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haltandcatchfiretothemax · 3 months

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FEMSLASH FEBRUARY 2024 #9: In which Cameron affirms her partnership with Donna

[CN: food/eating breakfast] . . Cameron, who struggled every day to drag herself out of bed at the crack of 9am, got up at 6:30 the morning after she escorted Donna to Planned Parenthood. Unable and also not really willing to go back to sleep, she showered, dressed, and snuck out without waking Tom.

She got into the Jeep and drove off in a hurry, only to drive in slow circles for a while, unsure of where she should go at 7 am. She eventually went to a nearby park that had a small manmade lake surrounded by benches. She sat by the water, put on her headphones, and scribbled and doodled in her journal while she listened to the new Hüsker Dü album. And then, finally, at 8:30 she got back into her car, and drove to the nearest Waffle House, where she ordered enough food for at least four people, and then she drove to Donna’s.

Donna answered the door in her pajamas and robe. “Wow,” she said by way of greeting, eyeing the large bag of styrofoam food containers Cameron was cradling.

“Hi,” Cameron said, nervously. “I thought you might want some breakfast?” With that, Donna stepped aside so Cameron could come in.

Wordlessly, Cameron followed Donna into the kitchen. When she started to get plates and glasses from the counters, Cameron fussed at her, “No, let me do that, relax.” She put the food on the table, and got flatware for them both. When Donna finally sat down at the table, Cameron asked, “How are you? Are you okay?”

Evenly, Donna replied, “I’m fine. But thank you for asking.”

When Cameron opened one the container with not one but two servings of biscuits and gravy for her, Donna looked like she might cry, but she scraped half of it onto her plate and started to eat instead. Relieved, Cameron served herself a large helping of scrambled eggs, bacon, and home fries. Donna had some of the eggs and bacon, too, and ate as if she were ravenous. “This will probably made me sick,” she said between bites. “I don’t care though.”

After they ate, Donna insisted on putting on some coffee again, and then went upstairs. She came back downstairs in a sweater, sweatpants, and sneakers, her hair pulled back into a neat ponytail. As she poured mugs of coffee for them, she asked, “Is it nice enough for us to have our coffee outside? It looks sunny.” Cameron confirmed that it was nice, and they took their mugs out to the picnic table behind the house.

“I should have stayed here last night,” Cameron said as Donna sipped her coffee.

Donna had been surprised when Cameron offered to stay at her house that night. The idea of her staying the night at her house, while her husband and children were conveniently off on vacation, had made Donna uncomfortable for reasons that she hadn’t fully been able to articulate to herself, much less process.

“That you asked if I needed you to was more than enough, and I appreciate it,” Donna said. “I was fine, though. Gordon and the girls called, and after I talked to them I got plenty of rest.”

Feeling like she already knew the answer to her question, Cameron asked, “Are you gonna tell him?”

Donna sighed. Staring off into the distance, toward the house behind hers, she said, “No. It would just upset us both. He wouldn’t understand my decision, or that it’s not for him to understand.”

Cameron winced. “Hell of a secret to keep.” Then, anxiously, she added, “I’m not judging you. I feel like I’d probably do the same, and like most people would judge us for it. Like, ‘Oh, but that’s his child,’ or whatever.”

Darkly, Donna said, “Right. Well, he’s not the one who’d be doing all the work. Or all the worrying. I don’t think he understands that, either.”

“Really?” Cameron said. “He wouldn’t understand that you’d be doing most of the work of actually having the baby?” She let out a low whistle. “So much for Gordo the Boygenius.”

Donna let out a cackle, and nearly spilled some of her coffee.

Feeling mildly guilty, Cameron shifted uncomfortably in her seat, and said, “I got up early this morning, so I could leave before Tom got up. He asked me where we went last night, and got pissed when I wouldn’t tell him.”

Donna looked down into her mug, Curtly, she said, “So sorry to cause trouble in your relationship.”

Cameron frowned. “That’s not - that isn’t how I meant that, I’m sorry. I just meant, I don’t think he’d get it, either. Or that it’s not my place to tell him about something like this. Also,” her voice sharpened considerably, “it’s just, not his business?”

Donna looked up to see Cameron’s genuinely, outrageously beautiful face scrunched with supreme annoyance, and was so endeared by it that she chuckled affectionately at her.

“Why are men like that? I’ve met literally one man who can handle it with some grace when something doesn’t involve him,” Cameron groused, “and that would be Bos.”

Donna sighed again. “I was going to say that I don’t know, but I think I do know why the majority of men are like that, but, I don’t have the energy to get into it today. Literally, don’t get me started.” She stirred what was left of her coffee dejectedly.

Cameron watched Donna swirl her spoon around in her mug. Hesitantly, she admitted, “The thing is, you’re my partner. And Tom isn’t. I guess that bothers him, but, his feelings about it are irrelevant.”

Donna, of course, had noticed this, and also Tom’s irritating tendency to self-deputize at work, telling the other staff members what to do without being prompted. Rather than argue with him, or with Cameron, she’d made a habit of quietly give their coworkers different instructions.

Abruptly, Cameron said, “I’m sorry that I hired Tom without asking you first. Like, really sorry. That wasn’t cool.”

Donna glanced up at her. “Thank you. I really appreciate that.”

“And I’m sorry for every dickish thing I’ve said about Gordon. They might be true, but, I still shouldn’t have said them.”

Cameron’s candid apology made Donna think of Joanie, and how she acted when Donna would make her apologize for saying something inappropriate. She laughed again.”

Cameron sat up straight, only to slouch back down again, elbows on the table, and rested her chin in her hands. “It’s just, you’re really great Donna. And you really deserve for the people around you to get how great you are.”

Donna smiled sadly, but warmly at Cameron. “I do have people like that around me.”

Cameron was unconvinced, but didn’t say so. Instead, she asked, “So when do Gordon and the girls get back? You said they’re coming home tomorrow, right?”

“Yep,” Donna nodded.

“Do you mind if I hang out here for a while? If you’re in the mood for company?” Cameron asked.

Donna grinned. at her. “I would love some company for a little while.”

#femslash february #femslash feb 2024 #fan fic #donna clark #donna emerson #cameron howe

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scrip-doodles · 1 year

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Buddy Daddies- The meeting

Here it is! My one-shot about my Buddy Daddies AU!! I prepared some doodles of Nightmare’s dress and Error’s suit! I’ll post the finished drawing when I’ll finish them.

Have a nice reading!!

Nightmare was already playing his plan in his head for the third time. Today was Gaster’s, the nation's first minister, birthday party. He and Error got commissioned to kill him, it needed to look like a murder but they couldn’t draw attention like Error liked to do. Nightmare’s partner really deserved the nickname of “The destroyer”.

Speaking of the devil, the black-boned skeleton was still watching Undernovela for what Nightmare believed to be the fourth hour.

“Still playing the plan in your head? How many times did you do this? Five?” Error said not even looking at his partner.

“Three. But that’s not the point! What are you doing on the couch?! You need to get ready!”

Error groaned and whined at his boyfriend. He had no envy to go to that fancy party or to see any of those snooty people.

Nightmare prepared a cover for them. Tonight they will be a rich couple attending the party on the behalf of an old family. Nightmare prepared fake invitations so he forced the glitch to put a suit on and come with him. Urgh…

“I don’t wanna go! Why do I have to socialize with those abominations?!”

Nightmare sighed with his new lilac dress in his hands. If he hated this mission so much, why did he choose it? Sometimes Error was impossible to understand.

“Because the job you chose asks for discretion. So go put this damn suit on before we end up late.”

The destroyer groaned again but actually shut the TV down and went to the bathroom to get ready. Nightmare did the same in his room.

When his partner came back with a pissed expression and in the clothes, Nightmare chose for him, the skeleton in the dress smiled.

“It suits you well.”

The dark blue clothing accentuated Error’s blue pattern under his eyes and the blue strings the destroyer added to the tie were a really good touch.

“Well…The dress looks good on you too…” The black-boned skeleton added, a little blushing at his partner’s comment.

The assassin smiled and thanked him. It was true that the lilac dress looked nice on him. It matched his eye lights colors and it accentuated the silver aspect his bones could have with the moonlight.

“Well if you’re ready then let’s go.”

Error suddenly got a predatory smile on his face.

“I can’t wait to see you go to an apeshit.” The destroyer said while Nightmare smiled more. He couldn’t wait either.

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“Cross I’m hungry…” Horror whined in the arms of his older brother.

Cross hugged the three-year-old skeleton against his chest while Killer started searching for a fruit or anything that could ease the hunger of his younger brother.

“Me too Killer…” Dust said with a sleepy voice, rubbing his eye sockets as tired as he was.

“How about bananas?!” Killer exclaimed with a forced smile.

Their provisions’ reserves were getting low and soon they wouldn’t have anything left. A look from Cross made Killer realize how hard it was going to be if they didn’t find their dad quickly.

The orphanage where they were staying had always been poor but a week ago the manager told them to go away, back to their father that lived in a big city. Apparently, they didn’t have enough money to keep all of them. Killer seriously doubted that, he saw the teachers and manager drinking wine countless times. They weren’t that poor, they just didn’t want them anymore.

Such a stupid idea. Whoever told two four-year-olds to leave their home with two-three years old?! Chased away for money, the boys had no choice but to take the train to the city of their father. Killer hoped he was a kind man while Cross only wanted safety for them.

“Here, do you want me to peel it for you?”

Horror and Dust nodded and gave their meals to their older brothers. Cross helped Horror to eat because he was making a mess and they were short of tissues too.

“Ticket control!” The controller that suddenly entered their wagon exclaimed.

Killer groaned while Cross put Horror on the bench to talk to the adult in front of him. He was like a giant, at least three times his length.

“Our dad isn’t here for the moment but he’ll come back. It’s him who has the tickets.”

Dust put a piece of banana in KIller’s mouth before he shouted at the controller. He was well known to argue with adults especially when they were against him. Killer never admitted it when he was wrong and it didn’t always end well for them.

“I see! Well, tell him to go to me when he comes back, okay boys?” The controller said with a big smile.

“Of course! Don’t worry sir!” Cross exclaimed while the controller left their wagon.

Once the adult was out Cross hurried to pull four empty bottles out of his bag.

“I’ll go fetch some water, you guys stay here. We’ll get out at the next station.”

Killer nodded and started packing everything. Blankets, toys, food, everything went back into Killer and Cross’s bags. Dust got up while Horror was putting his coat back.

“Killer, can you help me with the buttons?”

Killer grimaced when Horror asked that, Dust didn’t ask for it too but his face meant it. The older skeleton looked at the coat with a weird expression, he didn’t know how to button up a coat.

Luckily for him, Cross came back pretty quickly and he knew how to button up a coat or a shirt.

“Crossy help! It’s not a zip I can’t close it…”

Cross hurried toward his brothers and helped them before turning to Killer. He was the only one to have a jacket with a zip so he had no problem getting ready.

Horror came to his brothers’ sides and put hats on their heads. They didn’t bother with scarves since none of them knew how to put them right.

“Alright let’s go. Be careful, we need to avoid the controller.” Cross said when the train suddenly stopped.

The four little kids tried to be as silent and discreet as ninjas, Killer even mimicked one to make his brothers laugh. With no controller in sight, they ran out of the train as fast as they could. When they finally stopped running they were in a crowded street with a lot of shops.

“Finally! We’re here! It’s dad city guys!” Killer exclaimed to his overjoyed brothers.

They traveled by train for a week to get here. Now they only needed to find their dad's hotel. The manager of the orphanage told them they would find him in Sorey’s hotel because he had a birthday party. Before they left the manager told them the name of the city and gave them their little bags.

“Let’s go see dad! I wanna meet him!” Dust exclaimed in a small voice.

Killer and Cross nodded before taking their younger brothers’ hands to go to the hotel. They were all so impatient to meet him!

******

Nightmare was drinking some champagne waiting for the right time when he’ll be able to pick up his order. A deadly poison for the first minister. Since the mission was supposed to be discreet he couldn’t just destroy everything with Error. For his partner's misery, they were going to be more cunning than violent.

A small yet bright light came into the assassin's eye sockets. Finally the signal he’s been waiting for an hour now! Error was right he needed to change his supplier.

Nonchalantly Nightmare went to the corridor where he was supposed to meet Fresh, his drugs and poison supplier.

“You’re late. Again.” He said with a cold voice and his cyan eye focused on the skeleton in front of him.

When he was on a mission and needed to do some transaction with the mafia or other murderers, Nightmare took the habit to revert to another form. It helped him keep his identity a secret from the police and all kinds of dangerous people.

So right now he had a dark goop covering his body, a cyan eye, and four tentacles in his back. His ecto also took the cyan color of his eye light.

“Sorry Brah! They refused to let me in! Can you believe it, they told me I couldn’t get in with my clothes?!”

Nightmare took a look at Fresh’s clothes, they were as colorful as ever. Yeah…So surprising he had trouble getting into a rich politician’s party like that.

“Do you have what I wanted?”

“Yep! Deadly poison here you go!” Fresh exclaimed, throwing a small bottle at the assassin. “Gotta go Brah! See you later!” He added before running away when a footsteps noise resonated in the corridor.

Nightmare reverted into his passive form and hid the bottle in his bra, not sure of what was coming.

“Dad!!” A small shape screamed before trapping the assassin’s legs into a hug.

Nightmare stared at the little kid in front of him for a moment. Shocked, he didn't even say anything and soon the little skeleton hugging him was joined by three other ones.

“You found him Horror!” The one with black tears drooling on his face exclaimed cheerfully.

Why were they multiplying?! Why were they calling him dad?! He hadn’t slept with a stranger for years! But they clearly looked older than the time he stopped doing that. Error was going to kill him!

“Wait wait where are you coming from Kids?! What do you mean by dad?”

The one with a red scar under one of his eyes came in front of him and with a bright smile he gave him an envelope. Inside was a letter telling him he was their dad and they all have different mothers but that none of them wanted anything to do with the kids.

“The orphanage manager told us our dad was a skeleton with bright white bones and purple eyes! And that he’ll be at tonight's birthday party!”

Nightmare was reading the letter again and again, his name was nowhere so even if the description fitted him, he had a hard time believing it.

“How can you be so sure it’s me? There must be another person here who feet the description!”

That seemed to be the wrong thing to say because the kids started crying and begging him to not abandon them. Stars… What was he supposed to do now…?

“Hey!! What are you doing here?! It’s a private area!” A human in a black suit screamed with a gun in his hands.

Dammit! The security! If they checked on him, they would see the poison and he would be in a lot of trouble.

Keeping the kids close to him, Nightmare was about to prepare himself for a new fight but then sharp blue strings cut the man in two. Nightmare only got enough time to revert to his other form and hide the children’s eyes with his tentacles.

“Which part of discreet didn’t you get Error?!”

“Yeah, I would have preferred, thank you Error.” The destroyer said, pouting at his boyfriend's reaction.

“Woaw! Dad, you have the same dark goop as me!!” One of the eldest kids said pointing at his black tears. It was true that the substance looked the same.

Nightmare was about to say something when his partner suddenly crashed and started rebooting without any warning. Dammit! He should have known it.

“Kids, listen it’s dangerous to stay here, some other guys like this one are going to come. Go hide somewhere and we’ll discuss later.”

“No! If you want us to hide you have to catch us first!” The one with black tears exclaimed before running away with his brothers.

“Get back here, it's not a game!!” Nightmare screamed but too late, the kids were already gone.

The moment Error came back to his senses, more security guards came up. Nightmare could say goodbye to his elaborate plan. They were going to do it the Error's way now.

Speaking of the devil, the destroyer didn’t lose his time starting killing the enemies, even if he hadn’t forgotten what he just saw.

“Night when we go home we’re gonna talk about this and I’m warning you if I can’t get my cat you can’t get your kids!” He exclaimed with three men in his grip.

“Seriously?! I’m learning that I’m possibly the father of four kids and you're still thinking about that damn stray cat from last week?!”

“She wasn’t just a stray cat and you know it!”

Nightmare groaned and with a sigh started helping his boyfriend get rid of the guards. He needed to hurry, there were a lot of them and he needed to find the kids and kill his target.

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Horror was running with his brothers with a big smile on his face. They found their dad and he was awesome. He looked like a princess but was super strong like a dragon! He even had another form to fight like the hero he saw on TV!

“Do you think dad will find us quickly?” He asked his older brothers.

“No way! I’m the best at hide and seek!” Killer exclaimed, still running, holding Dust’s hands.

“Are we sure he is our dad? He didn’t seem aware of our existence.” Cross pointed, not as sure as his brothers about this man's identity.

Killer, Dus, and Horror stopped in front of a big room full of people. They were all looking at Cross with sad expressions.

“Why do you mean Crossy? He’s clearly our dad! He has purple eyes, white bones, and even the same goop as me!” Killer exclaimed before getting into the big room.

“Yeah, the manager simply forgot to tell him we were coming.” Horror added as he agreed with Killer.

They ran for a moment and like all of them started to get tired they decided to hide in this huge room where everybody seemed to be meeting. Cross tried to see another person that could fit the description given by the orphanage manager but there wasn’t anyone else with purple eyes. In fact, there weren't a lot of skeletons at all at that party.

When finally the young boy noticed another skeleton monster with purple eyes he ran toward him. Maybe his brothers were right about the other man but he needed to check. They couldn’t make any mistake on something like that.

When he was right next to the adult with purple eyes, people in the room started panicking and running away in screams. The four-year-old started looking for his brothers, worried about them and clearly scared. Why were those people running and screaming like that?

When he finally noticed them he sighed, relieved. They were okay in a corner of the room. Behind a huge table was his maybe-dad and the black-boned skeleton from earlier. They were hiding from the bullet shot of the guns. What was going on?

He clenched to the tall adult with purple eyes next to him and started whimpering against his will. It was scary! He wanted his dad, he wanted to go away from here! Maybe this man, that could be his dad, would help him if he asked him.

“H-Hi! Are you our dad…?” He asked with a wavering voice.

The man suddenly grabbed him and pointed a bone against the little skeleton’s skull. He looked furious and way scarier than the other guy.

“If you try anything I’ll kill this damn kid!”

Cross looked at his brothers more scared than ever, he didn’t want to die! Horror and Dust didn’t seem to understand anything but they could read the fear on his and Killer’s face. Why did he go next to this man and ask him that?!

The man with tentacles and goop had disappeared, there was only the black-boned skeleton and he was smiling. Cross didn’t understand. Why did he have to die, he was a good brother! He didn’t want to be killed by someone like that!

Scared, the little skeleton closed his eyes, not wanting to see his end come to him.

Suddenly the shadow under the adult’s feet started moving on its own and the man with tentacles emerged from it with a hateful expression. His tentacles sharpened out of a sudden and stabbed Cross’s captor right into the soul.

“Stay the fuck away from my sons!” Nightmare hissed with more anger than he ever felt in his life.

The assassin took the kid in his arms and kept him close to his chest while Error was getting rid of the other abominations that were preventing them from getting out of there. Nightmare hurried to get to the other kids and took them all in his arms before he reverted to his passive form. They needed to get out of there with the other guest if they didn’t want to drag any unwanted attention on them.

Fortunately for Error and him, all of the kids closed their eyes when he killed the first minister. It would have caused them more trouble if they told the police by accident.

“Error I’m taking the kids away, you think you can manage to escape on your own?!”

Error nodded and started wiping the dust off his clothes before escaping by the window like the crazy man he was. Now that his boyfriend was out of the police’s way, Nightmare could get out with the kids safely.

“Dad, thank you for saving me!!” The kid with a red scar exclaimed. He really needed to ask them their name…

Nightmare softly kissed the child's forehead and started running to the exit where thousands of people were gathered with the police. They were obviously trying to evacuate the civilians but were taking their phone numbers to interrogate them later.

“Nightmare! Thank god you’re okay!!” One of the policemen screamed before hugging the murderer.

“Dream!! You’re here too!”

The policeman with golden eye lights stared at the kids that Nightmare was carrying. They were shaking and curling up in his arms, poor things…

“Brother I was so worried when I saw your name on the invitation papers! Why do you have so many kids in your arms? Are you okay? Are they okay?! We called an ambulance just in case I can help you to go with them!”

“No no Dream I’m okay, the kids are okay too. Just a bit scared by the events… I was invited by a friend of Error but I had no idea it could have ended like this! I heard there was a terrorist attack, is that true?!” Nightmare said lying to his brother.

Dream had no idea he and Error were murderers. He appeared to be at the wrong place at the wrong time for Nightmare so it was better to just lie and pretend not to know anything of the attack.

“Oh stars, I'm so glad you’re okay!” Dream exclaimed, hugging his twin tighter. “But who are those kids?”

“Dad, can we go home, please? It’s scary here…” One of the youngest said with a little voice, it was the one with a hole in his skull. Why was there a hole in his skull dammit!

Dream started looking at his twin brother with a shocked and amazed expression. He also looked a little hurt but Nightmare put it on the fact that he probably thought he never told him about the kids.

“Dream I’ll explain everything to you later but for now can I go home? They need to rest.”

“Oh! Of course! Come with me I know a shortcut to avoid the crowd, I know you hate it.”

Nightmare thanked his brother and got out of the building with his help. Dream accompanied him to his car and helped him to attach the kids, which was kinda difficult without any baby seat.

The murderer wished his twin a good night and after a last hug, he started driving their way back home where the kids could start to get some sleep.

When they arrived home Nightmare noticed that Error was already home and in front of the TV checking the news for some info.

“You’re okay! You didn’t answer my SMS so I thought something might have happened to you.” His partner said, getting up to join him in the corridor.

“I’m fine don’t worry, I met Dream when I tried to get out with the kids,” The murderer said when he softly dropped them on the couch. They all fell asleep in the car and were way quieter than before.

“So we’re parents now? That is an unexpected thing.”

Nightmare sighed and get the letter the kids gave him out of his pocket to give it to his boyfriend.

“I think their father was Gaster but I kinda killed him so they’re all alone…We can’t leave them like this Ru. Their orphanage threw them away and their mothers refuse to have anything to do with them.”

“If it can reassure you I don’t think their father would have taken care of them, he even nearly killed one of them. I guess they can stay with us but if Dream knows about them we need to do things right and go back to that orphanage and really adopt them. That is if you want to raise those four little monsters with me.”

Nightmare jumped into his partner's arms with a bright smile that melted the destroyer’s heart.

“Of course I do, idiot! Thank you Error it means a lot to me…”

“Yeah yeah I know but don’t forget about my cat I still want it back.” The black-boned skeleton said blushing.

And with that, the two murderers and lovers became the happy parents of four little skeletons full of energy. Oh and a cat too.

#Buddy daddies AU #Undertale AU #undertale #undertale crossover #undertale fanfiction #fanfic #fanfiction #fandom

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thesoulspulse · 2 years

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A New Chapter In Owen’s Life/Story

I went ahead and marked "Ravenheart" as completed over on fanfiction.net and added a note to its summary and "The Grimoire" to let you guys know I'm going to be rewriting Owen's story from scratch eventually. I'll keep the old versions up though for comparison's sake, however, I won't be working on either of them anymore beyond reading them again to adapt most of the same events into the new story. This time I'm most likely going to be doing it in 1st person POV and not 3rd simply because I can understand Owen's character a lot better now that way. Not to mention I have several stories with Vlad's perspective too so I've gotten pretty good at writing from his POV.

That said, I’d still love to hear your thoughts and suggestions if you’ve read either of them about what I can improve on since to be honest...the original story was kind of a mess. But to be fair, it was my first ever Danny Phantom fanfiction ever and Owen himself is my first fully fledged oc since I only had a handful of vague character concept doodles back in high-school. And those only had a basic Blood Blossom theme...

I’ve shared a few concepts with you guys both old and new, but again, I’d love to get some feedback on if I should reintroduce some old ideas and character into Owen’s story in the future. As for Owen’s character, he’s has come a long way since I first created him and so have I so I definitely want to go back and do his story justice. Especially since I ended up working on “Nowhere To Run” while taking a break from Owen’s story only to end up working on that fanfiction for about two years, though it did help me get through a really hard time in my life.

That said, I think it’s time for some new beginnings because while I still have a couple of other projects planned and others I need to finish first, Owen’s been waiting long enough to have his journey continue at long last! He’s the reason I’m here in the phandom after all! For now though, I’m going to try and finish the revised version of “Haunted” and continue doing some research for the next chapter of “Ghost In The Machine.” After that though, depending on how things pan out I might go ahead and do that deep dive into the lore I’ve already established in Owen’s story to make a new outline.

Hopefully, that’ll make things progress a lot more smoothly.

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keefwho · 4 months

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January 09 - 2024 Tuesday

11:19pm

3.5/10

This morning I shaved my whole body which made me feel nice and fresh. I didn't know what I wanted to eat so I made pasta shells and corndog bites. It took longer to cook than I thought and the shells came out horribly. I added a LOT of salt but couldn't taste any. I should have made them like I usually do. I was late to stream. I warmed up with a couple of shitty attempts at retro futuristic space art and some shape doodles. I finished the commission was working on today and spent the rest of my time sketching the next comm and trying to sketch a YCH but I was awful at drawing today. After stream I decided to spend 1 hour practicing total focus on a task and I chose the secret project. I made a little progress but ultimately all I did was figure out that I need a better plan so I'll be starting over again. I was feeling frisky at lunch time and I made the stupid decision to try and do something about it instead of cooking. It wasn't even very good. For lunch I didn't know what to eat so I tried frying my little yellow potatoes for the first time with some onions and sardines. It was awful. I was also watching XQC react to a documentary on Philadelphia's drug problem which showed lots of skin necrosis and that was disgusting. I was late to work and disorganized so I made an adjustment to my schedule to stick to. I did today's yoga which was easy and did today's request. After that instead of drawing more I worked on the project briefly and hopped on VRchat for a little bit after. VR sucked, I was world hopping with the 10 minute rule but all I found were worlds with kids and memers and I wasn't in the mood for that. I got off and played more KSP while watching Twitch on the side. Daisy headed to bed so we called while I played Neopets and I beat it tonight. After she fell asleep I was looking up nothing in particular but I learned that Montana put in place that same porn law North Carolina did that forces me to supply ID just to look at adult sites. I looked into and signed up for a month of NordVPN to get around it temporarily but I don't plan to keep that up. Either the legislation gets overturned or I use other sites to find what I need.

Today was horrible. Breakfast and lunch were horrible, I struggled to be creative, and I developed eye strain early on. Also my gums still hurt from when an m&m cut my mouth bad. I felt socially queer so I didn't talk with anyone. Tomorrow I set up a new cutoff time for when I should stop doing creative things so I can recharge and gather fresh ideas.

#journal #diary

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hermitscapes · 2 years

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Scar and Music

scar x reader wc: 925 headcanons/drabble 2nd person / no pronouns used for reader

He’s got this habit you’ve noticed. While he’s doodling some ideas and working on architecture plans, his free hand finds joy in making little tap tap taps along the wooden surface of his desk. You watch as Scar’s fingers dance across the desk, pressing keys that don’t exist and surely would make some amalgamation of sound had he played the music on an actual piano. He didn’t really care what sounds it would have made, though. He could pretend he was playing the melody correctly and enjoy the feeling.

He carelessly tosses his quill---still coated with ink---onto his desk, another small stain beginning to spread across the glossy wood. He breathes in deeply then sighs, stretching his arms above his head. Little stretching groans slip from his throat as he does.

“Bit stiff?”

He giggles. “Yeah, I should take more breaks when I work, huh?”

You hum, thinking that, just maybe, you’ve got the perfect gift idea that just might keep him sitting around for hours on end to do just the opposite of helping. It makes you chuckle, and Scar sends a confused look towards you, a combination of a head tilt and a little pout, like he’s upset he’s not in on whatever’s got you giggling to yourself.

<x>

listens to the most unexpected group of albums

goes from taylor swift’s 1989 to the rolling stones’ let it bleed

enjoys music on vinyl

has a very classic vinyl player and a wall of records to play in his vibe room

his main genres are rock, pop, and jazz!

gets into instrumental music that fits the aesthetic he’s going for with his builds

finds obscure jazz groups

he desperately wants to learn how to play the piano

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Redstone is spread along your cheek and brushed along your arms from nearly a full day of hard work. You go to wipe off sweat from your forehead and redstone dust on your gloves smears across your skin, adding to the streaks.

You had approached Tango with the idea in the morning, and you’d been working on it for a few hours before deciding you needed another helping hand. Needing expertise in music and redstone, Tango led the way to the biome turned base belonging to Etho and Iskall. You didn’t have much of a connection to either, other than a few small conversations and jokes tossed around here and there, but Tango kept a light air as the two of you pitched your idea for the first piano in the Hermitcraft world.

Admittedly, you weren’t exactly sure what type of response you were expecting, but it surely wasn’t an eager acceptance from Etho, the man excited to work on the project. Still, you were more than happy with the response.

“Do we think it’s done?” you ask, playing a simple scale on the piano with the little skill you picked up on from your previous server.

Tango nodded, excited at the prospect of the project being finished. “I think it is! Awesome!” He laughs a bit, voice pitched higher with excitement.

“Uh, yeah it looks about done. I mean, be careful with it, it might take some tweaking later,” Etho comments, but he’s got a wide smile in his voice, clearly proud of his work. “I might have to make one of these for myself to test out a bit, I’m curious now how it’s gonna hold up.”

<x>

the only types of music scar particularly dislikes are opera and rap

it’s just not his jam

he doesn’t understand what they’re saying

and the whole rhythm and vibe don’t really match

that being said, he’s find with pretty much anything else

will listen to indie or alternative with you if you like that type of music

actually really enjoys that soft type of music like clairo

DISNEY SONGS FTW

that type of singing where you both suck at singing but you’re singing loudly anyway but you’re just having a fun time

<x>

Scar doesn’t notice the piano covered in a thin fabric until he bumps into it, having been too distracted with conversation of getting a puppy. (For the record, Scar is very excited to get one as long as Jellie approves)

“Oh, this isn’t suspicious at all, some covered contraption right outside my front door,” he ponders. You giggle at his caution, and he turns to you with a quirked eyebrow. “What do you know that I don’t?” he asks, smiling in anticipation. He draws out your name, questioning. “What is this?”

“Look to see yourself!” you urge. “Go on!”

He eyes you suspiciously before turning to the cover. Carefully pinching the cloth between his fingers, he lifts the fabric a few inches up. He hums deeply, investigating the tented cloth before swinging his arm to the side, pulling the layer off in one big swoop. His shoulders, previously stiff with tension, drop in surprise, and his scrunched expression softens into a loose excitement.

His grin spreads from ear to ear as the realisation sinks in, and he laughs in awe. “No way. No way! Does this really work? No way it actually---” he pushes down middle C. “It does! It actually works!” He giggles, a mix of dumbfoundedness and joy.

Scar just about jumps on you, giving you a tight bear hug nearly toppling you over. “You like it, then?”

“Oh, I love it! So much! Hehe, oh my gosh I can actually learn---how did you---I’m just so happy! Look, I can’t stop smiling!”

You chuckle and peck his cheek. “I’m glad you like it,” you murmur.

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voiceless-terror · 3 years

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And Many Happy Returns

a sequel (or companion piece) to Inseparable, my childhood friends AU. chapter 1 of 2.

“Next week?” Jon shrieks, slamming a hand down on his desk and startling the nearby students. “That’s not nearly enough time to prepare!”

Martin does that blinky-eye thing that means Jon’s being too loud, but he can’t help it! Martin’s turning eight in six days (less than a week!) and didn’t think to tell him. They’re best friends, he should know these things. He curses himself for not asking about this at the beginning of their relationship, when he was collecting Martin facts. Favorite color and book seemed more important at the time.

And while Jon doesn’t think birthdays are that important, it’s still a fact he ought to have known. Well, his Nan doesn’t consider birthdays important. These past two birthdays he’s gotten one new (!) book and a dessert after dinner, but that’s about it. Nan doesn’t have money to spend on frivolous things, and Jon’s never needed much, but he wouldn’t mind a bit of fanfare. His mum always made sure he felt very loved- he got plenty of hugs, a fun cake, an outing where they would do his favorite things. But maybe that’s something only mums do. Nan, with her rare, stiff hugs and general stand-offishness was never one to put up much of a fuss.

“It’s not that big a deal,” Martin mutters, his pencil twitching in his hand as he refuses to meet Jon’s eyes. He doesn’t like it when Jon starts fretting about him. “We never do anything for it, anyway.”

Martin’s mum isn’t anything like Jon’s, that’s for sure. It’s not every day you turn eight. It’s a nice number, very even and divisible. Much better than boring old seven. When Jon turns eight, he’s going to get fifteen extra minutes added to his curfew, and he’ll be able to walk to the corner store all by himself. He’s already walked there several times, but it’ll be nice to have permission. That’s the real treat.

“So you’re not going to bring in cupcakes for the class?” he asks, remembering the last birthday they celebrated- it was Lydia’s, a quiet, unassuming girl that Jon doesn’t mind but also doesn’t think much about. As soon as Jon asks it, Martin gets that sad look in his eyes again, the kind that’s always followed by an “I’m sorry” or something equally nonsensical. Jon hates that he’s the cause of it, him and his stupid mouth. Think before you speak, that’s what Nan always says. She says that for most anything he talks about, though, so he takes her advice with a grain of salt.

He reaches out to pat Martin’s arm consolingly, giving him his best sympathetic head tilt. “It’s alright. I’ve never brought any in either. Just thought I’d check in case you needed help bringing them to school.” Jon’s not very good at carrying things, but for Martin he would make an attempt.

“That’s nice of you,” Martin replies, though it’s not really nice, it’s just a normal thing a friend would do. Jon’s read books about it, he ought to know. “But yeah. I don’t think Mum’s planning anything, much less making cupcakes. She’s really busy.” Martin’s always saying how busy his Mum is, but Jon’s pretty sure she doesn’t do half the things around the house that she’s supposed to. Martin already knows how to cook and make tea and do the laundry without hurting himself. It’s very admirable. The last time Jon attempted to do laundry, he flooded the cellar.

“Do you like cupcakes, though?” Jon asks, scooching closer to Martin’s desk. “Lydia’s mum brought some for her birthday, but they were all carrot cake. Blegh.” He makes an exaggerated face to get Martin to laugh. It works.

“Carrot cake’s not so bad,” Martin says, poking lightly at Jon’s hand with the eraser of his pencil. Jon flinches back dramatically, putting on his most wounded look. “You just don’t like it cause it has the word carrot in it.”

“I don’t like it cause it has actual carrots in it,” Jon sniffs, turning away from Martin to show his displeasure. He decides not to talk to him for the rest of the day, or at least until he has something else to say to him. He’s got a lot on his mind now, and he needs to be left alone with his thoughts. Besides, Martin will poke him again once he gets bored enough.

Jon flips open the school planner that he’s never used for actual school work and starts to write. He’s got a birthday to plan, and he’s going to give Martin a Mrs. Sims birthday special.

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It’s a Thursday, which means Martin can’t play on account of his many, many chores. Jon hates Thursdays.

But this time it works in his favor, as he’ll actually have time to plan without Martin thinking something’s up. Jon very rarely cancels on Martin; he’s his most important (and only) friend. But he does on occasion get a little mixed up. One time, he thought it was a Wednesday instead of Thursday, and wound up at Martin’s flat when he didn’t show up at the park. Martin was very nice about it, though, and gave him a cup of tea to ‘calm down’ to drink in the hallway, before he went home. Martin thinks a cup of tea is calming. It doesn’t really do much for Jon, but it is tasty, and Martin gives him extra sugar just the way he likes.

But today is most definitely a Thursday so he scurries on home, slamming the door open and screaming a greeting to Nan that goes unanswered. She must be off at the shops, otherwise she’d be giving Jon an earful for being too loud. He kicks off his shoes and gazes at the picture of him and his mum on the wall. If his mum were here, she would know exactly what to do to make Martin’s birthday extra-special. But she’s not, and Martin’s mum seems like kind of a jerk, so it’s Jon’s responsibility. “I won’t let you down,” he solemnly tells her smiling face, and turns to take the steps two at a time.

After grabbing his planner and throwing his backpack into the corner, he pulls out the chair to his messy homework desk, which is usually only used for doodling or writing stories or reading when he wants the activity to feel more official. He flips open his planner to next Wednesday, Martin’s birthday (!!!) and taps his pen impatiently against the page.

What do birthdays need? Food. Presents. Happiness. The first two might be a bit difficult to pull off, considering his lack of money and cooking skills. Martin deserves a lot more than stale discount biscuits from the grocery. He can get those any day.

But a whole cake is going to be hard. If Nan won’t make one for Jon on his birthday, she most certainly won’t do it for ‘his little friend,’ even if she thinks he’s a good influence. Martin is always very quiet and polite when he sees her, and Nan always gives him a smile in return for his good manners. She doesn’t smile at Jon like that. He tamps down his jealousy and gets back to birthday thoughts.

He thinks he had a purple- or was it pink? - cake on his fifth. It saddens him that he can’t remember. He thinks he’d forget his own mother’s face if he didn’t look at it every morning and night. Memory’s fickle like that, as his Nan likes to say.

Maybe, if he’s very nice and good tonight, Nan will take him with her on the weekly shop and he can convince her to get Martin a cupcake, a good one. One that doesn’t have any carrots in it, even if Martin says they’re alright. He must like them so much because they’re orange, like his hair. Unsurprising.

He stops wiggling in his chair and straightens his back, as if Nan can see him in his room right now. It’s good to practice, he thinks. If he can sit still all through dinner and not make a mess, she’ll come round.

Next, an essential part of any birthday: a good present.

His mum never really showered him with gifts, but she always gave him something good, something from the heart. The last present he received - Augustus, an orange cat plushie- still sits on his bed. It’s kind of babyish to sleep with a stuffed animal at his age (or so Marcus declared during recess one day) but Jon doesn’t really care. It helps him sleep.

Unfortunately, Jon can’t buy Martin a stuffed cat. He doesn’t have much money except for what he’s found on the ground and in sofa cushions. And he’s supposed to give that to Nan if he finds it (which he does, mostly).

He could be creative. Make him something. Jon’s not very good at crafts, though. And he doesn’t have a lot of supplies. But he has almost a week to figure something out, minus the times he’s playing with Martin. Well, even then he can stare at him and hope it jogs a good idea.

Lastly, he’s got to make it the happiest, most special day he can. Martin should feel special all the time, but Jon knows how hard that is, especially when you go home and you’re lonely and it seems like you’re the least special person there is. But if Jon is very nice to him and makes the day as fun as possible, maybe he’ll be able to keep that happiness all night, even when Jon leaves.

That’ll be the hardest part, Jon thinks. He’s not the type of person to make someone happy. Sigh in aggravation, maybe. Roll their eyes. But Martin does neither of those things, so Jon might have a chance. He’ll try and ‘tone it down,’ though. His Jon-ness can be too much at times, and he doesn’t want that to get in the way of what should be Martin’s day.

Everything’s going to be perfect.

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And then it’s Saturday, and Jon still doesn’t have a present for Martin.

He somehow managed to get Nan to agree to the cupcake bit- he’d asked very politely, ate all of his dinner and didn’t spill a thing. Though he thinks it has more to do with her liking Martin. She always acts surprised when she sees him over, like she’s shocked Jon kept a friend for longer than a week. He’s not that bad. But Tuesday she promised to take him to the grocery with her, so it’s fine. One part of his plan is done.

But the present.

Actually buying something is clearly out of the question- he already exhausted his Nan’s good will in that department. And Jon, for all his usual creativity, is plum out of ideas. He could give him one of his books, but he does that already without prompting. He doesn’t have any good toys, and Martin certainly isn’t getting his best pen, the one that glides real smoothly on the page.

“Are you alright?”

He’s been staring at Martin too long. “Of course,” Jon snaps. “I just like your shirt today, that’s all.”

Martin looks down at his worn t-shirt. It’s not Jon’s favorite, but it’s Martin’s, so he likes it. “Thank you!”

“You’re welcome.”

They’re out in the woods behind Mr. Fletchley’s house to investigate what Jon thought was an ancient ruin but just turned out to be a couple of crumbling cinder blocks. It was an incredibly disappointing find, but Martin wasn’t discouraged.

“We don’t know where they came from, or why someone dumped them here,” he reasoned, a hand on Jon’s shoulder. “What if they were stolen? What if they’re part of a...a crime, or something?”

Jon doesn’t know what crime would need a cinder block, but he intends to find out. They’ve been walking down the relatively short path (it’s not so much woods as it is a cluster of trees) and haven’t seen anything suspicious, besides a few empty wrappers and a particularly sharp stick that Jon’s been whacking against the ground. He thinks it could’ve been used as a weapon.

“What are you going to do when you’re eight?” he asks, nudging Martin in the side. He hasn’t mentioned his birthday since the first time, so he’ll be in for a real treat come Wednesday. Jon just hopes he can think of something good in time.

“Mm, I don’t know.” Martin slows down to a mosey, and Jon tries to match his strides no matter how much he wants to jump ahead. Martin’s a real ‘slow down and sniff the flowers’ type of guy. Jon’s more of a ‘run ahead and accidentally trample them’ type. “Probably the same as I’m doing now. It’s not like it’s an important age. I can’t drive or anything like that.”

“It’s a very important age!” Jon insists, though he doesn’t have much to back that up. He’s mostly just excited because it’s Martin’s very first birthday with him. “You should look forward to something.”

“I dunno, I don’t want anything to change,” Martin says, his face going a little red as he stares at the ground. “I’d just like to spend more time with you. Have fun. That kind of stuff.”

Jon blinks. “We do that now, though.”

“Yeah. It’s the best.” Martin gives him a toothy grin, the kind that Jon puts away and thinks about later when he’s at dinner with Nan or getting ready in the morning. People don’t smile at him like that, only Martin. He does it all the time when Jon tells him a good joke, or shares his food, or passes him a particularly funny doodle.

And now Jon’s got the perfect idea for a present.

part 2

#my writing #inseparable #tma #the magnus archives #jonathan sims #martin blackwood #jonmartin #cw for jon and martin's typical shitty childhoods #but this is all fluff my friends #pt 1 of 2

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"Not My Yacht" *Chapter 1?*

So this is interesting:

So "Not My Yacht" was my very first fic. Like, I'm talking VERY VERY first.

So when I started asking around about ideas for a new series, a few of my lovelies went through my one shots and this story and "Doodling" got some good votes.

So, I decided to include the one shot and just added to it for a POTENTIAL new series. We'll see how this chapter goes over.

Also I'll be including Rita Calhoun in this for the FIRST time ever, so I may need assistance from @storiesofsvu to get her voice right. I did my best here. I'll be honest I've never really watched her, just that one where that guy blackmailed her or something.

Also Also, if it wasn't obvious enough this is obviously the beginning of the SVU episode "Her Negations".

I don't want to give anything away because I haven't even really thought that far, but I'm 95% sure this is going to turn in a William Lewis situation fic. So...pretty dark. I'm just warning you NOW.

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And yes, the results are in. There is a part 2!

You breathed in the salty air of the sea of the sunny South Hampton shore; It was a beautiful day for a yacht party.

You walked along the pier as you got closer to your boss’s boat: The Crime Wave. Her husband’s idea of a funny name she claimed as she had invited people from the office to this soiree. You were lucky to even get an invite, just being the assistant to the owner of the law firm. “Who else is going to help me dodge boring conversations with men who just wanted a "free ride” on the bosses boat?“ She had teased you; or at least you hoped she was kidding.

You really wanted to just relax and mingle among the elite lawyers of NYC, seeing as you wanted to be one of them someday.

You saw your boss, Rita Calhoun waving you down as you reached the dock space.

"Ah! There you are, for a minute I thought I’d have to mix my own drinks!” She laughed with a wink. You laugh nervously, unable to discern if she was kidding.

“Calm down sweetie, I’m a big girl. Besides, I like to make them myself, strong,” she laughed again, patting your shoulder. Crap had your face looked that panicked? Keep it cool!

“Go ahead, enjoy yourself. I’ll be here, making sure none of those damn punks tries to sneak on here for free booze,” she scoffed, nodding to a group of highly dressed teens playing chicken on the shoreline.

You nodded with a half laugh, stepping onto the yacht. It was a decent size, a second level deck and a very spacious main level. Not a lot of people had arrived yet, so you decided to pick a spot on the yachts back bench area before all the seating was taken. You began removing your over clothes revealing your swimming wear when you hear Rita greet someone else.

“Ah, Barba. You know we have flare guns on board,”

You turn to see the ADA of New York, Rafael Barba. He’s dressed in a windbreaker and what could be either a dark red or salmon polo. You realize Mrs. Calhoun is referring to the almost neon yellow color of the windbreaker, and you can’t help but giggle. It must have been way too loud because they both turn to you which caused you to immediately shut up and go back to undressing and laying out your towel, but ever so slightly still honed in on the conversation.

“You can never be too careful Rita, who knows how many enemies I’ve made in this town; someone might throw me over,” he smirked.

“And anyone here could make it look like a very convincing accident….even my aspiring protege over there,” Rita nods over to you, knowing full well what you were doing.

Barba turned and looked at you, your body frozen in mid towel thrust. You didn’t know whether to throw it over yourself or just run off the boat right there.

“I know it’s an awful jacket dear, you don’t have to keep staring at him.” She called over to you. God why did she have to be so….her.

“Jesus Rita give the girl a break, or did you invite her just to torture her on unbillable hours?” Barba scoffed with a half smile, walking over to you.

“Is it really worth the minimum wage to put up with her?” He asked.

“Mmm…it’s more for the experience, honestly.” You replied surprisingly smoothly.

“Oh….well I mean I could give you the experience without–” He started but was interrupted by your boss’s loud exclaiming.

“Yeah I’ll BET you’d give her experience Barba! Stop hitting on my intern and mingle with the adults.”

If you could dig a hole straight through the boat into the ocean you would do it right then and there.

“…..Without THAT.” He rolled his eyes, lightly flipping her the bird behind his back. You see her respond with a laugh then turns her attention back to the guests boarding.

“She’s probably been drinking since she got on the boat, yeah?” He asked you.

“I…I don’t know I just got here….” You managed to squeak out as your towel strayed from your hands. Barba grabbed it and helped you reposition it on the bench.

“Kinda windy for a yacht party, but Rita will take any chance to celebrate anything remotely resembling a boost to her ego. Am I right?” He chuckled, before sitting down on your towel.

“Just to keep it from blowing away, do you mind?” He asked, gesturing for you to join him. You nodded a boisterous “NO”, plopping next to him on the bench.

“I’m Rafael Barba,” he extended his hand to you, which you took and shook gently, praying to God he didn’t notice you were literally shaking. You had probably had the biggest crush on him since you started working with Mrs. Calhoun, he was constantly in her office challenging her with warrants and favors.

“Oh yeah I know,” you blurted out, mentally facepalming immediately.

“I see….” He raised an eyebrow. “And you are….?”

You were about to answer when his phone went off. He answered it putting one finger up and mouthing the words “one second.”

“Barba. Yeah….what? Seriously, Olivia? On a Sunday?!” He groaned into his phone with an exaggerated eye roll. He raised his hand and ran it over his face begrudgingly as he talked.

“Yeah….alright, fine. Yeah I’ll be there, give me an hour. I’m in the Hamptons. Because it’s my day off, Liv! Do you think I lock myself in my office over the weekends like a vampire in a coffin? Yeah…I’m sorry, I just…” He glanced at you.

“I was enjoying my Sunday.” He gave you a small sad smile.

“Yeah. Ok. See you soon.” He hung up the phone with an exasperated sigh.

“I’m sorry, I gotta go back to the city. Don’t let Rita push you around too much, okay?” He chuckled, rubbing the top of your head like a puppy. You felt your face scrunch up in annoyance, seriously? He thought of you as a kid?!

He obviously noticed, and quickly held out his hand again very sternly.

“Sorry, future counselor.” He said in an overly serious tone, and you couldn’t stop yourself from giggling. Again. Like an idiot.

Relieved he had fixed his faux paux, he gave you one last beautiful Barba grin as he jogged over to Rita and told her something before nodding to you once again, then walked off the boat and disappearing down the pier.

Your boss sauntered over to you, a shit eating grin across her face.

“Well Cinderella, you sure kept that cool.” She gestured for your phone beside you.

“Be sure to tell him your name this time,” she winked, handing it back to you. You glanced down at it as she walked away; she had added a number to your contacts.

“BHole Barba.” You laughed out loud. Nice. Maybe she wasn’t such a horrible boss after all….

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By Monday you still hadn’t had the balls to text Rafael Barba. You had just stared at the number in your phone, imagining all the possibilities contacting him would lead to. You may have gotten so far as planning your summer wedding in the Hamptons, but nobody needed to know that.

But you had chickened out and left it alone, and now you were sitting at your desk typing up a memo for Rita when you saw him come waltzing through the door.

“Ah, Cinderella!” He smiled at you.

“Hey…” Your mind went blank, you couldn’t think of words. Wait, had he already given you a nickname?

“Cinderella?” You blinked in confusion.

“Well I never caught your name-- But I guess I shouldn’t even push it, you’ve clearly moved on and I must seem like a creep,” His train of thought proceeded out loud as he realized you hadn’t taken his number and here he was still flirting with you. Rita had given it to you, he had seen her type it in your phone. Obviously you weren’t interested, why was he pushing this?

“What? NO!” You said a little louder than you intended, actually a lot louder than you intended. You slapped your hand over your mouth after your little outburst, but to you relief he was still smiling.

“Oh? Well I suppose that’s good…” He was obviously fishing for your excuse as to why you had waited until he popped back in your face to talk to him.

“No, I um--” You racked your brain for an excuse that wasn’t “I was busy planning our lives together”.

“I….couldn’t think of something interesting to say,” You finally admitted with a pitiful sigh. You were not a good liar, and under pressure, forget about it.

Again, he still smiled-- but this time he laughed along with it.

“I mean, ‘Hello’ is always an option,” He chuckled. “Or...your name?”

“Oh!” Idiot. You hadn’t even given him your name, how was he supposed to fall madly in love with you without a name?

“Y/N,” You stuck your hand out awkwardly, Was this a ‘shake hands’ moment? Hadn’t you already met before? You stared at your hand as you moved it slightly back and forth, arguing with yourself whether or not this was necessary. Luckily, Rafael settled the argument by taking your hand and shaking it firmly.

His hands were so soft, his long fingers enveloped yours in them. You lost yourself in the moment, and before you knew it he was making an uncomfortable cough, snapping you back to reality. You dropped his hand and snapped yours back into your body like a zip cord, your face in a horrified stare.

“Oh God, I’m so sorry, that was so weird. I’m weird. I’m--”

“Well I don’t know what you were so worried about Cinderella, you’re clearly a chatterbox,” He gave you a tongued smile, referring to the word vomit you just couldn’t help spill all over him.

“Oh yeah, I’m a total word machine,” You laughed nervously. A word machine? What the fuck was that?

“...Word machine. Right,” He nodded in amusement. “Well word machine, would you mind shooting some words to my phone, or do you just enjoy this face to face thing?”

“With that face? Definitely the latter. But you can have my number anyway,” You typed a quick message and sent it to his number. Damn that was smooth! How did you do that?

Rafael made an impressed face with your line, but when he opened his phone his brows furrowed.

“Hit?” He gave you a curious look as he read the text out loud.

“Fuck it was supposed to be ‘hi’-- stupid autocorrect,” You muttered angrily. Yeah, that was more like you.

“Oh yes, the dreaded autocorrect,” He nodded while saving your number. “Turning fucks into ducks since 2011,”

“Oh I didn’t have a phone in 7th grade but I’ll take your word for it,” You laughed, but stopped when his face twisted into a mix of horror and discomfort when he realized how young you actually were.

Dammit. Why...why would you do this?

“....Right, is Rita in?” He quickly shoved his phone back in his pocket and headed into Rita’s office before you could answer.

“...Idiot!” You yelled at yourself as your hands went over your face and your face planted into your desk.

Well, that was nice while it lasted. All 2.5 seconds of it.

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“Well Barba, about time,” Rita smirked as Rafael abruptly burst into her office trying to get away from you. “Done flirting with the intern are we?”

“Shut up,” He rolled his eyes, though his face was a deep shade of red.

“Oh no, what happened? Did your dentures fall out in front of her?” She smirked.

“I’m younger than you!!” He scoffed.

“Yeah but I’m not the one trying to boff a 25 year old,” She smirked harder, making Rafael angrier.

“Can I just get the warrant I came here for, Rita?” He huffed.

“Oooh, struck a nerve there, did I?” Rita chuckled as she grabbed some papers from her desk and started to hand them to him. “Barba, for the record I’m really not judging you. If I were 20 years younger, I’d hit it too,”

“Excuse me?”

“I had a lot of ‘cats’ in college,” She winked.

“Wow,” Rafael held up his hands. “Rita, we really don’t need to be that personal.”

“Fine, but all I’m saying is if you like the girl, don’t let a stupid thing like age deter you. Don’t tell her I said this, but she’s actually very competent and organized. I would almost prefer her not to graduate, unless she'd come work for me. She’s going to be a hell of a lawyer,” She gestured outside to your desk.

Rafael looked at the ground as he mulled over what she was saying, a small smile crawled across his lips as she complimented your potential.

“I’ll take that under advisement, Mrs. Calhoun,” He nodded as he walked towards the door with the papers in his hand, a huge smile across his face now.

He walked out to find you cursing at yourself and whimpering in embarrassment at your desk. When you heard the door shut you snapped to attention and stared at him, shocked he hadn't sprinted out of the office like Usain Bolt. Even more shocking was that Cheshire cat grin now upon his face.

“I-I’m sorry, I totally meant I was--” You tried doing math trying to make yourself reasonably older.

“It’s fine,” He chuckled as he put a hand over your counting fingers. You blushed at the touch of his skin on yours again, but quickly shoved your hands under the desk nervously as you tried not to look him square in the eye. His eyes were so gorgeous you were positive staring straight into them would actually get you pregnant.

“So does Rita ever unchain you from this desk?” He smirked as he was now very aware and very amused at how nervous he made you. He may be old, but clearly he’s still got it.

“Oh yeah, if I ask very nicely she let’s me--” You tried to think of something witty, but it wasn’t coming with him staring at you with those eyes. “....Yes,” You wanted to put your hands over your face but you didn’t want it to be a ‘thing’.

“Well, maybe if you’re an extra good girl she’ll let you off your leash early tonight,” He winked.

“....Am I a dog or a toddler in that situation?” You were genuinely asking, but Rafael clearly realized how insulting that must have seemed.

“Oh no no no, I just, shit,” He tried to backtrack but if he was being totally honest, you made him nervous. Maybe he didn’t have ‘it’ as much as he thought.

You noticed he was the one blushing now, oh my god were you making him nervous? QUICK, BE SMOOTH. BE SMOOTHER THAN YOU’VE EVER BEEN IN YOUR LIFE.

“Are you asking me out, counselor?” You did your best “sultry “voice with a bat of your eyes. Were you batting them too much? What was too much? Oh god you’ve done it for too long now. STOP BATTING.

“...I don’t know, guess you’ll have to wait for me to text you, future counselor,” He was impressed by the line, and decided to bow out before either of you made idiots of yourselves again. He gave you a wink and sauntered out of the office.

Great. Now he’ll probably make you wait two days for a--

*BEEP*

Your phone went off in your desk. You pulled it out to see a text message:

BHOLE BARBA: Dinner? Tonight?

You really needed to change his contact name. But that wasn’t the point right now. He just asked you out. Rafael Barba just asked you out. You stared at in your hands, unsure of what to do. Then you realized you couldn’t do this again, you couldn’t just sit there and imagine things, this required an immediate response.

You nervously typed a reply and hit SEND:

Sire ;)

“DAMMIT!!!” You cursed your autocorrect. You instantly sent another text.

Sure***

Before you could lecture yourself again, your phone beeped again:

BHOLE BARBA: Play

Play? What did that--

BHOLE: Okay** ;)

You typed the word ‘okay’ into your text reply bubble, ‘play’ came up in the autocorrect word list.

He was joking with you. He was flirting with you. RAFAEL BARBA WAS FLIRTING WITH YOU.

This work day could not end fast enough.

#rafael barba #rafael barba x you #rafael barba x reader #rafael barba fanficton #law and order svu #law and order svu fanfiction #not my yacht #raul esparza

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cow-smells · 3 years

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Demetri x reader : Downgrade

Request: Demetri x Reader where y/n is a former popular girl and is kind of insecure and tied her self worth to her status, and Demetri confesses that he likes her? @allweseeisliesforforever

A/N: I really hope this is what you wanted! Felt like giving Demetri some much desreved love, and I love the idea of him with a popluar (or in this case, formerly poular) girl. I didn’t go in to the spesifics of why reader isn’t popular anymore because it was irrelevant to the plot tbh.

Also unrelated but it’s my birthday and my country’s in full quarantine so send in the requests, I’ll probs be writing all day (also planning on seeing Karate Kid today, so Johnny Lawrance imagines?? anyone?)

Words: 989

Warnings: none

“My popularity is on the rise, while yours is steadily declining.”

As though you needed a reminder – and from your crush, no less. The words had been ringing through your head all day. Ever since you had been humiliated and Miagi-Do won the fight against Cobra Kai, things had... Shifted.

You walked in to the lunch hall, and as though to drive home the point, Yasmin gave you a once over before turning back to Sam and Moon, giving you the cold shoulder. The message was clear: you weren't welcome there any more.

With a sigh, you turn to your only other option, a clear downgrade; Demetri and his friends.

Sure, you had been harboring an aching crush on Demetri for a while – but that didn't mean hanging out with his gang publicly was going to do you any good on a social status level.

You chinned up and strutted to his table with faux confidence, sure he wouldn't reject you, even if he had crushed you earlier that day.

You made no eye contact as you sat down at the table, ignoring Demetri's lingering stare.

“Was the popular table all booked out for today?” he asked, a genuine confusion in his voice.

“No, I've just decided to grace you with my presence. Consider yourself lucky.” you finished with a cynical smile before poking at your salad. You really didn't have much of an appetite. You did want to spend more time with your crush, but not like this, with your tail between your legs.

You didn't really talk for the rest of lunch. You had nothing in common with these people, and to be honest, you didn't feel like making the effort. You weren't in the mood for anything but going home and taking a long bath. You spent the rest of the time playing with your salad solemnly, not noticing the concerned glances Demetri was giving you.

The rest of the day went by quietly too. You finally made it to final period, the one class you had to look forward too: Chemistry, in which you were partnered up with Demetri.

On your way to class, you stopped by your locker, opening it to reapply your lipstick, admiring yourself in the little mirror you had stuck on the door.

“You and me, partnered for chemistry. Kinda fitting, don't you think?”

You slammed your locker door to see Demetri leaning on the lockers after it, looking at you. You raised your brows in a manner you knew to be stuck up-looking, hoping to conceal your racing heart. “You know I only bother with you for the guaranteed A, right?”

Demetri wasn't fazed. The little grin he wore when he spoke to you held up until you were both sat down, one by the other, and class begun.

Unfortunately, you also shared the class with Yasmin and Moon, who were still giving you the silent treatment. While you usually liked to spend the class bickering with Demetri, your heart wasn't in it today. He would say something to get a reaction from you – you'd make some sort of dismissing noise and continue doodling aimlessly in your notebook.

When the bell finally rang, you made sure to get up and collect your things as slowly as humanly possible, trying to create a distance between yourself and your former friends. The last thing you needed was a couple of rude comments from them to end the day with.

By the time you were packed up and ready to leave, it was just you and Demetri left in class.

“Don't you have a karate class to go to, or a house, or something?” you asked, tiredness colouring your voice.

“Don't you?” he retorted. “I've never seen anyone move so slowly in my life, and I take PE with Abe.”

“What do you care?” You ask facing Demetri, one hand on your hip. Your sudden seriousness caught him unexpectedly, throwing him in to a sudden fit of nerves. He bit his lip, not looking directly at you anymore.

“It sucks, losing friends.” Now this, you did not expect. “I know I'm not your first pick for companionship, but... I guess what I'm trying to say is, I'm here for you.”

You crossed your arms. You wanted to melt at his words, but you were still weary. “Just because I sat with you today doesn't mean it's going to be a regular thing. I'm not your meal ticket to popularity.” any popularity you had left, that is. If that was what he wanted, he wouldn't be having it. Being honest, you couldn't see why else he would say what he did; your whole relationship was built on banter, you roasting him and him replying with either a snarky remark or with what sometimes felt like covert flirting. You hoped it was, at least. But then, why would he? Just like he said... his popularity was rising, yours declining. What could he see in you?

Now you had his attention. Demetri looked at you, slightly offended. “I don't care about your popularity,” he said with a frown. “Y/n... you're incredibly funny, and witty, and way too pretty for me to even be seen with.” You couldn't contain your smile any more – and you were pretty sure you're blushing by now. You bite your lip and meet his eye. “I guess, what I'm really trying to say is...” his eyes strayed to your lips. He swallowed, hard. “I like you, a lot. Popular or not,” he quickly added.

You had to look down to try and keep your cool, playing with your manicured nails unabashedly. There was a thick moment of silence before you looked back up at Demetri – who still seemed mesmerized.

“So?”

“S-so?” he repeated you, confused. You smiled.

“Are you going to ask me out or what?”

#cobra kai #cobra kai demetri #cobra kai imagine #demetri cobra kai #cobra kai demetri imagine #cobra kai demetri x reader #cobra kai/reader #cobra kai x reader

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dapper-nahrwhale · 2 years

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Thanks so much! All those ideas sound super interesting, both the character-focused Ninjago au (I love the idea of a “canon divergence” in which Wu is never a part of the ninja’s lives, but they still get roped together in a different occupation with a different influential figure) and the plot-focused RvB au (because heist aus SLAP and I am always a sucker for Simmons getting more of a spotlight with a subplot bout his family). Happy to hear more about it!

Ur welcome! And thank you for the interest in them! It honestly really does help with my motivation to finish writing things when I know people do want to hear abt them!

Heres some more lil tidbits abt them lol:

In the rvb one, the whole main heist is all about taking down the simmons family.

But the main plot is a grimmons fake marriage :3

I dont want to spoil it cuz I think it's a hilarious twist, but the reds are not supposed to be on this con. It was an accident.

And theres multiple heists going on at the same time in the same place and its basiclly that one always sunny meme of the two guys recognizing each other across the restaurant and also the leverage two teams competing at the same heist episode vibes going on.

Also did I mention it all started with a fake marriage thing going on with grif and simmons that they have to keep up around his family. Then I made it better by adding heists. For some reason lol.

And also theres ridiculous bets.

And tex >:)

In the ninjago one, it's more of taking place over time and through years ect ect and it's not solely focused one one heist it's more of just we'll sometimes hear references to jobs theyve done. Cuz I dont think I could write that many overcomplicated heists. I mean I could but this au doesnt call for that so I'm not. Yet...

None of them know about their elemental powers yet either. Kai just thinks hes good with fire, jay just thinks hes good with electronics ect ect

Idk how lloyd fits in it all yet but I will. I'm sure. It's come to me.

The timelines and certain events are kinda all over the place since the ninja never stopped garmadon from getting the golden weapons or the devourer or really any of that, I'm envisioning that the world has become very divergent from canon. The lore will still be similar just not exactly the same ig. Still figuring put the worldbuilfing in it

Cuz alot of the villians in ninjago are a direct cause of villains of previous events. So if those events never occur. Then what happens. This I guess.

It all takes place a few years past the pilot, so they're older than when they first met there

I genuinely cannot find the first pilot eps anywheres and I cant remember how it all starts exactly, I just wanted to see it again anyways and to see how different the beginning of the series would be if wu wasnt there.

It's really fun to try and figure out how different the ninja would be as criminals, like what would drive them to that, and what would that change about them, and how different they would be from their canon selves too. Rn they're just. The same but more crime.

I'm imagining ronin finds them all separately and then they go their own ways then meet back later? Idk still figuring out alot of the particulars in it too

I'm also planning on posting some doodles of these aus soon too! :^D

#rvb #ninjago #grimmons #red vs blue #ive been drawling the ninja ones nonstop. the rvb ones ehhh. less so.#b.asks #b.text #ninjago crime au #rvb heist au

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marmosa · 3 years

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short fuse.

Fred Weasley x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 4.6k

Warnings: zero proof reading, ha sorry

A/N: hey guys, so i’m swamped with work rn so my writing process is totally stunted, so i’m sorry about the wait for a new fic. aside from that, i hit 118 followers??? that’s absolutely insane to me that 118 people wanna stick around to see more of my work, it makes me undeniably happy and so proud. So thank you, thank you, thank you. i wanna celebrate somehow, but i’m running dry on ideas. i shot a soulmate!au fred by my best friend and she was keen on it, so i’m leaning towards that, but i do want to celebrate in a way that caters to you guys. so my inbox is open for suggestions and requests while i handle personal obligations. sorry this was a bit of a long a/n, but i just wanna thank you all again so very much for choosing to stick around. it means a lot to me. thank you and enjoy <3

***

“I haven’t got a single clue as to what you’re talking about, she says! That’s a load of rubbish if I’ve ever heard it!”

[y/n] finally laxed and looked up from her hand, furrowing her brows as she continued to blow a soft gust of air onto the drying layer of nail varnish. Her eyes trailed along with Fred who was pacing around her dormitory, his face flushed in anger as he ranted on about some girl in his potions class who happened to piss him off earlier that morning.

“You’d think after Snape chewing our heads off about a less than perfect presentation she’d at least pull some of her weight! And I’m no academic mind you, but I would really prefer to avoid another one of my mum’s howlers this week,” he huffed, finally sitting down in one of the loveseats with an aggressive thump.

“If it’s angering you this much I suggest you either speak to Snape, but he’s insufferable so chance are that’ll bust. How do you feel about me hexing her?” [y/n] offered, offering him a small consoling smile, trying her best to lighten his mood.

It didn’t seem to work as the cloud of frustration continued to thunder above his head, the crease in his forehead more prominent than ever. He dragged his hand down his face and let his head loll back with a grunt, “I appreciate the offer but if I’m forced to another insufferable detention with Snape I’m going to do something awful.”

“What happened to the Fred who spends detention pranking Snape until he’s decided to stop giving you detention simply to avoid having to deal with your pranks again?” [y/n] queried, looking back up from the thumb she’d just fixed up.

“He went and died,” Fred grumbled, sinking further into his chair and frowning.

“Oh shove it, come here,” she waved him over, giving him a demanding stare when he remained deflated in his seat, “I said come here!”

He groaned like a petulant child and slid out of his chair, dragging all his weight as he shuffled over, plopping down onto the floor with a thud strong enough to shake the nail varnish container, earning himself a narrow glare from [y/n].

“Let me paint your nails,” she hummed, grabbing his hand and placing it in front of her without so much as a nod of confirmation.

He remained silent as she got to work, coating his nails in a fine layer of a lovely light blue, humming a small tune to herself as he continued to have the anger peel off him ever so slowly. As soon as she finished the first hand he silently gave her the other, resigning to blow a small gust of air onto the drying paint.

“You’ve gone all quiet, d’ya like getting your nails done?” she mused, grabbing one of the many q-tips spilled across her surface to wipe away at the still wet polish that dripped off the side of his thumbnail.

“Wouldn’t you like to know,” he mumbled, back-tracking when she squeezed his hand to emphasize that she was just asking him a genuine question, “a little, yeah.”

“Well then you should ask me to paint them more often! I think I did a pretty good job and look-!” she held up their hands together, pressing hers right under his just enough to where you could still see his nails, “we match!”

Fred couldn’t carry his anger anymore, a smile finally creeping its way onto his lips, his eyes crinkling at the edges as he returned the kind gesture. His heart decompressed, his posture relaxing as he blew off his remaining steam.

“See, all better- ah! Don’t move yet, they’re not dry,” she chastised him, bringing his hands back down flat against the surface, earning herself a shocked grimace from him, “sorry, I’d just hate for it to smudge.”

“S’alright,” he blew out a breath of air, his eyes scanning her appearance as she fussed over his nails just to make sure they were still intact.

He felt another smile coming on as he admired her. A concentrated crease in her brow, her hair out of place from the morning past, robes long discarded as she got comfortable despite the school uniform. It was impossible, he thought, to not be in love with her.

“What’re you lookin’ at Weasley? Planning to kill me in cold blood are ya?” she teased, finally content with her scan of his nails.

“If you keep biting at me with all that sass, maybe I will be,” he replied, sticking his tongue out playfully and scrunching his nose.

“Well if you wanna keep coming to me to vent you’re going to have to get used to sass. Besides I’ve known you for ages, this isn’t new, is it?” she queried, cocking her head to the side.

“It certainly isn’t,” he shook his head, “doesn’t mean you should keep doing it. But I rest my case.”

“Good, because we’re gonna be late to class, come on now.”

***

“I like the color mate, where’d ya get that fancy thing done?”

Fred looked up from the parchment in front of him, glancing over to Oliver who’d seemingly already finished up with his charms notes, “oh, it’s uh, [y/n]’s. She painted them for me before class.”

“Nice. Hopefully it doesn’t get ruined at practice today, which is after class don’t you forget it,” Oliver added, nodding his head as if he’d just aided Fred in avoiding a perilous fate.

“Wouldn’t dream of it,” Fred chuckled, rolling his eyes at Oliver’s typical attitude.

Oliver seemed content with that answer and went back to his work leaving Fred be. Before he could focus back on his work he felt a piece of paper pelt the back of his head, anger twitching in his temple at the annoying gesture. He glanced behind him and saw the crumpled paper on the floor, looking around the class to see a group of Slytherin quidditch players sitting around laughing amongst themselves.

Fred glowered at them and picked up the paper, unfurling it to see a few insults and some shitty grade-level doodle that insinuated Gryffindor was going to lose the upcoming match later that week. Anger bubbled within him once more as the small gesture relit the fuse [y/n] had supposedly managed to completely put out earlier that day.

Without so much as a side glance he stuck his arm out just enough to where the Slytherin’s could see it and Flitwick couldn’t, muttering a small incantation and feeling the paper burst into flames and reduce itself to ashes in his palm within seconds.

The Slytherin’s had gone and picked a poor day to get on Fred’s nerves as it didn’t take long for another few pieces of paper to be pelted at the back of his head. Unfortunately he had quite literally had it, his stool scraping behind him bringing everyone’s attention to him in the silent class as he thundered over to the Slytherin’s.

He approached them with fury biting into every step he took, his arm surging forward as he grasped the collar of one of the upper year players, a nasty glare painted onto his features.

“You’ve got something you wanted to say to me you slimy bastard?” Fred seethed, his other hand clenched at his side, ready to swing had things decided to take the turn he was anticipating.

“Yeah, didn’t you read the papers?” The Slytherin boy replied smugly, not frightened enough for the immanent danger he was in.

“I would’ve, but none of you are literate enough to form an understandable sentence,” Fred bit back, his brows set heavy on his face, anger practically rolling off him in waves.

The other boy didn’t seem to enjoy having his intelligence insulted, his own chair scraping behind him as he stood up, though it was comical to onlookers just how much taller Fred was than he.

“What’d you say to me, Weasley?”

“I said you’re a piece of shit who’s dumb as rocks.”

That was it. Fists started flying and a ruckus had immediately begun, some students cheering while others called Flitwick’s attention, begging him to intervene in the situation. Being as tall as he was, Fred didn’t have much difficulty tackling the other boy to the ground, taking a sharp swing to his face that landed with a uncomfortably loud thump. The kid cried in pain at that and was finally overtaken by his fighting spirit.

It want on like that for a while, the other kid managing to get in a few hits too, punching Fred in the mouth and landing a nasty kick to the stomach, before Professor Flitwick and another teacher who’d been panic called in finally stopped the brawl.

“Mr. Weasley, enough!” McGonagall snapped, standing in front of him as Oliver and two other Gryffindor’s corralled him to the side and away from the boy who was groaning in pain on the floor.

“But professor he-,”

“Forget detention, you need to be taken to the infirmary this instant! Wood, escort him there immediately and please try not to track blood in the corridors,” McGonagall sighed, exasperated with having to deal with yet another issue, turning on her heel to go attend to the obviously more battered student.

As Fred’s adrenaline finally subsided, pain started to seep into his face and chest, the feeling of fresh blood spilling out of his nose finally registering to him.

“C’mon mate, we’ve got to go before it gets worse,” Oliver insisted, trying his best to forcefully move Fred who was rooted in his place without hurting his injuries.

“Yeah, yeah, right,” Fred nodded, a far away quality to his voice as he and Oliver left the class to head to Madame Pomfrey’s.

***

“Is Fred here? Where is he? Oh, Fred!”

He looked up from the cup of medicine he’d just downed, his face recoiling in disgust at the flavor, eyes sealing shut as he forced it down. When he’d finally recovered from the rancid taste he saw [y/n] barreling towards him, panic glued to her features, her robes billowing behind her.

“Hey, [y/ln],” he grinned, setting the glass down and wincing in pain as he went to uncurl his hands, the knuckles still split open and raw as he waited to have them wrapped up.

“Don’t ‘hey [y/ln]’ me, what were you thinking?” she chided, grabbing a nearby chair and pulling it to the side of his bed, “you look terrible.”

“Hey,” Fred pouted, endeared at her display of worry for his wellbeing, “But you honestly should’ve seen the other guy.”

“I did and as mad I want to be, you did do quite a number on him. But your hands! Oh dear me,” she sighed shakily, jumping up to go collect some gauze, tape, and disinfectant.

“They’re not that bad,” he mumbled as she grabbed one of his hands, guiding it in her direction ever so gently.

“You always say that,” she clipped, taking a cotton ball out of its container on the nightstand and soaking it in disinfectant, “now just brace yourself, it’s going to sting.”

Before Fred could get a word out he was hissing in pain, collapsing his shoulders inward as his body shivered with the sting. She cooed sweet words under her breath, quickly replacing the cotton ball with gauze to protect the now freshly clean wound. After repeating the same process over again she set his now wrapped hands in his lap, discarding of the used things and returning the tools to their designated spot.

“All better,” she smiled, reaching forward and squeezing the uninjured part of his hand kindly, rubbing her thumb over the tightly wound gauze.

Fred’s heart swelled as he watched her, the fight feeling all the more worth it to have her fawn over him, “Yeah, all better.”

“Madame, he should be free to leave shouldn’t he?” [y/n] asked as Madame walked over, a tray of tools and medications in her hands.

“I’d wish it so. Mr. Weasley please remove your shirt so I can get a good look at your injury,” Pomfrey instructed, setting her tools down on the nightstand, “and [y/n] please move to the other side so I can get to work.

[y/n] passed him a wide-eyed glare as she maneuvered to the other side of the bed, her worry quickly being shoved to the side as he revealed his toned abdomen right in her face. Had circumstance not have been so worrisome, she probably would’ve been all over him, however the school infirmary was the last place she was going to do something like that.

She cast her gaze down, pretending to occupy herself with picking at her nails as she desperately tried to focus on anything but him. She could see him looking at her quizzically, but she still refused to cave and play into her not to so pure thoughts.

“Alright, luckily there isn’t more than a bit of nasty bruising and some small fractures. I’ll go get you another dosage of medication but it’ll require that you stay the night in the infirmary,” Madame Pomfrey nodded, lifting her tray and scurrying away, continuing onto the next ailment she had to attend to.

“Stay the night, rubbish,” Fred groaned, letting his fall back against the railing of the bed with a small thunk, his chest rising and falling softly as he stared at the ceiling.

“Don’t get any bright ideas, you’re staying here or I’ll give you different reason to,” [y/n] deadpanned, folding her arms across her chest as she finally looked up at him.

“And what will you do? Hmm?” He smiled smugly, sitting back up and folding his arms over his chest, his muscles flexing with the movement.

“I-,” her brain ran blank as she quickly averted her gaze, her leg bouncing conspicuously fast, “I don’t know. Something bad probably.”

“Something bad,” he repeated with a lilt, quirking his head to the side, “ is that ‘something bad’ bothering you, [y/n]?”

Her eyes proceeded to grown wider if that was at all possible as she fumbled to find a witty response to snip back at him, but it was no use, she was all hot and bothered and at a loss of words. She resigned herself to a small shake of her head, casting her eyes down to her lap.

“Oh,” he hummed, a smugness practically dripping from his voice, “I get it, you like what you see don’t you?”

“Okay you know what, I think you’re in good hands and you’re going to be just fine on your own and now that I know you’re not dead, I’m going to head back to my dormitory now!” She jumped up, her chair scraping across the floor with an uncomfortable screech as she turned on her heel to leave.

“Now hold on-,” he interjects, grabbing her wrist the best he could with his restricted mobility, tugging her back slightly, “I was only kidding, you know that. I appreciate you coming to check up on me.”

He watched her decompress, her eyes glancing down to where he held her wrist with a tiny smile pulled onto her lips, “Of course, any time Freddie. Now if you’ll excuse me, I actually must go for homework purposes, but I might be back later. Take care.”

“Take care!” he called after her.

***

Fred cozied himself into the covers, the gentle pitter patter of the rain outside the many infirmary windows becoming the background to his thoughts as he tried to fall asleep. With a sigh he rolled onto his back, folding his hands over his chest as he found himself uncapable of falling asleep.

He was bored out of his mind, usually when he found himself in similar circumstances in his dorm he had something on hand to occupy his busy brain. However the infirmary didn’t really provide much to do unless he wanted to get up, steal a stethoscope, and start playing a one-sided game of doctor.

Before he could roll back onto his side and pull the covers closer to his chin to try and force himself asleep, a small outburst of noise drew his attention. As alertness spiked in him, he quietly reached for his wand on his nightstand, wrapping his hand around it and drawing it back under the covers, his mind starting to recite as many defense hex's he could think of.

As he prepared himself to turn around he felt a hand clasp his shoulder and before he could start screaming to try and grab everyone and their mother’s attention, another hand placed itself over his mouth followed by a shushing command.

He turned his head and felt a sudden wave of relief flooding over him as he registered the faux perpetrator, his heart then picking up pace for the same reason.

“Hey,” [y/n] smiled softly, he eyes sunken in a sleepy sort of way. “I’m gonna move my hand, don’t scream.”

Fred rolled his eyes, but nodded none the less, “you could’ve given me a heads up that you were coming, I would’ve tried harder to look more presentable.”

She looked up from her open bag at her side, her brows pushing together as she stared at him with a confused yet amused look, “you look just fine, Freddie. What’re you on about?”

Fred struggled to bite back a laugh, shaking his head as he pushed himself up into a sitting position, the blanket bunching around his waist, “Nothing, nothing- hey, what’d you even come here for anyway? Couldn’t resist being away from me for so long?”

“You wish, Weasley,” she rolled her eyes, thanking her lucky stars that there was a chair nearby and she wouldn’t have to make any extra noise bringing it over, “I’m here to paint your nails.”

“Oh,” he glanced down at his hands, noticing she was, in fact, right about the presumed notion that he needed a repaint, “Are they still gonna be blue?”

“Well, I brought the lot of the varnish with me, I was just going to let you pick,” she smiled, setting the bag down into his lap.

His face beamed as he rolled the tote bag down, revealing the pile of nail varnish containers, a childish grin spreading out on his face as he browsed the collection. [y/n] smiled to herself and prepped the nail varnish remover to get rid of the cracked and chipped polish already on his fingers.

“Can I mix ‘n match?” he quipped, holding up two colors to the moonlight to get a better look at them.

“If you’d like,” she shrugged, “it’s up to you.”

“Sick! Can I do one hand black and one red?” his voice buzzing with excitement.

“Certainly, hand them over and we can start,” she chuckled, taking the two colors and setting the rest at the foot of the bed

She pulled one of his hands to her gently, swirling the cotton ball over his nails to remove the polish. A giggle escape her when he scrunched his nose at the bitter smell of the acetone, the fumes making him blink rapidly as he got used to it.

“Well that’s mad, it feels like that stuff should’ve melted my fingers off,” he breathed incredulously, shaking his head to get rid off the weird buzz that had fanned over his brain.

“It certainly does and unfortunately the effects don’t change, you can never really get used to it,” she sighed, grabbing his other hand, continuing to wipe away at the blue.

The two feel back into silence as she feel into her focused stupor, her lips pursed to blow a small gust of wind to dry the remaining acetone while she shook a bottle of varnish in her other hand. Fred watched her with wide, adoring eyes, absolutely enamored with how dedicated she was to the task at hand. He let her continue on without interjecting, for the first time that night the silence was inviting and he quite enjoyed just hearing the clink of the cap against the bottle and the intermingling of their breaths.

“You have nice hands,” she noted absentmindedly, capping the black varnish and beginning to help it dry, missing the look Fred gave her at the suggestive nature of her compliment.

“Thanks,” he hummed, redirecting his attention to the shiny layer of red on his right hand while she continued to blow air onto his left.

“Of course,” she hummed, “now let me see both of your hands, I don’t want it to be messy.”

Fred complied and shifted his body so he was facing her, setting both his hands in her own while she inspected his nails, her focus so dedicated to her task that she yet again missed the adoring look he was giving her. A smile quirked at his lips as she absentmindedly ran her thumb over his hands, triple-checking that the varnish was indeed dry.

“Well, I suppose that does it,” she nodded, satisfied with her handy work, “d’ya like it?”

“More than anything,” he beamed, “are you going to leave now?”

“Only if you want me to, I don’t have classes tomorrow morning so I have no problem staying up,” she shrugged, secretly wishing he’d request her company.

“That’d be lovely, I was having trouble sleeping anyway,” he nodded.

“Same here. I can imagine it was only harder for you with your injuries,” she noted sadly, glancing over at his still wrapped hands, the gauze looking like it was fresh.

“It’s not too bad, Madame Pomfrey gave me some painkillers so I’m doing alright. Besides it’s not so bad since I have you,” he added, fiddling with the folded covers around his knees.

Her eyes widened a bit as she processed his confession of sorts, her heart picking up pace in her chest at his vulnerability, her next words coming out in a hush, “That’s sweet, Freddie.”

“I’d hope so,” he whispered, raising his brows as he bobbed his head in an awkward sort of nod.

[y/n] reached forward again and took one of his hands into hers, boldly lifting it to her lips and pressing a chaste kiss to his bandaged knuckles, squeezing his wrist gently. It was all too much for Fred, she’d been too kind all day and here she was sitting in front of him now, kissing his hand and smiling at him all too innocently for how badly he wanted to kiss her then and there.

But he was at a loss of words and she was at a loss of restraint, trailing her lips up so she could press another kiss to the inside of his wrist and then the small divot of his elbow, slowly but surely pulling him forward towards her. Fred didn’t mind it though, he leaned into her with every advance, his breath coming to a stand still in his throat as she neared his face.

Her chair pushed behind her with a faint scraping noise as she stood up to accommodate for their height difference, his hand now intertwined with her own down at her side as she looked him straight in the eyes. The tension in the air was palpable and though she had been taking the initiative all day, he didn’t need anyone to tell him twice just what he needed to do.

“Can I kiss you?” he asked barely above a whisper.

“You most certainly can.”

Though he felt himself surge forward with urgency, the entire thing was as slow and sultry as they could get it. Their lips molded together softly, gentle kisses passed between each of them, quiet endearments passed between each pause for breath before going in for more. Fred cupped the back of her head with his free hand, hers doing relatively the same as she lifted her knee to his side so she could stabilize herself.

The kisses quickly became deeper, not necessarily desperate, but long and drawn out, both of them wanting to melt into the other for eternity. [y/n] wished so desperately that the circumstance were different enough to where she could curve into him, be able to feel over his arms and chest and relish in every inch of him that she’d fallen in love with. Fred similarly thought the same, his hand squeezing hers every so often to remind himself that she was there and this was happening and she was his.

When they pulled away, [y/n] pressed her forehead to his, letting their hands unwind so she could cup his face and he could caress her hips. Their breaths mingled in the buzzing silence, heart’s thumping in their ears as they relished in one another’s presence. She turned her head to the side to pepper kisses against his cheek, tilting it downward to trace loving kisses along his jawline too. He let out a breathy chuckle, feeling bad that he couldn’t just pull her into his lap and show her as much affection as she was showing him, but he knew deep down their current options were limited.

“I adore you Freddie,” she whispered, pressing a kiss to the divot where his ear met his jaw, her fingers moving to card through his hair.

Fred couldn’t believe how utterly at a loss for words he was. It was so unlike him to not have a witty word or two to put in, especially after such a moment that begged for its tension to be resolved. But after the rough day he’d had, he thought it fine to let himself receive rather than give, even if just this once.

“You’re amazing, [y/l/n],” he chuckled softly, moving his hands so they were rubbing her back gently, her shirt riding up every so often with his movements.

“As are you,” she hummed, finally pulling back to admire her lover’s face, her thumb tracing over his jaw, nose, and lips, an adoring gaze melted onto her features.

“Thank you. For all you’ve done for me today,” he added, wanting to emphasize just how appreciative he was of her, knowing he’d hopefully be able to truly make it up to her later.

“That’s what you do for people you love, right?” she smiled, biting back a giggle when his face drew into one of bashfulness.

“I suppose so,” he returned the smile, pulling her face back down for one more savored kiss, a sigh escaping her as she melted into his embrace once more, “now what do you suppose we do for the next couple hours, that is if you intend to stay?”

“Well see,” [y/n] shrugged, “now scoot over that chair is ghastly, I don’t want to sit in it anymore.”

“And were back,” Fred chuckled, obliging her request to make room for her on the bed.

“What?”

“Oh it’s nothing,” he shook his head.

“Yeah, nothing, sure,” she rolled her eyes, crossing her legs under her as she got comfy across from him.

“It is nothing!” he scoffed, kicking her before crossing his legs underneath him.

“Rubbish.”

“I warned you what would happen if you kept giving me sass didn’t I,” he quirked a brow, folding his arms over his chest.

“Maybe you did, maybe you didn’t, we may never know,” she lilted, batting her eyelashes innocently.

Fred exhaled and lolled his head to the side, unable to hide the grin on his face, “whatever, now, I bet you’re wondering how the fight went!”

“Oh yes! But spare the nasty details, I can handle it, I’d just prefer not to.”

“Whatever you say, love.”

#fred weasley #fred weasley imagine #fred weasley imagines #fred weasley x reader #fred weasley x [y/n]#[y/n]#mar writes #harry potter #hogwarts #gryffindor #slytherin #infirmary

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shadowsfascination · 3 years

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Shadamy pregnancy concerns headcanon

In the beginning of their relationship Shadow and Amy often joked about how amazing their future kids would be. Amy being the ultimate mortal lifeform for Shadow, he could easily picture how perfect their tiny hedgehog babies would be - if they ever had kids. Even though it was nothing serious at the time, he bragged about the idea aloud to her, already proud as a peacock in advance.

However, after a few years of being a couple the idea got a serious note to it since it was more likely to happen for them in the near future. Rouge, still a close friend to both of them, had settled with Knuckles and fell pregnant after some time. When her partner kept making stupid jokes about them not knowing how to make babies, Rouge knew it was a difficult subject for Shadow and Amy.

Shadow had once opened up to her about their fears regarding having kids. There was a 50/50 chance that they would turn out to be mortal. They already had to live with the thought that Amy would cease someday and Shadow would survive her. The thought of adding possibly mortal kids he’d survive too was unbearable and something they’d rather not talk about.

When Rouge gives birth to three adorable little ones, Amy’s smitten. Rouge often invites her over to help with the babies, knowing she really enjoys it. Shadow sees how Amy’s head over heels with them, her mother heart aching to become a mom herself. He makes a drastic decision and seeks out Dr. Eggman without telling Amy. Eggman, curious as he is, will hear him out. Shadow swallows his pride and spills about the mortality issue of the kids Amy and he want to have, appealing to the small soft side and scientist in Eggman.

“And you want me to help you out of course. What’s in it for me?”

“I’ll assume the glory for being the first scientist who succeeds in genetically mutating the DNA of an embryo to make it an immortal being wouldn’t seal the deal, right?”

The doctor nodded with a mischievous grin, twisting the ends of his moustache together. For Shadow to come to him for help was a big deal, so he could ask for a big favour in return.

“A measly Chaos Emerald will not do either. That hyper annoying blue hedgehog will simply steal it back from me. I’ll propose the following idea: I’ll help you. In return you need to provide me with data for this to work, take part in my research and experiments. I get to keep the data and do with it as I please. No interfering.”

He held out his hand to Shadow, who was clearly hesitant. Having worked with the doctor in the past, he knew him all too well. He’d definitely use the data to take another shot at creating an ultimate lifeform for him to reach his goal of world domination. Still, if anyone could pull this off, it was Dr. Eggman. He thought about Amy and how happy it would make her if they could have kids of their own and suddenly it wasn’t hard at all. Shadow shook Eggman’s hand.

Explaining the idea to Amy, she was thrown off at first, but came around after contemplating about it for a few days. She realized that if they wanted their children to be immortal, this probably was their only option. They decide to actually go through with it. Shadow helped Eggman collect the data he needed for the plan, while an actual hospital took care of the IVF-part.

Once they handed him the Petri dishes with the embryo’s, Eggman was surprised to see how confident and carefree they were about all of it. The scientist however clearly had overlooked a major important aspect: any immortal children of Shadow and Amy would be absolutely invincible and will stop all his evil plans in any future.

Amy held a positive pregnancy test in her hands a couple of days later. She once made a cheesy ‘ultimate dad’-mug for Shadow in advance and handed it to him with the positive test in it. They were over the moon and eagerly anticipated getting to be parents together. Another thing the couple couldn’t wait for was to see the look on Eggman’s face once he’d have to face one of their cute, but freakishly strong ultimate tinies.

@shadamyheadcanons, I wanted to submit this to your blog, but I couldn’t add the doodle to it. So, I decided to upload it this way. Anyway: hope you enjoy it.

Sweet Chaos! I didn’t notice the length of this! ^^’

#Shadamyheadcanons #Shadowsfascination #shadamy fanfiction #Shadamy #shadow and amy #shadow the hedgehog #amy rose #Amy Rose the Hedgehog #shadamy pregnancy #shadamy pregnant #pregnancy concerns #ultimate life form #shadamy kids #they would be soooo cute #and strong

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4aloysius-porteu · 3 years

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i really wish i hated you || tsukishima kei

masterlist | 1 | 2 | chapter 3

pairing: tsukishima kei x f! reader

sypnosis: It was an accident that (Y/N) met a certain tall, blonde male; a memory she isn't fond of remembering, but it is where it all started. And ever since, she magically makes her to his path. The image of the bespectacled man dwelled in her mind more than she thought. Tsukishima pushed away his softer emotions and denied their existence, or at least that's what he told himself. But then, he couldn't believe that this girl he labeled as a clumsy, unlucky creature who smashed his glasses is slowly bringing these strange emotions back to him. She might be irritating and dumb sometimes, but he couldn't get himself to completely hate her. Either that destiny was stupid, or he was blessed or cursed.

genre: fanfiction, fluff

wc: 2.6k

She has met the tall, blonde, and bespectacled male yet again.

"Oh, the midget stalker is here."

"You again?! Seriously, I think it's you who's following me!"

"Hah, what do I get from following an extremely short person like you?" He said, borrowing her words from yesterday.

(Y/N)'s eyebrows creased further in irritation. "Why do you keep mentioning my height?!"

"It was you who started it. Anyways, can you shut up? Do you know that you're in a library?"

She didn't retort back and simply sat on the chair with her arms crossed. It was a fine day then —BOOM— this giant decided to appear out of nowhere. She was trying to forget this person who's associated with some of her embarrassing moments but those just got smashed back to her mind. (Y/N) sighed and pulled a book at the bottom of the stack to start reading, but noticed that the blondie is still standing near the edge of the table, hesitating to sit down while glancing somewhere and back to her.

"What?" (Y/N) frowned.

"Why am I unnecessarily stuck with you on this table?" He sighed, pulling out the chair.

"Because all of the tables here are taken? If you're worried about your glasses being knocked off, don't worry, I won't do anything reckless anymore."

"That's a nice reassurance," He settled down and brought out his studying materials.

Both of them shared the table in the crowded library. Ignoring the people, between them was a silent atmosphere. No one was talking as they both minded their own studies; he was reading quietly and turning pages of a huge book while (Y/N) wrote key points from the printed work and highlighting her notes. Sometimes, the other would leave to return books to their shelves and came back with new stacks. This went on for a few hours until her pen ran out of ink. She scribbled at the back of her notebook in hopes that the ink just got stuck, to no avail. She sighed, resting her head on the notebook. But she really needed to take down notes for her upcoming entrance exam.

"Hey." (Y/N) reluctantly said.

The blonde male looked at her, confirming if he's being called, "What?"

"I'm sorry to interrupt your business but... do you have a spare pen?"

He stared at her with a straight face and placed his chin on the top of his knuckles, implying his refusal to lend one.

(Y/N)'s mentally gritted her teeth. I'm just going to borrow a pen and he's making it hard for me?!

Swallowing her pride, she said, "Look, I need to finish my notes. I'll return it to you right away when I'm done. I promise. Please?"

He scoffed as brought out a pen, "An inkless pen is all it takes for you to become a less lively puppy? You better keep your promise."

A puppy?! "You didn't need to compare me to a puppy but, thanks."

She continued her work but her focus was a bit shaken. This happens whenever she's interrupted or took a break away from writing. Soon, her focus vanished and boredom took over. She tried to read a book to review ideas but her brain won't cooperate. She groaned, her head and arms fell to the table again. The blonde saw but chose to ignore her.

She closed her eyes for a second, however, her gaze fell to the blank paper in front of her face. Her hands are itching to do something other than reviewing and writing, so she put down the pen she borrowed and took a pencil out of her pocket. She placed a pile of books near her notebook so that the male won't notice what she's doing. There, she started to sketch the base of the figure.

She would observe the four-eyed guy who's busy reading some sort of article while taking notes. He has a calm expression on his face rather than an irritated scowl or a mocking grin he usually has. He wears a long blazer and probably a long-sleeved shirt inside. His blonde hair is short yet the edges are a bit curly and his upper eyelashes are prominently long. This was the first time she stared at the jerk's face who she kept bumping into random places that irked the hell out of her, but for some reason, she felt that she had seen this person before the accident in the park, albeit she doesn't know where. (Y/N) came to a conclusion; he was a little good-looking.

The girl looked back to her drawing and shook her head at her own ideas. I can't believe I actually thought that this guy is handsome. How can such a mean creature be blessed with such looks?! Ugh, don't mind, (Y/N). I'm only drawing him because he seems like a great canvas subject, it's not like I haven't done this to other people before...

She went on drawing and drew details to the sketch similar to the boy in front of her. To make the drawing more accurate, she stole small glances at him. She kept things low key because it'll be another embarrassing event if he found out what she's doing. She made the lines smoother in one swift move. The hair and clothes' folds are already well-drawn while she focuses on the detail of his eyes and glasses. She was about to shade when the male finally caught her.

"What is it?" He questioned, closing his book with a low voice and creased eyebrows.

(Y/N) froze on the spot. As much as she doesn't like it, she maintained eye contact with him, thinking of the best alibi that he couldn't argue with. Then, she remembered that she doesn't know his name.

"Uhm... nothing. I was just wondering if you have a name." While talking, her finger subtly moved to grab the nearest object it could get to cover her drawing.

"I have, but why would I mention it to you?" He cooly replied.

"It's alright. I'm not asking you to. Unless you want to be referred to as he/him or the tall, blonde glasses guy all the time?" (Y/N) countered.

He silently turned a page before answering, "Well, it's not like we'll meet every day."

"Oh," was her only reply. Looks like he will stay a nameless guy in her head for a long time. She was about to get back to her business when he spoke.

"Tsukishima Kei."

(Y/N) looked at him in surprise. "I'm not going to repeat it." He added.

She smiled, having clearly heard it right away. "Can you tell me how it is written?"

He looked at her to check for ill intentions but found nothing in her eyes. He hesitantly wrote the characters of his name on a piece of paper.

"I'm (L/N) (Y/N), nice to meet you again, Tsukishima-san." She'd like to initiate a handshake for peacemaking, but she knows how he'd only decline it. She wrote her name for him to see as well.

Tsukishima Kei. She repeated in her mind. What a nice name.

With a notebook covering the upper portion of the paper where she had drawn his portrait, she wrote his name at the bottom. She proceeded to the shading and background features. Backgrounds are one of the things she hates in art because it takes too long to draw one compared to the subject itself. Luckily it's only a sketch so she won't have to suffer. Although she doesn't know if Tsukishima had seen whatever she's doing so she's still cautious. She peered at him for the nth time so she could distract his peripheral vision. Maybe to test the social initiative skills she hasn't used for a long time too.

"Uhh, can I ask something?" She started.

"Hm?" He responded without taking his eyes off the page.

"What school are you from?"

"Amemaru Middle School."

(Y/N) hummed, thinking of another question, "Then, what school are you enrolling to? It must be an upper class one since you had to read those large books and all."

"Not really," Tsukishima closed the book, "I plan to go to Karasuno High School. They may not have a difficult entrance exam, but these readings are for decent grades and some stock knowledge."

"Decent grades, huh... you look like you could achieve more though. I'm pretty sure you'll ace it." She answered, "I was from Kitagawa Dai Ichi. I'm taking an exam in Shiratorizawa soon."

"You're going to that high-class academy? I see, I failed to notice that because you don't look like one. Have fun clashing with other elites there."

"Elites? What are you talking about, you still believe there's such a hierarchy?" (Y/N) chuckled.

"There is though. A gap between them and mere humans in terms of skills and power."

"In the end, they're still humans though. Be it numbers, hard work, or some unique strategy, those 'mere humans' you say will always struggle to step on equal levels with those on the highest rank."

Tsukishima only hummed and stared down at her, "Perhaps I was wrong on assuming you're an elite. You're clearly not."

"Are you underestimating me?" She challenged.

"No, I was just saying. Can I ask something though?"

"What?"

"Why are you suddenly talkative?"

She was caught off guard but tried not to stutter, "Me? Talkative? I'm always like this."

"Really?" He raised his brows, totally not buying it.

"Ugh, fine! I'm tired of studying!" She sighed, "I was scribbling some doodles on my notebook because I'm bored so I thought it wouldn't hurt to talk to Mr. Beanpole in front of me. Forgive me and my awkward social skills."

"Your social skills are not bad. I'm just thankful you aren't using the precious ink of my pen for drawing." He said, stacking the books he used.

She gasped, panicked inside, "You aren't looking at my drawing, are you?"

He got up to return the books,"Don't worry, it's none of my business."

She exhaled in relief, spared from another memory of embarrassment. Her eyes followed his walking figure and watched his movements. She looked at her drawing to compare and used her fingers to define lighting. When Tsukishima got back and placed new reviewers on the table, (Y/N) asked him once more.

"Do you ever get tired of studying?"

"Sometimes I take a break, but I can only do that if I have finished everything."

"What a diligent student you are."

"I hardly see any benefit in being dumb and slacking off all the time."

"Eh, I hardly see any benefit in studying Algebra and Calculus. I have a lot of questions. Do you use derivatives in counting money or salary? Do you use trigonometry in dividing pizzas or corn chips? Why do I need to find the limit of a function if numbers are infinite? Why do I need to get the formula of a certain point in each line or curve I draw on the graphing paper? What is the correct answer for?" (Y/N) complained.

Tsukishima looked at her blankly, doubting her chances of passing the Shiratorizawa's board exam. "I couldn't argue with that, I'd rather read a book composed of words than formulas, but you don't have a choice. Although, if you plan to be an engineer or something, that'll be a different perspective."

"No, thanks, I won't eat math books for breakfast. Other subjects are interesting enough to keep me awake in class, but numbers don't really entertain me."

"Then, what do you do?" He asked, writing on his notes.

"Not much. I just draw, paint, listen to music, and watch anime."

He let out an amused hum, "How about you? What do you do other than to study?" (Y/N) asked.

"I play volleyball, listen to music, and read narrative books."

"Volleyball? So that's what your height is for! I thought it's just for cleaning and reaching high places."

"That's rude."

"If I am, what do you call yourself? Besides, I don't want to make wrong assumptions."

"You just did."

"...right. I'm sorry."

The sense of familiarity took over (Y/N)'s brain, telling her that she definitely had met this Tsukishima guy before. Her face scrunched a little, trying to search her memories and connect the dots. Her eyes found his face again.

"Why do you keep looking at me?" His eyes narrowed, his annoyance towards the girl slowly rising.

"I HAD met you somewhere... before that accident, where did I see you?"

He was about to say something when (Y/N) stopped him, "Shh, I'm thinking."

He crossed his arms and frowned at her. Volleyball, Amemaru MS... She was about to say it but Tsukishima spoke first.

"Were you one of the audience who watched the middle school volleyball inter-high a year ago?"

"I was! Wait, you remember?"

"That was the only place where I could find someone from Kitagawa Dai Ichi." He confirmed.

"Correct. I was a part of the school paper where I was assigned in the sports category. I took a picture of you when my senior was interviewing you! You were the tallest middle blocker in the games! How could I forget that! So that's why whenever you irk me, it was familiar!"

"How am I annoying you? Aren't you the one who kept on talking right now?"

"I've figured out that there's no kind bone in you. And the way you keep on stuffing the spikes from the opposite team. It was never-ending that they didn't have a chance to score properly." She pouted.

"What do you expect from a middle blocker? It was my job to block spikes."

"You could've gone easy on them."

"The game would lose it's sense if that's the case."

"Fine. You're not wrong." Their conversation was cut short after she ceased talking. At least she found out where she first met Tsukishima. She finished the portrait sketch. Grinning, she believed that she captured his features accurately in her drawing. She'd like to hold it near him and compare to make sure though. Satisfied with her work, she went back on turning pages.

"So, you've finally decided to continue to study?" Tsukishima prodded.

She smiled, "I guess. Thank you for talking to me. That was a great stop."

Both of them worked quietly, but now, the irritation they felt towards each other lessened. After some time, a person in the speaker announced that the library will be closing before 6 pm. Tsukishima returned all the books he borrowed and packed his things.

"You're going home?"

"I don't want to come home late. You aren't finished with your notes yet?"

"Yeah, maybe I'll leave five minutes before six."

"Alright. I'll get going now." He swung his bag over his shoulder.

"Hey, wait! Your pen!" (Y/N) abruptly remembered seconds after.

"I don't need it anymore. It was useful, apart from its close on running out of ink."

"But it's yours and you told me to keep my promise!"

"Whatever. Keep it or throw it." He walked out and wore his headphones, having no intention to listen to anyone.

She sighed and checked the ink. More than half of it is gone, but she can use it again if she wishes. (Y/N) placed her fist to her cheek while writing.

Random Tsukishima Kei facts:

In the second prototype chapter (unserialized, one shot, the first idea of the author on how haikyuu will go) Tsukishima was a second-year, which was changed in the serialized version where he's a first-year. His initial height in the prototype chapter is 184cm, a little shorter than his official height (190.1cm). In an extra sketch, Furudate commented, "Tsukki and Tanaka being in the same year would spell chaos!

#haikyuu!!#tsukishima kei #haikyuu tsukishima #haikyuu fanfiction #haikyuu angst #haikyuu imagines #haikyuu fluff #kei tsukishima #tsukishima x reader #tsukishima kei x reader #haikyuu headcannons #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu headcanons #tsukishima imagine #tsukishima scenarios #tsukki

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kingreywrites · 3 years

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Tradition

Fandom: Tangled

Word Count: 2624

New Dream Appreciation Week Day One: The Day of Hearts

Summary: "Hey Blondie," Eugene said quietly. She looked down at him as he turned around a little to face her more comfortably. "What do you think about… You know, this whole tradition about signing Herz Der Sonne's diary to celebrate your love?"

Note: not my fav fic for this week, but I hope you’ll like it!!

Read on ao3

@gleamful-lanterns @autumn-ravenclaw

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Sat cross-legged on Eugene's bed, Rapunzel was scribbling intensely on the list of activities she was making to convince Cass that a double date with her and Eugene was the best thing ever, adding little doodles everywhere to support her arguments. Eugene, for his part, was lying down lengthwise on his bed next to her, head and shoulders sticking out. He was tracing mindless patterns on the floorboards under him, looking thoroughly bored.

"Hey Eugene?" she asked suddenly, pencil in her mouth.

"Yes?"

"An activity of swimming together under the stars, yay or nay?"

"Nay," he grunted.

"Really? Why?"

"The water's cold, and Cassandra in it would make it freezing," he grumbled, looking up to see her frown. "Hey, the water really is cold. Plus, this Andrew guy and Cass only just met in person, maybe it's a little too soon to put on swimsuits in front of each other for them."

Rapunzel pondered on that for a second, before nodding. Swimming would have to wait for another double date. She hoped the fifty-six other activities she had planned would be enough to compensate. This was so exciting, she thought with a grin, already fantasising about how great it would be to do all of these things with Eugene, while Cassandra could do them with Andrew.

"Hey Blondie," Eugene said quietly. She looked down at him as he turned around a little to face her more comfortably. "What do you think about… You know, this whole tradition about signing Herz Der Sonne's diary to celebrate your love?"

She beamed at him, forgetting her list for a second as she thought back on the story Big Nose told them not so long ago. "It's so romantic! I love the idea that, for generations, couples signed this book, and that their love will forever live through it!"

"I do too," Eugene answered with a soft smile. He opened his mouth, about to say something, but she didn't notice because right at this instant, an idea struck her.

"Oh!" she exclaimed, lightening up visibly.

"Oh?" he parroted.

"Do you think Cass and Andrew are gonna sign the diary together? That would be adorable!" she squeaked, bending down to add book signing on the list. Oh, she was so impatient for this date - she just needed to get Cassandra's permission, but with so many fun things to do together, how could she say no?

When she looked back towards Eugene, he seemed to have deflated, and was looking at the ground again.

"Are you okay?"

He hummed, before grumbling: "You know, the Herz Der Sonne's diary is for really serious couples. Like, those that think that they're gonna spend their lives together, that kind of deal."

"Ah… And you think Cass isn't ready for that?"

"I- urgh," he groaned, "forget it."

She hesitated, sensing there was something more here, something she wasn't understanding. Gently, she put her hand in Eugene's hair and brushed it away, and he raised his head again to give her an honest and loving smile. She smiled back hesitantly, but he didn't add anything. After a few seconds, she decided to keep making her list of activities.

Just for Eugene, she added a couple manucure, knowing how much he loved these things.

-2-

There were a lot of cool things to do on the road - and a lot of less cool things too, like being in charge of the laundry day. Rapunzel had to admit, though there were plenty of tasks she actually enjoyed doing, laundry was… not one of them. It got her hair wet, and it took a long time to dry, and when she arrived in the castle, she had absolutely no trouble giving up on that.

On the road, though, there weren't many options. Thankfully, Eugene offered his help, so now they were both sitting near the river early in the morning, scrubbing clothes together in peaceful silence.

"Sunshine?"

"Mmh?"

"Do you know what today is?" he asked, meeting her eyes quickly before focusing back on the pants in his hands.

"Monday?"

"No I mean- the day today is, it's special."

Rapunzel frowned, trying to remember what Eugene was talking about. She knew it wasn't anyone's birthday, because if there was one thing she learned religiously, it was birthdays. It wasn't any day significant for their relationship either, she knew those by heart too. If Eugene thought she knew it, it had to be from Corona, so…

"Oh! You're right, it's Corona's annual pie eating contest!"

"Ah… no I think that's next week actually."

"Hmm." She put her hand on her chin, trying to think. "Is it 'share with your neighbour' day?"

"Uh… I think that was last week?" he answered hesitantly.

"... are you talking about the day of the snakes? Pascal's really not a fan of this one."

"We have a-- Corona really does have too many celebrations, doesn't it?" he groaned, but he seemed amused anyway, so she laughed.

They did have a day for everything, it felt. She didn't take part in all of them, but she loved learning about these traditions, and she loved even more seeing people enjoy themselves and having fun. Her favourite celebrations were the ones that were beloved by all of Corona, like the Gopher Grab, or-

"The Day of Hearts!" she exclaimed triumphantly, beaming when Eugene nodded. "Today is the Day of Hearts! Aww, I can't believe we're missing it, I'm sure people are having so much fun today!"

"I'm sure they are," Eugene agreed easily, looking back down at the clothing he was still washing. "And, uh, I-"

"I hope my parents are having a good day," Rapunzel said, a little quieter. She knew how much they loved that day, and thinking about it made her miss them more than usual.

Eugene cleared his voice, bringing back her attention to him. "Blondie, I was thinking… Maybe we could organise our own Day of Hearts? Here? Of course it won't be the same but-"

"Eugene, you are a GENIUS!" she jumped to her feet, too full of excitement all of the sudden. "This is the best idea ever, this is gonna be so fun!"

"I have my moments," he grinned, looking proud of himself. "So, what do you wanna do for our Day of Hearts?"

"Apple bobbing," Rapunzel announced without an ounce of hesitation.

"Of c- wait, what? Apple bobbing?"

She nodded eagerly. "I didn’t get to do it last year, what with Andrew turning out to be… Well, you know. I really wanted to, though, and I swore to myself that I would do it next year, which is today!"

"But you played that game in Corona already."

"Not on the Day of Hearts! It wasn't the full experience. Ah, and I'm sure Lance and Hookfoot will find it fun too, plus you know how Max is with apples," she said with amusement.

"Ah." Eugene seemed a lot quieter. "You want everyone to participate."

"Of course!" she sat down again to finish the laundry, a new energy in her actions. The quicker they did that, the quicker they could start. "That's really an amazing idea Eugene, I can't wait!"

He smiled, but it looked a little weird to her. It wasn't the proud and happy smile he had only minutes earlier. "I'm glad you like it, Sunshine."

"I love it, really," she insisted.

Eugene's smile seemed a little more genuine after that. And he actually had fun too during the apple bobbing - Rapunzel wasn't sure what he had been disappointed about at first, but she hoped it was resolved.

-3-

Oh, Rapunzel thought one year later, I am an idiot.

She… She had never really considered the idea that Eugene might want to spend the Day of Hearts with her only. She knew it was a day for romance, and couples, but- but she had always seen it as a day for other couples, for some reason.

Even these last days, when Eugene had asked again and again about signing Herz Der Sonne's diary together, she had been more focused on her parents' relationship than anything else. She didn't mind the idea at all, she even wanted to do it, but she didn't feel like it was that important in the grand scheme of things.

Then, King Trevor destroyed the diary. And she had decided to make a new book, thinking that it would be enough, but even now as she was painting the cover, she understood it would never be the same. All these names, these signatures written by people who wanted their love committed to memory, sometimes hundreds of years before today… All of that was gone. And though she liked to think that their love was eternal, and wouldn't be affected by it, she couldn’t help but mourn these lost memories. Corona was what it was now because of these people, and the love they had shared. They didn't deserve to be forgotten.

That line of thought led her to Eugene's insistence that they sign the diary, and suddenly she understood it more - understood the desire for their love to be part of a shared history, a shared tradition. They didn’t need it, but the gesture held a certain significance she hadn’t realised before. With this fact in mind, his behaviour from the previous years made much more sense all of the sudden. The propositions he hadn’t been able to voice, his frustration that he was quick to hide when she mentioned spending the day with other people… Eugene obviously cared about this celebration, and about the meaning it held for their love, and he had wanted… He had wanted to spend time with her, and she hadn’t even noticed. Surveilling her work on the new Book of Hearts, Rapunzel felt a pinch of guilt, but squashed it quickly. She knew Eugene would not blame her for not reading his mind, and instead of wallowing, she could make sure that this time, their love would be her entire focus for the remaining time.

Starting with the Book.

Smiling, she turned the still blank pages, imagining all the new names that would soon fill it. As much as she wished the ancient diary hadn’t been destroyed, she knew that love in Corona still had a bright future, and that these pages would soon be entirely covered by the signatures of couples old and young.

But there was one page she wanted to keep. One page that was for Eugene and her only. There was no hesitation in her mind when she chose the page in the exact middle of the book, because their love was the center of her own universe. Eugene was neither her beginning or her end; he was her entire life, the one holding her pages together. She hoped it was how he saw her too.

Going by the beaming smile he gave her when she gave him a quill, and made them sign the new Book of Hearts together, she’d say she got it right. He held her tightly against himself when they embraced, glowing with a joy she wished she had given him earlier.

She got distracted, after that, by her parents starting to recover their memories. They stayed together all evening, all four of them, just chatting together like they used to do when she first came to the castle - Rapunzel loved it.

When night fell, and her parents retired for the evening, Rapunzel and Eugene went to hang out in her bedroom. His bedroom was full of eggs anyway and, she reasoned, and it was easier for him to sleep in her room than to find an empty one.

This was a logical decision, see, not simply her wanting to cuddle with him all night.

"Hey Eugene? Can I tell you something?" she asked, once she had gotten in her more comfortable nightgown, and he had foregone his jacket and his boots.

"Of course," he smiled, shifting so she could sit next to him. "What's up Blondie?"

"I… I wanted to say I'm sorry. I'm sorry I didn't understand how much the Day of Hearts meant to you before, and I'm sorry you felt like you couldn't tell me."

"What? Hey, there's absolutely nothing to be sorry about," he immediately answered, hand going to her cheek.

"Let me explain?" she asked gently, and after a short hesitation, he nodded. "I don't think I did something awful, but I think I didn't pay attention to your feelings on this subject, and I'm sorry for that. The Day of Hearts is…" she paused, trying to find her words. "I think it's an adorable celebration, and I love how much people love it, you know? But I never really- I never related it to our relationship. I care so much more about… the day we met! Or our birthdays, or the day you first gave me flowers, or the day you let me paint on you, or- i think you get it," she chuckled, grabbing a strand of her hair to play with. "I didn’t think you wanted to celebrate the Day of Hearts with me, and only me, and I should have… asked you, instead of assuming."

She grew silent, and Eugene took it at his cue to resume stroking her cheek, eyes soft and somewhat amused.

"Again, I don't feel like you have to say sorry. I never asked you either, and you can't read minds, even mine. I… To be honest, I felt a little bad for caring so much about a day like this one," he chuckled, looking embarrassed. "I didn’t want to admit I'm a sap, I guess."

"That's part of why I love you," Rapunzel grinned. Eugene looked cute when he blushed.

"But also, you're right," Eugene added, an intense honesty to his words. "These moments we shared, they're all so much more important to me than this day will ever be. It's okay, if you prefer to spend the day uh… apple bobbing."

Rapunzel snorted at that, surprised. It wasn't long before they were both laughing, remembering the mess that their "homemade" Day of Hearts had been. Hey, at least it had been a fun day. Maximus had fallen into the river because he had been so excited to grab an apple.

"You know what?" she exclaimed. "Last time, I was the one to choose the activity, so now it's your turn! What do you want to do Eugene?"

"It's nearly midnight," he laughed.

"And? There's still a lot of things we can do at midnight! Oh, we could finally go swimming under the stars-"

"The water will be freezing!"

"You have a point." She put her hands on his knees, bringing her face close to his. "Come on Eugene, there has to be something you want to do!"

"I…" He took a second to think, seriously think, before he said hesitantly: "I wanna dance with you?"

"Oh!" Warmth spread in her chest, and she couldn't contain her excitement at this. "Eugene, I'd love to dance with you!"

She grabbed his hands and made them both stand up next to the bed quickly, linking her fingers with his as they stood close enough for her to hear his soft breathing.

"There's no music, though," he whispered.

As if summoned, Pascal popped his head out of his bed, and played with the little guitar he had on him all day. Just like that, they were laughing, and taking stumbling steps together as they swirled around the room. They were both barefoot, only illuminated by some candles and the moonlight, but they didn't need anything else.

Rapunzel went on her tiptoes to kiss Eugene, and he eagerly returned it, holding onto her waist as they slowly swayed together.

#tangled #Rapunzel #Eugene Fitzherbert #tangled the series #New Dream Appreciation Week

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Is anyone still around in this fandom? If so, I thought I’d post the first chapter of an old fic that I re-wrote last year! Let me know if anyone’s still around, and if you’d be interested in reading more! Hope everyone reading this has a great day! :)

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Three Days Before The Disappearance

.Sam.Giddings. added josh_wash, ashleeeeey, xXGamerChrisXx, TheOriginalMatt, HanButterfly, BethWash, Mike_Munroe, EmilyD_, and _Jess.Riley_ to the chat.

.Sam.Giddings. named the chat Info For Tomorrow.

.Sam.Giddings.: Hey guys! Just to keep everyone updated on our travel plans for tomorrow! I know it's going to be a long day for everyone so it's vital we stick to the plan and stay in our groups where possible!

ashleeeeey: Okie-doodle!!

TheOriginalMatt: How are you so organised, Sam? You're a lifesaver!

HanButterfly: Hi!!

BethWash: trust sam to be more prepared than those of us organising the trip lol

xXGamerChrisXx: Since when was 'okie-doodle' a thing?

EmilyD_: Thanks Sam x

xXGamerChrisXx: And thanks so much, sam!

.Sam.Giddings.: So quick reminder of everyone's groups:

_Jess.Riley_: I'm stoked!!

ashleeeeey: That's rich coming from someone whose username is xXGamerChrisXx! :P

.Sam.Giddings.: Ash, Chris, Matt, and myself will start the journey first tomorrow morning.

xXGamerChrisXx: You wound me!

Mike_Munroe: Thanks for the plan, Sam!

TheOriginalMatt: Excited to see everyone tomorrow! This is going to be a killer weekend for sure!!

.Sam.Giddings.: Em, Mike, and Jess, you guys are next.

ashleeeeey: You're so dramatic!! XD

Mike_Munroe: Team Two here we go!!

xXGamerChrisXx: Made you smile, though! ;-)

josh_wash: what about us

.Sam.Giddings.: I'm just getting to that!

ashleeeeey: True :)

xXGamerChrisXx: You guys are already there and are therefore irrelevant! :P

.Sam.Giddings.: Han, Beth, and Josh, you guys are there already!

josh_wash: thanks cochise i feel so appreciated

BethWash: lol thanks chris

Mike_Munroe: So, what are we all up to?

BethWash: i found cake

xXGamerChrisXx: Browsing reddit like a nerd XD

ashleeeeey: Listening to Sam's rundown of tomorrow unlike sOmE pEoPlE *coughcoughChris*

EmilyD_: Honestly just packing my final things with Jess. Mike's mostly watching the TV.

xXGamerChrisXx: :-(

.Sam.Giddings.: So, tonight we should all make sure our bags are packed and that we have our passports and tickets ready!! Set your alarms for the right times (depending on your group) and make sure to sleep early too (especially if you're in my group since tomorrow will be an early start for us)!

ashleeeeey: :)

TheOriginalMatt: 5am gang where we AT?

HanButterfly: Beth where are you rn? Because I want some of that cake!!

.Sam.Giddings.: So Team One (myself, Chris, Ash, and Matt), we need to be up by 5:00am and be ready by 5:30am for the taxi to the airport!! Matt and Chris, yours is going to be at Chris' place at 5:24 for some reason so make sure to be ready!!

BethWash: the lodge kitchen bcos where else would there be cake han lol

.Sam.Giddings.: We'll meet up at the airport when we arrive! Once we re-group, we'll check in, probably eat some breakfast whilst we wait, and then catch the 8:30 plane!!

TheOriginalMatt: Sweet!

ashleeeeey: Can't wait! :)

josh_wash: yo matt you surviving the puns

.Sam.Giddings.: Team Two - you guys don't have to be up until around 9:00am since your taxi is at 9:20 and then your plane is at 11:30!

HanButterfly: Josh would you like me to save you some cake before we eat it all? :)

EmilyD_: We'll need a little longer than 20 minutes to all get ready but sure x

TheOriginalMatt: Just about! Myself and Chris have mostly been playing on his PS4 so I've been distracting myself with that! XD

josh_wash: yes please!

josh_wash: i feel for ya bro, a whole evening with chris' puns can prove fatal

josh_wash: you die of cringe

Mike_Munroe: Poor ol' Chris XD

.Sam.Giddings.: Once we arrive and get our bags, we need to catch the 2:30pm train and then the 4:20 bus! After that we have to take the 5:40 bus (I sent you guys screenshots of the route yesterday) and get off at Blackwood Pines ready for our hike up the mountain (with a little help from the cable car, of course)!

xXGamerChrisXx: I'm being BULLIED guys :(

ashleeeeey: Aw, poor Chris! :P

josh_wash: jk XD

TheOriginalMatt: I like how Sam's still here typing all we need to know whilst we're talking about cake and puns XD

.Sam.Giddings.: Team Two, you guys need to catch either the 5:30pm or the 6:00pm train depending on when your stuff arrives. After that you'll need to get the 7:50 bus and then the 8:40 bus to Blackwood Pines (you have to specify you want it to stop there or the driver won't stop) before you head up. Remember to lock the cable car station once you get in, Mike!

josh_wash: oh gosh tHE CAKE

Mike_Munroe: Gotcha' Sam!

HanButterfly: No worries, Josh! I managed to save most of it from Beth!

BethWash: rip my chance at a third slice of cake

_Jess.Riley_: Really, thanks Sam! We're all packed and ready to go! Xx

HanButterfly: It's really going to be such an awesome weekend! I can't wait :D

ashleeeeey: Thank you so much for inviting me! I've never been on something like this before!! :D

TheOriginalMatt: Yeah, thank you so much guys! I can't wait either, Han!!

.Sam.Giddings.: Have we got rooms sorted out for the lodge, guys?

BethWash: ash take the plans away from sam so she can have time to relax lol

EmilyD_: I'm with Mike in the room away from everyone like agreed right x

ashleeeeey: I'm trying but she won't let me! XD

HanButterfly: I mean if needs be we can sort out rooms once we're here! If not maybe we just sort out the first night rooms since it'll be fairly late when everyone arrives and then we can adjust them as needed as the trip goes on!

BethWash: lol poor sam will be up all night organising at this rate

.Sam.Giddings.: Sounds good, Han!

Mike_Munroe: Great idea, Hannah!

BethWash: em, yours and mike's room (upstairs guest) may not be ready first night so is it possible for you to share a room with jess til we get a chance to sort it out tomorrow?

EmilyD_: That's fine, hon. Thank you again for the trip and for letting us use the upstairs guest room x

josh_wash: how about for the first night emily and jess share beth's room and then beth sam and han go in hannah's room

josh_wash: mike can go to the small room downstairs if he's alright w/ that and matt can room w/ me

xXGamerChrisXx: Yo dude you forgot ash

ashleeeeey: It's alright, Chris! I can find somewhere!

EmilyD_: Ash you're honestly lovely but I'd kinda' like to be with either Jess or Mike if that's alright xx

ashleeeeey: No problem, Emily! I wouldn't want to intrude! :)

EmilyD_: Knew you'd understand xx

josh_wash: why dont you and ash share a room cochise

xXGamerChrisXx: I thought I was rooming with you and matt?

josh_wash: bro please just think for a minute here

ashleeeeey: I'm not sure.

xXGamerChrisXx: Beth, han, and sam, is there any room with you guys?

ashleeeeey: I'm really sorry to be a bother!!

.Sam.Giddings.: Of course you can room with us, Ash! We'd love to have you with us! :)

BethWash: im with sam

HanButterfly: Of course!!

xXGamerChrisXx: Thank you to the only valid washington kids right now!

josh_wash: -_-

xXGamerChrisXx: I see what you're doing, josh. ha ha, we've had our laugh, now please stop before this weekend.

Mike_Munroe: Rough subject, huh?

josh_wash: bro chill you know i was just joking

ashleeeeey: I'm really sorry!! Please don't get upset with each other!

xXGamerChrisXx: No ash it's alright! i promise i'm not actually mad! :-)

josh_wash: he acts mad over text to get his point across but he literally just sits there with a blank expression irl XD

TheOriginalMatt: Is Sam still there, Ash? Haven't heard from her in a while!

TheOriginalMatt: Gotta check up on my plane buddy for tomorrow!!

_Jess.Riley_: Did you guys get window seats or middle isle seats? I got a middle isle and the others got a window!

BethWash: she hasn't drowned in her notes has she lol

TheOriginalMatt: We got two sets of window seats! Though I don't know which of us is actually going to be at the window and which one will be window isle!

ashleeeeey: She's just brushing her teeth! Her mom came in and brought us a load of vegan snacks for the trip tomorrow and now I'm even more excited!!

ashleeeeey: Speaking of which, I'm probably going to head to sleep in a minute! Though I'm not sure how much I'll actually get since I'm so excited!!! :)

xXGamerChrisXx: Sleep well, ash. see you in the morning :-)

ashleeeeey: Night, Chris :)

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_Jess.Riley_: Well that was cute!

xXGamerChrisXx: People say goodnight to eachother! that's a normal human interaction!

_Jess.Riley_: You know full well it's cute when it's you two

.Sam.Giddings.: Ash told me she logged out so I came to say goodnight!

josh_wash: w/ jess on this one bro

HanButterfly: Goodnight, Sam!

BethWash: night sam!

josh_wash: dont let the bedbugs bite!

TheOriginalMatt: See you bright and early tomorrow!!

.Sam.Giddings.: See you at the airport/lodge, guys!

xXGamerChrisXx: Night!

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BethWash: its cute because you like eachother chris

xXGamerChrisXx has left the chat.

HanButterfly: Aww, don't tease the poor guy!

TheOriginalMatt: Chris says goodnight, as do I! Can't wait to see you all tomorrow!

BethWash: night guys!

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josh_wash: night!

Mike_Munroe: Make sure to save me a slice of that cake, Han! I gtg!

Mike_Munroe has left the chat.

HanButterfly: Goodnight Mike :)

EmilyD_: We'd best be off too. See you all in the morning.

_Jess.Riley_: Night x

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BethWash: night

HanButterfly: Goodnight x

josh_wash: night xxxxxxyzqvp

_Jess.Riley_: Ha ha, very funny. Get that one from Chris?

josh_wash: lol night

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BethWash: PLEASE can i have some more cake, han?

josh_wash: you guys can literally just talk if you wanted

HanButterfly: Nope! Gotta' save some for Mike~

BethWash: you wont shut up about that for the rest of the evening now, will you?

BethWash: lol

HanButterfly: :P

josh_wash: you guys gossip in the kitchen

josh_wash: imma head to bed

BethWash: night bro

HanButterfly: Sleep well!

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BethWash: please?

HanButterfly: No :P

BethWash: ugh night sis

HanButterfly: Night, Beth! XD

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#until dawn #chrashley #until dawn chris #until dawn ashley #until dawn sam #until dawn josh #until dawn matt #until dawn emily #until dawn mike #until dawn jessica #pre-game #I’ve forgotten how to tag #Let me know if anyone is still in this fandom!

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