna’s relationship would be described as the calm and understanding older brother/younger sister relationship. There are times where Aiyanna can be annoying, but he knows that she’s not intentionally trying to come off that way.

2. Although Thatch and Aiyanna’s relationship is fun and lighthearted, Aiyanna goes to Marco if she ever needs to talk about things or get something off of her chest. He just has that vibe about him and she knows he’s not going to joke around when she’s telling him something personal. She’s able to express herself and worries to him in ways that she can’t with the others, so much so that they have a deeper connection and understanding of each other than what meets the eye. It’s not to say that Aiyanna has a stronger bond with him compared to Thatch, but their relationship is different and is based around different types of emotions.

3. Because of Aiyanna’s race being so unique, in the early days of her joining the crew, Aiyanna spent a lot of time with Marco describing her race and certain biological qualities that they had. That way Marco and the medical staff could have a better understanding of what to do if she gets hurt. For example, if Aiyanna gets injured, Marco cannot use his healing flames to increase recovery. In fact, it does a lot more harm than good (with one knife slice on her left hand becoming permanently scarred when he tried to heal her. Skin no longer covers that scar, and instead it looks like wood is peeking out from underneath her skin. It’s an incident that neither of them talk about).

4. Marco has tried to make medications for Aiyanna that help to eliminate her “hormonal problem” when in the presence of pollen. It’s still in the works, but so far it has caused terrible mood swings, cravings, tiredness, and Aiyanna makes Aiyanna feel more sick than before.

5. Like Thatch, if Marco ever needs any herbs for medications, Aiyanna will grow some for him and will give him all the specific types that he needs.

6. At first Aiyanna was terrified of Marco because of his devil fruit. Luckily the two have worked together to try to combat her fear of fire, just so that Aiyanna can be near him or Ace when they are using their flames (as long as she’s not in their line of fire she’s good, but before even seeing an open flame would make her dart).

7. Aiyanna does get upset with him when he tries to cut her off of her sweets or her alcohol for “health reasons”. She knows that he is only trying to help her, but Aiyanna often uses sweets or alcohol as an unhealthy coping mechanism during her depression bursts.

8. If they’re ever on a winter island and someone somehow drags Aiyanna off the boat and away from a heater, Aiyanna is going to be clinging to either him or Ace the whole time. The cold does not mix well with her and she will sap all the warmth that those two radiate because of their devil fruit powers.

9. When Marco is working in his office trying to do paperwork, Aiyanna will occasionally visit him throughout the day and bring him tea. Usually it is in the early morning hours, just in case he was up all night working (or decided to wake up early to work), or right before the sun goes down. She doesn’t say much, but its a reminder that lets Marco know what time it is and how long he’s been working.

~With Ace~

(These will be if they’re not dating and are in that friend stage still).

1. These two together are Thatch’s worse nightmare when Aiyanna gets her sugar cravings. If one of them is found in the kitchen, there’s a chance that the other one is nearby or was able to get away. There were times where Ace would bolt into her office and hid underneath her desk or under all the god damn plants she had to hide from Thatch. And being the good sister that she was, Aiyanna would cover for him.

2. If they’re on a winter island, Aiyanna’s going to stick to him or Marco. Ace will tease her about it more so than Marco, but he secretly enjoys it. She’ll also go up to him and ask him to provide her with some heat or light if it’s cloudy outside. Sometimes she’ll startle him by sneaking up behind him and just hugging him (not just for warmth but sometimes because she’s just stressed and tired and Ace, although he would be embarrassed about it, understands).

3. Ace spends a lot of time with Aiyanna because of Snickerdoodle. There’s no way of sugar coating how much Ace loves that dog and Snickerdoodle knows it. It’s hilarious how much that dog has Ace wrapped around his paw.

4. By the time Ace joined the Whitebeard pirates, Aiyanna had been working on herself with the help of her siblings, so she’s a lot more open to talking about her personal stuff with him at this point. This really helped Ace out, because Aiyanna openly shares with him her feelings of self worth and some of her deeper insecurities. Especially when Aiyanna admitted that she believed that she didn’t deserve to live, which not only broke his heart, but also allowed him to know that there was someone else who felt like he did. It definitely strengthened their bond.

5. If Ace ever feels like he’s in the dog house because of something he did to Aiyanna, he will find someway to make it up to her. Usually it’s in the form of sweets.

6. Their relationship grows with time, especially because of Aiyanna’s fear of fire and how Ace was trying to get a grasp of his devil fruit powers when he first got them. Her fear of his powers, along with her determination to prove to Ace that it wasn’t him who she was afraid of, but the fire that he produced, pushed Ace to perfect his technique.

7. Aiyanna is very understanding with Ace, especially when he was first trying to juggle all the tasks and responsibilities that a commander of the whitebeard pirates has to do. And with Aiyanna being the records keeper for the crew, she was the one who taught him how to fill out all the paperwork, what kind of math he needed to do, and what he needed to give her. Eventually, Ace just started to save any kind of paper he got, giving Aiyanna a big stack of things once he has to turn in his paperwork. Some of these will be random notes, reminders, or even funny things that he found lying around while on a mission or in general. She’ll send back those things with doodles and some notes (such as “Keep it up!”, “You got this!”, “Remember to do this today Ace :),” or an occasional joke). I like to think he keeps some of them and looks at them from time to time.

8. Unlike some of the others who complain about Ace talking about his brother Luffy, Aiyanna will listen to him and his stories in great detail. By the time she meets Luffy she will know everything about that boy (Ace, fanboy much?). She’ll see Luffy do something and be like “oh so he still does ___ a certain way.” And everyone just goes “what?”

9. I like to think that they will call each other different nicknames just for the fun of it. Like Aiyanna would call him Pepper, Freckles, or Hot Stuff. While Ace would call Aiyanna Freckle (since she has so many freckles that she’s just one big freckle), Sweet Stuff, or Broccoli (in response to her pepper nickname for him).

~With Pomona~

1. Although Aiyanna loves her older brothers, she’s fiercely more protective and hangs out with her sisters when she can. With all the men on the ship, it makes sense that the girls would try to stick together and spend time together. Aiyanna is no exception, and often takes on the role as “older/big sister”.

2. This role sums up Pomona and Aiyanna’s relationship to a t. Aiyanna will give Pomona advise if she ever asks for it, will always be a shoulder for her to lean on, and is one of her number one fans. Even during Pomona’s relationship with Thatch, Aiyanna made sure that Pomona was always being treated right, and would take her side if anything happened.

3. If Pomona ever makes Aiyanna sweets or dishes, the nymph will be over the moon. Anything that she makes Aiyanna will cherish it and call it wonderful (even if she adds too much spice to it and Aiyanna is sitting over there crying but eating every last bite).

4. When the two have the chance, both of them would hang out in Aiyanna’s overcrowded office, Aiyanna showing the chef what types of plants can be edible, what parts can be used for what purposes, and how to identify them. Aiyanna believes that a chef or anyone who wants to cook good food should know exactly where their ingredients are coming from, including the herbs and spices.

5. I can totally see Pomona being a huge force in Aiyanna obtaining her Den Den Mushi Erpsi. The two of them were out shopping in town one day and the two of them came across a snail seller who was just about to kill the snail after he had been returned multiple times due to “bad behavior”. Luckily, the two of them were able to buy him and Pomona asked Aiyanna to take care of him. Erpsi is now an over sized snail who although likes to cause trouble and is a diva, he’s doing quite well for himself.

6. These girls will shower each other with puns. It doesn’t matter what it is. You know those videos where the guy is in the store with his girlfriend and is using the products to make puns? That’s them and neither of them have any regrets about it.

7. When Pomona needs to hide somewhere or doesn’t want to deal with people, I can see her turning into her moth form (if it gets super tiny that is) and just burying herself in Aiyanna’s hair to hide from others. Aiyanna doesn’t reveal her location but will sometimes boop her head to make sure she’s alright. I also like to think Aiyanna would make hats like these for her.

8. I like to think that after the two get to know each other more, their relationship will be based on deep mutual understanding and appreciation for the other. Aiyanna understands Pomona’s insecurities and often combats some of the same issues but in different ways. She’ll try to help her sister out however she can because she hates seeing Pomona upset. On the other hand, Pomona tries to help Aiyanna once she mentally gets into a dark place, especially when she starts drinking heavily. After Thatch’s death and the events of Marineford (worse come scenario), these two cling together like no tomorrow because both of them just know how the other is feeling and that they need each other more than ever.

9. Pomona was probably one of the first people who Aiyanna opened up to about her home island and family/priest situation. Marco knew something was up but didn’t press Aiyanna for details, just offering his shoulder for support at times. She would tell him about her emotions or how she was feeling in the beginning, but either than Pops, Pomona was the first one to know everything that happened. She encouraged her to tell Marco and eventually the others once the time became right. I like to think that even though Aiyanna tried being a rock to Pomona, Pomona provided Aiyanna with a good push that she needed in order to become more open about herself to her crew mates. And now Aiyanna is open about pretty much anything lol.

~With Rosa~

(For granted these aren’t as detailed as the others, but that’s because we haven’t really had these muses interact much yet lol. Hopefully that’ll change soon!!)

1. These girls will be the ultimate shopping partners and would have so much fun going to different stores on the island, trying things on together, buying sweets from the vendors, etc.

2. Aiyanna thinks Rosa is absolutely precious and has a huge big sister protective instinct for her. Someone looks at Rosa the wrong way? Yeah they’re going to have to deal with this fuming nymph and the rest of the Rosa Protection Squad.

3. Rosa’s passion for music automatically draws Aiyanna in. As an avid dancer, Aiyanna loves to listen to new songs and figure out what kind of dances she can come up for them.

4. The nymph would actively try to check to see if Rosa was doing alright. Just like with Marco, Aiyanna would bring Rosa tea or some desserts that she managed to sneak out of the kitchen, checking to see if the hummingbird was alright. She would often lend her an ear if she needed to speak to someone, and try to give her advice if she needed any. Aiyanna would definitely go through great lengths to make sure her sister is happy, because like Pomona, Aiyanna understands the insecurities that Rosa has and doesn’t want her to feel as bad as she does.

@xmenageriie @jijiivishaa @bluebcrn @xpuriity @the-flaming-spade

#nymph verse #Whitebeard pirates #headcanons #jijiivishaa #xpuriity #bluebcrn #xmenageriie #pomona #pomona the moth goddess #rosa #marco #thatch #big brother thatch #big brother marco #pretimeskip

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Transformers: Skyfall. Bonus Chapter: Beast of Burden

((Mun note: I’ve had this sitting in my WIP for about two months now and I reworked it a bit to make sense within what’s been happening in universe. Also, cropped it a lot. So it’s a little rough around the edges, but I don’t want to put more effort into it. I’m mostly just posting this to show off Skyfall and Fireworks cause Fireworks needs more love on my blog. As always, Light-Edge is over @light-edge-with-a-blog.))

The morning went by as uneventful as any other morning; make some COMM calls, touched base with a few clients, sat in and took notes for a meeting. Same old, same old at the Immigrations offices.

I was chatting with Fireworks in my office. For once it was over work. Velocitron’s delegate had gotten himself into a bit of hot water with the Cityspeakers of Caminus.

Apparently, when they visited Velocitron’s titan, the Cityspeakers found that he was in such disrepair that the religious order demanded answers for the titan’s abuse. Of course, Fireworks didn't have one.

On his homeworld, they didn't view titans in the same light. Due to the extreme nature of the radiation on the planet's surface, Velocitron’s cities moved to avoid their solar dawns which could have easily destroyed any permanent structures. Navitas, their titan, was also the planet’s capital. So, as long as Navitas kept moving; the Velocitronians never sent anyone to check on him.

So, over the centuries of isolation and the lack of anyone to communicate with, Navitas’s mind was in tatters. The Cityspeakers, who viewed titans as children of the Primes, were furious with their interstellar cousins.

Without getting proper council with Velocitron’s figurehead; the responsibly fell squarely on Fireworks’s shoulders.

Fireworks’s helm was flat against my desk. The Rolling Stones’ Beast of Burden spun around in my record player. He had come to vent. Yet, he hadn’t spoken a word since he collapsed on my table.

The record spun around and around. Much like Navitas.

The racer finally let out a long, frustrated sigh.

“Skyfall, I’m not a mnemosurgen and I’m not a shrink. I have no idea what the Cityspeakers want from me.”

“I think they just want someone to go and work with Navitas.”

“But none of us on Velocitron can do that!” He grunted.

Fireworks held his helm in his servos. His orange optics flickered up to me like I had all the answers.

“We’re racers! Not scientists!”

“Wasn’t Velocitron colonized by scientists?” I mentioned.

Fireworks huffed. He sat up in his chair and crossed his arms like an impugned sparkling.

“Right, yes. We have scientists. I get it. However, Velocitron’s sciences are mostly energy conversion or physics. Two things that’s not going to help an senile old titan.” He pointed to himself as he continued, “I’m a stuntman, for the wastes sake. How am I going to talk to the Camiens about something I know nothing about!?”

“You don’t need to talk at them.” I explained, “You can ask for help, you know.”

“Velocitron has never asked for help.” Fireworks hissed, “We’ve literally cut everyone out.”

“Everyone, but Cybertron. And Caminus. Isn’t that why you guys came home?”

Fireworks let out a low hum. The grounder leaned back in his chair. His optics where dim as he thought. A single digit drummed away on the surface of the table. This was the first time I had ever actually seen the proud mech look so defected. I scooted across the table top to rub his arm to give him some grounding.

“This is going to take a lot of convincing back home...” He muttered.

“And you’re just the bot to do it. Throw a party. Make an event of it. Invite the Camiens. Dazzle them. The Camiens would be interested in your planet’s energy conservation technology. Make a trade.”

I gently gave Fireworks a knock on his shoulder plates.

“You’re Fireworks; Velocitron’s leading man. The flame in everyone’s sparks. You can pull this off.”

Fireworks chuckled; sitting up straighter in his chair. The confidence returning to him in strides. He smirked as he scooped me off the table. I squeaked in surprise.

“You are a sweet talker, Ms. Skyfall.” He purred, “I knew that I could count on you to sort me out. Are you sure you’re not a politician?”

I giggled slightly as I tried to get out of his grasp, “Nope. I’m not a politician. I just work with them.”

“You’re smarter than any politician I know.” Fireworks mused.

He returned to his usual dramatic self within seconds; letting me return to work as he gracefully stood from his seat. Only so he could lean over it.

“Thank you for helping me get my helm out of my aft.”

I smirked, “Anytime.”

Before Fireworks could make it out of the room, the door slid open. Light-Edge stood in the doorway, looking both surprised and relieved at the same time. Fireworks eyed the mechling with a coy smile as he placed his servos on his hips. Light-Edge looked at him then to me. He waved shyly.

“Hey, finally found you, Skyfall. I didn’t mean to barge in on your meeting. I’m sorry-”

Fireworks decided to take the reins and cut in before I could even introduce the poor mechling. The Velocitron ambassador chuckled heartily as he stepped to face Light-Edge.

“On the contrary, you have perfect timing. We’re just about finished. I say, you must be new around here. I haven’t you in these halls before.”

Oh here we go. Fireworks was back in full force. I laughed and gestured a servo towards the black race car, “Light-Edge; this is Delegate Fireworks of Velocitron.” I did the same for the mechling as Fireworks went over to shake his hand. “And Fireworks, this is Light-Edge. He works security for Team Prime.”

Fireworks raised an impressed eyebrow, “Really now? Well then, congratulations on getting such a meaningful post.”

“Ah-ha, I wouldn’t say that-”

“Nonsense!” Fireworks was putting on the full works today. He patted the mechling’s back and said, “It’s quite impressive for a mech of your age! You should be proud of yourself, Light-Edge.”

Fireworks rambled on for a good minute or so. Buttering up the poor kid. Light-Edge looked so embarrassed that it looked like he wanted to disappear into his own plating. While, Fireworks’s smooth talking worked well with politicians; it wasn’t really getting him anywhere with the kid. I stepped in to end the onslaught of words coming out of Fireworks’s month.

“Was there something you wanted to ask me, Light-Edge?”

“Oh!” The mechling perked right up, “Yeah, um, I was wondering if you wanted to get some lunch? With me?”

“I would love too. Let me finish up in here and I’ll meet you in the lobby, ok?”

“Yeah, sound good. I’ll leave you to it then.”

Light-Edge nodded quickly. He sidestepped out of Fireworks hold, said his goodbyes and disappeared out of the room. Fireworks chuckled. He crossed his arms and looked over at me as I cleaned up my disk.

“And where have you’ve been hiding tall, dark and handsome?”

I rolled my optics. I grinned though. “He just immigrated here. Leave him alone. Besides, don’t you prefer Seekers anyways.”

“Oh, I do, sweetspark. However, I think that Light-Edge has his optics on a certain someone else.”

“Oh please.” I joked, “He’s my friend.”

“That’s what you think~!” Fireworks practically snag.

“And he knows I’m bonded.”

Fireworks came over and booped my nose. “Someone has a crush on you~!”

I hit the mech in the face with my tablet.

***

Sweet Solus Prime, Jack had a crush on me.

I am old enough to tell when I was being courted. Been through enough relationships to pick up on the small things that came with that. The little glances. The small gestures. The way he would fumble in both conversation and in his walk.

And you know what? I was falling for all of it.

Light-Edge was an upstanding gentlemech. Since day one, he had always been. He was funny. He was sweet. He was kind. He was eager to learn everything about Cybertron and opened minded to my home. Light-Edge even defended my status as an Decepticon when few others would.

I groaned as I rested my helm on my desk. Fireworks had a smug smile all across his face plates as he sat beside me. He rubbed my spinal strut.

“I told yoooou~!”

“Oh, can it…” I vented into the table. Fireworks chuckled.

“Told Sweet Wings yet?”

“Are you kidding me?” I held my helm in my arms. I looked up at the grounder, “Night Glide would kill him, if he found out. Like actually murder him. Do you know anything about Vosian Seekers?”

Fireworks simply shrugged

With a deep sigh, I sat up and ran my servos down my face.

“They are fiercely protective over their bondmates. Be it commanders, trinemates and sparkmates. Guess what I am, Fireworks? His sparkmate. If I tell him that I have feelings for Light-Edge; Night Glide will challenge him. Knowing Glide it would be a sword fight. I am not going to be the one responsible for their spilt energon. I've already been in one war. I'm not doing it again.”

Fireworks chuckled. He shook his helm in amusement.

“And you call me overdramatic.”

Fireworks leaned down to met me optic to optic, “So, what's the plan?”

“...I don't know.” I admitted.

“Isn't Amica Endra always an option?”

Fireworks comment made me take pause. Amica Endra? I groaned. Of course. Why the Pits didn’t I think of that? Well, I knew the reason. Mainly because Minicon didn't pair bond like that.

Pits, I was an outlier for even having a Conjux Endra. Minicons rarely bonded with full size Cybertronians. If at all. The ones that did were normally forced into it.

However, with the war being over; with everything being said and done, times were changing. Cultures were mixing. I wasn't disposable anymore. I was allowed to live freely.

Fireworks smiled. He knew that he was right.

He picked up a small quartz cluster from my desk. It was a foggy white color with little shine. However, I treasured it. Jack gave it to me from one of his trips back home. It was a natural formation found in a cave system near his hometown.

It reminded me of our first meeting. Sitting in the gardens and watching the sun set.

Fireworks looked over the stone with half lidded optics and spoke, “You Cybertronians are lucky. You can choose who you love. Back home, bots make fun of me for liking Seekers. Seekers are rare. They often get their wings clipped since there’s no space for them. Both in the cities and in society. It's either racing or nothing. However, people forgot how narrow minded we can be.”

I smiled weakly, “...Was that you being genuine for once?”

Fireworks chuckled. He set the stone back down in its place. “I'm allowed. Every once in a while.”

He affectionately nuzzled his cheek into my own, “And only with you, sweetspark...”

#transformers #transformers oc #transformers skyfall #writing #skyfall #fireworks #light-edge #not my oc #the rolling stones #beast of burden

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