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cordonian-literature · 4 years

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The Aftermath - Ch. 1

The Met

Summary: Riley and her husband take a visit to a museum while their kids have lessons

Word Count: ~2.0k

Warning: Mention of character death

*All characters belong to Pixelberry, except those that are unique to my story (I’ve also used some characters and fictional instances from Donna Tartt’s “The Goldfinch”*

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After giving Eleanor, Gabriel, and Theodore breakfast, Riley made her way to the kitchen of their New York penthouse and began making turkey sandwiches and chocolate chip cookies, for what she hoped could be for a picnic in Central Park in the late afternoon after the kids’ practices.

The sound of the mixer didn’t allow Riley to hear her husband walk into the kitchen. She feels his stiff arms around her waist and chuckles.

Kissing the back of her head, Theodore asks, “Making a treat for me?”

Riley laughs, removing herself from his grasp to preheat the oven on the other side of the kitchen. “For the kids.”

Theodore looks into the bowl. “Isn’t it a little early to be making dessert?”

“Actually,” Riley goes back and stops the mixer. “I thought we could go on a little picnic?” She looks at her husband thoughtfully. Bringing her attention back towards the cookies, she continues, “After Gabe’s soccer practice and Ella’s dance class, of course.”

“Of course,” he repeats. He watches her put the cookie dough in the fridge. “We should ask the kids.”

Riley turns, holding a piece of bread in her hands. “Do you think they might not want to go?”

“Nah, I’m sure they do.” He walks up to her and collects her in his arms. “But I had other plans for us today.”

A shy smile spreads across Riley’s face. “Which is?”

“A visit to the Met. They’ve a new exhibit.”

“With the kids?” she removes herself from his embrace with her free hand and goes back to making sandwiches.

“We can ask them to come with.”

“And if they don’t want to?”

Theodore laughs. Letting go of Riley, he goes into the fridge to grab an apple. “Gabe’s old enough to watch over Ella for a couple hours. We’ll bring them back dinner.”

Gabriel had just turned ten, and Eleanor was still many weeks away from turning eight. Even though her husband argued that they were old enough to be somewhat self sufficient, Riley still felt nervous leaving them alone.

Noticing the concern on her face, he suggests, “We could also just go during their practice times if that’ll make you feel better, babe.”

“Thanks, Theo,” she smiles, eyeing the apple. “I just... get worried sometimes. Especially for Gabe.”

Theo gives an understanding nod and takes a bite into his apple, but not before Riley notices the irritation on his face. After ten years, she no longer let it bother her, unless Theo’s annoyance of her and Liam’s son got excessive. She understood that it was difficult for Theo to raise a child that wasn’t his, especially when his wife made it very clear that she was still in love with the father of that child.

Even though Theo agreed to parent Gabriel with Riley, he was glad that they had their own daughter, Eleanor, so he could at least be a father to her in the ways that he wasn’t with Gabe.

“You know I didn’t mean it like that, right?” Riley turns to fully face him, wanting to keep her husband in a good mood, she tries to explain herself. “It’s just that I don’t want them to do anything foolish or—.”

“Riley. Babe,” Theodore looks at his wife, in her old, dark tank top and a worn pair of jeans. “I know. I worry about them, too. I wanna keep them safe, too.”

Riley smiles and gives her husband a kiss on the cheek. “Thank you,” she whispers. Turning back to the counter, she finishes making the sandwiches as Theo stands behind her, eating his apple. “I’ll leave these for lunch then, if we’re not going on the picnic. We can get Chinese for dinner, and maybe the cookies could be a snack for later today?” She looks at Theo, and he nods in silent agreement.

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Ella and I raced down towards the elevator, Mom and Dad trailing far behind us. We hold the “close doors�� button and leave them on our floor as the elevator falls towards the lobby.

We tumble out, giggling, but Ella freezes and cries, “I forgot my water!” She starts throwing things out of her bag and onto the lobby floor. When Mom and Dad finally come out of the elevator, Mom starts laughing.

“Forgot this?” she holds out Ella’s bottle to her and helps her put everything back in her bag.

The four of us walk together towards the waiting limo. Once we’re inside, Mom and Dad turn to us.

“While you guys are at practice,” Dad begins, “Your mother and I will be seeing a new exhibit at the Met.”

“Ou, take pictures for me, please!” Ella requests.

“We’ll pick you up on time, promise,” Mom reassures, caressing my cheek. “You both have your phones on you, yes?”

Ella and I pat our pockets, signaling where we put our devices.

We reach the indoor soccer courts first. Mom gives me a quick kiss on my forehead and Dad gives me a pat on the back as I fumble out the door with my large bag. I wish Ella good luck during dance practice and head inside.

I played until I could barely breath. I skipped some of the water breaks, my body wanting to keep moving, so when everyone was hydrating themselves, I continued to dribble and chase after the ball. During the third water break, coach yells at me to “Sit the hell down!” so I relent and down my water in one breath. My parents are planning a trip to Italy next week, and I wanted to make sure that I wasn’t going to lose that much practice time; I was motivated to work ahead.

After practice, I wait in the lobby with some of my friends. We talk, but we’re not fully engrossed in the conversation: everyone either has their eyes glued to the doors or to their phones, waiting for their parents to give the signal that it was time to go home.

I turn on the ringer of my phone and sit back on the bench, waiting for my parents. Dad was usually the punctual one, but since they’d gone to visit a new exhibit, I guessed he wanted to spend a little more time there; Mom and Dad weren’t always free to be able to do things together.

I take a nap while I wait, but when I wake up, I realize that I’ve been waiting for almost half an hour. Ella’s session would end in a couple minutes, so I shoot her a text hoping that she would see it as soon as she got out.

Hey.

hi. r u guys on ur way?

No. Mom and Dad haven’t picked me up yet.

rlly? whats taking them so long?????

I’m going to check their location

She leaves me on read.

It says “loading” but then says unavailable. The Met has wifi right?

weird

Can you check, please?

yessir

After a few moments, she texts me back.

it says the same for me :(( im worried

Don’t worry, I’m sure there’s a reason

I sit in the lobby, trying to calm down Eleanor through text and wave goodbye to all my friends as their parents pick them up. After another half hour, the next set of lessons start for the older kids. The receptionist steals glances at me before finally saying, “Hey Gabriel, is your mom coming to pick you up today?”

“Um,” I look down at the phone in my hand, contemplating whether I should call one of my parents. “I’m not sure.”

“What about your dad?” she asks.

“No, they should be in the same place. They usually pick me up by now.”

“We have your grandmother as an emergency number. Want me to call her up and make sure everything’s alright?” she suggests. I want to say no, that there’s no reason to worry, but the sense of dread in my chest threatens to yield tears.

“Sure,” I allow.

My mother’s mother lives in Northern New Jersey and visits often, since it’s not too long of a train ride — she’d drive, but parking was difficult, and our reserved underground parking spots in the building was already filled with Dad’s cars. The receptionist introduces herself, then waves me over to talk on the phone.

“Hell-o!” Grandma greets. “How was practice? Everything okay?”

“Good. Yeah everything’s fine,” I say. “Practice ended almost an hour ago, but I’m still here. And Ella says that Mom and Dad haven’t picked her up, either.”

“Uh oh,” she says, and I can hear her face fall. “Do you want me to come pick you up? You both can stay with me tonight. Then we will call Mama and tell her you guys are alright. How does that sound?”

I give a sigh of relief. “Yes, please. I’ll tell Ella.”

“Okay, baby. I’ll get there as soon as I can.”

I fill in my sister, but she doesn’t reply to my texts.

Twenty minutes later, I throw my bag into the trunk of Grandma’s Buick and slide into the back seat next to Ella. She stares at her lap, and I know she’s feeling the same amount of worry and confusion that I am.

When we reach Grandma’s small town, she asks us if we want dinner. When both of us say we’re not hungry, she still grabs us McDonald’s.

Mom and Dad don’t answer our calls. We even call Dad’s assistant, but she also says that she hasn’t heard from him.

We eat dinner quietly, with Grandma giving us encouraging kisses and pep talks while we talk about our practices. Afterwards, we go into the living room to quietly watch some Netflix while Grandma makes some apple pie. The smell of it baking in the oven makes me nostalgic for something unknown, and it reminds me of the cookies that Mom was making earlier today. I hear Ella sniffle, and turn to see her silently crying.

After desert, Grandma gives us some of Mom’s old baggy clothes to sleep in. Ella gets to sleep in Mom’s old room while I sleep in the guest room. My eyes burn from the amount of tears I held back today, and its almost painful to close them.

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I wake to the smell of pancakes and a familiar rumble in the pit of my stomach. I brush my teeth, but don’t bother to fix my hair. Ella eats quietly on the island in the kitchen. I slide onto the seat next to her and watch Grandma start making another pancake.

“Good morning!” she says to me. “Could one of you please turn on the news in the living room?”

I allow Ella to keep eating and walk towards the little doorway that separates the living room from the kitchen. Turning on the news, I increase the volume. The image of police cars, ambulances, and firetrucks from a helicopter view flash on the screen while a female reporter narrates the incident.

“On the evening of May seventeenth, the Metropolitan Museum of Art was bombed by an unidentified group. Investigations are underway and the city has been closed off, including trains and bus routes into and out of the city, along with roads and bridges.

“Many dead bodies have been found, and many others are severely injured. CEO of Blaise Enterprises, Mister Theodore Blaise, has been found dead. The whereabouts of his wife, Riley Brooks, are unknown. Senator Nicolae Adebayo sustained serious injuries, as did many other persons.”

Ella’s screams drown out the sound of my heart thundering in my ears. Grandma rushes towards her and collects her off of the floor and into her arms. I stare at them, the reporters’ voices and the smell of the pancake burning melt into the background as I take a shaky breath and allow my tears to fall.

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reyesstrand · 4 years

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Tarlos 41 and 55 please... Love :3

so sorry this took me so long, i was really focused on lone star week for the last little while. thank you for the prompt!

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The solar storm ends up making things a living hell, for a little while.

After the beauty of the lights strewn across the sky, an underlying sense of panic seemed to erupt all over Austin; everyone seemed to be wondering if another electrical event like that could happen again, and it takes several weeks for a sense of normalcy to enter their lives again. In that time, though, there’s an influx of calls at all hours, and TK feels bone-tired most days, dragging his feet when he’s finally off-shift and can go home to crash.

He loves being a firefighter. Bursting his stitches so soon after getting them means he’s stuck at home longer than he would have wanted, so he’s antsy to get back into his uniform. But even he can admit that he’s been feeling drained, and he knows the rest of the team can feel it, too. He sometimes feels like that solar storm sort of helped jumpstart a new part of his life; there are still bad days, and he knows that there’s no chance of being magically cured of that. But he feels a sense of certainty, now, that he hasn’t really felt before; he’s got a proper family in the crew, and he goes with his dad to chemo appointments, which are wedged in between their shifts and his own therapy sessions. He feels good, but there’s only one issue: his relationship with Carlos.

Not that there’s an actual issue with them — they’ve effectively started things over, secure in one another but taking things day by day. If there’s anything he’s the most certain about, it’s the promising road ahead that he sees with Carlos; he leaves TK feeling wanted and deserving of the love he showers him with, something he’s not really used to. They’re good. But the problem is that they’re both so busy with work that they’ve had to basically start their relationship over — can they even call it starting over, if they were never really officially together? — through text and phone calls and, if they’re lucky, when the 126 responds to the same calls as Carlos and his partner. It seems that the universe has thrown them the curveball of never actually having fully synched up schedules; TK has sort of begun to think that it’s a sign that they’ll never work out.

They’d tried to plan out a good and honest and proper first date, but Carlos was suddenly slammed with a case and TK was healing and then he was back on the job, and it seems like with every passing day, their chance at actually sitting down together like normal people was becoming slimmer and slimmer.

It’s a worry that TK voices to Carlos, when he strays away from the team who are bickering over something that has to do with lunch in the kitchen. He’s slumped down in one of the nice recliners his dad furnished the rec-room with, absently scratching behind Buttercup’s ears as he talks into his phone.

“I mean, I think the universe is telling us something,” TK half-jokes, and he hears Carlos sigh on the other line.

“Well, maybe our luck just changed,” Carlos says, and TK perks up a little at that.

When Carlos doesn’t immediately continue, dragging out his pause for dramatic effect, TK huffs and groans out his name, before adding: “You can’t leave me hanging like that.”

Carlos chuckles, before he continues.

“Thanks to Martinez, I’m now off for the rest of the night,” Carlos replies, and TK can’t help the grin that stretches out across his face, even though Carlos can’t see it. “I’ll have to stay late for her on the night of her cousin’s wedding, but it’s a good trade-off because now we can have our date.”

“Are you asking me out, Reyes?” TK teases, even though they’ve been trying to find time for this dinner for almost three weeks.

“Wasn’t it obvious?” Carlos throws back at him, and TK bites down on the inside of his cheek.

"Well, I’d love to,” TK says, smiling a little as Buttercup’s head lolls toward him, tongue hanging out as he looks for more affection. “I’ll come to your place after my shift.”

“I can’t wait,” Carlos’ voice sounds so bright and excited, that TK can’t tamper down the stupid acceleration of his heartbeat.

He’s always so scared of running into things too fast, but he tries to tell himself that this is different. He knows it’s different, judging by the past eight months that they’ve danced around being something more. So TK lets himself feel excited.

He lets himself admit, “me neither,” to a man he’s seriously falling for.

TK doesn’t try to hide his smile as he pockets his phone and pats his leg, whistling lowly for Buttercup to follow him as he goes off to see if his team’s actually figured out lunch yet. Glancing at his watch, 1:09 blinks back at him. He a little less than four hours left. He knows he’ll be counting down every second.

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TK ends up running late.

He’s cursing under his breath as they come back from a call almost half an hour after their shift ends; obviously, he’s thankful that it was nothing serious, but waiting for the all clear to be officially called so they can head out is almost painful. Marjan makes a face at him because she knows that he’s got a hot date waiting for him, and TK lovingly rolls his eyes at her.

They get back to the firehouse and are sent off to the showers, the next crew having already started their shift, and TK doesn’t think he could move faster if he tried. He wants to make a good impression on Carlos, even if he’s seen the worst side of him — especially since he’s seen the worst side of him. And as he scrubs the scent of smoke and sweat from his skin, he figures that no matter what he does, he’ll be at least forty minutes late for their date, and he just feels defeated.

TK shoots off a text to Carlos, apologizing and promising he’s on his way, not having time to check the reply that comes through moments later as he pulls on his jeans and a shirt he leaves unbuttoned near the collar, hopping around on one foot as he pulls on his shoes and tries to brush his teeth at the same time.

“Christ, kid, you’ve gotta calm down,” Judd tells him, clamping a hand down on TK’s good shoulder. “You know, the guy’s heads-over-heels for you, he’s not going to blame you for being a little late.”

“I just — I don’t wanna disappoint him,” TK says, throwing his things back into the compartment marked with his name on the shelving unit.

“You won’t,” Judd levels with him, before he heads back toward the lockers. TK sighs, and runs a hand through slightly damp hair, and grabs his bag before shouting out a goodbye to those that are still lingering around, waving at his dad before he heads out to the Uber he’s ordered.

He’s tapping his foot the whole ride over, he can’t help it. When Carlos’ place comes into view, his stomach clenches, and he thanks the driver and grips the bouquet of tulips he’d stopped to buy. It added five minutes to his journey, but he figures it’s worth it. As he steps up to the door, he knocks, and paces around until Carlos comes into view and he immediately feels calm wash over him.

“Hey,” Carlos says, looking warm and welcoming and handsome, in a maroon shirt that brings out the gold in his eyes. TK’s immediately at ease in his presence, as he steps closer.

“Hey,” TK steps into the house when Carlos makes a sweeping gesture, and he clears his throat when Carlos closes the door behind him. “These are for you.”

“Oh,” Carlos looks pleasantly surprised by the flowers; he accepts the bouquet and smiles down at the pale pink blossoms. “They’re beautiful, thank you.”

“Of course,” TK says, rubbing at the back of his neck as he steps further into the house. He spares a glance at the dining table and he sees a setup similar to the one he’d walked out on, so long ago.

There’s a few moments where they sort of hover around one another, not sure what to say, until TK bites his bottom lip before huffing out a laugh.

“This is awkward, isn’t it,” TK mutters, as he sits in the chair Carlos pulls out for him. He’s over in the kitchen, filling a vase with water, and looks over at him when he starts talking.

“No, I mean, we haven’t really seen each other in a while,” Carlos shrugs a shoulder, coming over with the vase of tulips and sitting down across from TK. “I’m probably as nervous as you are, though, which I’m hoping is a good sign.”

“It’s weird,” TK says, tapping his fingers against the table. “We know we work, and I feel like I’m hanging out with you for the first time and it’s—it’s throwing me off.”

“I hear first dates are usually a little awkward,” Carlos studies his face carefully, before his easy smile falters a little and he leans closer, adding: “Ty, are you okay? Really.”

“I’m just—I’m so sorry for being late,” TK says, feeling the words well up in his throat and having to be set free. “I don’t want to fuck this up because I—I really like you, Carlos. And even though I know I like you and want to do this right, I’m so fucking afraid of ruining everything again.”

“Hey, firstly, you don’t have to apologize. I know that shit happens. And secondly: please don’t be afraid. You don’t have to be with me, Ty,” Carlos whispers, reaching across the table and taking TK’s hands in his. TK stares down at their threaded fingers, which seem to fit perfectly, like everything else, before he slowly drags his eyes back up to meet Carlos’. “I know we’re still trying to get to know each other and do things properly but I really like you, too, TK. And I want you to know that I’m not going anywhere. Unless you don’t want me around.”

“I don’t think that’ll ever happen,” TK admits, the corner of his mouth pulling upward in a smile. He runs his thumb along the back of Carlos’ hand. “I want you to know that I’m not going anywhere either, Carlos. I don’t want to run this time.”

“Good,” Carlos smiles a little, “I want to keep you around.”

“I’d like that.” TK says, feeling the tension drop from his shoulders.

He takes one last deep breath, and when Carlos looks at him with so much open love and acceptance in his eyes, TK starts to truly feel himself relax.

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sad-boy-mono · 4 years

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High school casualties

Chapter 1/?

Word count-1,779

Masterpost with Ao3 link

Damien sat at his desk, the typing on his keyboard slowly coming to a stop as he finally finished the essay he had been working on for the past few hours. He looked at the bright screen of his laptop and quickly skimmed the concluding paragraph. Satisfied with his work, he closed his device and sunk into his chair as he let out an exasperated sigh. His bed looked more inviting than ever.

Damien, enjoying this new found sense of relaxation, threw off his glasses and rubbed his strained eyes so intensely that colorful dots and random patterns began to flood his eyelids. His head ache pounding harder than it had been over the past few weeks, but hey, at least he finally finished that essay.

Once his eyes felt somewhat hydrated again, he pulled himself out of the old office chair he had been sitting in. He stretched his stiff body, joints popping loudly.

Pretty sure that wasn’t there when I started, Damien thought to himself as he saw the sun peak up from behind his curtains of his window, What time is it anyways?

Damien scanned the area for his phone, spotting it buried under a small stack of papers and sticky notes, as well as some gum wrappers. He grabbed it and turned it on, hissing at the sudden brightness. Letting his eyes re-adjust to the light, he checked the time. It was almost 5:30.

Well I’m only gonna get 2 hours of sleep if I go to bed now, Damien thought to himself as he made his way to his bed, but ya know, it’s gonna be fine. Maybe I can convince my brain it’s only 3! Ya hear that ya dumb stupid brain, it’s only 3 in the morning! Not 5:30! You’re gonna be fine! Everything is fiiiiiiiiiine.

As the delusional teen concluded his thought, he collapsed into bed, falling asleep within moments of his face hitting the pillow. School was going to be rough that day.

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Yo sorry but Damien REALLY can’t come to the phone right now, so try texting like a normal person

Shayne let out an audible sigh. He had already texted his friend that he was waiting for him outside, like he did everyday. At this point, Shayne was ready to barge into Damien’s house and see if he was dead or not.

Ok if he doesn’t answer this time, I’m gonna murder him. Shayne thought, as he began to call again.

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Damien’s eyes slowly opened to the sound of a barely familiar ringtone. No one ever called him, let alone at this hour. But without even thinking to check the caller ID, he answered. It was probably important if it was at this hour. Or one committed spam caller.

“Hello?” Damien answered groggily, sleep heavy in his voice.

“Dude where are you? I’ve been waiting for you for the past 15 minutes!” Shayne said, pacing up and down the old wooden porch that lead up to Damien’s house.

Shit, Damien sprung out of his bed so fast his head hurt (Even more then it already did) and he became slightly dizzy. He already started looking around for his clothes, “Uh-yeah sorry! I’ll be out there soon!”

“Ok hurry up, or we’ll be late!” Shayne said hanging up the phone and forcefully putting it back in his pocket with a huff, continuing his pacing.

Damien took a look at his phone and winced. Not only from 8 missed messages and 1 missed call from Shayne. Or the fact it was 8:16 and he had to be at school at 8:40 and didn’t have a car. But his headache was worse than ever. Maybe it was the lack of sleep that made it worse, or the sudden blinding light of his phone; either way, he was not having a good time.

Damien fumbled around his room, putting on whatever clean clothes he had, not really caring if it would look good in the end. He stuck a piece of gum in his mouth to substitute brushing his teeth and began the search for his backpack.

About 5 minutes later Damien was fumbling out the door, adjusting the beanie that seemed haphazardly put on at the last minute, still putting stuff in his bag and his shoes half on.

“Let’s go.” Shayne said, not even bothering to let Damien fully out the door before he started walking off.

“Dude wait up!” Damien said forcing on his untied shoe. “Look, I’m sorry I kept you waiting. I slept through my alarms.”

“Yeah it’s fine, but- Holy- Dude you look like shit!” Shayne said, actually getting a look at Damien.

“Thanks, I feel like shit.”

“What happened?” Shayne asked. It looks like you got hit by a fucking truck

“Well Shayne, that’s exactly what happened!” Damien joked punctuated his statement with finger guns and a yawn.

“What?” Shayne asked.

“No, I’m just kidding. I was up all night working on homework.”

“Oh, um, alright then, why didn’t you work on it earlier? Dude are you ok?”

“Shayne, buddy, don’t worry about it, everything is fine, totally fine,” Damien said, in an ominously cheerful tone. “Let’s just get to school and meet up with Court.”

“Ok…”

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“Finally! There are my BOYS!” Courtney exclaimed as Damien and Shayne approached the main entrance of the school where Courtney was waiting for them. “What took you 2 so long?” She asked and wrapped her arms around both of their shoulders.

“Well someone,” Shayne rolled his eyes towards Damien and punched his shoulder slightly, “worked on his homework all night and slept through his alarms!”

“Yeah Shayne, why would you do that!” Damien said, crossing his arms

“Wha- ME!” Shayne spat, taking a small step back. And Courtney, with her arm still around him, stumbled back as well.

“Yeah you!”

“You son of a bi-”

“Ok enough,” Courtney cut them off after regaining her balance, “save the arguments for later, we’re gonna be late! And Damien,” Courtney dropped her arms from the boy’s shoulders and dug into her bag. Then after a moment or two, handed Damien a travel mug, “drink this, it’s coffee. Not exactly the way you drink it but hopefully that’ll wake you up a bit”

“Mmmmmmm, bean juice.” Damien mumbled and took a drink.

“You can have the rest, you look like you need it much more than I do.” Courtney said. Damien gasped in mock offense.

“What doth thy meaneth? Art thou saying I looketh like shit?” Damien said dramatically, lazy hand jesters included.

“Yes that’s exactly what I’m saying.” She deadpanned and began walking into the school, Shayne and Damien following.

“So what where you working on last night then?” Shayne asked.

“Yeah what was so important that you worked on it for so long it sucked the soul of you?” Courtney asked, once again wrapping her arms around her boys as they walked.

“That essay for Mr. Hecox’s class I was telling y’all about a few weeks ago.” Damien confessed.

God he really put it off for that long? Damn is he okay?

“Yeah Shayne I’m fine. I’ve just had this awful headache for the past few weeks and I wanted to work on it when it went away, but it didn’t.” Damien looked and saw confusion clear on both of his friend’s faces. “What?”

Shayne glanced at Damien, then Courtney, trying to figure out how Damien heard him.

“Um, yeah no it’s nothing. Just… never mind.” Shayne gave a confused glanced at Courtney, who gave one right back.

“What, what’re y’all looking at?”

“Oh uh, it’s nothing, just drink your coffee. This is our class anyways so we gotta shut up now.” Courtney pointed at the door, patting Damien’s arm and dropping her own arms from the boy’s shoulders.

“Oh- alright then.” Damien mumbled to himself and walked in with his friends.

They made it in the class by 8:45. So yeah, they were late. But by the looks of the empty desk right by the door, so was their teacher.

“Oh looks like we don’t have to shut up now.” Shayne said.

“Damn all that stress for nothing!” Damien sighed.

“Well, let’s just relax and chat then! Like Shayne said, we don’t gotta shut up just yet.” Courtney said, walking to her desk, the boys once again following her.

The three slid into their desks, Shayne sitting to Damien’s right and Courtney in front of Damien. They began chatting with each-other and a few people around them. Well, two of them were chatting. Damien was silent, resting his head on his desk. He may as well exploit this time to get a little more sleep, or just zone the fuck out. Either way he was resting up to the best of his ability. Trying to make the pounding in his head go away.

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“-ien? Hello~ Earth to Damien~” Shayne said, gently rocking his sleeping friend.

“Wha-,”Damien hummed, glancing around at the classroom, hearing it quiet down.

“Sorry to interrupt your nap, but Mrs. Whittle’s here.” Shayne said with a sympathetic smile, then turned around to face the front.

Damien began to sit up reluctantly. He dug through his bag and got out the materials that his teacher listed on the board. Looks like they didn’t need much. Which Damien won’t complain about, the less work he has to do today the better.

“Alright class, why don’t you guys take a seat! I’ve got all my bearings so we can finally start!” Mrs. Whittle unlocked her computer. “Ok attendance, you guys know the drill!”

As she went down the list, Damien noticed quite a few people missing. People he was sure he noticed in the room when he first entered. Damien checked his phone again. It was now 8:57. So their teacher was almost 20 minutes late. It looks like people decided not to wait and just left.

“Alright, got that done!” Mrs. Whittle stood up from her desk and made her way to the board. “Again class, so sorry I was late today. We had an issue with one of the cats this morning and it was not pretty, ended up having to take the lil guy to the Vet but he’ll be ok! But anyways I hope you enjoyed this extra time to chat with your classmates. It works out in the end since today I planned something simple for us to work on today!”

As the class carried on, Damien barley paid attention. It’d be fine though, he would just ask Shayne or Courtney what went on and what he needed to know. It would be fine, this was a simple lesson anyways.

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#smosh #super power au #damien haas #shayne topp #Courtney Miller #ian hecox #sarah whittle #smosh games #Smosh Pit #smosh fic #superheros #Highschool Casualties #My Smosh Fic

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petersasteria · 4 years

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Can’t Go Back (2) - H. Osterfield

DISCLAIMER: *This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, locales, and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.*

Summary: Harrison is getting married to a different girl and Tom isn’t happy about it.

Pairing: Haz x Reader

Requested? Nah my dudes

Italicized words are flashbacks

Masterlist / 1 / 2

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Tom finds himself walking around the halls of the busy hospital in hopes to find the only person he wants to see, Y/N. He doesn’t care about the weird glances people have been giving him. All he wants to do is find her.

“She could be in one of the rooms, you fucking div.” Tom tells himself, shaking his head in frustration. He turns to a corner and bumps into someone causing them to drop their clipboard.

Tom immediately picks it up and says, “I’m so sor-” He looks up and he couldn’t believe his eyes. Y/N is standing right in front of him.

‘Wow’, he thinks.

Y/N is standing in front of him looking beautiful as ever. He hasn’t seen her for such a long time. After she and Harrison broke up, she cut all contact with them. It hurt everyone, but it hurt Tom the most, because they’ve known each other before all of Tom’s fame skyrocketed.

“Hey, stranger.” Y/N says softly with a small smile on her face. “Didn’t think I’d see you here.”

‘Hey, stranger’ is and always will be Tom and Y/N’s thing. It all started when they were 12 years old.

Y/N and her family just moved in the neighborhood. Y/N’s the youngest in the family. Two of her older siblings are at university, her father owns a law firm, and her mother is a businesswoman. It’s safe to say that Y/N comes from a very wealthy family.

One day when Y/N was playing on their backyard when a ball comes flying over the fence. The ball knocks over a plant, interrupting little Y/N’s painting session.

“Dammit!” a boy’s voice says. Y/N turns to where the voice came from and sees a boy about her age looking over at her backyard.

“Hey, stranger!” the boy shouts. “Would you mind getting that ball for me, please?”

“You knocked over my plant!” Y/N frowns. “Clean it up and I’ll give you back your ball.”

“What if I don’t want to?” the boy smirks.

“Then you won’t get your ball back.” Y/N crosses her arms with a sly smile on her face. The boy sighs and finally agrees. He climbs over the fence, leaving Y/N shocked. She’s never met anyone who could climb over a fence like that.

The boy walks over to where the plant is and picks up the broken pieces of the pot that used to hold the plant. The plant that used to be in the pot is now scattered on the grass.

“Well don’t just stand there, stranger. Get something that could hold your plant, because the pot is broken.” the boy says, playfully rolling his eyes.

“Oh, right!” Y/N says before running inside her house to find something to put the plant in. She comes back after a few seconds with a small paper bag in her hand. She hands it to the boy, whose name she didn’t know yet. To be fair, he didn’t know her either.

“Really? A paper bag?” the boy scoffs.

“Yeah. It used to hold one donut from Krispy Kreme.” she says honestly. The boy shakes his head and puts the plant inside it.

“There, I fixed the mess. Now,” the boy stands up and looks at her, “may I PLEASE have my ball back?”

“Yes, you may.” Y/N went to where the ball was, picked it up, walked back to the boy, and handed it to him.

The boy thanked her before throwing the ball back over the fence and climbing over it.

Y/N didn’t see the boy again until she went to school. Turns out, they have the same classes and soon became best friends. They finally learned each other’s names and they’ve been best friends ever since.

“I missed you, stranger.” Tom smiles, pulling his best friend into a hug. Y/N returned the hug and they stayed like that for a minute. They pulled away at the same time and Tom asks, “Are you free right now?”

Y/N smiles and nods, “You’re just on time, actually. I’m on break.”

“So, how’s everyone?” Y/N asks, taking a bite of her food.

“Harry’s doing well in photography and he’s always with me, dad has a new book, mum is out of town with Paddy, Sam is still the same, and Tessa is well.” Tom answers.

Y/N nods and asks, “How about Haz? How is he?”

“He’s, uh, he’s getting married.” Tom bites his lip.

“Oh. Really? That’s good! Good for him.” Y/N smiles. “Why do you look so against it, though?”

“I don’t like her for him, okay?? It’s why I came to see you. Maybe you could stop the wedding, so you and Haz can get back together! It’ll be the perfect plan! He’s going to realize that he doesn’t want to spend the rest of his life with Betty as soon as he sees you! Then, he’ll call off the wedding and...” Tom rambles excitedly.

“Tom,” Y/N interrupts, but Tom just rambles.

“You guys will be together again! That’ll be exciting!”

“Tom.”

“Then everyone can hang out again without feeling awkward and stuff and-”

“TOM, I’M ENGAGED TOO.” Y/N says loud enough for Tom to hear and loud enough for him to stop rambling.

“W-What? Are you messing with me right now?” Tom quietly says.

“I wish I were, but I’m not. See?” Y/N shows him her engagement ring that must’ve cost a lot.

“Oh. I didn’t know you had someone new.” Tom says, feeling very embarrassed, but he hid that embarrassment, of course.

He hid it very well.

“Lucky for you, you won’t stop the wedding.”

“What? You literally just said that you want me to be there to stop the wedding and-”

“I was kidding, Y/N.” Tom chuckles, pretending to play it off as a joke he made up.

“Oh,” Y/N laughs, “for a second there I thought it was real.”

‘Oh, but it was.’ Tom thinks.

“Then, why are you here for?” Y/N asks.

“I’m actually here to ask you to be my plus one at Haz’s wedding. I don’t want to be a third wheel y’know and I want my plus one to be someone I’m close with.” Tom says as he makes up a cover story on the spot.

“E-mail me the details and I’ll get back to you on that. But I do want to be your plus one. I think it’ll be fun!” Y/N smiles, checking her watch. “Looks like I need to go.”

Y/N pulls out a few pounds from her wallet and puts it on the table. “Since you came all the way here just to ask me to be your plus one, the least I could do is pay for our lunch.”

Before Tom could protest, Y/N asks for the bill and pays for the food as soon as she got it.

“Keep the change.” Y/N tells the waiter. She looks at Tom and says, “I have to go. Tell the guys I said ‘hi’, okay? I can’t wait to see them!” Y/N gets up to leave, “I changed my number. Here’s my calling card.”

She gives him her calling card, “Text me.” Without another word, she leaves the restaurant.

“I’m so fucked.” Tom says to himself, before leaving the restaurant.

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-not proofread-

this has been overdue bc school works are a pain in the ass

big thanks to @myblueleatherbag for helping me with this mini series!

Tagging my mutuals: @sweetdespairbarnes @fanficparker @lcvelyparkers @tommysparker

#harrison osterfield #harrison osterfield imagines #harrison osterfield fanfiction #harrison osterfield fanfic #harrison osterfield fic #harrison osterfield x reader #harrison osterfield x y/n #haz osterfield #haz osterfield imagines #haz osterfield fanfiction #haz osterfield fanfic #haz osterfield fic #haz osterfield x reader #haz osterfield x y/n #tom holland #tom holland imagines

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haro-whumps · 4 years

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Box Boy Meeting Mama

(CW: slavery, dehumanization, creepy + intimate whumper, implied noncon, videorecording, possessive behaviors)

Tag list: @thatsthewhump @whump-it @ashintheairlikesnow @fairybean101 @finder-of-rings @comfortforthepain @shameless-whumper @that-one-thespian @burtlederp @castielamigos-whump-side-blog @raigash @im-not-rare-im-rarr

Part 1

“Mama! Mama!” Ren called to the open front door, bouncing down the steps excitedly.

Their mother was a stunningly tall woman, with heavy brown hair that waved like a product model and a solid, masculine build. Her shoulders were broad, her wrists thick, and she had a jawline that could only be drawn using squares. Although her skin was free of wrinkle or blemish, she could never be described as youthful, her presence heavy and sharp in any room she entered. Her color palette was almost exclusively red, with some black and rare gold, and anytime someone told her that a woman of her size shouldn’t wear high heels, she bought herself a taller pair.

“Hello duckling,” she greeted with a bright smile, hugging her child, the only person in the world who would ever describe her as warm or loving.

“Soren!” they called over their shoulder, only half-stepping away from their mother, “Heel! Position 1!”

Soren had been told he’d be meeting Ren’s mama that morning, and had been dressed up for it, wearing what could only be called a toga and gold sandals that stretched up to his knees. He rushed to them and stood with his feet slightly parted, arms at his sides, spine straight.

“Oh there he is,” she said curiously, eyeing him over as though to judge if his presence lived up to the rumors. He stood close to Ren, nervous around the looming woman, with her sharp eyes and strong arms. Ren was his owner, so of course they could do whatever damage they wanted to him, but they knew that to a whumpee, their mama cut a much more intimidating figure. She could do as much damage with a closed fist as Ren might with a belt. Maybe more.

“You’re right, the short hair really isn’t suiting him,” she commented at length, lifting a lock of Soren’s hair, which now skimmed his shoulders. The products were doing their job. She tilted his chin and her eyes lingered on the birthmark. “But you are a cute little thing, aren’t you pet?”

“Thank you, um, m-ma’am?” he said hesitantly, body tense, and Ren giggled.

“Aw,” Ren’s mama said with a knowing click of her tongue. “Did you call my child ‘ma’am’ and get scolded for it?” she asked with a small chuckle shaking her impressive shoulders.

“Uh--um, well,” Soren stammered, which was too cute, so Ren took pity on him and kissed his pretty temple.

“He’s been perfect, lately; hasn’t messed up since, have you angel?”

“No, Exalted,” he said, obviously relieved that Ren had stepped in.

“Oh, Exalted!” Ren’s mama crooned, “I like that, that’s so classy!”

“Thanks!” Ren said cheerfully, beaming up at her. “The other option is ‘Honored One,’ which I think has a similar ring to it.”

“Good choices, good choices,” she agreed. “Well, off to Sunday brunch?”

“Mm!” Ren hummed. They gave Soren a quick kiss to his cheek, petting his hair in a smooth, swift gesture. “Behave yourself while I’m out, Soren. I’ll be back in a few hours.”

“Have, have fun,” Soren said, glancing between them and their mama, timid around her, but that was fine. If Soren wanted to see Ren as the only safe thing in all the world, that was a-okay by them.

They climbed into the passenger seat of their mama’s red luxury car, one of the smaller ones today, and arranged their skirts around their legs. Best part of skirts: Ren looked phenomenal in them and they showed off their calves. Worst part of skirts: maneuvering in them.

“He really is,” Mama murmured as she started the car with her thumbprint, “That’s your sweet little Soren.”

“I know!” Ren said with a laugh, “I can still hardly believe it sometimes!”

“Well, he seems healthy and whole, at least.”

“Mama! Of course he is!”

She snorted and pinched their cheek, eyes still on the road. “I didn’t say I ever thought you wouldn’t take care of him, dumpling. But you know how those whumpee-vendors can get, sometimes. Every couple of months, it seems like there’s some new scandal that everyone just needs to flood the news streams with.”

Ren sighed knowingly, very put upon. “It’s true. I mean, really, you’d think we’d be past the whole ‘Oh hey let’s lose our shit over this’ phase of whumpees, right? They knew the risks when they signed themselves over, and it’s not like they’re actually people anymore.”

Mama hummed. “Do we want to go for cheese and pasta or are we thinking seafood today?”

“I could go for somewhere with refried beans and pork, if you’re up for it,” Ren stated.

“Oo, fancy today.” Mama threw on her turn signal. “Guaca Maya’s always a safe bet.”

“So, did I not, express, to Soren, enough, that I loved him and liked taking care of him when we were younger? Like, why didn’t he come crawling back to me?”

“Duckling,” Mama crooned, like when they were acting just a little unreasonable about how life wasn’t fair.

“It’s been bothering me since I found him, Mama. I would have forgiven him! He had to have known that, right?”

“Honey, sometimes poor people just… behave in strange ways. They’re not rational.” She gave their thigh a sympathetic squeeze. “The more you try to make sense of them, the more frustrated you’ll get.”

Ren sighed and stroked their brow, probably messing up their eyebrows but ah, such was life. “I know, I know. It doesn’t matter, I have him now,” they said, flaring out their fingers.

“And so cute, too; he’s so nervous!”

Ren giggled. “Oh, oh! Once we get seated I’ll show you; remember how I told you I was buying all those cameras?”

“Oh, that’ll be nice,” she said, parking the car.

They were seated at one of the better tables, the waitress accidentally calling Mama “sir” before she noticed the mixup, and after they’d ordered their food Ren pulled out their phone and tapped through the application, searching for their boy.

“Ha, there he is,” Ren said, holding out the phone screen so Mama could look. “He really likes that balcony.”

“Good thing, too, his freckles are so pretty when they’re dense,” Mama commented, taking the phone in that way the previous generation had, instead of just looking while Ren held it. Soren was seated on a patio chair, plush but waterproof, and was dozing in the late morning sun.

“I’m glad I got him the two in one sunscreen and lotion,” Ren remarked, staring gleefully down at the screen, chin in their palm. Even though it would be fun to poke and prod at the burns, they thought privately. Such things were not meant to be shared with their mama; she would scold them for casual violence.

“You’re such a clever kid,” Mama said proudly, handing the phone back, “Always the most prepared out of all your peers, I don’t know where you got it from.”

“Statistically speaking, probably you,” Ren said, and they both laughed. Brunch went by pleasantly, the two of them catching up on the events of the week. Mama knew a good portion of Ren’s week, since they had kept on delightedly texting her throughout, but it was always fun to eat and chat. Mama enjoyed flaunting her wealth as much as Ren did, and tipped equal to the bill, then drove Ren home.

“Same time next week,” she said before they got out of the car, “But not the week after--”

“--because you’ll be overseas, so we’ll have to videochat,” Ren confirmed, leaning across the consol so she could kiss their cheek affectionately.

“You got it. Alright darling, have a good one.”

“Bye Mama!” Ren called brightly as they got out, and returned inside. Brunch with Mama always left them feeling pleased and calm, and knowing that they were returning to Soren left them positively bouncing, skirt flaring out around their knees. They went to the kitchen to put their leftovers in the fridge,

and their mood turned on a dime.

“What are you doing with those scissors!?” they bellowed, crossing the kitchen in an instant, catching him by the wrist so hard he dropped the blades, their nails pressing bleeding crescents into his skin.

“E-Exalted, I--”

“The fuck do you think you’re doing?!” they yelled, slamming that fragile arm into the pantry door, grabbing him by the front of his toga and lifting, furious, spots swarming their vision.

“Nothing! Please!”

“The hell does nothing need scissors for?” they shouted, their face so close to his that spit flew onto it. “Do you seriously think you can just--”

“Thread! There’s a loose thread!” Soren wailed, free hand desperately pressed against Ren’s chest. They stopped, breathing hard, rage still curling in them but paused, just for a moment. Soren hiccupped on his little sobs and shakily moved his hand to point at the strap of his toga. “T-*hic* There’s a l-loose thread, Honored One,” he said, lifting it so they could see. Thin, unnoticed when the clothing was delivered, hardly even visible without someone pointing it out. “I, I was snipping it. I would never hurt you, Exalted, Ren, please, I would never, I’m not a fighter, I wouldn’t hurt you, please,” his fingers curled in the front of their blouse, “please, never, never. I wouldn’t, Honored One, please believe me, I wouldn’t, I wouldn’t.”

Ren released his wrist, their fingers trailing down his skin and leaving bloody marks. They took a deep breath, and let it out, releasing his toga and lifting their hands to his face, cupping his cheeks. “Oh, baby,” they murmured, trying to calm their heartbeat. “Oh Soren,” they said, pressing up against him, his back flush against the pantry door, their face pressed into his hair. His gorgeous hair, that he wasn’t going to cut. He hadn’t even been thinking about it. His first concern was that Ren thought he would hurt them, use the scissors to fight; cutting his hair was so far from his mind it never crossed it.

They stood there, pressed up against his quietly crying body, for an indeterminate amount of time. They pulled back when they were calm enough, and silently took the thread between their fingers. They leaned down and bit it, snapping it easily, and then kissed Soren’s birthmark.

“Go ahead and clean up the mess you made,” Ren said, glancing at their leftovers, which were now spilled across the kitchen tile. “I’ll go get some disinfectant for your wrist.”

“Thank you,” he said, high and quiet and Ren felt okay enough to smile at him. They kissed his pretty lips, thumbing at the tear tracks, half-dried, and left the kitchen. But not without first grabbing the scissors, taking the blades with them.

#whump #slavery #dehumanization #creepy whumper #intimate whumper #possessive behavior #videotaping #videorecording #pet #slave #lost temper #bbu #box boy #ren #soren #mama #mine #writing

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commodorecliche · 4 years

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Hey Lindsay, I've read a few of your fics and I love the way you write :) I've been trying to write a story but i'm just stuck at the outline. So, I was wondering if you could, perhaps, make a little tutorial or a walk-through your process? I'd like to have my story points defined before I start writing but I don't have a structure that I can follow and I really love your style *-* It's okay if you don't feel like it though. I understand. Thank you in advance ^^

hey there friend! i’m not sure when you sent this ask today, i so hope you haven’t been waiting all day for my reply!! i just saw it.

first things first - thank you so much for your kind words about my writing. they really mean the world to me. and i am SO EXCITED to hear that you’re working on your own fic. that’s amazing!!

now to the meat!

so i don’t know if i have specific or... super organized... process, per se, and i don’t really do a ‘strict’ outline, in the most traditional sense of the word (meaning i don’t have a document full of numbers and bullet points and such). and everyone’s process is going to be a little different, so bear in mind, what works for me might not work for you. but once you get the feel of writing your story, you’ll get a better sense of what your own writing process is. and you’ll figure out what works and doesn’t work for you. the way i do things might not work for you, but that’s totally okay, you’ll come into your own as you go along. and hey, maybe this will work for you! who knows!

but what i generally do when i start a new fic is:

1: i type out my rough and basic idea. i like to do this (and most of my outlining/drafting) in all caps, it helps keep me focused and helps me organize what i have ‘drafted’ and what i have properly written lol.

so for example, um, In the House We Remain, my first idea was jotted out like this, at the top of my document: SAPPY GHOST STORY, AZIRAPHALE BUYS A COTTAGE THAT CROWLEY USED TO OWN, CROWLEY DIED THERE. CROWLEY WAS AN AUTHOR AND HIS BOOKS ARE STILL IN THE HOUSE, WHICH IS HOW AZIRAPHALE GETS TO KNOW HIM.

that’s my base level idea, and i kept it at the top of the document.

2: from there, i start thinking about what are some MAJOR scenes i want to have happen. not the minute details, just the major scenes that were popping in and out of my head when i was daydreaming about the fic. these can be as minimal or as thorough as you like. for In the House We Remain, i had a pretty set idea on how i wanted the story to progress from start to finish, so i had a lot of scenes already in mind.

using the same fic as an example, these are some of the scene ideas i wrote in my fic document, underneath my top line idea: SCENES: - AZIRAPHALE SEES THE COTTAGE (ANATHEMA IS THE REAL ESTATE AGENT) AND HE LOVES IT. HE BUYS IT THAT DAY. (DEFINE THE LANDSCAPE AND HOW THE COTTAGE LOOKS, PROBABLY WANT A POND IN THE BACK, THAT COULD BE HOW CROWLEY WAS MURDERED. COTTAGE SHOULD BE COZY AND DREAMY, A LOVELY THING SET OUT IN THE MIDDLE OF THE COUNTRYSIDE. LOOK UP PICS FOR REFERENCES.) - GUNNA HAVE TO MENTION SOMETHING ABOUT THE HOUSE THAT’LL CONNECT TO HOW CROWLEY DIED, SOME VISUAL INDICATORS OF HIS SPIRIT. MAYBE WATER STAINS ON THE FLOOR? LIKE DRIPPING WATER MIGHT POOL AROUND A WET PERSON’S FEET? AM I GOING WITH DROWNING AS CAUSE OF DEATH? DUNNO.***COME BACK TO THIS. - WHILE UNPACKING AZIRAPHALE SEES A BUNCH OF UNFAMILIAR BOOKS IN THE STUDY AND IS CURIOUS ABOUT THEM. - AZIRAPHALE TALKS TO ANATHEMA ABOUT THE BOOKS AND THE AUTHOR. LEARNS THAT CROWLEY IS THE AUTHOR, AND THAT HE OWNED AND DIED IN THE HOUSE MYSTERIOUSLY. - AZIRAPHALE READS THE BOOKS, LOVES THEM, FEELS A CONNECTION WITH CROWLEY. - AZIRAPHALE SOMEHOW CONNECTS WITH CROWLEY’S LINGERING SPIRIT IN THE HOUSE (DETAILS TO COME) - THEY START COMMUNICATING. CROWLEY REVEALS THAT HE WAS MURDERED - I WANT THIS TO BE AN EMOTIONAL SCENE, AZIRAPHALE VERY UPSET AND DISTURBED BY WHAT HE’S BEEN TOLD. ALSO AFRAID CAUSE HE’S MADE CONTACT W/ SOMEONE WHO’S VERY DEAD. MAYBE HE EVEN CALLS ANATHEMA AFTER TO REVEAL THE NATURE OF CROWLEY’S DEATH. - NEED SCENES OF AZIRAPHALE GROWING OLD IN THE HOUSE WITH CROWLEY’S GHOST, THEN EVENTUALLY DYING AND ACTUALLY UNITING WITH HIM. SAPPY, EMOTIONAL, THE WORKS. - AZIRAPHALE AND CROWLEY’S SPIRITS LINGER IN THE HOUSE, EVEN AS A NEW COUPLE MOVES IN.

those were my major scenes that i needed to write and that would make up most of my story.

3: flesh out the aforementioned scenes. break these scenes down individually and think about them, picture them like a movie in your head. when aziraphale sees the cottage, what’s happening around him? has he gotten out of the car? what is the weather like, is it a dreamy setting? should the wind be gently rustling the trees and his hair? is he in awe? does he take a moment to take in the exterior of the house. what does the house look like? picture that entire scene from start to finish, then jot down your thoughts. remember, you aren’t actually doing Proper Good Writing out. you’re just getting the ideas down and the draft ideas fleshed out. 4: once i have those scenes fleshed out (always typed in all caps for me lol), i start the actual ‘writing’ process. I drop the all-caps, start using proper grammar, and go into I’m Telling A Story Mode. I usually try to start writing at the beginning, because i tend to visualize my stories as movies that play in my head. i need to mentally see it progress as i write it, like i would do if i were watching a movie or reading a book. but sometimes that doesn’t happen - sometimes beginnings are the hardest part. if you struggle with the beginning, skip to the first most fleshed out scene you have, the one you feel most comfortable with, or whatever scene you feel REALLY ready to write. this writing doesn’t have to be perfect (it definitely won’t be lol). but you’ll start to get a feel for how you want to actually present this story and these scenes once they’re all finalized. you can edit it and make it prettier later, but for now, just get some words on the paper as if it were a story you were ready to tell. 5: once you have your main scenes fleshed out, you need to start making connections between them. stories need depth and background, so you need to be able to go “okay, i have aziraphale loving the house and buying it, then i need him to find the books in the study, how am I going to connect those two scenes?”

you can do this part either as you go along (example: you’ve written your first Major Scene, and you want to progress onto your next scene, so you write the connections first, then once you have the connection scenes done, you can then move on to the next Major Scene from your draft) OR you can get all your major drafted scenes written, and make your connections AFTER those scenes are done. you just gotta see what works for you.

i prefer the first method, i try to write the major scenes and the connection scenes as i go along so that i have a natural flow. that also allows me to make some changes to a later Major Scene before i actually write it. (example: hm, i was gunna have Aziraphale do XYZ in the next scene, but with this connection, I think having him do ABC in that scene might work better).

if you don’t have a clear-cut idea yet for how to connect your scenes, go back to the all caps ‘drafting’ mode, where you’re just throwing ideas on the page in between, like: ‘AZIRAPHALE HAS JUST MOVED IN AND IS READY TO UNPACK, I NEED HIM TO BRING HIS BOOKS TO THE STUDY TO START UNPACKING THEM AND SHELVING THEM. THAT’S WHEN HE SHOULD NOTICE CROWLEY’S BOOKS THAT HAVE MYSTERIOUSLY APPEARED ON THE SHELVES.’ from there, go back into ‘proper writing’ mode when you’re ready, and flesh out that scene - what is aziraphale doing while he’s unpacking? are his boxes of books already in the study, or do i need him to have a reason to bring them into the study? maybe a mover accidentally placed one in the wrong room. this is your connector that will get you between scenes. 6: once you have all your scenes done in a proper first draft, go back, do re-writes, add new things that you think you might need, take out things that aren’t necessary, check your grammar and spelling, and do your final proofing. (read your story out loud too - it’s the easiest way to catch typos, errors, or weird phrasing)

7: don’t be afraid to write ANYWHERE. many of my ideas for scenes popped up in the middle of a work day, and every time that happens, i text myself. i send myself a text, all caps, with the scene idea, and i don’t open it until i’m ready to write. it helps me keep track of things. i did a lot of writing in notebooks, on post-it notes, wherever really. i even have googledocs installed on my phone so i could access a fic from anywhere if i had a sudden idea. and if i had something new to add to the document, i put it in all caps, so i would know i needed to address it later.

8: act things out! seriously, i’m not kidding. act your scenes out with yourself. especially dialogue scenes. have those dialogues with yourself, think about how you want dialogue to progress, and talk those ideas out in a way that sounds natural to you. that’ll help you write your dialogue later. (the number of times my husband has walked in on me running through some dialogue aloud......... goodness).

9: don’t be afraid of music :) maybe it’s silly, but i make a playlist for every fic i write because i like to listen to music to get me into the correct mood for what i’m writing. it helps me a LOT. maybe it won’t be as helpful for you, but always worth a try.

and that’s really.... the extent of my process. it’s a little messy, i know, and maybe it’s not the best advice. and i just hope that it at least a LITTLE bit of sense... but i hope it will at least be of some help to you! if you’re confused about anything, please don’t hesitate to message me.

or if you want to chat one-on-one, that’s totally fine too. i 100% don’t mind if you send me a chat message. i’m always happy to help.

#kind nonnies #long post #writing #advice #fanfic #Anonymous

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secretsfromwholecloth · 4 years

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Watcher as Companion: Eiheune

While I’m here, may as well do one of these for the new girl, too.

If your Watcher, or other Pillars OC, was a recruitable companion instead of the main character, how and where would they be introduced to the main party?

You’re first introduced to Eiheune “Hentzin” Manoi as a minor NPC at the Hall of Revealed Mysteries in Defiance Bay. She’s a cute, fun counterpoint to the seriousness of Grimda and her fellows. Maybe she helps you with an alternate method of liberating The Theories of Pandgram for Nedyn—or maybe she pranks her by having you pass along a book that turns out to be something else entirely.

Fast forward five years, and you’re taking a stroll through the Sacred Stair when hey, look, it’s that giggly aumaua again. She’s probably pissed off at least one of the other congregations by barging into their space and Waeling it up. Probably giving them an argument, too. As far as she’s concerned, Captain Stompy is a fine argument for her “sometimes the world makes no damn sense and we have to find our own answers” philosophy, so when you turn out to be following him (which also means getting far away from the pissed-off Magranites/Gaunites/Berathians who are now looking at her funny), she can’t join you quickly enough. Besides, you said that thing was Eothas? Her Waelites do a lot of important teaching and scientific work back home, but they’ve never been the only game in town. She has friends in the Eothasian congregation. Time to get a closer look at what they see in him.

What would their companion quest involve?

Eiheune is part of the “I only wanted to do research!” squad along with her “sisters” Sikkerneq and possibly Clelia. So, you help her do some research, looking for Waelite texts and going on a pilgrimage to the Hall of the Unseen. What does she find there? Maybe a text that says something that gets to her, maybe a person she couldn’t help, maybe a shrine or dream that doesn’t feel the way she was expecting. Time to talk about what she’s doing and why and whether it’s the best choice.

What traits would affect their approval, positively or negatively?

Benevolent and Clever responses are the sovereign method of gaining her approval. Dourness, bluntness, and excessive gravitas put her off, and please try not to be too mean about the whole Waelite priestess thing. She does important work in between all the shenanigans.

Which other companions would they get along with, and which would they bicker with, in Party Banter?

In no particular order besides “I thought of these ones first”, as per usual:

She likes Edér quite a bit, at first. He’s fun, easygoing, and reminds her of some of her congregants back home, and the values and philosophy that underpin her priesting square up pretty neatly with those of Night Market!Edér, if she learns about the gods’ origins. Later on, once the party starts meeting orlans and he won’t shut the Hel up about his Opinions(tm) about them, she starts to wonder if he has a fetish or something. Good luck convincing her that he doesn’t. She still enjoys spending time with him, but dude is totally an orlan chaser. Anyway, she will absolutely be on hand to try and comfort him in her own Wael-tastic way after his quest. Whether it works, well, that’ll depend on a few things.

Aloth has exactly the sort of personality that makes it the least surprising thing in the world that he was mixed up with a Woedican organization. Eiheune doesn’t love it, but she can see where he’s in need of help. Even destroyer!Aloth is in for some well-meaning lectures.

Eiheune and Xoti make a real effort to be friends and support each other at first. The wheels come off pretty quickly when it turns out that their worldviews are fundamentally opposed—Xoti is 100% certain of everything Gaun wants from her and kith in general, and she wants nothing more than for everyone else to be equally certain of her rightness. Eiheune will not be able to resist rubbing it in when Xoti turns out to be quite wrong.

Maia is in for a lot of curious questioning about Rauatai; the Cuostei are more or less distant relatives of today’s Rauataians, and there’s been occasional intermarriage over the centuries, but Eiheune’s never actually been there.

Tekēhu is cute and fun but a little vapid for her tastes. At first. She comes around when it turns out he just needed more experience of the world to really set the gears turning in his head.

Serafen, over time, ends up becoming one of her best friends in the party, though he’s politely firm about not wanting to hear too much Wael stuff from her. She takes it well.

Pallegina is pretty much everything she dislikes, and it’s almost certainly mutual, but they can set aside their differences long enough to be curious together about the progress being made by animancers and other scientists.

Eiheune is pretty certain that Rekke is an actual gift from Wael—he’s sweet, attractive, up for shenanigans, full of interesting stories, and willing to talk religion without making her feel like she’s banging her head on a wall the way Xoti does. Ixamitl and Seki, if they’re not actually distant relatives, bear enough of a resemblance to each other to make it seem that way and give Eiheune an easier time of picking up a little of it while Rekke learns Aedyran, and in short order the two of them are discussing Wael only knows what in some kind of unholy Sekxamidyran hybrid.

She comes in for a bit of needling from Konstanten, because she’s a tiny baby who is silly and cute and enjoyable to gently poke fun at. She absolutely gives it back to him.

That is some attitude on Fassina. She is absolutely getting pranked the moment her back is turned. Nothing destructive, just a little signal to stop mistaking meanness for a personality.

Ydwin doesn’t get on with her for similar reasons to Pallegina. Eiheune puts a heroic effort into staying interested for the first five minutes of pompous lecturing and then can’t maintain it anymore.

Vatnir clearly needs help. Eiheune tried, she really did. Ugh, Rymrgand worshippers.

Would they be romanceable? Would they end up in a romance with another companion, if both were left unromanced (à la Maia & Xoti)?

So, uh, the whole aro thing. Her “romance” would function most like Serafen’s, if anything. It’s no skin off her nose if you want to call yourself her lover, but the label means nothing to her, and she doesn’t much care. And you sure as Hel don’t own her. Insist on monogamy at your peril.

I wasn’t kidding about the “fucking her way through the party” thing, either—she doesn’t understand “romance” as a separate category, its trappings make her uncomfortable, and as far as she’s concerned, sex is something you do with your friends. And these are nearly all her friends. (And hey, the only two other aumaua being a cis woman and a godlike means no worries about pregnancy!) She’s likely to sleep with (or at least offer to) pretty much all the men except for Vatnir (yes, even destroyer!Aloth in a particularly charitable moment, though grandmaster!Aloth is probably a bridge too far), plus Maia. Which of them are interested enough to take her up on her offer is another matter. And she doesn’t go back to Tekēhu more than once or twice, because their sexual personalities are badly incompatible.

Would anything make them leave the party, or would they be there for the long haul?

Tank her approval and her gentle trolling becomes mean-spirited mockery when she can’t just avoid you, but I think she’d be too invested in following this Eothas thing to the end to actually leave. Prepare to be hit with a quick Arkemyr’s Dazzling Lights and some loud swearing when you part ways after Ukaizo, though.

I’m going to take the liberty of adding a question of my own, since it’s something I’ve thought about: What would her approval conversations look like?

-1: She philosophizes pointedly about how kith deal with being wrong about major things.

-2: “Watcher, we...we need to talk. What in Eora are you doing? What is any of this meant to accomplish? What answer are you looking for?” Piss her off further and, while she won’t leave, she just might refuse to talk to you for the rest of the game.

+1: “Thanks for having me along. It’s been exciting. Eye-opening.” She giggles at her own pun. “Did I ever tell you about my ordination?” The story is rather on the nose at times; she’s blindfolded, stripped of her vestments, handed a “holy relic” that turns out to be a rusty watering can, and left in the middle of a labyrinth, which she has to traverse to get her clothes back before finding her way to the group of priests and acolytes to reveal to them the wisdom contained in the “relic”. True? Probably. You never quite know with Waelites.

+2: On the heels of a chat about your respective views on the whole situation out there, “You’re my friend, right? And with any luck, you will be for a long time. I want you to know that I do not love by halves. If you need something of me, if you want me to share your bed, you need only ask.” Perk up at the mention of bed-sharing to trigger her “romance”, or tell her “thanks but no thanks” to turn her down. Or berate her, if you’re a monster. And maybe her love comes with a gift, like Serafen’s—a scrap of handmade ribbon that she’s put a blessing on, wearable in the head or neck or maybe waist slot. Maybe as a trinket, if we really want to have fun. Of course she used her tablet-weaving skills to create an eye pattern, what do you take her for?

#pillars of eternity #watcher wednesday #watcher Eiheune

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callisofcamelot · 5 years

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sunlight through broken glass

pairing: hort x beatrix

setting: modern au, canada, uhhhhh they’re like in their twenties??? (this isn’t even a setting but you get it)

notes: im not dead!! *insert surprised pikachu face* this also isn’t edited at all, it’s a hot mess but please enjoy.

word count: 1342

part 1/??? (ooooo me making a new series i’ll never finish)

*****

It’s not that much a surprise, and it’s not even bad.

When she looks through the mail and finds it. Beatrix doesn't have to open it to know it's the divorce papers. Chaddick had moved out months ago, leaving their too big home to herself (which was right in the mountains, and Beatrix hated mountains. But if he knew things like that maybe they wouldn't be here in the first place). The home was okay. . . but the smell.

God.

It was horrible.

Everything smelled like him. His favorite cologne was embedded in the walls and even gallons of bleach and millions of Bath and Body Works candles couldn't get rid of it. Beatrix can’t stand it and it hurts so much, and she's a big girl and big girls don't cry but nowadays all she does is cry.

She texts Millie and Reena, and they both tell her they'll be there in a few seconds.

But it's not even that bad, she tells herself. It's not like the time Tedros basically led her on for years and then broke it in a single second.

So here's the inciting incident. She's fifteen and has shelves filled with romance novels and watches One Tree Hill and Gilmore Girls religiously and doodles her crushes names on her binder and she's just fifteen.

Tedros was supposed to be her soulmate. It just made sense to her. Their parents were friends and they’ve known each other forever and childhood friends always fall in love. Right?

She stands in her mother's heels that she stole and a dress that cost far too much just for a dance. Beatrix knows she's beautiful, she's always known she's beautiful, but at this moment she doesn't feel like it, because what is beauty if no ones there to admire it?

It's nothing, she realises an hour into the night.

The punch in her hands is cool but so is her heart, so maybe that's a good thing. She is fifteen and has never really felt this feeling before, she has never felt the sight of Tedros dancing with Agatha, Tedros laughing with Agatha, Tedros looking at Agatha like that, she has never felt this kind of . . . betrayal.

Beatrix feels the knife in her heart, a merciless cold blade that seems to leave a gaping hole in her chest. She is bleeding out while drinking Hawaiian Punch, and perhaps that isn't the worst way to die, but at this moment it sure feels like it. Tears prick her eyes, and she hopes she will turn invisible because at this moment Beatrix isn't the most beautiful girl in the room, she's the most heartbroken.

People can see it because people always see the things you don't want them too.

"Bee," a voice says carefully, a hand slowly being stuck out in front of her. "Do you wanna dance."

She turns her head to Chaddick. Chaddick who has always teased her and never really cared for her, with this crooked smile and messy amber hair and his eyes that are the ocean during a storm. Yet at this moment he looks small and awkward, and very much a teenage boy filled with too many emotions and not enough words.

She gives him her hand. "Okay."

That's the start of them, and you see she hears years later about what would've happened if she'd have said no to him, but that's a story for another time.

Millie makes her a cake because that's what she does.

It's a chocolate cake, and it tastes so fucking good, and Beatrix doesn't care it'll take her hours of pilates to work off the calories, because this makes her feel good.

God knows that she deserves to indulge at least a bit.

"Did you know twenty-eight is the prime age of women," Millie says, while they all sit on the couch drinking some hundred dollar wine she got for an anniversary. "You’re super fertile and attractive and funny and smart and like look at your body man, it's bangin'."

It makes her cry, and the fact she's on her period makes her hormones go crazy. "Then, god, why'd he leave."

"He was pretty dumb," Millie mumbles.

"I know," she says. "But he tried, he made me laugh, sometimes made smoothies, and treated me so nicely, and well, his abs were really nice."

Reena rubs her arm. "It's gonna be ok. We'll get through this, we always do." She believes Reena, not only because she's really smart and is married and has kids, but also because Reena is her best friend. "What're you in the mood for Bee," she asks, she flips through movies, thousands of them from her and Chaddicks daily movie nights. It's a collection of them from the past five years, like a mixtape of them living together. "I'm kinda leaning on something Disney."

Her eyes pick something in the sea of thousands, it's a movie that wasn't apart of the mixtape, it's apart of something completely different.

"Put on, The Fantastic Mr. Fox."

Beatrix is nineteen, and she's freshly single, and very much ready to mingle.

Her and Chaddick’s long distant relationship ends, and for some strange reason, she isn't upset. But of course she doesn't tell anyone, because that would make her a horrible person, and for some reason, though popularity was left in high school she still puts far too much effort in putting up appearances.

Going into university, Beatrix is alone for the first time. It's her fault for choosing one where none of her friends are going, but for some strange reason, she doesn't mind. She's been surrounded by people her whole life, but now she's free, and it feels good, well until it doesn't.

It's a Friday night and instead of partying she's in the library studying, and it sounds sad and terrible and it is but she's not even that upset.

Ok, that's a lie.

She's a tiny bit upset.

But doesn't try to tell anyone that.

(Even if she wanted to she couldn’t because Reena and Millie are building schools in Asia, and they have no service for the next two weeks)

She stares at her textbook, Policy In The New Age, trying to get all the knowledge to somehow magically go into her brain (it hasn't worked for the last 20 minutes but who knows, maybe that'll change).

"Beatrix," a voice suddenly says to her out of nowhere, she turns her head and is greeted by two long legs and she has to look up and god it's Hort, but it's not him at all. He's so tall, and tan, and almost muscular in some areas, yet still gangly, and his smile is the same because she recognizes those dimples, and god he got hot. "Haven't seen you in such a long time."

Her mouth has forgotten to talk because human interaction has become rare for her, and she feels so dumb, but all she can do is stare at him.

He frowns. "Something wrong?"

Then her brain finally starts to work. "No," she croaks out. "I'm just tired and very bored."

"That's great," he says, and lord she regrets thinking he was hot this is-- "Oh, fuck, that's not actually great it's just I'm very tired and bored too, so . . . like, I don't know, but would you-well, like to go to this new Chinese place around the block."

She has to blink a few times before she can comprehend what he just said, and then, she smiles. "Yes please, anything than this."

He smiles and it's familiar and comforting, and she likes it.

(Hort tells her while they're walking to the restaurant about a film that includes foxes. He tells her it's his favorite movie in the whole world when she says she's never watched it, he seems appalled and invites her over to his dorm to watch it. That where it starts, the movie that is them.)

Beatrix is drunk by eight.

(She also has always believed alcohol makes her spontaneous, not dumb. So that's why she emails him.)

Hey Hort!!

What's up.

From Beatrix.

(Her email writing skills have never been good, she doesn't wanna talk about it.)

#the school for good and evil #hort of blood brook #beatrix of jaunt jolie #hortrix #the only ship that matters #fight me #mywriting #**hortrixfanficthingy #tedros of camelot #agatha of the woods beyond

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singing-and-humming · 5 years

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The loving is easy when i’m with you

Domestic fic written for @cloudfiveclub writing challenge (sorry for the delay)

Title from Kwaye – Sweetest Life

You just woke up but you are already sitting at your kitchen table waiting for the coffee machine to finish dripping while scrolling through your Instagram feed when your phone buzzes signaling a new text. You smile when you see that it was from Richard. He always remembers to send you a text or a pic in the morning but instead of the usual greeting, the message you’ve received was :“Help! How do I deal with this hair situation!”.

Definitely not what you expected.

Obviously, you can’t wait to finally do something about his hair. He got an haircut a few weeks ago which got rid of the really damaged ends but he insists on continuing to bleach it. Maybe, he finally understood that he needs to take care of it consistently.

You answer him that you’ll be there at 1 p.m. as was agreed, because you have an appointment. You finish your breakfast before getting ready for the day. You were invited by Erick’s family for a gathering in the late afternoon. You make sure to pack more of your hair products in addiction to those already in your overnight bag before heading out.

When you finally arrive at his place, you find Richard in the kitchen, cleaning the remnants of lunch. He greets you with an a hug and a long soft kiss.

“Hey you. I missed you so much.

- I missed you too. Are you almost finished, we’re going to need some time to work on the mess on your head before we head out

- What are you talking about? What mess on my head?

- “I thought you wanted me to help you?

- Yes! With Aaliyah’s hair!! ¡Si, con el pelo de Aaliyah!

- Babe…I will help you with Aaliyah but we’re definitely working on your dry hair! Now, where is my princess?

- She’s playing in her room…”

You leave him to find Aaliyah in her room where the little girl is drawing at her desk.

“Good morning Aaliyah!” you say as you enter the room.

As soon as she hears you voice, she runs to you and you squat down to give her a hug. You ask her how she is doing. You sit on her bed with her and she starts telling you all the exciting things that happened to her since you last saw each other. You make sure to asks her some questions, even though you already knew some of it from you phone calls to Richard or his brothers.

“Daddy told me you were coming to do my hair. He tried but he was bad!” You look up and see that her curls are tied up in a loose ponytail as if he just gave up, which is certainly what happened.

“I can see that sweetie but we’re going to get you all cute for tonight. For now, I’m going to help your Dad with his and then I’ll come get you, alright?”

You let her get back to her drawing and go join the Dominican. You grab the bag full of supplies, drag him to the living room and make him sit on the floor in front of the couch.

“Babe, I don’t think this is necessary. I just wanted some help with Aaliyah so she has a cute hairstyle for tonight.

- Yes, it is necessary. I KNOW I’m not the only that told you the same thing, so we’re going to try to deal with it. Really, I don’t understand how you can just go around like this.

- Com’on! It isn’t that bad. You know I don’t have time and even if I did, I wouldn’t know what to do.

You grab you oil mix and lather his hair with hit, finger detangling the stringy strands of blond hair and putting them in four braids.

“All right, this need to sit a little while. Go get Aaliyah”, you instruct him.

When they come back, you make the little girl sit on a chair. You wet her hair with a spray bottle and apply some leave in conditioner to help detangle her hair.

"- I’m just going to show you how to do a simple hair style today. I’ll do one side and you’ll do the other, ok?"

You part her hair in the middle and section a big piece on the front to do a braid. You gather the rest of the hair, put a bit of hair gel all around and brush it to smooth everything before securing the hair in a bun. It is quite simple but you go slowly so that Richard can see what you’re doing and replicate it. As it turns out, he can follow instructions pretty well when he wants to. The braid wasn’t very symmetric to yours so you make him do it again but the final result was really cute.

You then tell Richard to go shampoo his hair to remove the oil bath and to call you when it’s done.

You go into the kitchen with Aaliyah to start on the desserts you’ll bring to the Colon’s in the afternoon. You make her stand on her chair next to you and show her how to knead the dough. She has the same intense look as Richard when he’s concentrating on a task but to be fair, she always looks like a mini version of him. You hide a smile when she frowns at the dough sticking too her small hands.

You join the blond when you hear him call your name. You apply a good amount of the deep conditioner you brought. When he sees you approach with the plastic wrap, he opens his mouth to protest but with a sharp glance he understands that he will NOT win this argument. You explain to him that he has to keep the product on for at least one hour which earns you a low groan.

“You know, it’s usually a good time to do some exercises because it will to warm your scalp.

- Too bad we can’t do my favorite cardio exercise", he replies playfully, wiggling his eyebrows.

He goes to put some music and that’s how Aaliyah finds you two dancing around in the bedroom. Of course, she joins you to show off her best moves.

“Daddy we should put face mask like Mama does when she does her hair! She suggests.

- Why not. Y/N, do you have some? He asks you.

- Hum yeah, I didn’t think you’ll want to try. It took long enough for you to take care of your hair!

- Hey! I’m trying now.”

You bring out several for him to choose from but you go to the kitchen to whip out one with yogurt for Aaliyah because you’re not sure yours will be appropriate for her skin. When you all get your mask on you resume your dance party and take some videos.

Later, when everything is rinsed off, you all go to the living room to watch Mulan. You get Richard to sit in front of you again so you can apply some proper products, making sure to show him in what order and quantities before quickly styling it with some twists. He gets a bit overwhelmed and because you know he likes having you taking care of him, you know that he doesn’t make any effort to remember any of it.

“That’s a lot!

- It’s to make you pretty too Daddy!

- But I’ll never be as pretty as you and Y/N!

She pretends to thinks for a second and answer “That’s true!” which launches you both into a hysterical laugh.

At some point during the movie, Richard gets up to answer a phone call and he comes back to Aaliyah asleep against your arm. Richard sit down carefully on the coffee table in front of you.

“Do you want me to take her, mi amor?

- Don’t worry, she’s perfect just where she is”

You look down softly at the little bundle next to you. For a long time, you were scared of how Aaliyah was going to react to you. You didn’t know if she was going to accept your presence in her father’s life. You knew how family, and especially her, was important to Richard, and that any uncomfortableness from Aaliyah might have been a deal breaker. You are still trying not to overstep but you are confident that is going to be okay. You know that’ll do anything not to lose this feeling of belonging.

Richard’s life was hectic and being in a serious relationship came with a lot of complications, but you know that it is worth it, that HE is worth it.

“I’m so glad that you get along so well. Some people pretend to be okay with their partner having a child but it’s different to actually care about them.

- How could I not care for her? She’s such a good kid. You know that I love her right, I’m not pretending for you sake or anything.

- Yeah, I know. He passes his hands on his newly styled hair.

- You know it was so bad. It does feel softer than before. How about we do that every Sunday when I’m home?

- Sounds good. I’ll have to buy more products to keep here because I’m not about to carry everything back and forth.

- You can just let what you have here.

- I do need it during the week as well, Babe

- I know, what I’m saying is they might as well stay here and so should you."

You reflexively straighten to look at his expression better before remembering that Aaliyah is still resting against you. You check on her to see that she hasn’t woken up.

"- What are you saying? You ask slowly

- I’m saying or more asking if you want to move in. No, it’s probably better to find a new place near your job because you’ll still be alone in it sometimes and we can’t stay in yours because we need a room for Aaliyah. And…"

You let him continue to ramble for a while before finally wondering “I don’t think we can skip tonight to start looking for our new house?”

The blinding smile and the obvious love in his eyes that get in return makes you realize that have already found your home anyway.

#richard camacho #aaliyah sofia camacho #cnco imagine #cnco #cnco fic #i am so sorry i wrote this #cloudfiveclubwc

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moccahobi · 5 years

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Cleft Views Pt. 1 [Taehyung x Reader]

Summery: He puts Y/n on a pedestal; always watching from afar as she talks happily with those around her. He so badly wants to talk to her-- so much in fact that he fantasizes what they would talk about for months and months on end before actually talking to her. Only what happens if Taehyung’s perception of Y/n is completely different than what it really is?

Y/n.

Taehyung sighed, staring dreamily at the girl of his dreams from across the cafe. He was supposed to be finishing his shift but he shared a bond with that wonderfully friendly, amazing, caring person and he just wanted to revel in it. Now, if only he knew how to start a conversation with her. He knew what would happen after talking with her, but it was sadly that initial step he couldn’t quite figure out.

She was a year older than him and the literal backbone of school spirit (from what he’s heard, she was always the one to come up with all the amazing ideas for every cool activity the college ever had) she was smiley and friendly with everyone (but her actual friend group was on the smaller side from what he’s gathered), and she seemed to perfectly balance her social life, three clubs, badminton, and school work.

She was literally perfect, and Taehyung was smitten.

A tiny laugh of hers flowed through the air and graced Taehyung’s ears as she sat in the most sun filled corner of the cafe as he sighed once again. He could get drunk on her laughter and high on her smiles.

The only thing that would make it better was if he was the one causing her laughter.

That would be--

“Earth to Taehyung!” Grubby fingers hit Taehyung’s face lightly and flailed in his personal space while trying (and failing) to snap.

“What Jungkook?! Can’t you see I’m thinking!” He whined, taking a step away from Jungkook as he looked down at his mocca brown apron angrily, a heavier sigh leaving him this time as his mind slowly came back to the real world and focused on work.

God, he wished he didn’t have to be working right now. The morning rush was always better than the afternoon slowness he was forced to work with today.

“I know,” The taller man snickered, “That’s why I had to take out your muffins out of the oven.” He pointed towards two bakers-dozens worth of chocolate chip muffins (the special for today) that were sitting on the counter just a few feet away. “I know you only have half an hour left in your shift, but damn! Please focus, I need to not work right now. You can suffer instead.”

Taehyung laughed lightly, “I am working, besides, shouldn’t you, as my dongsaeng, be working for me?” He looked back over at Y/N who was talking with one of her friends quietly and imagined himself sitting in lieu of her friend listening to her complain about her current study buddy (not that he knew what they were talking about).

“I’m your dongsaeng, not your slave. Now work! I need a nap.” Jungkook said, waving Taehyung off with one hand and pinching the bridge of his nose tiredly with the other. Not that Jungkook was ever not tired.

“Your break doesn’t start for another thirty minutes!” Taehyung whined, hoping that for once Jungkook would actually pull his weight before his break.

“My break starts when I want it to start, hyung.” Jungkook retorted, already heading to the backroom to do something, most likely nap.

It was only a few days later that Taehyung saw his chance to talk to you: a poster announcing the latest school sponsored event that undoubtedly you were head of. It was a Valentine's Day festival on the football field. A stage was going to be set up for the students to perform on (an email for who to contact was written on the poster as well if one did want to show their talents and wasn’t in a class or a club for the said talents), stalls made in conjunction with the engineering school and the culinary school that will sell foods and other paraphernalia from around the world, games hosted by both the sports teams and the programming school, a whole outdoor gallery for the artists, and so much more!

Everyone had a part and that was just you.

You were always so caring and inclusive in such amazing ways that Taehyung was surprised that he was the only one who has fallen in love with you yet. The best part of it all? Couples got half off!

This was his chance to ask you out! He’d come up to you with some sort of finesse that he’d have to summon one way or another to impress you and you’d swoon and he’d have the most amazing girl on the campus as his date!

“Seriously? What the fuck Taehyung-ah! That is the dumbest thing I’ve heard. Ever.” Yoongi sighed through the recording booth’s external microphone while shaking his head, “And I’m Seokjin hyung’s roommate.”

“Was I talking to you? Wait-- I was talking aloud?” He asked, his surroundings coming back into focus as his eyes turned to focus on the microphone sitting right in front of him instead of Yoongi’s bleach blonde hair.

“Yeah, and because we were trying to record a song, it’s now on recording. Can you please focus on someone other than this ‘girl of your dreams’?” Namjoon said from where he sat next to Yoongi, “We have a project to finish.”

“Besides, have you even talked to her? She could kick puppies for fun. That’s a fetish, you know! I heard about it in a youtube scandal recently!” Yoongi added, his eyes going wide as if this was some large conspiracy.

“I’ll only try to focus if you stop hating on her.” Taehyung said with a pout, crossing his arms together. Y/N spent her entire summer helping kids in Africa learn, giving the town clean water, and building new homes. There was no way she was like that.

She was a literal angel.

“That’ll be easy, hyung… could you just not talk?” Namjoon asked Yoongi, a smug smile spreading onto his face as he spoke.

“Yeah!”

He had made it to the only lecture he shared with you early just to pick the seat on the right of you. There was a friend of yours who always sat to the left of you, but your right always had someone new sitting there who you’d never talk to so Taehyung knew that it would be open. He was ready for his chance to finally talk to you, to finally get in a four meter range of you (creepy sounding, but it’s not! He just notices these things.).

He had planned today down to a T.

He’d ask for a pencil from you shortly after the lecture started, be suave about it and all, slip in a tiny pick up line and a wink, and at the end of the class give it back with a sticky note attached with his phone number. You’d be so smitten with his smooth moves and text him right then and there, and THEN! His life with you would be set! You’d date for ten and a half months, move in together for both of your all’s final year as an undergrad (you were in a five year bachelors program while he was only in the normal four year masters program), be engaged before graduating, and marry and have kids exactly one year after both of you find the perfect job!

Only, today… when you came in you were talking with two other girls… who weren’t moving to sit elsewhere and undoubtedly wanted to sit together.

But Taehyung needed this seat! If he didn’t sit here today, for this exact class, the first day of the rest of his life wouldn’t start!

Luckily, the one of your friends merely sat in front of you instead of asking for his seat, and now he was closer to your adorable laugh than ever before. Being this close he could actually also hear the very-much-present gravily undertones that were in your voice that he couldn’t hear before.

It was… unexpected to say the least, but still amazing. He loved it and he love you, and he’d do anything for today to work.

Slowly he was working up the nerves to talk to you, to finally meet his soulmate.

His one and only.

“Hey, uhhhh…” He gently tapped your shoulder, shocks of cold skin hitting his hand in return.

You jumped and looked directly at him with wide eyes, “Y-y-yes? H-h-how ca-can I hel-help you?” It was the first time he actually got to look at you and it was… different to say the least. There was this strange lift in your lips that connected to a large scar and there were large patches of acne that disrupted your face’s natural structure.

“Uhhhhhh… can I borrow a pencil?” He asked, his mind completely blank of his entire plan as he watched you nod anxiously, your face seeming to redden in a blotchy manner before you jerkily moved to get a pencil and give it to him.

When he grabbed the pencil from your hand he accidentally touched it, its coldness making him want to shrivel up. Why were you so physically cold?

“Thank you.” He said quietly before looking back towards the front.

That went nothing like he expected it to go…

But he wasn’t sure if that was a blessing or a curse. Would he even want to date you at this point?

He couldn’t focus during his lecture and didn’t give you your pencil back.

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enjwrites · 6 years

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rating: T for swearing and mild emotional distress

word count: 2155

relationships: enjolras/grantaire

Enjolras tries to drive home. He gets about halfway there before tears well up in his eyes and he has to pull into a corner store’s parking lot. He shuts off his car and rests his head on the steering wheel as he tries to control his breathing.

He calls Combeferre.

“Enjolras? Wh- it’s three in the morning,” Combeferre says on the other line, voice raspy from sleep. “Are you okay?”

Enjolras takes in a deep breath before replying. “We fought.”

Courfeyrac chimes in, a little distant from the phone, it seems, but clear enough. “You two always fight.”

“I’m putting you on speaker,” Combeferre says.

“I know we always fight. We… I…” He takes in another breath, trying to focus on what he’s saying. “We didn’t really fight. I don’t think it was a real fight, anyway. He just…” And he chokes back a sob. His abdomen tightens and twists, though he doesn’t really notice; he can’t stop thinking of the uncertainty showing on Grantaire’s face - the hurt, the insecurity.

“I love him, guys.”

“We know.”

“He doesn’t.”

“Sure he does!” Courfeyrac’s voice lifts a few octaves. “Who else are you willing to get naked around?”

Combeferre shushes Courfeyrac. “Why do you think-”

“Because he... He said he loves me. And I fucking -” a choked sob, “I froze, god, I’m so fucking stupid.”

“So you froze, what’s the big deal -”

“He left, Courf. He got up and ran.” With a look of terror on his face.

“But you were at his apartment?”

“I have no fucking idea where he went, I checked the cafe and the bar, but he doesn’t wanna see me, I fucked it up, he thinks I’m -”

Combeferre shushes Enjolras, now. “Do you think you can come home? I’ll make some hot cocoa, and warm up that cake you liked so much.”

Not much of a phone conversation, Enjolras thinks, but agrees, and does his best to hold back tears as he drives back to the apartment he shares with Combeferre.

Combeferre is waiting with a blanket and a glass of cocoa, with a peppermint candy cane in it, and a place of warm cake on the coffee table.

“I froze,” Enjolras repeats. Combeferre lays a hand on his back comfortingly. Courfeyrac anxiously paces the living room.

“You froze. He ran.”

Enjolras hums. We’ve already been through this.

“He must have thought you were mad,” Combeferre says. His voice is soothingly even, that’s a talent of his - he can always manage to comfort Enjolras. “He jumps to conclusions, you know that. He must think you don’t feel the same -”

“God, I fucked it all up.��

“Try texting him?”

“I’d call him,” Courfeyrac interjects.

Combeferre nods. “Yeah, that, actually. What were you doing when he said it?”

“Cuddling, sort of? On the couch. We watched a movie.”

Enjolras, in all his anxiety, has already finished the cocoa and cake. Combeferre lets Enjolras rest his head on his shoulder. “I don’t think I could call him.”

Courfeyrac decidedly sits next to Enjolras on the couch, rubbing his shoulder sweetly - it’s been a while since Enj has needed this sort of comfort, but they fall into the rhythm quickly. “Enj, love, if I were you,” he sighs, “I’d give him his space. You know how stubborn he is.” Enjolras nods - once, Grantaire said, laughing, “I’m a Taurus, being stubborn is my job.” It was funny at the time. Enjolras can’t laugh, now. “You can text him. Let him know you’re not upset with him, tell him you were just shocked. He probably won’t read them, now, but he’ll read them later.”

Enjolras’s phone buzzes on the coffee table and Combeferre picks it up. “It’s from Bahorel,” He says, relieved, and shows Enjolras the screen.

Bahorel (3:47 AM): grantaire’s being an idiot rn

Another text comes in seconds later.

Bahorel (3:48 AM): listen dude i know he’s overreacting but… (Enjolras then opens his messages to see the full text.) you gotta let him know how you feel. i don’t know what happened but he’s freaking the fuck out

Bahorel (3:48 AM): he keeps saying you don’t love him and i know for damn sure that isn’t true

Bahorel (3:48 AM): just text him or something okay. he’s not mad i think he’s just sad

Bahorel (3:49 AM): luv you xx hope it works out

Enjolras huffs a little, wanting to smile at Bahorel’s instantly-nurturing nature.

You (3:50 AM): I’m going to give him some space, get some sleep. I’ll text him in the morning. Tell him that. I know he probably doesn’t want a text from me right now.

Bahorel (3:50 AM): he may not think he does but he does. he’s starting to pass out so yeah text him in the morning x

Enjolras falls asleep on his couch, and wakes up late. His eyes hurt; they’re swollen, from crying last night. He has a text from almost every one of his friends - he expected this, because Bahorel doesn’t know how to keep his mouth shut, neither does Courfeyrac, so between the two of them, everyone had to find out.

Jehan (6:23 AM): I heard what happened. You should text him. I can help you with that.

Marius (7:31 AM): hey i hope ur feeling ok

Cosette (7:46 AM): Call me later we need to talk

Eponine (8:09 AM): i’ll fucking kill you if you don’t patch things up with him i swear to god

Feuilly (9:45 AM): I’m here if you need to talk buddy :(

Bossuet (10:32 AM): Hey r is here he says you hate him? Did you fight? :( Talk to him soon he looks like he’s been crying.

Joly (10:34 AM): Come get your mans we all have work

Musichetta (10:40 AM): I’m taking the boys to work, if R isn’t out of here by the time I get off tonight, you’re getting the death penalty. I love him, but you need to work shit out.

Musichetta (10:41 AM): I love you, too, jsyk. Stop being stupid. Talk to him.

Courf (11:04 AM): hehy i had to leave for work but i will interrogate you on my break you need to talk to r he loves you n so do i you looked so sad. i hope ur feeling better. Gotta go in now love u xx

Combeferre (12:21 PM): You awake? I’m bringing burgers.

1-555-XXX-XXXX (12:42 PM): its gavroche i stole ur number off ponine i heard what happened im on the way to lunch rn so i cant talk but you better fucking talk to him

Gavroche (12:43 PM): u dont wanna get ur ass kicked by a teenager

Enjolras’s eyes water as he reads the next message.

R♥ (12:57 PM): hey sorry about last night. its cool if you wanna like . break up. i thought we were there and i was wrong. im sorry.

He locks his phone and tosses it onto the couch next to him, resting his head in his hands, willing away tears. He feels a warmth and a depression in the couch on the other side; Combeferre comes bearing a cheeseburger and hand-cut fries. “From that gelato place on 6th you like so much. I got gelato, too, but you were still asleep when I got home.”

Enjolras takes the place graciously, and notices that there’s already a cool glass of water on the coffee table for him. Can you be alive and still be made a saint? Enjolras thinks, idly, as he chews. His phone buzzes, and on instinct, he looks down at it.

R♥ (1:17 PM): you there?

R♥ (1:18 PM): i know i fucked up but the silent treatment still kinda sucks

Enjolras sighs deeply and sets his plate on the table, picking up his phone.

You (1:18 PM): Yeah, I’m here. Sorry. I slept late. Give me a minute, to type up what I want to say, okay?

You (1:19 PM): And I’m not mad. You didn’t fuck up.

R♥ (1:20 PM): you can say that but it’s not gonna change my mind.

Another deep sigh, and at that point, Combeferre squeezes Enjolras’s shoulder gently, then stands and goes to his bedroom.

It takes a minute to type it all up. He’s sure his food is getting cold. He doesn’t care.

You (1:31 PM): I’m sorry. I’m so, so fucking sorry. I froze. I didn’t know what to do, because I’m an idiot, and I’ve never felt anything like this before, it’s new, and I’m not used to not knowing what to do. You know that. So I froze. I fucked up, so badly. You deserve so much more than that. Grantaire, I don’t hate you. I don’t dislike you. I can’t get mad at you, or at least I can’t stay mad, because every time I see your face, I lose my ability to form words, you’re so fucking beautiful in a way I can’t begin to describe. And then you open your stupid mouth and even though you piss me off a lot I can’t be mad that you said anything because your voice is like fucking velvet and you drive me nuts every second you speak because I want to kiss you but that’ll make you stop talking. Please don’t ever stop talking to me. Listening to you talk is like reading the most interesting book in the world; the Library of Alexandria pales in comparison. You always say I’m an angel, but I think you’re confused, you’re so gentle and kind, behind all that sarcasm and bitterness is a sweetheart who just wants to see people smile; I’ve seen the way you are around kids and sometimes that makes me think maybe I want kids, I want kids with you, because you’re so fucking sweet to them it hurts. You’re so fucking talented, I’ve never cared for art or music but yours makes me feel in a way that makes Monet and Bach look like pussies. Just as a note: I can’t tell you what to do, but if you ever cut your hair, I think I’ll die, because you have the most beautiful hair in the world and I want to spend the rest of my life playing with it. Your eyes are so incredible and I know you see me staring sometimes, but you never comment on it, because you’re amazing like that, and I fucking love you, Grantaire.

You (1:32 PM): I love you so fucking much, and I froze, and I hurt you, but I want you to know that I love you.

You (1:32 PM): I don’t want you to ever think I don’t love you.

You (1:32 PM): I love you.

You (1:33 PM): And I’m well aware I’ve just written you a full-length novel. Sorry haha

Enjolras sees Grantaire typing for a second, then the dots disappear. They reappear again, then disappear - this repeats a few times before Enjolras actually gets a message.

R♥ (1:35 PM): holy shit

R♥ (1:35 PM): just

R♥ (1:36 PM): you made me cry you shithead

R♥ (1:36 PM): can you like. come over? Combeferre’s home on his lunch break right

You (1:36 PM): Yeah, let me get dressed, first. Give me, like, half an hour and I’ll be there.

R♥ (1:37 PM): ok

R♥ (1:37 PM): i love you

R♥ (1:37 PM): aaAAA i’m still nervous about saying that!!!!!!!!!!

You (1:38 PM): :’) Cute. I love you too.

R♥ (1:38 PM): !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Enjolras gets dressed in a rush, throwing on a band tee and those black jeans that Grantaire loves.

He gets to Grantaire’s place in 15 minutes flat.

He doesn’t even really need to knock on the door - Grantaire swings it open and pulls him into the apartment, kissing him fiercely, pushing him against the wall.

Enjolras lays his hands on R’s hips, while R lands one hand on Enjolras’s chest, the other cupping his cheek, rubbing gentle circles with his thumb.

When Grantaire pulls away, he’s panting, his cheeks are rosy and his eyes are watering. He stares up at Enjolras; there’s a heartbreaking uncertainty behind those eyes - he waits for Enjolras to speak. Enjolras rests his forehead against Grantaire’s, taking his hands in his own. Blue eyes meet deep brown, and for a moment, Enjolras is enchanted. Back to business, he thinks.

“Grantaire.” Grantaire hums in response, and holds up on of Enjolras’s hands to kiss his fingers. “I love you.”

There’s a shaky exhale. Then R is pulling Enjolras impossibly tight, burying his head in Enj’s shoulder, quivering as he whispers, “I love you so fucking much.” Enjolras can’t help but smile as he presses a kiss to Grantaire’s neck.

Well, that’s the shortest fight we’ve ever had, Enjolras thinks.

#enjoltaire #enjolras #grantaire #les mis #fanfiction

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so-hoseok · 6 years

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The New Kid (5)

genre: fluff

words: 2.5K

Previous Chapters: 1 2 3 4

The next few days sneaking around with Jungkook were the best days of my life so far. We had a tradition where every time it turned 1:30am we’d leave the house and go wherever the world was taking up. We’d sometimes end up at this ice cream place that’s open 24/7, sometimes we went into the city and looked at the lights, but my favorite of all was when one of us were stressed or upset we’d go to the hill we went to during our first date and just lay there and talk things through. He honestly has changed my life for the better, I just wish we wouldn’t have to be sneaking around. I want him to come over and watch movies on my couch while cuddling, or go on dates when the sun was out and more to do. We both knew it couldn’t be that way because of my issue with Veronica and his issue with his parents. If they knew he was sneaking out late at a night with a girl, they’d take away his college funds and everything. We made a pact that we would never tell anyone about anything we were doing to make 100% sure nothing came out. As well as, everytime the date would be over (sometimes around like 6am before we had to leave for school at 7am) he would always play the same song, Sam Smith’s “Way to Good At Goodbyes” as i opened the door and walked to my front door. He was super a nerd, he would have a frown on his face and wave goodbye slowly as he started to fake cry. He made me so happy, a different kind of happy no one else could make me. We still hadn’t put a label on what we were which was okay with me, kind of. I mean, I liked doing what we had been doing but it would be nice to be called “his girlfriend” from time to time. I opened my front door as I heard Jungkook’s daily goodbye song fade away behind me as he went to pull around to his house. I slowly shut the door and walked to the living room as quietly as I could since my mother would probably still be sleeping. I peeked into her room and saw that it was empty, my heart sunk. What if she had been watching Jungkook and me from the moment we left the neighborhood to just now when we parted ways. I shut her door and walked into the kitchen noticing a single light from the living room was on.

“Hey honey, why are you up so early?” My mother said. She was sitting on the couch with some coffee and a book she was reading.

“Why are you awake?” I ask back trying to sound like I had just woken up.

“I couldn’t sleep, for some reason, I felt really anxious. I went to your room to see if I could sleep with you but you weren’t there.” She says with a stern tone in her voice. I hadn’t heard her speak like that since before dad died. My heart started racing and my hands were getting sweaty, was this the first time I was going to get really bad in trouble? I had never gotten in trouble before besides the occasional mishap here and there that she handled calmly and didn’t punish me.

“I...I... went for a jog.” I said.

“You went for a jog at 4am?” She said confused.

“Yeah, I woke up and suddenly got the urge to get out of the house and I didn’t want to wake you up so I left without notice,” I said, if I was going to get in trouble, I’d want it to be a small reason and not running around with a boy.

“Oh, okay. I guess that’s fine then. But make sure I know next time, I don’t care if you wake me up. I’d rather be woken up by you then an ambulance saying you’re dead.” She says taking a sip of her coffee.

“Yes, of course, I’m sorry,” I said smiling at her before making my way back to my room to rush and get ready for school. I sat at my vanity wondering if I should even put on makeup. I looked like hell but I was too tired that the thought of doing so made me wanna scream and cry. All of a sudden this light started flashing towards my window directly into my eyes. I looked out the window and saw Jungkook sitting near his window with his flashlight. I went to text him but he started flashing the light even more to get my attention. He put down his flashlight and grabbed a piece of paper and a marker. He sat there for a good 5 minutes trying to figure out which way to write the words so that I could read them because the whole trying to write things backward is pretty challenging. He finally finished and held his paper up to the window.

“My dad saw me come in the house and took my phone away, this will have to do for communication.” The note read. I felt sorry for him, that was the one thing he did not want to happen and it did. His parents must’ve been furious at him. I quickly searched my room for a paper and pen and started to write my response to him.

“We can be like Taylor Swift and that random guy in her music video.” I wrote back. Jungkook started laughing as he was writing down something else.

“I’m sorry but I don’t think we can do these dates anymore, at least for the time being.” He wrote back. My heart shattered, I wouldn’t get to spend alone time with Jungkook anymore. For the past 4 days, that’s all I’ve ever thought about and what made me happy. But I guess I understand, I’d want him to understand the situation if the same thing were to happen to me.

“I understand, we can stick to talking this way if that’ll be better.” I wrote back. His face lit up from happiness. Before he could write Yoongi walked into his room. He stood there for a few seconds talking to Jungkook, they looked like they were having a fight. Yoongi kept making eye contact with me and pointing in my direction and Jungkook was flailing his arms around angrily. I decided to let them have their privacy and closed my blinds. I wondered what they were fighting about but most likely it was just normal brotherly fighting. I quickly took a shower and got ready for school as the exhaustion hit me. I couldn’t pick up my shampoo I was so tired. I had to get to school to see who made the team but I knew I couldn’t last all day without crashing in the middle of the hallway. After my shower, I did all the normal steps to getting ready and went downstairs.

“Hey mom, is it okay if I leave school a little early today? I’m just not feeling well.” I asked my mom.

“Do you feel sick?” She asked as she put some food on my plate for breakfast.

“No, I’m just really exhausted and feel burned out,” I told her. Which wasn’t a total lie, I was really exhausted from being out so late every night but she didn’t have to know that.

“Yeah, I guess it’s all right. Just make sure you don’t have any tests or anything coming up you’d need to be there for.” She said smiling at me. I ran over to her and gave her a thank you kiss on the cheek as I grabbed my waffle and ran out the door. I had left the house pretty early so I pulled out my phone and went to call Veronica to see if I could just come over for a little bit.

“Hey..” I looked up from my phone and saw Yoongi sitting on the edge of my porch like he had been waiting for me.

“Hey, what’s up?” I asked confused, why would he wait for me to talk to me when he had my number.

“I just wanted to ask you something, are you and my brother a thing?” He said. My blood rushed out of me from those words. I instantly got cold, if Jungkook had told him everything I’m going to be so angry at him. We promised each other it was going to be a secret.

“Why?” I asked.

“I saw that Jungkook had gotten home pretty late and heard my mom yelling at him. When I went to go ask him what happened I saw you guys talking through the windows.” He said looking down at the ground like he was upset or something.

“It was nothing honestly, I went out for a run and got lost and needed him to come to get me.” I lied.

“Oh okay, I guess that’s okay. Just be careful with my brother, he’s known to hurt girls and I don’t want you to do experience that.” He said back. I suddenly got angry, why would Yoongi say this about Jungkook. Sure he’s his brother and knows a lot more but he hasn’t seen the side of him like I have.

“You’re lying,” I said laughing at him angrily. Before Yoongi could respond, Veronica honked at me notifying me that she was here. I waved goodbye to Yoongi before running to the car and getting in.

“What was that about?” Amanda said.

“Nothing, I was helping him study and he needed a few last minute reviews before his test today.” I lied again. When did my life become one huge lie? Amanda nodded and turned back around as Veronica pressed on the gas. Halfway to school my phone vibrated killing the jam out session we were having since my phone was on the AUX.

Yoongi: I’m serious, be careful.

I ignored the message. He’s playing a game with me and I’m not here for it at all. I enjoy my time with Jungkook, he makes me feel like I’m the only girl in the world and that someone actually cares for me. I’m not going to listen to an outsider who doesn’t know what he is truly like. We get to school and all of us instantly run to the corkboard to see who had made the team. I knew I was going to make it so I wasn’t as nervous, It was tomorrow that I was nervous about. The day I find out if I made captain or not. By the time we had made it to the board, there was a whole group of girls standing in front of it. You heard an abundance of screams and tears as some made it and some did not. Veronica and Amanda grabbed my arm and pushed through the crowd to get to the front.

“OH, MY GOD!” Veronica yelled.

“HOLY SHIT!” Amanda screamed right behind her. I looked up to the board and scrolled through the names on the list, and did not see my name. My heart dropped and I felt tears coming on. What the hell did I do? I had made team for the past 2 years and now I’m getting kicked off, right when scouts are going to be looking at me at the games. I did one more sweep through the list of names going all the way down and there I was.

Emily Davis- Captain

I instantly screamed along with Veronica and Amanda. We all formed a big three person hug and were jumping up and down. I started to cry tears of joy. I wanted to basically run around the whole school jumping and screaming for joy. I had worked so hard for this opportunity and everything was falling into place in my life. I was captain of the team, my grades were better than ever, Jungkook and I were together. Life was amazing at this point. The bell rang signaling all of us to go to class, I did not want to. I wanted to run back home and celebrate with my mom or better yet, find Jungkook. We all parted our ways to go to class as I ran around the school trying to catch Jungkook before he went to his homeroom. I saw Yoongi walking into the school and immediately ran to him.

“Yoongi!! I got captain!!” I yelled jumping into his arms. I did not care if we weren’t friends at this point or that this was probably super awkward for him but I was so excited I needed to hug literally everyone.

“Oh my god Emily that’s amazing!!” He said back smiling super big.

“Where’s Jungkook, I have to tell him too,” I said looking behind him thinking Jungkook would be walking in as well.

“He went over to the soccer field to get in a few more goals before the first game this weekend, but Emily..”

“Thank you, I have to go tell him, I’ll see you tonight for another study session okay?” I said before running off to the field. I had 5 minutes before I had to get to class but I did not care at all, all I wanted was to see Jungkook and tell him the good news. By the time I had made it to the field, no one was there. I walked around the edge of the field thinking that I had missed him and would have to wait till later on in the day to tell him, but I couldn’t wait. I took one more look all around and saw someone leaning up against the entrance to the school. Maybe it was him. I ran over to the entrance and sure enough, it was him...and Sarah...with her hands in his hair… laughing and smiling. My heart dropped. This isn’t real, it’s probably not even him. Before I could say anything, Sarah noticed me.

“Oh hey, Emily! Congrats on captain! I guess we’ll be together a lot this season since I’m captain for JV.” She said causing the boy to turn around suddenly at the hearing of my name. Sure enough, it was Jungkook. He looked shocked and sad as he connected his eyes with mine.

“T...Thanks, I..uh...I better get going.” I said fast walking past them. I heard Jungkook call my name from behind me but I kept walking and ignoring it. I could feel the tears wanting to escape my eyes with every step I took. I finally decided to make my way to the bathroom instead of first period to let out all of my emotions in the privacy of a stall. Before I could turn the corner, my arm was jerked back which forced me to turn around. Jungkook had caught up with me.

“It’s not what it looked like.” He said looking down at me.

“No, I get it honestly. You got tired of sneaking around with me and decided you wanted something real. I understand.” I said trying to escape his hold. It only got tighter.

“You’re an amazing girl Emily and you know..”

“Just stop it okay? Save yourself the embarrassment.” I said escaping his hold finally and making my way around the corner, back on my path to the bathroom.

“Emily…” I heard from behind me. I turned around and saw Veronica standing where I was before with Jungkook. Oh shit.

“Hey..” I said walking towards her. She looked angry and sad all at once, I hadn’t seen her like this since she was dumped by her ex-boyfriend last year.

“Sneaking around…” She said shaking her head at me as a single tear fell from her eyes.

“V I can explain,” I said running over to her. She put her hand out to signal me to stop.

“No, let me explain. We made a promise, dibs is dibs and nothing changes that. You lied to me, you lied to Amanda. That’s not what friends do.” She said as more tears started flowing out. I started to cry as well, I never meant for any of this to be the way it was. I never wanted any of this to happen. Today was suppose to be a good day, the best day of the year. Before I could say anything, Veronica turned around and started walking away from me. It was like every step she took shattered my heart even more than how it already was. I really screwed things up. Jungkook, Veronica, Amanda, hell maybe even my own mother. These were all things that weren’t supposed to happen and they did and it doesn’t even feel real. This feels like it’s all something I’m dreaming of. I can’t just wake up from this, this isn’t a dream. It’s reality.

#bts #bts imagines #yoongi imag #jungkook imagine #jeon jungkook #jungkook fan fiction #yoongi fan fiction #bts fan fiction #kpop imagine #kpop fan fiction #min yoongi #jungkook #bts suga #bts jungkook #bts jeon jungkook #bts min yoongi #bts yoongi

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eviipaiadin · 6 years

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12. Your in game inside jokes/memes/catchphrases and where they came from.

There’s a reason I tag our campaign as ‘Dungeons & Shitposting’. But here’s a list of all the dumb in-jokes I’ve had over my years of playing and running games. (Under a read more because it’s a lot)

D&D 4e or ‘OTK the Campaign’

“Bards are just better warlords!”

“I’m working with this really cool archfey. She’s kinda underground, you’ve probably never heard of her.”

Raviel Thade, Door-to-Door Raven Queen Salesperson

“...You never said that your Vicious Mockery was dealing non-lethal damage to the cow...”

“I’m a paladin, right? That means these villagers respect me, right?”

“...And there goes the halfling, hoping to hitchhike to meet some competent adventurers...”

Homestuck 4e or ‘I Am The Only Person In This Damn Campaign That Doesn’t Know No Houseglueds’

“Evii, do you have a +1 in any stat at all?”

“His name is literally ‘Villain’. I ain’t trusting him.”

Pokemon Religion vs Fusion Science

“Why are you guys laughing so hard? All I did was push him down some stairs.”

Legends or ‘The Origins of Captain Creig Cornswaggle, the Courageous Commander of The Cruel Craven and Co-Owner of The Crow’s Call’

Literally anything about Captain Creig Cornswaggle, the Courageous Commander of The Cruel Craven and Co-Owner of The Crow’s Call

“Diplomancy: Friendship Really is Magic.”

“...And then I stuck her with my shadow sword!” | “Is that what kids are calling it nowadays?”

“Ew, I can’t believe you’re into dead people.” | “For the last time, I’m a necroMANCER not a necroPHILIAC!”

Gregory the goblin head

“No, we are not selling the avatar of god into slave labour.” | “BUT THINK OF THE PROFITS THAT COULD BE USED FOR ORPHANAGES, GERARD! YOU LOVE THAT WEIRD GOODY-TWO-SHOES SHIT, RIGHT?!”

“If you’re gonna threaten us to kill something for you and you’re that tough, do it your damn self.”

“Voice is a privilege reserved for the GM and the GM alone. You players peasants must use text.”

“I can’t fucking believe the fate of the world once again rests in the hands of the two (2) short ones.”

“No, you cannot build a mountain of corpses to escape. I’M RAILROADING YOU SO I CAN REINTRODUCE A PLAYER CHARACTER. STOP BEING DIFFICULT.”

“I surrender, suckers.”

“My pirate gear is the HEIGHT of fashion. Keep your stinkin’ tux to yourself.”

Fate or ‘Evii Makes a Weird Character for Extended Pun Purposes’

Peter ‘Pan’ Handel

“He’s 50% man, 50% goat, 50% alligator.”

“You still sound Russian. Gimme some more vodka, maybe that’ll fix it.”

(It was a single very short session so not much memes there, unfortunately.)

World of Darkness or ‘Deadbeat Dirty Drug Cop and Rich Kid with a Penchant for Speed Ruin Everything at Record Speed’

“I slap him with the mummy hand.”

“How many levels do I need to put into [stat] before I can dual-wield shotguns?”

“How many sanity points does it cost for me to make a one-liner here?”

“We might not have a silver bullet. But maybe there’s enough silver in the five hundred (500) bullets we pumped into him to do the trick.”

“I can’t believe our most powerful ally is a devil hooker.”

Pokemon Tabletop Adventures 1 or ‘Lie Detector is Overpowered’

“Your character is [age between 20-55]? None of these tokens work for that.”

“I attempt to read the sign.” | “It says [whatever’s on the sign].” | “HEY GUYS, THE SIGN SAYS [whatever’s on the sign]!”

“My ahegao is a built-in lie detector.” | “YOUR WHAT?!” | “You know, the dumb single standing up hair.” | “THAT’S NOT WHAT AHEGAO MEANS, EVII!!”

“I believe in my Shuppet. So that means it does an extra... 8d6 damage.” | “Fuck off.”

Pokemon Tabletop Adventures 2 or ‘Who Let Me Be In Charge?!’

Bipen begins.

“Oh no, not Bidoofs!”

“...So you killed her Charmander.” | “OOPS!”

D&D 5e 1 or ‘The Wheatley Featherstep Saga’

Another character that exists for Evii to make bad puns

“Kaiser is the best and the strongest and can beat Baphomet with two (2) arms tied behind her back.”

Decibel the definitely-a-drow

Owly the owl

“So you can’t actually roll low enough to be hit by the aftermath explosions from these things...”

Decibel dying and immediately being reincarnated by a giant magic thing

Wheatley banishing Baphomet and all the demons back to the Abyss by accident, saving Kaiser and also kicking off the Wedding Crashers Arc

Wheatley’s Double Death Room

Wheatley, Lawful Good Monk, befriends local Chaotic Evil vrock

Wheatley adopts a fire snake after being complicit in murdering her family (oops!)

Halfling Lucky can’t save you if you roll a billion 1s in a row

Sultan of Many Titles vs Chiyoko of Many Titles+1

“You know, if you had actually had the Deck of Many Things on your person, you would’ve auto-won the encounter.”

“Why can’t I beat an 11 on Insight checks?!”

D&D 5e 2 or ‘Dungeons & Shitposting’

“Salith has the strongest drow fists in existence.”

“She has a tentacle rod and we are ending the conversation there.”

“Bitch!”

[Arceusawful Russian accent] “What do you call dark elf who cannot swim?”

Kana the NPC slayer

“For the Sea Mothah!” [fish slap]

“I fucking hate spiders.” | “I fucking love spiders!” (These two (2) characters are now dating.)

The Nature Society has made lumberjacking illegal.

Everything about Nappa/Cabbage, really

“’Allo! My name is, ‘ow you say, Ree Asho!”

The Cavalry

I am kana man 410,757,864,530 DEAD KOBOLDS

“Hey Frank”

Speedrunning the campaign

“Look you guys, the beholder isn’t even at full power!”

Potion of Good Performance (not actually a sex thing!)

A traditional derro and kuo-toa burial

“The tree did it!”

The Messenger’s Guild

The Cyrus is Framed and No One has Fun for at Least Five (5) Sessions Arc

The Return of Bipen (”I’m a Dragon~!”)

The Return of Captain Creig Cornswaggle, the Courageous Commander of The Cruel Craven and Co-Owner of The Crow’s Call

The Tomb of Pharaoh Phasulias, Home of Pharaoh Phasulias

Demon lycanthropy is extra bad lycanthropy

Torchguard Commander Rickert is tired, grumpy, but kinda hot (at least to Navi)

“You’re Linda!!” (can’t remember if that was the right name)

The We Kinda Got Invited to a Wedding But Only a Few of Us are Still Playing the Characters that Knew the NPCs Getting Married so the Impact is Greatly Lessened as a Result Arc

Yoil Kreth and the Mechanized Execution Combative Heavy Axe (MECHA for short)

Oh Boy More Travelling NPCs We Really Don’t Care About

My awful impressions of Cyrus and Bipen when their players aren’t around

Fluffy is a Good BoyTM

Themberchaud the Fat Cat Dragon

Thesmachaud is buff, scary, but kinda hot (at least to Kana)

“Oh god we killed Buppido!”

“Your demon sense senses a billion (1,000,000,000) demons.”

D&D 5e 3 or ‘Evil Squad’

>hags

The Conch Horn Plan

Mr. Skeletal the First to Mr. Skeletal the Third

Magnifying glass

Portable ram

KOTA WE’RE ALL DUMBASSES JUST TELL US THE FUCKING ANSWER

“GIVE ME BACK KUBAZAN!” | “HE’S MINE, YOU GAVE HIM UP!”

“Okay, I am not gonna put my hand back in that hole.”

“OUR GODDESS WAS A 2WHO?!” (Related: “IS THAT A 2WHO?!”)

Thanks, druid friend, for your important contributions

“Leviathan!” | “It’s Laevaetaen!” | “Laeviathan!”

D&D 5e Mini or ‘I Miss You, Hug-Hug’

“Fuck you, I’m muting my mic for the rest of this session.”

Hug-Hug being the cutest lil gobbo ever

The Ten Billion (10,000,000,000) Hour Sacrifice Debate Room

D&D 5e 4 or ‘I Hate Time Travel’

:rasande_confused:

Soul micromanaging everyone’s characters

:salazar_dark:

“Keep the fisting to a minimum, my monkish friend.”

Barin, Champion of Booze

[insert ff14 realm reborn cutscene instead of narration here]

“Wait, our group is the one (1) that best understands this plot?!”

D&D 5e 5 or ‘Spooky Shadowfell Scures’

John ‘Thicccc’ Taric

“I have a very sharp shovel.”

[goggles that make you have night vision]

“Form of...!”

i’m missing some smaller one-shots and stuff but i can’t think of any major memes to come from them

#Evii plz #dovahheim #noted that this is very heavily biased in favour of my characters #cuz i'm egotistical like that

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forsythefrontier · 7 years

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Get to know me better! :D

Rules: Answer these 92 statements and tag 20 people

Requested by:@ goodknightz

I don’t know who to tag, but I thought this would still be fun to do! (sorry it took so long to get to, but tumblr lags my computer and I wanted to wait to do this to distract myself from doing other things.

Ready? Set? Go!

THE LAST: 1. Drink: Iced coffee. *slirp* 2. Phone call: Mom 3. Text message: A group convo of friends that wouldn’t shut up while I was trying to watch the IT trailer. 4. Song you listened to: Living In Your Eyes- L’arc En Ciel on my spotify. 5. Time you cried: Last Saturday over some family stuff. HAVE YOU: 6. Dated someone twice: No 7. Kissed someone and regretted it: Nope 8. Been cheated on: I sure as hell hope not or else someone is in trouble. 9. Lost someone special: That’s how life works. 10. Been depressed : Well considering that I’ve gone to the doctor for it... 11. Gotten drunk and thrown up: More times than I would like, especially when I was 21 on New Years .lol But that never stopped me from doing the same thing over again several times.

LIST 3 FAVORITE COLORS: 12-14: Lavender, Orange, and black IN THE LAST YEAR HAVE YOU: 15. Made new friends: Oh yeah, and they’ve been a great bunch of guys. I call some of them my “bras from another ma”. XD 16. Fallen out of love: Kinda? I liked this one guy, but not sure how I feel now. 17. Laughed until you cried: An old lady told me not to get into trouble and I told her, while looking out into the distance, “Trouble calls my name.” She then said that I’m the least troubled person she has ever met and called me a marshmallow. I didn’t laugh that much, but I was definitely crying when I left to my car. 18. Found out someone was talking about you: When hasn’t that happened to me? 19. Met someone who changed you : The new guy friends I have are great, making me more comfortable not to give a fuck. 20. Found out who your friends are: Kind of. 21. Kissed someone on your Facebook list: Yep... Do family count too?

GENERAL: 22. How many of your Facebook friends do you know in real life: All of them. I don’t add people unless they ask for it face to face. 23. Do you have any pets: My roommates have two dogs, Mocha and Mitty. 24. Do you want to change your name: I’m ok with my name, but I wouldn’t mind changing it to Steve if I ever made that kind of decision. 25. What did you do for your last Birthday: Took in some alcohol into theater to see A Pet’s life and Nerve. Funny enough, it was a place that served alcohol, but you know, too expensive. 26. What time did you wake up: 8:15am 27. What were you doing at midnight last night: Trying to take care of a major headache that wouldn’t go away. 28. Name something you can’t wait for: Making a comic that I will actually complete 29. When was the last time you saw your mom: A couple weeks ago on my aunt’s birthday. 30. What is one thing you wish you could change in your life: I can’t choose just one, but I’ll go with becoming a millionaire by now. . 31. What are you listening to right now: CreepyMcPasta’s readings of his June 2016 compilation of creepypasta stories.. 32. Have you ever talked to a person named Tom: Yeah, I had a friend’s who’s dad was named Tom, and then in high school I had a friend who was a Tom. 33. Something that is getting on your nerves: Roommates. 34. Most visited website: Probably Youtube or Tumblr. 35. Mole/s: Yeah, I have a couple on my back. 36. Mark/s: Hey goodknightz, remember when you accidentally pushed me forward from almost ten years ago? I still have weird red bruised looking marks on my foot. 37. Childhood dream: I’ve always wanted to be an artist. It was between animator or comicbook artist, which is still my dream. 38. Hair color: Pink and dirty blonde. I need to recolor it soon. 39. Long or short hair: It’s shoulder’s length, but I want to make it shorter. 40. Do you have a crush on someone: Kinda? I haven’t seen him much since the semester ended, but who knows. 41. What do you like about yourself: I’m a little wiser than some people, and I’m pretty good with puzzles and solving stuff. 42. Piercings: Used to, on my ears and eyebrow. The eyebrow sort of merged out so I need to get it re-pierced. 43. Blood type: A+ 44. Nickname: Stephy, and Steph. 45. Relationship status: Single ;~; 46. Zodiac: Leo 47. Pronouns: she/her, but I don’t mind he/him or they/them. 48. Favorite TV Show(s): Currently it’s Steven Universe, Sense 8, American Horror Story, and Bojack the Horseman 49. Tattoos: Just one. It’s of the crest Hinata from Naruto wears on her jacket when she’s young. The tattoo is on my left wrist. 50. Right or left hand: I’m right handed. 51. Surgery: Never had one. 52. Hair dyed in different color: Starting when I was 16 to 18 I always died it black, but then about 22 I started dying it every chance I get. It’s been a variaty of blue, green, purple, black, pink, and blonde. 53. Sport: I played softball when I was a kid. 54. ??? This number was missing so… let me invent one. Random interesting fact about yourself, go!: My favorite pokemon game is Ruby because I won it from a Kids WB giveaway. My mom was annoyed because it was right after easter and I tore up my brother’s letter to the easter bunny and was supposed to be in trouble for it. 55. Vacation: Do they actually exist? I thought those were only in legends. 56. Pair of trainers: I actually had no idea what this meant so I’ll just go with pokemon trainers. Ace trainer and the lolita looking, fairy type ones.

MORE GENERAL : 57. Eating: Chewing gum. 58. Drinking: Just my iced coffee. 59. I’m about to: Work on a comic I want to finish 61. Waiting for: Tomorrow to go out for pizza. 62. Want: To be the very best, like no one ever was. 63. Get married: Sure, if the timing and person are good. 64. Career: I want to work with cartoons or comics, but for now I’m an in home care provider for thee old ladies.

WHICH IS BETTER: 65. Hugs or kisses: Hugs, although I still feel awkward with them. 66. Lips or eyes: Eyes. 67. Shorter or taller: Around the same height as me. 68. Older or younger: Don’t really care as long as they’re not too young or too old. 70. Nice arms or nice stomach: I honestly don’t know. 71. Sensitive or loud: Depends, but I’m leaning towards loud since that’s what I’m used to. 72. Hook up or relationship: Relationship. 73. Troublemaker or hesitant: Troublemakers are fun, as long as they don’t get caught and aren’t in any deep shit. HAVE YOU EVER : 74. Kissed a Stranger: Yep. At a Halloween party I kissed a guy dressed up as Gumby. 75. Drank hard liquor: Yeah, but I have to chase it down with something sweet. 76. Lost glasses/contact lenses: Yep. 77. Turned someone down: Yeah, a couple times. 78. Sex on the first date: Nope. 79. Broken someone’s heart: Yeah. 80. Had your heart broken: Yeah, but I got over it. 81. Been arrested: No, not yet. 82. Cried when someone died: I had an aunt that just died back in November, and we all saw it coming, but I still cried. 83. Fallen for a friend: Only way for me to like someone. DO YOU BELIEVE IN: 84. Yourself: Sometimes. 85. Miracles: Yeah. 86. Love at first sight: I’m sure it happens for other people, but I don’t think that’ll ever happen to me so I’m “meh” on the matter. 87. Santa Claus: Not since yesterday. 88. Kiss on the first date: I guess? Depends on who the person is and how the date went.

OTHER : 90. Current best friend name: My bras from another ma. 91. Eye color: Green 92. Favorite movie: For the longest time it was The Green Mile, but my guilty pleasure is The Last- Naruto the Movie because of my fave ship naruhina.

#tagged #myself

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sheepydraws · 7 years

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And So They Lived (5/6)

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4

Hair. That’s what it was. Soft dark hair that smelled like citrus and baby powder.

Odd felt like a fancy coffee maker, awareness dripping back into him one thought at a time. His face was buried in Elizabeth’s hair, one of his arms looped around her waist. He couldn’t feel the other one, so he assumed it was crushed between them somewhere. Pinkish-grey light filtered in around them, and eventually Odd remembered that it was a Tuesday morning and that he would have to get up at one point or another. He took a deep breath before detaching himself from Elizabeth to find out what time it was.

She stirred and then rolled over onto her back, blinking up at him sleepily. Her hair was everywhere. In her eyes, curled around her shoulders, spread over her pillow case. She stretched and Odd realized that at some point in the night she had divested herself of her bra. She smiled at him, and she looked so soft and warm that Odd felt himself leaning back towards her. He didn’t want to know what time it was. He wanted to stay like this.

Odd found himself directly over Elizabeth, their noses almost touching.

She kissed him.

It was the longest, gentlest kiss of Odd Della Robbia’s life. He might have stopped breathing in an effort to prolong it. It was worth it to feel the softness of her lips, the way she cradled the back of his head in her hand, keeping him close. Later he would be able to recall her room slowly getting brighter as the sun rose further in the sky, turning the room from grey to gold.

Odd wasn’t sure when they stopped, just that at some point he was gazing into Elizabeth’s eyes instead of kissing her.

“I guess you should go.” She whispered.

“Yeah.”

Their lips met again, and hers slid open. Her tongue tentatively touched his, and then shied away. She broke the kiss, laughing slightly. Odd laughed too. Neither of them wanted to admit that they had no idea what they were doing—Kissing wise, or in the grand scheme.

Odd kissed her cheeks, her forehead, her jaw. She caught his face and kissed him one last time before he slowly extracted himself. His feet took him back to his room to change and start the day, but his mind stayed with her. He went through his classes in a daze, the scent of her skin still on his.

“Has Yumi texted you?” Ulrich asked in the hall between bio and math.

Odd checked his phone. “No. Why?”

Ulrich waved his hand in front of Odd’s face. “Hello? Anybody home? Did you not notice that she isn’t at school today?”

Odd blinked once, slowly. “Oh. Yeah. Huh. Maybe she’s sick.”

“I guess.” Ulrich looked down at his phone one more time before it exploded into vibrations and singing. He jumped and nearly dropped it, fumbling as Odd’s phone began to do the same.

It was a group text, and they skipped math, as advised, to go meet in the woods by the manhole that hid the tunnel to the factory. Ulrich and Odd were the first ones there, and they fidgeted in the cold for a few minutes, rubbing their arms and stamping their feet to keep warm.

“You think we should block these up?” Odd asked, tapping the manhole cover with his foot.

Ulrich shrugged. “It doesn’t matter. It’s not like any kids could go down there and get into any more trouble then we did.”

Odd shuddered, suddenly glad that the supercomputer was in pieces in Jeremie’s room and not where a couple of bored kids could find it.

“Hey,” Jeremie said as he jogged up to them, “What’s going on?”

“No idea.” Ulrich scrolled back through the texts. “I guess something really good happened?”

“Hope so.” Jeremie said.

For a split second panic slammed into Odd, but then disappeared. XANA is dead.

A few minutes later Aelita arrived. “I think it has to do with the factory.” She said, and dread pooled in Odd’s stomach again. He laughed so loudly everyone stared at him.

“It can’t have to do with the factory.” He said, as though the were the crazy ones.

Jeremie opened his mouth, but then they heard someone running towards them, the thud thud thud of their footsteps slowly getting louder.

“You won’t believe what just happened.” Yumi said as she skidded to a halt in the clearing. “My mom just sold the factory.”

Aelita laughed. A short, normal laugh. “Really?”

Just before summer ended Yumi had finally managed to track down the deed to the factory. It had taken two trips to city hall and a lot of chatting up the secretary there, but she didn’t stop until the information was hers. Aelita had thought that it was owned by the government rather than her father, and she had been almost right. Perhaps to bury their tracks, perhaps because it was easier, the deed for the factory, or, more accurately, the land it stood on, was owned by the school board. They had either forgotten about it or been made to, but Yumi convinced her mother to send them an e-mail, stressing how dangerous it was to have an abandoned factory, probably full of rusty metal and asbestos, so near a school. Someone might be prompted to sue someday. The board had e-mailed her back, asking her opinion on the matter as a real estate agent and concerned parent. Her opinion had been to sell.

“Who bought it?” Jeremie asked.

“Hotel people. It’s right by the water in a pretty secluded area. They think they could make a resort out of it or something.”

“Yeah,” Odd said, “In 2025, right?”

Yumi ignored his sarcasm. “Maybe, but they said they want the factory torn down by the end of the year.”

“You’re kidding.” Jeremie said.

“They don’t exactly need a through inspection to demolish it.” Yumi said with a shrug, before noticing the shock on everyone else’s face. “What?”

“I guess I feel kind of like they’re tearing down Kadic.” Jeremie said. Odd could see that his thumb was working circles into one of the scars on his wrist. “I mean, school sucks, XANA sucked, but it’s hard to imagine it just being over.”

“Well, it will be.” Yumi said, though her tone was more solemn now. “Next semester they’re gonna hand us a diploma, and shake our hands, and that’ll be it. It’ll just be over.”

No one mentioned that for Yumi it was already supposed to be over, though it was at the forefront of their minds. When XANA went nuts last year they all let school slide, and that would have been fine if not for one scheme of XANA’s that involved earthquakes. A teacher died before they even reached Lyoko, and Jeremie knew as he virtualized Odd, Ulrich, and Aelita that he wouldn’t have the heart to input Return to the Past. They had learned the hard way that the dead stayed dead, no matter what. Worse, to outsiders they just seemed to drop dead without any explanation. Everyone would say that one moment they were fine, the next dead.

Yumi was left to deal with things at Kadic, and having so much experience with disasters she was the calmest one on campus till a shelf full of textbooks fell on her leg. As she was brought into an ambulance she never imagined that she would actually make it to the hospital. She watched the window, calmly waiting to be engulfed by white light. At least as she told it. She may have been calm because they had already given her something for the pain, and not because she had so much faith in Jeremie.

Either way she spent five full minutes cursing him out while she was still in the hospital, siting up in her bed, hooked up to two different machines. After that she refused to see him again until she could stand up and punch him in the face. Their friendship and her leg eventually recovered, but her massive absence, plus the classes she had already missed and the tests she had failed added up to the school telling her parents that they couldn’t, in good faith, let her graduate.

Odd remembered going to visit her in the hospital with Ulrich. The door to her room had been open and they had been just about to turn into it when they heard what her mother was saying.

“I suppose you feel smart now.” She said, her tone not joking, but not accusatory either. Resigned.

“I saved us some money.” Yumi replied. Her voice was weak, probably from yelling at Jeremie a few days earlier.

There was a pause, but the two boys hung back.

“I’m sure there’s an idiom about this that I can’t remember. Doing something stupid, and then it turns out to be a great idea.”

“I told you I might want to take a year off after high school.”

“Might.” Her mother snapped. “I was hoping you’d get accepted somewhere, get excited about it, and run right off.” She took a deep breath which might have been meant to calm her, but it came out as a sigh. “I just didn’t want you bumming around home with those kids anymore.”

Ulrich and Odd both startled when angry Japanese began spilling out of the room. Odd had no idea if Yumi was defending them, or just cursing her mother out as badly as Jeremie.

Either way he whispered, “Why don’t I wait for you in the cafeteria.” To Ulrich and tried to bail.

Ulrich grabbed him by the wrist. “I am not facing that alone.” He said as he dragged Odd into the room with him.

“Would you have stayed behind if you hadn’t broken your leg?” Odd asked Yumi.

She looked surprised at the abrupt topic change. “I don’t know.”

“Why do you ask?” Aelita said.

Odd tried to think of a reason, because he knew there was one. There was a weight on his tongue, something both important and impossible to say.

“I don’t know.” He managed after an eternity of being stared at. “I was just wondering.”

“Ignore him.” Ulrich said to Yumi, “He’s been weird all day. I don’t think he slept last night.”

“I slept.” Odd said.

Ulrich’s eyes narrowed. “Where?”

“He wasn’t in your room?” Aelita asked, the picture of innocence. As though the only time she was in Jeremie's room all night was when she had passed out over a circuit board.

“He waltzed in just before breakfast. To change his clothes.”

Odd Della Robbia was an amazing liar. Flawless. He could tell his teachers one thing, his parents another, and underclassmen a completely different tale and keep them all straight while still being believable.

As his friends stared at him his mind went so blank he forgot how to breathe.

“He’s been doing that a lot lately.” Ulrich continued.

“Only because you have Yumi over all the time.” Odd sputtered.

“Not only then.”

“That’s not true.” Odd said as he shuffled through his memories. Was there a cohesive explanation for his absences? He tried to put the days together in a straight line, but he couldn’t even remember when he had first started hanging out with Elizabeth. Okay, that would be when he brought her the apology gifts. Not the day they fought each other, that didn’t really count, and he had since deleted the text she sent him that day, so he wasn’t sure where he would find the date.

His days were a blur. He went to school every day, did his homework, and then a weekend would happen. Rinse with snarky comments swapped with his friends. Repeat. This was the first time he had skipped class in months. Not that some days he didn’t want to, but there wasn’t a reason anymore. There never seemed to be a reason to do much of everything.

Silence settled around Odd, the kind that happens after someone asks a question and fails to get a response.

“What?” He said.

Ulrich put his hands up. “I just asked what you’d been doing.”

“The library.” Odd said, and even to him it was a pathetic lie. “I go to the library.”

“Doesn’t it close at midnight on Mondays?” Yumi asked.

“Yup.” Jeremie said.

Odd tried to laugh in a way that would diffuse the situation, so of course it came out off-pitch and hysterical. “You’re all acting like I’m doing drugs or something.”

Aelita, sweet, gentle Aelita, said, “We were just wondering what you’ve been doing, we’re not trying to interrogate you.”

Was he overreacting? Oh god, did he looked guilty?

Judging by the looks on everyone’s faces: Yes.

“Are you doing drugs?” Jeremie asked, reaching for Odd tentatively.

Odd’s mind filed with the scent of Elizabeth’s hair. He shook Jeremie off. “This isn’t an after school special.” He snapped. “There aren’t even any alleys for dealers to jump out of.” He wasn’t sure if that was meant to be a joke, but nobody laughed.

Odd turned as though he was going to head back to school. “I have to get to math.” He said.

“She won’t let you in twenty minutes late,” Ulrich said, grabbing Odd by the arm. “We just want to know if you’re okay.”

“I’m fine!” Odd said, in the least fine way anyone has ever said those two words, and broke into a run. He wasn’t sure if he expected them to chase him or not, but he ran like a pack of wolves might be on his tail and not his friends.

His friends for fucks sake. The best friends he’d ever had. He’d fought wars with these people, and suddenly he couldn’t even tell them about kissing a girl he liked?

What did it matter? It wasn’t like his last name was Montegue. They wouldn’t crucify him for it. Probably. Maybe.

It wasn’t Elizabeth who was the problem, it was the fact that he had felt safer going to her than his friends. That he felt safer with her period. He’d known her the exact same amount of time, but she wasn’t tied up in all his memories of XANA, wasn’t tainted by them. She bore no scars. As far as she knew, she had never feared for her life. She was just another girl trying to make it through high school and then be an adult.

It was intoxicating. Odd couldn’t remember being that carefree. He couldn’t remember what used to scare him most before it was a few rings with some lines coming out of them. When he was with Elizabeth he didn’t worry about death, he worried about which movie they would watch, and if he would be able to make any decent jokes about it. Memories of her face screwed up in pain didn’t hang around like a dark cloud whenever he talked to her.

He didn’t realize where he was headed till he was on the bridge. He almost stopped to laugh, but he wasn’t sure what would come out of him if he opened his mouth. It was probably a pavlovian reaction. Scared and full of adrenaline? Go to the factory. As though a solution would be there, as simple as a wash of white light.

He pulled up short when he saw the chains.

They crisscrossed the main entrance, which was now covered by a sheet of plywood. Odd weighed the padlock in his hand. It left grime marks on him when he dropped it. He had been thinking that the new owners put it up, but it had to have been Yumi’s mother. Of course, he could just bash the wood in, but that would be trespassing.

The earth shifted under Odd’s feet. The factory wasn’t theirs anymore.

Time moved so fast. Odd wasn’t sure when the sun set, or how he got back on campus, or what on earth he was doing in the woods, but there he was. Spread out under a tree. He was trying to think, but he had been thinking for hours. His gaze was on the stars, but there was nothing mystical about them. They were just a tangle of shitty old christmas lights. He could see his breath and feel the cold seeping through his clothes, but he didn’t want to move. His feet hurt. He knew he had been walking this whole time, just trying to put it all together.

He had forgotten what ‘it’ was.

He woke to someone calling his name. He lifted his head, but then sank back down. He was groggy and aching, as though he had only slept for a few moments. He couldn’t feel his face. His whole head could have fallen off and he wouldn’t have notice. He twitched his fingers to make sure they were still attached.

He heard his name again, louder. He considered answering, but he didn’t want to deal with it. Whoever it was was probably real pissed at him.

Elizabeth burst through a clump of bushes and nearly tripped over Odd. She didn’t fall, but she did accidentally give Odd a solid kick in the ribs. He yelped and scrambled to a sitting position.

“Odd!” She screamed. She fell to her knees and grabbed him by the shoulders. “Are you alright?” She peered into his face, trying to asses his condition in the low light.

“I’m fine. I was taking a walk.”

Elizabeth’s hands fell from his shoulders, and he immediately missed their warmth. “A walk.” She deadpanned. “For eight hours. With nothing but a sweatshirt in this weather.”

“I wasn’t cold. I was walking.”

“You were lying down!” Elizabeth took a deep breath and managed to calm down. “Odd, everyone’s been looking for you. I found your phone by the front gate and gave it to Ulrich. He got really freaked out and told me you just ran off before third period.”

“We were all skipping third period!” Odd said. “Yumi’s mom sold the factory and she dragged us out of class to tell us.” 

“Yumi’s mom?” Elizabeth held up her hand and shook her head, “Wait, what factory?”

Odd stared at her. “The one across the bridge by the river.”

Silence.

“The huge abandoned one.”

Elizabeth blinked. “Is that what that is? A factory? I always kind of thought it was a gutted mall or something.”

Images of Elizabeth standing in the factory flashed through Odd’s mind. Sneaking around, screaming her head off, stepping into a scanner pod. Suddenly envy struck and burned white hot in his belly. She knew, she’d seen it, but she didn’t remember. And he had felt sorry for her. Poor Sissi, walking around in a fog, unaware of how the world really worked, cursed to always be on the cusp but never have a true grip on her reality. As though she—the thought flew through his mind before he could stop it—as though she thought her life consisted of being downloaded to a computer to fight super villains.

“What’s so important about the factory?” Elizabeth asked.

Words clogged Odd’s throat. XANA—end of the world—my best friends—

“I’m scared.” He whispered. It was the only thing that would make sense to her.

“Of what?” Her voice was surprisingly soft. She moved her arm and for a moment Odd thought she would touch him, but she only set her hand a little closer to his.

“I don’t know what to do anymore.”

“None of us do. Anyone who says so will have different plans within a year. That’s what my dad says.”

It was Odd’s turn to be confused. “What?”

“I mean it, he says that like eighty percent of the seniors have plans, and about half of those have big plans, and they almost all end up doing completely different things.”

“Are you talking about fucking graduation?” Odd asked, the words bitter in his mouth.

“Yeah, I-“

“This has nothing to do with graduation! I-my life-I don’t know how to live like this!” Odd was on his feet, too much energy coursing through him to remain still. “I don’t know how to live every day one after the other! I don’t know what to feel when I’m not scared! I don’t know how to be normal and not trying to save the world.” His voice caught but he talked past the lump in his throat. “I have no idea how to be around my best fucking friends because the five of us aren’t constantly ready for an attack!”

Elizabeth was standing too. “What are you talking about?!” She screamed. “What did you guys do at the factory?!”

Odd grabbed Elizabeth by the shoulders and shook. “I can’t tell you! I can’t! Cause even if I did-“ He began crying in ernest, “You wouldn’t believe me. And there’s nothing there to prove it. Pretty soon there won’t even be a factory. Just a bunch of people vacationing somewhere I can’t even look at without wanting to throw up.”

Elizabeth put her hands on Odd’s cheeks. “Tell me.” She said. It was an order, but it was calm, as though she knew he could do it if he just took a deep breath.

“I can’t.” He whispered around a sob. His body was shaking and he started curling in on himself, putting him even closer to Elizabeth. He could smell oranges and lemons again, the scent made stronger by her sweat. She put only one arm around him, refusing to hug him, but she crushed him to her chest and waited out the tears.

“Okay, I might never understand,” She said after a while. “And you might never tell me. And I guess I can live with that. But I was right. Maybe it’s not exactly the same, but I think everyone in our class has felt like that this year.”

“No.” Odd mumbled into Elizabeth’s neck, now damp with tears.

“Let me finish. I know it’s something different for you, but it’s change right? Things have changed and you don’t know what to do, because you didn’t choose it. High school sucks, but none of us know how to be otherwise. What are we gonna do, who are we gonna be, how are we gonna live? Suddenly we all have to ask and we’re scared.” She ran her fingers through Odd’s hair, brushing out dirt and grass. “But, y’know, for me, the best change this year was hanging out with you. Whenever I was freaking out you would show up and we would talk and watch movies and cry and I’d think, ‘maybe change is good’.” Her arm drops back to her side. “For a few minutes, anyway.”

Odd stood up. His back hurt, his eyes burned and his whole face throbbed.

“I want to tell you.” He said. “I wish I could tell you. Maybe you’d say something like that and it would all make sense. But even I can’t get it to make sense long enough to say it.”

In the distance Odd heard his name. Elizabeth froze. It sounded like Ulrich.

“Ulrich still has your phone.” Elizabeth said. She was backing away from the direction of the voice. “He’ll be happy to see you.”

“Wait,”

“Have you thought of writing it all down? Maybe that would keep it in order.”

“Odd!” Ulrich called. It was a short bark of recognition, not the long, drawn out screams of search.

“I think he’s okay.” Elizabeth yelled back. “I was just about to text you.”

Ulrich ran up to Odd and slammed into him for a hug, spinning him around with the force of it. He started talking a mile a minute, apologizing, asking questions, hugging him tightly while also fishing out his phone so everyone would know Odd was okay.

By the time Odd had a chance to check, Elizabeth was gone.

Part 6

#code lyoko #elizabeth delmas #sissi delmas #fanfiction #multi-chatper #odd della robbia #hurt/comfort #angst with a happy ending

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