#but yeah just imagine anytime i have a ? in a post i am tilting my head like a woofer

[tired-teacher-blog]

I saw this earlier, and I had to drop everything to write it down. I'm dedicating this to my bestie whose tags on this post inspired me @aizawas-non-right-foot I love you so much sweetheart ❤️

Title : Carry my baby

Characters : Aizawa/ Fem reader

Genre : NSFW/ 18+/ fluff/ Imagine

Trigger warning (I guess) : Breeding kink

Please do not read if you're a minor

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Okay but imagine..

You and Shōta have been married for almost three years, the happiest of both your lives.

You live together in your cozy little love-filled apartment that you wouldn't trade for any riches in the planet.

Your world is brimful with wonderful friends, fulfilling jobs, and most importantly, with one another. It's all you ever wanted, and it's all you'll ever need.

However, there is one tiny thing that would turn your joyous existence into perfection, something that you have never talked about until today.

_ "Are you sure about this y/n?"

You wait until he places his book on the nightstand before straddling him, and he wastes no time nuzzling your neck and sneaking his fingers under your shirt to caress the tender skin of your belly and fondle your exposed thighs.

_ "I am! I've never been more sure of anything in my life Shōta." you push him against the headboard and give him a stern look to prove your point.

_ "I would love that," he smiles tenderly, eyes meeting yours in a doting gaze, "I've always wanted you to be the mother of my child, even before we got married."

_ "Really?! You've been thinking about it for that long?" you cradle his cheeks as you practically shriek.

_ "Yeah yeah I know, it's lame isn't it?" he lowers his gaze and you can clearly see a hint of the blush dusting his skin.. adorable.

_ "No it's not," you place a small kiss on his nose, "it's sweet, just like you."

He chuckles, but he's obviously still embarrassed with his revelation, "we were a bit young when we got married, and at the time you were new at work and still trying to figure things out, and it didn't feel right to overwhelm you with something huge like having a baby," his arms sneak around your waist and pull you closer to him, "we're married after all, and we have a life time ahead of us."

Your lips capture his as soon as he stops talking. This man, your man manages to make you fall in love with him deeper each passing day, and you never miss the chance to remind him of what he means to you:

_ "My everything.." and you don't care how silly uttering such words would make you sound, you mean them and you'll keep repeating them until the day you die.

You melt in his hold as you feel him smiling against your lips, and open your mouth to welcome his smooth tongue in.

Your fingers lace themselves through his raven locks as you unconsciously roll your hips against his bulge.

It seems to surprise him, and he abruptly breaks the kiss, leaving you whining as you follow his lips.

_ "Are you really sure about this honey? This is your last chance to reconsider."

_ "I'm sure, I don't want to postpone it any longer, I want to have your baby Shōta, someone you and I can love and raise together, please.. impregnate me."

You feel him twitching underneath you after moaning your last words, he will not waste anytime fulfilling your desire, and his.

Your shirt goes flying across the room, and your bra follows it right after, leaving you only in your underwear.

_ "Gorgeous.." your husband growls, cupping your breasts and fondling your nipples as he trails butterfly kisses along your cleavage before latching onto your perky teats.

You tilt your head back and bite down on your lip while still grinding on top of him.

_ "Shōta.. that feels so good." you're out of breath already, but you're craving his touch.

He flips you on your back and peels off his own shirt and sweatpants before settling between your legs and attacking your lips again.

His kisses are hungry, eager and demanding, and you can't keep up with him.

His lips move down, nibbling on your neck and sucking a perfect red mark on your collarbone.

_ "Shōta.. I'm going to have.. a hard time.. covering that tomorrow." you mean to scold him, but all that comes out of you is a whine.

_ "Don't worry babe, I'll strangle whoever dares to look at you." he's obviously joking, and his seriousness makes it even funnier.

You giggle softly and the kisses on your tummy stop as he lifts his head up and gives you a quizzical look.

_ "I love you Shōta." that's all you want to say, and his response comes soon after as he smiles tenderly and kisses your belly again and again and again, whispering "I love you more" between soft pecks.

He travels down further until he's mere centimeters away from your pussy, and you squeeze your eyes shut while biting the back of your hand when he pulls down your panties and places gentle kisses along your lower lips.

He rests your legs on top of his shoulders and dives in like a hungry dog. His tongue licks around your clit before sucking hard, and his hands move up to search for yours. You release the skin between your lips and intertwine your fingers with his.

_ "Shōta! Slow down I'm gonna cum!" you tighten your hold on his fingers and arch your back when his slick tongue fucks your pussy mercilessly.

But then it all stops..

He sits up, licking his lips and smirking seductively.

_ "Not yet honey, not before I fill you up with my seeds," he places a hand on your tummy, "not until I make sure you're nice and pregnant,"

You are speechless, and you are barely able to wait until he fulfills his promise.

He removes his boxers and you gulp at the sight that you will never get used to, no matter how many times you see.

His raging hard cock bounces up proudly and you watch eagerly as your husband pumps it a few times before alligning himself with your cunt and rubbing the smooth head against your folds, "I can't wait to see your round belly," he grunts and your pussy flutters at his words.

He pushes in gently, leaning all his weight on top of you, and stealing your lips in a deep slow kiss.

He pulls out to the tip before slamming back into your core and swallowing all your whimpers.

You dig your nails in his back and spread your legs wider for him.

His thrusts become faster and deeper, licking your cervix with each push of his hips.

_ "I will put a baby in you.. fuck.. you will be the most beautiful pregnant woman in the world.. mine."

_ "Yes! Yes! Shōta don't stop! I'm cumming!" his words drive you insane, and his thrusts push you closer to your blissful ending.

He's throbbing inside of you, a sign of his own nearing orgasm, "together honey.. ugh.. let's cum together."

You tighten up around him and cry out his name before throwing your head back as your pussy quivers around his shaft.

His thrusts become erratic and he fucks you throughout your orgasm until he reaches his own release, coating your gummy walls with his pearly seeds.

But even then he doesn't pull out, he keeps his cock buried deep inside of your fluttering cunt, "make sure not to waste a drop honey." he chuckles lazily before planting a soft kiss on your lips.

_ "Even if I do, you'll fuck me again, and again, and again, until I'm carrying your baby." you whisper seductively and nibble on his earlobe.

_ "Fuck.. why are you doing this to me?" he kisses you again, deeper this time, stealing your breath away.

_ "I love you y/n, more than you know."

_ "I love you too Shōta, my everything."

#aizawa shota x y/n #aizawa shota x reader #aizawa headcanons #aizawa x reader #aizawa fluff #aizawa shouta smut #aizawa shouta x you #aizawa shouta x reader #my hero academia headcanons #boku no hero headcanons #boku no hero fanfic #my hero academia fluff #my hero academia fanfic #boku no hero imagines #aizawa shota smut #aizawa shota x you #my hero academia imagines #my hero academia fic #boku no hero fic #my hero academia smut #boku no hero smut

[remuswriting]

remember that night; u. keishin

Summary: Ukai isn’t the one behind the counter at the shop and it confuses everyone.

Pairing: Ukai Keishin x Male! Reader

Warnings: Terrible dialogue

Word Count: 1,018 words

Note: This is based off a request, I will answer the ask and link it there.  It’s loosely based though.  It’s also terrible but I don’t know how to write, I’m sorry.  Also, two posts in a day, how fun.

Ukai usually made it back to the shop before the team walked down there to buy anything.  Sometimes after a really good practice he’d give the team pork buns for free or on sale.  No matter what, the boys were used to seeing their coach sitting behind the counter.

“Let’s go get some meat buns,” Daichi said, and everyone nodded. “On me.”

Takeda had pulled Ukai aside and they were having a fairly serious conversation about something.  It was most likely nationals and where they were going to stay as well as money.  Usually that didn’t mean a lot because the blonde man seemed to always get to the store in time.

The team walked down the hill their school was located on.  The typical banter and fighting happening as they did so.  Hinata ran into Kageyama with his bike, having to make a sharp turn with the wheel to do so.  Tsukishima laughed at Kageyama’s pissed expression and Daichi tried to ignore the situation happening behind him.

“Do not look at them,” Daichi threatened when Suga went to check out what the first years were doing.

“Why?  It looks like fun,” Suga said, and the captain had a disappointed look and Suga huffed. “Fine, I won’t look at them.”

Daichi walked into the store and saw a man who wasn’t Ukai sitting behind the counter.  He had his feet up on the counter and was reading a book. It was odd but it made sense for there to be someone working when Ukai couldn’t.  Daichi quickly got 12 meat buns and went back to the counter, where Ukai’s replacement sat. He still wasn’t paying attention to Daichi.

Daichi coughed slightly and the man looked up at him.  Daichi could only think that he had to be around his 30s and didn’t work here because of the pissed look in his eyes.

“Can I help you?” He asked, and Daichi looked down at all the meat buns in his arms.

“Yeah, I just want to pay,” Daichi said, and the man nodded before he started to mess with the register. “What’s your name?”

The man stopped and looked at him with furrowed brows. “Why do you care?”

“Well, Coach Ukai is my coach and it’s just strange to not see him here.”

“L/N Y/N.  I don’t work often, actually Keishin’s mother hates that I come here at all.”

Suga and Asahi entered the store with confused looks.  It never took this long to get anything from here and the rest of the team were getting antsy outside.  Ennoshita had confiscated Hinata’s bike because Kageyama was trying to break it. Everyone having meat buns would make things better right about now.

“You’re not Coach Ukai,” Suga stated, and L/N nodded.

“Thank you for informing me.” Y/N handed Daichi the bag of meat buns. “I wouldn’t have known if you hadn’t.

“Stops being idiots!” Ukai screamed outside, and L/N pointed out the window with a chuckle.

“There’s your coach.”

The shop doors opened and Ukai walked in and he looked at L/N before he noticed his players in the shop with him.  L/N looked away and back to Daichi.

“I thought you were banned from working here?” Ukai asked, and L/N shrugged.

“I don’t get paid when I work here, so am I really working here?” L/N asked, and Daichi handed him the money. “Also, I don’t listen to your mom.”

“That’s one of the things I really love about you,” Ukai said, and L/N froze.  He clutched the money in his hand and it would definitely be wrinkled whenever he let go.

“Keishin, there are people here,” Y/N said, and Ukai looked over to see his players in front of the register.

“Oh, uh, hello,” Ukai said, and L/N started to laugh.

“’Hello’ is all you have to say?” L/N asked, and he got the change out of the register.  He reached out to put it in Daichi’s hand. “Here’s your change.”

“Why are you being so casual?” Ukai asked, and the Karasuno third years just watched the two bicker. Daichi took the change from L/N and Suga cleared his throat, causing Ukai and L/N to stop talking.

“Are you two like together?” Sugawara asked, and L/N nodded.

“I think so,” L/N said, and he kicked his feet back up on the counter.

“You’re not just supposed to tell people, Y/N,” Ukai said, and Y/N tilted his head.

“Is there a reason why?” Y/N asked, and then he laughed slightly at the scared look on Keishin’s face. “Just kidding.  They seem like respectable people.”

“They’re my players,” Ukai said, and L/N just stared at him. “I’m their coach.”

L/N looked over at the three students. “Do you care if your coach is in a gay relationship?”

“Not really,” Daichi said, and L/N looked back at Ukai.

“See, respectable,” L/N said, and Ukai groaned.  L/N sighed and looked at the Karasuno students. “Can you please go now?  I imagine your coach is going to start yelling at me anytime now.”

“Oh, yeah.  Of course,” Daichi said, and he dragged Sugawara out while Asahi trailed behind him.

The team stood there, staring into the window at L/N and Ukai.  Daichi cleared his throat and everyone looked at him.

“I got food,” Daichi said, and everyone went to him to get their share.

“Who is that man in there?” Ennoshita asked, and Daichi looked back into the shop to see Ukai standing in front of the counter while L/N stared up at him from his seat.

“I’m not exactly sure,” Daichi said, and Ennoshita looked over at Sugawara because he’d tell anyone’s business if he wanted to.

“His name is L/N Y/N,” Suga said, and he brushed some hair out of his face. “What just happened in there?”

“I’m not sure,” Asahi said, and Daichi took a bite out of his meat bun.

“Kageyama!  Leave me alone!” Hinata screeched, and the third years looked to see Kageyama trying to put Hinata in a headlock.

What they didn’t see was L/N pulling Ukai down to kiss him.  Some things were better left unseen.

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[willowbleedsonpaper]

Winter In The Shade V

Part V

Sirius Black x Ravenclaw Reader

W.C. : 2913

Requested by @amourtentiaa : It is Sirius’ fifth year at Hogwarts, the same year he ran away from home and to the Potter’s. Soon, he discovers the unfamiliar sight of his brother Regulus smiling and looking truly happy, next to him a Ravenclaw girl who immediately captures his interest. What will happen when the Black family gets involved in their sons lives and the ones they hold close to their hearts?

Warnings: None (?)

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“Anything I need to know for the party?” you asked Regulus as you two entered the charms classroom, both sitting in your usual spot while waiting for the rest of the students and the professor to arrive “You know, colors?” you said, raising an eyebrow “Do you want to get matching outfits? Should I be ready to leave at midnight before our carriage turns back into a pumpkin?”

“Pumpkin?” he asked, confused.

“Nevermind.” you waved a dismissive hand in his way, remembering he didn’t even know what a T.V. was. “What I mean is, this party's going to be the last time we see each other for weeks! We need to make it special so I can go back to the memories when the bitter reality hits me and you're not there.” you finished, letting out a dramatic sigh as you placed the back of your hand over your forehead.

Regulus looked at you with concern “Are you being dramatic or serious? I can’t tell.” he asked.

You narrowed your eyes, letting your performance fall as you flew a piece of hair out of your face “You’re not fun.” you grunted “And just so you know, I am being serious.”

“It’s only two weeks, Y/N.” he reminded you “You’ll survive.” He was met with silence, turning to look at you and the angry pout of your lips. He let out a long sigh “You have lived most of your life without me, what’s two weeks?” he asked.

You scoffed, letting your jaw fall as you crossed your arms “I don’t know, you cold hearted man. Maybe two weeks of boredom?” you said, watching as his eyes turned into one of disbelief “Torture.” you added “What am I supposed to do with two weeks by myself?” you asked him.

“What did you do before we became friends?”

Your brain froze at his question, both mind and eyes blank as you stared into the void. Regulus calling your name brought you back and your face turned sour as your eyes focused back on the raven haired boy before you “You are no good influence.” you mumbled sourly.

“Pardon?” he asked, his eyebrows scrunched together as he placed his book down, his attention completely on you.

“Since that day you hit me in the head my entire life revolves around you!” you whispered yelled, watching his shoulders relax as he tilted his head “And don’t try to deny it, we both know it's true.” you said, starting to pick up your things and shoving them inside your bag.

“What are you doing?” he asked, never trying to stop you and instead handing you the things you had placed on his side of the table.

“I, “ you said, placing a hand in your chest as you stood from your chair, looking down at him “am taking space from you. You have consumed my entire life.” you hissed, the urges to laugh coming through as a small smile broke through you every now and then.

Regulus watched you walk a few feet from where he sat, patiently staring at the back of your head with a small smirk “Y/N.” he called, his voice steady and calm “We have class, remember?”

You stopped, sharply turning to face him again from the front of the classroom. You purse your lips, glancing between the door and Regulus. You gave up in the end, letting your shoulders fall and dragging your bag all over the floor until you reached your chair again, falling into it.

Regulus bent down from his chair to pick up your bag from the ground, placing it on the table as he turned to look at you with a small smile “If it makes you feel better,” he said, breaking the silence that had fallen in the classroom “You have consumed my entire life as well.”

Your face broke from the bothered look you had put on, swinging your head so you would be looking at Regulus “It does,” you smiled “We’re attached to the hip.” you said, moving your chair so you would be next to him.

“That’s why we are spending the winter break separate.” he told you, his arm resting around your shoulder “So we don’t get bored and before we end up killing one another.”

You chuckled lightly “The thought had crossed my mind.” you admitted, resting your head on his shoulder “That doesn’t mean it won't be difficult to be away from you. You’re my best friend.”

A silence fell all over the room and took you into it, pondering over the fact that a couple of months before you didn’t even acknowledge the existence of the other. You thought fate was funny in that way, friends you made on the first days after starting your life at Hogwarts were now strangers that glared at you from the opposite side of the Great Hall at dinner, people you knew your entire life now strangers you barely knew how to start a conversation with, even greeting them represented a challenge; friends you thought would be there for the rest of your life were now gone.

You had met Regulus months ago and you couldn’t imagine your life without him, and that scared you. The feeling of not being friends with him, of not knowing if you would ever see him again broke your heart and filled you with dread. Sure, you were spending two weeks apart but you knew you would see him once the holidays were over. The thought of losing someone had never made your stomach twist and your heart race quick the way it did when you thought about losing Regulus.

“I think that’s the beauty of us.” he said, capturing your attention immediately “Time is not the core of our friendship, it’s something else.”

You smiled, relaxing against his side as you hummed “Like what?” you asked.

“I don’t know.” he answered honestly “But I will like to find out.”

“Hmm, me too.” you sighed, another peaceful silence taking over the room “Promise me you’ll write.” you said out of the blue, his chuckle vibrating all over his body and through yours.

“You’ve made me promise I’ll write a thousand times now.”

“I don’t mean just these two weeks. Anytime you need something, that we’re away from each other, or if you just saw someone falling and it reminded you of me just… just promise me you’ll write.”

With his heart skipping a beat, Regulus couldn’t believe the words that had just left your mouth, his gaze falling at the top of your head. Never would have he thought you would be scared of him leaving, that you would be scared of losing him as he is of losing you. In his eyes you were so confident, so sure of what you do every single time, you had lost all our friends and because of what. Because of you, he reminded himself.

“I promise.”

Your mouth was left with a bittersweet taste after charms class. It wasn’t every day that you and Regulus got that deep in your conversations. Usually, the matters you talked about were more sarcastic and almost on the humorous side of the aspects of your life; school work and competitions was common as you spent at least an hour of your day glued to the chairs from the library. Deep emotional conversation was just unknown. You knew Regulus didn’t like it, and yet he seemed to be the most comfortable out of the two of you. He might be your best friend but Rowena Ravenclaw knows, you’ll never fully understand him. You’ve made peace with that.

It was the older Black brother you had trouble with.

Charm class was the last one for the day, Regulus having an extra class he worked on late at night that left you with hours for you to exist by yourself. Something you silently thanked as you walked outside the Great Hall after dinner.

Standing on your toes, you moved your gaze over the sea of heads that flowed from the Great Hall, all the chat and laughter making you snap your head in every direction that sounded slightly similar to the one you searched for. The green and yellow of the robes stood out the most, your eyebrows scrunched together as you lowered yourself to your usual height. You started to move, following the students as you held tightly onto your bag. “Where are all the Gryffindors?” you asked inside your head. And that’s when you saw it, the flaring red from Gryffindor robes as they all ran and cheered down the hills. The Quidditch pitch.

*******

Sirius and James had led the Quidditch team to the pitch, their loud cheers and whistles enough to draw the attention of the entire team and drag them down to an unplanned practice. Although they referred to it as a small game to celebrate Friday night, Sirius knew James wanted them to practice.

They were all in the air as soon as they crossed the lines drawn on the grass to mark the limits of the pitch, bags and school work scattered in the ground without a care. Peter and Remus sat on the grass, chatting calmly as they watched their friends play.

“Hey, Remus.” Peter asked, getting a hum from Remus as he never broke his gaze from the Quaffle, “Do you think Sirius likes Y/N?” he asked with the shake of his head.

Remus let out a laugh, head thrown back in the air as he got a few looks from the players “Was it ever a question?” he asked back, turning to Peter.

Peter laughed, the small chuckle dying down as he stared at one single point in the distance “Yeah, that wasn’t really my question.” he said, their hair flying to their faces as the two seekers rushed in front of them after the snitch. They blinked back, following the game without actually paying attention. “Do you think Y/N likes Sirius?”

Remus’ attention broke from the Quaffle, his look thoughtful as he considered it. What were the chances Y/N liked Sirius? Not many, he thought to himself. “I don’t know.” he answered “If I had to guess I’d say no.”

Peter smiled, his eyes scanning the air as he smirked in James’ direction, the act capturing the Captains’ attention as he followed Peter’s gaze “I think she does.” Peter said confidently, “I actually think she was in the crowd tonight.”

“Right.” Remus scoffed.

“Want to bet?” Peter asked, an eyebrow raised in his direction as he extended his hand towards him.

Remus nodded, clasping his hand in Peter’s as he shook it.

The match lasted a good two hours. Both sides of the Gryffindor team started the game as a playful practice that now had them at each other's throats like the red in their robes had turned green at some point during the game. James yells and instructions could be heard over the commotion of the crowd and the team, the tension palpable in the air as the players flew in the air at top speed. They were flashes of red in the eyes of the crowd. In the end, James’ side of the team won. The entire team flying down from their brooms with grins plastered in their faces.

Peter had jumped to his feet as he saw Sirius lowered himself until he walked on the grass, the smirk permanent on his lips as he walked to greet his friends. “Great game.” Peter said, giving a subtle nod in James’ direction as the smirk he had was mirrored in James’ face. Peter patted Sirius in the back as he was in proximity, his hand holding his shoulder as he leaned on his side “Pulling you best moves for the ladies, huh?” he asked.

Sirius laughed, nodding his head when James walked next to them, nudging Peter’s side knowingly.

“Or should we say Lady?” James asked, wiggling his eyebrows in his direction.

Sirius' face fell, his lips in a line as he recognized the glint in his friends eyes. They didn’t.

“Sirius.” he heard you say, his confused look erased in the blink of an eye as he put on his best smile, turning on his place.

“Hello, darling.” he said, his tone flirtatious.

You smiled briefly, your eyes wandering over all his friends standing too close behind him with expectant eyes. “Hi.” you said to them, all three immediately a mumbling mess as they turned and pretended to fall into deep conversation. You almost wanted to laugh, but you focused on the task at hand “Can I talk to you?” you asked, looking straight into his eyes.

His smile fell momentarily, nodding his head as he made a sign to his friends, who only smiled tightly.

“You little shit.” He heard Remus hiss, making Sirius turn to see James holding Remus back, a smug looking Peter running as fast as he could once Remus got free.

He shook his head with a laugh before he focused on you, following you to a more quiet place, the buzz from the people left behind as you turned to face him “Are you alright?” he asked as soon as you stopped walking.

You let out a breathy laugh “I’m okay.” you assured him, your eyes remaining on him for a second before you recovered your voice, “I wanted to talk about this.” you turned to your side, rummaging through your bag until your fingers felt the soft material of the box, pulling it out and holding it for him to see “You can’t do this.”

He had a confused look on his face, the smirk he usually wore coming back as quickly as it fell “You’re giving me back a rose?” he asked.

You blushed, suddenly feeling stupid for wanting to give it back “No… I mean, yes!” you mumbled, cheeks darker by the second “It’s not the rose, it’s the act.”

“You want me to take back...my actions?”

“I need you to stop.”

He nodded in thought, leaning against one of the wooden posts. He held himself back from teasing you and the red in your cheeks, or the fact that you said need. The only thought in his mind was that you didn’t actually want him to stop.

“So that means you won’t be going to the party with me?” he asked, a fake pout in his lips.

“I have a date.” you said, crossing your arms over our chest.

“You do?” he asked, his back straight as he mirrored your stance.

You ignored his reaction, taking a confident step towards him. You reached for his hand, holding his palm out to you as you placed the box there. “Please, just stop.” you whispered, the volume of your voice enough for him to listen as you stood so close to one another.

He closed his hand over the box, his free hand taking a hold of your wrist as he held it back to his chest, the movement making you stand closer to him “Do you want me to stop?” he asked, his eyes looking directly at yours before his gaze roamed all over your face expectantly.

Your heart started to beat hard inside your chest, your feet rooted to the floor as you stood frozen under his eyes. He tilted his head, his thumb moving over the skin in your arm “Do you?” he repeated.

His skin felt warm against yours, the feeling sending electricity all over your arm before it woke you. You shook your hand out of his grasp, taking a step back with wide eyes “That is what I’m asking you. Yes.” you said shakily, holding your arm against your chest.

He tried to suppress his smile, he really tried but in the end he broke in a grin. “I’ll stop.” he stated, looking down to his palm before he connected your eyes once more “I only ask for one thing.”

He didn’t expect you to stay and listen, your jaw clenched as your look turned into a glare “What is it?” you asked harshly.

“Save me one dance.” he said, his voice soft and rid of any teasing or amusement.

“Right.” you scoffed, turning your face to the sky in disbelief. But you were met with silence, making your arms fall at your sides with a questioning look “You’re serious.” you asked, watching the glint in his eyes light up as he smiled. He opened his mouth to talk but you cut him off, lifting one finger right in front of his face “I swear to Godric Gryffindor if you make a joke you’ll be dancing by yourself.” you said harshly.

He bit the insides of his cheeks, letting himself feel the flutter of his heart at the simple gesture of you stopping his joke, like you knew him already. “Do you accept my offer, then?” he asked, offering his hand.

Your eyes lowered to his hand doubtfully “Do you promise you’ll stop?”

He nodded his head softly and you sighed, taking his hand.

What you didn’t expect was the squeak that left your lips as he took hold of your hand, holding it to his lips as he placed a short kiss over your knuckles.

“I’ll see you then, Y/n.” he told you, turning on his place as he went back to the pitch.

“See you.” you mumbled to yourself, staring at him and cursing him for the hurricane of thoughts left in his place. That didn’t go as planned.

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Kiss the Girl (2)

thank you so much for the feedback on Kiss the Girl!! i really didn’t expect it to do so well and, as requested, here is part 2. I just feel that this concept is so disgustingly cute that i had to write it, so here it goes! hope you enjoy your reading :) 

Part 1: https://lucysometimeswrites.tumblr.com/post/640529882710999040/kiss-the-girl

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“...and if you could just go away it would make me the happiest man alive right now”

His words kept echoing in my head and never quieted down. It made me want to rip my hair out, but all I could really do was continuously run my fingers through it under the shower. I’d stopped crying a few minutes ago, the pain never subsiding and just lingering like and unwanted guest that just wouldn’t go away. I felt a breakdown coming again, noticing how my breathing started to become unsteady so, in an attempt to avoid it, I quickly turned around and switched the water to ice cold. I needed something to take my mind off of it, needed to feel the physical pain that maybe would help me get rid of the internal one,

“Shit” I whispered to myself. Boy was that cold. But it worked, gave me a sort of “strength”, if you will, almost like it screamed “Pull yourself together” as it hit my skin. 

Yeah, pull yourself together Y/N.

Deciding that was enough, I turned the shower off and stepped out, wrapping myself in a towel and stopping in front of the mirror. You could see the sadness in my eyes, which reminded me of the pity looks I got from the boys. How embarrassing, I thought, and quickly fixed my posture to stand taller and my face turned stoic, looking as if nothing had happened. Much better.

I left my sanctuary, or the bathroom, and changed myself into some joggers and an old shirt, none of which were Tom’s. Making my way downstairs, I grabbed a blanket from the couch and made my way to the patio. I breathed a sigh of relief while closing the door behind me, the boys nowhere to be seen and saving me the sympathy looks or awkward atmosphere. I sat down in one of the chairs, pulling my legs up to my body and covered myself with the blanket, taking a deep breath of what fresh air London could offer. The sun was starting to set, beautiful colours painting the sky and making me feel a little better. It helped knowing that there were still beautiful things in life, even when everything appeared to be going to shit.

After a few minutes of staring at the sky, I heard the door opened behind me and I tensed, dreading turning around and finding Tom there. 

“Hey” came Harry’s voice. Whew, okay.

I turned around to greet him, “Hey” I said back, with a small smile and hoping he would not bring what happened earlier up.

“I’m not here to interrogate you or have you talk about your feelings, I know better than that,” we both chuckled, “but I thought that a cup of coffee and a pastry would help?” he said, a hint of shyness in his voice. Then I noticed the cup of steaming coffee and the small plate with one of my favourite pastries in his hands, and my heart just about melted at the sweet gesture. 

“Oh Harry, thank you so much” I quietly exclaimed, noticeably perking up at the idea of food. He set them down in front of me, while explaining, “It’s no secret we heard what happened, so Harrison, Tuwaine, and I ran down to the bakery you like to buy them”.

“Aw you guys, you’re too kind for your own good” I smiled, feeling a lot better, but then I rewinded to the part about hearing what happened, and my walls came back up again, “You didn’t have to do this, though, I’m fine” I stated, a lot more serious now. 

“We know, but a cup of coffee and a pastry never hurt anyone. Like I said, not here to interrogate, just bringing a snack for a friend” he said smiling a little, putting his hands up in defense but knowing that I wasn’t upset at him. After living together, he sort of knew how I reacted in certain situations.

I sighed contently as I took a sip of the coffee, looking up at him and saying once again, “Thank you, it really does mean a lot to me”.

“Anytime. I’ll leave you alone now, and if you wanna talk about it, tell Harrison or Tuwaine, not me. You know I’m bad at that and will just make fun of you” he joked as he headed back inside, lightly hitting my shoulder on his way.

“Noted” I answered with a quiet laugh, shaking my head and setting the coffee down. Talking about my feelings? Ha, no thanks. Now that I was alone, I let my thoughts run free.

Okay, what am I feeling? I feel most definitely hurt. I feel angry, embarrassed, and, cue the eye roll, sad. I feel sad because one of the people I care about the most in this world just said some mean things to me. He made me feel like a burden and unimportant. He yelled at me, he kicked me out of his office. He basically said I was annoying him. He humiliated me. He yelled and everyone heard and I got pity-eyes. My God, how I hate pity-eyes. The fact that the boys had to go out of their way to make me feel better about something is just plain humiliating. And yes, I know, validate feeling emotions or whatever but that’s just not my style! Right, so I feel angry because I feel embarrassed. Okay. Now, hurt. I feel almost physical pain in my heart because of how hurt I feel. Besides him not taking me seriously, he confirmed my biggest insecurity in the worst way possible. He said he'd be the happiest man alive if I went away- oh my, he wants me to leave...

My eyes widened and small gasp left my lips, my hand coming up to cover my mouth even though I knew no one was round.

What am I gonna do?? Should I leave? He said he wanted me to leave. That that would make him happy. Where do I go?! I can’t possibly go home because of the lockdown, I’d be risking everything and everyone. Um, maybe I could look for a small cheap place around? I doubt anyone has places for rent right now, or a hotel? No, too expensive. Oh no oh no oh no what am I gonna-

My thoughts were interrupted by the door sliding open behind me and I whipped my head around, expecting to find one of the boys but instead finding Tom leaning against the frame, hand in his pockets and looking at me with unreadable eyes. I froze, staring at him with wide eyes and waiting for him to make the first move, just in case I bothered Mr. Holland and his busy schedule, I mockingly said in my head. 

“Hey, can we talk?” he asked, looking to the floor and his tone a lot calmer compared to earlier. Anger filled me and, without thinking, I answered, “I don’t know, can we? You’re not too busy for that?”

“Okay, I deserve that” he said as he pulled a chair to sit almost in front of me, leaning his elbow on the table while I just took a sip of my coffee, looking straight ahead and trying to appear unbothered by the situation. It was quiet for a few seconds before he spoke up again,

“Uh, so, I’m sorry about the way I spoke to you in the office. I don’t know what happened-”

“Yeah you do” I quickly said, cutting him off. He looked a little surprised at my statement, but continued.

“Well, I-I do. What I mean to say is that I should not have reacted that way, and I realize now that you were just trying to look out for me. I’m sorry” he admitted, the last bit a little quieter, briefly looking at me.

My eyes finally focused on him, and how...sad?...he looked. He was still unreadable. 

“Do you want me to leave?” I asked him, emotionless.

He straightened up, eyes wide and clearly taken aback by my question, “What?! No! Darling, I don’t want you to leave at all! I’m so happy that you’re here and that I get to see you everyday, I could not imagine spending lockdown with anyone else” he said as he grabbed and squeezed my hand. His head tilted the way Tessa’s does when asked if she wants to go out. I hate that I still think you’re cute.

“That’s not what you said earlier” I challenged. I let him hold my hand but did not squeeze back, which showed him that I was still apprehensive and upset. I saw his mouth open, but before he could say anything, I reminded him, “You said it would make you the happiest man alive if I left”.

His eyes dropped in sadness as he remembered what he said and he sighed, frustrated at himself for saying that. He stood up and grabbed the cup from my hand, setting it on the table and crouching down in front of my, now holding both my hands in his. He brought them to his lips, kissing them repeatedly and looked up at me. 

“No, sweetheart, I would never want you to leave. I would be devastated if you did. I-I know what I said, but it was the heat of the moment and I swear to you, I didn’t mean it. You being here is one of the best things I could have, and please, please, darling believe me when I say that I need you here. I don’t want you to leave” he pleaded, and I guess I could sense sincerity in his voice. 

Now I felt sympathy. I could understand he was stressed, and me pressing on something that he clearly did not have time for may have caused him to burst and accidentally lash out. I could understand that, but he also took it too far and I knew, in my head and heart, that I didn’t deserve that. And I told him that much.

"I didn’t deserve that” I said, looking at him with troubled eyes, “I didn’t deserve the way you talked to me and I understand that you were stressed but honey, I was just trying to help. I wanted to talk about something that worried me with you because we’re supposed to be there for each other, but instead you blew it out of proportion and basically rubbed in my face how I’m a burden here and that you wanted me to leave. You know you don’t have to provide for me because I have my own money but you insisted. You were the one who asked me to come here and you knew how worried I was that I was just going to be a bother.” I talked from my heart, and he appeared to be incredibly upset with himself.

“I know, I know and I am so so fucking sorry. I can’t express how terrible I feel about that,” he said as he cupped my face and made sure to make eye-contact with me, “but I can assure you that you being here has brightened my life, darling. I promise to work on managing my stress better and spending more time with you and the boys. But please please please, baby, don’t leave” he ended as he leaned his forehead against mine and we both close our eyes, his even a bit tearful.

Should I stay or should I go? I couldn’t help but laugh at that, which just made me start singing the song in my head and ruin the serious moment. Tom, perplexed, asked, “What’s so funny?” 

“Nothing, sorry, I was being dumb in my head” I said. That little moment of silliness diffused the tension in me. I could see he truly meant it and, honestly, we’ve all been in his place- all stressed out and cranky. 

“I really want to believe you, Tom, but you can understand how it’s a little hard for me. I forgive you, though, as long as we learn from this and move on.” I said, putting my hands on top of his, and kissing the corner of his mouth.

“Oh thank God, thank you, love” he breathed in relief, pulling me up and slipped his arm around my waist, bringing me in while his other arm cradled the back of my head holding me to his chest. I loosely circled my arms around him, basking in his warmth and scent. 

“I promise I’ll make it up to you, I was such a dickhead but know that I love you endlessly” he said, his grip strong. I managed to lean my chin on his chest and look up at him while he scanned my face and brushed a strand of hair behind my ear.

“Me too.”

Suddenly, we heard loud music come from inside the house, both of us turning our heads to find the source of it. As Tom opened the door for me and we went inside, we found Harry, Haz, and Tuwaine with a speaker. 

“What’s going on?” I asked.

“Is that my speaker?” Tom said, pointing at the device in Harrison’s hands. 

“Well, you stole Tuwaine’s, he stole mine, so I charged and stole yours” Harrison explained.

Harry butted in, answering my question, “We don’t mean to say we eavesdropped, but we did see you guys make up SO we thought, to get rid of the remaining tension, we’d do something nice for you guys.”

“Nice as in...?” I said, wanting to know more. They all just smiled knowingly amongst themselves and Harry fumbled with his phone.

(This is a good time to press play on Kiss the Girl from The Little Mermaid) 

Percussion...Strings...Winds...Words...

The first notes of Kiss the Girl started to play, and the three men in front of us had smug smiles at their little strategy to bring Tom and I together.

“Oh no. No no no. I’m leaving, this is too cheesy” I laughed and made my way to the stairs, but before I could go up on the first step, Harry and Tuwaine blocked my way. Those stupid smiles never left their faces, and they both gripped my shoulder to turn me around and face Tom, who was now on the other side of the living room. He also had a stupid grin on his face, while stupid Harrison still held the speaker that played the stupid music.

I closed my eyes and sighed, fighting back a smile at the silliness of the boys I lived with and came to terms with the fact that we would all have to get through this moment. 

There you see her...sitting there across the way. She don’t got a lot to say, but there’s something about her.

Tom started jokingly dancing my way, and feeling a push from behind me, I stumbled in his direction as well. I chuckled and said, “Nope, not happening”, as I stepped back in the opposite way when I bumped into Harrison who wiggled his eyebrows and pushed me in Tom’s direction too.

And you don’t know why, but you’re dyin’ to try, you wanna...kiss the girl.

Tom made a jump to grab me but I dodged it, squealing out a “Nope!” and moving so that the coffee table was between us. The three boys surrounded Tom, and sang the next part to him while pointing and looking at me.

Yes you want her, look at her you know you do. Possible she want you too, there is one way to ask her. It don’t take a word, not a single word, go on and...kiss the girl.

I giggled at the comic action and Tom took that as his chance to lunge and grab my hands. I laughed surprised as he, in a jokingly sensual but sweet manner, sang the next words to me, with adoration in his eyes. 

Sha-la-la-la-la-la, my, oh, my, look like the boy too shy, he ain't gonna kiss the girl. Sha-la-la-la-la-la, ain't that sad? Ain't it a shame? Too bad he gonna...miss the girl.

We dance stupidly around the living room, finally giving in and living in the beautiful moment. As the song went by, the boys all danced around while Tom held on to my waist and my arms hung around his neck. We moved around crazily and uncoordinated, laughing and singing out of tune to the top of our lungs. His attempt to follow the song and actually kiss me were unsuccessful, still teasing him a bit about being mad. 

“Oh come on Y/N! Do what the music say” Harry yelled along with the music. 

Tom twirled me around, smiling, pulling me even closer, our face mere inches from each other. The boys sang around us, waiting for the big moment.

You wanna, kiss the girl.

Tom brought my chin up, his eyes hooded and nearly closed as his breath fanned on my face.

You’ve gotta, kiss the girl.

I bit my lip as I smiled, wanting nothing more than to feel his love.

Go on and, kiss the girl.

Our lips finally connected in the last line of the song, and we melted against each other. The boys hooting around around us and yelling Get it Tommy boy! seeing as they got their desired results. His kiss held passion and pure love behind it, which I reciprocated as best as I could. When we finally parted, breathless and a sparkle in our eyes, he whispered,

“I’m so in love with you. I love you, Y/N” his hands on my cheeks and looking me straight in the eyes.

“Beyond the stars?” I asked quietly, with a small smile.

He kissed my forehead, “Beyond the stars” he assured me, sporting a big smile and those beautiful, love-struck eyes.

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[justmypartner]

Make it Work: Chapter 5

Summary: When offered a permanent position with the FBI, Hailey agrees to take it under one condition: Jay comes too. As their personal lives and work lives begin to change, the two partners find it increasingly difficult to navigate their complex relationship and manage their feelings for one another. 

Writer’s Note: I want to first apologize for taking so long to update this fic. I took a break to finish up school related things, and then when I came back to writing I was feeling very uninspired with this chapter. Nevertheless, I pushed through and what I thought was going to be a bland filler chapter ended up being a really fun chapter to write. Starting today, I am back to posting chapters weekly! Please enjoy & I want to thank everyone who has read/supported this fic. As LaRoyce always says: From the heart ❤️ 

TW:// mentions of PTSD

Tagging: @angelsjedi , @brookerz122493 , @cpdfan2014 , @the–carousel , @maya-asturias , @itsdesiree86​ , @tvshowsaremyhappyplace 

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It had been two weeks since their first day at the FBI, and Jay and Hailey had finally found a comfortable rhythm. For Jay, it took a while to get used to solely being a field agent. Part of him missed digging for intel themselves. He missed the long nights in the wire room and the early mornings organizing the case board, but the fieldwork mostly made up for that part of the job he missed. He loved being out on the streets, and in his eyes, nothing could beat the satisfaction of finally putting the offenders in cuffs.

The team was still rolling as a quartet, with Hailey still partnered with Walker and Jay with Daisy. For the most part, they were all out in the field together, but some instances required the pairs to break apart. He and Daisy’s partnership was working, but they didn’t function in the same natural way he and Hailey always did. He missed riding with her, but he was making do with the current arrangement until their training period was up. Overall, he was fond of Daisy. She was competent, cool under pressure, and she had his back when it counted, so he grew to trust her a great deal. Walker was another story. He was good at his job, there was no doubt about that, but he had a way of running his mouth that made Jay want to keep his distance. Things had been icy since they were at each other’s throats on the first day when Jay’s concern for Hailey got the best of him. They were able to patch things up, but Jay knew they weren’t going to be best friends anytime soon. He also didn’t like the way Walker interacted with Hailey. Other than what Jay identified as obvious flirting, he had a way of coddling her that, from Jay’s eyes, demeaned her and her abilities. He wasn’t sure if she didn’t notice it or if she was choosing to ignore it for the sake of avoiding conflict, but she never called him out for it. At least not when Jay was around. So, he never questioned it. He trusted her. Since it didn’t visibly bother her, he tried to not let it bother him either.

“Excited to have your favorite partner back?” Jay asked as he and Hailey climbed onto the elevator. It was officially their first day of partnering together as agents, and he couldn’t have been happier.

“Wait, Vanessa joined the FBI?” she joked, feigning a look of surprise.

“You think you’re funny, don’t you?”

“Nope. I know I’m funny,” she smirked back.

“How is she by the way?” Jay asked, inquiring about her former roommate and best friend. Not long after Hailey went to New York the first time, Vanessa was picked out of Intelligence by Major Crimes to do a long-term undercover sting. She didn’t get to say a proper goodbye to Hailey, something they were both sad about, but they remained in touch through an occasional text.

“She can’t communicate much, but when she does she seems good. You know her, she’s a natural-born UC. Quick on her feet,” she said briefly. Jay nodded, noticing a slight drop in her mood as she spoke about her. He knew the connection those two had. Hailey looked out for her, almost to a fault as it was her attempt at protecting Vanessa and her childhood friend that got her sent to New York in the first place. He knew it killed her to not get to say a proper goodbye, and he could see it in her face in that moment. He decided to change the subject to get it off her mind.

“So, are you going to miss partnering with Walker at all?” Jay asked, slightly nervous to hear her answer.

“Mm, not really. I mean he’s a great agent and all, but he’s just too much in his own head. We connected pretty well with small talk and all that, but I felt like I had to keep a constant eye on him in the field. We just didn’t work well together. Not like you and me anyway,” she admitted, flashing him a brief smile. It was contagious and he turned his head to the side to conceal the one erupting across his face.

It relieved him to know that she didn’t feed into whatever connection Walker was trying to build between them. It made him even more relieved to know that they were back together as partners, something he was counting down to since their first day on the job.  

Things jumped off the second they stepped into the bullpen. Drake briefed the team on the case the minute they walked in the room. A rogue member of an anti-military activist group in the city exposed the group’s plans to target a veteran’s convention at the Javits Center in Midtown. Being that their intel came from an insider, the group was oblivious to the bureau’s knowledge of their plans. Drake tasked Jay, Hailey, Walker, and Daisy with attending the convention, posing as veterans as they worked to smoke out the guys before they could carry out their plans. As Drake, a former Naval Officer briefed the case, Jay picked up on some tension and anger in his voice. He recognized it easily because he felt it himself. He pretended he didn’t notice when Hailey’s eyes began to survey his face, what he guessed was her way of trying to read his reaction to the case. He tried his best to remain stone faced, but he knew she could tell something was up just by looking at him. 

If they had caught the case a few years prior, he would have gone to a much darker place, acting on rage rather than ration. However, through his therapy sessions over the years, he had learned to manage the emotions that only things related to the service could elicit. Once Drake was finished briefing everyone, he assigned the teams their positions and sent them on their way. As Jay turned away to head to the locker room to change, Drake called out to him.

“Jay, hang back a second?” He asked him. Jay sent Hailey a small wave, signaling her to go on without him. He followed Drake to his office, shoving his hands in his pockets after he closed the office door behind him.

“Something wrong, sir?” Jay asked, confusion in his voice.

“Jay, I know you’ve got a background in the military. I don’t have to imagine what’s going through your head right now, because it’s going through mine as well. But we need to play this one by the book, so I just need to know if I need to keep a leash on you today,” Drake spoke shortly.

“I’m straight, sir. You don’t have to worry about me, I’ll keep in check,” Jay assured him, nodding his head with his words. His boss bobbed his head slowly as if he were debating whether or not to accept his assurance.

“Let me know if that changes,” he replied quietly, sending the agent a trusting nod.

“Will do,” Jay returned before turning to leave the office.

He quickly changed and made his way to the elevators to head down to the garage. His mind flickered back to his time in country. The faces of the six friends he lost before he came home and his best friend Mouse who was there currently flooded his head with memories. He tried his best to shake them off as the elevator descended towards the garage. The case was stirring up something in him, but he was determined to center his focus on the job and not let it take over. The doors opened and he stepped out, tracking his footsteps with his eyes as he walked. When he looked up, Hailey was slumped against the car. When she saw him, she bounced herself off of it with her foot and walked in his direction.

“Everything okay?” She asked, a look of concern plastered across her face.

“Yeah. Drake just wanted to make sure my head was on straight today… with my military background and all,” he said, his eyes darting around the garage to avoid hers.

“Mm,” she hummed. “Let me know if I can take anything off your plate. You know I’ve got your back,” she told him warmly, peering into his eyes with a look of sincerity.

“I know. I appreciate it,” he told her, forcing a smile.

“Anyway, check out our rig,” she said sarcastically, gesturing to the bureau-issued black SUV behind her. “It’s very unique and way better than your old truck,” she mocked, smiling as she tried to lighten the mood.

Against his best efforts, a smile crept away from his mouth as her weak attempt at cheering him up succeeded. Her head tilted as her eyes looked over at him with a glimmer he had only noticed a few other times before.

“C’mon. Let’s take this baby for a spin,” she finally told him, tossing him the keys as she made her way to the passenger side of the car.

Jay’s nerves picked up when they arrived at the convention center. Since they were going in undercover, they had changed into street clothes to blend in. He had chosen one of his old Ranger shirts and jeans, and Hailey opted for a plain white t-shirt and jeans. When they got out of the car, she reached into the backseat, grabbing a ball cap and securing it on her head before closing the door. The word “Navy” was written across it in yellow letters. She didn’t wear hats often, but Jay admired when she did. They suited her, however seeing her rep the Navy stung him a bit.

“You just had to choose Navy didn’t you,” he mocked at her with a scoff, knowing she could have chosen any branch to represent as they attempted to blend into the crowd.  

“What?” she feigned ignorance as Jay gave her a look of annoyance. “Drake loaned it to me,” she told him, turning her head up and brushing past him towards the entrance of the building.

“Mm. You know you always could have just borrowed something of mine,” he called after her, taking quick strides to catch up.

“Yeah, but then I wouldn’t have been able to see that look on your face,” she teased, her attention remaining straight ahead as she smirked slyly. He shook his head with a childish frown as he followed her to the entrance of the building.

Immediately upon walking through the doors, they caught sight of Daisy and Walker waiting for them under a welcome sign. They checked in and grabbed their name tags, before walking over to the two agents to convene before they set out into the center to try and track down the activists. Based on the intel provided by the whistleblower, they learned that the plan was to send in five members, each armed with undetectable weapons to disperse into the convention center and target high-ranking officials from each branch of the military. There was a panel later in the afternoon in which these individuals would all be on stage, the perfect opportunity to carry out the attack. Intel also revealed the individuals would be wearing red shoelaces so that they could spot each other in the crowd, a tidbit the four of them were happy to use to their advantage.

“Four of us, five of them. We need to split up. Hailey and I can take the first and second floor, you guys take the third and fourth. We each get a floor and call for backup the second we find any of these guys. If you spot one, take them down quietly, we can’t risk them alerting the others,” Jay commanded, taking point on the operation. They all nodded before breaking off and heading towards their separate floors.

“I’ll take the second floor,” Hailey told him, moving past him to climb the stairs.

“Wait,” he called after her, grasping her wrist lightly to stop her.

She looked down at his hand on her wrist, her eyes lingering for a moment before swallowing hard and bringing them back up to meet his. He quickly released his hand, bringing it to his pocket before he spoke.

“I- Just be careful, yeah?” He said simply, avoiding what he originally intended to say. Despite what he previously told both her and Drake, the case and being in a room full of veterans was affecting him more than he would have liked to let on. He almost told her this, hoping she’d have something to say that would help calm the jumbled mess going on in his brain. Yet, he realized she would just worry more and insist on staying together as they sought out the targets, and they needed to split up for time’s sake. So, before the words could leave his mouth, he asked for reassurance of the only other thing on his mind. Her safety.

Her brow furrowed at his words almost like she knew that wasn’t what he wanted to say, but she just nodded simply in affirmation. She brought a fist to bump his chest lightly before turning back and once again heading toward the stairs. He took a deep breath and recited the prayer of St. Christopher his mother made him and Will memorize when they were younger. These were grounding techniques he learned during his time in therapy. When he first started therapy, he thought the techniques were bogus, but he came to learn they really helped him cope when things began to trigger him.  

He took one final breath before making his way through the crowd of people, glancing down at the floor every few seconds to survey the shoes of those around him, trying to spot any glimpse of red he could.

Half an hour had passed, and it had been radio silence over the coms. He knew the operation would be difficult, but he thought for sure by that point they would have found at least one of the offenders. Just as he began brainstorming different strategies in his head, he caught a glimmer of red on the floor, doing a double-take and stopping in his tracks to confirm his mind wasn’t playing tricks on him. The red shoelaces were there, plain as day, and the man wearing them was by himself, surveying the crowd nervously.

“I’ve got one of the targets. First floor near the east corner by a couple of food vendors. I’m moving in now, meet at the rendezvous,” he said into the coms before walking towards the coffee stand to his right. He grabbed a coffee, filling the cup with cream to cool it down before walking towards the target. A few steps away from the man, he faked a trip, sending the contents in the cup all over him.

“Woah, I’m so sorry, man,” Jay called out, reaching for napkins to try and help the man dry his drenched shirt.

“What the hell is your problem?” The guy questioned, a look of fury on his face.

“That is totally my bad. I’m such a klutz. I didn’t see that bump on the floor,” Jay told the man, handing him napkins as he attempted to pat his shirt dry. “Hey, you need to get that under some water. The men’s room is right around that corner and I think there were hand dryers in there,” he said, pointing around a corner. The man angrily turned, making his way in the direction Jay had just pointed to.

“Eyes up, he’s coming your way,” he said into his mic.

They grabbed the man up, locking him in a backroom the convention center had provided to them for detainment. The hope was that they could get him to give up the location of the other men, but his silence proved he wasn’t giving anything up.

“Why don’t you two keep questioning him, Daisy and I will go back out there and sniff the rest of these guys out,” Walker told the two partners. Jay clenched his jaw tightly as he eyed the target on the other side of the room. He hadn’t had the chance to question him yet, but he already knew whatever he had to say was going to just piss him off.  

“You okay for that?” Hailey asked, turning to face him. Her eyes were cut up at him under the brim of her hat, and there was an earnest look on her face as she awaited his response.

“What do you mean by that?” Walker questioned before Jay could answer. He and Daisy weren’t aware of his history, certainly not in the way Hailey was. The last thing he wanted to do in that moment was dish out the details of his PTSD.

“Nothing,” he told the man bluntly before turning back to Hailey. “I’m fine, really,” he told her. As convincing as he tried to be, her eyes loitered on his face as she tried to measure the truth behind his words.

“You guys go ahead, we’ve got him,” she finally told the other two agents before they hesitantly turned on their heels to head back into the convention center. The second they were gone she stepped closer to him so she could speak to him without the man hearing.

“Look, I’m trusting you here, but the second you start to cross a line, I’m pulling you. This isn’t Intelligence. We can’t take the same risks here that we could under Voight. Understood?” She told him in a low voice. He bobbed his head up and down in agreement before making his way over to the man.

When they first detained the guy, they snapped a picture and sent it back to the analysts at headquarters to get an ID. Jay scanned the man’s file on his phone before slowly making his way over to him. He took a chair and sat it across from the man, turning it so he could sit with his arms crossed over the back of it.

“Mark Jones. You are quite the model citizen. Numerous charges for assault and battery, disturbing the peace, unlawful assembly, multiple violations of restraining orders, the list really goes on. But I don’t care about all of that. I care about why you’re at a veteran’s convention considering how public you’ve been about your hatred for the military,” Jay said, his eyes staring daggers into the man’s face.

“I ain’t talking to you. You’re just another pawn in the game. Too stupid and brainwashed to realize you guys are just a bunch of empty-headed murderers, blindly following whatever our so-called government tells you to,” the man spat back.

Murderers. The word made faces appear in Jay’s head. Faces of those he had killed both in Afghanistan and in Chicago. Faces he had spent years tormented by. He took several deep breaths, trying to ground himself. To keep from losing control. He looked over at Hailey who stood beside him, her arms crossed as she glared at the man across from them. Her attention turned to him and the expression on her face remained the same while the look in her eyes adjusted, sending him a soft message of support. This reassured him and he took one last deep breath before turning his attention back to the man.

“Where are the others?” Jay questioned, dragging out each word through clenched teeth. The man only gave him a snarl and an evil smile. He knew he was rattling Jay, and that only got him even more riled up.

“Ranger, huh?” He asked, avoiding Jay’s question completely and reading the letters across his shirt. “Y’all are the worst ones of them all. What’s your body count?” The man questioned, shifting his eyes from Jay to Hailey. “Baby blues here probably wouldn’t even be able to look you in the eyes if she knew how many, am I right?” The man laughed. Jay let out an annoyed laugh, staring into the space behind the man silently. His tongue trailed the back of his bottom teeth, the rage burning inside him and churning with every word that left the man’s mouth. Suddenly, he stood from his chair, kicking it towards the man aggressively before grabbing him by the collar. Almost immediately, he felt Hailey tugging at his arm to pull him off.

“You’re done, back up or get out,” she told him assertively. He continued scowling at the man, not moving from his position. She pushed against his chest, dropping her tone. “Jay, I’m serious. I’ve got this, stand back,” she told him in a whisper. Her voice snapped him out of the state he was in, and he threw his hands up, backing up and making his way to the wall on the other side of the room.

Jay’s ears rang as he blankly watched Hailey question the man. The room felt like it was spinning and whatever words were being exchanged between the two weren’t registering inside his head. All he could hear was a ringing in his ears, and what sounded like his heart beating out of his chest as his breath and heart rate increased out of control. He closed his eyes and took a breath. In for seven, out for eight. He quietly whispered the prayer of St. Christopher once again.

Grant me, O Lord, a steady hand and watchful eye, that no one shall be hurt as I pass by. You gave life, I pray no act of mine may take away or mar that gift of Thine. Shelter those, dear Lord, who bear my company from the evils of fire and all calamity.

When he opened his eyes, he was startled to see Hailey slowly and cautiously making her way toward him. Her brow was raised at him, and she turned around to look at their detainee before grabbing at Jay’s forearm and dragging him around the corner gently, out of the man’s sight.

“Are you good?” She questioned, a fearful look on her face and deep concern in her voice.

“Yeah,” he told her unconvincingly. But the rapid beating of his heart and the fog in his brain said otherwise. Almost like he had lost control of his body, he blurted out the word “no” as he shook his head. “I just, I-“ there was desperation in his voice, and the words fell out between irregular breaths. He noticed Hailey’s eyes begin to gloss over and she removed her hat, placing it on a chair beside them before closing the space between them. She then reached down to grab his hand, raising it to place it over her heart, keeping it there with her hand pressed tightly over his. This froze him, causing him to lose his breath completely as he brought his eyes down to meet hers. Any other time the touch would’ve had his heart racing, but somehow in that moment, it was what was calming him down.

“Jay, just control your breathing. Feel my heart beating, feel my hand against yours. You’re in America. You’re in New York. We’re both right here together, and you’re okay,” she whispered, taking deep breaths. She counted out her inhales and exhales, urging him to match her pattern of breathing. After a few moments like that, his breathing became normal again and they separated, taking a step back after releasing from each other’s touch.

“I’m sorry,” he told her, feeling embarrassed and vulnerable for letting her see that side of him.

“No, do not be sorry. You have nothing to apologize for.”

He nodded. “How’d you know what to do?” He questioned, picking up on the ease in which she was able to help him overcome the episode.

“After watching you deal with your PTSD alone early in our partnership, I decided to learn how I could help you in those situations in case I ever needed to. I actually asked the department shrink back in Chicago if she could give me any tips. She gave me those grounding techniques, the focusing on your senses, controlling your breathing…” her voice trailed off. He was looking at her deeply, feeling overwhelmed by the amount of care and concern she had for him. When she noticed the way he was looking at her, she looked away bashfully, reaching for her hat and securing it back on her head before clearing her throat.

“Anyway, are you okay?” She questioned. He nodded.

“Thank you.”

She took a deep breath before reaching to speak into the coms.

“Bennett, Burrows, Jones wouldn’t give me any leads on where the others are, but we need to find them fast. I was able to find out that at least two of them are carrying deadly aerosols. They’re after more than just the officials, they want to target as many of these veterans as possible,” she told them.

After calling in two other agents to watch the detainee, Jay and Hailey made their way back into the convention center. Against protest, she insisted they clear the place together. He knew it slowed down the operation, but it comforted him to know she was by his side in case he began to slip into a dark place again. About an hour passed, and they had no luck. The panel that would gather most of the convention attendees and all of the high-ranking officials was soon approaching, and Jay had a new idea to get the guys, but it was risky. They reconvened in the detainment room upon his request. Each of the agents eyed him, waiting for him to speak.

“I think we need to let the panel happen. We know this is what these guys are targeting. It’ll be easier to spot them this way, and we can get them all at once,” Jay proposed, looking between each of them for their reaction.

“It’s too risky, we’d be putting everyone in the room at risk,” Walker said, strongly opposing the suggestion.

“I don’t know, he has a good point. Having them all in one place, we don’t risk one of them slipping through the cracks,” Daisy voiced in support.

“Or it makes everything ten times worse, and they all get lost in the crowd,” Walker argued back. Hailey was quiet throughout the interaction, and they all looked to her to get her opinion.

“I think it’s risky, but I also think it’s the only play we have left,” Hailey said.

“Yeah, well you shouldn’t get a say, you would clearly side with him no matter what,” Walker said bluntly.

“Excuse me?” Hailey bit back. Before the conflict could go any further, Daisy butted in.

“You’re outnumbered here, Burrows, and we’re out of time. We’re doing Halstead’s plan,” she said straightly, turning to head back into the center. There was a distinct tension in the room, but they all shook it off to focus on the task at hand.

It was decided, they wait until the panel began and sniff the guys out. They called in another unit of covert tact guys to cover the perimeter of the crowd. Every minute that passed had them all on edge, and none of them had spotted the guys. Eventually, Daisy got the idea to pull the fire alarm. The ones who looked panicked, desperate to get to the exits would weed out the targets who would be desperate to stay inside. With a stroke of luck, the plan worked. Some of the tact guys were able to spot and take down two of the offenders, Jay and Daisy got another, while Walker and Hailey were left wrestling another to the ground. In the process, the man had dropped an aerosol canister. Hailey’s heart stopped as she watched it roll across the floor, but she breathed a sigh of relief when they got to it with the lid still sealed. The day ended much better than they could have all imagined.

Back at the office, they worked on paperwork late into the night. Jay was still distracted, still dealing with the effects of the day. Hailey helped him with the paperwork so they could get out of there more quickly, something he was grateful for. Logging off their computers and closing up files, Walker rose from his chair.

“I’m really sorry about earlier, I say we all go out to drinks. Clear up the air. I’m buying the first round,” he said, addressing every single one of them as he pulled on his coat.

“You know I would, but I’ve got a baby to get home to. After today, all I need are some tiny person cuddles,” Daisy said with a tired smirk.

“I’m in,” Hailey said, looking over at Jay as they awaited his response.

“I appreciate the apology, but today really had me beat, I’d rather just go home and sleep it all off,” Jay said as he rose from his chair.  Hailey’s gaze remained fixed on him a moment, almost like she was asking if he was okay without saying a word at all. He nodded his head, slowly blinking his eyes at her and she sent him a false smile in response.

“You and me then, kid,” Walker said, eyeing Hailey with a less than wholesome look. Jay tensed up at the thought of the two of them, alone in a bar, winding down in the way he and Hailey were so used to doing. But after everything that had happened, he wasn’t feeling social, and the last thing he wanted was to be out for drinks with the two of them as Walker ogled Hailey the entire night. They left the desks to head out, and he slowly pulled on his coat and grabbed his phone and keys.

“Jay, wait up,” Drake called after him as he passed his office.

“Yes sir?” Jay questioned.

“Nice work today, I know it couldn’t have been easy. At least it wouldn’t have been for me,” he told him, sending a look of sincerity.

“It wasn’t easy, but Upton had my back.”

“Yeah, she’s a good one isn’t she?” Drake said. Jay looked behind him towards the elevators where she and Walker were waiting together. Walker said something to make her laugh, causing Jay’s face to drop immediately. He forced a smile before turning back to Drake.

“Yeah she’s a good piece of gear,” he told him, a phrase only a fellow military man would understand. Drake flashed him a smile in return, and Jay hung his head low.

“Goodnight, Halstead,” Drake told him.

“Goodnight, sir,” he returned before heading out.

He was still trying to decompress after the heaviness of the day, but he couldn’t get the idea of Walker and Hailey out of his head. He’d wished she would’ve said no, wished she wouldn’t be on her way to spend who knows how long with him at a bar. He also wished she would show up at his door, despite him saying he wanted to be alone, bearing booze and comfortable silence that always brought him peace after cases like that day’s. Yet, that night he knew she wouldn’t. So, he went home and immediately went to bed. Part of him was scared to sleep, bracing himself for whatever nightmares were to come as a result of the day’s triggers. He kept a light on that night, knowing if he woke up in the middle of the night from a bad dream it would remind him that he wasn’t in the middle of the desert, fighting for his life and trying to protect those around him. He recited the prayer of St. Christopher for the third time that day, but this time before he could get out all of the words, he was overcome with exhaustion and gave in to sleep.

#upstead #jay x hailey #hailey x jay #jay halstead #hailey upton #chicago pd #upstead fic #justmypartner fics #collection of Em’s fics

[mylifeisactuallyamess]

So I am going through my WIPs and I haven’t posted this one either.

Idiots....

Poe Dameron x Reader

Warnings: angst. That’s pretty much it! They wasted so much time being IDIOTS!

Word Count: 1758

You stood at the entrance to the cave watching the sun rising over the tall trees on the planet Ajan Kloss. The Resistance had been here for a few weeks now and it seemed a decent hiding place from the First Order, for now anyway. You gripped the cup of caf in your hands as the first rays of the day shone into the cave, the sky was tinged with a light golden hue as the small clouds hung lazily in the atmosphere, today was going to be another hot day which you didn’t mind. You cocked your head at the sound of a ship and you recognised it instantly, the Falcon was back which meant he was back. The sound of the ion engines powering down filled you with dread as you pictured Poe Dameron in your mind, his dark messy curls and his smouldering brown eyes making your heart heavy. Poe was the love of your life but this war had ripped you apart, with him risking his life everyday you couldn’t take it anymore, the worry of him not returning pushed you to a breaking point. You had rowed it was your biggest row and the entire base had heard, not that you cared. With a sigh you downed the last of the caf and your feet dragged as you headed to the conference room, you still had a job to do.

You concentrated on Finn as he briefed everyone on the mission and Poe stood to the side, his arms crossed as he let his friend do the talking. Since the evacuation of D’Qar and the Battle of Crait Poe had changed and you could finally see the leader that Leia wanted him to be coming out in him and it made your heart ache all the more. You were proud of him and maybe you breaking off your relationship had been what he needed to really focus on his duty. As you listened you couldn’t help your gaze slowly drifting to Poe, his arms crossed over his broad chest, the necklace with his mother’s ring hanging from it resting on top of his shirt and you felt another pang knowing now that ring would go to someone else. You let out a small sigh and you saw Snap look at you quickly a frown on his face and you quickly schooled your expression. You flinched slightly as Poe addressed the group in his Commander voice but you couldn’t concentrate on what was being said as his voice rolled over you and you tried to fight the rising well of sadness inside you. The briefing ended and you felt someone grab your arm dragging you out of there.

‘Snap…?’

‘You need to stop.’ You pulled your arm free and let some people walk past before fixing your gaze onto him.

‘Stop? Stop what?’ You hissed.

‘You let him go, stop being all doey eyed over him.’

‘I’m not having this conversation…’ you went to walk round him but he spun you back to face him.

‘This isn’t healthy.’

‘What do you want me to do? I can’t just turn off my feelings, they don’t just wink out existence! I can’t calibrate them to be stable! I…..’ you stopped as more people walked past you and you knew Poe would be coming out next and you didn’t want to be here when he did. ‘Just leave me alone Snap.’ This time he didn’t stop you and you walked faster as you heard Poe greet his friend, you didn’t stop until you made it back to your room locking yourself in the refresher you finally allowed yourself to feel. You sat heavily on the floor as the sobs took over your body and you brought your knees up resting your forehead on them. Maybe if you curled yourself up enough you could hold yourself together, that worked right? You rubbed your wet face on your trousers as you rocked slightly feeling the permanent crack in your heart hurt more now than when it happened. You hated yourself sometimes, how you couldn’t just let him do what he did for the Resistance, you had to love him so much that it drove you insane when he didn’t check in or he didn’t return on time. You hated that you loved him too much. You heard a noise and looked up sharply, wiping your eyes hurriedly to try and disguise the fact you were crying.

‘Hello?’

‘It’s me.’ You closed your eyes as a fresh wave of sadness threatened to engulf you just at the sound of his voice. He said your name and you could tell he was sitting just the other side of the door.

‘Do you need me for something?’ You winced at the waver in your voice hoping he didn’t hear it as silent tears now spilled down your face.

‘No.’ You waited for him to say more but he didn’t and you shuffled closer to the door imagining him sitting resting his head and back against the door, his leg cocked and his arm resting on his knee with his eyes closed. You leaned against the door wishing you were really snuggled against him and another silent sob beat your chest as you put a hand over your mouth. ‘You ok in there?’ You could tell by his voice he had heard you crying and you wondered why he had come to find you, neither of you had really spoken after your row a few weeks ago and you had told yourself it was better that way. A clean break and all.

‘Yeah,’ you heard him shift against the door probably matching your position now and you placed a hand up resting it on the cool surface.

‘Will you talk to me?’

‘Poe…’

‘Please, you didn’t really let me have a say when….when you broke it off.’ The strain in his voice tugged at your heart and you found yourself reaching up to unlock the door. At first nothing happened but slowly the door slid open to reveal Poe’s tear stained face. Seeing him like that broke something inside you and you covered your face with your hands as fresh sobs took over. His hands were on you in an instant, his voice breaking as he whispered in your ear, you clutched onto his shirt as his familiar comforting scent washed over you. Your lips collided desperately as you looked for comfort in the only person who could provide it for you. He kissed you just as passionately, his hands pulling you to his body as he craved to feel all of you at once. He mumbled your name against your mouth as he scrunched his face up trying to curb the new tide of tears that threatened to wash over him. Your mind tumbled with all the things you wanted to say; I’m sorry, I didn’t mean it, I want you back, I’m sorry, don’t leave me, I love you…. But you couldn’t bring yourself to say them, you couldn't get past the obstruction in your throat, Poe stole the very air from your lungs as he lavished his full attention on your lips and body. You could feel yourself responding, you never stopped loving him, you never stopped wanting him, never stopped needing him. His hands held you with such care like he was worried you were going to break as he cupped your face gently wiping the fresh tears off your face.

‘I can’t do this anymore…’ he whispered his warm breath fanning over your face as he pulled away slightly. ‘I can’t bear the thought of you finding someone else, I can’t live like this…live without you.’ His voice cracked again and you caught the tear that slid down his cheek. You tried to think of something to say, you tried to speak to reassure him but you still couldn’t get the words out and you felt your heart shatter as the light faded in his eyes as he realised you couldn’t say these things back to him. You felt cold as his hands left your face, he sat back on his heels and he nodded as if telling himself this was for the best.

‘Poe…’

‘No it’s ok. You made it perfectly clear how you felt a few weeks ago.’ You didn’t miss the bitter tone in his voice as he went to get off the floor but you grabbed his arm finally finding the strength to speak.

‘I love you.’ He gave you a watery smile but he didn’t make a move towards you.

‘I know,’ he sighed and rubbed his face, the sound of his stubble against his calloused hand sounded loud in the small space.

‘I’m sorry oh god Poe I’m so sorry!’ He watched you for a second but unable to leave you crying he pulled you back to his chest. He waited for you to calm down before speaking again, your face was pressed against his chest as he gently stroked your hair.

‘I’ve struggled these past few weeks,’ you tensed your arms around him in a reassuring squeeze. ‘Not having you to come back to has been the hardest.’ He moved you slightly, his hand tilting your chin so you were forced to look into his tear filled eyes. ‘I know I’m reckless and I know I will do whatever it takes for the Resistance but….I always thought of you and if I didn’t think I could make it I wouldn’t do it.’

‘You did?’ He nodded as he gazed adoringly at you.

‘But you didn’t let me say that,’ he whispered. ‘You went off and thought you knew it all as per.’

‘So…’

‘So it means we wasted at least three weeks being sad and angry at each other just because we love each other.’

‘So we‘re idiots?’ You asked and he smiled at you before kissing you gently.

‘Well, you’re clearly the bigger idiot than me...ow!’ He recoiled as you pinched him but you couldn’t help the stupid grin that spread across your face and he captured your lips in another kiss.

‘So what happens now flyboy?’ You bit your lip as he grinned back at you, a dark look clouding his eyes a look he only ever gave you.

‘We make up for lost time.’ He slammed the door shut and you hoped no one would come looking for you anytime soon because he was going to keep you busy for a few hours at least.

#poe dameron x reader #idiots #star wars #poe dameron #my writing #mylifeisactuallyamess #angst #poe dameron x you #idiot trope

[pillarmenarevoregods]

Ask: Macro/Micro Vore Pillar Men and Joseph Joestar

First off, I am so so SO sorry for how long this took. Both real life responsibilities and the double standards I hold myself to about creating “quality content” meant my answer to this prompt sat in a half-finished state for a long time. I figure I should just post what I have now and hope it’s sufficient. 

@delcaty007​ (JoJo’s Bizarre Adventure, Macro/Micro Vore, Multiple Pred Scenarios, M/M, Non-fatal, Unwilling, Fearplay, Mentions of Digestion)

I had several ideas for this, and kind of debated which ones were worth fleshing out (or at least what I’d have the time/motivation for). This might not be fully fleshed out stories, but I hope it’s cool still.

I’m writing this in a premise of post-Battle Tendency, through some means, the Pillar Men come back to seek revenge: Kars is brought back from space, Esidisi and Wamuu are revived, and Santana is out of the Speedwagon vaults. BUT they are 30 feet tall and have no idea why/how that happened. They also find many of their abilities missing, BUT also can be in the sun! Yay! And then they find out the hard way that they can’t digest anything. Joseph’s gonna be stuck in a couple different belly jails.

I decided to write these in the order that Joseph fought the Pillar Men in canon. These can technically be independent scenarios of each other, or you can imagine it as the pillar men taking turns sending Joseph down the hatch if you want. I hope you enjoy!

Santana

He sure remembers how annoying that little primitive named Joseph Joestar was to him, and he’s going to find out what happened to him

He quickly learns about the events that transpired with his fellow Pillar Men and knows Joseph is alive

He actually wanted to seek out that Major Von Stroheim asshole first, because of well… I wouldn’t blame him. However he finds out Stroheim died and well, a little disappointing, at least there’s still JoJo to seek out

Once he locates him, Santana literally plunges his hand into the roof of Joseph’s home and grabs him

Joseph attempts to hamon him, but is shocked that… it no longer affects the pillar man. And how did he even get this large?

Santana smirks, considering it dumb for JoJo to even try using hamon when he’s literally outside in the daylight, unharmed.

Deep booming chuckle, “You idiot primitive…” and he starts squeezing Joseph in his hand, thinking it’ll be satisfying to feel his bones snap.

THEN his stomach gurgles and he has a better idea

Without another word, he quickly pops Joseph in his mouth, tilts his head back and swallows him faster than Joseph can process what just happened.

Joseph goes down Santana’s throat in shock, thrashing, trying to climb his way back up, but the muscles of Santana’s esophagus are no match and pull him down to his doom.

Joseph lands on what seems to be trees, brush, and random animals (still alive). It seems like Santana tried swallowing a LOT of different things

Somewhat to his relief, Joseph notices that nothing has really digested.

Santana, on the other hand, can’t care less about what’s happening inside his stomach. He has that annoying JoJo right where he belonged. The weight in his stomach and the occasional minor sting of attempted hamon only tickled a bit. 

Joseph wasn’t going anywhere anytime soon, and Santana likewise said nothing when meeting back up with the other Pillar Men.

The first thought on their minds was to find Joseph too, and Santana had to press his tongue in his cheek at knowing that he simultaneously got to stick it to Kars by eating his “mortal enemy” before he could.  

Esidisi

He remembers how he died, and while on one hand respects Joseph for winning against him, isn’t going to pass up the opportunity to get his own revenge

Finds Joseph out on a solo boating trip (convenient, right?) and all Joseph can see is some massive force swimming in the water rushing towards him

Esidisi rises up like a colossal beast, picking Joseph’s boat out of the water

“JoooJooo, it’s been a while, huh? What, like 10 years?” Esidisi makes sure to smile wide and show off his sharp teeth, bringing the small boat in his hand closer to his face.

Joseph probably pisses himself (let’s be real), screaming “OH MY GOD” or “HOLY SHIT,” which is music to Esidisi’s ears, causing him to belt out laughing.

“Didn’t think you’d see me again, didya?!” Joseph doesn’t even have a response, he’s just thrashing and yelling at this point

“You remember our conversation about the Art of War, yeah? Well I hope you do. Sun Tzu told me one more bit of advice that has truly been the most beneficial to me...”

He lifts Joseph up above his face, “’Keep your friends close, your enemies even closer.’” before dropping Joseph in his open mouth.

Esidisi hums in appreciation as Joseph flails on his tongue before jerking his head back and giving a thorough swallow to send him down.

He places his hand over his stomach, relishing in the sensation of pounding helplessly at his stomach walls, and feeling confident that he can go back to Kars to report that JoJo has been “taken care of.”

After a long while of walking and swimming through the ocean, he notices Joseph was still active inside him. He would have started digesting by now, right?

Esidisi figures all that physical motion may be disrupting digestion, so he finds a coast to sit on and waits it out, occasionally making small remarks to the man inside him

Gets frustrated and cries eventually because why won’t he digest?? Esidisi at first accepted that there were caveats to being alive again and being able to see the Sun finally, but come on

He already couldn’t use his blood vessels, couldn’t absorb the only advantage he had was being giant and still being able to contort his body, and now he can’t even digest someone he’s eaten?

Joseph meanwhile is yelling and pounding on the stomach walls, trying to hamon his way out. Esidisi is very pleased to see that the hamon is ineffective inside him, in fact it just tickles a bit.

The little pounding and yelling and screams eventually become annoying, though. Esidisi has some important pondering he needs to do on what his new life is now, and the squirming noisy human in his stomach keeps distracting him.

He sits down somewhere to ponder whether the trade-offs are worth it, has to tell Joseph, “Shut up and let me think!”

Wamuu

When Wamuu “woke back up” and noticed his masters had, too, one of his first thoughts was strangely where Joseph Joestar was currently.

He wondered whether Kars had succeeded in killing him and taking ascended as the Ultimate Being.

However, when he saw Lord Kars, also made giant by whatever spell or curse has brought them all back to life and made them 30 feet tall, Wamuu could quickly assume by the tantrum he was throwing that Joseph had also defeated him in some way.

While Wamuu didn’t exactly WANT Joseph to defeat himself or Lord Kars, he still believed in a fair fight and that a winner should be able to keep their victory.

Hearing Kars and Esidisi plot together to find Joseph and enact revenge on him (hell, even Santana is making comments about finding “that annoying JoJo”), Wamuu realizes if he wants to ensure his opponent could keep his honor, he’ll have to find the Joestar before the other Pillar Men did.

While locating him, Wamuu picks up and swallows a bunch of humans (he’s a nervous eater, he needs to snack under pressure you know?)

After several hours of the humans still pounding and yelling inside of his stomach, he realizes something was off… they should have been digesting by now, yet they’re still alive and active

Wamuu thinks it’s only fair to spit them up and let them go. He’s a little embarrassed and tactfully apologizes to these humans, “I did not expect for you to still be alive. Please forgive me, if I had known you weren’t going to digest I wouldn’t have swallowed you in the first place.” Thanks good guy Wamuu, very reassuring.   

When he does find Joseph (on a camping trip in the middle of the woods, alone…), he kneels down in a clearing just as Joseph is about to approach that area.

Boy is he surprised to see a giant man kneeling in the normally empty field, especially a man he killed 10 years ago… but giant

“JoJo, we meet again.” Queue the “OH! MY! GODDD!” and trying to runaway classic Joseph Joestar style

Wamuu picks him up like an ant between his fingers and brings him closer to his face.

“I am doing this for your own good, JoJo.” and he opened his mouth wide, held a squirming yelling little Joseph over his mouth and dropped him in, tossed his head back and swallowed.

Unfortunately Wamuu forgot to tell Joseph that he wasn’t going to die,  only places his hand unconsciously over his stomach, kneading his thumb into the area Joseph is pounding at 

When meeting with his Masters (who were unsuccessful at finding Joseph… gee I wonder why) still has his hand over his belly, trying to sooth the commotion inside.

Kars even asks if Wamuu is ill, to which Wamuu responds with “I ate something that isn’t agreeing with me.” Well, he’s not wrong

He will have to let Joseph out… eventually. But right now he just wants to keep him safe and hidden. When that will be? No one knows - especially not Wamuu or Joseph....

Kars

Oh, this man is NOT happy. All that time in space, going slowly insane? Yeah, he has it in for Joseph Joestar.

Just shortly after he stops thinking, he finds himself rapidly pulled back to Earth and suddenly much larger than he remembers being before.

It takes him a bit to gain all his thoughts back, but of course he’s elated once he realizes his companions are back as well.

After rejoicing the return of Esidisi and Wamuu (maybe at least a little happy to see Santana again, as well), he went about pursuing his new important goal

Joseph Joestar needed to feel the fear and despair he himself felt while drifting through space. He decided he wouldn’t kill him… yet.

He needed to see Joseph suffer the same way he had, killing him too quickly would just end that fun.

Kars wanted to take Joseph down in the most humiliating way - it’s only fair after being defeated in front of his enemies in such a humiliating way.

Joseph happened to be at his work office, doing business as usual in his life free of being a hamon warrior

Therefore, it was absolutely unexpected when a giant hand plunges through the glass pane window, grabs Joseph off-guard and holds him tightly in front of the face of the man in his nightmares.

In fact, he seriously just thinks he’s dreaming. Joseph covers his eyes and yells, “I’m dreaming! This is a dream! I’m going to wake up now in three, two, one…..”

Kars waits a beat for dramatic effect before hissing “Zero.” He licks his lips, being able to sense the pure dread and terror of his prey. Oh, it’s making him absolutely giddy

“I want you to know what it feels like, JoJo… To have all your hopes and dreams unfairly stolen from you.” Kars raises him high above his head, and watches the little man squirm. He’s definitely finding this cathartic.

“I drifted through space, not knowing if I’d ever escape that torture. All of my accomplishments going to waste, because of you! I believe it’s only fair, JoJo, that I give you a taste of what I experienced.”

Without much effort, he casually tosses Joseph high up in the air (but not too hard, because he doesn’t want Joseph to actually go into space

As Joseph falls back down from the sky, Kars waits with his mouth wide open and snaps his jaw shut once the screaming man lands in his mouth.

He doesn’t wait long before swallowing, while focusing on ever little sensation of his enemy wriggle down his throat. Finally, he’s conquered the Sun AND Joseph Joestar.

Even after several hours and realizing his stomach wasn’t digesting his prey, Kars accepted that it was poetic justice in a way that Joseph would remain alive, trapped for an indefinite amount of time in his stomach, just like he had been trapped in space

#jjba vore #pillar men vore #unwilling vore #nonfatal vore #gt vore

[babbling-idiot]

Lance Bishop x reader (Aliens)

Requested: "Yo dude! Would you be able to write a Bishop x reader where the reader is kinda depressed and the only thing that cheers her up is singing? So to help her feel better Bishop puts on some 70s music and they’re slow dancing and she’s singing and it’s just a cute happy time???? " By @soggy-enchilada

Warning: Fluff

(Hey there, so I haven't posted in a hot second. I just had some really bad writers block and also the fact that I run out of ideas pretty frequently, so in conclusion to that ordeal I made a second blog but don't worry I still check this one, but anyways I hope you enjoy!)

Bishop wasn't one that really understood human emotions well. All he knew was the way people acted towards certain things. He understood anger and how it starts, he also kind of understood happiness. And as of feelings of being sad, he had a hard time understanding. He had seen some people cry because of a death or a breakup. But he just didn't understand when you got sad.

You had been setting yourself at a distance. Not talking or being in contact with anyone, this was making alot of people worried. Truth be told, you had been feeling depressed lately. Over something that some would probably scoff at, but to you this was a matter of your emotions getting the better of you. You couldn't help it, you were human and that had disadvantages in a way. You hadn't told anyone of your current situation, but you could only imagine what people were thinking when they realized you were missing in action. You knew you would have to give some kind of explanation to them when you came out of your room. And thankfully non of them had came to your room yet to question you. Or at least that was what you thought, because at that very second a certain android had realized your absence and was beginning to get quite worried for you. So, to make sure you were ok he was on his way to your room. Without you knowing of course.

'Knock, Knock'

You look over at your door from your sitting position on your bed. Giving a slight questioning look. You hear two more and a voice that sounded almost like an automated voice mail. "Y/n are you in there?" It was bishop. Of course it was him, of course he'd come here. You sighed out and gave a "Yeah..." barley above a whisper, yet he could still hear it loud and clear. So he opened your door with little to no trouble even though it was locked. "How did you do that?" "Do what?" You gestured to the door. "Oh well that is best explained at another time, my main concern is you. Are you ok? Why haven't you left your room? Have you eaten?" He started to ramble off question that you barley had enough time to even grasp. You raise a hand and he stops "Bishop, I haven't left because I'm not in the best......state? And yes, I have eaten just not alot.." He blinks a few time and stand up to observe the "food" you had eaten in the past day or two. Which did not look like enough to even satisfy someone. "You are not in a good healthy state right now. You have not eaten enough food and I have to get you some. I'll be right back." He says as he walks towards the door. "Wait! No! Don't leave!" He stops as he grasps the door nob. Turning to look at you he tilts his head. "But you need food." "I will eat if you just stay, I don't want to be alone. I thought I wanted to be alone but I dont now." He nods his head and walks over to your bed, sitting at your feet. "What is the matter? I am not capable of knowing how you really feel so please tell me. I am concerned about you." He says looking at you with hope in his eyes? "I promise I will tell you what I'm going though, but I dont think I have the guts to tell you." He stares at you blankly "Are these signs of depression?" You frown slightly while nodding your head. He nods his head and doesn't say anything else. He doesn't know what else to talk about and neither do you. It wasn't an awkward silence but it was comfortable. The fact that he wasn't like all the others who would bombard you with endless question made you happy. In all the short silence you had been singing a song in your head, it being 'How deep is your love by the Bee Gees. You hadn't even realized till now that you had been humming it out loud for about a minute. Bishop had heard you humbing and recognized the song and soon realized that you had a record player in your room. You also had a box full of records. So he stood and walked over to them without you actually noticing. He grabbed the Bee Gees best hits record and began to place it on the player. After turning it on and placing the needle on the right song, it began to play.

'I know your eyes in the morning sun. I feel you touch me in the poring rain. And the moment you wander far from me. I wanna feel you in my arms again...'

When the song filled your ear you smiled. Lifting your head to look straight at bishop as he gave a almost near perfect human smile. He extended his hand towards you. Grabbing it it was slightly cold but from the heat of the blankets made it slightly warmer. He twirled you around as you stood up fully and brung you closer. You laughed at how cliche this was. Bringing both hands to your waist and your on his shoulders, you both began to sway to the rhythm of the music. As you danced you began to sing.

"-And you come to me on a summer breeze, keep me warm in your love and then softly leave, and it's me you need to show, how deep is your love?"

You felt so at ease and so happy that you hadn't even realized that a smile had broken across your face as you sang. This was the only thing that made you happy in times like this. Either it was watching people get joy out of singing or listening to your favorite songs and belching out the words, it was all the same. Like now, you had found so much peace that you had layed your head on bishops shoulder, softly singing the rest of the song. He fully wraps his arms around your waist and brings you closer, he could feel your calm heartbeat against is synthetic chest. He wasn't human, but the feeling of your heartbeat against him made him feel alive. Made him wish he was human just so he could feel the emotion of being happy in the moment with you.

When the song began to come to a stop and "Staying Alive" began to play. He walked over to it and turned it down slightly. Walking back over to your standing form he held you against him once again. You smiled at him. "Your a good dancer bishop." "I was simply swaying to the music." "You have rhythm, not alot of people can say they have that especially androids. Plus your very nice to be around." You say as you lay your head back on his shoulder. He then lays his upon yours "You are the only human that has ever shown me real signs of care and compassion. I think I have grown to like you y/n." You smile even wider at this "I think I have too bishop." You both continue to sway to the beat. No word were spoken and the dancing wasn't looking to be stopped anytime soon. But one thing was for sure, that your small episode of depression had seemed to fade off into the distance. Like a forgotten tune. One that you hope would stay away for a long time. Especially since bishop had decided to come in and dance with you, it seemed to make your whole gloomy day brighten up. And luckily during that whole dancing you managed to not step on his toes.

(Well then that was actually really fun. Lmao! Thank you so much for this, it was fun and I got to bring out the inner music geek within me so thank you for that. Old music is like my things so any request like this I will put heart and soul into. Anyways thanks again and I hope you have an amazing day and stay safe out there in the world!)

#lance bishop x reader #lance bishop imagines #lance bishop #bishop x reader aliens #aliens

[pikemoreno]

that first day

a continuation of ‘face to face’

pairing: din djarin x reader

summary: a beautiful day in a safe, pleasant place gets din thinking about his past, present, and future. takes place the day after the riduurok.

word count: 1.5k

warnings: absolute mush, sadness if you squint and tilt your head

a/n: writing posted two days in a row? who even am i?

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A long night turned into a comfortable, warm morning. The first night of being able to share a cot without the hindrance of the bulky metal that was in between you was better than you could've imagined. Since waking up an hour and a half ago, all you had accomplished was lying right there in that spot, exchanging soft words and softer touches. You both begrudgingly got up at the two-hour mark and slid your discarded clothes back on, relishing in the fragrant breeze and sunlight from where you'd opened the hatch upon waking. You were still pleasantly groggy when Din grabbed you by the hand, pulling you into an embrace for the umpteenth time, resting his head against yours. It was so comfortable for him. Now that he'd experienced it, he never wanted to go a day-- or even an hour, really-- without it. The memory of ever not being able to feel your skin on his was already fading.

His eyes blinked open and looked over your shoulder at a small noise behind you. 

The kid stared at the pair of you, wide-eyed and-- frightened?

Why would he be--

And then it donned on Din: the little guy had no idea who he was. In the little one's eyes, the man in front of him was definitely not his buir. His buir was shiny and imposing; this man embracing his other buir was neither of those things. Din removed himself from your embrace to walk over to him slowly. You turned to face him too, trying to stifle a laugh at his evident uncertainty of the new Din.

"Ad'ika," he called softly, kneeling to his level. "It's me." 

The kid was not having it. He shrank back with a little squeak, and Din's face fell. His own kid was utterly terrified of him. You grabbed the helmet from where it lay on a crate and handed it to him.

"Here. Put it on. We'll have to show him." Stepping calmly over to the skittish child, you picked him up, letting him bury his face in your shoulder. Oh, what a traumatic morning this was for him! He wakes up from a long night and looks for his buirs to find one of them with some strange man? He might've been hurting them! And where was his shiny buir anyway? Your voice stepped in to soothe him. "It's alright, ade. Look," you pointed to where Din had put the helmet back on. The little one squealed with delight, making grabby hands.

"It's me, see?" Din removed the helmet again and set it down, raising his arms to either side in a vulnerable, wide-open pose.

The kid looked between the two of you like you'd both grown three heads. The fact that his shiny buir was just a normal-looking man was a very rude awakening. He remained a little suspicious as you handed him off to Din, still very stiff in his arms. 

"Well, we'll work on that," Din laughed, rubbing the little one's ears, "Let's get you back outside, ad'ika. It's already been a stressful day for you." 

You laughed too, feeling your heart grow warm as you watched the fondness so plainly on Din's face. Sure, you'd heard it in his voice before, seen in it his actions, but never was his love for the kid so blindingly apparent. The way his eyes softened and his dimple appeared at the end of his bright smile, the way he made faces at him to try to win him over. He was surprisingly expressive for a man who hadn't had his expressions seen since childhood.

You decided to go down to the river today. It was remarkably calm, the water breathtakingly clear and sparkling with only the smallest little ripples interrupting the view to the bottom. You sat on the bank for a while with ade while he checked it out and explored in the sand. 

Din, on the other hand, stripped down to suitable attire for swimming and eagerly jumped in, relishing in absolute freedom

You were curious to see how the kid would react to you taking him into a much larger, splashier body of water than he'd played in the day before. Could his species swim? Did they even float? 

You started by holding him above the water, letting his toes barely touch the surface-- you were the one to do it, as he was still pretty unconvinced about Din and you didn't want him any more uncomfortable. His feet started kicking immediately, and you lowered him further. He took like a fish to water,-- maybe he was a fish, who knew at this point-- eagerly swimming between you and Din. 

"Good, ade!" 

Soon he was diving down to the bottom and, you winced, coming up with a fish in his mouth. 

"No, don't--" He swallowed it whole. You sighed. "Alright, then. But that's your lunch." He just laughed.

Another hour of swimming and diving, and the child was pulling himself onto the shore and curling up on the blanket you laid out, eyes heavy with exhaustion. You followed him up, laying out on the blanket yourself and soaking in the high afternoon sun, letting it dry you. It was nothing short of perfect. There was no way you could be allowed to be this happy. You looked towards where your riduur was floating peacefully in the water, looking as much like a gleeful child as the little green one. He saw you looking and swam over, crawling up onto the bank. He fell onto the blanket next to you and then thought better of it, scooching down so that his head laid on your stomach. The cold water from his hair dripped down onto your sun-warmed skin.

"Stars, that's cold," you shivered. He chuckled, turning to leave small kisses on your stomach in apology, mumblingly out a "sorry." You smiled and moved your hand to his hair. It had become quickly apparent that Din really appreciated his hair being played with. He shivered too as your fingernails scratched against his scalp.

"You looked like you were having fun," you mused, moving your fingertips down to trace over the scars on his bare torso. You were still discovering them, learning them.

"I haven't been able to do that in forever," he half-whispered. "I used to love the water when I was a kid, but The Creed doesn't allow for it. Anytime I had my helmet off outside, I couldn't relax. If I got to be in water, it was never for fun. This," he sighed, bringing a hand up to ghost over your jawline, "Made me feel like I was back there, that everything was safe, that I still had my parents. I remember I used to beg them to take me to the lake. We would go every single week, no matter what." He smiled at that. The thought of their deaths remained forever painful, but it was clear this memory wasn't tainted by that in the least. Memories of family days by the water remained sacred, peaceful. "I was such a brat sometimes."

"Really?"

"Absolutely," he scoffed. "They spoiled me as best as they could. We weren't wealthy, but I never wanted for anything." 

"That's all we can do as parents, hmm?" you half-joked, looking over to the snoozing green child of yours. 

"Yeah," a beat of pleasant silence, "They would've loved you." You sat up, fully meeting his gaze. He sat up too. 

"You think so?"

"Of course," he rested his forehead against yours, "Just like I do." You sat in that moment for a minute, interspersing it with kisses, before laying back down on the blanket. You soon joined the kid in a light slumber while Din found himself unable to join you fully. He was still unable to will himself into not being in protective mode, but he didn't mind. It was still relaxing to him to just be for a while, watching your chest rise and fall, your mouth twitch at a secret dream. He took the time to think about where you’d been: all you’d been through with him, so graciously-- he knew he hadn’t been easy to deal with at first. He thought about where you were going. Stars, who could say? He had no idea, but the very thought of more days with you thrilled him. Perhaps most importantly, he thought about where you were. Safe, happy, and belonging to each other for the first time.

At some point, the kid woke up and craved the same attention. Deciding this strange man had to be his buir, he hobbled still half-asleep over to squeeze himself between you and Din. He made himself comfortable and slowly fell back into the peaceful slumber of a carefree summer day with both of his buirs-- now officially, though he couldn't have told you the difference.

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[space-and-galaxies]

wrote a fic for my set after series but its not showing up in the tag so im posting on main 

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The lawn of the mansion was more packed than usual but that didn't stop Donald from seeking the boys out with his eyes, it was second nature to him at this point honestly. He found them together -which didn't surprise him in the least-, looking rattled, seemingly searching for something. That something didn't have a word for itself but he knew what it was, and he also knew it was now Della's job to provide that. And that didn't bother him anymore, he was glad the boys had their mom- it was all he had ever wanted for them. But that meant facing a hard truth- he wasn't the one taking care of them anymore. He had come to terms with that by now and he was okay with it, the boys deserved to have an actual parent in their lives, not just an uncle they had to settle for. No matter how much he had wanted them. No matter how much he had thought of them as his kids. They weren't, not really, and now he had the chance to have his own kids.

So why did it feel so wrong?

He watched as Della went over to them, offering comforting and reassurance, but they didn't even register it which made him frown. They had been receptive to her before- well, Louie had taken longer than his brothers but now he adored her just as much, what had changed?

Scrooge apparently had noticed as well and also made his way over to them, trying to help but the same thing happened. His frown deepened, something was going on here. Before he even realized what he was doing he was going over there and bending down to the triplets level, he tried to ask them what was going on but they hugged him before he could get a word out. He easily wrapped all three of them up in his arms and rubbed their backs, whispering soft reassurances to them.

"This is all over now, right? They're not gonna attack our family anymore?" Huey asked; the three of them looked at him wanting comfort.

"It's over." Donald confirmed. And that was true, F.O.W.L had been disbanded once and for all, and even if one or two people tried something it wouldn't as bad as today was. "It's okay now, boys, everyone's okay." He stared up at his Uncle and sister who were watching the scene with an ineffable look, "Right?" He told them promptingly.

"Right." They both quickly responded.

The boys seemed placated by that and let him go, "Thanks, Uncle Donald."

"Of course." They took off after that, probably to find the other kids and he turned back to the other two. "What?" He asked, noting their looks hadn't changed. They jumped out of it.

"Nothing. How did you know what to do?"

He shrugged, "Practice. Experience. Knowing them better than they know themselves. Of course they’re on edge, two of their own were taken today.” Speaking of, where was...? He found Webby talking to Mrs. B and smiled, good, they both needed that.

"Yeah, but," Della shook her head but continued at the stare he gave her. "They responded to you." They did, didn't they? He tried to give her an answer for that but found he didn't have one himself. Why did they do that? They had Della now, she was all they had ever wanted- they had tried to hide it from him but he knew how to read them exceptionally well and really couldn't blame them. He raised them but he wasn't a parent, they wanted a parent. And now there were two little girls who wanted a parent as well, and maybe he could be that for them. And that was okay, the boys had Della, he had the chance to be an actual parent, everything worked out in the end.

Right?

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That night he went back to the houseboat, normally after big events like this he liked to be near his family but he still had some packing to do. He and Daisy were planning on waiting a few days for things to settle down -and taking the time to get May and June things they would need- before leaving, but there was still a lot he had to pack. They were coming back eventually, but he didn't know how long they'd be gone and it was better to be safe than sorry. He didn't know why he had ever thought he could move away permanently, today had reminded him of how much he loved his family, and how much he hated the thought of being separated from any of them for too long. Constant adventuring did funny things to the brain he supposed.

He was cut out of his thoughts by a knock at the door and tilted his head, letting out a 'huh'. "Come in!" He shouted figuring it would be Della, wanting him to come back inside the mansion or just wanting to be near him after what almost happened to him. Imagine his surprise when three figures stepped into the room. "Boys." He blinked. "You know you never have to knock. What's up?" They were about to answer when they noticed him packing,

Dewey tilted his head, "What're you doing?" Oh right, here came the hard part. They didn't need him as much anymore, but he still couldn't imagine them taking him leaving very well.

"Packing."

"You're still leaving?" Louie asked quietly.

Donald gave them a shaky smile, “Yeah, you three have Della and Scrooge now.”

“That doesn’t mean we don’t need you too.” Huey protested; his brothers nodded in agreement and Donald's smile grew more genuine.

"It's not forever, I could never leave our family forever. It's just a little vacation, after everything that's happened it's long overdue. But I'll still have my phone on me- anytime you want to call me you can, for any reason. And we're not leaving for a few days, there's no way Della would let that happen." He said with a chuckle.

The three of them looked at each other, having one of their numerous silent conversations. "Can we sleep here tonight?"

He softened instantly, "Of course you can." He then noticed how late it was so he decided to stop packing for the night and moved everything off to the side so the boys could climb in the hammock. Once the four of them were situated he began humming, hoping that would lull them to sleep and pulled them close to him, needing some form of grounding and knowing they needed it too. It had been a long day for all of them, so he prayed with every inch of him that they were able to sleep through the night.

Only a few hours passed before he woke up. He was greatly intuned to any signs of distress from the boys so when he noticed what woke him he wasn't surprised at all. Dewey was having some sort of nightmare and was muttering something in his sleep, but he quickly grew louder. "Dad!" He called out, still not waking up. Oh. Oh.

It was like everything just suddenly fell into place. That was what felt so wrong, he already had his own kids, they were just as much his as they were Della's- maybe even more. He was their Dad, he had always been their Dad, in everything but name. But what was a name anyways? Just a label, there were more important things that determined people's significance to one another. He raised them, he was there for them when no one else was, protected and defended them from everything that could hurt them, no matter how small or infinitesimal -it didn't matter to him, as long as there was a chance they could get hurt he was there-, and maybe that was all that mattered. Names weren't important, actions were.  

Dewey was getting more restless so Donald figured this wasn't a nightmare he could wake himself up from and did it himself. He jolted up, panting, and Donald quickly but gently grabbed him in a hug and started to soothe him; the movement woke the other two up. "Ugh, what's going on?" Louie sleepily mumbled. "Dewey?" He asked, more awake when he noticed where his brother was. Dewey just shook his head.

"He had a bad dream." Donald explained and Huey and Louie shared a look which he understood almost too well, Dewey was the least likely of them to get nightmares, when he did it meant something was really wrong. Of course, today had been, something, so it hadn't been surprising in the least that one of them had gotten one, but the fact that it had been him was especially worrying. "Do you want to talk about it?" He asked once he calmed down.

"It was just about what happened today." Dewey said quietly. "I know I couldn't say anything but it was really scary." Donald hummed, with Huey gone the oldest brother roll had fallen on him and it was something he had always taken very seriously. Louie pressed his head into his brother's and Huey wrapped them up in a hug of his own.

Donald smiled. "You were very brave today, all of you were, I am so proud of you." The look they gave him in return did funny things to his heart.

What was he doing? He couldn't just leave them, they needed him- probably more than they needed anyone else, besides each other, he saw that now. But May and June needed a parent too, only now he wasn't so sure that he could be it, or that he really wanted to be. That sounded bad, but four kids were more than enough for him, besides, those girls deserved a quiet life after everything they had been through and he didn't think he could provide that- adventuring was just as a part of him as it was the rest of his family. But he still needed an actual break from it, he still needed this trip, and looking down at the boys all huddled against him he realized that they needed it too. Hmmm...

The next morning was just as hectic as you'd expect the morning after taking down an evil secret organization to be, breakfast fire and all. Donald quickly threw the food into the pool and the four of them watched it sink to the bottom. The boys started laughing after a few moments and he fondly let out a few chuckles, "Okay, no more experimenting with food in small places." Huey's brothers looked at him teasingly and he playfully shoved them.

"So what dewey dew for breakfast now?"

"Ummm..." Donald said as he noticed Daisy walk into the backyard; the triplets looked at each other and quietly excused themselves, they could just find something in the mansion. Daisy smiled at them as they passed her then made her way on the boat, giving Donald a peck on the cheek as soon as she reached him. He blushed and rubbed his neck, "We need to talk. Not that talk!" He hurriedly added on when he noticed her look. "It's, umm, about our trip." She looked at him understandingly and gestured to the houseboat.

Once the two of them got settled on the couch he started talking, "I've been thinking, a lot, I don't think I can go on it with you- or May or June. It doesn't, it doesn't feel right, I mean, the triplets need me, I can't just leave them. I know they have Della and Scrooge now, but they just don't respond to them like they do me. And after everything they've been through.... they just need to be around someone who really understands them." He rubbed his neck. "And well, after raising them for ten years that's me."

She grabbed his free hand, "It's okay, Donald, I understand. They're your boys. Actually," He tilted his head at her, intrigued. "I've been talking to May and June and while they really like you, we've agreed that it might be best if they be in an environment they can truly heal in, so I think I'm gonna take them in."

"Daisy..." He said with awe.

"I want to, Donald, you've really rubbed off on me. Watching you with the triplets, and Webby... well, it's one of the reasons I like you so much. I know I can do for those girls what you've done for the four of them. Besides, it might be a little too soon for us to do something like this. But someday, I would absolutely love to go with you."  

Donald stared at her completely enamored, "How did I get so lucky?"

She squeezed his hands, "I'm the lucky one." They smiled at each other and she continued, "Anyway, I just wanted to stop by and tell you that, and to see about postponing the trip myself, I really think right now they just need peace and quiet- or as much of that as they can get in Duckberg. Go be with your boys, Donald, I'm not going anywhere." He grinned at her and they shared a kiss, god he loved her. Loved? Yeah, yeah, he loved her. He really did.

He walked her to the front door of the mansion, giving her one last kiss then bent down to hug May and June. The two of them shared a hug with Webby and then they and Daisy were off. Donald looked down at Webby, "Had breakfast yet, Kiddo?" She shook her head so they made their way to the kitchen. "How are you feeling after everything?"

"Good, I talked to Granny and Uncle Dad Scrooge." He hummed, not commenting on the 'Uncle Dad' part, some things took a while to get used to, he knew that better than anyone. "And sure, some things have changed but the important things haven't, and that's what matters! Plus, now I'm really a member of this family!"

"Webby, you always were." He told her sincerely; she beamed and hugged him.

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When they got to the kitchen he was surprised to see everyone else in there, Mrs. Beakley was making breakfast -which was not a surprise- and Scrooge was helping her. Della was attempting to help as well but was being shooed away and the boys were giggling at her. Donald's heart hadn't felt so full in a long while. He sat down next to them while Webby went to help and was allowed to, much to Della's chagrin. "How come she gets to?!"

"She's never burnt the kitchen down making cereal, dear." Mrs. Beakley told her and she pouted but went to sit down.

Louie nudged Huey, "So that's where you get it from." Dewey let out a gasp and Huey rolled his eyes at them. "Where did Aunt Daisy go?" Louie then asked, looking around.

"Oh she took May and June back to her's, where they're gonna be staying from now on." The triplets glanced at each other. "They've been through a lot, we've both agreed that this is what's best for them."

Della turned to him, "Wait I thought you guys were taking them on your trip?"

"Yeah, we're not doing that anymore...." The kitchen fell silent and the others shared glances with one another. Finally, Huey spoke up,

"It's because of us, isn't it?" He asked quietly, looking down; his brothers did the same.

Donald sighed, "Yes and no," He said honestly. "Last night made me realize some things, mainly how silly I was thinking I could ever leave you three for more than a few hours." They jerked their heads up. "You said it yourselves- you need me, and what kind of Uncle would I be if I ignored that? Not the kind I want to be, that's for sure." Saying Uncle felt off, but that was a conversation for another time.

The boys shared another look, "Speaking of last night," Dewey said awkwardly, playing with his fingers. "I might've called you Dad in my sleep." Oh, guess it was another time already. "I don't know if you heard, but I wanted to apologize anyways, I know you don't like it when we call you that."

"What!" Della said, making everyone turn to her. "Why don't you let them call you that, Donald? You're the one who raised them for the first ten years of their lives. Okay, yeah, maybe you thought them calling you that would replace me in some way, but I'm here now and I'm telling you that you are their Dad- I couldn't think of a better person to have that name for them. Or a better person to be doing this parenting thing with."

"Well, that was something else I realized last night- when you said that, Dewey, everything just clicked." Donald admitted. "I've had my problems with it before, but if you three want to call me Dad I'm more than okay with it." The triplets grinned and hugged him, he gladly reciprocated with a grin of his own while Della looked at them fondly. After that breakfast was served and everyone ate, sitting around the kitchen table. It was crowded, but they wouldn't have it any other way. As they ate Donald noticed Della kept glancing at him and he raised an eyebrow at her but she just turned back to her food. Huh, wonder what that was about?

Once breakfast was finished and the kitchen was clean everyone went their separate ways for the day, well most of everyone. The boys caught up with Donald and he looked at them curiously. "So you're not going on your trip anymore.....?"

Ah, that was what this was. "Daisy and I agreed that it was too soon for us, besides, May and June need most of her attention right now and you three need mine." He paused for a moment considering something and then continued. "Actually, I still want to go on it- I really do need a vacation, but how would you like it if the four of us went instead?" The triplets looked at one another, their expressions almost entirely unreadable. "Take your time, I'm not in any hurry. And whatever you decide I'll be fine with, it's just a suggestion."

"How long would we be gone?" Huey asked.

"Not that long, a few months a most. Just a small break, you three weren't raised like me and Della and I can tell this constant adventuring is getting to you." He bent down to their level. "I just want you to be okay." They had another silent conversation then turned to him,

"We're in."

The next few days were as hectic as that morning had been, and between the packing and the planning Donald hadn't really had any time to himself. But that was okay with him, alone time was overrated. The boys were slowly getting more and more excited and that excitement was infectious, and not just with him, after they had told the others the updated plan and after some hesitance they got excited as well. Sure, it would be hard for the family to be split up but they could tell how much the four of them needed this. However, there was one person who wasn't as excited, and as Donald loaded his car up he knew he had to talk to her.

He walked up to the step she was sulking on and sat next to her. "Dells, I know you just got back to us and how hard this will be, but I promise I'm not trying to take them from you."

She looked at him, "No I know that, they need us, you need this, but now it's my brother and my boys." He nodded understandingly. "I would come with you, but I know you haven't had any real time with them since you moved into the mansion, and I also know how much all four of you miss that. I'll be okay, eventually; who knows, maybe this'll be good for me too? Ever since I've been back I've been so focused on being their Mom, I need to remember who I am outside of that."

"I'm proud of you."

"And I'm proud of all of us." Louie let out a groan from behind them and they laughed as they turned to him. "Everything good to go, Honey?" He nodded, then hesitated for a moment before hugging her. She let out a small surprised noise and hugged him back, they were joined by his brothers a few seconds later. "You three be good for your Dad, okay? Don't give him too hard of a time."

"Yes, Mom." They chorused, though everyone knew that it wouldn't happen, then started saying goodbye to the others. Donald turned to his sister and gave her a hug of his own,

"I'll miss you, don't get on Scrooge's nerves without me." She chuckled, ignored Scrooge's squawk, then asked if he was sure he was sure about this. "Yeah. I love Daisy, but the boys are my adventure. They always will be.” And then it was his turn to say goodbye to everyone else. Mrs. B's was short and to the point, but was filled with love just like everything else she did for her family, Webby's was longer and more emotional, brimming with assurances and promises to do stuff together when he and the boys got back. Scrooge's, Scrooge's was different, and in a way might've been the hardest one.

"Uncle Scrooge."

"Donald Duck."

"Oh come on, just hug each other already!" Della shouted; they looked at one another before doing so. Donald would never admit it, but he had always loved his Uncle's hugs, they felt like home. This hug, in particular, was especially comforting.

"Ae know ae dinnae say it much, but ae am proud o' yew, Nephew. Yew've grown inta such an admirable man and yew've done such a good job with the triplets. Ae know ae'm hard on yew sometimes, but that's just because ae want ta see yew succeed, and yew have- far beyond what ae had ever hoped. Have fun on yer trip, yew deserve it."

Donald choked back tears, "Thanks, Uncle Scrooge. I know I act like I don't care, but your approval has always meant the most to me. I owe a lot of who am I today to you. Thank you for being a good Uncle, to all of us." The rest of the family joined the hug, not one dry eye in sight, and then Donald and the boys were off. They all waved to each other until the car went out of view then Donald looked at his boys through the rearview mirror,

"You three ready for this?"

"Yeah." They were ready for anything.

#ducktales 2017 #the last adventure #donald duck 2017 #donald huey dewey and louie duck 2017

[clumsyclifford]

If you are still taking prompts could you possibly do a combined 98 and 83 for jalex? Your writing style always makes my chest so warm! :))

hello !! sorry this is so late, i finished it but then got super stuck in my head about whether or not it was any good so i didn’t post it for, you know, four whole months. but in the interest of getting rid of some inbox prompts i’ve decided it doesn’t matter so i hope you like this. based on a true story lol :)

read it here on ao3

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Alex is just settling in to watch some Game Of Thrones when his phone rings. It’s Jack, and his silly contact photo flashes across Alex’s screen. Without a second thought Alex answers.

“Hey, what’s up?”

“Alex? Are you at home right now?” Jack sounds kind of panicked. Alex is immediately on high alert. His spine stiffens.

“Yeah, what’s up?”

“Oh thank God,” Jack mutters, and then with increasing distress, “I just dropped off my parents at Reagan and I was on my way back and I was driving on Clara Barton Parkway because that’s where the GPS told me to go but I’ve never driven on this road before and there are no signs and I didn’t, I couldn’t, I thought— I was—”

“Hey, take a deep breath,” Alex says, rising to his feet. “What’s going on?”

“I drove the wrong way and then had to swerve off the road and I hit the wall and I’m freaking out,” Jack says in one breath. The consternation in his voice only grows. “I’m— the mirror came off and I haven’t tried to start the car but I’m literally facing the wrong direction and I’m really fucking scared. I know this is so fucking stupid but—”

“Okay, deep breath,” Alex says again. “Stay there. I’m coming to get you. Just sit tight, okay? You want me to stay on the phone?”

“No,” Jack says in a small voice. “Actually I’m gonna hang up so I can cry because I think I’m in shock right now but I’d rather get it out before you get here.”

Alex chews his lip, feeling his heart speed up at Jack’s obvious alarm, but there’s not a lot more he can do. “Okay,” he says, already shoving shoes onto his feet. “Text me your location?”

“Yeah.”

“Okay. I’ll be there as soon as I can. Call me if—” He hesitates. “Yeah. Just, if you need anything.”

“Okay,” Jack says again. “See you soon. Thanks.”

“Be careful.”

“Yeah.”

The call drops. Alex grabs his keys and is out the door and driving away before he remembers he never turned the TV off.

-

In the end, Alex doesn’t need Jack’s location. He’s impossible to miss. His is the only car that’s pulled over on the grassy shoulder, and it’s definitely the only car facing into the traffic.

As soon as Alex spots Jack’s car, he shifts into the left lane and puts on his hazards. A few feet away, he slows to a stop. Other drivers are going to hate him for blocking the left lane, but they’ll just have to deal. 

Through the front window Alex can see Jack, staring out at him, wearing an abject expression. Alex turns off his car, gets out, and walks over. 

The damage is bad, but it could be a hell of a lot worse. At least the car is still mostly in one piece, excluding the right-hand mirror, which, true to Jack’s word, has been torn off and is now hanging from the side. A small dent on the front shows where the car had hit the wall before Jack had managed to straighten out. Alex pulls at the driver side door and swings it open to reveal Jack, clutching the steering wheel.

“Hey,” Alex says carefully. “You okay?”

Jack looks at him. He’s clearly been crying, although he isn’t now, and red rims his eyes. “Yup,” he says, sniffing. “Awesome. This has just been the best day ever.”

“Yeah, I bet,” Alex says, holding out a hand. “Come on. Get out. You won’t get hit, my car’s blocking traffic like the asshole I am.”

Jack laughs wetly and takes Alex’s hand. As soon as they’re out of the car he flings his arms around Alex’s shoulders. It’s more or less the response Alex had expected, so he just returns the hug as steadily as he can.

“I’m the biggest fucking stupid fucking moron in the world,” Jack says into Alex’s shoulder. “I can’t believe I drove the wrong way.”

“No, you were right about the signs,” Alex says. “There’s, like, nothing that says anything out here. They really need to up their signage game.”

“I’ve never driven the wrong way on a road before,” Jack mumbles. “I honestly don’t think I’ve ever been more terrified than when I realized. There was a car coming straight at me. I thought I was gonna die.”

“Jesus.”

“Yeah. So, um, crashing the car into the wall was not ideal, but…”

“You definitely handled this as well as you could have,” Alex says encouragingly. “Given the situation.”

Jack just groans and pulls away. “I’m sorry you had to come all the way out here just because my dumb ass—”

“Hey, cut it out,” Alex interrupts. “It was an honest mistake. Everyone makes those. Not your fault.”

“It was literally my fault, Alex.” Jack gives him a pathetic look. “I thought it was a one-way two-lane road and when the road split in two I panicked and shifted to the left lane. Which turned out to actually just be this lane.” He gestures at the road upon which Alex’s car is parked. “One that goes in the other direction.”

“You’re a good, smart driver,” Alex says firmly. “There wasn’t a sign, that’s not your fault. And you drove the wrong way on a road and managed to not die, which is the most important thing in my book.”

Jack sighs. He doesn’t look convinced, but he doesn’t keep harping on it. Instead he says, “I think one of the tires might have blown out when I swerved. I hit the curb pretty hard and then I heard something but I was kind of in panic mode so I haven’t gotten out of the car to check.”

Alex wanders around to the other side of the car, which is flush against the wall — the noise barrier, Alex is pretty sure they’re called, although in his opinion a wall is a wall — and peers at the front right tire. “Oh, yeah,” he says, grimacing. “This one is blown out.”

“Fuck,” Jack groans. “Of course it is. This has officially been the worst day ever.”

“Okay, easy,” Alex says, returning to Jack. “Have you called Triple A?” Jack shakes his head. “Alright, well, that’s the first step.”

“You didn’t— I’m sorry I made you come,” Jack says mournfully. “I just didn’t— I don’t know. I panicked.”

“Jack,” Alex says, reaching to tilt his chin up. “Stop. I don’t mind. I’m glad you called.”

There’s a pause, the kind of pause that lingers in the air and feels both impossibly long and short at once. Jack’s eyes are a deep, warm brown. They hold Alex’s gaze for a moment, and then dip to the ground again. Alex’s hand drops back to his side.

“I’ll call them,” Jack says quietly. “Just…wait with me, please?”

“Of course,” Alex says. “I can be this jackass as long as you need.” He nods at his car, which is still very much blocking the lane. The road is pretty empty at this hour, thankfully; Alex can’t even begin to imagine what might have happened to Jack had he driven straight into busy traffic. Thinking it almost makes him shiver.

“Thanks,” Jack says, biting his bottom lip. “One day I’ll stop making idiotic mistakes for you to fix, but obviously that day is not today.”

“This isn’t an idiotic mistake, and if you say that one more time I will kick you.” Alex raises his eyebrows. “And I’ve made plenty of idiotic mistakes myself. New Year’s Eve last year? You remember that?”

“I don’t think that’s the same.”

“Yeah, it’s way, way worse. This is so much less fucked up by comparison. It looks bad now, but soon you’re gonna tell this story at parties. You’re gonna seem super badass.”

Jack snorts. “Yeah, it’s so badass to drive the wrong way on the road.”

“I’m just saying don’t beat yourself up,” Alex says gently. “It’s okay.”

Jack swallows, nods. His gaze jumps up to Alex’s for just a second before flitting elsewhere. “Okay,” he says. “Thanks.”

“Anytime,” Alex says, and he means it. His lips quirk in a smile. “Now call someone to tow your car, god damn it, or we will both die on this parkway.”

As Alex had hoped he would, Jack laughs a little. Something seems to lift off his shoulders. “Yes sir.”

“Attaboy,” Alex says, humming as Jack lifts his phone to his ear. He takes a seat on the curb, legs semi-crossed on the paved road.

When Jack joins him a couple minutes later, their shoulders touch. It has to be on purpose, because Jack doesn’t shift or move away. He doesn’t say anything, and neither does Alex, and Alex wonders if this is kind of what it feels like to drive straight into traffic, except he knows if it is he’d never dare swerve. The crash could kill him. Or it could be the best thing that ever happens to him. And that might just be worth the risk.

#jack barakat #alex gaskarth #jalex #jalex fic #all time low #atl fic #fic #my fic #:/// #fuck clara barton parkway #im actually probably gonna have to drive on clara barton parkway to pick up sam and meghna tomorrow hahahah #tomorrow meaning today i guess technically lmao #this incident happened to ME driving back from reagan airport once #it traumatized me a little not gonna lie #fortunately in that situation the tires were fine #but the mirror did get fucked #anyway ill stop talking in case youre reading these tags before you read the fic #what are you doing you idiot stop that go read the fic

[eliyah-de-dark]

Two Lies and A Truth part 2

Turns out the Startrain can get a person from London to Paris in what feels like a matter of minutes. Marinette waited on the platform, alone in a crowd of commuters, with her wide brim hat pulled down low over her face. She wore her hair down, a countermeasure against any old friends who might recognize her style, and opted for an equally unfamiliar white and pink sundress. She'd originally made it for her dream date with Adrien. Now it would meet one of the only friends she had left.

The train from London pulled in, and Felix Graham de Vanily was the first off. He wore his signature dark gray three piece suit, a white shirt making his skin seemed more tanned. He scanned the crowd, forcing people to move around him as his vibrant green eyes searched for her.

She wove a path through the crowd and grabbed his hand. "Hey," she said weakly.

He froze, taking in her changed appearance before speaking. "Your hair looks nice." He touched just the tip of her blue hair, admiring the length. "What prompted the change?"

Marinette's smile dropped. "Don't want to be recognized." Her voice was almost imperceptible in the din of the station.

The pair walked out hand in hand, Felix's heart racing where Marinette's barely caught her attention. Together they wove their way through Paris. Their only pause was with Andre Glacier to get ice cream, Andre's idea not theirs. Finally their meandering brought them to the bakery where they first truly met.

Sabine and Tom waved to the kids as they went up into the apartment. Marinette noticed her mother's calculating look while Felix caught her father's questioning gaze. The young man thought their journey would end in the living room, but Marinette kept his hand in her own until they'd climbed up into her pink painted room. The walls were nearly bare, with the crumpled up pictures of Adrien in her waste basket. Felix took good note of that.

In the safety of her room, Marinette started talking. She repeated a lot of what Felix already knew: how her class had been turned, how the teacher punished her when it wasn't her fault, about how she had only 3 people left in the whole city she could trust. When she brought up the arrival of Suzette, he could tell from the stormy expression of her face that this girl did more than bother Marinette.

"What do you care if she's Ladybug?" Felix asked, waving his hand as if to present the situation on a platter. "Sounds like she'll prove herself wrong soon enough."

"But she's put the entire school in danger!" Marinette cried. She slumped onto her chaise and sighed. "If Hawkmoth thinks anyone in François Dupont is his arch nemesis..." She didn't finish the sentence. She didn't have to. Felix had seen the chaos akumas caused, and if it weren't for the Ladybug Cure, everyone in Paris would be dead ten times over.

He nodded, and Marinette sighed with relief. She wanted to tell him the real reason, that she was the one suffering stolen identity here, but she couldn't. She thought of Master Fu's threat. Being Ladybug was stressful, sure, but it was one of the best things in her life right now.

Their phones buzzed simultaneously. Felix had his out first, sparing Marinette the trouble. Nadia Chamack's face filled the screen completely. "Don't be bemused, it's just the news. On this special report, we have Alya Cesaire live in our studio to talk about a remarkable post she's put on her Ladyblog." The camera switched to show the red haired girl Marinette used to call friend. As the audience applauded, the pair in a pink room sat on Marinette's chaise.

"Thanks for having me, Madame Chamack." At least she had her manners. "I'm a big fan of yours."

Nadja laughed and made a little dismissive gesture. "If you're a fan of mine, then you know here at the station we love our Ladybug, and your blog has been a key source of information on her. Let's show the audience what you posted today that's sweeping our city!"

Nadia's large screens showed Alya close up in the frame, breathing heavily. "How unbecoming." Felix scrunched his nose in disgust while Marinette laughed.

The video showed Alya rushing back to her seat where across from her sat...Ladybug? The costume was fairly well made, superior to Chloe's in many ways. There was still the glaring issue of a zipper on the back and her mask slowly dropping on the left side.

The two began talking like old friends, Alya crediting Lila for getting the interview squared away. Felix watched Marinette as her face switched from shock to horror.

Once the Ladybug interview had wrapped up, Nadja began asking questions about the whos, whats, wheres and whens of the impromptu video. "Lila, my best friend," Alya emphasized that title like she knew Marinette was watching, "promised me an interview with LB, and it turns out Ladybug is wonderful in and out of costume!" She pasted a surprised look on her face and murmured, "Oh, I shouldn't have said that." in such a perfect copy of Lila that Marinette searched for a wig line or something.

"In and out of costume? Does that mean - hold on, you know who Ladybug is?" Nadja had real shock on her face, and if the camera had turned then Felix imagined the audience would have that same look too.

Alya smiled sweetly. "I couldn't say."

The interview continued, but Felix set his phone away. Marinette was shaking now, and he put an arm around her. She leaned on his shoulder, her body slowing to matching his heartbeat. He rested his head on top of hers and took a deep breath. She smelled like strawberries, glue, and mint.

Now he jumped up and paced. Her eyes followed back and forth as he moved, pausing every so often to muse on a particular idea.

"I've got it." He smiled, a devious grin that split his face like a demon.

Marinette listened with rapt attention.

-

"Blast Master, I am Hawkmoth. You want to expose the truth about Lila Rossi and save your friend. I'm giving you the power to control explo-"

"That's a no on the name."

"I beg your pardon?"

"Then beg."

"...what is happening?"

"Listen, you're right about why I'm pissed, and I'll gladly take the explosion power, but I'm not calling myself Blast Master."

"I...suppose?"

"Excellent, glad we're on the same page."

-

Suzette Lambert basked in the attention of her schoolmates like a cat basks in the sun. Lila was right, she mused, these idiots are too easy. Only two weeks and she had near god like worship. She almost didn't regret transferring out of her private English school.

The two people who didn't immediately succumb to her will were Chloe Bourgeois and Marinette Dupain-Cheng. Chloe made snide comments here and there but hardly went toe to toe with the new queen of the school. It helped that literally anytime she tried, either that nuisance Alya would snap at her or the teacher would gently redirect the class.

Her teal eyes caught sight of the little pariah, who'd snuck in early and taken her spot at the farthest desk in the room. Marinette never spoke. Not even when the teacher called on her. When she'd asked, Lila bemoaned, "Oh Mari? She's just the worst. She's always so mean to me and everyone hates her for it. I wouldnt even bother talking to her."

Suzette couldn't say it was hard to get on Lila's bad side, but that seemed a bit extreme. It all made sense after her little "slip-up" though.

It was the Italian's idea to say she was the heroine. "Trust me, no one will even question it." As much as Suzette hated to admit it, Lila was right. Everyone latched onto the biggest lie of her life and now the royal treatment was just a standard. The only bad reaction she got was Dupain-Cheng running out of the room. That was weird on so many levels, but Suzette ignored it.

Class was going smoothly until the volley of ringtones interrupted the lesson.

"An akuma?"

"It's just down the street!"

"Hold up Alix, let me see!"

Suzette checked her phone, lazily scanning the report of a dancing harlequin-style akuma moving steadily towards François Dupont.

"Go suit up, Suzette!"

She looked at Alya with a tired expression. "What?"

The reporter pointed her cellphone at Suzette. "Don't you need to transform? To defeat the akuma?" Her quizzical look spread like a virus through the class.

"I can't." She needed to think, quick. "The Guardian took my miraculous for safe keeping." She mentally congratulated herself for the excuse.

Nino spoke up next. "Why?"

"Repairs."

"Why would a miraculous need repairs?" And why was Kim of all people chiming in?

"Oh puh-lease." Now came Chloe Bourgeois. She sat on her desk and ignored Madame Bustier's reprimand as she continued. "Obviously she can't because she isn't Ladybug." Sabrina nodded vigorously, the nasty little cockroach.

Alya naturally spoke next, loud enough to give the queen standing next to her a headache. "No one asked you, Chloe." She snapped. "Why dont you keep your opinions to yourself?"

"Why dont you you little gossip rag wannabe?"

Wow, Suzette thought. That's an interesting shade of red in Alya's face.

Chloe turned those sky blue eyes back to her rival. "What form does your miraculous take? Or better yet, what's mine?" She leaned forward, her head tilted as if to listen for an answer.

Suzette crossed her arms. "Why would I care about yours?"

"Because you're the one that gives it to me, Ladybug. And I know for a fact if you were the real Ladybug, you would've kept your mouth closed about your identity."

No one noticed Marinette in the back of the room staring wide eyed at Chloe.

"Who are you to talk to me like that?!" Suzette yelled. Lila grabbed her arm, locking her in place. "You're just the mayor's spoiled brat who only cares about herself!" Chloe smiled at Suzette's words. The audacity.

"Maybe, but at least I'm honest."

Another insult began forming in the mind of the false Ladybug when the door came off its hinges with an explosion.

((@goblinwhoships @ml-cartoons @enchanted-nerd since you three specifically requested being tagged, here you go))

((Yeah so people really seemed to like part one. That's pretty hekking neat. Hopefully part 2 can live up to the hype))

#fanfic #ml #ml ladybug #marinette dupain cheng #felinette #felix de vanily #adrein agreste #adrien you dunce #chloe bourgeois #lila salt #lila rossi #oc #suzette lambert #part 2

[writing-frenzy]

Hollow Knight AU Idea- Other side of the Mirror

okay, so, I like the drabbler I am, saw this post by @catanutella and suddenly I got an amazing, if awful AU idea :D

Let’s set up first.

For the Radiant Children to be born, I imagine a world where, for a certain reason, the Pale King and Radiance actually have to work together. Like, maybe there is a big bad cult, and because I like the subversion of everything in Hollow Knight, maybe it is against a god/goddess of Healing or ‘Purity’. The Radiance has been fighting against them for a long time, but she never seems to be anything but on the defense with them, their planing and power able to outmatch her own. At least, until the Pale King comes into being.

Now, the Pale King has seen the future, he can see the path that can branch if he picks one road or the other, and in the end, the cult has ideas and thoughts he can never agree with. He can see that he would never be able to take them on alone, so with the aid of Unn and the White Lady, he meets with the Radiance and with terms laid down, they all work together to defeat the enemy god. After all, the enemy of my enemy is my friend.

Once the other is cast out, things get a bit complicated... but they are eventually ironed out, if a bit tense at time with some relations. In the end, the Pale King is able to give minds to the bugs all around them, the Radiance is able to give them all dreams, but in the end, it is up to the bugs themselves to decide who they wish to follow in the end. Hollownest is built and most of the Moths still choose the Radiance, with some going over to the Pale King. This of course causes tension, but it was agreed to let the bugs choose, so there is that. 

So yeah, this is the world that the Radiant Children are born into. 

Now, i’m going to say this; I think Wyrms have very low birth rates, one of the reasons their species went extinct. The White Lady, being of earth and fertility in my headcannon, is able to still give him a lot of kids. (With no desperate plans and void to enter into the egg) they have a few children, I’m thinking between like 30-50.

So yeah, here is the set up for this idea; of course there will be drama, with fae like gods and court politics and all these still very morally grey characters still being themselves. (I want feral Child Hornet to be born, so maybe it was a term set down in the beginning to get Deepnest’s cooperation, the desire for a strong brood in the future or maybe one or two of the Radiant children gets saved by Herrah, who thinks ‘what about a life for a life? and boom, Hornet gets to exist and her mom won’t be a damn dreamer here.)

Now, here we get to where I want to be.

So, if we were in a comic or story, this would probably follow after a few arcs with subtle and not so subtle foreshadowing. The Cult is making a comeback, they are preparing, and now they are ready.

They have a special weapon with them this time, a mirror called the All-Seer’s Glass, said to show possibilities for what can be, as well as able to power up those who know how to use it. They also are able to somehow trick Grimm, making it to where the Nightmare King can only watch what is to happen, much to his distaste. (He does not care to be commanded or ordered around; the Cult was at least smart enough to not ask him to fight on their side, just that he watch and judge, and not interfere.)

So, i’m going to say a lot of the Radiant Children were kidnapped, from Arlo the oldest to young little Chi. With the Glass, they are all trapped in this mirror like world, where the gods are weakened and the Healing/Pure Cult is mostly in control. Grimm is forced to watch from the side, though through some sneaky antics, he is able to at least help out the kids break their bindings and get out of enemy hands, but is unable to help outside of that.

All the kids are scared; from the strange shadows they see outside their vision in the mirrored walls, to all the fighting, hiding behind their guards or Mother as the Radiance and their Father, along with other strong warriors, fight the monsters before them.

-

But they are getting worn down; within the mirror realm, they are weakened, and with the Cult able to constantly heal themselves, it seems like no progress is actually being made.

Chi watched on, as their father, who always stood so strong, so tall is beaten back by the enemies, who laugh and sneer in the face of his power. Can’t help but cry out as he see a nasty blow hit Father in one of his wings, the guard protecting the little one stopping them from reaching out.

‘Anyone...’ Chi thinks, tears falling onto their chitin as they watch this terrible battle so different from the stories they read, ‘Anyone, just anyone... please! Please help us...’ those tears ever so slightly blurring their vision, but doing nothing to quiet the cries of their family and friends, from the battle screeching of those fighting.

‘Help my Father..’ 

Chi can’t help but cry out, jostled as they are by their guard suddenly jumping, trying to get away from one of the Cultist trying to take their precious ward. Hears the louder cries of his siblings, sobs reaching out, distractions on the battlefield that work rather well.

‘Help my brother and sisters!’

(All the while the guard is fighting, forced to put the little one behind them, shadows start to form in the mirrored wall behind little Chi, a form that starts to become clear and clearer as the fight goes on.)

‘Please...’

Chi looks up into those cold, dark eyes of the bug who killed his guard, their nail still stained from their kill as they walk ever so arrogantly forward, the youth easily able to smell how pleased they are. They raise their nail once more, their actions obvious in what they are about to do to stain their nail even further.

‘Help.’  

Chi closes their eyes, not able to watch how that deadly nail reaches for them, to end them. 

This means their wide eyes flash open when they hear the counter.

Hearing the clashing of nails loud in the sudden silence they seem to be surrounded by, Chi looks up from the ground, watching as a small, grey cloaked bug easily goes toe to toe with the enemy. They are amazingly talented with a nail, performing nail arts Chi has only read about in books. They are even able to perform spells, judging by the soul energy that finally finishes off the foe. It is in this still moment that Chi is able to actually get a good look at the other bug, as they turn to him...

And kinda wishes he didn’t.

From those very familiar horns, the indents inside the tip of them, to the white of their chitin, a pale glow just barely able to be seen, it reminded Chi of one of their sister’s drawings, without any color and unfinished, no life given to it yet.

And yet... it seemed to be living right in front of them, a mirror image of their self in body, if the glass was black and grey that is.

Chi can only watch as this... other tilts their head at the for a bit, the darkness that can only seem to stare at them from their eye holes seeming to deepen the longer they look. Chi can’t help but feel a little relived when the other nods, turning away before they are off into the fight, easily moving within the chaos and madness of it all.

Like they are used to it, at home with it as it were.

-

So yeah, Little Ghost joins the fight, and the tide is turned greatly. Ghost is a tireless, restless fighting machine who only gets more power with every hit they get. To say that the home team are surprised is a very big understament, as one; this looks like one of the children, and two; why do they feel like death and void??!! Pale King does not like this, White Lady is disturbed, and the Radiance is very uneasy.

Grimm is admittedly stunned as well when a little Grimmchild helps Ghost get a few stubborn enemies, the nightmare fire unaffected in this mirrored realm (almost a bit stronger in fact, hence why they tricked Grimm in the first place).

Ghost is very much giving off the Uncanny Valley vibe, and with me imagining this is a fully looped Ghost (every ending has happened, but because of Ghost’s special ability, he just ends up starting over every time) he gives off an even more creepy pasta child feeling.

Not to mention just how OP he is.

When the fight is won and all is said and done, Ghost can go back home anytime as long as he can get to the abyss... but come on, this is Ghost.

Of course he is going to explore first chance he gets.

(And thus, we now have Ghost running wild in this nice little au. :D oh what havoc he will rein.)

#Hollow Knight #Hollow Knight AU #Other Side of the Mirror HK AU #Radiance HK #Pale King HK #The Knight HK #Little Ghost hk #Grimm HK #just i like the idea of Ghost able to explore a fully alive Hollownest #and lets add drama to all that #Radiant Children AU #I guess?

[our-time-is-now]

May 27, 2019: Butterfly-Boyfriend

(previous play)

You can find more information about the authors, translators, content warning and additional information about the plays in the pinned post on our blog. 

Monday, 3:27 pm: Matteo: *spent a lovely morning with David at his place* *he had made breakfast and they sat in the kitchen for a long time with Laura and talked* *when it was time to shower and get ready, he realized that he didn't have any clean clothes left and they decided to go to the flatshare so Matteo could shower, change and pack new clothes* *so now arrives at the flatshare with David* *can see from jackets and shoes that all of his flatmates are home* *turns to David* If you still want coffee, you can make some and I'll jump in the shower?

David: *takes off his jacket and shoes when they arrive at the flatshare and nods at Matteo’s words* Okay… don’t be too long... *smiles and looks after him before he goes into the kitchen himself* *still feels a bit weird going through the cupboards and to just help himself especially when he knows that Matteo and him are not alone* *starts making some coffee and takes a cup from the cupboard* *sits down on a stool while he waits for the coffee and scrolls through Instagram* *pours himself a cup and contemplates going to Matteo’s room but then stays in the kitchen and plays on his phone while he waits for Matteo to be finished with the shower* *eventually hears a door and footsteps in the corridor and then sees Hans entering the kitchen*

Hans: *comes into the kitchen to make himself some coffee* *smiles when he sees David* Oh, hey… I didn’t hear you get in* *sees that the coffee is already finished* Can I have a cup? *sees David nod, takes his pink santa claus cup and pours himself some coffee* *leans against the kitchen counter and looks at David* *thinks that he looks good, somehow relaxed* I am glad that the two of you finally got together by the way. *smiles honestly* Even though that means that I now have two flatmates who are practically no longer at my disposal* *grins slightly*

David: *observes Hans as he pours himself some coffee and thinks it’s rude to continue to look at his phone while Hans is in the kitchen* *smiles at his words* Thanks. I am too… *laughs quietly* *laughs a bit louder at Hans’ next words* *knows from Matteo that Hans has been upset before about Mia being at Alex’ place so often* Think of it as having two new semi-flatmates who are basically an addition to the people who are at your disposal... *shrugs* *has no idea what Alex is like and whether he and Mia are more often in the flatshare or at his place but thinks that Matteo and he keep it quite balanced, that they are sometimes at his home and sometimes in the flatshare*

Hans: *laughs at his words* You haven’t met Alex yet, have you? *makes a dismissive gesture* *blows into his cup and sips once* *then looks at David again* But I'll gladly take you, my little butterfly-boyfriend... *smiles again and thinks that he's a really good gay guru and can support Matteo even better if he gets to know David well too* In any case, it's great that Matteo doesn't hang around in his room stoned for days on end... that was no longer acceptable!

David: *shakes his head at Hans’ question* Not yet… I only know him from seeing him at school… *has to grin at Hans’ dismissive gesture and his next words* Thanks… I am very relieved, puh… *laughs* *gets serious again when he talks about Matteo’s state* *takes a sip of coffee and nods* Yes, that is great… and I hope that it doesn’t happen again anytime soon… *lowers his gaze because he knows exactly of which time Hans is talking about and his bad conscience takes over again* *then says partly as an apology, partly as justification* I was just afraid he wouldn't be able to accept it... *thinks that it's actually none of Hans’ business and that he doesn’t has to justify himself, but now the sentence is out* *shrugs slightly and takes another sip of coffee*

Hans: *hears the justification in David’s voice* Mhm… but well… *shrugs* As far as I know you hadn’t told him then, have you? *quickly adds* But I understand… really… but I have seen Matteo’s side of it all, you know? He was pretty down… *sighs slightly because now he's gotten too involved* I'm sorry, David... the important thing is that you guys worked it out...

David: *shakes his head and sighs* No, I haven’t. That was the time when I… when we had no contact and he didn’t know why… *thinks about Hans’ words and is glad that he understands him at least a bit* *maybe that's why he doesn't shut the subject down immediately but says* I didn't think he'd be so miserable. Maybe I would have told him earlier if I had known that... but there's nothing I can do about it now... *shrugs and takes another sip of coffee* He told me that he talked to you... anyway... thanks for being there for him... *nods at Hans’ previous words and smiles slightly * Yeah, that's the important thing...

Hans: *smiles slightly when David says that he wouldn’t have thought that Matteo would be so miserable* Well, it's always hard to believe you mean so much to someone, huh? *takes another sip of his coffee* Well, honestly, I was surprised too... I have never seen Matteo like that... that something or someone means that much to him... but you... *grins slightly* I've rarely seen anyone so secure and insecure at the same time... *makes a dismissive gesture when David thanks him* I didn't say much... just reminded him of what was important...

David: *blushes when Hans implies how much he means to Matteo and shrugs* *doesn’t know what to reply to that except that Matteo means as much to him but thinks that’s too personal* *smiles bitterly when Hans talks about being secure and insecure and mumbles* I was just insecure... not about my feelings for Matteo, but more about whether it could work with us... and I should have seen that he was pretty sure about that... I think that Matteo's insecurity was my fault... *takes another sip of his coffee and then grins slightly when Hans says he didn't do much* Well, at least you didn't tell him, "That guy treats you like shit, he's not worth going after."

Hans: *nods slowly* *smiles a bit* He was pretty sure… until you gave him the cold shoulder… then he was insecure, but also somehow not… *thinks about their talk at easter* I think he was just pretty confused… *laughs at David’s last sentence* No not that… I expect thank-you cards and flowers at the known address. *tilts his head and examines David* *thinks about how much to tell him* *but just goes for it* I told him to give you time or forget about you... so maybe the thank-you cards should go to him for choosing the first option.

David: *listens to Hans and nods* *can imagine that Matteo was confused - probably even more after he suddenly sent him the drawings* *thinks not for the first time that they could have had it a lot easier if he just had a little more courage and talked to Matteo earlier* *but then grins at Hans' demand* You can get that at Matteo's and my one-year anniversary… for today it has to be enough that I made coffee... *takes the last sip and gets up to pour himself another coffee * *fills up on Hans' cup as well* *then continues to listen to Hans and nods again* *but then thinks that neither of the two options are actually true and that he is glad about it - glad that Matteo thought at some point that he had enough time now, which was somehow true* *then grins and tries to chase away the bitter thoughts* Well, you didn't know me then... or you might not have mentioned the second option... *sits down again*

Hans: *laughs slightly and nods* At your one-year anniversary… well, well… I’ll come back to you about that. *laughs again at his second sentence, now a bit louder* I like that. Yes, if I had known you back then I would have known that it’s impossible to forget about you. *thanks him for the coffee and adds some milk* You know, I think it's not the worst thing that you had a rocky start… that also strengthens the relationship and then you know for sure that you want to be together… I am sure we will celebrate your ten-year anniversary as well.

David: *laughs when Hans tells him that one can’t forget about him* *blows in his coffee and continues to listen to him* *thinks about Hans’ words and smiles* I sure hope so… I mean in regards to the ten-year anniversary… *briefly presses his lips together as he formulates his thoughts in his head and runs his hand over his neck* Uhm… I do think that it strengthened our relationship… somehow. Of course there is still a little bit of uncertainty - everything is still very new. But I think, after all the back and forth we are at least both sure that the other one really feels the same and wants this relationship as much as oneself... *shrugs* … and that it is okay to be the way you are. *remembers how quickly Matteo came to terms with the fact that he's trans and how he just takes everything as it comes because it seems like he only sees David as a person and everything else is completely irrelevant* *notices how his heartbeat picks up speed at his affection for Matteo and blushes* *quickly grabs his cup of coffee and sips his way-too-hot coffee*

Hans: *only grins at the mention of the ten-year anniversary* *tilts his head a bit as David continues talking* *feels honored that he shares his feelings so openly with him* *gets a little touchy when he hears David talking like that and sees him blushing* Yes, yes my little butterfly, he had a lot to learn but then he flew beautifully* *smiles at David* And found a beautiful butterfly-boyfriend. I am so happy for you.

Matteo: *comes into the kitchen in new clothes but with his hair still wet - who needs a hair dryer?!* *asks with raised eyebrows* Butterfly-boyfriend? *passes Hans and wants to go to the coffee pot, which is empty by now* *sighs, then goes to David, gives him a kiss and steals his cup* *grins widely and takes a quick sip before he gives it back* *looks astonished from one to the other as no one says anything* Am I interrupting?

David: *laughs at Hans' butterfly metaphors and says* We need some kind of stupid  nickname for you too... *then sees that Matteo's back from the shower and immediately smiles* Hey... *puts his arms around Matteo when he stands next to him and steals his cup* *shakes his head at his question and grins lightly* Not in the slightest! Hans and I were just talking about our ten-year anniversary... *looks up at him to see his reaction*

Matteo: *raises his eyebrows and looks from David to Hans and back* *wonders what happened here* Your ten-year anniversary? *steals the cup again as David doesn’t seem to mind* *takes another sip and then grins at David* And from which date do you start counting? Today or your sausage meeting?

David: *hears Hans laugh and also has to laugh out loud at Matteo's question* *nudges him slightly into the side* Not between Hans and me - ours! *hears Hans: "But if the little butterfly already gives us such a template, maybe we should actually celebrate our ten-year anniversary! Maybe there will be some cake left over from your anniversary, which we can use."* *grins slightly and says* Owww, yeah, cake sounds good! And pudding! *looks at Matteo again* With a ten on it? *wiggles with his eyebrows* *then he hears Hans' phone vibrate, sees him get up and grab his cup* *hears him say, "Work that out yourselves, my dears! This is Andi..."* *sees him leave the kitchen*

Matteo: *laughs because he really didn't think about that* *but catches himself enjoying the idea of celebrating anniversaries with David* *grins at him just a little* I seeeeeeee, /that/ ten-year anniversary... *then laughs again* Sure, with a ten on it, and big balloons with a ten on it, and sandwiches, of course... *just looks at Hans briefly when he disappears, and then back to David* So you guys were talking about /our/ ten-year anniversary, huh?

David: *grins* Of course with sandwiches! *lets Matteo go because he thinks that maybe he wants to sit down too and thinks for a moment whether he should offer to make him another coffee, but then hears his question and shrugs with slightly reddened cheeks* Hans said that our rocky start probably made us know for sure that we want to be together... that it probably strengthened us somehow and that he is pretty sure that we will not only celebrate our one-year but also our ten-year anniversary... * grins a little insecurely because he doesn't know whether Matteo sees this more as a joke or a serious thought*

Matteo: *laughs when David tells him what they talked about* Sounds like Hans... *sits down on the stool next to David* *thinks that in some mysterious way Hans always knew exactly what he needed to hear and therefore probably understands and knows him better than he thought at first* *is glad that David and Hans obviously immediately got along well* *then grins a little* I had to call him Gay Guru so he'd give me tips. So I guess he knows what he's talking about. *bends down and gives David a grinning kiss* So I'd say it must be true what he says...

David: *laughs* Gay Guru!? Oh well… we need a nickname for him as soon as possible… *thinks at the butterflies* *grins and meets Matteo halfway* *then says* Even if the things he says are true... someday that will get to his head. *peeps into his coffee cup where just a little puddle of coffee is left and then looks at Matteo* Besides, he drank all the coffee. Shall I make some more? I mean, you barely got any of it.

Matteo: *also laughs* Yes, Gay Guru, you can try it with another nickname but I am not sure if he will let you. *nods at Davis’s suggestion* More coffee would be great… *leans back on his stool and watches David as he gets up and moves towards the coffee machine* *gets the now familiar warm tingle in his stomach area as David moves around the kitchen, knowing exactly where everything is and getting everything ready* *smiles to himself and can't take his eyes off*

David: *grins slightly* IfI ever think of something creative and silly then he has to accept it… *nods when Matteo wants more coffee and smiles* Okay… *gets up and fills new water and coffee powder into the coffee machine* * looks at Matteo and realizes he's watching him* *get a little nervous and smiles slightly* *then gets a new cup for Matteo out of the cupboard and out of the corner of his eye sees that he is still looking at him* *grins slightly and puts the cup on the table in front of Matteo* *mumbles quietly* You are watching me… *grins slightly*

Matteo: *isn’t put off, even when David looks back* *grins when he puts down the cup and even more at his words* Maybe... *grabs his hip and pull a little so David gets closer* *then shrugs one shoulder* I like looking at you... *looks at him with a smile* Besides, this is kind of good... you here... in my kitchen...

David: *laughs softly at his "maybe" and mumbles* I'm pretty sure about that... *comes closer to Matteo when he pulls on his hip and is now sort of between his legs* *smiles when Matteo says he likes to look at him, but feels himself blush a little and briefly lowers his gaze in embarrassment* *sees Matteo smile whenhe looks up again and puts his hands around Matteo's hip* *grins slightly* ...me here... in your kitchen... making coffee. *but thinks he knows what Matteo means and has to think about how wonderful and good it feels when Matteo moves around in his apartment as if he were at home there, as if he had always belonged there*

Matteo: *doesn’t stop grinning* *nods* Exactly… *then stretches a little to give him a kiss * *then mumbles softly* If I could get used to that...

David: *pfft’s quietly, but then gets kissed and moves a little closer to Matteo* *grumbles as Matteo breaks the kiss, but mumbles back* You're a much better coffee brewer than I am... *grins again and continues to kiss him this time a little longer* *enjoys Matteo's company and the familiar smell of Matteo's shower gel * *mumbles into the kiss* You smell nice... *then has to grin, breaks the kiss and adds* ...you should shower more often…

Matteo: *shakes his head* Nonsense... it's just putting powder in it... *kisses him back and pulls him even closer* *has to grin as well* *yet looks at David outraged as he breaks the kiss* *and even more so at his next words* *pushes him a bit away* Are you implying I stink?

David: *laughs as Matteo pushes him away and immediately approaches him again* *pulls him closer and wraps his arms around him even when he defends himself* I wouldn't dare saying that... *grins and looks at him with doggy eyes* *but then get serious and shakes his head* You always smell good... always like Matteo... *associates some sappy things with it in his head: home, "mine", love, familiarity, ...- but doesn't say any of it to avoid embarrassment*

Matteo: *laughs* Sure, that’s what I'd say too... *but, of course, immediately wraps his arms around David again* *smiles when he sees the look on David's face* Hey... *puts one hand up on his neck, half in his hair* *ask softly* With your thoughts elsewhere?

David: *is glad that Matteo's resistance is easing and he's putting his arms around him again* *looks into his eyes when he talks to him and feels his hand on the back of his neck* *feels his heart beat a little faster and smiles slightly* *shakes his head at his question and says softly* Still with you and everything you smell like... *leans a little bit against Matteo's hand on the back of his neck*

Matteo: *smiles at his response* *starts rubbing the back of his neck a little* Sweat, coffee, musty socks, right now shower gel?

David: *briefly closes his eyes when Matteo begins rubbing the back of his neck but still listens to him* *has to grin a bit* *shakes his head, nods, shakes his head again and nods again* *opens his eyes and looks at him again* … and like a lot of other sappy things...

Matteo: *laughs at his head movement but then smiles softly at his response* Idiot… *doesn't ask any more questions, but pulls him close to kiss him*

(next play)

#Druck #druck og #matteo florenzi #david schreibner #davenzi #davenzi plays

[oathkeeper-of-tarth]

2020 SU Fic Sampler - WIP Showcase

So in my continued attempts at distraction, I trawled through my SU fanfic folders, looked at the ol’ endless WIP pile. Figured I’d do a little roundup of some that are in something resembling a decent state. Maybe even see where interest lies and all that, get some attention and validation, you know, all that good stuff one craves. Of course, there’s loads more than this, and I might one day post some things I wrote but never quite managed to finish up, or that got super jossed in ways I couldn’t get myself to work around.

Now, in no particular order, here’s 8 draft snippets totaling almost 6000 words - not very polished, obviously, some quite rough around the edges, some long, some short, some that work better without context than others. But here they are anyway, with an utterly predictable array of focal characters. Any missing segments or my asides/notes in the text are [written like this], because I usually write very non-linearly. Hope you all like mood whiplash! 

P.S. I live for comments.

Like Talking To A Wall, aka Bismuth making friends with the wall, statue, and floor Gems. Early precursors to radicalisation and “I would have liberated everyone”, perhaps. Started as one of my first reactions to the Diamond Days episodes.

“Hey, thanks for listening.”

“Anytime. You’re lucky I’m so supportive,” Mica piped up from up on her arch.

Bismuth laughed. Bittersweet. “Yeah. Yeah, I guess I am.”

Then, with a surprisingly gentle hand pressed to the carvings she’d been so careful about, she added a soft: “I’ll miss you.”

“Chin up! It’s gonna be a lovely off-planet adventure for you,” Granite rumbled from just above her head. “A brand new colony! Think of the sights!”

“You can tell us all about it when we see you again.”

Bismuth leaned back, pressing her whole back against the wall, reluctant to leave, even if a snooty shift supervisor was bound to come around and chase her off soon. “Yeah, I’ll make sure to do that.”

They all knew very well that, as always, when the building was done, it was goodbye. The chances of there being a need for repairs or remodelling - and the exact same bismuths being brought in to do them - were incredibly slim.

But pretending was nice, sometimes.

-

Hey, Steven, think I could get a moment before we leave? I won’t be long.

-

They were right where she’d left them, and the years had done very little to change them. A bit of a patina there, some dust, the tiniest bit of wear on sharper corners.

“Bismuth?” Several familiar voices cried out to her in shocked recognition.

She knew she must look a sight - battle-ready and battle-worn, but armour still gleaming, and with a bearing of one who had been through much and was always ready for more. She felt her back had never been so proud and straight, her shoulders so resolutely set.

“I think,” Bismuth grinned, “you’re gonna start seeing changes around these parts.”

---

One for that favourite Pearletariat/Pearl Solidarity fic sub-genre of mine: Clever Pearls Cleverly Getting Around Badly Worded Orders. A bit of an origin for an as-of-yet unnamed pearl OC, because I sure don’t have enough of those!

In the untold thousands of years of Homeworld and Gemkind, and the hundreds of thousands of commands given to hundreds of thousands of pearls, nobody ever thought to Order a pearl not to think. That would imply a they mattered at all, and who would ever put stock in a pearl’s thoughts? Most Gems weren’t sure pearls could think, anyway. I mean, if they could, all that standing around would be intolerable, wouldn’t it? And imagine not being able to say no to anything, even crushing your own gem - shards, at least I’m not a pearl!

They were, occasionally, when dealing with an owner’s important, private, confidential business, Ordered to forget, or, a bit less esoterically, Ordered never to tell.

And [OWNER] has always been all too eager with the Orders. As if she went to bizarre lengths in her thinking that pearl couldn’t - or wouldn’t? - do anything upon merely being told, let alone by herself. Every little thing, from sweeping up the shards of a broken decorative plate to taking down the minutes of an important meeting [OWNER] was presiding over - (im)pressed upon pearl with the crushing weight of an Order.

But she could still think.

Even when Ordered to wait by the door, freezing her limbs and anchoring her legs to the ground with all the force of a starship mooring mechanism. Even when Ordered into silence for days and planetary rotations on end because [OWNER] had wanted to read an important document without being disturbed and it simply didn’t occur to her to lift it when she was done.

In the wake of the Rebellion and the Renegade Pearl, it only gets worse, and soon enough pearl can barely remember the last time a single movement she made was voluntary.

---

SU Future-era Bismuth and Steven convo I scribbled down in between some of these recent eps - after Growing Pains in particular I think - because Bismuth is the absolute pep talk queen.

“You already said you were sorry for trying to kill me in the Forge, and really, it’s okay, it was all a misunderstanding. Besides, it’s more than a lot of people have done!”

Bismuth blinked at the pinkish sheen around Steven’s cheeks, around the downturned brows - strange trick of the light, that. “Steven, come on. Just listen to me for a minute.”

“Okay,” Steven sighed, and leaned against the railing Bismuth had fixed just that morning.

“Point is, for me, the war had never ended. It wasn’t only yesterday, it was today. It was over for everyone, it seemed, except for me. And getting over that, getting used to that, really seeing that as the truth, not living every day buzzed up with that anticipation of the next battle, just waiting for Homeworld to come down hard on us with whatever new horror they’d come up with… that took a while. And it took help.”

[sudden apparent non-sequitur but It’s An Allegory, Steven.]

“When you make a sword, you can’t make it rigid and unyielding. You can’t just temper it into toughness and hardness and make it unbreakable. It needs to have some give in order to be durable, it needs to be able to bend so as not to shatter on impact. And sure, maybe the first parry or strike wouldn’t be the one to do it, but the tenth, the hundreth, the thousandth? Any time you might just find yourself holding on to a hilt with the jagged remnants of everything, and shards scattered on the ground. And if you’re very lucky, that’ll happen during friendly sparring, not in the heat of battle.”

Steven shrugged without response, and seemed to be shrugging off all the words as well. Back to the direct approach it was, then.

“Now you, Steven,” that at least got a bit more attention, “Sure, you can brawl with the best of ‘em, and you put that gem to damn good use. You’ve got great technique drilled in, too - I’d expect nothing less from one of Pearl’s students. But that’s not how you won, in the end, is it? You never won because you were tough, or strong. You have a diamond in you but you’re not hard at all. Well, except on yourself.”

“In the end all of this was possible because you were soft. Just malleable and pliable enough when it was needed. And that takes guts.”

“Hey, I’m just saying,” Bismuth put a hand on his shoulder, and even with all the very human growing he’d done, he still seemed to almost disappear in it. “You put yourself out there for others… maybe it’s about time you let them help you.”

---

The next chapter of the His Dark Materials/Daemons AU which I am sooooo painfully late with it’s not even funny anymore. Already posted some excerpts [here] and [here].

“She’s been... away on business, but we’ve sent a zeppelin for her and she’s well on her way back. Hopefully.”

“You have a zeppelin?” Rose was rapidly failing in all her efforts to keep her voice down. 

“Of a sort. We, er, we... stole it.”

“Stole-!”

“Yes, well, stole might be a strong word,” Pearl tapped a finger against her chin. “You see, there was a small decommissioned postal craft left below the southern mail station aërodock that nobody would ever miss, all I had to do was fix it up a bit and-”

Rose blinked. “You fixed a decommissioned zeppelin.”

Pearl waved a hand almost casually. “I had some help, but yes. Svalbard, understandably, is hard to reach with other means of transport, and Bismuth needed to be able to go back and forth.”

“You,” Rose began, awed, “are utterly wasted on bringing me my slippers, I’ll tell you that.”

“Well then, maybe,” Pearl blushed, but there was nothing hesitant about her smirk and the strikingly proud tilt of her head, “maybe you could take them off with a bit more care than kicking them halfway across the room and sending them off under the cabinets and- and then I wouldn’t need to do that at all. And I could fix all the zeppelins in the world.”

-

[more from the super secret backroom rebellion meeting]

“They’re with the Consistorial Court of Discipline, no doubt. Always on the lookout for,” Bismuth grimaced, “heretics. A lot falls under that. A lot of good excuses to snatch someone off the street and do who knows what to them. And they’ve been funneling people there, people vanished by the CCD. Not lacking in test subjects lately.”

“How did you get this? Where?” It was Sapphire, this time. Ruby seemed overwhelmed, and sat clutching her hand desperately as the tiny frog and hare both whispered something to her.

“We traced the funding for all this. It was difficult and deliberately obfuscated, but we managed. A facility like this, an entire operation, cost a pretty amount, you’d assume - and you’d be right. It had to come from somewhere. And whoever was paying for it was likely to want to know what was being done with their investment.”

“So we followed the trail. And it turned out I was… ideally positioned to… to, erm, procure what evidence there was to be found. Because, well...” Pearl trailed off, and lifted one of the stolen report sheets for all to see.

It was as clear as day, the family crest right above the astronomical amount being granted. Four diamonds, neatly arranged.

Neshu’s ears were flat against his mane, and Rose found herself wishing the ground would simply open up and swallow both her and him and the chair that she sat on and he’d tried to duck under.

Bismuth spoke up, grim, every drop of earlier exuberance gone from her. “When the Diamonds look out from the windows of their mansion, they don’t see people. They see tools, toys, and weapons. Nothing else.” She sounded more tired than angry. “It’s just what they’ve always been doing, but writ large.”

---

And then, of course, the Longass PearlRose Fixit because I hate the gag order but at the same time want it gone… slowly and organically. Alternating Rose and Pearl POVs spanning throughout the rebellion era, all sorts of flashbacks and Imagining Things included. At one point they end up attempting to essentially jailbreak Pearl, because Pearl is, as we all know, absolutely the most hardcore. Also thank you SU Movie for confirming all the awful Alexa-flavour fanon/headcanons and giving me an excuse to dive into a bunch of Gems-as-AI tropey stuff, on top of everything. [another previously posted fragment here]

“I don’t want to. I never want to do that to you again.” She stops, takes a breath, reconsiders. “And I know it’s a lot to ask of you, the trust I just… trampled over. So I want to make sure that it’s not just that, you trusting me not to make the same mistake again, with no reassurance anywhere. I—I want to not be able to. Nobody should be able to do that to you.”

“Nobody should be able to do that to anyone,” Pearl corrects readily.

“You’re right,” Rose smiles, only a bit wry, “as always. My brilliant, brilliant Pearl. What would I do without you?”

“Never get back to the point you were trying to make, I imagine,” Pearl quips with something resembling sauciness, and Rose feels at least some of the weight starting to lift off her.

“Right,” Rose agrees, chastised, and tries to focus. “I just… I’m not sure how, or what I need to do at all. It’s not like there’s much precedent – ownerless pearls are unheard of. Even when their owners get shattered, it’s only ever temporary, and, with such high demand, very brief.”

Pearl nods in agreement, and hums. “Luckily, we’ve seen plenty of unheard of and unspeakable things here.”

[echoes of Scabbard convo]

“I want to know, I want to be certain, that you’re here because you want to be.” 

“So do I.” Pearl responds quietly, letting their fingers entwine.

  [Giving an order not to follow orders doesn’t work, failsafes exist. Then they try a sort of ownership transfer thing, and try to make the new owner Pearl. It doesn’t register, “invalid transfer target”, even when Pearl tries to hack it - some odd gem tool that scans and pokes at her gem - she gets all bummed out because she can’t even reprogram a very basic and modifiable handheld tool/device to recognise a pearl as an actual gem and person. What chance does she have against hearts and minds and an entire ingrained culture of an entire sprawling empire?

“You changed my mind,” says Rose all softly and earnestly.

Have I really? Pearl asks herself but doesn’t let it escape out loud. Still. Step by small step, she admits to herself. Incremental, slow, but persistent work. She can do that. Even as down on herself as she is, she can do that.]

“The… the override.” Pearl breathes out suddenly.

“What?”

“The administrative override - you, or, well... Pink Diamond should be able to trigger it, even without a Rejuvenator. We shouldn’t…” Pearl looks strangely scared now, swallowing small gulps before pushing onwards, hands trembling and fingers knotting together, “w-we shouldn’t need a full reset, really, but. But we can try modifying the owner identification...”

Having to… turn into Pink again (turn back into yourself, you mean, a small voice whispers, who are you trying to fool) doesn’t sit well with her, of course, but. Get a hold of yourself, Pearl certainly has it so much worse in this scenario.

[more here about how they both need to kind of “revert” a bit to try this and it sucks, because no! unpleasant poking of holes in the elaborate fantasy! For the greater good, but still.]

And oh, Pearl looks just about ready to either cry with some strange terror Rose has never seen her display, or dissipate her form on the spot - the small dam of coldly throwing around terms like administrative override activation and owner identification variable providing just enough distance for her to carry on.

“It shouldn’t be too risky if we’re… if you’re careful.”

[Pearl trusts her with everything, her literal entire self - with this thing that is such a blatant violation of her being and her person, that she now wants to turn against itself, using one of the most humiliatingly clearly objectifying aspects of her status as an instrument of her liberation. It is all A Lot.]

Rose remembers, also, with a sting, the way she grumbled and sulked over the gaping pit of guilt in her stomach and refused to even look at the glowing, floating shell Blue was so insistently pushing her towards. She wanted her Pearl back, not whatever White and the others had decided to foist upon her now. Not a pale replacement, nothing they deemed suitable.

-

“Please state preferred customisation options.”

“Come on, Pink,” Blue urges, softly but mercilessly as ever, large hands enveloping Pink almost whole from where they’re planted on her shoulders, “White had her specially made, just for you! And we helped as well - only the best for our Pink. Now it’s up to you to put your finishing touches, as is proper-”

“What for? You’ll just take her away when you feel like it anyway,” she grumbles into her arms, curling up on the floor and resolutely refusing to look even as the glow spreads from the corner of her eye, insistent.

Just as insistent as the awfully familiar little voice. “Please state preferred customisation options.”

“I. Don’t. Care!” But now with a newly noticeable, if strained restraint - not, like her usual, punctuated with a slam of her fist on the floor tiles, perfectly shiny and pink. No, she couldn’t- do something like that again-

“Default setting selected. Please stand by.”

Yellow scoffs and moves to leave. “Come on, Blue. No point to us wasting our time being here if she’s just going to throw one of her tantrums.”

But Blue refuses to leave it at that, and makes sure to cut with parting words, before slinking through the large pink doorway. “I am very disappointed in you, Pink. To act like that, and with White personally making sure you got such a lovely gift even after everything...”

“Waste of good nacre, if you ask me,” Yellow muses from somewhere up above. “At least try not to break this one.” 

The glow intensifies with a hum, and Pink screws her eyes shut and pretends not to see or hear anything. 

By the time she opens them again, the others are gone.

But then there is another presence at her side, hovering just behind, as is proper court protocol. The shuffling of tiny, soft slippers on the polished stone - weren’t pearls supposed to be endlessly, effortlessly quiet?

“Leave me alone,” she preempts quietly. The shuffling moves away.

-

“Please identify yourself.”

Calmly, now, calmly but firmly, just like we planned it. Don’t mess this up now. She’s counting on you. She trusts you. “Pearl.”

“Please state preferred customisation options.”

They’ve discussed this too, of course - extensive (over)preparation and planning down to minutiae is Pearl’s go-to at the best of times, and something she clutches at for comfort at the worst of times. And she’s always, to a sometimes comical extent, despised that ridiculous dress. To a wonderful extent, too, all things considered.

“Revert to last implemented appearance.”

“Settings selected. Please stand by.”

[Of course this doesn’t work because all it does is change the $username$ variable, not the actual identity of the person imprinted: it’s still Rose/Pink, she’s just nicknamed “Pearl” now, but she can still give orders and everything.]

[evolves into Pearl literally hacking herself… the most hardcore of modders]

---

Pearl Playing the Field aka “why not hyper-analyze that one brief shot of the notes and phone numbers in Pearl’s gem and write 9 meet-cutes”. Pearl goes out to “find herself”. Whatever that is supposed to mean. Supposed to be set pre-ASPR, but also extends past it. Ended up with some Bispearl in it too because I am predictable and can absolutely not help myself.

“Your hair is wonderful!” She feels like she almost has to shout to be heard over the din of the bar’s ill-chosen soundtrack, and she doesn’t appreciate it. Definitely not one of her favourite places she’s decided to visit recently. And the ventilation is atrocious.

But still, she’s come all this way, so she may as well make the best of it. And while the preoccupation with hairstyles during first meetings seems like a bit of an odd running theme (can it really be termed a running theme, though, if it’s happened all of two times?), it’s certainly worked in the past (recent, very recent, and hardly bursting with relevant instances, Pearl!). Oh, and this particular one is just too fascinating. Approaching a work of art, Pearl would dare say. Especially, well. Especially when paired with the lovely eyes and striking jawline and strong neck it seems to deliberately be drawing attention to.

Pearl leans on the bar, in the bit of space the woman happily makes for her, and tries to look confident and well-informed, but not smug, no, never smug. “I know... about the, uh, goop, of course. I know how one accomplishes this.”

The woman gives a bemused smile. “Thanks! Not too shabby yourself.” She leans in closer. “I'm actually in school for it.”

“School?” Pearl casts desperately back to what she's heard from Steven and Greg's often hasty instruction. That was for educating human children, wasn't it? She'd put one together for Steven that one time, with desks and a blackboard… and Connie attended one regularly...

“Yeah, kind of a late game career change.” Pearl nods along as she realises - or, rather, remembers - she is absolutely terrible at gauging human ages. “But I thought... after almost 30 years in accounting and not going anywhere I wanted to be going... it’s not like we have all the time in the world, right? So I figured, why not? Go for something I'm actually invested in and that I've always wanted to do, y'know?”

“Oh. Oh yes, yes I do.” And for once, she really does. Well, not the time-related bit, perhaps, but the very particular delight of getting to pursue one’s genuine interests after a long while of being denied? Absolutely. “I’ve done something of the sort myself, actually. Go for it! As they, uh, say.”

The dramatic gesture of almost punching the air with a closed triumphant/defiant fist might have been a tad over the top, but it wins her a smile that doesn’t seem unkind. The woman winks and tips her glass at Pearl, then finishes her drink - something sweet-smelling and almost as colourful as her hair.

“I had a classmate do this one for me, and I did hers after.” Pearl is nodding along again, leaning in to hear better as the woman’s voice dips lower. “I kind of like to experiment, push the limits, go wild with it. Hey. You interested? Promise I won’t go too wild on you.”

Pearl's mind goes blank there for a moment. The woman is… very close, and there are unignorable implications unrelated to hair styling so obvious here even she is picking up on them without issue, and the music hasn’t gotten any quieter. Interested in what, exactly, she wants to ask, but she came here for wild new experiences and exciting novelty, didn’t she, so instead comes out with a rather strangled-sounding: “Eughhhhh...uhhh.... Ye...s?”

The woman’s expression goes serious. “Hey, come on, we don’t have to do anything you’re not comfortable with.”

---

Forge Showdown AU - aka in a twist of fate Bismuth poofs Rose during their confrontation and revelations happen that change the course of… well, pretty much everything - one of a bunch of AUs where the PD reveal happens earlier and under different circumstances (I had an idea of doing a 5+1 of those at one point).

The glow of the lava coloured the quickly dissipating smoke more orange-red than pale pink, and Bismuth stared numbly at where their revered leader, Rose Quartz herself, had been standing mere moments ago. She’d lashed out, true, but she hadn’t really been expecting the clumsy blow - more of a warning, or underlining a point in their continued argument-turned-fight - to land. In all their many sparring sessions, Rose had never succumbed to something like that, would have never so much as let it brush against her. But she’d been- frozen, distracted… by what? 

There, scraping softly against the ground as it rolled with leftover momentum...

That was not a rose quartz gem.

Bismuth raked her mind feverishly, thought back through the last few, oddly blurred seconds.

“We’re not using this, Bismuth! It’d make us just as bad as them!”

“No! You’re the one who’s as bad as them- look at you, lording over all of us, thinking it’s your right to command me, order me around, like you’re, what, my diamond?”

It… it had to be some kind of imposter, or spy. Right? Some kind of… awful Homeworld plan, trying to tear the Rebellion apart from the inside. Where was Rose, then? The real one? Captured? Being interrogated somewhere, her whereabouts kept strictly secret to minimise the chance of rescue? Shattered? Impossible, they’d never hear the end of the victorious crowing.

When could it have happened? The last few battles and meetings had been nothing out of the ordinary, and Bismuth couldn’t think of anything odd or off about Rose recently at all. Not a single hint or sign that anything was amiss. Not a single misstep. Homeworld would have trained and conditioned its agents well, but Rose- Rose was singular, and utterly one-of-a-kind, and how could they possibly capture all of it so perfectly-

Bismuth startled out of her thoughts as the beginnings of light seemed to gather in the core of the gem, and all but threw herself onto it, encasing it in a bubble.

Rose was rather special, wasn’t she? And not just in what she said or what she did or how she behaved or what she led and encouraged them to do, but… 

Her endless array of wondrous powers. Her sheer strength, overpowering ruby fusions and quartz battalions alike almost single-handedly. The healing which Bismuth herself had been on the receiving, lifesaving end of countless times. The way she called upon the organic creatures of the planet to fight for her, fighting in their name. And then, her regular absences. The way she seemed to know exactly what the Homeworld troops were up to - that wasn’t just some kind of tactical brilliance.

She dared to look at the gem again. Its hue was changed some by the bubble, but that was still in no way a rose quartz gem. No, it was an altogether different shape, but a terrifyingly familiar one.

But it made no sense!

Bismuth ran a slightly trembling hand down her face.

Pearl. Of course, Pearl would have to know, if anyone. About… whatever this was.

But if this, if she was… her, then Pearl-

Bismuth’s insides twisted in horrible ways as the implications began to flitter through her mind, each one worse than the one before it. There was the old call-and-response ringing in her ears, making her feel disoriented and sick with what had to be the beginnings of anger, could grow into a great fury, leaving her unnecessary breaths ragged: Who do you belong to? Nobody!

But-

Not Pearl, then. At least, not at first. Garnet. Garnet would know, and Garnet could See. They’d get to the bottom of this.

---

A metric ton of rebellion era ficlets, vignettes from my eeeEEeeEEeeEEE Bismuth collection mostly, which I’ve been accumulating since 2016 and have only posted some - Pearl, Rose, Garnet, Bismuth centric, occasionally with my takes on namedropped characters, some of which would now need an update to match actual canon.

Snowflake was there, held in Garnet’s arms. The familiar pattern of white speckles on black skin, the tight silver coils of hair sticking out every which way.

“We got her back. She wanted to see you.”

“Me? And you just listened to her? Are you out of your mind? How can I help? Have you taken her to Rose? If her gem- if she-”

“I’m right here!” Snowflake struggled out of Garnet’s hold, and stood up - wobbly, barely upright, but determined, on those legs that ran circles around Homeworld, and ran interference and messages faster than any Wailing Stone, in a pinch. “And I’m fine!”

“You don’t look fine, Snowy- listen, please just-”

Snowflake walked up to her, not stumbling a single time, and, gritting her teeth, looked right at her. The hairline fractures in her gem were visible from here, and Bismuth couldn’t help a wince. “Snowflake, come on-”

“I didn’t tell them anything.”

Bismuth wanted to clutch her to her chest and scream a thousand things at her, but You don’t have to prove anything to me and I’m proud of you and I’m going to make them pay for ever laying a finger on you all waged a war in her throat.

In the end she just settled on holding her close, very gently, until Garnet left, unheard, and came back with Rose, tears already in abundance.

[Later:] “I never properly thanked you, Garnet. For bringing Snowflake back.”

Garnet shrugged. “It was a group effort.”

-

A familiar voice sounded at the entrance to the Forge. “Now come along, it’s just here. Bismuth? Do you have a moment?”

“You know I always have time for you, Pearl,” she called back, putting her current project away. “What did you nee- oh.”

Bismuth blinked.

“Uh... wow,” was the only thing she could manage as pearl after pearl filed into her Forge, soon taking up most of the space around the anvil in impressively neat rows. “New recruits? A whole bunch of you, too.”

“Yes, well,” Pearl made her way to the front of the group, carefully avoiding brushing against the others on her way. She was fidgeting again, long fingers tangling and untangling rapidly, and that was one sure sign of mounting distress. “Garnet and I had planned out an attack on one of Blue Diamond’s supply lines. There was supposed to be a shipment of weapons coming in today, but it turns out it was… pearls.” 

There was something rather off about Pearl’s tone, too. Bismuth made a note to ask later, and do her best to catch her alone.

“Well, all the better for us. Nice to have you all on board.” Her jovial tone was only slightly forced - the pearls all looked like they clearly needed something resembling friendliness, but their skittishness was palpable. She turned towards a pale green pearl right at the front of the group. “Now, what do I call you?”

There was nothing but mild confusion, vague fear, and general quiet shuffling. “No ideas yet? Don’t worry about it! There’s plenty of time to decide and find something that fits.”

[she does indeed manage to talk to Pearl alone, later]

“What’s the real problem, Pearl? You can’t fool me. I can tell something’s wrong.” 

The rather flimsy front finally crumbled at that.

“I just… we- we took out the citrines they’d sent with the shuttle, and Garnet boosted me up so I could force the hatch open and I did, but then...” Pearl let out a distressed little half-sigh half-sob, one hand gesturing weakly. “They were all looking at me so wide-eyed and...”

She took a moment to at least attempt to collect herself.

“I don’t mind having them here, it’s not that at all. It’s just that… we were standing there, with all these newly-made pearls and… obviously I couldn’t just leave them there, in the middle of nowhere! And after what we did, whoever found them, they’d just have them shattered. Because of me. They were compromised. You’ve heard what they do now, haven’t you?”

“Yeah, I’ve heard. They’re the monsters, Pearl, and it’s not on you. It’s not you doing that to pearls, it’s them.”

“But it is on me! It quite literally is because of me, because of what I did, and continue to do. I made myself visible and played at being important and look what it got us,” Pearl was near tears, a frustrated blue colouring her face, “a handful of runaways and the rest being treated worse than ever.” 

The tears were out in full force after that, and Bismuth put an arm around Pearl’s shaking shoulders. “Hey, hey, none of that.”

“We ended up taking them with us, but it feels like… it feels like I forced them to come here. Is it really any better than what Homeworld does? All I did was say you’re going to be rebels instead of you’re going to serve and they never got a say in anything.”

“Have you asked them?”

“They don’t know what-”

“Hey. Just ask them, okay? Ask them what they want. We can help them either way. Of course I’d love them to stay. But it’s not up to me, and if they want to go to wherever it was they were supposed to go- we can do that, too.”

-

[Rose discovers her healing tears in a dramatic fashion - they come up with the idea to make the fountain - and thanks to Save the Light we have a pretty good idea of who lovingly made all those statues]

She gently wiped away some of the chiselling dust with the flat of her thumb, just like a tear. A magnificent, healing, life-giving tear.

This was familiar work. But with none of the endless chafing, none of the hated reminders of her former station - Bismuth couldn’t find anything in herself but reverence. And… inspiration. She was a Gem, stars knew she didn’t need rest, breaks, anything of the sort, but still - this pace wasn’t something she’d felt driven to in a long, long while. All day under the burning summer sun, and every night under the light of her own gem. All alone, as the sanctuary took form under her hands.

To get the curls just right, tiny detail by tiny detail, somehow communicate the softness of those cheeks in stone… it took drawing upon the very depths of her well of skill, because how else could she ever hope to capture the likeness of someone as extraordinary as Rose Quartz?

With small, careful movements, she formed the roundness of the lips that could spit fiery words of rebellion, inspire like no other, scowl fiercely in the heat of battle, smile contagiously, bellow out an outrageous fireside guffaw, murmur comforts so softly, kiss…

And then she did it again, and again, and again.

[in the end, Rose is presented with a veritable shrine to herself]

“Rose? Is something wrong? You… don’t like it?”

“No, no, Bismuth, it’s… it’s incredible.” The smile Rose turned on her was as beautiful as anything, but it wasn’t hard to notice it didn’t quite reach her eyes.

#steven universe #oathkeeper writes things #INCLUDING BUT NOT LIMITED TO: #pearl #bismuth #rose quartz #bispearl #pearlrose #daemon au #the pearletariat #pearl playing the field #those stars of brightest magnitude #let's get down to bismuth #steven universe future #i love pearls just... bury me in a big pile of pearls honestly #endless wip pile #fanfiction #my fic

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HSMTMTS

Summary: Coming into Junior Year things were going to be different. With my handsome and sweet Senior boyfriend on my arm, I could do and be anything I wanted, nothing was going to stop me... except... of course... maybe him.

Requested: Yes, I'm absolutely loving this request! Thank you! x

Word Count: 1.7k

Warning(s)?: A little angst??? (Italics is a flashback), Written in third and first person which is something different, Yes this is following the script from the show so please no comments about how it's exactly like it because... that's kinda the point :)

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HSMTMTS

''Today's the day, Ned, it's happening'' Peter smiles towards his best friend. They both held their books in their arms, walking up towards the entrance of the school.

''Hell yeah, Junior Year baby, might grow a mustache, might do a lot of things'' Ned responds, winking at a few girls as they pass by. The girls frown in disgust before turning back to their friends.

''Dude, I'm talking about Y/N, today's the day we... start over'' Peter sighs to himself, a smile still dancing across his lips. Ned turns to him and frowns slightly, wondering if everything was going to go as Peter had hoped.

~*~*~*~*

''I'll show you more pictures'' I beamed, holding my phone out in front of me and my best friend. I was so excited to show her everything that happened over the summer, especially the play I stared in at camp.

''Okay, show me giirrrrl'' She enthused, snapping her fingers in sass which caused us both to laugh. My fingers swiped across the screen, showing her pictures.

''This was from Act 2'' She glanced down and smiled. I always went to her for anything to do with costumes, hair and makeup... you name it. She had an eye for everything.

''Love it'' She replied, pursing her lips. I smiled again, showing her more and more pictures as we both reached your lockers.

~*~*~*~*

''She texted, she sounded neutral'' Peter smiled as both him and Ned walked down the stairs towards their lockers.

''You're so... in no-man's land right now and... it's kinda hard to say'' Ned spoke up, uncertainty in his voice. Peter frowned, hoping his friend wasn't right.

''I think it's good'' Peter tries to psych himself up. He wasn't going to let the summer before ruin his relationship with you.

~*~*~*~*

''Check out this...'' I smiled happily to her, handing my phone over. I popped my bag off my back and began unloading my books into my locker.

''Ohhhh... we all know who that is Y/N'' Y/B/F/N looked down, her fingers tapping the screen to enlarge the photo. I blushed to myself, placing my final book in my locker before glancing back to her.

''Okay, not gonna lie, I am .2 seconds away from making that my lock screen'' I admitted with a sheepish smile.

''I can't tell if you're glowing, or if you're sun burnt'' I laughed at her antics.

''Definitely glowing, Yeah, I had the best summer, ever'' I convince, grabbing the books I needed for English class.

''Right... what does 'you-know-who' have to say about this?'' I froze and began frowning to myself, the familiar sting rising again in my chest. I bit my lip and shrugged off the feeling.

''I'm waiting for the right time to tell him'' I sigh sadly, not really wanting to face him anytime soon.

''Hey Y/N, how are you?'' I froze again, hearing his voice. Even after almost two months he was still able to trigger butterflies... and my urge to throw up all at the same time.

''How you feel about right now?'' She gave him a glare, eyeing him down. I spun around slowly, closing my locker, throwing a fake smile onto my face.

''Hey...'' Peter trailed off, looking me straight in the eyes.

''Hey...'' I responded, letting myself trail off. The awkwardness soon enveloped all four of us, our two friends looking everywhere but here.

''Um... can we talk? I met somebody else at camp and...'' I ask, throwing my hands out to the side.

''Wait, wait are you joking?''

''Still talking here'' I snapped.

''I met someone at camp. I didn't plan for it to happen, but it happened. He was the Music Man, I was Marian, the librarian'' I finished, my gaze now finding my shoes. It still hurt to be near him, as much as I hated to admit it.

''Wait, you went to Librarian camp, that's a thing?'' Ned spoke up first, confused.

''Please... tell me you're joking'' Peter tried, taking a step closer towards me. I made the huge mistake by glancing back up, his saddened eyes meeting my own once again. This wasn't fair, he was the one that hurt me not the other way round.

''I'm not'' Both Ned and I said at the same time. Peter glanced to him and frowned, sending Ned a warning glance.

''Come on, Peter. You know what you did! Or... what you didn't do'' My voice wavered, the memories from that night resurfacing again.

I laid my head down in Peter's lap, his fingers softly trailing through my hair. I cuddle in closer, enjoying the warmth radiating from him. He glanced down and smiled as well, leaning in for a sweet kiss. I jolted up right, almost colliding my head with his when I finally remembered why I invited him over in the first place. Our one year anniversary was coming up and I was beyond excited to show him his gift.

''Check your instagram'' I rush out, now sitting upright. Peter gives me a funny look but pulls out his phone anyway, logging into his instagram.

It took him a few moments so I lent into his side, his arm wrapping around me as he played the video on his feed.

''Um... hi, here's to our one year anniversary...'' My voice spoke from his phone. He glanced to me and smiled once he saw me pull out my favorite musical instrument.

''What's this?'' He asked curiously, his gaze dropping to my lips before meeting my eyes again.

''Just watch'' I blushed, hiding my face in his shoulder as he chuckles, playing the rest of the clip. It was embarrassing for me to say the least, I have no idea why I would even post it but I did. I wanted to show Peter off to everyone, show off our love... well my love for him.

I lent away halfway through, trying to gauge a reaction from him. He was good at hiding his emotions when he wanted too. The song was so cheesy in my eyes but it was meaningful. The smile couldn't be wiped off my face the entire time. I even bit my lip excitedly, dying to say the three little words I have been wanting to tell him for a while now.

''I think I kinda, you know.. you know'' The lyrics ended with the video. Peter turned to face me, the looks of a frown seeming to grow.

''I love you, Peter'' My heart wanted to burst from my chest, I couldn't believe I actually worked up the courage to finally tell him. I bit my lip again, my head tilting to the side as I started to see his eyes sadden a little, along with his small smile. I began frowning myself, wondering what was wrong.

''Peter... are you okay?'' I asked, not liking the silence that was beginning to form. This was not how I was imaging this to go.

''Yeah... uh... I have to go'' My heart dropped, my smile instantly fading.

''Wha- why?'' I asked, trying not to let the hurt or sadness convey through my tone. He glanced at me again and sighs to himself, struggling to find the right words. He looks like he's about to lean in but quickly pulls back, jumping off the bed. The sound of sirens were going off in the distance but that was normal in Queens. He stared out my bedroom window, seeming to gnaw his lip angrily.

''I just... I have to go.. I am so sorry but-'' He stopped once he saw my face. He hated what he was about to do but he knew deep down he needed too. I looked at him pleadingly, wondering why everything suddenly went wrong.

''Was it the song? I know it was kinda cheesy I'm sorry...'' Peter rushed back down and grabs my hands in his own, pulling me closer.

''No, it's not that I just... can't do this right now'' He responds sadly.

''This being us?'' I asked, beginning to grow angry myself. He really had to wait till right now to do this?

''Yes... I am so sorry-''

''Get out'' My voice lowered, tears beginning to pool in my eyes. Peter sighed, recoiling a little.

''Ba-''

''I said get out!'' I yelled. He let go of my hands and hoped off the bed, glancing out the window before back at me. I was so sick of this, Every time something was finally going right something else was in the way. I was growing tired of him. I hated how he was always late to every date, I hated how he always had to leave early with little to no explanation as to why, I hated that he's waited till I was in love with him to break up with me.

But he left, he did as I asked for once and left, closing my door behind him. I grabbed the nearest cushion and cuddled it towards my chest, the tears instantly pouring out, along with the crushed up pieces of my love for him. Why was everything always so complicated with him? I envied the other couples at school, how they could openly show their affection towards each other, how they had amazing dates which they BOTH attended.

I was so sick and tired of being his second choice to everything. Well, not anymore, this summer I am finally going to do what I want to do. The hell with Peter Parker, by the end of the summer I wasn't going to even remember his name.

''Good morning students, please make your way towards the gym for the annual back-to-school kickoff!'' The school's principle spoke over the P.A system, stopping everyone's movement and conversations in the hallway.

''Bye Peter...'' I trailed off, grabbing my best friends hand and leading her towards the school gym. I gnawed at my lip, forcing my eyes not to tear up.

''I'm proud of you girl'' I smiled at her words, leaning into her. She squeezed my hand a little tighter and started to make a few jokes about anything and everything, instantly making me laugh.

Here's hoping Junior year was going to be a better year.

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A/N: Here's part one to this imagine! Thanks for requesting! I'm actually writing this as I'm watching the new High School Musical series! Thanks for requesting again hun! Keep tuned for more parts and please comment and vote lovelies xx

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