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Snapshot #1 (Yellow, Purple, Red, Green Short Stories Series)

Small moments collected together to share more of their story.

(Short stories involving all the characters that are just here to add more to the series.)

Fandom: Super Mario & Related Fandoms Rating: Teen and Up Audiences Relationships: Luigi & Mario (Nintendo), Waluigi & Wario (Nintendo) Warnings/Additional Tags: Short stories involving more day to day lives, trying not to make anything to serious, if you have ideas you can message me!

1. The Sleepover (Anonymous)

Mario choked on his breath as he was ripped from his dreams. The dark images he’d just seen still dancing around in his head. His throat felt swollen, the scream stuck in there as fear held a tight grip around his heart. He felt like he was going to throw up.

Mind clearing up, Mario’s wide eyes darted around the darkened ceiling. Slowly releasing the death grip he had on his sheets. Trying to steady his breathing as he sat up. Still trying to peer into the darkness, swearing there was something hiding there.

But it was quiet.

Which somehow made everything so much worse.

Because his mind filled the void with shimmering, shifting forms moving through the darkness. A chilling laugh that echoed through his head.

He was up before he could really think about what he was doing or where he was supposed to be going. Feet moving toward the bedroom door, which was opened forcefully the next moment. Mario wincing as it bounced off the wall. The bang sounded louder in the quiet night.

The next sound came from Luigi’s room. A familiar yelp of surprise sprung Mario further into action. Only taking a few more steps until he was entering into his brother’s room.

The younger twin was rubbing sleep from his eyes quickly. Clearly trying to figure out where he was and what was going on. Bleary eyes eventually landed on Mario, who was frozen in the doorway.

“Mario? …Bro, what’s wro-” Luigi flinched when his brother suddenly stalked forward. Letting out a muffled ‘Oomph!’ as Mario collided into him. Arms wrapped tight around him. “B-Bro? What’s wrong? What’s happening?”

“Bad dream.” Mario mumbled back weakly.

“...Do you want to talk about it?” Luigi frowned softly, feeling his brother shake his head, “Okay…do you want to stay?”

“Please.”

“Okay…”

He wasn’t sure how long they sat there, on the edge of his bed. Mario desperately clinging to Luigi, who could only raise his own arms up to wrap about his brother. But he eventually felt Mario slowly fall limp. Breathing evening out.

Luigi let out a slow sigh as he moved them around. Both laying down as comfortably as he could get them. Feeling far more awake than before. Unable to fall back asleep for the rest of the night, listening to Mario’s breathing.

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Wario grumbled hearing the kitchen phone ringing, pulling him from his rather deep sleep. He knew it wasn’t a client, he’d caught up with all of his side jobs. It couldn’t be something with Waluigi. His brother would at least have the decency to tell him if something was going to be happening. And the idiot was still in his bed…at least he should be. Wario’s ears twitched hearing the familiar snoring when the phone wasn’t ringing.

So that meant…

“Who’s possibly dying this time.” Wario grumbled out as he pressed the receiver to his ear.

“Mario’s lying to me again. I mean, kind of? But, he’s not talking to me at the moment and it’s freaking me out.”

Well, at least no one was dying. But hearing how close Luigi was to breaking down woke Wario up immediately. “Okay, take a deep breath. Explain to me what’s happening.”

“Mario’s not had a full night's sleep in a week! He just tells me he’s having nightmares but won’t say anything else! I try talking to him during the day. But he just pushed it off. I think…I think it’s about King Boo.”

Wario felt his insides turn to ice. He really shouldn’t be so surprised everyone was still negatively affected. He didn’t even feel that he was that deep into the situation. He didn’t see King Boo. But that name still made him freeze. Waluigi had even commented how pale he had looked the following days.

(Which, Waluigi had not been pleased with hearing about what had happened when he was back in New Donk City. Showing his worry by sooking Wario some of his favorite meals.)

“I don’t want to push because I don’t want to make everything worse. But I want to help. But I don’t think talking will help because I know what’s wrong and I don’t know what could be said to make this better. Wario, I’m panicking, I don’t know what to do!”

On his part, Wario moved away from the receiver to let out a heavy sigh.

It was way too early for this.

“Okay, Luigi… Luigi?”

“Mhm…”

Alright, Luigi sounded even closer to his breakdown.

“Hey, we’re going to be okay. It’s all going to be okay. What are you two doing today?”

“N-Nothing, I m-mean, we’re going to be home all day.”

“Okay, listen to me. You two…just relax this morning, alright? Don’t worry about this, don’t think about it, I’m already working on some kind of solution. Okay?”

“Y-Yeah…”

“Luigi, take another deep breath, okay? Don’t worry, we’ll be over soon.”

“W-We? Over?”

“Go have your breakfast.”

Waluigi was rudely pulled from his sleep when his bedroom door was kicked open. Letting out a yelp as he fell off his bed. Tangled in the worn bed sheet. Once he’d freed his head from said sheet, wide eyes turned to glare at his brother, who was standing in the doorway. Hands on his hip with a wide smile on his face.

“Do you have a death wish.” Waluigi growled out.

“We’re not going to look to far into that comment,” Wario said, “Pack a bag! We’ve got a job to do!”

The twins were the next victims of getting their door kicked in. Both had been dozing on the couch, clearly exhausted. Not really taking anything in on the flashing television screen.

Only broken from their stupor when their front door was violently opened. Frantically scrambled to get back up, thinking Bowser had sent minions to take them down. Only to find Wario, beaming from the doorway, while Waluigi was behind carrying some heavy looking bags.

“Who… What are you two doing here?” Mario asked weakly, hands still up in defense.

“We’re having a sleepover! Whether you like it or not! Plus, we’ve never been to your house and you’ve seen ours at least twice now.”

Mario was clearly confused and only broke from it when Wario walked further in. “W-Wait, don’t we get a say in this?”

“Well sure. You get to decide where we’re going to order dinner from.”

“Wario-”

“Calm down Mini-Me.”

As the two fell into a familiar bickering, Luigi turned to Waluigi. Who had finally walked in to drop the bags onto the floor.

“This was his idea?”

Waluigi huffed, “I suppose so. Took me forever to stop him from saying this was a ‘Slumber Party’.”

“And you’re just…going along with this?” Luigi let out an annoyed grunt as his hair was ruffled.

“Is it still sinking into your brain that you’re stuck with us?”

Wario’s version of a sleepover consisted of a parade of different foods, drinks and forms of entertainment. With the beginning being numerous board games the older brothers had brought over. Then, when it was clear the twins weren’t able to properly focus, all moved to the surprisingly large couch. The television turned back on and turned into a channel that showed nothing but movies.

While Luigi was enjoying himself, he was also slightly confused. What was the point of it? Normally for this situation, there would be some kind of discussion. A breakdown of what was happening. All of this was somehow…worrying, but oddly comforting. Because it was nice to just relax. Leaning against Mario as they all watched the movies.

But Luigi was just waiting for something to happen

Was there something deeper behind this?

Weren’t they supposed to talk about this?

Mario woke with a quick start. Slightly disoriented as he knew this wasn’t his bedroom, but it was his house. Was he in the living room? Why was he there? Why was he so warm?

Something shifted on his chest, causing Mario to jerk once more in surprise. Only to relax when he realized it was just Luigi. The younger brother using him as a pillow, arms weakly wrapped around Mario.

The television was still on, the volume low. Offering the only light and steady noise for the room. Curtains were slightly pulled back, showing the darkened sky and the easily seen moon hanging high in it.

A loud snore sounding startled Mario. Turning back as best he could, finding Wario and Waluigi also resting on the couch. Waluigi’s head was tilted back, mouth agape, snoring loudly. Wario was sandwiched between everyone, seeming uncaring that he was squished, sleeping soundly as well.

Mario rubbed his eyes before lying back down against Wario, letting out a slow sigh. The feeling of the nightmare was still hanging around. But it didn't seem to be as heavy as it had been the previous nights. Somehow, even with how nervous he felt, Mario seemed to feel better immediately seeing everyone there.

The numb stupor he’d fallen into was broken when a heavy arm was wrapped around him. The area where Luigi wasn’t taking up. Mario was a little startled when he was basically hugged.

“You need to relax.” Wario grumbled softly.

“...I’m trying.”

“M’kay… How are you feeling?”

Mario shifted weakly as he settled closer. “...I don’t know. I know that I’m tired, that I keep having nightmares and why.”

“King Boo?” Wario didn’t miss the way Mario shivered.

“Yeah…”

“I think we’re all going to be recovering from this for a while.”

“I wasn’t even awake for it,” Mario weakly argued back.

“I didn’t even see the Boo, but I’m freaked out too. It’s okay to feel like this. I think your brain’s just scrambled from what happened to you. I figured waking up in a room with everyone already here would help.”

“...Was this entire thing an excuse to check on how bad I was doing?”

“More of Luigi didn’t know how to help and called me.”

“Lu…”

“Do you think you want to talk about it?”

“I mean…I don’t know. There’s really nothing much to tell. I don’t really remember anything about my dreams. Just bad feelings. Bad memories. Purple eyes…”

“Will you at least work out a plan with Luigi about this? We’re not going to be over here every night, we can’t.”

“...I just don’t want to put more on him. He had to face so much,” Mario let out a slow sigh, “It’s unfair.”

“You’re an idiot,” Waluigi’s groggy voice sounded from the other side of the couch, “Your brother can handle a lot more than you think. You’re still babying him.”

“Though, I suppose Luigi is the baby of the group.” Wario stated.

Mario tried to hold back his laughter so as to not wake Luigi, “He will not be happy if he hears that. What are you even doing awake Waluigi? You sounded dead asleep a few seconds ago.”

“Could be asking you two the same thing.”

“Nightmare.”

“I gathered.”

“Then why did you ask?”

“To annoy you.”

“Alright you two, enough. How about we try getting some more sleep.”

“Who died and made you the big brother?”

“No one. I’m just older than all of you, that simple.”

“So it’s a listen to your elders moment.”

“Waluigi, I will throttle you.”

Mario laughed softly as he listened to the interaction between the other brothers. Slowly moving Luigi up so Wario’s arm could wrap around the both of them easily. Mario tucked his brother’s head under his chin as he held Luigi closer.

The issue wasn’t resolved. Not even close.

But at least Mario could fall back asleep. Without fear gripping at him. Listening to Wario and Waluigi whisper argue at each other.

+_+_+_+_+_+

2. Royal Duties

While Peach loved her kingdom, loved her people, there were times when she wished she could just sleep for days on end. A full day of blissful unconsciousness. She was a princess though, she had her daily expectations.

That didn’t mean she didn’t let out a sigh of relief when the meeting was finally dismissed. Already waving her guards and Toadsworth away. Knowing her personal entourage was already waiting for her.

Peach wasn’t sure when it started happening. But in more recent months her days ended with one of the brother’s staying with her. Either all together or just a single brother. Each setting offering a different experience.

The first time Peach was met by them in the Great Hall, it was an eruption of laughter when the doors opened. She was a little surprised to see Wario and Mario ‘fighting’.

Or as Toadsworth gruffly mumbled, “Unnecessary rough housing.”

Waluigi and Luigi were nearby, just in case. But were relaxed as they watched their respected brother. Luigi was the one to notice Peach entering first. Still very shy around the princess, the twin in green had turned to poke at Waluigi’s arm. Jerking his head to Peach instead of verbally telling that she had arrived. This in turn caused Waluigi to walk forward and pull at the other two’s ears. Wario and Mario immediately crying out in pain.

“You’re ripping my ear off, you ass!” Wario called out. While Mario was rescued when Luigi broke the grip around his ear.

“Then stop being an idiot. Peach is here.”

With that announcement, all focus was put onto the princess. All asking if she would be interested in joining them. Acting as escort away from the castle and to enjoy some time in the city the twins were still getting used to.

Even with Toadsworth’s vocal apprehension, Peach was absolutely thrilled. Eagerly agreeing. Asking for a few minutes to change into something more comfortable before they all left.

It was quickly established that when it was all five of them together, it was quite an affair. A homemade meal out by the large lake, underneath a large tree that brought Peach back to her childhood. Or enjoying a stroll through the small shopping district. The brother’s (mainly Mario and Wario) offered the most commentary over what they found.

No doubt the citizens would think this was a rather dull outing. Something relatively simple. But Peach found it charming and overall calming. Being away from the castle walls and expectations melting away as she could just be around some of her favorite people. The first time this happened, she was unaware of how much she really needed it until she was in the midst of it.

It was honestly her first outing since her parents had passed…

After a while, the group outings were spread out. Dotted between the individual meetings she would eventually start having with each brother.

Wario was the first to offer time to, as he casually put it, ‘hang out’.

“You know, like when we were kids.”

Their time together was hiding away in the areas, both in the castle and in the town below, that they’d discovered when they were much younger. There wasn’t as much room for them to share as before. Both haven grown a little since then.

But it didn’t dampen Peach’s mood. Who was just thrilled to be able to swap childhood stories with someone she’d been so close to once before. About the mischief they’d gotten into. How wonderful her parents were. Making sure to give a wide berth on discussing Wario’s parents. Instead, eagerly chatting about current affairs, not royal focused, but about things that just made them happy.

“I’d hate to say it,” Wario said, “but I don’t think we’d be here if not for Mini-Me.”

“You make it sound like a bad thing.” Peach teased. Laughing softly as she was playfully shoved. “What do you mean?”

“I’m pretty sure we wouldn’t go out of our way to talk to each other if there wasn’t something to make us talk.”

“You kicked down my door when you found out I had been captured.”

“True, but I only stuck around because we decided to take care of our new friend.”

“...Suppose you’re right…”

Waluigi was a rare visit. On days when he didn’t have business and his garden was well cared for, he would appear at the castle. Peach would greet him with a warm smile, to which he would merely offer a small nod back.

Their time was spent in the library. Sharing a pot of tea while reading from the wide offering of novels. Occasionally discussing what they’d read about. But more often than not, they would just sit and enjoy the silence.

Peach believed Waluigi arrived here specifically for that quiet. For a break away from everyone.

When the group outings slowed down, it was mostly replaced with time being around Mario. Especially after he’d asked to allow him to take Peach out. Peach could tell he was nervous every time they were together. Even now, after so many outings, Mario seemed to tiptoe around her. As if fearful he could do or say something wrong. But that didn’t stop him from being a gentleman around her.

In full honesty, Peach had been smitten with the red-dressed human for a while. Long before Mario first asked her out. Because even if Mario didn’t fall for her right away, Peach found him charming and sincere. Peach had had plenty of royal suitors before, trying to win her hand and heart. Believing their title would be enough.

There were numerous times where Peach had to keep Daisy back.

Mario was very different. Soft spoken, focused on making sure Peach was comfortable around him, that she was enjoying herself when they were together. He was quick witted, able to carry a conversion if needed. But the quiet calm between them was a comfort Peach wasn’t aware that it was something she needed.

Even with how long they would spend time together, Peach could tell that Mario still felt nervous around her. If any contact was initiated, it was Peach who took the lead. Kisses placed on the human’s forehead and cheeks. Peach pretty sure any further would cause Mario to fully combust.

Toadsworth was already unhappy with how many burnt marks the castle now held.

But Peach didn’t mind. She merely saw them as reminders. Mario’s non-verbal confirmation for his full emotion towards her.

Luigi was the last person who visited Peach on his own. She wasn’t offended with how long it had taken. If anything, she was more surprised when he did arrive at the castle on his own. She’d always seen the younger twin as a very quiet and very nervous individual.

She was wrong, to a point.

When Luigi first arrived, he wasn’t able to explain what he was there for. Looking like he’d accidentally appeared. Eyes darting around, unable to stay focused on one area for more than a few seconds.

Peach broke the silence by offering Luigi a seat in the quiet library with a pot of her favorite tea to share between them. To which he quietly nodded in agreement. It took a few minutes of Peach discussing every topic she could think of before Luigi spoke.

A quiet voice asking about the royal gardens. About the variety of flowers and vegetation that grew near the castle. Peach was absolutely thrilled to discuss this. Even asking if the green dressed twin wanted to take a walk around said garden. To which the answer was another nod. A more exciting one.

It was as they entered said area that Luigi began to fully open up. Cheerfully commenting as he discussed what was growing, specifically the colors that they were seeing. Asking as many questions as he could think of with Peach providing her best answers.

“I’m sorry,” Luigi suddenly said, laughing weakly. They’d just started their third walk around.

“What for?”

“I’m sure you have more important things to do than answer my questions. I didn’t mean to take up so much of your time.”

“No no, I’m enjoying myself,” Peach comforted, “This has been fun, promise.”

Luigi looked…stunned by this. Wide eyes seeming to shine as he weakly voiced a, “Really?”

“Of course. I hope you can stop by more often to talk.”

While she felt a quiet worry about Luigi’s reactions, Peach didn’t comment on it. Because no one should be that happy to just be heard. To be listened to. So what could have possibly happened to make the human act like this?

She couldn’t worry about that now. Instead, doubling down on focusing on Luigi’s words once more. Locking arms together and giving a gentle squeeze, smiling as the human looked back at her in surprise.

Luigi became the most frequent visitor to the castle behind Mario. The more he dropped by, the further he relaxed around Peach. Who in turn learned that Luigi allowed himself to open up more when he felt relaxed. When he felt safe.

More than a few brief moments hitting Peach in wondering if this is how Luigi was around Mario. When it was just the two of them. Something about that made her heart warm in happiness, in hoping that the human felt that comfortable around the princess.

She wondered if Mario would be too upset if she could also call Luigi her ‘younger brother’.

But that was a discussion for another time.

For that day, as Peach arrived at the Great Hall, she was greeted by all four of her boys. All beaming back as she offered her own smile. Happy to know she was going to spend this warm and pleasant afternoon with her growing family.

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3. The Brief Parent Discussion (vine-should-comeback)

“...What were your parents like?” Luigi’s question seemed to echo loudly through the large hall. Walls lined with the portraits of past royals. The green-dressed human’s focused on the one depicting Peach’s parents. A human and a differently built, tall Toad.

Wario was closest to Luigi to address him first, “What do you want to know?”

“Hold up,” Waluigi frowned, “How much are we spilling here?”

Luigi shrugged weakly, “Whatever you feel comfortable with.”

“We could share too, if that makes you feel better.” Mario offered.

“Our mom looked a little like Peach,” Wario started off slowly, “Or, well, a bit more like us. I mean, duh, she was our mom. Pointed ears, pale skin, looks relatively human, but she had some red patches on her jawline and neck. We think that was part of her Toad heritage. She didn’t have a cap, but she had small spots. She was…kind…”

“She was easily swayed,” Waluigi sighed as he sat on the other end of the bench, “She fell in love with our dad very quickly, had us, then was heartbroken when he just…left us. Gave up on life.”

“She passed away a few months after he disappeared…”

“Do you…know what happened to him?” Mario asked.

Wario shook his head. “We don’t know. We really don’t know a lot about him. He was human-”

“Wait, really?” Luigi leaned forward with interest at that.

“Yes, annoyingly so.” Waluigi huffed.

“Was the reason our mom fell in love with him, by her own admission. He claimed he was an explorer, a ‘treasure hunter’. Said he found amazing things when he was on Earth. Like some golden chest that he called an Ark and a special cup belonging to this other guy that walked on water,” Wario shrugged, “Don’t know, said a lot of weird words. But he was excited to be here. Claimed he was going to discover so much here.”

“All he did was sit on the couch and drink,” Waluigi leaned slightly onto Mario to look at Luigi, “When he disappeared, I thought he’d gone back home. Back to Earth.”

Luigi’s eyes widened at the comment. “Is that why you thought Mario and I had been able to finish business on Earth? That we had a way back?”

“Don’t know where else he would have gone. Thought he’d found a way back and out of the ‘horrid relationship’ as he called it when mom was asleep. He never left the couch unless he absolutely had to.”

“Maybe he was doing a job?” Luigi asked with a sheepish smile.

“Doubt it. We never saw him work a day in our lives when he was around. We don’t know what happened to him and we don’t care.”

Mario, with the tallest brother leaning on him, peered over to Wario. Who held a tight lip and downcasted eyes. He wasn’t given long to question that look before he was gently shaken by Waluigi.

“So, what about you two? Greenie said you didn’t have any family relations back on Earth.”

“Well, he’s right,” Mario answered, “We’re…what, third-generation of our family? Grandma and Grandpa moved from Italy to the States. They wanted a really big family, but…it didn’t really work. Dad was the only surviving family member when we were born.”

“How many were there supposed to be?”

“Our dad and two uncles. Grandparents died of old age and health complications. Dad had just graduated from trade school when they passed. One uncle died on the job. Dad wouldn’t really talk about it, just said his brother was an adrenaline person and his job reflected it. The other uncle hung out with the wrong people. Passed when he was in college.”

“Well damn, these ‘states’ didn’t treat your family well.” Wario commented. Earning a flick to the ear from his own brother.

Waluigi in turn continued the conversation by asking, “What was your dad like?”

“Very hard working,” said Luigi, “He claimed his best days were during power outages. We wouldn’t see him for days. Arriving back with a huge smile and some kind of treat.”

“He was…very much a man who made his way,” Mario continued, “He was tough but fair. He expected you to work your issues out and if you couldn’t, you find another soulution.”

“Wait, he was an electrician, but you two went into plumbing?”

“Mom says it was because we liked what they got to work with. Loved to tell this story of when we were babies and a plumber stopped by to fix the bathroom sink. She found us right outside, each holding a pipe. Giggling as we held them up to look through them. She swore we were looking for something specific.” Luigi smiled fondly at the memories.

“It's just something that stuck with us. We liked how everything worked, how the inner workings functioned and how to fix them. It was…strange. But yeah, we were more interested in plumbing than wiring.”

“Well, we’ve heard plenty about your dad,” Waluigi said, “What about your mom?”

“She stayed at home. School days ended with her giving us some kind of treat with a hushed promise to not tell dad. She was really nice, always talking to the neighbors, giving out food and help to whoever needed it. Said she was building her own family…”

“Mom wouldn’t really talk about her family a lot,” Mario took over, “We don’t know what happened, just she’s been on her own for awhile before meeting dad.”

Luigi laughed softly at that, “They literally ran into each other at the store.”

“Oh yeah, and they were surprised that they were looking for the same thing!”

“They then had an argument as mom liked the name brand and dad swore the generic was just as good.”

“If not better since he could save a few bucks.”

“He was such a penny pincher.”

“Oh, remember when we tried to help mom in the kitchen and just ended up making a huge mess?”

“And dad came home, clearly exhausted, and was met with two screaming kids drenched in butter and seasoning. While mom was just staring at the tower of dirty dishes with nothing actually made.”

“Because we put the temperature on the wrong setting! Ugh, I thought dad was going to burst with rage when he took everything in. But he just laughed and said ‘Now would be a good time for pizza’.”

“Was that the first time we had Punch Out Pizza?”

“...You know what, I think you’re right. We didn’t eat out a lot, did we?”

“Well, that’s because dad wanted to save money if possible.”

“True. But that pizza place did become a second home.”

“I think Ms. Miranda would have some words for you if she heard you say that.”

The twins dissolved into light laughter, leaning against each other as they no doubt thought back on their childhood. Wario and Waluigi allowed them the time to reminisce before they fell silent. Neither missing when the emotions turned sour. Luigi pressed his forehead against Mario’s as their smiles slipped to small frowns.

“What happened to them?” Waroi asked gently.

Mario immediately wrapped an arm around Luigi, who moved his head to lay it on Mario’s shoulder. “It was a car accident, head on collision… The other person was drunk. They got out just fine somehow. We were told dad was gone first, was…was hit first. Mom…she passed being transported to the hospital.”

The twins didn’t complain when they were suddenly squished on the bench. Wario and Waluigi wrapped an arm around the other two as best they could.

“How old were you two?”

“A few months shy of 18,” Mario replied, “It was a bit of a fight to make sure we weren’t separated.”

“Mario yelled at a judge.” Luigi whispered with a small smile.

“We were able to rent out a small apartment and enter trade school. Got our degree and busted our butts to keep ourselves afloat… But we were able to stay together, and that’s all that mattered.”

Wario and Waluigi shared a quiet look of worry.

Unsaid concern, each no doubt flashing back to their own broken relationship. The silent conversation ended when they turned their attention to the numerous paintings before them.

“Yeah… That’s all that matters.”

+_+_+_+_+_+

4. Training (fishtale88)

The kingdom barely began to stir as the morning arrived. Citizens took their time as they dressed and ate their breakfast. Even the sun seemed sluggish as it rose into the sky. It was an all around calm and quiet morning as the Toads started their day.

Businesses opening first, their patrons arriving soon enough. Mainly those who didn’t want to make their own breakfast at home.

One bakery was unaware of the upcoming destruction. Customers enjoy their drink and pastries while enjoying the cool morning. Owners stocking their displays while also preparing their next order. Quiet conversations being held as they all began to wake…

It was all broken by a round of loud barking. A few screams followed this as tables on the outer edge were suddenly knocked over. Patrons and cafe items scattering on the ground as a spectral pup jumped onto one table still standing. Clear eyes darting around from treat to treat, seeming unbothered by the disturbance they were causing. Instead, chopping down on one of the closest pastries before rushing off once more.

There was only a few seconds to try and collect their thoughts over what happened when a voice desperately called out.

“Polterpup, no! Bad puppy, bet back here!”

Luigi paused by the same toppled over tables. Hands on his knees, one even holding a Golden Bone, as he gasped for air. Looking up to give a weak wave and sheepish grin to the numerous Toads watching him.

“S-Sorry, I’m really sorry! I-I’ll come back to h-help clean up, promise!”

All just watched in quiet fascination as Luigi raced off. Calling out the pup’s name once more.

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Toadsworth hummed softly as he left the castle to begin his afternoon stroll through the gardens. The warm sun felt wonderful on his old bones. Heading straight for his favorite spot first. The numerous colors no doubt going to lighten his mood. The fragrance a wonderful change after-

“Polterpup, no! No, get out of there!”

Toadsworth was pulled from his musing hearing a familiar frantic voice. Turning the corner to find the same flowers he’d been looking to see not torn to shreds. The ground nothing more than mounds of dirt, the grass torn away into clumps.

Among it all was Luigi who was frantically holding up a wiggling Polterpup. Who was covered with dirt and happily transferring it onto the human. Seeming absolutely pleased with themselves and the damage they’ve done.

Luigi, unaware that anyone else was around, jumped hearing Toadsworth’s cry of despair. “O-Oh, Toadsworth! H-How are you today?”

“What happened to the garden!” The old Toad asked in distress.

“Um, well, Polterpup was, um, very excited to s-see what was growing here.”

“Out! Leave!” Toadsworth shouted while pointing his cane, “You best start keeping that beast on a short leash until you can train them properly!”

Luigi didn’t answer as he ran off, Polterpup tucked under his arm.

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“No, no, don’t you dare-” Luigi let out a sputtering cry and Polterpup shook themselves off. Water and mud splattering everywhere in the bathroom. The human only able to cover their face with the towel meant to dry Polterpup. Letting out a sigh as the pup stopped. “Really? You couldn’t…just not?”

He looks up hearing a gentle knock on the bathroom door. Finding a clearly amused Mario standing in the doorway, eyes looking around the destroyed area. “So…did you two have fun today?”

“Sure, we’ll call it that.” Luigi huffed as he finally wrapped Polterpup in the towel. Drying off said pup even more. Trying to determine how long it was going to clean the bathroom, again. “I’m guessing Peach told you?”

“Mmm, more of we hear Toadswroth’s rantings over that happened. Sort of figured it out from there. Polterpup seemed to have had a full day.”

“They terrorized so many Toads, tore up more than just the castle’s garden, ate things that were and were not food, and now I have myself and my bathroom to clean.”

“How about you focus on the shower and yourself. I can handle the rest.”

Luigi looked over with wide eyes of relief, “Really?”

“Yeah, we’ll have this place cleaned in no time. Just let me get the supplies and this pup on the bed so they don’t bother us.”

In no time Luigi and the bathroom were completely clean. The younger twin dressed in his best sleep wear and he collapsed onto the bed. Just avoiding Polterpup. Who trotted over and laid happily across Luigi’s back. Who let out a whine. “Why can’t they just listen to me?”

Mario laughed softly, reaching out to pat Polterpup’s head. “Well, we didn’t ask how well they’d been trained by the professor before he left. Plus, they’re just excited! New people, new places, and they get to stay with us? It’s all so exciting.”

“Still…I feel like they’re taunting me in some way.”

“No, they like you.”

As if to prove the point, Polterpup let out a small yip before wiggling off Luigi’s back. Only to push their way into the human’s hold. Luigi laughed softly as Polterpup licked his face.

“We just need to get them used to everything.” Mario commented.

“Yeah, I guess…”

The brother’s swapped their ‘goodnights’ as Mario left, closing the bedroom door behind him. Luigi turned to properly lay on his side to hold Polterpup closer. Soon enough falling asleep, snoring softly as the late evening turned into proper night.

At some point, Polterpup had fallen asleep as well. More than content to be situated in Luigi’s arms. Happily listening to the human’s steady heartbeat as they slept on.

But as the clock rolled over to 3AM, their eyes snapped open.

Head lifting up as they sniffed the air. Nose twitching constantly, pulling out from Luigi’s hold, slowly circling the room as they searched for something. Eventually plopping themselves down under the desk. Panting softly as they waited, knowing what they were expecting to see.

Because they knew this game, they were used to this game.

Soon enough, the top portion of a Greenie Ecto-Ghost popped up from the floor. Right before Polterpup. Both staring at each other down the Ecto-Ghost became visibly tense.

When neither moved, Greenie huffed and floated further up. Blowing a raspberry before turning to Luigi and-

Polterpup suddenly arched their back, growling darkly with a dangerous aura enveloping him. The bravado the Greenie held before immediately disappeared as they inched away. Another low growl sent the Ecto-Ghost fleeing. A small shriek sounding as they phased through the floor.

Only when the scent completely disappeared did Polterpup relax. Happily panting as they made their way back to the bed. Wiggling into Luigi’s hold once more, who let out a yawn and tightened his hold around the spectral pup. Still sleeping soundly. Polterpup let out a contented hum as they relaxed further into the hold, eyes closing.

#yellow purple red green #mario #luigi #wario #waluigi #s-creations #mario and luigi #princess peach #story stories #smb #super mario bros #season 2 starting!

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parcequecestnotreprojeeeet · 11 months

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Hello! It’s Winter! I wanted a touching, heart breaking story. A break from my smut 😜

Precious Cargo

“Mr. President.”

Emmanuel looked up to see an advisor step cautiously into his office. This man was new to his staff, only having worked at the palace for a little over 2 months.

“What is it? I’m busy,” Emmanuel explained rudely, tapping on the screen of his iPhone for the 30th time.

“It’s your wife,” the man spoke softly, knowing what that sentence would do to the man behind the desk.

Emmanuel froze upon hearing the word “wife.” He knew Brigitte’s plane was expected back in 30 minutes, from a trip he wished she hadn’t gone on. He had a bad feeling the morning of her departure and couldn’t shake it, no matter how hard he tried to tell himself nothing would happen.

Now, he understood why his body signals were so strong.

Emmanuel managed to get his question out, “What happened?”

The advisor cleared his throat, “The… Madame’s plane was struck by lightning. And… we lost signal. The plane vanished, Sir.”

The whole world - Emmanuel's world - stopped.

He tried to catch his breath, but he couldn’t, it was impossible. His lungs had failed, and he desperately needed to lie down. No, this couldn’t be happening. He needed to see her, to touch her, to hold her and never let her go again. Why hadn’t she listened? Why did she insist on this ridiculous trip?

“I’m so sorry, Sir,” the man spoke, trying to fill the void of silence with comforting words. “I know how much you loved.…”

“No! Don’t say that! Stop talking! My wife is not gone! She’s not!!!” Emmanuel shouted, getting louder with each word. “Get out!!!”

The man quickly turned around and ran toward the hallway. He had been picked to deliver the bad news, and he hated every second of it. Everyone knew what Brigitte meant to Emmanuel. The messenger knew he was going into a warzone before he even stepped into that office.

Emmanuel couldn’t just sit behind his stupid desk. The presidency and all the shit that went with it suddenly meant nothing to him. He needed answers.

How does a plane suddenly vanish off the radar? Why was his wife flying in horrible conditions? Who was this idiot pilot? Didn’t he realize he had precious cargo onboard?

Emmanuel took a few steps toward the door but he had to stop. Running in the opposite direction toward his private bathroom, he emptied the contents of his stomach into the porcelain bowl. He didn’t have the strength to stand up, instead, he remained on the cold floor waiting for another round to come out of his body.

Sitting up against the wall, he buried his head in his hands, finally allowing the tears to flow freely.

“Emmanuel?”

He thought he had heard the sound of heels just a few moments ago, but he assumed he was dreaming. Garnering all the energy his body could manage, he rose from the floor and into her arms.

“Chéri! What’s wrong? Are you okay?” She asked, her voice shaking with fear after finding her husband in the fetal position.

He didn’t answer with words, because words weren’t enough, but with actions instead. After he was done kissing her face, his hands found the strap of her dress and pulled them down, revealing her red strapless bra.

“Honey! Stop! What are you doing?” Brigitte asked, stepping back. Ordinarily, she would never stop him but she could tell something was wrong. Besides, she could smell something unpleasant in the bathroom and she needed fresh air.

Emmanuel brought her to the couch and pulled her onto his lap, squeezing her so tight she thought she was going to burst.

“What has gotten into you? You couldn’t have missed me that much. I was only gone for 12 hours,” Brigitte laughed nervously, not having seen her husband behave like this since they first started dating.

“I was told your plane was struck by lightning and that they lost signal.” He stated, “I … I thought I lost you.”

She cradled his head against her chest, “Sweetheart, it wasn’t that bad. There was some lightning but the plane was never hit. We landed safely. See! I’m right here - all in one piece.”

“Brig - don’t ever joke about that!!” He shook his head realizing how aggressive his tone had been. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I am not myself right now.” She continued to hold him tightly, running her fingers through his wavy hair. “It’s okay, I’m here. I’m not going anywhere.”

They sat in comfortable silence for a few minutes until she needed to get up and use the restroom. “Emmanuel … Emmanuel?” She tried to move his body but he wouldn’t budge. He had finally fallen asleep in her arms.

Helloo Winter! ❤️

I think someone is about to get fired 😅 Or i would probably even quit myself straight away, out of shame 😂

But poor Manu, his was really upside down for a few minutes there. I’m glad you didn’t keep the anguish for too long and Brigitte showed up quickly. But not so ready to smell Emmanuel’s vomit, even for some woohoo time 😂

Him falling asleep in her arms 🥰

Thank you so much, Winter! ❤️❤️❤️

#fanfic #winter

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myherowritings · 4 years

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Three in the Morning

— You’ve missed your best friend after not seeing him for over a week. To fix that problem, you show up at his window at three in the morning to fill the Iwaizumi-shaped void in your heart.

pairing: iwaizumi hajime x reader word count: 2.9k genre: college/university au, fluff warnings: intoxication (reader is tipsy hghfjsd), jealous reader at one point, cuddling in bed, tooth-rotting fluff

a/n: written for bnha sanctuary one prompt haikyuu collab! :D a bunch of writers wrote their take on the same prompt “it’s 3am why are you outside my window” and this is the fic i came up with based on it! check out the other amazing fics here u won’t regret it ;) xx sof

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Walking around in the middle of the night just the slightest bit tipsy wasn’t the smartest thing you’ve done in your whole college career, but you could safely say it wasn’t the dumbest— Not that it was something you should be proud of.

You and your roommates had just gotten home from a party and, for some odd reason, you had the sudden urge to see one of your best friends, Iwaizumi Hajime, right at that very moment. He had been studying for midterms all week and you weren’t able to hang out with each other like you normally did, causing a Iwaizumi-shaped void that you wanted to fill. (In a strictly platonic way, of course.)

And when you were half-sleep deprived, half-inebriated, it wasn’t uncommon for you to be rather...impulsive. From ordering too much takeout from any “open 24-hour” restaurant within a five mile radius, to uploading a video of you trying to come up with the perfect pasta recipe, you’ve done a handful of bizarre things during the ungodly hours of the night. But even you weren’t sure what was going on through your mind that convinced you sneaking out of your apartment and heading to Iwaizumi’s nearby was the best course of action while still slightly intoxicated.

The clock on your phone read that it was only a quarter ‘til three and you quickly shrugged on a jacket and sent Iwaizumi a sloppy “i’m omw iwaaaachann” text before stepping foot outside your door, making sure to shut it silently as to not awaken your roommates who had just fallen asleep.

As you made your way through your apartment complex, the thought briefly crossed your mind that Iwaizumi might be sleeping at the moment, especially since he had just finished his midterm exams, but you shrugged it off. You would cross that hurdle when you got there.

And so, when you finally—through some miracle from above—arrived at Iwaizumi’s in one piece, you weren’t sure what else to do other then stare at his half cracked open window. Since he lived on the second floor, it wasn't uncommon for him to leave a window open for air to come through during the hot seasons.

“Iwaizumi!” you yelled in a quiet whisper, hoping the wind would carry your words into his apartment for you.

When you received no reply, you pulled our your phone and began to message him. Although Iwaizumi liked to pretend he was an unsentimental guy who didn’t have time to deal with others’ bullshit, it was obvious that was false. He cared a lot about everyone, especially his friends. Maybe even too much. And one of the ways he showed he secretly cared was always having his phone on full ringer in case anyone needed help in the middle of the night— Something that was surprisingly quite common when you were friends with the chaos that was Oikawa.

Would it be mean to use that knowledge to your own advantage and spam Iwaizumi until he replied?

Maybe.

But in your defense, you were practically having an emergency only he could help with. You desperately needed your Iwaizumi fix after not having seen him in over a week and there was no one better to help you that problem than Iwaizumi himself.

Besides, texting him until he wakes up would be better than Romeo-and-Julieting this and climbing in through his window. Trying to scale a building while tipsy was too idiotic, even for you.

Y/N: are u awakeee?

Y/N: wakey wakey

Y/N: i miss u :(

Y/N: i’m outside ur window wink wonk

Y/N: iwaaa >.>

There was a cacophonous sound of loud text chimes ringing one after the other followed by a deep grunt and stretching sound. You pictured Iwaizumi blearily getting out of bed and checking his phone that he kept across the room (to minimize at-night screen time, he claimed) with a heavy-lidded look on his face.

After a few seconds of unidentifiable shuffles, you heard a strangled cry of, “What the—?!” before you saw the shadow of his head through the window screen.

“Y/N?” he asked incredulously, voice still rough and scratchy from having just been awakened.

You waved, beaming wildly. “Iwaizumi!”

There was a deep sigh as he cracked the glass open even wider. “It’s three in the morning— Why are you outside my window?” He peered down at you almost stumbling on the spot. “And are you drunk?”

“Barely,” you assured, though you still felt a slight buzz in your fingertips. “I missed you so I came here.”

“I— What? I mean— Huh?” he demanded, visible confusion in his tone. He rubbed his forehead before correcting himself. “I mean I miss you too. But it’s three in the morning! You couldn’t wait to miss me in a few hours instead?”

You didn’t know whether to pout because he didn’t grow some Rapunzel hair and let you climb it up to the window and fall into his open arms like you’d imagined, or cheer because he said he missed you too. Blissfully, you chose the latter. “You miss me?”

“Is that really all you heard?” said Iwaizumi with a snort before shaking his head in defeat. “Come up here. I’ll unlock the door for you.”

Your face lit up instantly as you nodded, bounding up the stairs of his apartment building and meeting with him face-to-face at his doorstep.

He had his arms folded over his chest as he waited for you at the entrance and, though he had tired circles under his eyes and still seemed half-asleep, was looking as attractive as ever. Not even the white polka dots on his pajama shorts could talk away from that fact. If anything, it made him all the more adorable.

“Iwa-chan!” you greeted excitedly, but still careful as to make sure you weren’t loud enough to wake up his roommate. You opened your arms out and he begrudgingly accepted your embrace. (Well, he tried to seem begrudging at least. But you saw his hidden smile as you nestled your chin on his shoulder.) “I missed you.”

“You said that already, dumbass,” he said with a tsk. He patted the top of your head before pulling away from your hug promptly. “You’re cold. Have you been standing outside for long?”

Pursing your lips, you looked up at him in confusion. “I don’t feel cold.”

“Because you’re too drunk to register it, probably.” With his warm hand on the small of your back, Iwaizumi ushered you inside and shut the door behind you. “Let’s go to my room so we don’t wake up my roommate, yeah?”

“‘Kay.”

Having visited his place so many times before, you knew it like it was your own apartment— Disregard the fact that your apartments had almost the same exact layout since you lived in the same complex. After sliding off your shoes at the entrance, you led the way to his room with Iwaizumi following closely behind you.

“Did you go to a party tonight?” he asked, eyes trailing down your body that was clad in an oversized t-shirt and fuzzy socks. Iwaizumi took a seat on his bed and patted the spot next to him for you to join.

Laughing at his puzzled expression, you nodded. “Yeah, but I went to my place to change and get ready for bed,” you explained. “Tried sleeping but I missed you too much and wanted to see your face.”

You climbed onto the mattress with him and wiggled around until you found a comfy spot. The comfy spot happened to be side-by-side with Iwazumi, your back against the wall and cold thigh pressed against his warm one. You rested your head on his shoulder and he lazily drew circles onto your knee with the pad of his thumb.

Intimacy like this wasn’t an uncommon occurrence for the two of you— That’s just how things were. He was warm and comfy and good at cuddling, and you liked that.

It could maybe be considered just normal friendship things you two did with everyone if it weren’t for the fact that Iwaizumi wasn’t typically comfortable with physical touch from anyone other than you. And maybe if you also ignored that you weren’t too keen on the thought of him one day being this close to anyone else. If truth be told, you didn’t like the thought of that at all.

With a small huff, you hooked your left arm with Iwaizumi’s right, hugging his bicep to you in an almost clingy manner.

“You good?” he asked, lightly chuckling as he looked down at you gripping onto his side. “Or something troubling you?”

You hummed unsure how to answer. There wasn’t enough alcohol in your system for you to completely spill your guts with know remorse, though being tipsy did greatly increase your likelihood of being loose-lipped. “I’m just thinking about someone else being with you like this.”

Iwaizumi stiffened, shoulders tensing ever so slightly before he quickly relaxed his muscles again. He prompted gruffly, throat so tight it came out as a murmur, “And?”

“I don’t like it.”

He let out a sharp chuckle. “I see.”

Out of the corner of your eye you saw a smile on his face and you continued on. “You’ve been studying a lot with Sasaki-san lately.”

“Hmm. Have I?”

You nodded. “You have your biomechanics class with her, right?”

“Yeah. I guess we studied for the exam together for a few nights.”

There was a funny feeling in your stomach at the thought of him spending his nights studying with someone that then spiraled to you picturing them being compatible and falling in love and spending the rest of their lives together. You winced, trying to shake it off. You were one of his best friends; it’s not like you had the right to feel that way.

“She’s really pretty,” you said, hoping it would prompt him to talk more about her. Even if you had no right, you still wanted to know—

By now, the laughter Iwaizumi was struggling to hold in bubbled out of his mouth, cutting you off mid-thought. His shoulders bounced up and down and you reluctantly sat up from your position resting on top of him to give him a look of confusion.

“Why are you laughing at me?” you pouted. Your eyebrows were furrowed and the corners of your lips were quirked down, cheeks slightly puffed.

He nudged your side gently with his elbow. You nudged him back, but moved away before he could retaliate and start a nudge war. “Because you sound jealous and it’s funny.”

“I didn’t say I was jealous.”

“I didn’t say you said that.”

“I’m not jealous,” you corrected.

“Now that’s debatable.”

Your cheeks flooded with heat, grabbing a pillow off the head of Iwaizumi’s bed to hide the embarrassed look on your face, seconds away from throwing it at him if he started to laugh any louder. You huffed. You were not jealous. There was no way. You just didn’t like imagining one of your best friends with another person doing coupley things that you only wanted him to do with you. But that definitely wasn’t jealousy.

(Okay, fine. You were jealous. But you couldn’t admit that to Iwaizumi.)

“That’s just your lack of sleep talking,” you sulked, lying down on his bed with a pillow still over your face. “Go to sleep now.”

“I was asleep. Until someone showed up at my window unannounced and woke me up.”

“They sound annoying.”

He barked out a laughter and you felt the weight on the bed shift. The compressed springs near your feet where Iwaizumi sat released its tension before you felt a dip beside you. You held your breath, the warmth from Iwaizumi’s body radiating onto yours.

While sleeping in the same bed together wasn’t as common as just cuddling, it wasn’t something that was exactly rare. There were times when you came over to watch movies or a television series with him until you both passed out on his bed. And other times when he was feeling stressed or you were feeling sad and neither of you wanted to sleep alone. You knew if you called, he would invite you in. And it was the same if he came to you.

But that didn’t make your heart beat any less rapidly as you waited in anticipation for Iwaizumi to get under the sheets with you. No matter how many times you fell asleep together, that didn’t stop the rush of nerves and tense air of awkwardness from flooding the room. However, it took just one touch to break the ice and before you knew it, you were snuggling up next to him in complete contentment.

“They’re not annoying,” he said firmly, large hand resting on the curve of your hip. “Actually, I’m glad they showed up even though it was three in the morning and I was running on two hours of sleep from the previous day.” You winced at his words, the alcohol gone from your system by now and you realized the insensitivity of your actions. Still, your stomach fluttered when he said he was glad to see you. “Because I missed them too.”

You blinked slowly. “You’re talking about me right?”

Through the moonlight from the window, you saw him roll his eyes with a grin. “Is there anyone else you think I’d let into my bed at this hour?”

“Oikawa.”

He considered it. “Well, maybe. But it wouldn’t so much be me letting him than him weaseling his way in.”

You nodded solemnly, as if it made perfect sense. Because it did. “Fair enough. He’s the only other person I’d let into my bed like this too,” you admitted, earning a laugh out of the both of you. “Well, besides Oikawa then, there’s no one else you’d sleep with like this?”

“There hasn’t been since we started college. I doubt there would be anyone to change that. Nor would I want anyone to.”

For the second time tonight, you felt heat rise to your cheeks and had the sudden urge to turn the other way and stare at the wall instead of Iwaizumi. But he held you tight by the waist so you couldn’t wiggle your way out of his grasp— Which did not, at all, help with the flaming face situation.

He only wanted you? There was a euphoric feeling in your chest when you realized he felt that way, and you felt the same.

“Someone’s bold tonight,” you managed to choke out, softly pressing your shaky fingers to the center of Iwaizumi’s chest. You felt the outlines of his toned pectorals beneath your palm and you had to remind yourself to keep on breathing.

“It’s from the lack of sleep. Sorry.” He didn’t sound apologetic. In fact, he seemed the opposite of apologetic when he brought you almost imperceptibly closer to him. If you weren’t so aware of the spatial distance (or lack thereof) between the two of you, there was no way you would have noticed. But you did. And you didn’t mind it. “I don’t have my usual filter.”

“Maybe I like you like this,” you said without missing a beat. Your initial reaction was to be embarrassed about the words that just left your mouth, but when you saw his growing smile, you felt a rush of assurance coursing through you. “I always like you, I suppose.”

“Like me?” he prompted, almost teasingly. “In what way?”

You gulped. Was this Iwaizumi being flirty?

Sure, it wasn’t uncommon for him to compliment you and occasionally play around— But if you thought your heart would ever be ready for him to actually flirt, you certainly thought wrong. You weren’t ready at all.

“L-Lots of ways,” you stammered out. “But in particular, the ‘I think you’re cute and I maybe want to date you’ way.”

“Funny.” His voice was a low whisper that rasped in your ear. “I think I like you in that way too.”

“You think?”

“I know.”

“Huh. Well, if we both like each other in that way…maybe we should…” you trailed off, feelings of timidness suddenly overcoming you. “You know…”

“Date?” he supplied with a knowing grin. You nodded bashfully. “Tomorrow.” There was an air of promise and sincerity in his tone. “Let’s get some sleep and then when we wake up we can go on our first date.”

Tranquility spread through your veins as you let out a happy sigh, your muscles growing lax at your calmed state. Although your heart was beating out of your chest at the prospect of actually dating Iwaizumi, his comforting embrace was enough to lull you into sleep. Your senses were flooded with him—his touch, his smell, the quiet sound of his steady breathing—and you realized there was no other place you’d rather be.

“Are you sure you won’t be too tired from exams?” you said before sleep overtook the both of you. “And from me waking you up in the middle of the night? Which…sorry for that again, by the way.”

“Don’t apologize. It was worth it,” he mumbled, lips brushing against your forehead as your eyelids fluttered shut. “I’ll always be here when you need me. Even if it’s at three in the morning.”

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twinklelilstarkey · 3 years

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hiii can you do angst 3 with nolan please 🥰

"You shouldn't be here." - Nolan Patrick

It has been a rough week. You feel like all your movements consist of you crawling in and out of your bed. Your pillow is constantly wet with your tears and your chest is permanently tightening in the void of nothing but heartbreak.

You don’t exactly need to leave your apartment since all of your classes are still online, and your cabinets are still full enough for you to survive for a little bit longer. So, honestly, if you were to leave, it would be out of a spontaneous decision, something you’re sure won’t happen any soon.

The only bit of fresh air you’ve caught in the last few days was when you opened your bathroom window to get your shower’s steam out of the small room, yet other than that... just nothing.

Today marks 7 days since you have broken up with your boyfriend of a year and a half, Nolan.

The reason behind your break up is a complete result of the snowball effect. It all started with small fights which always ended with you apologizing and him sort of forgiving you, and with small fight after small fight, a whole shouting argument was bad enough to mark the end of your relationship.

Nolan said so much, that he now admits that not even 1% of it is true, but it was enough to break your heart and force you to walk away.

It was definitely a break up. It was no Hollywood movie argument with an open ending in which the main characters never actually say the words. You two said it, and you two agreed on ending everything and cutting all tights right there. Right in the middle of his apartment.

You feel miserable and you’ve caught yourself trying to call him at crazy hours of the night a few times already. You never ended up actually doing it, but there was a time that it was close enough for it to ring one time - not even enough for it to even reach his phone.

Your week consists in at least 3 full days of classes, which does sound awful, but you feel like everything just gets worse when you’re left to stay by yourself and with your reality. All because even though you’re not listening to what your teachers are saying, you’ve got at least some sort of noise to occupy your mind.

But, god, nights are the worst. Looking out of your window to stare at the city view is not the same anymore, having sweet or salty sneaky snacks is not the same anymore, watching your favorite show under all your blankets is not the same anymore. You’re suffering so much that you can’t find anything even slightly enjoyable.

Now, Nolan, on the other hand, has to leave his apartment. He has to work, go to the ice rink, and practice every morning. And, in reality, no matter how much his coaches are screaming in his face, he just can’t find a way to fix whatever he’s doing wrong.

For the first days, no friend of his knew about the breakup, so, they just thought he was just going a little crazy over a bad hangover or whatever. But that didn’t last long. It only took TK to ask him if the offer for the double date still stood for everyone to notice.

His silence and serious expression made his best friend frown and even stop what he was doing. He couldn’t believe he was seeing.

Travis honestly thought that Nolan hadn’t heard him for a good few seconds, but as soon as he went to make sure, Nolan just stood up and left.

He wasn’t reacting like you were. He wasn’t crying every time his brain brought him back to you, he was just staring into nothing and letting his mind work free through it. Battling his feelings away.

You still watched the Flyers’ games, even though he wasn’t spending much time on the ice, and you still wore his jersey like any other night.

Sleeping after those nights were even harder. Today is one of them.

You turn on your bed, eyeing the large window beside your bed and all the lights of the city you’re blessed to see from high above, and your mind soon travels to all the memories you own and protect.

All the times you cuddled with a sleeping or just sleepy Nolan after good or rough games while staring at the calming night. All the times you enjoyed late mornings in bed, talking about life and laughing at absolutely everything.

A soft grin plays over your lips at the light-hearted memories but at the same time, it breaks at the realization it is not your truth anymore.

You sniffle softly and blink your tears away, bringing your hands to your warm cheeks to wipe down the wetness you’ve grown so familiar to.

A soft knock on your front door fills your apartment and you quickly sit up in surprise. It’s 3 am.

It’s way too late for your landlord to come over now, right? Sinks don’t usually get fixed at this time of night... Right?

The knock repeats itself and you sigh. It won’t hurt to check.

You stand up from your bed, ignoring the mess you’re leaving behind, and you bring your hood over your head. On your way down the hallway, you wipe your face one more time to make sure that no tears are to be shown to anyone, and as soon as you’re done, you’re standing by the door.

You unlock it slowly and Nolan feels a sudden wave of cold hit the walls of his stomach as anxiety becomes evident to him, again.

The door opens slowly, creaking slightly in the silence of the night, and your eyes meet up at the same time.

You feel frozen in place while Nolan is just lost for words. He hasn’t seen you for more than he has ever before and that made his body almost go into shock.

“Wha-” You try to ask but your voice cracks a bit, “What are you doing here?”

He stands silent for a few seconds and he continuous to stare you down, analyzing your face. Eyes slightly swollen, as well as your lips, your soft sniffling. You’ve been crying.

“I wanted to talk.” He finally speaks, his deep voice breaking through the hallway harshly.

“You shouldn’t be here.” You tell him.

“I know.” He agrees, “But... Can I please come in?”

You bite the inside of your lip in thought and your hand slides over the side of the door, grabbing both of your attentions.

Hesitatingly, you take a step back and swing your door open further, giving Nolan enough space to walk in comfortingly.

He’s careful with his steps, and soon the door closes behind him again. Your apartment is still extremely comforting and warm to him. And for a second, it almost made him forget what he was doing there in the first place.

“Want to go sit?” You whisper.

He looks over his shoulder to look at you and gives you a small nod. You break your glance and decide to be the first one to walk towards the couch.

Nolan follows you and soon the two of you are seated beside one another.

Even though with straight serious looks on your faces, you two have racing hearts and sweaty hands. Everything that could make their bodies react to the situation in the middle of all this silence.

“Did I wake you up?” He firstly asks and you just shake your head.

You look down at your hands over your lap and unconsciously, you pull your sleeves over your hands, hiding them from your own eyes.

Nolan decides to start.

“I shouldn’t have said all those things.” Nolan says as he also looks down at your, now covered, hands. “I was mad and I made all of... that, up.”

The words slowly register in your mind and you force yourself to look at him in the face.

“I know it’s stupid.” He says before you can even try to talk, “I know I shouldn’t have even fought back. You were right and I was just being an idiot.”

He shakes his head, staring back into your confused eyes.

“Nol-”

“I don’t know why I even did it. It was like I didn’t want to be in the wrong when I was. It was so childish of me...” He continues, “And all the things that I called you were ju-just awful. And I want you to know what I didn’t mean any of it and that not even one of them is tru-”

He sighs in desperation, finding it ridiculous how he found himself lost in his own thoughts and just rambled all his worries in one breath. Your hands finally stop playing on your lap.

“I wish I could take everything back.” He says more slowly and calmly, “And just act like none of it happened.”

“Me too.” You agree.

He stays silent and his chest tightens at the idea of this not going as he wants to.

“I just... I’m sorry.” He whispers the last part. “You don’t have to forgive me...” He pauses, “Now or-or even ever, but I just want you to know that I am so, so, so sorry.”

You stare back at him as his words fill your ears and his soft expression of pure hurt is all that emphasizes your overthinking.

“And...” He starts again, almost as if saying sorry for talking with his eyes, “I’m also sorry for only talking to you a week later. It-it’s stupid of me. Again.”

The corners of your lips lift slightly at his last words and you swallow harshly, preparing yourself to talk. Yet you stop yourself as you don’t exactly know what to say.

You look down, biting your lip in thought, and quickly, your hands lays over Nolan’s. And even over your hoodie’s thick material, you can feel how cold they are from standing outside at the crack of dawn.

“I’m sorry too.” You whisper to him.

“You don’t need to-”

“I do.” You look back up, “I walked away during a fight and in some way, I feel like it was my fault that you exploded the way you did.”

Nolan shakes his head and you peek your fingers from your sleeves, interlacing them with Nolan’s cold ones. You bring your hand up around your conjoined hands and trace slightly over his fingers to warm them.

“Well, then I forgive you.” Nolan says to you, following your gaze down to your hands. “I really do, even if I think you didn’t do anything wrong.”

A soft grin grows over your lips and you look up at him.

“Than I forgive you too.” You say, “Just- Please, promise me that we’ll never go for that long without talking or trying to sort things out again.” You cringe slightly at your request as if there’s a possibility that he will reject.

“I promise.” He says right away.

“And that we’ll never walk away like that or break up like that.”

“That too. I promise.”

A smile finally breaks through your features and soon also did Nolan’s. You bring your hand up to his face and with a quick movement, you cup his cheek and lay your lips over his.

The kiss is simple, more of a peck if anything, but it’s longer than a normal peck.

You two pull away and Nolan is quick to kiss your cheek a couple of times before actually leaning back and look at you.

“I think we should go to bed.” You tell him with a soft smile, “It’s almost 4.”

“Yeah, let’s go.”

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weekly dose of screaming into the void about dres2 and the wow subtitles (this week dres reminds me that i am what? a fucking nerd, literature edition... also like... this is snatch game so please only click the read more if you are prepared for a lengthy read and if you want to witness my not so slow descent into madness)

that title card about veronica forqué 💔 [i will be a sap about this later in this post, be prepared, that was a threat]

estrella saying 'bring in the poppers' when they're getting out of drag after reading the mirror message should have been 'long live poppers' (viva los poppers)

i am in love w juriji's dress and boots when she gets into the workroom 🥰 (dresses skirts and boots is literally all i wear ofc i'm obsessed)

for this week's dosage of sexual harassment directed at the pitcrew:

when the pitcrew gets in, estrella says hit me with the baguette in the face not feed me the baguette (although i doubt she'd be opposed to that either)

supremme asking them if they like this version of the man with the sack: the sack man is the hispanic version of the bogeyman (the monster diamante did for ep 2 in the day of the beasts runway)

sethlas talking about the pitcrew's sacks... should be package and when she asks who does she have to pray to, not beg, it's a close enough translation in sentiment but definitely a v different verb

when sharonne is messing with the hair of the pitcrew, estrella doesn't say 'check his hair', she's prompting her to pull his hair

supremme saying 'estáis como muy salidas, no?' in the subs is translated as 'they're excited' but estar/ser salido/a is more like being cheeky or randy/horny (in this case both... and it should be plural you not they bc she's talking to the cast not about them)

i think this is saying something about me but estrella demanding for a scroll purposefully sounds like innuendo (no prize for guessing what about) but my first thought was to search if it was an euphemism (it's not)

when it's diamante's turn to reach for a poem and supremme says 'que ordinaria' it does not mean 'just a typical/ordinary day', she's calling diamante an ordinaria (vulgar or uncouth... and when they're getting ready for the mini challenge later sethlas uses the same word to say she only has sexy stuff... 'solo tengo ordinarieces' means she only has vulgar clothes)

supremme also says empollar which is to study/cram yes but also ofc uses it bc it's close to polla (cock)

thank you once again dres for reminding me how much of a nerd i am... i did not even have to look this up, all the writers supremme quotes when explaining the mini challenge (antonio machado, antonio gala and gloria fuertes) are all lgbt

when venedita is complaining about learning the poem and doing her makeup... 'like an idiot' (como una desgraciada) should be 'like a miserable/hopeless person'

estrella in confessionals talks about having to recite the poem she uses 'sin chuleta' chuleta (chop... as in pork chop) is the word in spanish for cheat sheet

very fitting of them to do this mini challenge literally the same weekend that is book day (to those of you that participated in the glitterask; i've loved reading about all of your fav books and flowers💞)

onyx says estrella looks like carmen de mairena, mairena was a trans singer and actress from bcn that died last year

i have never in my life heard anyone talk about the perineum and the pyrenees in the same sentence i was screaming when sharonne said that 💀 (also onyx in that stupid bodysuit is2g hskhdkshsl)

the spanish literature lesson none of you asked for (mini challenge):

marina recites pablo neruda's poem number 15 from 20 poems of love and a desperate song (i am a basic bitch and my favorite poem ever written in spanish is his poem n⁰ 20 idc that neruda looks and sounds like a sleep paralysis demon.., and fun fact he was friends with lorca)

sharonne got gloria fuertes (feminist and lesbian icon from la generación del 50 and she is right you can't live not knowing of her)

sethlas got dulce maria loynaz (cuban poetress that got the literature cervantes award of 1992, she was fiercely apolitical which ostracized her after the cuban revolution but she chose to never leave the island, the last bit about her pussy was sethlas taking creative liberties 💀)

juriji got rafael alberti from la generación del 27 (arguably one of the best known writers of the silver age of spanish literature, he was also friends with lorca)

diamante got federico garcía lorca, gay literary symbol by excellence of spain, every queer person in this country that has ever picked up a book is obsessed with him, you get your lgbt card revoked otherwise (also a symbol against the francoist censorship and bestest boi who deserved much much better)

estrella got the baroque writer luis de góngora who was accused of being gay (and a jew) by his enemy and fellow writer francisco de quevedo but quevedo hated his guts, was both homophobic and antisemitic and in the late 14th and early 15th century you could be tried by the inquisition for being either of those so chances are we shall never know if he was either (he was a good deal more fun at parties than quevedo tho, that's for sure), the generation of 1927 (lorca, alberti, vicente alexaindre, damaso alonso, pedro salinas, miguel hernandez...) were inspired by gongora and they got the name of their literary movement (la generación del 27) as a homage bc it was the tricentennial of góngora's death

i have not a clue of what are onyx or venedita reciting... google says onyx did don juan tenorio (which is a play not a poem) and that vene did gloria fuertes but i can't find an actual match for whatever it is they are saying; good for onyx winning the mini challenge though (@ estrella coming for jota and her shawl last ep and saying onyx didn't do that well in the mini challenge in this ep... why so salty girl?)

(literature lesson over)

in the confessional where onyx talks during her part of the mini challenge the subs said 'it's food' she actually says 'i've eaten' as in she did actually catch popcorn with her mouth (in spanish it should say he comido instead of es comida... i guess it's a typo so it got translated wrong)

ALSO i did not know this but venedita mentions a sabrina when her nipple shows, it's the same sabrina the judges mention from last episode when onyx was walking the runway that i did not understand: they were talking about the italian singer sabrina salerno (she became well known because during her nye performance of 1987 her breast got out of her costume by accident on national tv)

when supremme is telling onyx she won the sex toys and supremme says 'now this is poetry' and onyx answers 'by zorilla' it's a wordplay; josé zorrilla was a romantic poet (and the writer of el tenorio) but also zorra (diminutive: zorrilla) means slut (so onyx is literally saying slut poetry) ((a zorrilla is also a skunk btw))

the guests of snatch game this season are jedet (a trans singer and actress, she is one of the actresses that play la veneno in the tv series written by the javis) and eva hache (a comedian, actress and tv hostess) and the actress that is the guest judge in the mainstage is maria leon (i think her best known role outside of spain was for playing puri, the psychotic villain in la casa de las flores for s2 and 3)

SNATCH GAME CHARACTERS

and references made about snatch game in general because i refuse to talk about all the references one by one, you have afreakingchorizo in the dres subreddit for that, rip them, i salute their work, but i would quite literally die rather than enumerate every reference one by one:

when diamante said she was doing rupaul i immediately had war flashbacks to trixie in as3 😬 and i was right, she did a very thick english speaker attempting broken spanish accent that was very good but literally she could have used so many memeable quotes but didn't ('its chocolate' most recently -too recently-, sure, but like 'now available on itunes'? the cackling laugh? literally any of the shows stock phrases?)

marina is doing antonia dell'atte, a retired italian top model and tv host that lives in spain since the 90s (i literally know nothing about this woman other than her name and that general consensus seems to be that she is uncle colm from derry girls levels of 'talk non stop' so that airport thing was very accurate)

sethlas is the socialité carmen lomana; she's a couture collector, the daughter of a banker and the widow of a rich chilean industrial designer who died in 1999, since his death she has been frequently the subject of gossip press about her sentimental life and she's made guest appearances in shows as a solid d list celebrity; she is the sister of a far-right political party member (that she does allegedly not condone... anymore) and her name cropped up in the panama papers scandal; sethlas didn't really do her or her voice at all well and i think she would have been much better off with aless gibaja (the other character she had)

juriji is isabel, la vecina de valencia; las vecinas de valencia (literally the valencian neighbors) are two neighbors, isabel and vicenta, that lived next to each other in a building of calle estrella in the city of valencia; they've been part of spanish pop culture and valencian folklore for 15 years since they became viral for a tv show called callejeros; they don't like each other (to put it mildly) and there's a video that went viral in which isabel dressed with trash bags and another well known meme inspired by them in which vicenta called isabel puta and isabel defended herself for not being anything of the sort (the way isabel says that has been quoted and parodied ad nauseum in spanish tv, most famously in paquita salas, which btw, is a fountain of spanish pop culture references) if you speak spanish i recommend this article and twitter thread of isabel's son explaining their story bc it's kind of long (and not particularly nice); she messed up a few of the meme quotes which was a bit of a shame but they were close enough, she could have been sagittaria levels of funny for this one, fell a bit short but we'll take her isabel <3

estrella is paquita salas who is the main character from a netflix show of the same name created by the javis; the character is a woman played by man [brays efe] for humorous purpose (belén cuesta also stars in it as magui which is the same actress that plays milagritos in the holy camp movie) ((i don't know if you've noticed, but estrella is like... a massive fan of the javis cinematic universe, just in case that wasn't glaringly obvious lmao)); the series is about how paquita salas is an out of touch talent agent who used to be at the top of her industry in the 90s but times have changed and she hasn't and now her agency is struggling to find new clients and keep the ones it already has; the show is about her trying to reinvent herself and finding new talent to manage when her most famous client abandons her; the show is literally an enciclopedia of spanish pop culture references and fountain of memes from 2016 to 2019 and estrella did okay but definitely not as well as she could and she kept talking about Puente Viejo (i do think playing someone literally every lgbt person in this country could quote in their sleep is a tall order but meh... i wonder about the logistics of this one bc she's a fictional character but i mean, if dela could play maggie smith in downtown abbey i guess estrella can play paquita 🤷‍♀️)

venedita is idiot and COVID negationist extraordinaire, the gay musician miguel bosé, he's played the drag queen that imitates marisa paredes' character for a living and fucks her daughter in the almodovar movie of high heels in the 90s; his parents (a rich bullfighter and a former beauty pageant queen) were friends with hemingway and picasso, his godfather was the italian film director luchino visconti and he took dancing lessons in the 70s in ny, paris and london from some of the most renown teachers, just imagine the massive entitlement and wealth this man was born into and then cultivated over the years as a musician (idc he's lgbt; he is lgbt and a massive prick😬) venedita started slow but did excellent as far as i'm concerned, referencing famous songs and being an overall creep (yes this post is my slander piece😊💖) the one reference i will talk about from him is an interview he did in which he explained that he has been having voice issues bc he started to consume 2 grams of cocaine daily plus weed and molly after he lost the custody battle for his four kids with his ex and that's only bc the two grams reference is literally all over the episode

onyx is juana la loca (joanna of castilla, better known as joanna the mad); the daughter of isabella the first of castilla and ferdinand the second of aragon (saying that in english almost gave me a brain hemorrhage bc i am really not used to saying those names normally let alone in english, the marriage of isabella and ferdinand united what is mostly understood as modern day spain for the first time between their kingdoms); if you don't want the 14th century history lesson in european royal lineology you can skip down but for those of you vaguely interested: ferdinand and isabella were the king and queen that financed christopher columbus genocidal expedition that was originally looking for an alternative route to the indies and ended up "discovering" america and their daughter, joanna, was married to phillip the first (known as phillip the handsome or phillip the fair) the archduke of austria; it was said she went mad for love and after being declared insane she was confined to a royal covent in a town called tordesillas, claims about her mental health have been *widely* disputed since declaring her insane benefited her father and her husband far too much for it to be a coincidence; her father (ferdinand) ruled regent over her in castile till he died and after he died she inherited both the kingdoms of castile and aragon from him; by that time however her son was already ruling both of those in practice... along with the rest of the holy roman empire plus colonies // history lesson over since she's a public domain character whose speech and mannerisms aren't well known, onyx could have done literally anything and most people were disappointed she went with just barely slightly off behavior instead of going unhinged which... eeeeh 😬 i think playing her in the first place was the mistake here, not deciding to not play her unhinged

SHARONNE IS DOING VERONICA FORQUÉ MY BELOVED. okay i need a moment, veronica forqué was a 4 times goya award winning actress that took her own life in december of last year after a very hard battle with depression; in an actual show of respect i definitely did not expect, the media has been actually tasteful about it, she had done a number of tv appearances filmed little before her passing that have been released posthumously but nobody has used her guest appearances for publicity even if they've all kept her participations (or mentions like DRES2 does for this episode); she was an actress in two almodovar movies (kika and what have i done to deserve it), she was personally chosen by kubrick to dub shelly duvall in the spanish dub of the shinning and she was a god damned delight and i am glad sharonne does imitations for a living, i could talk at length about every reference she used but this thing is already long enough, in a general note she references: the time veronica was in masterchef celebrity and asked to be called vero instead of veronica bc she wanted to be differentiated from the character the public expects from her and her fame, her interview in viva la vida with the spanglish and the drinking and a few of her movie characters; it was incredibly well done

subtitle bs during snatch game and misc refs:

or basically: how sharonne carried this snatch game by herself

when supremme introduces jedet she mentions la alhambra, a palace in granada, it's one of the most famous and best conserved palaces of islamic architecture

when introducing eva hache supremme makes a ref to one of her stand up monologues

about the question for manel fuentes in las vegas; fuentes is a comedian and tv show host; sharonne as forqué has las vegas purposefully miswritten as 'las vergas' and that 'if you're in las vergas you have to suck them' verga = 🍆 (the subs said 'if you're in the virgins you got to fuck them' which keeps the sentiment of the og joke)

cristina almeida is a leftist spanish politician that is now retired, the joke here is that veronica was a bit behind in politics

when diamante says polla frita it's translated as spotted dick bc it's basically the same pun in english; only in spanish it's with fried chicken (pollo frito)

when sharonne said 'que ocurrente es nova' the subs translated it as 'thats lovely' but it's a meme quote from a tv personality called nova that used to fight with la veneno in a bunch of talk shows (and i fucking ascended, literally it would be 'nova is so witty')

the rhyme doesn't work in english but sharonne saying dovimanubrio y su mango del danubio would be 'dovi-handlebar (slang for 🍆) and her handle from/of the danube'

marina saying zorrear en tiempos revueltos is a reference to amar en tiempos revueltos (to love in turbulent times; the name of a historical soap opera)

el chocolate espeso y las cosas/cuentas claras is a popular saying (lit. thick chocolate and the record straight) basically means 'set things as they should be'

in the workroom:

when asked how are they feeling today venedita said each day more scared (cagada lit. shitting herself) not shitty (she's nervous but not feeling bad)

in the runway mainstage jfc i can't believe i'm almost done writing this 💀

when supremme is presenting the judges ana says burda sketch paper... that's a brand, like loctite is a super glue brand estrella mentions when talking about glueing down her wigs with last episode, it's a case of the brand becoming synonym for the thing, like tupperware or hoovers (btw i'm?? obsessed w ana's eye makeup today)

maría león says they (the drag queens) have to teach her how to estirar el pepe to become one of them; el pepe = the pussy, she's basically saying they have to teach her how to step her pussy up

when marina enters the runway; ana mentions rosaura (a doll... like a barbie but tall af, their entire selling point is that they're about 100cm/3ft tall)

diamante's look is based on a song named muñeca de trapo (lit. rag doll) from a band called la oreja de van gogh, ana sings part of the lyrics too

when sethlas is on the runway, avon is calling your door was the avon slogan in spanish that i still refuse to look up if it's the same in english, the drag collector is a word play for the deb collector in spanish (el cobrador > el codragdor)

when onyx enters the runway; ambrossi mentions 'the girl from celia' celia was a 1992 show based on a series of kid books whose main character was a 7yo girl from the 30s and whose main actress retired from public life after the short series bc she decided she was too shy for showbusiness (she was the subject of one of those 'whatever happened to...?' articles in which she is referred as 'the girl from celia'); calvo's joke is 'where is she from? almuñécar' is changed to dollywood to keep with the same pun muñeca = doll

sharonne comes out as one of these things; when calvo says he thought it was supremme, supremme actually says she's got too little volume to be her, not too much like the subs said; sharonne then reveals into a look based on teela from he man and masters of the universe; ambrossi calls her xena (and calvo calls her the lesbian princess which yes); when she's leaving, the quote tengo un poderío en el coño metido (by the power of her pussy in the subs) is from carmen de mairena

when juriji enters and calvo says porce-lana del rey is ofc a wordplay for porcelain; ana says in the subs that juriji's turned her life around (darle vueltas a la vida) but darle vueltas a algo (to turn smth around) in spanish is to think/overthink something too much (in this case about her life bc she looks disoriented)

venedita; as soon as she gets in ambrossi quotes a song from chayanne named torero, the judges say made in spain (emphasis in the pain dfjjd) i am obsessed w venedita and w this look; the cordobese hat she has, it should be a cordovan hat (bc that's their name in english not cordobese, wrong domonym, they're ofc hats typical from cordoba in andalusia) but outside of spain they're just known as wide brimmed hats (... or if you're me, el zorro hats); when she's leaving, in the subs calvo says 'she's born with it she's a von dash' which is not what he says at all; 'es que es buena... es todo von dash' is a word play for 'es que es buena... es todo bondad' (she's good, she's made of kindness/she's too kind) bondad = goodness/kindness. As a bonus; the surname of venedita herself, von dash, is a pun on bondage (and bc one of her name inspirations is dita von tease) so i am a bit disappointed they didn't try to make a pun with bondage on the subtitles or between kind/kink

nothing for estrella, that was all accurate enough, si al durum y a los kebabs

when supremme calls them all chochonas mias, it's a pun for chocho = pussy/cunt and i agree they all look out of a horror film dgjgdssgk

when they're waiting for the judges deliberation and they ponder who's going to be on the lipsync w diamante, the subs say sethlas is hopeful but what she actually says is 'me da corage' which is more like it angers/saddens me

'mira lo que ha hecho la guarra de tu hija' said by estrella is from the spanish dub of the exorcist

and that's all, no more references for this one

as soon as arrasando started i knew diamante would kill it. it's thalia. c'mon. but onyx did wonderfully that was extremely close one for me i would have hated either of them to go home ngl i am however going to miss my favorite alien from madrid and i am sorry but everyone was just barely okay in snatch game (except sharonne and venedita who were outstanding and juriji who did pretty good)

but next week we get chori in the ball challenge 🥰

#i tried to use the bolded texts as title dividers bc i *refuse* to make this longer than it already is by using tumblr huge title fonts #personal #drag race espana #drag race españa #rpdr spain #sandra's translator era

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Lure Of The Maw Chapter Two - Henry Cavill Pirate AU

Warnings: Eventual Smut. Kidnapping. Mentions of physical harm. Men being Pervy. YOU ARE RESPONSIBLE FOR YOUR OWN SOCIAL MEDIA CONSUMPTION. NOT ME. THEREFORE I DO NOT ACCEPT ANY RESPONSIBILITY IF YOU GET TRIGGERED FROM THIS POINT ON. If you read and you feel like I’ve missed a T/W then please let me know nicely and I will adjust ❤️.

Pairing: Y/n x Pirate Henry cavill

Word Count: 4.3k

Summary: Y/n’s sheltered life comes crashing down when pirates use her to get what they want.

A/n; I take way to long to update anything but here we are 😂. I still have no idea what I want to happen do enjoy the nonsense until i finally get a proper plot.

Chapter one

Sleep came like the falling of an axe. I knew it must come but I fought it with everything that I had. Those defenceless hours, oblivious to my surroundings, were enough to light up my whole body with fiery sparks that make me want to scream with anger and cry with fear. I am utterly wired until that time when I cannot fight it anymore and the sleep is as instantaneous as it is unwelcome. I have some warning though, when my thoughts become intertwined with random ideas, impossible ideas, I seek my flimsy bed, not what I'm used to, and hope I can get maybe even an hour's sleep before I have to experience the horror show that is reality.

Tucked into the little shelf that night, the sleep pooled on my eyelids, and the wooden ship was filled with the soft sounds of people sleeping. The wind swooped up, over the heights of the sails, rushed and rustled through the creaking beams, and gradually ebbed away through the crags to silence that wasn't filled with the waves crashing against the side of the ship. No longer did the rocking make me feel sick, but instead created a soothing rhythm to which rocked me to sleep.

The previous day had been quiet, nothing to feel the numbing void of darkness that was offered from the bare walls. Those few hours alone was enough to make me crave any type of communication, any voice, any entertainment. But instead I only found comfort in the darkness of my eyelids.

I had no idea how long I had been asleep for until I woke to the sound of breathing that wasn't my own. It was heaving, like a man's and rapid as if he's run into the room. I listen, still, trembling as the memories of where I am rush back. He's moving slowly, his heavy feet creaking floor boards that are silent for me.

"Wake up, Princess" there booms that deep voice that still sends shivers down my spine and despite the heat that floods my body, I remain still in the poorly lit room. I can hear him lean against a beam in the room, his hands tapping gently against metal - probably his sword, or belt buckle. The way he calls me princess is more of a sarcastic humour rather than being respectful and I fight the urge to roll my eyes beneath my closed lids.

I can hear him huffing to himself when I don't respond to him and within seconds he's calling out to me again.

"For God sake, heavy sleeper are we?" I hear his weight shift again and this time the heavy strides of his steps come closer and before I can even register anything, I can feel his hand on my shoulder as he roughly shakes me.

My eyes shoot open as a gasp leaves my lips and he pulls away from me. I sit up straight and throw my legs off of the bed as I jump to my feet, trying to make my body appear as large as possible, as if he was a bear.

"I would prefer it if you didn't lay your dirty hands upon me again, captain!" His title came out as a bitter poison that I hoped would cause him some pain, something I had come to do just as he called me princess. I could have walked away had it not been for the smirk. That little rise in the corner of his mouth he was oblivious to combined with the cool detachment in his eyes that was mixed with a playful gleam of excitement that seemed to spark in his eyes.

I had unintentionally given him inner delight. He was savouring the moment as if it was a sweet nectar.

"Sleep well?"

Maybe it was his stupid face or his stupid tone, or maybe just my lack of control but I once again found my self taking a swing at him with as much ease as the restraints around my wrist would allow. But with a grunt Henry caught my wrist mid air.

That deep, low, chuckle that only he could manage echoed through the cabin again and I felt my teeth dig into my cheeks as he tightened his grip on my wrist.

"Barely even awake and already taking swings at me." his smirk remained unchanged as he stared down at me and with a rapid jerking motion of my arm, I pulled my hand from his grip.

"You're going to have to be faster than that next time"

Henry's stillness scared me. Perhaps it is the faint sunlight making his skin gleam, or the lack of wind letting every hair hang without movement, I'm not sure. He doesn't even blink. Our bodies sway with the movement of the ship, a lazy and understated rocking motion. It's times like this where if this was someone else, I would turn away and try to hide from their gaze, but not with Henry. He had this power over me that even I couldn't explain.

Henry had quite forgotten what one can see in peripheral vision and his eyes are walking from my hair line to my feet and back up again. In short, he is staring and there seems no end to his fascination. The only time his gaze breaks is when I clear my throat in an attempt to calm my thumping heart.

"I guess I will just keep on practicing".

With a swish on my dress, I take my seat again, holding my back straight and folding my arms as best as I could as I turn my gaze to the small window in the room.

I can feel Henry's gaze on me for a moment longer and from my peripheral vision I can see his tongue lick over his bottom lip.

"I have some businesses to talk to you about". The playful tone in his voice had stilled and instead was replaced by a more serious one and I rolled my eyes.

"And what's that? Is my scent to hypnotic for your idiotic crew" sarcasm.

I expected some sort of laugh or sarcastic comeback but instead all i got was a serious response.

"We have received word from your father" just like how Henry had turned serious, I too felt my body stiffen as I snapped my head to look at him, analysing to see if he was telling the truth.

"What?"

"Read for yourself" He produced a single piece of parchment from his pocket, the bright red wax sigil was one I was oh so familiar with.

With a push I was on my feet and with two large strides I found myself inches in front of Henry as I snatched the paper from his hands. My eyes skimmed over the cursive letters, my mind numbing at the words that laid there.

"It seems we have a deal"

Shock brings a quietness within, a moment to feel my emotions change gear and numb my soul for what is to come. My brain stutters for a moment and my eyes take in more light than I expected, every part of me goes on pause while my thoughts catch up.

"Looks like he really does care about you after all" Henry's sarcastic tone returns and for once I don't know what to say.

"No" that's the only word on my mind as I reread the words over and over again. "My father would have never made a deal with people like you!"

"Well whether you believe it or not, Princess, your father has agreed to disburse the taxes back to my people in exchange for your safe return".

My eyes glance up at him through my lashes and I shove the paper back into his hand as I turn my back to him, not quite sure what I was feeling. How could my father bargain with - pirates?

With a sigh Henry continues.

"I'm just waiting for word from a friend in the village to make sure he does what he says and then your father has demanded that I leave you with a fleet of his royal guards, about a four days journey from here" I hear his voice waver a little and all I do is remain silent.

"So that's it then? I can go home in four days"

"As long as your father keeps his end of the deal then you will be sipping tea and eating your fancy pansy food by the end of the week and I will be nothing more than a distant memory"

That's what I was afraid of. Maybe it was seeing the same castle walls for the past countless years or the constant routine of being followed by guards everywhere, but with Henry, I felt a spark of excitement, endless thoughts of what could happen rather than knowing every little detail of what my future holds. And even if Henry didn't say it, I could see the look in his eyes when I disobeyed him or talked back to him. He enjoyed it just as much as I did.

His face remained motionless for a second more before his lips turned up again in what I had come to assume was his factory setting.

"Did you think I was lying? That I wouldn't keep up my end of the deal?" he chuckled lowly as he stepped forward and I felt my feet remain in their spot. "Just because I'm a pirate doesn't doesn't inherently make me a liar"

I could feel his breath on my face, the smell of alcohol strong but not unbearable, instead it was almost intoxicating but for all the wrong reasons.

"I had a mission princess." I watched as his eyes darkened and I felt the way his warm, rough fingers found my skin, wrapping around my neck with ease as he gently squeezed. I could breathe but I was more than aware that he could take that from me at any moment. I didn't move, didn't jump or didn't scream. I only stared at him, watching my reflection in his eyes.

"It wasn't to take you…. To torture you or - have my way with you" I heard the desperation in his voice and I to felt a familiar warmth in my stomach as I tried to control myself.

His eyes remained focused on me, as did mine on him. I swallowed hard and it made me all the more aware of his hand on my throat and the power he held over me.

Just as the warmth became almost unbearable, he pulled his hand away and it left a burning that I know no one could even recreate.

"No. It was to simply get your father's attention" Henry cleared his throat as he turned away from me, trying and failing to hide the fact that he was readjusting himself. "and Now that I have that, you can rest easy. Enjoy your few days at see and then you can be back home"

Seeing the effect I blatantly had on him made my heart twirl and hearing his voice made my stomach flutter. I can't help but feel this way about him.

Pin-drop silence...? How is that remotely possible with my heart somersaulting. His mahogany hair moving through his fingers as he brushed it back in a way I have come to adore and his cerulean eyes locking onto me as he turned back to face me in a trance with such intensity; looking away is unthinkable. His eyes constrict as he winked at me, unaware of the repercussions. The dimples that indent in the corners of his embellished skin is my last coherent thought as I become painfully aware of the silence that wrapped around us.

I felt the heat rise to my cheeks as Henry looked in my direction, he grinned and I snapped my head away, knowing that if I continued to stare I would get lost in his big blue eyes. I could feel his eyes still on me, I silently inhaled and exhaled, hoping that his thoughts about me were good.

"I'm hungry" I quickly spurt out, not really knowing what else to say. What else could I say? I want to feel your touch on me again? I don't want to go back home because I can't stop thinking about what could happen between us? You make me feel something I've never felt before? I want to have your cock as deep inside me as humanly possible? This man was turning me into a harlot.

Henry smiled to himself, his eyes dropping as he inhaled deeply.

"Very well, i'll send something in".

With a nod of his head he sent a member of the crew off to fulfill my request. Henry turned around to leave but not before taking one last look up and down my body. He may have thought I didn't see that, but I did.

"Captain?" I called out hastily and he stopped in his tracks and his attention was back on me.

I said nothing and only extended my binded hands in his direction. Henry raised his eyebrows in confusion before finally letting them fall as he realised what I was asking of him.

"What? No!" he huffed out a chuckled and I let my arms drop back to my body

"How does once expect me to eat with these"

"Well you seemed to manage quite fine when trying to attack me earlier. Not to mention how you busted my lip not too long ago as well" Henry crossed his arms and my face remained stoic.

"it's not going to happen, Princess. No offence but I don't fancy waking up with a knife to my throat" I opened my mouth to protest but decided against it seeing as he was half right.

I felt my lip twitch in annoyance as I suddenly accepted the fact that the binds were there to stay for a while longer and I shifted on my feet.

"I don't blame you. I would do the same if I was in the same situation - fight back that is." His eyes softened a little in reassurance and my heart once again flipped. "But nonetheless, the ropes stay tied".

Henry once again turned to leave me but for some reason I just couldn't stop myself. I wanted him to stay with me almost.

"My father really isn't a bad man" I watched as Henry's shoulders stiffened and he sighed heavily.

"How I do wish to live in that fantasy world you get to live in"

He slowly turned again and the soft expression and playful smirk were gone, instead replaced with an angered grimace.

"He is a bad man. He's a murderer and a thief." his eyes remained dark with rage.

"Let's just say I wouldn't lose a night's sleep if I got the chance to kill him myself, I can tell you that" his rage subsided a little as he noticed my wide eyes and his chuckle once again filled the room.

"Don't worry, princess. Your daddy's going to be just fine unless he goes back on his word. if he takes you and then goes back on his promise, he's going to lose more than just you. He'll lose his limbs, his eyes, he's tongue and just about everything else".

I remained silent through his little threat. Henry huffed a little, running his hand over his beard.

"I'm not a monster, princess. I may be a brood and violent at times. But I have my reasons for the way I am. Can you say the same for your father?" His voice became softer and calmer than I had heard before. I couldn't tell who was lying. Him. Or me. The one person who kept saying my father wasn't a monster.

I saw those gravity-drawn shoulders painting a picture of Henry's heart, as if neither it nor his soul would welcome a beat. I see in his eyes that his brain had built some new walls with him so lonely on the other side. I too knew that same feeling as I felt the tears burn the edges of eyes.

My eyes fell to the floor and I watched as he stepped closer to me, his hand coming to tap my chin, forcing me to look up at him.

His eyes were so different in that moment, more soft than I knew eyes could be. The dangerous pirate who could kill me at any second was gone and instead they were the eyes of one who cared deeply. If it were anyone else I would drop my gaze, but with him, I'm drawn in closer, always wanting more. In his eyes is humanity, the person he really is and not what the world saw him as.

"The world is a cruel place and the truth is cold, y/n" he spoke my name with such delicacy and it made me feel warm inside. Never before did my name sound so beautiful.

"you've had the luxury of hiding from it, but I haven't. You could judge me for the way I turned out and I can sure as hell judge you too. Safe, naive, sheltered, believing that everything is good and all is right. All the while my people are being beaten, hung, dragged behind on horses as they scream for their lives - " his voice grew in volume and the rage he felt was understandable and I felt sorry for him. " - and for what? For not being able to pay some ridiculous tax?"

Henry's breathing became heavy, rugged and uneven and my heart ached to hug him, to apologise for everything.

"All I can say is ask him yourself when you get back. See if his eyes speak true to his innocence." Behind that icy stare was a mountain of pain, yet extracting it would bring pain and instability.

We stood in silence, the only thing keeping me from crying was the fact that my teeth dug into my cheeks, a trick I was taught by a maid to control my emotions years ago.

Neither of us moved until a knock filled the silence and we both shifted away from each other. I wiped my eyes of their vacant tears and Henry cleared his throat. I turned my head away from the man who entered the room with a tray of food, and I listened closely as I heard two sets of footsteps leave the room without another word.

My thoughts were blank. What a strange occurrence. Normally my thoughts were twisting and turning; suffocating me with their whispers. But now, nothing. What did I know? I knew nothing. I lived a lie and now I didn't know what to do.

I chewed my nail impatiently, my foot bouncing against the wood below them and I needed answers of the truth.

"Princess!" that deep voice called out to me from down the hall outside my room and I jumped to my feet, straightening out my dress a little in the process.

The second I saw his head of hair peer round the door, I allowed my face to hold its stoic position as I waited to see what he wanted.

"Good evening. How was your dinner?" His eyes fell to the empty plate that once held an array of foods from chicken to nuts and dates, not what I had expected from a pirate ship. In all honesty they could have given me a stale piece of bread and I would have consumed every crumb within seconds.

"It was satisfactory" I held my head high as he picked up the plate and handed it to someone else.

"Oh my sincere apologies on behalf of the ship's cook for disappointing your majesty" he gave a small bow and it stunned me how his cocky nature had quickly returned and I was still caught up in my emotions.

"Are you mocking me, Captain?" His eyes squinted slightly as he drew out a long hum before nodding profusely.

"hmmm, yes" he laughed loudly and I rolled my eyes.

"Well if that is all you intend to do I request to be alone"

"That's not all I came down here for".

He peeked my interest and I peered at him intently.

"No, I came to check in on you. Give you a little bit of company" Henry looked around the room as if he had never seen it before himself as he took a seat on a chair that sat in the corner, the wood creaking under his weight.

"it does get awfully lonely down here and something tells me you aren't one to go without attention"

I stared him down and blew a strand of hair from my face.

"Don't take me for a fool, captain" my voice was strong and unfaltering and Henry held his hands up defensively.

"Caught me in a lie you did" he chuckled again before sitting back comfortably. His eyes stared at my body again before landing on my face that I was sure had a tint of red.

"Alright, I confess - You fascinate me"

Words left me as my mind went blank.

"w-what?" the only word that seemed I was able to speak.

"Well I just can't stay away. I'm actually going to miss having you aboard. You've got a fire inside you that no one seems to dampen. Never before have I had someone speak to me the way you do. I thought about the day someone finally did and I imagined what they would look like. But a princess never seemed to fit that description. You're definitely more than I bargained for".

I felt almost embarrassed as he stared at me, the warmth in my stomach almost matching the warmth that radiated from my chest.

"Not once have you wailed or cried in self pity. You haven't begged for your life or your father's" he shook his head as he seemed to remember something, an inside joke maybe. Henry wagged his finger at me and chuckled.

"But you. You take swings at me, spit in my face and you fight back".

I felt a small smile pull at my lips as pride filled me.

"So?"

"so, if I stay here for a little while will I get hurt again?"

The smile on my face grew a little at the admittance that I had managed to hurt him.

"No" I simply said, taking a seat on my bed.

"tell me. Will you be happy to return?" The smile I had faded just as quick as it had appeared and even I didn't know the answer to that but thankfully Henry was too eager with his questions to allow me to linger on that one.

"What's it even like there? To live in luxury? I reckon my imagination doesn't do it justice"

I felt a sarcastic remark bite at my tongue and I couldn't control it.

"It's more than an animal like you deserves" I glanced at him briefly with a glint of resistance before turning my gaze back to the wall.

"Oh I see. You know it's funny, princess" Henry stood from his seat and slowly marched to stand in front of me, hands behind his back as his eyes remained on me. "Your lips insult me… But your eyes twinkle as they do"

I swallowed the lump in my front as I crossed my legs and straightened my posture.

"I have no idea what you are talking about"

Henry chuckled, stepping closer to me before leaning down so his face was inches away from mine.

"You know what I think? I think I am no more of an animal to you than you are a rich, spoiled brat to me" our eyes met and I could see the resistance that both of us held. His eyes flickered down to my lips for a second and I could tell he didn't mean to do it. "I think we both know that there's more to each other than meets the eye"

I so badly wanted to reach out to him, to run my fingers through his salty hair. But my pride held me back and Henry thankfully stood up.

"Be honest, there's a part of you that's thriving on all of this. Being amongst pirates and being at sea away from civilization and prying eyes. And being more than a pretty face in a perfect little world" his voice turned dark with desire as I stared up at him, not quite sure what to say.

"So you admit you think I'm pretty"

"and you don't deny anything else"

We both held our gazes strong and anyone could feel the tension that surrounded us.

"You see, I can be quite perspective - for an animal" He chuckled lowly and I still remained silent.

"Well princess, I bid you goodnight. I'm going to be turning in soon."

Henry turned to leave and I suddenly found my voice.

"Can you leave a candle burning?" Henry smiled and simply nodded, pulling a match from his pocket and sticking it to create a flame that lit the room much more.

"I'm sorry for leaving you in the dark, princess." he smiled softly.

"And maybe a blanket?" Henry's eyes flooded with guilt as he finally noticed the way I clung onto myself for any warmth.

"You've - you've been cold?" I watched as his gaze turned to his men who stood outside the door and their faces turned white with fear.

"My sincere apologies, Princess. My men should have been on that and I promise you the right consequences will be taken"

I laughed quietly as I watched the men scramble to find a blanket and within seconds one was being handed to me.

"Now for God's sake we are not your servants, no more requests".

I wrapped the scratchy blanket around my body but I couldn't care less because the warmth was all I needed.

"Good night, princess"

"Good night, captain"

Tbc

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#Henry Cavill #henry cavill fanfic #keanu reeves #henry cavill imagine #henry cavill one shot

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15x18 coda fic...?

I had an idea that bugged me so I wrote it. What if Dean just...threw himself at Cas while the Empty was taking him? Then this happened. (comfort/fluff/first kiss)

No.

Cas looked back at him. A smile so big and loving but heartbreaking all at once was still on his lips.

No. No. No.

Dean watched it all from the ground where Cas had shoved him to protect him again because that’s what Cas does. He protects him. He saves him time after time. Everything he has done has been for...him. He always knew that Cas made it pretty clear but he could never accept it. It made no sense for an angel of the lord to sacrifice so much for him, for him specifically, but here he was doing it again. Sacrificing his life once again but it’s so much different this time.

“No!” A shaky cry came out of him as he half lunged and crawled to take a hold of Cas’s legs that were already covered in black goo.

Dean can feel the goo start to envelop him as well and while fear was completely eating at him, there was nothing in the damn universe that could make him let go. He held his breath as he pressed his face into Cas’s thigh and felt the goo crawling up his neck to finally swallow them.

Then it was silent.

Dean felt like he just woke up but he knew only a few seconds had passed. His grip was still tight on Cas’s legs but the goo was gone now. He let out the breath of air that was burning his lungs before he even dared to look up, the glare was so clearly burning into the top of his head.

“Dean?”

Dean still wasn’t thinking clearly as he hid his face into Cas’s thigh. Clinging to him as he kneeled at his feet because Cas was still with him. He could feel a sob trying to escape from his throat but he just buried his face deeper into Cas. Letting the tears fall but still, the goodbye was not processing with him. He was about to lose Cas again but he’s right here. He was still with him.

“Dean?”

Cas pulled his white-knuckled grip off of him as he kneeled down to look at him but Dean couldn’t stand the separation so he pulled Cas into a strong hug. One that must have surprised Cas as he made a gasping noise while Dean hid his face into the side of Cas’s face. Feeling the tickle of his hair on his lips and nose. Breathing in the scent of rain, Cas always carries and lets one of his hands buried themselves into his hair while the other wrapped around his shoulders to hold him close. He has him.

Then he felt Cas’s shoulders shake. His arms remained at his side as his chin rested on Dean’s shoulder. He could just picture Cas’s face and it made him squeeze his eyes shut as he let out his own gasping sob. His hand grasping at Cas’s coat afraid to let go. Afraid he would really disappear again if his hold loosens because he has his own confession to say but everything was overwhelming him.

“Cas,” Dean took a shaky breath against Cas’s skin before he rested his forehead on Cas’s shoulder. “Tell me again. Say it again. I need to know...I need to know it’s really you.”

Dean didn’t move as Cas’s hands finally touched him. He started making soft strokes down his spine, comforting and warm. Not at all desperate the way Dean was holding him.

“Dean, Chuck has no hold on me. You know that. I’m real. My feelings are real. We… we are real.” His voice was still calm but he could hear softness in them still. The way he was still holding back cries.

“Then say it again.” Dean pushed back just enough to take Cas’s face in between his shaky hands. Their eyes meet for the first time since being here and Dean had to fight back another sob as he meets those watery blue eyes. With his thumbs, he wiped Cas’s tears away and desperately said, “Please. I need to hear you say it again.”

He smiled again as he started saying his name but Dean shook his head as he let his head hang between them. A shaky breath or laugh escaping him as his mind still fogged up, nothing making sense anymore.

“No, wait, shh!” He shook his head as if everything would clear up but he was still feeling a bit dizzy. Not ready to hear the words and finally accept them. “Shit, fuck, I’m not ready. Wait”

He heard Cas chuckle, felt the shaking in between his hands, before he said, “You’re so stupid.”

“Gee thanks, Cas, and here I thought you loved me.” The teasing came out so naturally that it shocked Dean when those words escaped his lips.

Of course, Cas would not skip a beat as he said, “I do - love you I mean - but I also think you’re an idiot at times. Like right now for instance.” He pulled Dean’s hands off of him but held them tightly on his lap. Dean looked up to meet his glare. “Jumping into the grasp of The Empty? Really, Dean?”

“Cas, I-I can’t lose you again.” Dean shook his head as he looked back at him. Watching Cas strain to hold back his emotions as tears continued to flow.

“Dean, it’s fine. I was at peace with my decision. If it meant saving you,” Cas looked down at their hands moving them just enough so the desperation wasn’t showing. Cas sat back on the black hollow floor and held one of Dean’s hands. Held it as if they were going to go for a nice walk instead of discussing his own sacrifice. “I’ll do anything.”

Dean sat next to him, shoulder to shoulder as their hands rested on Cas’s knee. “So what? I’m supposed to willingly let you go?”

“Yes.”

“No.”

Cas rolls his eyes as he uses his free hand to wipe his face. “I don’t want to argue with you.”

“Well, I do.”

“No.” Cas says firmly as he shakes his head. He made a move to let go of their hands but Dean only tightened his grip. Cas sighs as he looks down at their hands again before looking back at Dean. Softer but still an edge. “No, you need to leave.”

“He’s right you know.” Dean turns towards the familiar voice and sees Meg appear before them. Her smile wild and manic as she glared down at them. He instantly stood up to block Cas from her view. “No humans in my void.”

“I’m not leaving without, Cas.” He could feel Cas’s hand gripping at the back of his shirt, ready to yank him out of the way at the first sign of trouble.

“Dean,” Cas started but Dean reached behind him to squeeze his wrist.

“Shut up.” Dean tells him before looking back at Meg or not Meg. “We’re kind of a package deal so you might as well throw us both back.”

She chuckles before she takes a shaky step towards them. “Humans aren’t supposed to be here. You shouldn’t be here. You’re being too noisy. Everything is too loud now!”

Dean pulled at Cas’s wrist to pull him in close. To just make sure he was there. “Then let us continue our conversation back at home and we’ll leave you alone.”

“No! Castiel and I had a deal.”

“Fine! Send me back alone but you’ll never get peace.” Dean threatened as he pulled Cas along with him when he took a step towards Meg. “You’re gonna deal with my stubborn ass poking at you again and again until I get him back. Cause trust me, sweetheart, I’m not someone who gives up easily. I killed Death already, twice, and you’re going to be next on my list.”

Meg just started to giggle, low and deep, before she started to full-on laugh. Throwing her head back before she looked back at them with her wild smile. She grabbed her head as she closed her eyes. “I just...I want to sleep! Let me sleep.”

“What if we promised not to bother you?” Cas stepped forward and away from Dean’s grasp. “We were all betrayed by Billie but what if we work together again. Help each other get what we want. You get your peace again and we-”

“You guys walk out of here?” Cas only nodded while Dean couldn’t stop himself from reaching for Cas, his hands grasping at his trench coat. She eyed them both. “I never want either of you or that...Jack, here again.”

“Got it. We can do that.” Dean says as he stands beside Cas. Looking over at him while Cas kept his eyes forward. Standing strong and confident while his face was a blank stare but Dean could see his mind running. “Cas?”

“We still need to defeat Chuck. I can’t promise I’ll make it out of that alive. I may be back here in a few hours or days after we return.” Cas doesn’t look at him as he talked but at Meg who was glaring back at him. “If you help us defeat him maybe we can all finally have peace.”

“How?”

“I summon you again.”

Dean opened his mouth to argue but Cas shook his head at him, holding his hand out to stop him from talking but Dean instead took it. Intertwining their fingers together to let Cas know that if it’s a dumb suicidal plan again then he better be ready for him to follow him into the damn dark again.

“I summon you when I am close to Chuck and you-”

“And I’ll bring him here.” Meg finished Cas’s sentence with a smirk. “Where he is powerless.”

“He has Amara in him so that would keep them both alive. Keep the balance.” Dean adds as Cas eyes finally turn to look at him with a smile on his lips as things start to fall in place. He squeezes his hand with a hopeful look because maybe, just maybe, they had a chance for some real happiness.

“We got work to do then.” Cas tells Dean before turning back to Meg.

She looks back at them with a less strained and creepy smile before she says, “I’ll be waiting for your summon then? I’m still connected to you, Castiel, so I’ll hear you.”

Cas gave a solid nod while Dean didn’t like the sound of that at all. He was about to open his mouth to ask what that meant but then Meg waved her hand and they were in the dark again.

Dean woke up face down back in the dungeon. He blinked awake as he sat up trying to get his head on straight when he sprang up to look for Cas, afraid he was left behind. That he was tricked and this was how he finds out that he actually lost Cas. He lost him before he could even-

“Oh.” Dean turns to find Cas passed out behind him. He was laying on his back with his tie draped across his face. He couldn’t help but chuckle wanting to add another picture to his collection but there were more important things to do, to say, right now. “Cas?”

He crawled over to him and moved his tie as he shook his shoulders to wake him. “Come on, sleeping beauty, time to get up.”

Cas groaned as his eyes tighten up before he opens them, squinting up at Dean with a confused haze. “Dean?”

“Yeah, buddy, come on.” Dean helped sit him but then he was pulled into an overwhelming hug. The relief that was running out of Cas was heavy as his grip was tight but for the first time, Cas turned his head to hide his face into Dean’s neck. “Cas?”

Cas shook his head and once again Dean felt the angel shake with silent cries.

Dean held on to him as he tried to comfort him but his own tears were blinding him. Cas was here, alive and in his arms. He almost lost him again and just like every other time he wasn’t sure how he was supposed to go on. How was he supposed to care about saving a world that he wanted to escape from? Now, now everything was right again. Well, almost everything.

Dean pulled back just enough to look back at Cas’s red-rimmed eyes, the most he has ever seen the angel cry.

“You’re a mess.” He reached over to wipe Cas’s face with his sleeve and that made Cas slowly smile before a choke of a laugh escaped him.

“Yeah, well you don’t look so hot either.” Cas copied him, Dean’s face being wiped clean by the rough fabric of the dirty old trench coat. His smile slow-growing before he was grinning, dazzling, and beautiful as his fingers then replaced the fabric. Then the smile became a pout again as he tried to fight back more tears. “I’m so sorry, Dean. I didn’t want to leave you but I saw no other way to save you.”

His fingers reached to caress Dean’s face with no hesitation. Dean cloaked Cas’s hands with his own before he asked again. “Tell me now.”

Cas rolled his eyes as he shared his you’re-such-an-idiot smile. “Dean, are you sure this time?”

“Yeah, Cas, say it again.”

Cas features all soften as he relaxed while he looked into his eyes. There was never fear in Cas’s eyes while he took a deep breath. He looked so happy so...in love.

“I love you, Dean.”

Dean let go of the breath he must have been holding as he read Cas’s lips. His voice echoing in his head, trying to compare both of the confessions but they both sounded so confident. This time though it wasn’t a goodbye. No, this was just the beginning for them.

Dean let his forehead fall against Cas’s own, a move that surprised Cas as he froze under the touch. He felt too overwhelmed with it all but it’s true. His angel loved him, the words that always were unspoken between them were finally out in the open. That whole speech was Cas. It was how he truly felt about Dean and maybe he wasn’t as good with his words as Cas but he could at least say it.

“I love you, Cas.” Dean fought the lump in his throat. “I love you. You...you have me. You always had me.”

“Dean.” Cas gasped out still unmoving as all of this was new territory for them but it wasn’t weird. It wasn’t uncomfortable but just unsure. Still hesitant. As if they both couldn’t believe they finally crossed this dumb line they drew themselves. “Are you sure?”

“Yeah, dumbass,” Dean pulled back just enough that their noses touched but he wasn’t ready to be so far away from him just yet. “Are you?”

“Yes!” Cas said sounding half annoyed that Dean ever doubted him in the first place and half thrilled that he could finally say it. “It’s one of the few things I know for certain. I love you, Dean.”

“Cool. Can I…?” Dean wanted to ask but now he finally felt the embarrassment, the one that always crawled up his neck when they were found too close together. Lost in each other’s gaze and always drifting closer without words.

“Please do.”

Dean watched Cas's eyes drift closed and just when he got the confidence to lean in he heard his name being called out in the halls. Desperate and scared.

“Sam?” Cas turned towards the hall and heard Jack call back to him. “Jack!”

Dean let himself be pulled up by Cas before they were both almost tackled down by their kid. “You’re alive!”

“Barely,” Dean mumbled as Cas turned to narrow his eyes at him, telling him not to worry the kid so much. “We’re fine. How are you guys?”

Sam walked in then and they get the cliff notes of Sam and Jack’s missing person’s case. Then it was their turn to do the same, leaving out the whole them part out of it. Now they had to figure out how they can make Chuck bring all these people back before they shove his ass into the Empty.

“Come on, we can check the town out.” Sam tells them and Jack follows right behind him.

Cas was going to follow them right out the door but Dean then grabbed his arm to pull him back to him. Taking his face in his hands and before Cas could say anything, though his wide eyes made him believe that Cas wasn’t about to say anything to stop him, Dean leaned in to finally kiss him.

Letting himself melt against Cas as he has always wanted to. Moving his hands to wrap around his waist, under the coat and jacket, to hold him close to his chest. Wanting more as Cas carefully rested his hands on his shoulders as if not knowing what to do with them but he was so confident in the kiss as he moved his lips along with his own with the same eagerness.

Then he pulled away too quickly as his hot breath tickled Dean’s lips. His bright eyes looking down at his lips then back at his eyes. “We have to go, Dean.”

“Okay,” Dean leaned down for a quick peek and he couldn’t stop his chuckle as Cas chased after his lips. “Let’s go save the world and then we can pick this up later. Deal?”

Cas nodded, flashing Dean a smile before he said, “Of course, Dean.”

“Guys! Come on!”

Dean takes Cas’s hand squeezing it before they raced back down the hall to meet up with Sam. A last chapter in Chuck’s story starting but they knew they had the power to write their own ending because they are real. This is real.

#Destiel #Deancas #Supernatural #SPN #A More Profound OTP #My Writing #SPN Spoilers #s15 #I just pretty much ignored everything lol #also i needed a kiss so yay #i needed a lot of tears and forhead touches too #destiel fic #destiel first kiss #destiel fanfic #15x18 fic #spn coda 15x18 #coda fic #WormstacheWrites

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toosicktoocare · 4 years

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Jason knows the second he’s pulled from sleep by a low vibration close to his head that today’s going to go down in the books as, to put it simply, a bad day. There’s a dull sense of pressure in his head, pushing lightly against the base of his skull, and his phone buzzing insistently beside his head is only heightning his overall awareness that he’s got one hell of a mirgaine trying to grow against his brain.

He slaps his hand around blindly for his phone, squeezing his eyes shut against the drum of pressure as he clumsily presses answer on his phone with a groan.

“Look, Dick Brain, I’ve already told you that I’m not teaming up with you lot of dumb birds tonight. I have my own shit, so you you all need to keep your shit to yourselves.”

“Master Jason?”

Jason isn’t prepared for the polite accent on the other line, one that’s distinctly laced with an air of disappointment. He shoots up in bed, his free hand flying to push against the alarming wave of pressure that’s blooming across is forehead. “Shit, Alfred. Sorry. I didn’t realize it was you.”

“I assumed as much. Did I wake you?”

Jason clears his throat to rid the lingering dryness from sleep that’s coating his throat. He blinks slowly at the digital clock on his bedside table until his mind finally makes sense of the numbers and orders: 10:22 AM.

He contemplates lying for a breath of a moment only to chase the thought away with a shake of the head. Alfred will know; he always does.

“Yeah,” he laughs quietly. “Guess I slept in a little.”

“Are you quite alright, Master Jason? It’s unlike you to sleep past 7 AM.”

Jason mentally supplies the words that go unsaid: ‘because of your nightmares.’ Sighing, he digs his fingers into his forehead, massaging around the blossoming pressure. “Yeah, just a headache.”

“Not one of your migraines, I hope.”

“Nah,” Jason tries for an airy attitude, one void of any concern, and to his legitimate surprise, Alfred seems to accept his answer, though hesitantly.

“If you’re absolutely sure...”

Deflect, Jason supplies to himself. “I assume Dick’s got you calling to do his dirty work?”

“Not quite. Master Bruce asked me to call when Dick informed him that you’ve been dodging his calls all week.”

“That’s new,” Jason mutters, swinging his legs over the bed and sliding to his feet. The sudden change in weight distribution elevates the pressure in his head. He swallows back a gasp, free hand finding the wall for support as he shuffles from his bedroom to his bathroom in search for pain killers. “What’s so important about tonight? Sounds like a standard drug bust that Dick can more than handle on his own.”

“Master Bruce would feel better if all of his sons were present tonight.”

Jason doesn’t understand Bruce’s mind, his logic and reasoning for his choices. He never has, and he gathers that he never will. He snags a bottle of pain killers and balances his phone between his ear and shoulder, ignoring to sudden shift of pain in his head.

“I have my own patrol, Alfred.”

“We’ll have all patrols covered, Master Jason. Your territory will be well looked after tonight.”

Damn, Jason thinks. If there’s one thing Alfred is good at, it’s his verbal reassurance, something so frighteningly powerful. He dry swallows a few pills and drops against the edge of his tub with a sigh, fingers raking through his hair.

“Fine. Will you send me the details?” He drags out each word slowly, making sure that Alfred knows he’s only agreeing because it’s Alfred asking.

“Of course.”

***

Jason’s head feels far too heavy on his neck, the added pressure weighing it down. The pain killers chased off the edge of the migraine for a few hours, but per usual, the pain came back stronger as the pills wore off, and he’s opted not to take more, not wishing to risk being slightly sluggish.

He walks up to see Dick, Tim, and Damian occupying a small corner down an alleyway, their odd meetup point. Tim’s seated, his back against a wall, and he’s yawning. Dick’s stood with his back against a wall across from Tim, his arms crossed, as he muffles a few light coughs into his fist. And, Damian’s standing closer to Dick with his right arm cradled close to his chest.

Tension trickles down to Jason’s limbs, and he grips his helmet a little tighter in his hand as he approaches. “The fuck’s wrong with you all?” His own voice is a drill in his head, piercing through the pressure and re-distributing it unevenly.

It’s Tim who opts to speak around a second yawn.

“Dick’s still recovering from the flu, and the Demon Brat hurt his wrist on patrol yesterday.”

“My wrist is fine, Drake,” Damian spits out, drawing out words deliberately.

“I assume you haven’t slept,” Jason mutters, nodding toward Tim, who’s slow to get to his feet.

“It’s fine.”

“It’s not,” Dick cuts in sharply, and Jason arches a single brow to the oldest, faintly curious. “You need sleep, Tim, or you’ll wind up sick.”

“Funny since you’re the one who’s running a low grade fever.”

“Grayson is competent, Drake, even while recovering from illness. He’s not so easily taken down by the flu.”

“And what are you planning on doing tonight, Damian,” Tim drags out lowly, and Jason shifts his faint curiosity from one idiot to the other.

“You can barely move your wrist.”

“I’ve been trained to be ambidextrous, Drake-”

“-Okay,” Jason calls out, the curiosity from before replaced with dull, familair annoyance that’s now mixed in with a hot pain swirling in his skull. “Let’s just get this the fuck over with, yeah?” He looks to Dick, a silent question to take charge, and Dick nods and turns on his heel, leading everyone to the hinted base for the drug ring.

“Father would tell you to watch your language,” Damian mutters at Jason’s side before he quickens his step to match Dick’s steady pace.

Jason flips him off and shoves his helmet over his head, swallowing back a groan when the added weight pushes the pressure in different directions. Nausea starts to tumble in his stomach, and he tries his best to steady his breathing, pushing his concentration away from himself.

“So, Timmy, what are the deets? Alfred didn’t say much.”

***

Turns out, Bruce’s hunch was correct, and all four were forced to hold their own against multiple, burly men, all of which got in numerous, painful hits before being taken down. The fight ended at the top of an apartment building across the street from the warehouse that was doubling as the drug storage, and Jason’s not sure he’s ever felt this much pain in his head, knowing that it didn’t help he let a few men get some solid hits to his face and temples.

The others appear to be, more or less, in similar conditions. Dick’s down on one knee, panting heavily. Damian’s paler than usual, and he’s got his wrist held tightly to his chest, and Tim’s swaying on his feet, looking about ready to drop any second.

Jason pulls a slow gaze around them, swallowing thickly around the bursting pressure that’s pushing hard against every inch of his skull now, swelling against his brain, leaving his vision fraying at the edges. He’s faintly aware that the others are talking amongst each other, but he can’t keep up with the conversation, not with the sudden roar in his ears that drowns out the voices around him.

The pain’s... intense. It’s all he’s able to supply, most thoughts breaking against the pressure. He takes a step back, fingers clumsily slipping under his helmet. His vision is graying now, blurring, and he tries to blink around it. He can see Dick get to his feet, see the older boy frowning at him. He’s saying something to him, but Jason can’t work his mind around reading lips. No, all he wants is to get the damn helmet off his head, but his hands are shaking too hard to be of any use.

He starts to feel hot all over despite the crisp fall air. He takes another, staggering step back, his legs struggling to hold his balance, to support the weight of his abdomen and head, and the back of his foot knocks hard into something. He only realizes that he’s bumped into the edge of the roof when he’s falling backward into open, empty space.

His stomach plummets in time with his body, bringing back his vision, sounds, his surroundings.

“Jason!”

He pulls his gaze from the tilting sky to see the others coming into view, and he wonders, briefly, if it’s the last thing he’ll ever see, but the thought gets josteled from his head when something small yet strong latches onto his ankle, followed by a loud, gasping cry.

His back slams against the side of the apartment building, bringing with it bursting, white hot pain across his head, but he manages to stay present, craning his neck up to see Damian crying and holding onto his ankle with his injured hand. Dick stumbles toward them, wrapping one arm tightly around Damin to keep him up on the roof.

“Jason! Do you think you can lean upward?”

Nodding, Jason breathes deeply around the pain and nausea, and he swings himself upward, arms flying forward until he’s grasping at the hands reaching out to him. Dick and Tim pull him up, and the second he’s upright, his vision grays until he blacks out entirely.

***

“Come on, Jay, open your eyes for me.”

Jason wants to be annoyed that the voice is waking him, but there’s something so soft and desperate in the tone, in the gentle touches at his face, so he decides to try and chase it.

“Bruce is on his way.”

That brings Jason back all at once, his mind reeling against pain, and nausea twisting so hard in his stomach. He leans to the side and vomits, mutely thankful that someone removed his helmet.

“Shit, Jason!”

He can feel a hand at his back, rubbing small circles, and when his stomach settles, he flops back onto his back with a groan, only faintly aware that his head is pillowed on Dick’s thigh.

“Jay? You with us?”

“Bruce says he’s two minutes out. He wants to know if we can make it off the roof.”

Jason realizes slowly that there’s a voice missing, and then memories flood agaisnt the pressure in his head until he’s jerking forward to see Damian sitting across from his, tear trackes evident against his cheeks.

“Fuck, Damian, your wrist-”

“It’s okay.” Damain’s voice is shaking, and Jason leans forward to pat Damian’s knee, unsure of what else he could do or say to properly express the heavy weight of appreciation for Damian saving his life.

“Jason, what happened? Are you sick?” Dick’s voice is laced deep with worry at Jason’s back, two hands planted firmly to Jason’s shoulders.

Before Jason can answer, Bruce is swinging himself over the ledge of the roof, fully suited, dark eyes shifting between each son, falling on Jason.

“Migraine,” he answers deeply for Jason. “Alfred suspected as much.” Bruce stops before him. “Can you walk?”

Jason nods and allows Bruce to pull him to his feet. He sways for a moment, swallows back the need to dry heave, and grounds himself, faintly aware that Bruce’s hand is just inches from his elbow. He doesn’t meet Bruce’s studying gaze, doesn’t fully breathe until Bruce breaks away to assess the others.

He watches, exhausted, as Damian argues with Bruce that he doesn’t need to be carried. He frowns when Tim stumbles into Dick, and Dick crouches down and instructs Tim to climb atop his back. He follows behind the others, listening in briefly to hear Tim grumble how Dick’s fever feels like it’s spiking, or how Bruce’s is tugging Damian tightly to his side and muttering reassurances under his breath.

When they reach the ground floor, his knees begin to shake, but then Alfred’s at his side, worried, arm tight around his shoulders, and he’s guided into one of Bruce’s many cars, squeezing in the back beside the others. Tim’s directly to his left, and he drops his head to Jason’s shoulder almost immediately. Jason nudges him forward just enough to slip his arm around his back, and Tim curls closer into him.

Jason decides that just for tonight, he’ll let him. He cranes his neck to see Damian similarly clinging to Dick, and he locks eyes with Dick, the two sharing a mutual, tired nod.

Dragging his gaze slowly forward, Jason squeezes his eyes shut, focusing on the lull of the engine and not on the drum pounding in his head.

“Shall I drop Master Jason off at his apartment?”

“No, I want all of my sons at the manor tonight.”

#batfam #batman #batbros #sickfic #whump #whumpfic #dcu #jason todd #dick grayson #tim drake #damian wayne #bruce wayne #red hood #nightwing #red robin #robin #hurt/comfort #hi dysfunctional family

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assemble-revengers · 3 years

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Nexus Split

**Contains spoilers for Loki**

Pairing: Loki x Reader

Word Count: 2203

Prompt: “Why does it sound like you’re saying goodbye?”

Author’s Note: I woke up and chose violence today.

Time was hard to grasp before this whole mess began, but it at least had some structure regardless of how ethereal it seemed. There was structure and a time and place and you just happened to be in the wrong place at the right time so it seemed when you also made a move to snatch up the Tesseract the second you saw Loki move in New York. That’s how you got into this mess and honestly there were many things you had regretted initially. For instance, why couldn’t you have minded your own business?

Well, if you had you wouldn’t have had the opportunity to meet Loki, and at the moment? That felt worth more than anything. It hadn’t started that way -- the two of you were practically at each other’s throats and when you weren’t bickering between each other you were being confused by the politics of the TVA and time in general.

In a wild turn of events you became an unpaid intern all over again. You supposed it was better than dying or “being pruned”. You still were confused as ever by the lingo and even though you had tried your best to pay attention to the onboarding process, but frankly you were still wrapping your head around the prospect of the TVA in general. How had no one even considered this being a possibility? Where did these people come from? It seemed that it just...was? But if that was the case, why was there an onboarding process?

Miss Minutes was terrifying -- she was just so...eerie and popped up randomly and honestly you just wanted a nap. Or to wake up from this bizarre dream.

The worst part was the notion of running into other variants, namely the fact that a variant that had been targeting members of the TVA happened to be a Loki-variant.

“Wonderful,” you retorted, interrupting Mobius with disdain, “There’s another one of him.”

The aforementioned god was sitting across a table from you and you weren’t entirely sure how he was taking the whole thing. According to him, the tesseract was useless here. A paper weight. Another beyond weird thing that the TVA brought.

“We should team up,” a voice interrupted your spacing out and it took you a moment to realize that the voice belonged to Loki. And he was talking to you.

You blinked a few times incredulously, “You have been nothing but cruel to me since we met. Why would I ever help you?” Honestly, the audacity of men.

“I am sorry about that, by the way,” he answered, “I was going through something.”

You couldn’t help the laugh you let out, covering your mouth immediately to try to mute the sound and avoid any more attention. “Aw, that makes it all better.”

There was no reason to hide your sarcasm, and he knew that. You could tell from the way he blanched for a moment before resuming his composure, obviously trying to turn on some godly charm or something onto you, “I was. I truly am sorry.”

“Loki, you stole the Tesseract, tried to take over the world and brought a bunch of crazy alien things into New York City,” you listed, counting off the things on your fingers, “And now because you went after the stupid Tesseract again, with a room full of Avengers I might add, I cannot return to my life which wasn’t that impressive, but at this moment? I kind of miss it. So, no, I don’t accept your apology.” He was silent after that and you went back to your mind palace spiraling about the logistics of what was happening to you.

It was not a great day for you. Week? Hour? Time was weird. It was even more weird when you were suddenly having to do research into the Loki-variant-assassin. Going through files and files of different instances in time was tedious. It was interesting in that some of the things had already happened, were going to happen, and were happening in places you had never even heard of. It was during this that you and Loki had begun to work more collaboratively.

In fact, the moment you guys had made the connection that it was apocalypses? You taught the god of mischief the importance of a high five. Or rather, never leaving someone hanging because you chased him down, yelling at him until he returned the high five before you even allowed him to present your findings to Mobius. The bond continued when you both were treated like unhinged criminals or starved, ravenous animals by pretty much everyone other than Mobius who was...friendly as ever.

You did not have a lot of options in terms of trust. While Mobius seemed genuine, there was no way you could possibly know. The issue was that the only thing that was any level of normal in your eyes was Loki which was...laughable, but he was from your timeline. The two of you were in this together sort of because at this point you wanted to go home and it seemed he did too after the whole semantics of this whole thing. Or maybe he wanted to take over the TVA. Regardless, it gave you some hope that he might be kind and put you into your timeline where you belong.

The feelings came out of nowhere. In fact, you hadn’t even realized it happened until there was a chance for you both to chase after the Loki-variant (or Sylvie as you would learn later) and before Loki went through the portal, he reached a hand out for you, Mobius yelling and you found your feet moving on their own accord, turning to mouth ‘Sorry’ to Mobius before grabbing Loki’s hand and rushing through the portal.

Sylvie was interesting and endearing and was someone you instantly found yourself drawn to. You felt sympathetic to her story, and maybe that was dangerous. Dangerous, but gave you another sliver of hope despite the fact things were bleak. Very bleak. Being on Lamentis-1 about to explode and everyone die bleak. Despite this, the two of you sat and chatted in your booth at the bar while Loki got absolutely hammered and even began to softly serenade you in what you assumed was Asgardian (this was after he sung to the whole room) and you found yourself pulling him back down to the chairs and pulling him into a hug while you laughed.

“Loki, I have no idea what you’re saying,” you giggled, pulling away from him, “But I think you’ve had enough.”

“Darling, I think I’m just getting started,” he answered with the smoothness of butter on a hot pancake. You couldn’t help the burning of your ears and the rest of the blush that began to dance across your features. Sylvie coughed. Moment interrupted (Thankfully? You don’t know). Back to the business of the world ending and no way out. Maybe that’s what let all of you decide to unload tales of the past. Yours was boring and...uneventful comparatively which led you to remain relatively quiet as both Loki and Sylvie talked.

Hearing all of Sylvie’s plight and what brought her to that moment had both you and Loki feeling empathetic. You felt anger that this whole this was allowed and deemed ‘okay’ by the TVA. An entity that really had no checks and balances as far as you could see. You pretended to ignore Sylvie and Loki bonding. You felt your stomach tighten. Envy was ugly and green really was never your color.

But that triggered the TVA rolling up and taking the three of you back. You weren’t sure what you were expecting. You weren’t expecting yourself to start fighting. Your restraints, the situation, the fact you were separated from Sylvie and more importantly Loki. You were utterly alone in your cell, screaming for them to let you out. The person interrogating you entered, tried asking you questions that you just couldn’t hear. Your head was swimming and it was almost as if you were hearing things like you were underwater. Fight or flight and apparently your entire being chose to fight.

Per someone’s orders you were moved, you lit up the moment you saw Loki and soon you were joined by Sylvie. Your restraints were removed and your eyes began watering as you rushed to Loki’s side, grabbing his hand as he gave yours a reassuring squeeze, moving so that he was shielding you from the front. The next thing you knew and before you had a moment to process, Mobius was pruned in front of you and Loki moved to shield you further.

Surprisingly, you were not entirely useless in the fight that ensued, but couldn’t help but feel entirely out of your element. The closest you had ever been to being in a fight in the past was when you were five and some girl stole your crayons and had the nerve to try to eat them.

Your adrenaline was pumping when you turned to Loki a feeling like being shocked by a plug while also being burned by a pan that had been on the stove. You were confused, Loki was yelling something. You couldn’t hear. You reach for him, desperate to calm him down or maybe it was because you subconsciously knew what was happening and you were terrified. The hot, electric feeling spread across your body before what felt like you were dropped in ice cold water and suddenly...your eyes blinked awake. You weren’t at the TVA.

Instead, you found yourself on the run (you hated yourself for missing out on all that gym time because your cardio could use some work) from a cloud that ate things. You would learn that you were in The Void, the evil vacuum of the cloud was called Alioth, and that there were even more Loki variants. One was an alligator. He was your favorite.

Your Loki also turned up and you practically threw yourself into his arms in relief, “I thought I lost you, you idiot.”

“I could say the same to you, pet,” he responded, murmuring into the crook of your shoulder. Reunions had to be cut short after you introduced the other variants, (“And this Loki is an alligator! How cool is that! He’s my favorite of all of you, no offense.”) and now you were seeking shelter to hide from Alioth and...well survive you supposed.

President Loki and the other Lokis were...a lot. In fact, there were so many Lokis that you were beginning to get a tension headache trying to keep up with everything that was going on. Some of them seemed to recognize you, including President Loki that informed you that you were late and with the wrong people (“No? I don’t even know who you are?” “You will.”)

Reuniting with Sylvie and Mobius brought even more relief. Sylvie seemed to think she could enchant the Alioth. You protested quite a bit before she was able to convince you otherwise. There was a way out. You had a chance to go back to the TVA and sort things with Mobius. Maybe go back to where you belong. Maybe stay. You weren’t sure, but it seemed Loki, your-Loki was hesitating.

Mobius was opening the portal behind you to the TVA. You stood with your hand firmly within Loki’s, fingers interlaced as you bid Sylvie a small, quiet ‘good luck, you’ve got this’. You and Loki were right by the portal, a sliver from stepping in before Loki stops, pulling you so that you two were facing each other, your back to the portal.

“What’s wrong?” you ask concerned.

“I’m staying,” Loki affirms, “To help Sylvie, to...do this.”

“Okay,” you lament. You were staying too. You tried to move to leave the portal Loki gave Mobius a heartfelt hug, which ended up being a group hug since Loki wouldn’t let go of you. In fact, as soon as Mobius was released from the hug, you were engulfed into Loki’s arms where you practically melted. The hug ended far too soon, but Loki didn’t release you, holding your face in his hands as he pressed his forehead to yours. It made your heart warm and peace washed over you.

“Loki…” you sigh, feeling an entire lifetime of emotions flooding your system, “I…”

“Shh,” he cuts you off, “I know. I feel the same...but I can’t bear to hear it.”

“Why does it sound like you’re saying goodbye?” You inquire, voice cracking. You felt frozen in place as panic began to bubble up under your skin.

“Because you’re not staying with me,” he murmurs weakly, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead, “I love you, Y/N. Remember that, please.”

Before you could respond, you were shoved by a great force. You couldn’t even react as your grip was easily broken, your sense of balance knocked out from under you. Mobius had already stepped through the portal...surely it wasn’t still up? You landed on the ground, having been knocked off your feet, but you were no longer in the void.

You felt your heart shattering. You couldn’t even cry. He was gone.

#loki x you #mcu loki #loki x reader #loki x y/n #mcu x you #mcu imagine #mcu x reader

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milksbigbookosin · 3 years

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I Thought I Couldn’t Love Anymore (Wilbur Soot x Reader)

Hello-!

This is my first MCYT oneshot so please by all means, let me know what you think! This was allot of fun to write and I do plan to write more in the future.

Sorry it's so short by the way- Tags/Warnings; Pining, unrequited crush, angst, alcohol use

Words:1034

Vodka and Geoguesser was becoming too much of a habit nowadays. It was rather fun when he did it in front of chat, loving their reactions to him being a total idiot. Tonight was one of those nights, downing Smirnoff and being oh so wrong when it came to geography. However, he found himself far too distracted now. He had been going on for about an hour but now, the screen was instead on some random musician’s stream while Wilbur tried to play along with his cat keyboard. For the most part he was just being goofy but in all honesty, he was truly just trying to keep his mind occupied. He saw your name mentioned in chat, he knew now that you were online and it was starting to be suggested that you guys do something together.

It was rather obvious to anyone that knew Wilbur that he had a real habit of talking down the whole premise of love. Everything from his jokes to his music painted the picture of a broken hearted romantic who was far too desperate to stay broken. He was content in his nihilistic void, walls and iron doors keeping him in so nothing would ever truly hurt him without his permission and he sure as shit never wanted ‘love’ to slip through.

So, what happens when someone like that starts to fall?

You came into his life a few months ago now, a small streamer that had been introduced to the circle of Minecraft streamers that Wil was in. You started to play every once and awhile when Tommy found some stupid mod to make a video out of, somehow already unlocking a door in Wilbur’s mind. Your laughter was infectious whenever you all filmed together. That laugh made the smile on his lips linger a little too long, watching Tommy's videos back and seeing your actual webcam reactions was dangerous as well. Your smile had started to tie his nerves into knots and god, the way your eyes seemed to brighten when he talked infested his insides with butterflies.

He wanted nothing more than to chalk it all up into being some sort of parasite, something that no business being in his body. Years of avoiding any strand of love gone to waste all because of you. You infected him and now he had no idea how to cure himself.

A sigh finally left his lips, fingers hovering over the keys of the cat board that grinned at him. The vodka wasn’t helping, Geoguesser wasn’t helping and this damn cat that was mocking his hidden grief sure as shit wasn’t helping either. He finally put the keyboard down, turning back to his stream.

“Alright I think, we’re going to call it a night” he said, trying his best to sound light hearted. His outro was quick but made sure that it didn’t seem rushed, the last thing he needed was people worrying about him. Once he was sure things were properly turned off he let out a long sigh, leaning back in his chair and staring numbly at the screen. Why the hell do you always manage to sneak into his brain like this? Especially with him being so damn drunk, it was practically begging for him to do something stupid.

His poor bottom lip was nervously being chewed on as he found his brain wandering again to your name. Wilbur didn’t want to go home just to sleep… Granted it was late and he was still smashed but he knew damn well he wouldn’t be able to sleep soundly without at the very least seeing what you were up to. He sat up, scooting up to his desk again and within seconds he had your stream up. You seemed to have started a game of Jackbox with a couple of the guys. He could make out Phil’s laughter along and he thought he heard Schlatt and Quackity but he wasn’t too sure. Whoever they were, they had you laughing and showing that all too familiar smile.

It felt like a God he didn’t believe in was purposely turning all the love sick words he wrote in songs around, plunging them deep into the unthawed heart in his chest. He wasn’t sure what to do. He wanted to make you smile like that, he wanted to be the one who got to hear you in calls that weren’t just for business but he knew it was an awful idea. After all, Wilbur was a problem, at least in his own mind.

He went this long shooting down anyone who seriously had feelings for him. He wouldn’t accept when things were working right those rare occasions when he thought he found love, ruining it in one way or another. As much as Wilbur was falling for you, he couldn’t see past the countless times he fucked up. He knew that there was a chance that he would ruin it again, leaving you crying like he had done so many times before to others. The idea of you crying because of him was enough to cover the idea of a happy future with you. It was enough to make his breath shaky and for his eyes to become glossy with tears of frustration.

Why was it so hard for him to just be happy?

Why did he always have to ruin any sort of positivity that he could look forward to?

Even if it wasn’t true that things were hopeless his mind would swoop right in with intrusive thoughts, instantly breaking him down with insults and far too many ‘what if’ scenarios. He knew deep down he wouldn’t hurt you on purpose. He knew deep down that he deserved love and that he could make you happy and just maybe, you could be good for him. The only thing blocking him was the walls he had put up and doors that he had lost the keys to ages ago.

But if you could unlock doors before, maybe the keys were in your possession. And maybe, just maybe, soon enough you’d unlock the rest of those for him and save him from the isolation he had sentenced himself to.

#wilbur x reader #wilbur fanfiction #mcyt x reader #wilbur soot

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carelesscreativity · 3 years

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CrossDust Bad Night for CrazyThings: Commission for Ko-Fi

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(SFW, Fluff, Angst)

As XGaster reached for him, Cross could feel his soul being ripped from his chest. The sound of knocking saved Cross, startling him awake from his nightmare. He sat in his bed for a moment, panting and trembling. He was gripping the sheets tightly, aware of tears running down his face.

He screwed his eyes shut and quickly wiped them with his sleeve. It was so dark. He could see just a faint hint of moonlight through his window. He wasn’t back there. He was in Nightmare’s castle. He was in his room. He wasn’t in that other place.

Chara was still asleep. Lucky bastard. He could see their ghostly form sitting with their arms crossed in a chair. The knocking came again. Cross blinked and slipped out of bed, shaking quietly. He moved over to the door, reaching out and resting his hand on the doorknob. He knew who it was. It wasn’t Horror or Error and Killer would’ve come barging in anyways. Nightmare made it a point not to come to their rooms. Cross took a deep breath and opened the door.

Dust’s glowing eyes met his from under his hood. He wasn’t having a good time right then, Cross could tell. Dust’s arms were tightly hugging himself and he was quivering ever so slightly. There was the whispering that always followed him. He had never met another who could see his ghosts, but Dust appeared to see Chara just fine. Cross could also see the thing that followed Dust around and he was not too thrilled about it.

He could see the ghostly, gloved hands on Dust’s shoulders and the whispering grew louder, Dust inhaling shakily as he screwed his eyes shut. Cross reached out and guided Dust into the room, quietly shutting the door before pulling him into a hug. Dust clung to him desperately and Cross let out a soft sigh, rubbing his back. In the beginning, he wasn’t sure why Dust would come to him.

Maybe it was because Cross could see what he was dealing with. Cross wasn’t entirely sure. But he also knew that, as the new guy, he didn’t think he could safely tell the most unstable and unpredictable member of his team ‘no.’ He blinked as he heard Dust whispering that it hurt and he wanted it to stop. Cross’s shoulders sank a little and he tried to assure him it was okay.

Dust continued on in his monotonous voice, though whenever he would slightly pull back, Cross could see tears running down his face. “Everything’s always achin’... they never stop talkin’... he never stops...” Cross felt Dust’s hands curling into his shoulders. His stained hands had freaked Cross out the first time he’d seen them. Now, he slid his own hands up to hold them. “I had to, y’know...? I had to do it... if I didn’t, the kid woulda and it woulda never ended...”

Dust’s voice was choked up and Cross gave a weak nod. “It woulda just kept goin’ and goin’...” His body sparked as he slightly raised his voice. “I couldn’t take it anymore!” Cross jumped and murmured that he knew, holding Dust against him again. He buried his face against the side of Dust’s head, murmuring that he didn’t have to worry about it anymore. Dust whispered that he couldn’t stop.

Cross’ hands moved to gently grip his shoulders, pushing him back a little. Dust flinched, immediately apologizing before stopping as Cross pressed their teeth together. It was a sweet and tender kiss. It was only a moment long, but a moment was all it needed for Dust’s body to relax against Cross. He pulled back and his hands moved up to Dust’s cheeks. The other was trembling, his face slightly purple. For a moment, it almost amused Cross because their faces were matching.

He would only ever show this side to Cross. Times where his trauma didn’t make him freak out and explode in a whirlwind of LV and pain. Times where he could only tremble and listen, forcing himself to be quiet so he didn’t wake anyone as the voices in his head grew constantly louder. It was a side that Cross hadn’t expected and it had hit a soft spot in him, knowing he had experienced the same thing in the void of Xtale.

No one in the castle knew about their relationship. Well, Cross was sure Nightmare did, but the boss never said anything. During the day, Cross and Dust were as distant and uninterested in each other as could be. Not even a glance in the other’s direction. It was nighttime when they were close. Whenever one of them was having a bad night, they would seek the other out and stay with them until morning.

Cross became aware of small trickles of powder falling from under Dust’s hood and he sighed softly. He hooked his thumbs on either side of Dust’s hood and the other froze up, looking up at him. Cross quietly asked if it was okay to take his hood off. Dust stared at him a moment longer and Cross felt his uneasiness grow. As close as they were, Dust was still prone to freaking out and attacking, regardless of whatever relationship he had with the monster closest to him.

Dust finally blinked and closed his eyes, looking down as he nodded. Cross murmured that he would be careful, slipping the hood back. He knew Dust didn’t like taking off his hood because he felt exposed and vulnerable without it. As the hood moved back, Dust was heard hissing softly as Cross’ hands ghosted over the sides of his skull. Cross paused and one of his hands lit up purple, illuminating the entire room in a soft violet glow.

“Dust...” He couldn’t stop his dismayed whisper as he saw the marks scored into the side of Dust’s skull, most likely inflicted by his own fingers. They were letting off small particles of dust every time he twitched. Dust wouldn’t meet his gaze. “I’m gonna heal these, okay?” Dust wouldn’t say anything but gave a weak nod. Cross felt his soul drop a little. He began to seal up each mark, his thumb running over them and zipping them up.

Dust had closed his eyes, trembling as Cross healed him. Cross knew better than to ask why Dust would do that to himself. He figured Dust would tell him on his own. He finished healing that side, gently tipping Dust’s head as he moved the glow to his other hand. The other side of Dust’s skull was just as bad, small flakes drifting down from there as well. Cross couldn’t help his weak sigh as he began to heal that side as well.

Dust winced and his hand raised to grip Cross’ other wrist, the soldier’s hand having moved down to cup his cheek. “It’s almost over, don’t worry...” Cross whispered softly. He sealed up the last cut and pressed their foreheads together. The glow of his hands disappeared, plunging them both back into that near darkness.

“My head hurts... he won’t stop... it hurts...” Dust’s whimpers made Cross ache. The crazed skeleton’s eyes were still screwed shut and Cross closed his own as well, trying to listen to the faint whisper of the ghostly Papyrus talking to Dust. He could hear him berating Dust and telling him he’d grown too attached. That he was an idiot for being attached and that it would make him weak.

“Don’t fucking talk to him like that, Papyrus.” Saying that name in such a vehement tone always messed with Cross, but he was sick of hearing the bullshit the ghostly bobble head would constantly spew at the other. Dust seemed startled as he twitched open his eyes. Cross moved his other hand to his cheek. “Don’t listen to him. It pisses me off that he speaks to you like that.”

Before Dust could open his mouth to say anything, Cross continued, his brow furrowed. “You are one of the strongest monsters I’ve ever met. Being attached will NOT make you weaker. If anything, you’re stronger because you have others to rely on. A team.” Cross insisted. Dust didn’t seem to know what to say. “And I can’t just stand by, listening to HIM feed you blatant LIES.”

The whispering had become feverish and dangerous. Dust twitched and furrowed his brow, staring forward. Cross knew that Dust was struggling to listen to both of them at once before he finally hissed, his magic crackling. “SHUT UP, Paps.” He snarled. The whispering went oddly silent and Dust inhaled weakly. He began to apologize, but Cross stopped him with another kiss, Dust melting into it.

Cross pulled back after another moment with a stern look. “Don’t apologize to him.” He said firmly, his cheeks still a little flushed. “He doesn’t deserve it.” Dust twitched before his stained hands moved up and he slipped his arms around Cross’ neck. He pressed their teeth together again, Cross’ own arms resting around Dust’s hips. Cross pressed back against Dust, keeping himself contained to small, soft kisses. Both of their faces were glowing.

They hadn’t moved from in front of the closed doorway. Cross pulled back and his hands moved up to cup Dust’s cheeks, asking quietly if he could move them both to the bed. He jumped as Dust teleported them, both landing on their sides, staring at each other. “I guess that’s a yes.” Cross said, a little startled. Dust gave a dry exhale, something that Cross could almost call a laugh.

Cross sighed. “I was having a nightmare too when your knocking woke me up.” Dust blinked and looked up at him in surprise. “It was about him.” Dust knew exactly who Cross was talking about and he gave a low growl. Cross reached out, rubbing his cheek as he mumbled that it was okay. “He was about to rip my soul from my body and then you woke me up. So... thank you, for that...” Cross gave a weak scoff and a smile.

Dust stared at him before nodding, turning his gaze away as the purple glow of his cheeks spread a little more. “No problem...” He mumbled softly. Cross stared at him. Even when he’d been terrified of Dust, he couldn’t help but be drawn to those magnificent eyes. He reached out and Dust blinked, twitching as he glanced at his hand. He reached out with his own, intertwining their fingers.

He looked back at Cross quizzically, wondering if that was what he had wanted. He blinked and flushed as Cross gave a soft laugh. “That works too, I guess. I was trying to snag you to come closer, but we can do this too.” Dust quickly pulled his hand back, apologizing as he turned his face away. Why did he always mess these things up?? Had it been that long since anyone had shown him genuine care and affection? It must’ve been.

He twitched, his magic crackling as he jumped a little in surprise. Cross had moved closer to him instead, keeping Dust close to him as he wrapped his arms around him. Dust stared ahead for a moment before his mind instinctively checked Cross, staring at his stats. Cross allowed Dust to do so, loosening his grip. Dust stared at the LV and EXP. He had Cross close enough that it would be a painless death. But he didn’t WANT to.

Of course, that had never been a solid reason before, so he had to convince himself some other way. He had to convince Papyrus, who was still oddly silent. “I don’t need it.” Dust whispered quietly in a droning, monotonous voice. Cross blinked and watched as Dust seemed to disperse his stats screen. He stared down at him, feeling pride. Dust seemed to notice and his face flushed purple.

He hated when Cross smiled at him like that, because it would make him feel warm and bubbly in his soul. A feeling that he didn’t think he deserved. He didn’t think he deserved this kind of treatment. His eyes had become unfocused and Cross stared at him before hugging him closer and giving him a soft squeeze. Dust made a soft noise and refocused, looking up at him.

“Why don’t we go to sleep, okay? If it makes you feel better, I’ve never had a nightmare while sleeping next to you.” Dust stared at him before nodding. That did make him feel better because he was the same. Cross seemed to make everything better. He considered speaking to Cross during the day. Even something as simple as a greeting. They practically ignored each other during the day. The thought made him cling to Cross a little tighter.

He became aware of a hand rubbing circles on his back and his spine relaxed, his bones sinking into the mattress as he tried to keep his eyes open. He was comfortable here. Normally, it would take him another few hours to fall asleep on his own. It was because he felt safe here. His body knew it didn’t need to stay awake if it was safe. His eyesockets fluttered again.

“You can sleep, Dust. It’s okay.” Cross’ voice was quiet and soothing. Dust blinked and gave a weak nod, moving himself closer and tucking himself against Cross, tangling their legs together. The soldier seemed momentarily surprised before accepting it. Dust’s eyes finally closed and his breathing was soft as he laid against Cross’ chest.

Cross was watching the other’s chest, able to see his ribcage illuminated through his shirt. Dust’s soul was glowing in time with his breathing. He was in awe at how much LV it must have had to glow like that. It would light up with every inhale, only to dim back down with every exhale. It was a truly beautiful sight. He blinked as he heard an irritated sigh.

Cross looked up to meet Chara’s unamused eyes. He stared back coldly. “What?” He asked, his voice full of challenge. He dared Chara to say anything about this. The child stared at him before muttering that it was nothing. Just that Cross looked like a lovesick puppy dog. Cross rolled his eyes. He didn’t care if Chara insulted him, but he would be livid if they said anything about Dust. He turned to look at Dust and scoffed.

Lovesick puppy dog, huh? He looked back up at Chara and shrugged, speaking in an unbothered, nonchalant voice. “Woof.”

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bxtchforstyles · 3 years

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The greatest headache ever

Harry Styles x Meredith Cooper

(part of the hey doctor series)

When Harry starts getting headaches bad enough to where he has to go to the emergency room, Meredith is there to help. This is the story of how they met.

Warning: mentions of hospitals, slight mentions of needles, just medical things.

Word count: 2.1k

gif not mine.

Whenever Meredith worked overtime at the hospital, those always seemed to be the same days that Harry didn’t have to go to the studio, or the days that Harry had something planned for the two of them.

Meredith was the definition of a workaholic, making it very difficult for her to often go home on time after her shift. Harry tried to get her to take more breaks as the years of dating her went on, but she never let up.

He would say, “baby, I’m only looking out for your health.”

To which she would respond with, “actually, I’m looking out for my patients health.”

She was at the hospital doing rounds, or maybe at the office seeing patients. She was always working.

So, maybe it was unbearable for Harry to never get to see his girlfriend, but when he really thinks about it, her working overtime at the hospital was the reason he met her.

FLASHBACK:

Grueling headaches were an often occurrence for Harry, so it never really occurred that he would end up in the emergency room from utter exhaustion.

“Good evening, Mr…” She looks down to find out what Harry’s name is on his chart, “Styles, correct?”

He nods, furrowing his eyebrows and wincing as another sharp pain echoed through his head.

“Okay, well I’m doctor Cooper. It says here that you’ve been having ongoing headaches for a while, so what made you want to come in?”

“Um…” He trailed off, scratching the back of his head, “I was at the studio, and I had been standing for a while and I sorta fainted.”

“Hm,” Meredith looked down, expecting any other injuries, “so, I’m guessing you cut your wrist on the way down?” There was a white bandage with blood showing through it wrapped tightly around his wrist.

“Yup.” He laughed as she began to unwrap the bandage, “Not to sound rude or anything, but you look a little young to be a doctor.”

“Unless you are suggesting that I am incapable because of my age, which I don’t think you are, then I take you saying I look young as a compliment.”

“Of course I meant it as a compliment.” Harry shakes his head with a small chuckle, making Meredith smile.

“Ouch.” She winced along with Harry once the bandage was all the way off of his wrist before she set it on the medical tray next to her. “Yeah, you’re definitely going to need stitches.”

Harry’s jaw dropped, “Are you being serious?”

“Do you really think I would joke about something like that? C’mon, I’m not that cruel.”

She was being honest, and Harry liked that about her. She wasn’t trying too hard to fit the entire doctor role that most of the arrogant doctors did.

She patted his shoulder as she stood up from the rolling stood she was sitting in, “I’m going to go grab a suture kit, I’ll be right back to fix you up.”

“I see you’re taking a liking to one of your patients over there.” Meredith jumped as she stood in the supply closet, turning to find Maggie, one of her friends (and colleagues) behind her.

“What?” She asked as she reached for the suture kit she had been looking for.

“Ya know,” Maggie snatched the kit for Mer’s grasp, “nurses are perfectly capable of a couple stitches, that’s their job after all.”

She rolled her eyes, grabbing the plastic container with all the tools necessary inside of it back, “I had some free time, he’s a pretty interesting guy, actually.”

“Guy? That’s it?” Meredith sees her friend's jaw drop, “Do you not know who that man is?”

Her eyebrows furrowed in response, “What do you mean? He’s a patient...”

“You’re about to suture the wrist of like the most famous popstar ever, Meredith!”

She whipped her head back around, “What? Who? Wait, what’s his name?’

Another one of the girls who works with the two of them walked up to where they were standing in the hall, appearing to have been eavesdropping. “Does she seriously not know who Harry fucking Styles is?”

The name definitely rang a bell, and Meredith had definitely heard it before, but she just could remember exactly where.

“What is he? A singer?” She looked towards Maggie, making her groan.

“Mer! You literally listen to his music!” Maggie smacked her friend in the back of the head, making her hiss from the sudden contact, “You know that one song that you were obsessed with over the summer, golden?”

Meredith nodded before her jaw dropped, “Oh my gosh! He wrote that song?”

Maggie copied her previous motion, nodding before turning her friend back towards where Harry sat, pushing her forwards. “Go get ‘em tiger!”

When Meredith walked back up to Harry, she stumbled a bit before setting all her supplies on the small, metal table that sat next to his bed. “Sorry that took so long, you are apparently the talk of the town all over the hospital.”

“Ah,” Harry only tucked his lips into his mouth, “really thought I was off the hook when you pretended to not know who I was, ya really had me sold.”

“Um…” the girl trailed off awkwardly, “I didn’t know who you were.”

"Oh, Im sorry, I shouldn't have assumed that you knew who I was.” He spoke, the shock in his voice was still quite apparent though. "I guess after a while of being recognized everywhere I go, I learned to act as if everyone knows who I am, and have the worst intentions. It's the best way for me to assure that my integrity is saved.”

Meredith nods, "I know I'm not famous or anything, but I somehow understand that.”

Harry's wrist was still obviously hurting, she could tell by the way he flinched every time she came close to touching.

"Okay, you may feel a small pinch when I insert the numbing agent, but after that, the stitches should be smooth sailing.” Meredith grabs his wrist, just above his injury, she had the syringe filled with lidocaine in her other hand, "ready?”

Harry nodded before she quickly inserted the syringe, beginning to numb the area. For a moment, it looked as if all of the color had completely drained from his face, his eyes falling closed.

"You doing alright?” Meredith light-heartedly asked, trying to ease the tension as she finished numbing Harry's wrist.

He looked quite dazed, as if he was in a trance, "I think I'm alright.” He sighed, leaning back in the chair, still having that void look in his eye.

Meredith stood up again, "Why don't I go get you a cool washcloth to put on your forehead while we wait for the numbing to fully kick in, you look a bit pale."

Harry smiled, "That would be great, thank you.”

When Meredith returned from the sink outside the procedure room, Harry was still slumped back in the large chair, his forehead glistening with sweat.

"Here ya go.” She smiled, placing the washcloth soaked with cold water on his forehead. He was surprised by the cool temperature at first, but he sighed in relief moments later.

"Okay, so I'm going to get started on the stitches now, if you're all settled.”

"Yeah, I'm okay, go ahead.” He held his injured wrist out to her.

It only took around thirty minutes for Meredith to finish the stitches, and once she was done she was already suggesting other treatments for Harry's headaches in question.

"I honestly think that you are getting these headaches from just pure exhaustion, the symptoms you are describing sound much like the type of migraines I had in med school, and with such a high stress level job, it would make sense why you wouldn't be getting enough sleep, correct?”

Harry bows his head, "It is true that I could probably use a little more sleep.”

Meredith begins to jot something down on the chart, "and some more water, since you also seem to be showing signs of moderate dehydration.”

"Whatever you say, doc.”

It was beginning to get harder and harder for Meredith to keep her level of professionalism, because all she could think to herself was is this super hot, famous, heartthrob flirting with me right now?

It was safe to say that she was beginning to understand why so many girls, including her own colleagues, found this man so enticing.

"Okay!" She quickly broke herself out of her daydream, "I think that's all I can really tell you, sleep more and drink some more water. But, if you start doing those things and you are still getting headaches, please don't hesitate to come back.”

"And as for the stitches?” He questioned, making her furrow her eyebrows.

¨What do you mean?” She countered immediately feeling stupid when he responded.

"I mean, won't I have to come back to get them removed?"

"Oh! Yes, I would say fourteen days." Meredith was mentally face palming at this point as her embarrassment took over.

She wasn’t even a huge fan of his, hell, she didn’t even know who he was a hour ago, so the reason she was stuttering like a blubbering idiot was beyond her.

“Can I just come back here?”

“Yup, I’ll be here.” She says with a bigger smile than she intended as she handed Harry the medical forms for him to fill out.

“Thank you so much.” He said gratefully as she said her goodbyes before walking out of the room and into the hall, where Maggie, and many other nurses stood, seemingly waiting.

An array of questions began to be shouted from many different people, some including:

‘How was he?’

‘Did you get his number?’

‘Is he coming back?’

Meredith was appalled by the amount of shouting going on, when everyone was well aware that the man they were desperate to know about, was only behind the very thin, wooden door.

“Are you guys fucking insane? Patient confidentiality!” She defended, adjusting her white coat before beginning to make her way back towards the nurses station at the end of the hall.

******

Meredith wasn’t expecting to ever see Harry again after he came in to get his stitches removed, which was a long, drawn out process because of Harry’s attempt to stall the doctor.

It wasn’t that she didn’t want to see him again either, she would have been perfectly happy to. He was charming, and didn’t seem too arrogant, which was something she completely adored about him.

But it wasn’t until about three weeks after he had gotten his stitches removed that she felt someone approaching her on the cereal island that she stood in Whole Foods.

“Meredith?” She turned around, being met with a surprised look at Harry. “Sorry, can I call you that?”

She laughed at that, “I mean I wasn’t expecting you to call me doctor when I’m not even your doctor anymore. Can I call you Harry?” She countered his question.

He let out a sigh of relief, remembering how down to earth Meredith really was for being someone with such a high profession. “Well, I’m not your patient anymore, now am I?”

She looked back at the shelves, picking up her choses box of cereal, throwing it into the basket that was hanging around her wrist.

“I guess you do know who I am, don’t you?”

“I do now.” She responded, not really knowing what else to say.

Harry on the other hand, was debating whether or not it would be inappropriate to attempt to make a move on his doctor. Was she even technically his doctor anymore? He didn’t know.

He was always very straight forwards through, which was something he prided himself in. “Would it be weird if I were to ask you out on a date?”

Meredith liked the game that they were continuing to play, the one where he would ask her a question, and she would counter back with almost the exact same one. “Would it be weird if I were to say yes?”

“I guess that answers both of our questions.”

It was safe to say both of them left the grocery store blushing and smiling like idiots.

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strangeinternetwasteland · 3 years

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Silver Touch- Gojo x Fem! Reader

A/N: This was a Soulmate AU I did for a @konoblog-simps server collab. I did collaborate with the beautiful and talented @titanialev for the picture. This was fun to write and I hope you all enjoy.

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Word Count 2.5K

Another year down and it was a failure. Another year that ended terribly. During the Christmas season, you had heard your older family members ask when you would find your soul mate. Most of your family members that were of age had already found theirs. What was wrong with you? It drove you mad that you had a soulmate at all. Obviously, the words written on your palm gave that away. Every time you looked at them you always wondered where and when it would happen. Not knowing when you’d see, or touch them made it a lot more unbearable. Yuji, you idiot. For the umpteenth time, you read it. That perfect writing, it drove you crazy. If you had only a countdown to when you’d meet, a place, or any clue honestly it would be helpful.

Soul mate marks were taken very seriously. The soul marks were always wherever your soulmate would first touch you. The mark also contained the first words your soulmate would speak to you and glowed silver. They appeared after birth, some immediately after, as in your case. Some people were born without them and they appeared after their soulmate was born, as was your father’s case. Most people found their soulmates by the time they were 18. You being in your early 20’s hadn’t yet. This embarrassed your mother greatly, and you’re sure your father would probably disown you if you lived at home for much longer.

Your friends, who most found their mates already, would gently push you to date, so you wouldn’t be awkward when it came time to actually meet your mate. While hoping that maybe one of these people would be your soulmates. They really did mean the best for you, but even you know that wouldn’t help. You did enjoy a few people here and there but knowing your soulmate was out there still you lost interest quickly.

With your terrible New Year’s Eve date you had behind you, most people were looking forward to Valentine’s Day. It was common knowledge that more soulmates were found between the 12th and the 16th of February. You had no hope, you never really did. So when you started noticing more pink, purple, and red decorations and advertisements around town you internally gagged. It made your stomach hurt looking at all the goods sold to soulmates.

Today, though, you have a bit more energy than normal. You dressed for your errands for the day. Deciding on wearing a super thick gray sweater with jeans and a baby blue scarf to bundle against the cold winter, which quite honestly, besides black, was one of your favorite colors it had always been, but you never knew why. It didn’t make sense, but you never questioned it more than that, because when you thought about it more, you knew it was just something about it that you liked. It made you feel happy and peaceful.

After a quick look in the mirror, you grab your purse and walk out the door. All the different shades of purples, pinks, reds, and white assaulted you as you walked by the many stores. Today, you were stopping by the pharmacy to pick up some headache medicine. After walking in and audibly groaning at the terrible displays of cheap displays of love you decided you were going to treat yourself to (your favorite hot beverage) to help combat the cold.

Just across the street was your favorite place to get (beverage of choice). The people were always very kind and friendly, and if you wanted to be honest, you liked that they knew you by name here. You didn’t always order the same thing every time, but since the events of the past few months left you embittered, you were going to go with your most favorite, and comforting drink. The familiar scent of coffee and tea filled your nose as you inhaled deeply feeling calmer than you were outside. Standing in line for a moment, the sweet blonde barista, Lorelie, greeted you.

“Hello Y/N! How are you doing today? What can I get started for you?” She chirped happily, and that familiar greeting, whether it was her or anyone else working always left you feeling like you belonged here.

“I am doing well, Lorelie, I hope you’ve been doing alright. Can I please get a large (name of a favorite hot beverage)?” You smiled back trying to sound as happy as Lorelie did. You couldn’t help but feel like her warmth was infectious.

“Sure thing! I’ll bring it to you when it’s ready.” Lorelie said automatically. A small gesture that you always appreciated. You looked around the little shop while many were covered with Soulmates ads and gifts, here there was very little mentioned. Frankly, you were happy this place was void of any such nonsense. After a few moments, Lorelie came walking up with your order and a treat. Of course, it was a brownie. She always seemed to give you little moments of happiness. You thank her and start leaving the little shop.

As you walk out, a handsome man with white hair holds the door for you, with a smile. It usually wouldn’t bother you but he had a mask over his eyes. How did he know where he was going? You were lost in your thoughts and not paying attention to another man who came running behind you. He seemed to not notice you at all. When he crashed into you, he forced you to fall forward right into the man holding the door. You felt your ankle twist forcing your scarf to fall over your face and obstruct your eyesight. You felt your beverage and brownie escape your grasp. You tried to catch yourself but felt your hand hit something fleshy and you held on for life.

Everything had happened so fast. After you decided that sitting down would be better after hurting your ankle. You pulled your scarf just enough to see. You saw the man holding the door with a frightening glare on his face. You weren’t sure if it was at you or the mess of your beverage all over his shirt.

“Oh no!” You said with dread. Looking at this mess you had made and probably could’ve avoided if you were just paying attention, you knew the shirt this man was wearing was expensive and would take a month’s pay just to replace it. The man’s face changed after you spoke. He started taking off his mask to look at you. You felt your face grow warmer and you just wanted to leave. His bright eyes never leave your face.

“Yuuji. You idiot.” He kept looking down at you. Your breath caught in your throat. You froze for a moment. Your mind and heartbeat raced. You were desperately trying to remember where you’d seen those words before. You looked down at your palm and saw the words glow silver. You then looked back at this man. The look on your face must’ve given everything away. You looked up and saw the words on his hand glowing as well. When he finally looked up at the man named Yuuji he stared at him intently .

“Where are your manners?” Your soulmate scolded Yuuji. You started trying to stand up to get out of this situation. You couldn’t wrap your mind around the fact that this extremely handsome man was your soulmate.

“What? I didn’t see her.” Yuuji stated and he didn’t look the least bit concerned for you.

“Here, let me help you up.” The white-haired man held his hand out to help you up. You nervously took it and pulled yourself up. His hand was warm and was the smile he was giving you.

“My name is Gojo.” You stood as still as you could even though you felt dizzy. You felt yourself wobbling, the pain in your ankle increasing. Gojo noticed and swept you off your feet carrying you bridal style into the shop you were just leaving. He gently places you in a chair. The look of worry spreading over his face. He left you and went to ask Lorelie for some ice.

After a minute, Gojo returned and checked your ankle for any swelling, bruising, or a broken bone. His touch was soft and relaxing, he gingerly touched your ankle and noticed nothing unusual.

“It doesn’t look broken. I think perhaps you just sprained it.” He spoke softly. “I can bring you to the doctor or hospital if you’d like...Sorry I never did catch your name.”

“Oh, I am sorry, I never did say it. It’s Y/N.” You say sheepishly, noticing the color of your scarf and Gojo’s eyes are the same color. The whole world suddenly becomes a little bit brighter as you’ve come to accept that you’ve found your soulmate.

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Looking back on the last year of your life you never would’ve expected it to go so smoothly. After meeting Gojo, and the terrible incident caused by Yuuji. You and Gojo spent the day talking and getting to know one another.

After three months, Gojo decided to ask you to move in, and you gladly accepted. The first few weeks were nerve-wracking, but you both seemed to make it work. The way Gojo always seemed to be silly and playful when you didn’t want to be or weren’t in the mood made you fall harder. He would bring you flowers, or little gifts when he came back from work trips, and he would just do anything for you because he missed you.

After eight months together, he planned a small weekend getaway for the two of you since he had been working a lot. He made sure the entire trip was to your exact liking including drinks, and food. This was when you were sure you loved him, despite being soulmates. The first night there under the starry sky and a small bonfire, he proposed to you. The moment was perfect and you didn’t hesitate to let him know exactly how you felt. When you returned home, you planned your wedding. Gojo had a lot of rules for the wedding, but knowing him he probably only meant one or two of them since he loved to make you flustered.

The day of the wedding the sun shone brightly, the sky was the perfect shade of blue, and cloudless. The wind was light, and the temperature was perfect. The aroma of late spring flowers blooming softly mingled with the fresh air. In a few short hours, you were going to marry your soulmate.

You took a deep breath to gather your thoughts. Your bridesmaids were giggling as they sipped on mimosas, and chatted. You were definitely nervous, and you knew you shouldn’t be. There was a knock at the door signaling the make up artist and hair stylists arrival. Everything was coming together.

The time came for your makeup and hair to be done. You decided on wearing your hair down but softly curled, placed upon your head was a silver vine tiara made with pearls and crystals. Your make up was soft and natural, except for your lipstick, which was a Ruby to match the roses. You stared at yourself for a moment and actually felt like a queen. Your bridesmaid’s were all wearing their makeup understated as well, but all of them had their hair done in a sophisticated bun with a french braid on the side. Each one had a hair pin to match your tiara.

The dress was one that you never imagined would look good on you. It was the first one you tried and just fell in love with. It was an A-line ball gown with a small train. The bodice was a corset with the sleeves that were off the shoulder. It had a lot of lace and the bodice. Though it was a bit heavy, you knew that Gojo would absolutely die in it. The dresses for the bridesmaids were all floor length chiffon dresses that also matched the roses you chose. Seeing yourself in your dress, and the bridesmaids in their dresses you knew that this dream was going to become reality.

A knock on the door jolted you out of your thoughts and frenzied the bridesmaids. As they hush each other, your maid of honor answers the door. She talks quietly to the person on the other side for a brief moment and closes the door.

“Everyone and everything is ready,” She said quietly. You nod to her as you place your veil over your face.” You hold your bouquet of red roses in your hand and inhale deeply. You couldn’t imagine your life at this moment. From meeting your soulmate to being married to him. It all seems to have flown by in the blur of life.

You walked to your holding place. Your bridesmaids all waiting along with the groomsmen and your father. The music began and you felt like you were floating on a cloud. You couldn’t believe the overwhelming urge to cry. The voice inside your head told you that you needn’t cry because the amount of time and makeup used to make you look ‘natural’ was surreal. You took one look at your father, who normally was stoic, and expressionless. Not right now, he had tears streaming down his cheeks, and snot running down to his chin. You smiled at him. Knowing how hard giving away his only daughter would be for you, you patted his arm where yours was linked with his.

The music changed to the song you chose to walk down the aisle to. You took one last deep breath and looked ahead. The door swung open to the outside. You noticed the beautiful archway of flowers draped in the deep red roses you chose for flowers. Something you didn’t plan, and you felt your stomach flutter knowing Gojo was behind it. The walk down the aisle looked like it was going to be forever, but in reality, it was very short.You heard the ooo’s and ah’s of the guests. The quiet whispers of how beautiful you and your dress looked.

You kept your eyes locked on your soulmate. You knew that everyone would be looking at you. As is traditional but you didn’t want to ever forget this moment where you swore you saw tears in your soon to be husband’s eyes. The rest of the ceremony went rather quickly. Gojo’s vows made all the women cry, and your vows to him were sweet. You’d invite everyone to a reception following the ceremony. While the guests were guided to drinks and appetizers before a meal, you, Gojo, and your wedding party were whisked away for photos. As the photographer took pictures, your smiles never faded, the memories would last an eternity, and you couldn’t wait to see what your future held.

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Only Growing | Five Hargreeves

✦ pairing — Five Hargreeves x Plus Size Reader

✦ word count — 2.6k

✦ summary — Five and you get a second chance. Like everything with The Hargreeves, it’s more complicated than it sounds.

✦ warnings — angst, spoilers for season 2 (the story doesn’t follow canon, though), mentions of violence, mentions of food, language, fluff.

✦ a/n — the brief text in italics is a flashback.

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You were used to silence. Diego had never been one for staying home doing nothing. Sometimes he would leave you a note that said not to wait up for him if you were lucky, but you never had the pleasure to get home from work and have your boyfriend there.

Ex-boyfriend now. He had found himself someone else. Years had passed for him when a mere day went by for you.

You had been a fool, thinking things would finally go your way. Ever since Five disappeared, life proved you time after time how unlucky you were.

Nonetheless, you understood. No one had understood Diego better than you had, it was the reason why your relationship had lasted.

Diego hadn’t been a dick about it. He offered to give you time, reminded you to get closer to your best friend, and apologized for something that hadn’t been his fault.

He had said, “Talk to Five.” If only it was that easy. Five hadn’t visited you yet — according to Luther, who had driven Diego to your place so he could pack his things and introduce you to his new girlfriend, Five needed to take care of something first.

It was no secret that you would do anything for Five. Certainly not to Diego who many times had reproached you for missing his brother so intensely to the point of neglecting him.

You loved Diego, how couldn’t you? But you had never been capable of hiding how much you missed Five. Just like you weren’t capable of hiding how much seeing him with someone else hurt.

He had promised he would never leave and days later you had watched him carry his belongings to the doorstep with another woman by his side.

Now you were forced to fall asleep in a silent bedroom at a house too big for one person.

Woken up by incessant knocking on the front door, you grumpily walked down the stairs. Every single one of your acquaintances knew your schedule was hectic so you weren’t expecting any of them.

Swinging the door open, you were greeted by a tall man. His green eyes shined as he buried his hands in his pockets.

You didn’t understand why he was expecting you to speak first, or how a man could have such soft-looking hair.

Shaking the latter thought off, you asked, “Can I help you?”

“It’s me.”

“That... doesn’t answer my question.”

He sighed loudly. “I’m Five, you idiot.”

You crossed your arms. “Oh, yeah? And I’m a Nobel Laureate.”

“Ask me something only Five Hargreeves would know.”

You glanced past his shoulder, making sure there was no one nearby. “What’s the last thing I told you before you left back when we were kids?”

He lowered his head. “That you needed me.”

”You can’t attempt traveling through time! What if something goes wrong?”

Five shook his head. “I’m not stupid. Everything will go smoothly.”

You weren’t stupid either. Many things could go wrong. He could get lost, he could ruin the timeline, he could exhaust himself to the point of death...

“Five, please. I need you here with me,” your voice broke.

You couldn’t decipher the look he gave you. A blue flash of light blurred with your tears.

You dropped your arms and stepped to the side to let him in. “Why didn’t you use your powers?”

“I didn’t want to startle you,” he yelled from the kitchen.

You followed the sound of his voice. Some things never changed, it seemed. He was hovering over the coffee machine, tapping his thumbs against the counter.

“Since when do you care about scaring me?”

“Since my stupid brother taught you self-defense.”

You rolled your eyes, tugging the fridge door open. “You’re a trained assassin.”

“We both know I would never hurt you.”

Well, thank God. You would’ve been dead decades ago if he was willing to hurt you more than he had already.

Changing the subject, you poured yourself a glass of orange juice. “How come you look like that now?”

“Should I be offended?”

“You looked like a teen a few days ago,” you defended yourself.

Five’s semblance softened. “I guess one of the things we did to mess the timeline worked in my favor.”

“You ruined the timeline?”

“A little bit.”

Sensing he didn’t want to talk about it, you dropped bread into the toaster.

He offered you some coffee, but you declined. The last thing you needed was getting more anxious than you were already.

Five tilted his head. With a sigh, he put the cup down and opened his arms. “Come here.”

He didn’t have to tell you twice. His willingness to give affection didn’t come easy, and your eagerness for his attention had always been constant.

Arms around him, you rested your head on his shoulder. Five rubbed your tense back with one hand, pulling you closer with his other arm.

You squeezed him tight, trying your best to keep your tears in.

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Five had always persuaded you to do anything he wanted. Never something that would put you in danger although on some occasions you had gotten hurt by accident, but always things you wouldn’t do if it weren’t for him.

Attending one of his family reunions was one of those things. But he had asked nicely.

He had said it would be something casual, you wouldn’t have to stay for too long. He just needed someone beside him to ground him in case a fight broke out.

Once you were ready, he dropped the book he had been reading onto your coffee table and offered his hand.

You took it without even thinking about it, giving him a squeeze to assure him you were ready to teleport.

Your stomach flipped at first. An underlying tickling appeared in the lower area of your abdomen. His powers had always had that effect on you, and you had missed the sensation deeply.

Not having visited The Academy since Five disappeared, you found yourself in awe of how little it had changed.

“How are you not throwing up right now?”Allison asked, pulling you into a hug.

“She had enough training as a kid,” Five answered for you, carefully dropping your hand.

Klaus giggled. “I forgot you two sneaked everywhere together.”

As you parted from Allison, you shared a look with Five. You had always thought it was a well-kept secret that every time you felt sad or Five had a nightmare he would sneak into your room or sneak you into his.

You hugged Klaus next, then Vanya. Luther was in the kitchen, Diego and Lila in the living room.

Greeting your ex-boyfriend and his new girlfriend as warmly as you were capable of, you took a seat next to Five.

Seeing Diego with Lila didn’t hurt. Not like you imagined it would. His demeanor had changed from what you could tell, he looked calmer, happier. You were glad, the people you loved and their happiness were important for your own wellbeing.

In fact, you were more than glad. The Hargreeves siblings seemed to have gotten closer, their bickering was only that now — Luther was more open, warmer; Vanya participated in conversations, finally smiling around her family.

Five looked comfortable, too. Laughing loudly at Klaus’ antics. His eyes shined as he turned to look at you, laughter still intact. You couldn’t help but join him.

“Five,” Allison called for her brother, “my car broke. Can you take me home?”

He searched for your acknowledgment and held your gaze, twisting his mouth upward. You blinked slowly, assuring him you could handle it. Five gave you a sharp nod, standing up in a quick motion.

Diego refilled your glass. “You’ve got a shot with Five now...”

You let out a shaky breath. “Don’t tell him anything, please.”

“He deserves to know.”

You knew he did. His shock when he found out you were daring Diego had kept you up for days.

Five’s arrival saved you from saying anything else. He fixed his hair as he sat back down next to you, glaring at Diego who had still been staring at you, waiting for a good explanation.

You didn’t have one.

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The TV in the living room was on when you got home from work. Laying on the couch, hands tucked under his cheek, you found Five fast asleep.

He hadn’t told you he would visit. He must’ve dropped by impromptu.

Covering him with the blanket he had tossed to the side, you muted the TV. He would probably need the light when he woke up to go to the bathroom.

He grabbed your hand before you could leave. Wincing, you whispered, “Go back to sleep.”

“How was work?” He sleepily asked.

“We can talk in the morning. Get some rest.”

“Did you have a good day?”

Desperate for Five to get a few more hours of sleep, you nodded.

He didn’t let go of your hand, curling up on the couch. Whispering his name, you shook your wrist so he’d loosen his grip.

He mumbled something, but you didn’t understand what it was. His face was red, eyes glued to the ceiling.

“Mmmh?” you prompted him to say it again.

“I needed you with me too.”

You kneeled on the rug, resting your chin on the arm of the couch. “You could’ve taken me with you.”

Scoffing, Five shifted on the couch to sit up. He let go of your hand, burying his fingers in his hair, tossing the dark locks to one side as he gripped them.

“You don’t know what you’re saying. You weren’t there. You didn’t watch everyone you love lying dead at your feet.”

“I had to lose you,” you reminded him, “and my parents in the span of two years.”

He whistled by mistake as he inhaled.

You didn’t let him speak. “I lived through hell staying with my uncle, you know how much he hated me. And I hated college but it was better than staying with people who blamed me for my mother’s death.”

“And then you chose Diego.”

“What does Diego have to do with anything?!”

“The last thing you said to me was that you needed me, but you still moved on.”

Calling it moving on was an insult. You had been willing to put your life on hold in case he came back, to be alone until he miraculously appeared one day and filled the void.

That was what lead you to Diego. Both of you were aware of the reason why you attracted the other — it hurt at times, not having your partner all for yourself, but you couldn’t complain when you weren’t completely his.

“You think I didn’t wait for you?” You chuckled bitterly. “Five, I swore we would get married and have a perfect life. But everything is easier at thirteen.”

He mocked you, “Oh, and you thought Diego would give you the perfect life you wanted?”

“No!” you yelled. “I just... I woke up, I guess.”

Five turned to his side to look at you. “Fall asleep again.”

“Five...”

“Do it. I’ll make it right this time.”

Your voice betrayed you by breaking. “What if you have to disappear again?”

He squeezed his eyes closed. For once, Five didn’t have an answer to your inquires, not even a sarcastic one.

You sniffed.

“Hey, hey,” he cooed, placing his hands on top of yours. “Don’t cry, please. I hate seeing you like this.

You twisted your hands so your palms would be against his, fingers finding their way between his nimble ones. “I don’t want to go through all of that again.”

“I’ll take you with me if I have to,” he promised, dropping his head on top of yours.

He just wanted to stay there, inhaling the scent of your perfume. Five felt safe with your hands in his, actually safe — he could close his eyes and not worry about horrendous flashbacks,

You were there with him, not dead on the ground next to his siblings. He caressed the back of your hand with his thumb, drawing circles on your soft skin.

“My knees hurt.”

Laughing softly, he moved away from you so you could stand up.

Five followed you with his eyes, twisting his body as you sat down beside him, rubbing your palms against your knees.

You gazed at him with watery eyes, bringing your hand to his face, tracing his jaw. God, you used to annoy him when you were kids, telling him he looked ugly every time he clenched it.

Smiling at the memory, you felt the movement of his muscles as he mirrored your smile.

“You still have dimples,” you told him, removing your hand so you could look at him properly.

He hurried to take your hand again, palm against the back of yours as he gripped it.

“Aren’t you tired?”

“You’re avoiding giving me an answer,” he observed, grip tightening around your hand.

You shook your head effusively. “It’s no secret I would follow you to the end of the world. Literally.”

“But this...” Five breathed out, “this is more than that, (Name).”

“You can’t even say it,” you mused, “and here I am, willing to give you everything I have and more.”

With his free hand, he cupped your cheek. “Don’t be stupid. It’s mutual, and I have no problem with expressing the way I feel.”

“What did you mean by ‘more than that’, then? Do you fear for my safety?”

“No.” He quickly rectified, “I do worry about your safety, but I’m capable of keeping both of us safe. I meant... things beyond being in danger and getting worried. That’s easy for us.”

You nodded against his warm palm, sensing he had more to say.

”I want normal things for us, good things. I don’t know how well I will do. I need you to know that, to be okay with me.”

It was like seeing that thirteen-year-old again, desperate to have the approval of his authority figure.

“I’ve been in love with you since I was ten,” you confessed through a breathy laugh. “You were insufferable, but I didn’t care. I’ve always been okay with you, even when you were an asshole to me.”

“I was trying to get your attention.”

“I know that now.”

His eyes, full of emotion, focused on yours. You didn’t care if he wanted to make sure you weren’t lying, taking offense would’ve been dismissing everything he had gone through.

His eyes fell onto your lips. “Should I...”

“If you want.”

Bumping your nose as he dove in, he caught your lips between his in a clumsy kiss. You held the back of his head with your free hand, pulling him closer.

He let you guide him, getting more confident as he went on. You tilted your head to the other side, sliding your hand off his to place it on his shoulder.

Before pulling away, you gave him short kisses. Feeling him smile against your lips had to be the best thing in the world.

Suddenly, he remembered, “Hey, did you eat anything for dinner?”

“No...” Before he could chastise you or complain, you asked, “Do you want a sandwich?”

“Sure.”

You gave him a final short kiss. “Pick a movie, yeah? Whichever you want.”

“God, I love you.”

Five’s love for you had only grown throughout all those years. Thinking about the time you had spent together as kids kept him going; it had been a bittersweet coping mechanism.

Nothing compared to his love for you growing with you there.

He didn’t know how he had survived without the swelling in his chest upon watching you make a peanut butter and jelly sandwich from across the room while he waited for you to press play on the first movie he found.

He only knew he would never let go of it.

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