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lucy90712 · 3 years

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Sapnap- face cam

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Warnings- none (I think) I've been up for almost 30 hours mainly because I was doing college homework all of last night and because my boyfriend Sapnap was streaming and being very loud which kept me up in the first place which was why I did my homework anyway. I love Sapnap to death but sometime he can be a little annoying but I put up with it.

Sapnap only got into bed at 4am and he's still asleep now at 11pm meanwhile since then I've finished a big essay, cleaned the apartment, done another essay and then made breakfast for myself which I'm eating now. I wish I could be this productive when I've had sleep but somehow it never works like that.

Eventually Sapnap came downstairs sauntering because he was still sleepy, some of us wish. He walked right over giving me a hug from behind as I washed some dishes and gave me a kiss on my cheek.

"Morning babe you alright?" He asked

"Yeah I'm good a little tired but I'll live" I replied

"Just to let you know I'll be streaming later" he said

He always tells me when he's streaming because his fans don't know about us and he doesn't want to accidentally reveal anything to protect me which is cute but it gets hard when he streams for hours on end and I need help with something. Sapnap is good about to it though if I really need help I either text him or message him on discord and he'll help but he sometimes doesn't read his messages.

I gave him some of what I made for breakfast and he sat down to eat it while I talked at him about college work that he pretends to care about. He's very supportive of all my college work and he'll let me get on with things if I have to but he will also talk about things with me if I want to. Thats one of the best things about Sapnap is his ability to adapt to how I'm feeling at any given moment and I like to think I'm at least ok at doing the same for him.

After breakfast Sapnap cleaned the rest of the dishes and let me take a shower which was nice and relaxing and woke me up a little bit as the cold water at the start hit my back, usually I would not be under the water as it warmed up but today I felt like I needed a shock to my system to get it going for another day. I had more homework and a lecture to do today so there was no chance for a nap until the evening when it's kind of pointless anyway.

After my shower I got dressed into some sweatpants and a t-shirt because it was comfy for sitting down all day in. Sapnap had got my laptop ready for me and had got me a glass for water which was sweet of him. My lecture was in about 2 minutes so I logged onto the class ready for it to start, when it did I put my headphones on so that Sapnap didn't have to listen to my teacher going on about whatever we were doing today, he always says he doesn't care but even I don't want to listen to it sometimes so there is no way he does.

As I tapped away making notes Sapnap put his hand on my knee rubbing his thumb in circles comfortingly. He does this all the time whether its sat on the sofa like right now or while we're driving somewhere but its safe to say that I love it, it lets me know he's there in a weird way it's like he's acknowledging my presence. At one point he got up and went to the kitchen and when he came back he had my favourite snack which he put between us so that we could share. What a lovely boyfriend he's being today, I'm starting to wonder what he thinks he's done that's he's trying to make up for.

My lecture finally finished after what seemed like and age so I went to get straight on with my last essay that needed submitting by the end of the month but Sapnap shut my laptop before I could get the document open, he grabbed my hand and pulled me up from the sofa and towards the door.

"Come on were going out for a walk" he said

"Why, I have an essay to work on" I whined

"You'll never leave the house if I don't drag you out so come on" he said handing me my shoes

I put them on and grabbed a jacket because according to the weather it was meant to be a little bit chilly out today, Sapnap grabbed the house keys and pushed me out the door onto the street. We don't often go out on walks because neither of us like leaving the house that much if we were to go out it would most likely be in the car to just go for a drive.

The two of us walked down the street holding hands and swinging them back and forth as we took steps forwards. Sapnap clearly had a good idea of where he wanted to go because he was making turns all over the place. Eventually we ended up at the target not that far from our place and we went in looking at everything like you do in target and we topped up on some snacks for a movie night soon.

We left with our snacks and Sapnap dragged me to the nearest park so we could sit outside and get a bit more fresh air. The nearest park is actually the one that we went to on one of our first dates so we have good memories there, on one of the benches by the duck pond is where we had our first kiss and many more after that.

I always love going back to that park with Sapnap because each time we reminisce on the past and talk about the future which seems to change each time we come here. We walked to the exact bench that we had our first kiss on and sat down looking at the scenery. It had changed quite a bit since the first time we were here, there used to be a little play park for kids in the distance but now thats gone and is replaced with a small flower garden instead.

The first time we came here and we talked about the future all we wanted was to still be together after we left for college which of course happened, then the next time we wanted to move in together which we did and now. I'm not really sure what the future holds for us but I'm sure it will be interesting.

"Wow its been so long since we came here we have changed so much and achieved everything that we wanted to" he said

"I know its so weird to think that our last goal was to move in together and now we have been living together for 5 months where do you think we will end up in the future?" I asked

"On man I have no idea but I would love to still be living together and maybe in a bigger place and maybe even be engaged" he said

This shocked me I never expected him to say that but I guess that is the next logical step for us to take in our relationship.

"I like the sound of that" I said

We went back home and Sapnap went to stream while I worked on my essay he didn't tell me how long he was going to stream for but it will probably be about 3 hours. So I sat down and got on with writing the last 15 pages of my essay which would probably take me the entire time he was streaming maybe longer.

My essay took me almost exactly 4 hours to do but when I tried to submit it it wouldn't upload which happens from time to time. I looked at the upload speed of the WiFi since Sapnap taught me how to do it and it was fine but I assumed that it was being used for something else. This problem has happened before when Sapnap is uploading a video so I assumed that was the issue.

It got up and walked to Sapnap’s streaming room waiting outside for a moment to double check that he wasn't still streaming, I waited a couple minutes and heard nothing so I knocked and went in.

As soon as I went in I saw that Sapnap was still streaming and his face cam was on which meant that I was now on his stream in front of however many people. I've never made such a stupid mistake especially one that outs my entire relationship, I just stood in shock not being able to move and get out of the shot. Sapnap had the exact same reaction his face was filled with shock and fear at the same time.

Nothing prepares you for the moment that you expose yourself live in front of probably 100,000 people or more who will record anything that happens. Nothing prepares you for the chaos that will ensue when you do the before mentioned thing and definitely nothing prepares you for the guilt you feel doing so.

"Um hi y/n" He said trying to make things less awkward

"Hey" I replied shyly

He motioned for me to come over because there was no point trying to hide this anymore since no one will believe anything we say now. I stood next to Sapnap luckily being short enough that I still fit in frame but he had obviously given up caring at this point because he pulled me down into his lap to sit while we talked to his chat. Again he did the thing where he rubs his thumb in a circle on my leg and this time it really was for comfort.

"Well chat this is y/n and shes my... girlfriend" he said

"Hi everyone" I said shyly

"Now chat I'm going to need you to be nice to her or I'll be angry because she is very precious to me" he said

His chat were going insane telling others to clip this and people getting way to excited about all of this and some were asking questions. The whole chat was going so incredibly fast that it was hard to read all the messages.

We answered some of the basic questions like how long we have been together and other things, people also asked if George and Dream knew which of course they did and they have made jokes about Sapnap having a girlfriend but no one ever took it too seriously. At one point dream joined the call and started mocking us for being stupid and exposing ourselves and he told some stories that he knew we wouldn't mind him saying which the chat enjoyed.

I started yawning more and more as I stayed on the stream because I wasn't keeping my mind busy my tiredness was taking over. I leant back into Sapnap to rest my head on his shoulder, he out his hand on my head running it through my hair which is very relaxing.

"Are you tired?" He asked

"No I'm fine I can stay awake" I said

"I don't want to hear it I know you've been awake for over 24 hours so you are going to sleep" he almost demanded

He put his arms around my waist and pulled me into a comfortable position where I closed my eyes and fell asleep almost right away forgetting that Sapnap was still streaming but it doesn't matter.

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simpingfortheages · 3 years

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//JUST 4 WEEKS//

Hiii umm sorry for taking long. I have exams😭 she again is long as fuucckkkk. I hope you enjoy. (still leave requests please)

Prompts requests: 8, 24, 25.

Ms Venable × Fem! Reader.

SMUT PACKED! (Fluff,begging,edging, oversimtimlation, jealousy, dom! Venable, sub! Fem Reader)

Reader is a kind spirit always helping and finding new ways to make friends. A light that attracted every one,even Ms Venable. However she doesn't take it lightly when someone else is trying to take what's hers.

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The dynamic you and Ms Venable had was a peculiar one. In her lovely abode she was an expressive one,the kisses and hugs she would bestow on every exposure of your skin were sacred. The secrets that she would share with you in bed after the passion lovemaking was something you especially loved. She was always vunerable and soft in your presence alone. However, that Ms Venable never found her way into work,even in the workplace when it is both you and her alone.

No way did she show or return any affection to you. It was deemed " unfit and inappropriate" in her words. She was a complete 360, the soft twinkle in her eyes were always replaced with stone hard glares and there was a slight frown took the place of the delicate smile that adorned her plump lips. But you being the caring and loving person you are, you respected her rules and decisions. 1. No kissing 2. No sexual teasing of any kind 3. No joking or laughing... etc etc... basically you both acted like strangers. She didn't care what you did at work with the other employee,she made that quite clear. As long as it doesn't involve her or her reputation. She treated you just like she did any other employee at kineros robotics and that included being scolded and embarrassed infront your other co workers. You however benefited from that, because she would always end up making up for it at home. So yes it was a peculiar dynamic but it was a dynamic you shared with her.

Today was the same old, you kissed your Mina goodbye at home before you went to work in your separate vehicles. Of course she wouldn't mind you riding along side with her. It was just that others would become suspicious and Ms Venable had a stern, don't fuck with her reputation to uphold. You carried out your daily work routine, you clocked in and made your way to the kitchen to make yourself your second cup of coffee. After doing so you took your seat on the chair located near the window which gave you a clear view of the carpark, you liked to see when your Mina came to work in her Purple Honda. Yes she customized it, the links and connections this woman has is mind blowing. "HEYYY Y/N" you jumped at the sudden outburst, it was Jeff and Muff. The twiddle dee and twiddle dumbass who ran the whole Robot operation . Mentally you rolled your eyes at their way of greeting . You then swiftly angled your body to face them. "Yes boys? What do you need" this earned a sly smile to creep up upon both of their faces simultaneously. You couldn't help but scowl at their expressions " what do you need?" You repeated with annoyance and a hint of nervousness. " there is a new girl. She is a sweet little thing"Jeff started off ,all the while grabbing your mug of coffee to sip from it. You made no attempt to stop him because you were too caught up in trying to understanding what his point was. "Okay??? And you are telling me this because???" You yanked the cup of coffee back from Jeff and moved to pour your contaminated drink down the sink . So much for your second cup. "I want you to show her around,you know help her in the emails and files all the dumb shit you do." "Just this time you both will be doing the dumb shit" Mutt finished what Jeff was saying. Damn so basically a trainee. You already knew that you had no choice,these knuckle heads after all were your bosses. " sure yea why not" you mumbled as you washed up your cup and placed back on the rack. Jeff clapped his hands in delight at your response. " Great! so she is already in your office- well it is both of your office now. We kind of needed to split your office but hey I mean you have a roommate now " you closed you eyes and tried to control your temper. They were really starting to grate on your nerves at this point. You didn't even bother to say your departure,you just left the staff kitchen and made you way to your office.

The newbie Chloe wasn't all that bad. She was this preppy,talkative and very affectionate in her interactions. She was this medium height,brown haired girl who always has on perfume that smelt like strawberries . A few weeks passed and you both became quite close, you spent a lot of time helping and getting to know one another, heck you even went "nose blind" to her over bearing starwberry perfume she wore, guess the shared office wasn't so bad. " Fuck!" Chloe exclaimed, your eyes opened wide at her remark,"whoa Chloe what's with the language" you stood up from your chair and walked over to her desk to see what the issue was. "I cannot seem to get the file to open and send to the Main system. I have been like this for 3 fucking days"she cried out, Chloe was almost on the verge of tears. You being the kind person you are, you lowered yourself to her level and wiped her teary eyes. The gesture was one of friendly,it has no romantic intention behind it. " don't cry Chloe,please it's annoying" you got a laugh mixed with a tiny sniffle with that line. "Let me see what I can do" you gently pushed her chair to the side causing her to roll a few feet away. Atleast Chloe was happily giggling, you shot a smile in her direction. You then hovered over her laptop to try and figure out the problem. After a few minutes you managed to not only open the file but you send the attachment files along with it to the main site of log in. All this time Chloe was hovering over you,trying to see what you were doing all the while chewing on her nails out of nervousness.

With a few clicks and dragging the tasks that were done you did it, "annndddd done. See Chloe no need to be such a cry baby" you stated with humor. Chloe shrieked out of happiness and enveloped you in a death grip of a hug. You didn't even have time to react since she basically squeezed all of the air out of you. "Hug me back y/n, for someone who knows how to upload a file you sure are missing a few cells" you rolled your eyes and released an exaggerated exhale. You reciprocated her warm embrace, it did feel nice and comfortable. "BANG BANG BANG" the sound was heard 3 times one after the other. That was a sound you were quite familiar with...but where did you recognise it??. The hug was broken up rather quickly. A loud clearing of someone's throath from the door made you turn your head. FUCK ...the sound was Ms Venable's cane. After seeing who it was,you increased the distance even more between you and Chloe. "Don't you know that this isn't the place for such disgusting acts? Hmm Ms Chloe a simpleton such as yourself still hasn't manage to send me the email as yet. But here you are wasting time, then again what should I expect from someone who is a waste of space themselves. Get the fuck put of my sight." her words were icey and cold. At this point Chloe was furiously trying to wipe away her tears,but they fell faster than she could dry them. She meekly excused herself from the office and slithered pass Ms Venable to probably cry even more in the bathroom. You didn't dare run after Chloe or even move. Your eyes were fixacted on the white tiles of the building floor. Ms Venable said nothing, she just walked away. If it wasn't the sound of her cane clicks becoming softer and distance you wouldn't have known that she left. You knew better though, that her walking away was a sign to for you to follow her. And follow her you did.

You kept a steady pace behind her trying to keep up with her haste movements. The tension was intense, the way she gripped the head of her cane to the slight flare of her nostrils didn't go unnoticed either. You knew that she was upset??... annoyed?? What were you Ms Venable? You pondered. Your train of thought was put to a halt when you heard the thumping of her cane stop. She was currently standing infront her closed wooden office door. No one dared to disturb her when the lock on the door was turned. She was basically worshipped at this Robotic place, she was feared and she knew that. She thrived of the idea, everytime someone were to cower in her presence you'd always noticed the way her eyes darkened, the slight upward tilt of her chin and the more square her shoulders got. And right now that's exactly how she stared at you. She was the predator and you were the prey.

She eyes locked sharply onto yours, but you didn't look away. No, instead you met her gaze with the same confidence. With her left foot tapping her black strapped heels against the floor, followed by the clicking of her neatly manicured nails on the head on her cane. She exhaled exasperatedly and raised both her eyebrows in my direction. She was waiting and she was impatient , she wanted an apology. But you weren't going to give her one, you did nothing wrong. The deep growl that left her lips went striaght to your lower stomach. She angrily and roughly turned the knob of her office door to give access into the oddly cold room. Ms Venable broke eye contact with you and brushed past to enter the room. You almost chuckled out loud at how adorable she was behaving. You mentally shrugged it off and made you way into the room behind her

It all happened so fast, her slender hands were wrapped around your neck as your back was shoved against the door,causing it to be closed and locked with a loud bang. Her face was now mere inches away from yours, the smell of her perfume and heavy minty breathe invades yours sense. It was a euphoric feeling, the way she towered over you and held the firm grip on your neck. " Why are you always with that daft moron?" She seethed though her clenched teeth. "Who? Chloe?" You questioned with feigned confusion. The hold on your neck only got tigher as you said her name. " don't say her disgusting name in my office" she spat, your face broke out in a big toothed smile. The brown colour in her eyes seemed to darken at your reaction,almost as though you were mocking her. “Why are you so jealous?” your smile seemed to get bigger. Ms Venable was taken aback by your statement. She simply scoffed and rolled her eyes. You were determined to make her admit to her jealousy just for the fun of it. "Awww Mina, it's okayyy to be a little jealous. It looks sexy on you" you flashed a wink in her direction. Ms Venable released you from her grip and placed both her hands atop the head of her cane. Her back was now straighten with purpose and superiority, if you weren't romantically involved with her one would say that she was completely unbothered. However,the faltering in her ability to maintain eye contact and the hard clenching of her jaw said otherwise.

"So you are saying that if I were to go after Chloe and comfort her right now ? You wouldn't care because it is IN the workplace right?" You used he own rule against her as you proceeded to push. Ms Venable swallowed hard at your comment. "No. I wouldn't care what you do" the grip on her cane was a lot stronger now,even to the point her knuckles were turning white. "Okay then mina" you spun around and reached for the for handle. Of course you weren't going to comfort Chloe, you just wanted to see how far your Mina will go. Since Wilhelmina was never one to be in touch with her emotions, she wouldn't express it verbally.

You jokingly turned the handle and opened the door. She still didn't stop you,but there was a hint of hurt and sadness that made its way to her face and body language. The way she shoulders hunched over with the subtle upturn of her eyebrows pulled are your heartstrings. She looked so vulnerable. "Aww mina don't do that face, of course I'm not going after her" you closed the door and hurriedly made your way towards her, throwing you arms around her body. The act took her by surprise, but she didn't mind, she mentally smiled that you choose her over Chloe. Ms Venable reciprocated your embrace,one hand rested firmly of her cane whilst the other was securely wrapped around your waist. However it was in a firm grip, as though if she were to left go you'd run away to Chloe. The hug was a warm and loved one, Ms Venable felt comfortable in your hold, the boiling feeling in her blood subsided and replaced with one of calm. She leaned down and nuzzled into the crook of your neck to inhale your perfume or rather the mild scent of the soap that would sometimes linger on your skin. Ms Venable softly inhaled against your neck , the scent of strawberries filled her senses. Her eyes snapped open at the smell, the grip around your waist tightened even more. Ms Venable roughly exhaled through her nose as thought she was trying to expel the ratched smelt that invaded her nasal cavity.You didn't pull away from the hug until a low guteral growl ripped it's way from her throath. The sound went straight to your lower stomach. Ms Venable hated the fact that you reeked of Chloe's nauseating perfume. It was a indication as though you belonged to Chloe and not to her. Ms Venable didn't like that one bit.

" you smell disgusting Y/N the fowl stench on your clothes is polluting my office. Strip" you let out a nervous chuckle at her request. However, Ms Venable kept a straight fact...she was serious. It dawned on you that her words were in fact a demand and not a request. You accepted that you weren't going to win whatever argument that she had planned in her head so you began to slowly strip away your clothes. As you did so she shameless roamed her eyes over your body. You weren't shy, it wasn't the first time she has done so. In fact you liked it,you basked in the idea of her loving your body. That wasn't a lie, she always made sure to express how much she worshiped your body by leaving kisses and marks. It was very intimate of her. You were now half naked standing infront of the lady in purple. Only in your underwear .

Ms Venable took one good look of your body and lowly hmmed in approval. You preened at her reaction, your heart basically swole at her acknowledgment. Ms Venable broke her admiration on your figure and made her way to another door. A door that you never knew existed, it was a wooden door with a varnished finishing although it was pretty, it didn't quite go with the aesthetic of the room. You were never really allowed in her office since she basically ignored your existence. You walked behind her, following in her steps. "Pick up your clothes y/n ,you aren't an animal" a loud huff escaped your lips almost as though you were insulted. You assembled the articles of your garment and folded it neatly. Ms Venable was already in the other room waiting for you. You swallowed thickly trying to suppress the nervousness that arised in your throath. As you entered the room you were in awe. Ms Venable basically had a whole bedroom. A queen size bed with silk sheets,a whole closet too that was walk in. The walls were white and accompanied in the cold atmosphere was a mild yet soothing lavender scent.

*SLAM* Ms Venable shut the door. You junked and spun around to meet her list gaze. The coldness in the room made goosebumps arrise on your skin, the sharp look she gave you had you feeling like a prey being stalked. Ms Venable was the predator and you have just been corner. She was hungry...very hungry. One of her hands gently pulled away from the surface of the door as she strutted towards you in a slow much dangerous manner. Out of reflex you backed away from her. Every one step she took you took two. As you stepped back you ran out of space, the back if your legs made contact with something hard. A small sqeak of surprise made its way pass your slightly parted lips. When you turned around you saw that it was the lower part of the bed frame. At the point Ms Venable was towering over your small frame. The closeness of her proximity got you feeling flustered, "who do you belong too?" She sneered. Feeling already small and intimated "you" she tilted her chin upwards but still didn't break eye contact with you. With a neatly manicured hand, she rested it on you chest and shoved you roughly on the silk bed. The impact was rough yet gently. Ms Venable didn't move from the foot of the bed, instead she just stared at you. " you're so fucking hot when you're mad" you said as you broke the thick atmosphere. She raised an eyebrow at your bold response. She didn't waste any time walking over to the side table and receiving something. You tried to sit up to see what it was, only for Ms Venable to snap at you to remain lying down. You had no choice but to obey, you kept your eyes glued to the ceiling waiting in suspense of what Ms Venable had up her sleeve. The empty space on the bed beside you sank as it was your mina who occupied it, you turned your face only to be met with her wicked grin. Based on that expression alone you knew that you were going to pay.

"Are you going to apologise?" She focused her gaze onto me even harder. Your reply was a confident shake of the head. It seemed as thought that was the reply Ms Venable wanted. " What's the safe word?" She asked gently, her voice was soft and inviting. "Fire" you replied , you were excited for the unknown. You never know what way she was going to punish you, but each time it correlated to what she thought you did wrong. It was quite clever and not really unexpected from a woman such as herself. Ms Venable made a casual gesture for you to turn over onto your side. That's weird you thought, you thought she was going to punish you. You didn't mind cuddling with your girlfriend, instead you smiled put of glee and turned to your side, awaiting for your mina to spoon you. You snuggled in closer to your girlfriend. The soothing breathing of your Mina in your right ear was ticklish, almost as if it were sending electrical shocks to your core, she noticed the way you got fidgety but didn't say anything, instead she bite down on the shell of your ear and released low growls. At this point your eyes were screwed tightly and you were trying to control your breathing. Unknowingly you arched your back against your girlfriend. The small act of her pressed on your body and the attention you were getting was too overwhelming. You needed her and she knew it. An uncontrolled whisper left you parted lips," shhh baby i know, I'm only now starting, just close your eyes." Your heart rate was bearing so loud and fast at the moment. You listened to her and closed your eyes, you trusted your Mina. As you did so you felt her knee wedge it's away between your thighs, although it wasn't high enough for you to grind your needy core against. Your eyes snapped open in furstation. " Y/N I said to close your eyes. If you don't listen I will leave you alone" she demanded with a rough tone. You barely even made time to turn your head backwards to face her. You listened to her threat and took it seriously, you closed your eyes tighter this time and awaited for her actions. "Hmmm good girl" she mummered against your ear. You glowed under her comment.

Suddenly you felt her arm drape across your stomach, your breath hitched as she took the time to drag circles along your skin. Her hand progressively got lower and lower to where you needed it most. Your body was a map and Ms Venable had it memorized. She knew all the ways to make you whimper and beg for her. As she reached the place you needed her most, a low sound almost a hum filled the thick lust atmosphere. You desperately fought against wanting to break her rule and see what it was. The suspense of whatever she was holding quickly left you mind when a feeling of pleasure and attention was bestowed upon your covered clit. The agonising slow motion of her circling your throbbing clit, Ms Venable pressed small delicate kisses on the side of your face while slowly torturing you. " mina.. more plea-se" you whimpered, even without having to open your eyes, you knew you smirked at that request. Ms Venable cocked a button on the vibrator and increased the speed. Although ypur eyes we closed, at this point your eyes rolled back to the back of your head. The 2nd speed was a lot more stimulating, her patterns of circles on your clit was now faster. There was currently a wet patch created by Ms Venable on your underwear. As she continued her task of pleasuring you, a feeling of tightness made its way to your lowered stomach. " oh fuck mina- mina can I cum?" You didn't get a reply instead she turned the speed up a little more, your body twisted in both pain and pleasure, at this point the slick you produced was running down on her once cleaned sheets. Ms Venable loved whenever you did that, it remains her how much of a filthy slut you are, but more importantly you were hers and not Chloe's. She was famed to let you forget. She knew your body better than you as you were about to go over the edge Ms Venable pulled the vibrator away.

"MINA what the - " you stopped mid sentence to swallow and catch your breathe" what the fuck i didn't cum" you finished your complaint in annoyance and sexual frustration. You tried to close your legs to rub your thighs together for any relief but Ms Venable raised her thigh higher and pressed it against your senstive clit as a warning against doing that. A whimper and a whine emitted from you. "Oh fuck please mina more..." her thigh was still raised high and in contact with your clit . Out of reflex you started to grind on her, however she didn't stop this action. You were trying to chase your high that she she rudely denied a few seconds ago. After a minute of two of trying to cum the feeling of tightness made its way to your lower stomach once again. Your movements were sloppier, faster and more desperate this time. Ms Venable pressed her leg further up and rough weigh cause your hand of attach itself to her knee that was currently wedge between your thighs. You didn't know if to push her leg sweety or pull it closer to your needy pussy. " ah- oh fuck yes" you cried out, your high was approaching. A few more grinding and you would be over the edge. Ms Venable leaned closer into your ear, the warm breathe of her words tickled you" did you think it'd be so easy?" with those cursed words she pulled her thigh lower and away from your clit. You didn't bother to hide your frustration, you were almost on the verge of tears. "Mina please please let me cum for you, I will only cum for you" you begged but your pleas feel onto deaf ears. She hummed in feign acknowledgement as she reached from your now ruined underwear. You realised what her intentions are, so you helped her to removed your underwear but kicking it down your legs. Ms Venable was faster though , she removed and placed back her leg between your thighs before they could have even closed.

The cursed yet blessed sound of the vibrator filled your ears. You were eager yet you dreaded the fact that she was going to deny you for a 3rd time. She lowered the vibrator to your entrance to gather more slick, after doing so she began to trace figures eights and circles on your clit. Your body jumped and tried to move away from the vibrator but with Ms Venable firmly pressed against your back, that was not possible, " shh baby it's okay, shh I'm right here. " she cooed into your ear. Your bottom lip wobbled from the intense pleasure and pain overtaking your body at the moment. Your 3rd orgasm was building but you were determined to cum. "Oh fuck Mina please I am sorry you win i will- I will -oh fuck yes more !-i will. Never talk to her again. Just Please plea-se let me cum" you no longer tried to fight her down, you apologised hoping that she would let you cum. "Aww baby did you think by saying sorry I'd let you cum? you were oh so very wrong." She punctuated the sentence with her biting down on the shell of my air. Inciting further pain, but the thrill of being denied was even greater. She held the vibrator against your clit pushing it down and rubbing it as a fast paste, your climax was 1 figure eight away by she pulled it away. Almost as if she knew your body better than yours which in this case she did. Your hips were pushed up trying to regain contact with the vibrator. " No behave." she demanded as she took her hand and whacked the inner part of your thigh.

Your body was sensitive to every touch and caress. Ms Venable removed her legs from between your thighs,which caused your legs to close with a wet soft smack. The slick that you produced was now running down both your legs and was now smeared on the bed. Ms Venable loved the sight,she loved breaking you and mending you back together with love and affection. All for her to do it all over again. Your eyes fluttered open to take in the current state of the situation. Ms Venable was making her way to the end of the bed,carefully crawling her way up to you. She must have taken her pain medication because she was able to move a bit freely without wincing. She motioned for you to turn over flat on your back,as your legs trembled so did the smile on her face. "Now Y/N I am going to teach you a lesson about behaving" she took her hands and gently rested them on your knees, tracing random patterns as you tried to catch your breathe from her edging you a few seconds ago. " What's the safe word baby?" She titled her chin upwards and stared at you from under the eyes. "fire mina" you whimpered and released a breathy exhaled. She pried open your legs,the abrupt action and the sudden coldness between your legs excited you even more. Your slit was met with her velvet tongue, she slowly licked a strip of your womanhood, gathering all the slick that you produced. The moans that made it's way from her lips vibrated through you. Out of reflex you clamped your legs closed but the digging of her nails on your inner thigh forbade you from doing so. With no WHERE to ground your self you entangled your fingers into her red lush hair,messing it in the process. Ms Venable didn't care she was determined to punish you. You felt your orgasms approaching,in the process of you euphoria you decided not to ask to cum. You didn't care if she edged you again. You just needed to cum. Therefore you stayed silent on the bed while your lover ate you out. You bite your lower lip to prevent anymore high pitch moans from leaving. You were getting closer to your high,the way she slipped her tongue into your fold and took your clit into her mouth took you over the edge. You were already climaxing, a loud moan echoed into the room followed by the high arching of your back off of the bed. Ms Venable knew you were going to cum,the only reason you did was because she allowed it. After you came down from your climax, your heavy breathing was the only sound heard. You were sleepy and so you fluttered your eyes closed. In hope that Mina will do the after care routine,but Ms Venable didn't move.

She took four of her fingers and whacked your already sensitive pussy, as you let out a loud yelp your eyes were open in shock. " ah ah ah my little slut. Did i say we were done?" She pried open your legs once more. "No mina...but-" " But nothing y/n. You said that your body belongs to me Yes?" She scooted closer. "Yes Ms Venable. " she smiled at your reply. "Good because I-" she planted kiss on your clit "am-" a next kiss on your stomach "not-" she sucked on each of you erect nipples and after planted a kiss on each one. " done." She finished her sentence by kissing you full front on your lips. Your eyes automatically closed to savour the moment. As her tongue danced with yours the moans that each of you made were captured by each of your lips. It was a loving and caring kiss. After a few minutes of an intense make out she pulled away. You whimpered at the loss of her lips on your,Ms Venable silence your sounds of plea with a press of her index finger against your lips. " Now tell me y/n how long has you and Chloe been working together?" Confusion crept it's way on to your face." Uh...4 weeks why?" Your eyebrows were now furrowed. " no reason baby" she leaned down and ghosted a soft kiss upon your lips. Ms Venable dragged her finger down the length of your body and found it's way back to your pussy. Your body jerked at her actions. " this so where the fun begins" as she said that, she shoved her index finger into your tight core. Immediately your body accepted her and hugged her back. She chuckled lowly at your response. It wasn't a laugh of making fun of , no it was a laugh of her already knowing the outcome. " week 1-you couldn't even tolerate her, yet you still showed her around the office" she began to list. But you were so eager for her to start finger fucking you with her fingers that you didn't even pay much attention to her. " week 2- you both started to eat lunch together in the break room" what that being said,she added a second finger. Your walls hugged her even tighter causing Ms Venable to moan at your body's response. " week 3- you exchanged phone numbers and started talking outside of work. IN. OUR. HOME" as she said those last three words she shoved her 3rd finger into your stuffed cunt. Thrusting deeply as she did so. " ahh ah fuck Mina please-" you moaned in both pain and pleasure. You begged her but she ignored you." And week 4 - I walk into you office to find you in the arms of another woman" at this point her fourth finger and poking at your entrance. "oh mina please.. please I can't- thats too full" tears started to stream down your face. With only three fingers filling you Ms Venable still was determined to finish her punishment. " awww my baby slut, don't cry" she leaned over and licked away your tears that were streaming down your face," you're my good girl right?" She asked with worry. Of course you were her good girl,why did she need to ask?? you thought." Yes mina I am your good girl" you said worryingly. " so you will be good for me?" You nodded eagerly in reply with your bottom lip tucked away under your teeth. " Good." Ms Venable looked away from your hopeful face and turned to the sight of her fingers in your pussy. Your girlfriend gathered her saliva in her mouth and elegantly spat on her already occupied fingers. Her skilled fingers naked to coat the fourth finger, she looked at you , to which you gave her a small nod. She prodded at your entrance with her fourth finger and easily slipped it in. You were overwhelmed and filled with your girlfriend's fingers. Ever so slowly she began to move her fingers inside of You. " oh fuck Mina f-f" this caused Venable to stop her movements. " Fire?" She questioned worriedly. You groaned out of annoyance, "no mina,faster please. It feels good" with no time to waste Ms Venable quickly began to thrust her fingers in and out of your tight core. The feeling of a knot began to build in your stomach. The idea of being finger fucked by the most uptight person in the whole building made your heart blossom.

The way your walls pushed her fingers out and pulled her in of you at the same time almost sent you over the edge. Ms Venable knew you were going to finish any time soon. She curled her fingers and rubbed against your g-spot. " it's okay baby you can cum,cum for me my little one" your entire body convulsed as you released all over her hand. The feeling of pure ecstasy overcame your body. Ms Venable gently removed her fingers from your pussy, as she did so, more of your cum spilt over onto the bed. With maintained eye contact she took two of her fingers into her mouth a sucked it clean. You gave her a weak smile,you were tired and she knew it. Before you could have dozed off she brought the other two fingers for you to clean off. As you had your girlfriend's fingers in your mouth She spoke," after this i am sure everyone in the building knows we are a thing now" a small giggle left your throath. Ms Venable made motion to get off of the bed,but you grabbed her wrist telling her to stop." Stay a little bit please " you mewled at her. She rolled her eyes and smirked," only for a little bit then we have to get you cleaned up" she stated. You opened your arms for her to cuddle up beside you, and nodded your head in agreement. "Y/n promise me your won't talk to Chloe anymore" Ms Venable kissed the top of your head awaiting for you response. "Yes mina I promise,anything for you." With your head resting against her you heard the low "hmm" that rumbled in her chest. " Good. Because you're mine. I don't like to share" and with that statement the grip on your waist got firmer as you dozed off to sleep in the arms of your lover.

#ahs apocalypse #sarah paulson fanfic #sarah paulson characters #wilhemina venable x reader #Ms Venable #jealousy #lesbian #gayyyy #Ms Venable x reader #HR Bitch #punishment #AHS

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brokenkingdom-forgottenempire · 3 years

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Bye, Drew..

Some..angst, I guess? A forced fic by a friend who advised me write a happy, fluffy fic for this ship but also told me to make sad fic for the same ship. The friend is either high, crazy or indecisive ... or all three.

Summary: Roman and Drew are boyfriends who share house together, but one day Drew gets a new job in a new town. Drew moves out, and soon Roman is forgotten.

More to Roman’s p.o.v.

(16/12/20)

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He was waiting for this day to arrive. They had planned it days earlier. Roman was going to see Drew later after work. They wanted to go watch a movie together. They rarely had times to see one another ever since Drew got a new job outside of town and had to move out of their house.

Drew would text him everyday, reminding him to eat and to rest. Roman would do the same thing. They did not have to wait for the other person to text first, they would just randomly send out a text. Ever since Drew moved out, Roman did not offer to rent out a room to any of his friends. He wanted the house all to himself. It was the house Roman and Drew used to share anyway.

First couple of weeks had been rough for Roman. He would come home to an empty house, prepared dinner for himself and watched TV while waiting for Drew’s replies. They rarely met outside, Drew lived an hour away from him. Roman was often busy with his own work too. They were both busy with their own schedules but they would make sure their partners were well.

Roman did not notice it at first, how Drew’s replies became shorter, how Drew would take longer time to reply to his text. The Samoan told himself that Drew just got the job, he had to perform well for the company so Drew could be extra busy. Roman, however, never stopped sending him texts. He was not bothered by Drew’s late replies at first. Soon, Drew would hardly send him a text. Roman would wait for days but still nothing from Drew. Is he okay? Is he sick? Roman was always the mother hen in their relationship so he would easily get worried about Drew.

Roman would ask Drew if he could call him? Just to hear his boyfriend’s voice for few minutes, but Drew would give him excuses after excuses to avoid any calls. When Drew did agree to have a video call with Roman that night, Drew looked distracted, tired and cold. It was Roman who had been asking questions and Drew would simply reply with a short ‘yea’, ‘no’, ‘okay’, with not further explanation. Roman thought Drew must be tired so he decided to end the call early. Before Roman could greet his boyfriend good night, the video ended. Roman sighed. Maybe Drew was not in a good mood.

Days turned to weeks. Weeks turned to months. Roman did not know what had happened but he realized how cold Drew was towards him. Drew no longer send him anything. Drew would not want to answer his calls. Drew would not even reply to his texts anymore. Roman cried again that night when Drew rejected his call. Again. What did Roman do wrong? Why was Drew acting this way?

It was closer to Christmas and Roman just wanted to see his boyfriend again. Just once. For few seconds. Roman relentlessly tried to ask Drew out for a dinner and a movie, but Drew rejected the dinner and but fortunately agreed with the movie part. Roman was happy with just that.

That noon Roman had finished all his work early. He had prepared the needed paperwork for his boss too. He did not want to be bothered during his movie date. He asked his boss for permission to get off work an hour early to get ready. He was excited to see Drew again. Before he left the house, Roman sent texts to his boyfriend, reminding Drew about their date.

Roman drove for an hour to reach to the nearest cinema in Drew’s new area. He waited for Drew’s replies but he received nothing. Roman waited. It was windy outside. Freezing cold too. An hour turned to two. Drew was still nowhere to be seen. Roman did not want to call Drew, worried if the other man was driving but he decided to give it a try.

The line rang once, twice, thee times, several times before Drew answered. “Hello?” Drew’s voice brought a smile on Roman’s cold face.

“Hey, babe. Just wanted to know where you are,” Roman heard another voice, an unfamiliar one. Who was that? “Are you coming, Drew?” The Samoan’s voice was filled with hopes.

He later heard Drew sighed at the other side of the line, “Listen, Ro, sorry I didn’t get to tell you earlier, but the office is having a dinner right now and I can’t leave. Maybe next time? Besides, I’ve watched the movie yesterday with my colleague. Sorry, babe,” God, that hurt him. Roman could feel his heart shattered. Drew was ditching him? Was that it? He could not believe this. What did he do wrong? He thought Drew still cared about him- ..was he wrong about that too? Roman swallowed a lump in his throat. He could feel tears at the edge of falling.

“You still there, Ro?” Drew asked when he realized how quiet Roman was. Roman bit his trembling lower lip hard enough to calm his voice.

“Yea. Yea, sorry to bother your office dinner, Drew. I didn’t know,”

“How about we meet another time, huh? My treat next time?” Roman’s head felt light. He did not know what to say. He was not sure if Drew still wanted him around anymore. His mind was a mess at this point. He loved Drew so much. He loved the Scotsman. Drew was his everything before. Drew would always care for him. Drew would at least tell him he would not be coming tonight. Drew would not leave him like this. In the middle of a new town, freezing outside of the building for hours.

“It’s alright, babe. You’re......you’ll probably be too busy with your work too. I’m sorry, Drew but I hope you eat well tonight. I have to go now, the movie is starting soon. Bye, Drew,” Roman did not wait for the other man to answer as he ended the call instantly. Tears ran down his face. Roman had to walk to somewhere less crowded as he cried. Of course, some people were looking at him but it was not like they knew who he was. Roman felt nothing but pain in his chest right now. His heart was broken. His trust was gone. The warmth that he hoped to feel tonight was blown away by the cold winter night. Had Drew really fallen out of love? Did he find someone else there? Roman’s lip was bleeding by the time he had calmed down. He did not want to scream in the middle of the street.

The Samoan decided to not watch the movie. He went to a café to get himself a hot cup of coffee and a slice of cake. He drove back once he had bought everything he needed for himself that night. He saw Drew called several times during his drive but Roman continued to focus on the road. Sure, he still had tears leaking out of his eyes as he handled the wheel, but he tried to ignore them. Drew did not want him around anymore, what was the point of staying?

When Roman finally reached home, it was already 10:45pm. He brought everything inside and placed them on the dining table. Roman was exhausted. His eyes hurt. He did not feel like crying anymore. He looked around the small living room area. They used to cuddle up in that sofa. They used to be happy. Drew used to be there for him. Used to. Maybe he did find someone else. Someone new. Someone closer to home. Roman sighed heavily. He could not even bring himself to cry anymore.

Roman switched on to IG as he sat the box of cake on the small coffee table. It had been awhile since he last logged into his IG account, he almost forgot his own password. His thumb scrolling down to see latest uploaded posts, but suddenly his eyes fixated on one particular post. It was Drew’s. A video actually. Drew was laughing and joking around with another man. A friend, maybe, for now. They went to places together, based on Drew’s IG posts. A recent video was of him went ice skating with the same man. Roman closed his eyes. He was tired. His heart was tired. It was still in pain. He could not breathe properly.

Roman logged off his account and went to text his friend instead. Mox was in town, Seth was in town, his cousins were still on vacation so he decided to text Mox.

‘Mind if I sleep at your place tonight?’ Roman clicked send. Lesser than two minutes later, his phone dinged. A reply.

‘’Course not, big dog! Been wanting to drag you out of the house anyway. I’ll call Seth too. Sleepover party, baby!’ Mox’s reply made Roman smile again. He laughed a little before he told Mox he was packing his things up. He did not think he could sleep in his own house tonight. Not with this heartache. Roman packed whatever he needed and drove away to Mox’s place.

Drew sent him some texts that night, asking Roman where he was and if he had made it home safely. He tried to call Roman again the next day but Roman just stared at the little device in his hand as it rang, and later tucked it away. His chest still hurt. It was like someone just set his whole ribcage on fire. Maybe it was the best for both of them. Roman locked the door to his small home. The home he used to share with Drew. He was staying with Mox for now.. Drew did not need to know that.

Bye, Drew.....

#Y's fic #mcreigns #but make it sad #is this sad?#nah this is a weak attempt of angst bc I didnt want to write too long #whatever it's out now #I wrote this in 2 hours so pls expect errors and redundant sentences bc Im sleepy #sad baby Ro this time #I hve no plan to write happy ending #I still love both of them dont shoot

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blake-belladonna-defence-force · 4 years

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I Know This Is A Little Forward But I Think Our Trucks Are Soulmates

I mentioned that I was tempted to write a bumbleby one shot based off of this post https://blake-belladonna-defence-force.tumblr.com/post/189693694202/eelboy-kaliozzz-two-trucks-finding-their and quite a few of you encouraged me to write it.

I guess it’s a normal au with faunus?

Including little shit Blake who knows you shouldn’t stick a knife in a toaster but refuses to yeld to your rules, a long suffering Weiss and a rather smooth Yang with her little sister just watching the antics with her popcorn.

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“Just try it! You never know, somebody might have what you need.”

Blake glared at her best friend and roommate, who shrugged.

“Weiss. You’re my oldest friend and I love you.” Blake snorted as Weiss, who still struggled with affection, turned pink. “But nobody on RemnantLog is going to have a fucking black HD hood for my truck.”

“It’s a long shot but you might get lucky.”

“Lucky my ass.” Blake growled, ears pinning. “Okay. You know what? I’ll try it.”

She quickly opened her laptop and logged into her profile as Weiss moved into the kitchen to start lunch.

“If I meet a serial killer, I’m coming for your ass and haunting it, Schnee!” She yelled. “Not that there’s much of it to haunt.”

“What was that?!”

“Nothing!”

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Blake Belladonna > Vale Truck Heads

Today at 12:30 pm

Hello. Does anyone have a black HD hood to swap for a yellow one? Or possibly a white one? Preferably in as good condition as possible. Thanks in advance.

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Blake hummed to herself quietly as she uploaded the ad, complete with a photo of her black truck with its mismatched yellow hood.

“Blake? Why the fuck is there a knife in my fucking toaster?!” Weiss screeched from the kitchen.

“Our toaster!!” Blake yelled back. “And the stupid toaster wouldn’t release my toast so I used a knife to get it out.”

“One. Do you have no self-preservation, woman?!” Weiss stormed into the living room and glared at her, eye twitching. “Two. How are you not dead?! And 3…” Weiss inhaled slowly, pressing her hands together as she tried to retain some of her dignity. “How have I not killed you myself yet?”

“I’m aware of your little rules.” Blake smirked, enjoying seeing her friend lose her mind a little. “I just don’t care for them. The knife got the toast out, I was careful and you still have your best friend and roommate. Win, win, win.”

Weiss genuinely looked like she was considering murder.

“Both of those titles are becoming more and more debatable by the second.”

Blake snickered behind her hand as Weiss stormed back to the kitchen, muttering obscene language that her family would definitely not approve of.

Blake stood up and stretched, moving to help and placate her roommate lest she poison her during lunch.

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Ruby Rose

@Yang Xiao Long Look, sis! Issa hood for bee!

3 hours ago

Yang Xiao Long

@Blake Belladonna Helloooo! I believe our hoods might be perfect for each other?

1 hour ago

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Blake stared at the picture blankly for a moment. It was a perfect match. She shook her head and sent the woman a dm.

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Blake Belladonna at 6:00 pm > Hello. I believe that you commented on my post regarding a hood swap?

Yang Xiao Long at 6:10 pm > Hey! Yup! I’ve been trying to find a yellow hood for my baby for ages! D:

Blake Belladonna at 6:17 pm > I’ve been looking for the right colour hood for my truck for a while now, as well, so I sympathise. Perhaps you’d like to swap? We could arrange a time.

Yang Xiao Long at 6:25 pm > Hell yeah! Let’s do this! I’m cool with any time so let me know :D

Blake Belladonna at 6:30 pm > Lovely. The sooner the better, in my humble opinion. I have work tomorrow but I’m free in the evening. But I doubt we could get a mechanic to stay open that long.

Yang Xiao Long at 6:37 > Good thing that you’re talking to one then! I can hook the hoods up no problem :) Just give me the time and place and I’ll be there.

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The following evening at 6:30, Blake was pulling into the Dusty Ramen parking lot with Weiss next to her. She had, once again, been pleasantly surprised by Yang when she suggested that they both bring along a friend so that they felt comfortable. Though judging by the girl’s profile picture, she could easily handle herself in a fight.

“There, on the right.” Weiss already sounded bored out of her mind.

As Blake pulled in next to her, a very attractive young blonde woman dressed in flannel, ripped jeans and combat boots hoped off the bed of her yellow truck and gave her a friendly wave. Blake quirked an eyebrow and waved back before getting out and walking over to her.

“Hi, I’m Yang. The owner of your truck’s soulmate.”

Blake froze in shock for a minute before a rather unattractive snort left her and she covered her giggle with her hand.

“Okay. Now that’s an introduction.” Blake said through a smirk. “Can’t say that I’ve heard that one before.”

“Well, I would call you mine but that’s a little forward. Don’t you think?” Yang smiled charmingly at her and oh no…

It was obvious by her profile picture that she was pretty. But no photo could do this woman justice. Athletic, strong, beautiful face with even prettier eyes that exuded a playfulness and kindness…

Oh God help her.

“Blake. You’re my best friend and I love you but I’d rather not watch your bisexual panic.”

“Weiss!” Blake turned to her with a snarl.

“I merely speak the truth.” Weiss said to help with a sniff before turning to Yang. “I have no patience for this. She thinks that you’re hot. Either give her your number or reject her so we can all move on with our lives.”

“I will not hesitate to kill you in your sleep!” Blake hissed, heat creeping up her neck as her ears pressed flat to her head.

“Uh.” Poor Yang sounded more than a little confused. “Thanks?”

“Just…” Blake pinched the bridge of her nose. “Can we pretend that Weiss doesn’t exist? Please?”

“Yaaaaang! I got your pop-“ a younger voice piped up and they all turned to see a younger girl carrying a bag. “Oh! Is that her? You were right! She’s super pretty!”

Blake blinked in surprise when the girl ran over to her and shook her hand.

“It’s awesome to meet you! Yours and Yang’s trucks are kinda like soulmates!”

“My little sister; Ruby Rose, ladies.” Yang muttered with an embarrassed laugh and suddenly, Blake felt a lot better about herself. “Let’s just get this started.”

As Yang removed her flannel, revealing a tank top and some very well defined abs and biceps, Blake found herself staring. As Yang worked on their trucks and swapped their hoods, Blake found herself definitely staring. And getting causing staring by Yang when she turned to ask them for their help. The whole situation was far more mortifying than it should have been.

“Right, you are good to go!” Yang beamed as she carefully shut Blake’s new hood. “Thank you for this.”

“The same to you.” Blake said, far calmer than she felt. Maybe Weiss was right.

“Here.”

Blake let out a yelp as she only just managed to catch the bottles of water that Weiss threw at her and Yang.

“You both looked thirsty.” Weiss smirked as Ruby giggled in the background.

“Oh I am so going to kill her later.” Blake muttered as she lightly smacked her forehead with the bottle.

“I’ll be your alibi if you be mine when I kill my sister.” Yang muttered back, giving Blake a playful wink when she glance up.

Blake his her smile behind her hand and giggled.

“Sure.” She said with an amused eye roll. “Uh. This was… interesting. But I should go. I have work in the morning and-“

“Oh!” Yang coughed. “Of course. I, uh. I’ll let you go.”

The two women made to shake hands but suddenly, Yang tripped, falling into Blake’s arms. The two women froze; Yang’s hands resting on Blake’s collar as Blake’s hand held her up by her biceps. They were close enough that Blake could see that Yang had freckles. Close enough to see that her lilac eyes had flecks of red in them. Close enough that the rest of the world faded away…

Until a giggle and an exasperated sigh made them jump apart.

“Uh, like I said I’ll just… let you go!” Yang grinned nervously, rubbing the back of her neck as she backed towards her car. “See you around, Blake. Rubes, get your smart ass in the car before I kick it.”

“Yeah. See you.” Blake said distantly, getting into her car and sitting there in a daze until Weiss smacked her shoulder and pointed to Yang’s car.

Yang was grinning at her, as Ruby played on her phone, and pointing to her breast pocket.

Blake frowned and looked down at her button down shirt pocket and reached into it, pulling out a piece of paper with a number on it.

She glanced up to see Yang smirk through their respective windows, wink at her with her hand up in the classic “call me” sign and start her engine before pulling out of the car park.

“Blake?” Weiss asked, tone slightly irritated. “You can start the car now.”

“Oh, that smooth son of a-“ Blake cut herself off with a disbelieving laugh. “She purposely fell into my arms to put her number in my pocket!”

“Great!” Weiss said with sarcastic cheer. “Can we bypass your bi panic?”

Blake gave her friend a filthy look and started the car.

“Look, I’m happy for you, Blake.” Weiss muttered. “I just do not need to see my best friend drooling over a pretty face.”

“First off, I did not drool!” Blake snapped. “Secondly, don’t call her a pretty face. She may be beautiful but I get the feeling she’s more than meets the eye.”

“… this is the part where you ramble my ear off. Isn’t it?”

“Consider it compensation for completely mortifying me.”

“You practically got her number because of me!”

Blake rolled her eyes and ignored Weiss.

But as they drove home, a sudden thought came to mind.

“Wait. How soon should I text?” She asked out loud, ears flicking nervously. “How soon is too soon? If I text her when we get home, does that make me seem desperate? Weiss? Weiss, help.”

“… I regret everything already.”

#rwby #blake belladonna #bumbleby #yang xiao long #fanfic

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imaginesmai · 4 years

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Peter Parker - See the light (6)

Next part, here it goes! I’m a bit sad because it’s not getting much notes, even though it’s one of the works I’m most proud of... Anyway, I’ll keep uploading, don’t worry!

Plot: Peter is showing you who he really is inside, but there is someone - or two - who doesn’t like that.

Small sneak peek

First part

Second part

Third part

Fourth part

Fifth part

Peter had had to leave halfway through a story about Tony Stark, his wonderful mentor, where they had built a small figure that helped them in the shop; Jarvis, they called him. He had smiled all through the story, his eyes shining with pride as he moved his arms around trying to explain you why the figure was a he, not a it. Finally, after almost freezing to death, he had realized it was too cold, so he went to look for more wood. It had been a little awkward, since you had become tangled with your hair and limbs, and he had fallen on top of you two times; but after blushing and stuttering, the boy had left.

You kept staring his way until he disappeared, a silly smile on your face. That night, you discovered a new Peter, someone sweet and caring, that had been hurt too many times. You were so busy looking at him that you didn’t notice the presence behind you.

“Thank god!” a new voice suddenly announced behind you, shocking you. “I thought he’d never leave. What was that? A parrot of a boy?”

Turning around, you were met with your mother, who was standing in the darkness. The firelight barely illuminated her face, but you could see the malice in her eyes as she looked towards where Peter had left. In the tree line, she stood tall like a creature you would be warned away from. Pascal, who had been resting peacefully against the log, hid between some bushes.

“Mother” you sighed, not feeling happy about her being there.

“Treasure” she rushed forwards, taking you in her arms. She forced you up and hugged you tight, with a bruising force. You winced when her grip became just too tight, but she didn’t let go. “My lovely, precious treasure. I thought you had been stolen from me!”

“How – how did you find me?”

“Oh, it was easy, really” she said, sarcasm on her voice. “I just listened to the sound of complete and utter betrayal and followed that”

You swallowed and frowned. You had seen her many times angry, so many times that you knew that was fake.

“Mother, I – “

She pulled away as soon as she had hugged you, hard face. You took a second to look at the clothes she was wearing; long cape, winter dress and a bag big enough to carry food for a month; and a dagger. You gaped at seeing that, because there was no way that was only for a few days. Your mother had been following you for a while, yet you didn’t have time to ask her as she gripped your wrist.

“Come on, we’re going home” she ordered. With a strong yank, she was pulling you onto unsteady feet and dragging you toward the treeline.

As the world became darker and got farther from the fire, you started to whine. Part of you wanted to call out for Peter, but the other part wanted to prove your mother that you were mature enough to handle that. Life out of the tower had proven to be funny, and had made you smile more times than you had done in your whole life; you certainly didn’t want to go back.

“I don’t – mother, I’m happy now!” you gripped her wrist with your hands. “I’ve seen so many things, and I’ve learnt… a lot and, uh – I think… mother, I’ve met someone”

“Yes, treasure, I understand” she whispered, cupping your cheek. “You’ve met a thief, a low life, someone who has no manners – how proud I am, Y/N!”

It made you frown the way she talked about Peter. Not once in your life you had thought different from your mother, and you had always understood that what she did was for your own good; but the small remark about the boy didn’t hit you well, and you finally broke the grip your mother had on you.

Cradling the hand to your chest, you glared at her; and she gasped, surprised.

“No, mother. He’s not like that! I think…. I think he likes me” you looked down, blushing.

“What?” she let out a loud laugh, throwing her head back. “What? Do you think he likes you? The freak with the long hair? Don’t be silly, Y/N. He can’t like you, have you seen yourself? Just… listen to me, treasure, mother knows be –“

“No”

“No?”

You looked back to the camp, and saw Peter’s tunic resting on the log. It was still wet from the water, but he had insisted in using it to sit on, instead of the cold wood. Going back to your mother no longer meant only giving up your dream, but leaving behind the best person you had ever met behind. So you shook your head confidently.

Your mother’s locks bounced up and down when she stepped back, as if she had been stabbed. Quickly, she ran forwards and took a grip on your hair, so hard that tears rushed to your hears. Her eyes, burning with rage and hate, made you want to scream for Peter; but it was gone as soon as it had come.

“I see” she nodded, and searched for something in her bag. “He doesn’t want anything more than this. Give it to him, and he’ll be gone”

The crown hit the ground with a metal sound, yet it didn’t break. It broke out from the bag, and its gems shone with the fire behind you. You bent down to pick it, and looked at it. It wasn’t that beautiful once the daylight was gone, but still you felt yourself being drawn towards it.

“You’re wrong” you muttered, your fingers turning white around the object. “I trust him”

“Give him the satchel, and watch how fast he runs” your mother leaned close before talking again. “And if I’m right, don’t come back crying. Remember, Y/N, I know best.”

The last thing you saw of your mother was her stone-cold eyes, boring into your brain with hate, before she turned and put the hood back. To the rest of the world, the leaves moving and a shadow being reflected on one tree were the only proofs that your mother had shattered that night your heart.

You stood there, staring at the spot where she had disappeared until you heard more footsteps under the leaves. You turned around, eyes instantly looking for the pan that was resting against one tree. The vision was cloudy, since you had wet eyes, but you managed to do fine when you heard Peter’s voice.

“Hey, can I ask you something?” he asked. When you noticed you couldn’t see him yet, you quickly hid the object in your bag. “Would there be, uh, any possibly for my hand to be super strong? Like full of webs, or something?”

“Webs?” you chuckled weakly. Peter appeared with his hands full of logs, muscles flexing under his white shirt. He had beams of sweat running down his forehead, but he looked adorable.

“Yeah!” he smiled. “Traveling through the forest would be much more easier if I could just swing around. That would awesome! Can you – Y/N?”

You plastered a fake smile on your face, your eyes squinting too hard to stop the tears from falling, and the weight of your bag too heavy. You shifted from one foot to another, trying to not seem sad.

“Y-yeah. I’m, um, I’m sorry. Just... thinking“ you tucked your hair behind your ear, clapping your hand on your front.

Peter was silent for a minute, probably not fully believing you. There was no way he could have heard the conversation with your mother, you really hoped so, yet he seemed suspicious. His brown eyes ran over your body carefully, not in the way some of those men in the cavern had done. He looked to every corner, to the tips of your hands and the toes of your feet, looking for injuries, you guessed. After a while he seemed satisfied, so he let the logs fall and kept talking about he benefits of having spider-powers.

Without him noticing, you looked back to the tree. Behind it, stood hidden your bag, with the crown Peter so badly wanted. You didn’t want to think about it, so you sat back and smiled at the boy.

Even if you weren’t wearing it, as the hours passed, the bag became heavier.

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Peter woke up to the feeling of water being dripped onto his nose; and for a moment, he was transported back to his old house, where the leaks on the ceiling were a common occurrence. He had one on top of his bed, and sometimes, during the night, it reopened itself; so Peter woke up to a wet bed. He scrunched his nose and rubbed it, turning into his side and mumbling to let him sleep.

Maybe he could still scratch some minutes from May, or from Ben, whoever was trying to wake him up. When the water didn’t stop, he opened one eye and yawned, interrupting the whine he was going to emit. But there was no angry aunt or uncle, neither a persistent leak on the ceiling. He was laying the grass, with his bag as a pillow, and a very angry horse in front of him.

Not fully registering what was going one, Peter blinked slowly.

“Oh, hey. I hope you’re here to apologize” he said, before another yawn interrupted him.

The horse huffed and snapped it’s perfect teeth. Peter just closed his eyes back, wondering how much damage a horse could really do; but then, the animal craned its neck and bit down on his ankle.

Peter shouted in surprise, and the horse started to pull him back towards the water. He had no idea what it’s intention was with him once he got him into the lake, but he didn’t allow too much thought on the matter.

Instead, Peter clawed at the ground frantically, rooting his fingers into the soil and engaging in a game of tug of war between him and the horse. The animal had his boot clamped firmly between its teeth; and Peter just screamed louder, higher and more.

“No, no, no!” Peter panicked as the horse kept tugging. “Let go! God, let go!”

Suddenly, another pair of hands were on him, and you were tugging to the other side. You wrapped your hands around his wrist and tugged forward; so hard, that Peter found himself not touching the ground, just being stretched on the air.

“Give – give him back” you grumbled, clearly loosing. You were being dragged with your unmoving feet towards the lake.

Peter was launched forwards when the horse tugged harder, and only got the boot between his teeth. The boy fell on top of you, with the bad luck that one of his hands, in an effort of not crushing you completely, fell on your chest. His fingers curled around what he thought was land; and when he finally realised it wasn’t by your wide eyes and red cheeks, he quickly retracted his hand. Ending into him chin-butting you on the cheek.

After the mess of limbs got solved, with an embarrassingly amount of time, the horse was back on his balance and ready to strike back. You got between the horse and Peter, even when the animal got closer.

“Hey – hey – hey! Calm down, come one… calm down!”

The horse kept the game for a little longer, until it fixed its eyes on you, and on the chameleon on the top of your head that moved his little paws slow. It seemed confused for a second, until it calmed down. The boot was on its mouth.

“That’s it” you smiled slowly. “Now, why don’t you sit?”

First, it lowered its butt to the ground, yet didn’t touch it. With a stern look from you and from Pascal, the horse sat down with an annoyed huff.

“Good, now let go of the boot” the horse didn’t do so, so you repeated yourself. “Let the boot down”

Physically, Peter knew the horse couldn’t roll its eyes; but he watched from the corner of the tree, where he was shamefully hiding, how the horse rolled its eyes and let the boot down. You smiled brightly, not noticing Peter babbling incoherent things in the background, and quickly pet the horse.

You scratched behind its ear, and the horse purred.

“That’s it, you’re a very good horse!” you giggled, and the horse moved its tail. “You’re tired from chasing this bad boy around everywhere, aren’t you?”

“E-excuse me!” Peter tried to protest from behind you, still not believing his eyes.

“Poor thing, no one values you, right?”

“Come on, are you serious? He’s the bad horse!” Peter snapped. A glare from the horse stopped him from talking more.

With your praises and petting, soon the horse was rubbing its head against your shoulder, emitting happy noises as you scratched his back. You discovered its name was Maximus, and from Peter’s short explanation, that it was the captain of the guard’s horse. Peter was still dumbfounded by the fact that Maximus was understanding what you were saying; then again, he was traveling with a girl with magic hair and a chameleon as a pet.

And a wonderful, soft voice that had made him walk closer until he was right besides you, worries gone.

“Look, today is like… the most important day of my life? And I really need you not to arrest him” you grabbed Peter by the arm, and pulled him closer. “Only 24 hours? Then, you can keep chasing each other again!”

Peter blinked, swallowing down a laugh. He was making deals with a horse, who hated him because of its owner. It was tense for a while, until you muttered that it was your birthday and the horse fucking raised its leg. Not knowing really well what to do, he gripped It and shook it lightly.

He didn’t have to do much more or to think about what you had done because you tackled him into a hug. Your feet lifted from the ground and he had to catch you in order not to bump on the horse. Peter was hit instantly with your sweet smell, and he relaxed, smiling. The boy pressed you close to him, trying to remember the last time someone hug him; even if they did, the hug was different, and he was enjoying every second.

When you teared away, your faces were inches apart. He shifted his eyes between your lips, parted, and your eyes, bright. Some bells were sounding in the background, but neither of you moved your arms. Slowly, your faces inched closer, and just when Peter was going to close his eyes and probably do what he had been wanting to since he woke up in that tight closet, he was met with a very sharp tongue on his hear.

“Damnit!” Peter shirked back, body curling around his ear as a sneaky chameleon fell to the ground, proud smirk on his face.

Peter rubbed his ear, glaring at Pascal. He looked up to talk to you, maybe to say you that he was sorry or that he wanted to try that again but with a different ending. However, your attention wasn’t with him anymore, rather on the city that came to life behind the hill.

You had made it to the kingdom.

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marvel-random-shiz · 5 years

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“Arguing” “Bickering”

“Oi Parker!”

“What do you want now?” Peter sighed while keeping his concentration on his web shooters on the lab bench in front of him.

“Parker! Where you at?” Moments later the voice came skipping into the lab along with a mop of blonde curls and laughing blue eyes. Peter ignored his entrance and muttered dryly,

“Yes Harley?”

“So I had this idea-“ Harley paused and jumped up onto the bench to sit beside Peter’s hands, “-that we could hack into the Iron Man armour and change all the names of the protocols.”

Peter lifted his head from staring intently at the webshooters in his hands and gave Harley a blank stare, “why?”

Harley rolled his eyes and pulled out his whiny voice, “oh c’mon! It’ll be fun, what if we could make them all embarrassing and we could totally get it done in a few hours.”

“Wait like the reconnaissance mode to sneaky boi and...” Peter’s face lit up and he trailed off while ideas flooded his mind. Harley beamed and leaned forwards to give him a peck on the forehead,

“Exactly like that, there’s my smart boyfriend.”

Peter ignored his comment and spun his chair around and rolled across to the bench across from him. Harley followed and pulled out a chair while Peter logged in to his laptop and began to start the process.

“He’s going to flip out.” Peter grinned after a few minutes of typing and Harley nodded while furiously typing away at his own computer and uploading it to a USB to transfer to Peter’s computer.

The two teens spent the next half hour working in silence, the odd comment every now and then, until FRIDAY announced that the Avengers needed to be assembled. Peter looked to the ceiling as she spoke, “Boss has requested your presence down on forty seventh, including suits.”

“What’s going on?” Harley asked as Peter jumped out of his chair and pulled his hoodie over his head and dropped it onto the dirty lab floor.

“There is a disturbance of some sort which Mister Strange has informed the Avengers of. I know nothing more.” FRIDAY told them sadly and Harley sighed and nodded while activating the nanotech armour for his Iron Lad suit in his watch. Peter let out a small chuckle knowing Tony would have specifically programmed FRIDAY to announce Stephen Strange as ‘Mister Strange’ rather than ‘Doctor Strange’.

“Well I guess we’d check it out then?” Peter commented when he had the entire Iron Spider suit covering his body and had scanned for malfunctions, Harley gave a quick nod and the two jumped out the building to head towards the danger.

As they neared Peter could hear the yells of civilians and his gut twisted at the thought of someone dangerous enough for Tony to ask for more help. Peter and Harley did tag along on missions and patrols often but it was a rare occurrence when Tony would ask for help when they weren’t there already. Something was wrong.

“Hey you alright?” Harley asked through the comms while glancing at Spider-Man flip over a building. He increased the thrusters and sped through the air towards the crime scene,

“I’m fine. Just a weird feeling about this y’know?”

“Like a spider feeling or...?” Harley asked, feeling nauseous that Peter’s senses were already warning him when they hadn’t even arrived yet.

“Not really sure yet.” Peter let out a sigh and prayed it was just nerves and not anything major.

“Okay well be safe alright?” Harley glanced back at the web slinging hero through his vibranium mask and swallowed the worry consuming his insides.

“I always am, make sure you’re safe too.”

Harley gave a small nod before rising higher into the air and diving towards the scene towards the visible Avengers and connecting to their frequency, “Join me to the hero chat FRI.”

FRIDAY did as he asked and soon the grunts of Avengers and bickering of Captain America and Iron Man filled the teens ears. He laughed and quickly blasted a falling piece of debris into millions of pieces of rubble when it nearly squashed the leaders of the team who were in yet another squabble.

“Hey guys, you might want to watch out, heard there’s a high chance of a meteor shower.” Harley snickered at his own joke and Peter rolled his eyes from where he was on the roof beside Hawkeye.

“Very funny Harles.”

“Alright what’s the go here?” Harley asked, changing to seriousness as he glanced at a hovering man who was around level with half the height of Stark Tower. He had a red glow around him and was flailing his arms around, summoning rocks and debris and throwing them at the Avengers and civilians.

“This guy stole the reality stone.” Black Widow groaned while picking herself up from the pile of rocks she had been thrown into.

“The reality stone?! Like the Aether!” Peter gasped and tried to hide the excitement in his voice. The reality stone had always been his favourite, he didn’t know why but he just found it interesting and had always wanted to see it in real life. Not on these circumstances but it was still cool.

“We can fangirl about it later, right now we need to get it back.” Clint rolled his eyes and shot an arrow at the villain who turned it into a cloud of golden sparkles with a grin. Peter nodded and jumped off the roof and swung down beside Tony.

“Alright well what’s the plan?” Peter asked and narrowed the lenses of his suit, Iron Man glanced at him and crossed his arms over his chest.

“Well I think that we should use his own tricks against him with Strange’s stone but Capsicle disagrees.” Tony pouted and Peter wanted so badly to slap himself in the face. Sometimes Tony was worse than Harley and Peter in terms of arguments, and that was saying something.

“Well we shouldn’t risk him getting yet another infinity stone!” Steve agreed and threw his arms up in annoyance. Tony opened his mouth to reply but Peter quickly lunged forwards and shoved him out the way of another chunk of rock hurtling at him from the snickering villain.

“Work your shit out! We can’t hold him off forever while you guys keep bickering!” Harley shouted and watched as Hulk jumped at the villain only to be thrown halfway across the city.

“Harles no offence but this isn’t bickering anymore, it’s arguing.” Peter pointed out and gave Iron Lad a smack to the back of his head before shooting a web and jumping into action.

“Don’t disagree with me darl, it’s bickering and you know it.” Harley smirked under his mask and took off the ground to help the blue and red hero out. Peter noticed Strange now on the roof beside Hawkeye and muttering something while Clint nodded and continued shooting useless arrows at the villain.

“It’s arguing, princess.” Peter shot back along with a web at the villain who snapped his fingers and it turned into a large pool of hot fudge. Peter plummeted down to the ground but quickly caught himself and swung up against another building.

“It’s bickering, Bambi.” Harley licked his lips and began furiously blasting the villain as Peter jumped on his other side and attempted to grab the stone wrapped around his neck.

“It’s arguing-“ Peter strained against the hands gripping his neck, “-love.”

The villain threw Peter down towards the ground again at a fast speed then turned to face Iron Lad who narrowed his eyes and lunged at him. Tony, somehow getting over his arguing-bickering with Cap, flew upwards and caught Spider-Man before he hit the ground.

“It’s bickering, dear.” Harley laughed before getting thrown into the wall of the building, he slid down but quickly hovered above the ground before falling to his death.

“It’s arguing-“ Peter coughed as Tony set him back on the ground and he started breathing again, he was definitely going to get a mark on his neck from that, “-sweet cheeks.”

Tony rolled his eyes and flipped his mask back over his face and took off to get back at the villain for throwing both his boys to their near deaths. Peter laughed weakly and stumbled for a minute while Harley pulled himself from the ground and scanned for any malfunctions in his suit.

“It’s bickering, hotness,” Harley took a breath while taking in the scene above him. Hulk had returned and was jumping at the villain while Strange disobeyed Steve’s recommendations and was using the time stone to attack the hovering man.

“It’s-“ Peter began but was cut off by Steve who threw his shield at the villain and crossed his arms over his chest beside Black Widow who looked ready to tear her brains out.

“Shut up! We get it! Now stop fighting!”

“Arguing.” Peter corrected and Harley scoffed quickly correcting Peter’s correction,

“Bickering.”

“You’re off the team if you ever say the word argue or bicker again. Got it?” Tony threatened from the sky, the comms crackled a little but the message was clear.

“Whatever blows your hair back.” Harley shrugged once he had fully caught his breath and took off the ground to help out.

“We need a name for this guy.” Peter stated, trying to change the conversation and mood of the comms. A chorus of ‘whatevers’ and ‘you do you kid’ were echoed throughout Peter’s ears except for Harley who obviously had to put his opinion in.

“I think he should be Dangerous Dan or the Stone Stealer.”

“That’s ridiculous babe, we should call him something cool like Red Death or Rocky Rick.” Peter argued back and Harley scoffed from his place in the sky.

“Rocky Rick?” Natasha echoed and Peter nodded while launching himself back into the fight.

“The Stone Stealer.” Harley said in a dreamy voice and Peter frowned while pressing his middle and ring finger to his palm, shooting a web at the villain who turned it to spaghetti and sent him falling, yet again, to the ground. Iron Lad saw his significant other in the state and quickly flew down to catch him, “You right sugar?”

Peter beamed from his position in Harley’s, Iron Lad’s, arms and nodded, “I’m fine now hon.”

“What is with the nicknames?!” Clint burst out through the comms making the teens laugh and shrug.

“I’ve heard that nicknames are cute.” Peter informed them as Harley lowered them to the ground with Peter still in his arms bridal style.

“Nah pet names are hot as fuck.” Harley corrected making Peter blush under his mask and laugh.

“Right.” Black Widow sarcastically agreed and watched as Strange overpowered the villain and he was sent plummeting through the sky. Harley set Peter on the ground and the two watched as the red glow disappeared from the villain and Tony snatched up the Aether or reality stone and Cap dealt with the man.

The police showed up and the man was sent for a lifetime in jail, obviously, and the Avengers headed on home to the compound. Harley and Peter went straight to the lab to dump their suits, knowing they needed modifications, and the rest of the Avengers disappeared into their rooms for rest or into the lounge to watch TV.

“I still think the Stone Stealer suits him best.” Harley teased as his suit disbanded and scuttled back into his watch, revealing the mess of blonde curls on his head and shit eating grin on his face.

“Nope, Red Death is way better but you’re too stubborn to admit it.” Peter popped the ‘p’ and his suit scattered across his body and back into his own silver watch which he unclipped from his wrist and set down on the lab bench. Harley spun around from the bench behind Peter and opened his mouth to speak but closed it when he saw the swelling and purple finger marks on Peter’s neck.

“Shit does this hurt?” Harley went into overprotective boyfriend mode and rushed to Peter’s aid while examining the bruising. Peter shrugged him off quickly and turned to face him,

“I’m fine baby.” Peter whispered and Harley sighed loudly while raking his hand through his messy hair. He looked back down at Peter who had a small smile on his lips and laughed, “what?” Peter asked with big brown eyes flickering with confusion.

“I told you pet names were hot.” Harley whispered and leaned in to close the gap between their lips. Peter smiled into the kiss, making it a little awkward but Harley was grinning too so neither minded.

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nova-friends · 5 years

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yO ITS STARYU. I've come back from the dead and I'm too lazy to log into Tumblr so I'm going anon for the time being. I've seen you uploaded a new story and I'm actually gonna read it now. And also since it's been like over a year since you've done this,,, short covy fluff story? UWU to refresh them typing hands KDJAKKA

E: STARYU! Sorry this too so long! hope you’re doing good! one small Covy story coming up!

“It’ll just be a minute Novy. I just have to calibrate Markeey.”

Nova gave an absentminded nod, too enthralled in Harry to really pay attention to Connor.

Harry, the ever adorable mechanical owl, waddled back and forth on the kitchen table, cooing softly to himself. He walked left right left right until he reached the edge and then with a trill and flap of his wings, would turn around and repeat the process all over again.

Admittedly, Nova was rather hypnotized by Harry though it was due to the fact that the little bird had said something peculiar to her before he started his cute antics.

“Novy?”

Nova spun around, broken from one trance only to be caught another when she laid eyes on her best friend.

He was dressed in his usual work attire: A faded black shirt with a pair old jeans and thick work boots, a smudge of oil smeared across his cheek.

“You okay?” Connor raised an eyebrow.

“Psst, totally four eyes.”

Connor was unconvinced.

“I’m good” Nova reassured, trying to shake her mind off what Harry had told her “The more important question is are you ready?”

“Well no” Connor gestured to himself “I still got to change but it shouldn’t take that long.”

“Mhm” Nova smirked, pointing to her cheek.

Connor gingerly touched to his cheek “Eww, Novy! You could’ve told me I had oil on my cheek!”

“True” Nova chuckled “but it wouldn’t be as fun. Want me to get that for you?”

“Doesn’t your wand have radiation or something?”

“No” Nova scoffed before biting her lip thoughtfully “Actually maybe. But it’ll still be quick!”

He shook his head in disagreement “Yeah no I’m good. I’ll just use that soap my dad bought.”

And with that Connor had left the room again.

Nova let out a sigh of relief before turning her attention back to the still marching bird.

“So, is Markeey still threatening to burn every potato in the store?” Nova called out.

“Yep!” Connor replied “But now he’ll only do it in his free time. I hope. I still wouldn’t recommend taking him to the store. Just to be safe.”

“Mhm” Nova leaned closer to Harry who peered back at the magical princess “Hey, did you do anything to Harry’s programming?”

“Noooooo, why? Is he acting weird?”

“No!” Nova cleared her throat “No, no. I....I was just wondering. You were telling me that sometimes his programming grows and changes, gaining sentience and all that jazz.

Connor snorted loudly “I didn’t think you paid attention to my boring science talk.”

“I do” she answered while gently petting Harry “Just don’t expect me to remember it all.”

Nova’s cheek flushed as Connor’s laughter reached her ears.

“No, he seems to be the same always. Likes marching on that table but he probably just wants attention.”

“RIght...” Nova whispered.

“Now, I’m ready.”

Nova turned to face Connor, struggling to stop her cheeks from turning red.

“Ready princess?” Connor grinned softly.

Nova simply nodded, bolting past him towards the front door.

“Hmm, guess she’s really impatient today.’

“Shut it four eyes and hurry up!”

Connor shrugged, patting Harry on his head lovingly “Bye Harry. See you later.”

Harry beamed up towards Connor and Nova, tilting his head quizzically as the door closed behind them with a soft thud.

Harry opened his beak and played one of his prerecorded messages in response.

“Bye Dad, bye mom!”

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robertdowneyjjr · 5 years

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Hello! I'm the anon who asked you questions about Tony's bots and Clint/BW? So I finished watching Age of Ultron and I have some questions, it'd be great if you could help me out! 1. Why is it called "Age" of Ultron? He wasn't there for that long. 2. Why did everyone blame Tony for Ultron? Bruce also played a part. 3. Is JARVIS really gone? Can't Tony rebuild(?) him? 4. What did you think of this movie? I don't really like it. It had a lot of dudebro movements, the log ripping scene seemed (1/2)

needlessly aggressive. And the way everyone rolled their eyes at Tony's explanation gave me a bad feeling. It seemed very dismissive and almost... cruel. Anyways, much appreciated if you could answer my questions! Thanks! (2/2)

Hey!! Welcome back! AOU was an interesting one and I feel like a lot of people, myself included, had a love/hate relationship with it.

1) lmaoooo omg I know idk why it was called Age of Ultron when he was only there for maybe a week at most. We can chalk it up to Marvel being Dramatique, or I guess another way to look at it is if Ultron had succeeded and had wiped out the earth’s population, then the world would have entered into an “age” where Ultron dictates how things would go. So maybe that’s it.

2) yeah this is really frustrating to me too because it seems like characters in-universe as well as parts of the fandom tend to forget that Tony wasn’t the only one who had a part in creating Ultron. Bruce helped. Wanda manipulated Tony into bringing the project back after he shelved it for a while. The mind stone screwed with the outcome. But I guess it’s just ~easy~ to pin the blame solely on Tony. It also has a visual element to it, I think. Because Ultron’s first iteration was in an Iron Legion robot, and I guess first impressions stick. Ultron and Stark are automatically associated with each other because of that, so people are like, Ultron = Tony. Which is dumb but a majority of the world seems to lack critical thinking skills.

3) honestly, I don’t know. JARVIS’ whole network/consciousness was essentially uploaded/transferred into Vision. So Vision has all the knowledge that JARVIS gained as an AI, and with the mind stone was turned into a whole other being. In a sense, JARVIS got, uh, absorbed into Vision, I guess. And yeah, sure, technically Tony can build him up again, but JARVIS only got to how he was at that point through years and years of learning and development. To rebuild him wouldn’t be the same, because he’d have to learn everything all over again. He wouldn’t be the same JARVIS. Which is why Tony began to use FRIDAY instead. It was her turn to start learning.

4) idk like I said, there’s a bit of a love/hate relationship when it comes to this movie. I loved the beginning because there was the team bonding we all wanted when the Avengers first came into being, but it was over so fast. I feel like there wasn’t enough on-screen team bonding. And I have a grudge against this movie because it was the beginning of people calling Tony a villain (because of their poor understanding and analytical skills) and I’ll always be protective over him. You’re right in that his teammates seemed really dismissive of his very valid fears, and Steve’s complete lack of trust in Tony irked the shit out of me. I couldn’t believe that he legitimately would believe the word of a girl that was trying to kill him not even three minutes ago over his own teammate’s. That was the beginning of the end of the Avengers, tbh. That was how the team began to fracture.

That said though I think aside from the bits of unnecessary aggression towards Tony, the movie actually does have a good display of team dynamics that we didn’t really get afterwards in Phase 3 of the MCU. And you’ll see later, Tony was right about pretty much everything in this film. So yeah. Love/hate relationship.

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icebirdsmateforlife · 6 years

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reach for the sky (part 4)

Sid works a shitty job and uses his free time to put workout videos on the internet. Geno does the same, from the other side of the world.

A/N: You guys! I am SO SO SORRY for the long wait!! But here it is: Part 4! Things have calmed down around here too, and my motivation is back as well. So there will not be such a long wait for part 5, I can promise you that. Thanks so much to @sheepassisted for all the brainstorming and support and ideas. Thank you to all of you who are still here. Love you all! <3

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4:

“So, I’ve been thinking we should get everyone together for hockey again next weekend,” Sid says, as soon as he and Kris have sat down for breakfast at the little coffee shop just around the corner from the gym. “It’s been a while.”

“Yeah,” Kris agrees. “That would be great.”

“So you have time?”

Kris shrugs. “I’ll make time if I haven’t. But I think I can do all day Saturday, and on Sunday we just have dinner plans, so yeah. Whenever the others can do it is good with me.”

“Awesome.” Sid can’t hold back the delighted grin. He misses the ice every time he’s away from it for too long. “Do you know when we could have the rink?” Since Kris teaches a few skating classes a week, he usually has a schedule for the rink memorised, and he doesn’t disappoint this time either.

“Saturday 1pm until 3, or Sunday all morning. Figure skating class is cancelled because the coach sprained his ankle.”

“Sunday,” Sid says immediately, and Kris grins.

“Because it’s free for more hours on Sunday, right?”

“Of course.” Sid has no trouble admitting that. “Hey, I got a commenter on one of my videos who also likes hockey,” he says. Because dammit, he has to talk about Evgeni. He’s all he can think about anymore.

“Oh!” Kris seems pleased. “Does he live in the area? Does he maybe want to join us?”

“No.” Sid shakes his head. “He lives in Russia. But he coaches children there.”

“That’s pretty cool,” Kris says, and Sid agrees. Everything about Evgeni is pretty cool, really.

Sid comes home that day to an email that simply says “I have surprise,” followed by a YouTube link.

He toes off his shoes by the door, hangs up his jacket, and then sits down on his lumpy old couch, grabbing his laptop off the coffee table. His phone isn’t always super reliable about showing videos.

The link goes to a video on Evgeni’s channel, just over five minutes, and Sid hits play, curious to see what the big surprise could be.

Evgeni is waving into the camera, looking friendly as he does in all of his videos, but also a little shy.

“Hi,” he says, “my name Evgeni and I make this video for my friend Sid, because he not understand Russian.”

Sid feels his breath stop, and he absolutely cannot control the stupid grin that’s spreading across his face.

“Sorry English not good,” Evgeni continues. “But I make this challenge for me to practice. I upload video again with also Russian language, so no worry if you not speak English. I make short video for this, I’m think we do five minute squats today. Let’s go.”

Sid watches the entire video with the biggest smile on his face, listening to Evgeni’s broken English leading his viewers through five minutes of different variations of squats, and he is so impressed and so delighted he almost forgets to stare longingly at Evgeni’s impressive thighs. Almost.

“Thank you for watching,” Evgeni says after the five minutes are up. “Maybe this is not easy for you in beginning, but try this few time during week and it get more easy. If it get too easy, do video twice, or write me and ask for new video. Thank you.”

He smiles into the camera before the video cuts off, and Sid wastes absolutely no time opening up the email again and hitting reply.

“Evgeni!” he writes. “That was amazing! I’m so proud of you, that was such a brave thing to do. It’s a very nice workout that I’m sure people will like, and your English is so good!”

It’s almost like Evgeni has been waiting for Sid’s reply, because he answers within two minutes.

“I’m glad you like,” he writes. “Very nervous. I write down all text and read until I think I remember everything. I know it not sound good, but I like practice.”

Sid shakes his head as he types out his reply. “What are you talking about, your English sounds fine! Believe me, my French does not sound that good.”

“Thank you,” Evgeni writes. “Is not easy for me to practice here. No one who speak English with me. I’m so happy you like video.”

Sid doesn’t even think about it before he replies. Evgeni was so brave, he can be brave too. “If you want to, we could talk on Skype sometimes. So you could practice speaking. If you think that would help.”

“You mean this?” Evgeni writes back. “I think this very nice idea. It will help me.”

“Of course I mean it,” Sid answers, and adds his Skype handle to the email, followed by, “Let me know when it works best for you and we’ll figure out a time.”

Evgeni replies with his own Skype handle immediately, and then a minute later with “When you work tomorrow? I have all evening free.”

Sid thinks about it. He’s only working a half day tomorrow since he took over that shift for a coworker. If he skips the gym after work and goes later in the afternoon instead… “I could do 10pm your time,” he says. “If that isn’t too late for you.”

“That is perfect,” Evgeni replies, and Sid has to stop himself from squealing. He has a Skype date...well, not date. But he has an appointment to talk with Evgeni face to face. Tomorrow. He’s nervous, but more than that, he’s really, really excited.

***

He hurries home after his shift, not even taking the time to stop by the bakery. He still has cold pizza in the fridge for later. That’s good enough. He doesn’t want to make Evgeni wait.

He's a full half hour early when he boots up his laptop and logs onto Skype, but he is so excited and nervous his hands are shaking and he has to remind himself to take a few deep breaths and stop worrying. His palms are sweaty and he rubs them up and down his thighs over the rough fabric of his jeans. He's going to talk to Evgeni. After all those messages and emails, he's really going to talk to Evgeni.

Evgeni, who made him a video in English. Who wrote him that first message and started all of this and Sid is...he's just so nervous. Talking to people isn't really hard for him. He has a lot of friends. He gets along with everyone at work and always stops to chat with the people working at the local rink whenever he and his friends go to play hockey there. He likes people. It's just that he likes Evgeni in particular and he wants so much to make a good impression, as ridiculous as that may sound after all those messages they have already exchanged. Evgeni knows things about him that Sid needed months to tell Flower and Kris. It’s not like they’re strangers.

He contemplates getting up from the couch again to get himself a glass of water or something, but his phone buzzes with a message just then. It's an email. From Evgeni.

“Have time now,” it says. “You say when ready and we can speak.”

Sid hits reply. “I'm actually back early,” he says. “So. I guess I'm ready.” That last part, he thinks, is kind of a lie. He is very much not ready. But if he backs out now, he may never have the courage to ask Evgeni for another Skype...date. Appointment. Date. Whatever.

Evgeni calls him on Skype and Sid answers and there is Evgeni's lovely face right there on his laptop screen and Sid feels his heart stutter in his chest. “Hi,” he says. He feels a little ridiculous, getting all fluttery and nervous like this, but he just can’t help it.

“Hi,” Evgeni replies, and his voice is even better than it is in his videos.

Neither of them know what to say for a moment, and Sid bites his lip and fights the blush rising high on his cheeks. “It's really nice to see you,” he manages finally.

“Yes,” Evgeni says. “Is nice for me too. I'm glad – glad we speak.”

“You sound really good in English,” Sid tells him, and Evgeni laughs.

“Accent worst.”

“It is not,” Sid argues. “You should hear my French!”

“We speak, my English get better,” Evgeni says. “You teach me.”

“Of course,” Sid promises him. “But really, Evgeni. You sound really good already.”

“Zhenya,” Evgeni says, and Sid pauses.

“Sorry?”

“Zhenya,” Evgeni repeats, and then adds, “Is name. Um...For me. Like...you can call me. Name for Evgeni for good friend – Zhenya.”

“Oh,” Sid says. “Okay. Yeah. Zh-Zhenya?” He tries, and Evgeni smiles.

“Good, yes,” he says. “Is more easy, not so long name.”

Sid doesn't think it's easier to pronounce at all, but he's just going to avoid saying it as much as he can this time, and practice it later in private so he can have it down perfectly the next time they speak. “I'd offer you a nickname for me too, but Sid already is short for Sidney, so. It doesn't get any shorter than that, I guess.”

Zhenya laughs. He has a nice laugh. “Is good name,” he says. “Sid. I like.”

“It's okay,” Sid admits. He's honestly never given it that much thought. “Evgeni is a much more beautiful name, I think. And so is Zhenya.”

Zhenya looks happy. “You like?”

“Yeah,” Sid says, and it's the truth. He likes the sound of it. Of both names. There's something so pretty about them. “I think your whole language is beautiful.”

Zhenya rewards him with a wide smile and a sentence in Russian, and Sid smiles back. “What did you say?”

“I say Russia best, and one day I teach you maybe little bit in Russian. And then we can speak sometimes Russian too.”

Sid grins. “I'd like that,” he says. “That sounds great.”

They just smile at each other for a long moment and Sid feels something warm rise in his chest, something...comfortable. He can't remember what he was so nervous about earlier. Talking to Evgeni – Zhenya – is easy. It's fun. He thinks he could talk to him for hours and still want more. This feels no different than those messages they exchanged before.

“I teach you some words from sport first. Is how I start English. Is like when you learn words you are...interesting?”

“Interested,” Sid helps him, and Zhenya nods.

“Yes. When you interested, is easier for learning.”

“I guess that's true,” Sid says. “So what's hockey in Russian?”

Zhenya grins. “This is easy for you,” he says. “Khokkey.”

“Oh.” Sid laughs. “Yeah, no, I think I'll be able to remember that. What's puck?”

“Shayba,” Zhenya says, and Sid grimaces.

“Okay, I might forget that one again.”

“Is okay,” Zhenya says. “But you make start. You know two words now. We practice little bit more next time.”

“Yes, okay. That sounds good.” Sid tries not to grin too widely at the promise of a next time. “I promise to practice my two words until then.”

“Good.” Zhenya nods. “I'm practice more English too.”

“No, but seriously,” Sid tells him. “Your English is really good. Like, really good. It's impressive.”

Zhenya looks happy at the praise. “I'm watch very much video in English. Sometime talk, um, with me? Alone? When no one home. For practice.”

“That's awesome,” Sid says. “I should have done that with French. Maybe my friends wouldn't laugh at me so much now when I try it.”

Zhenya frowns. “Friends laugh?”

Sid quickly shakes his head. “Oh, not like that. I laugh at them, too, all the time. It's just kind of how we are with each other. They're all really great, though. I love them.”

“Is good to have friends,” Zhenya says. “Is good when you can make fun.”

“Yes,” Sid agrees.

“Is good that you my friend now.” Zhenya's smile is a little shy, and Sid feels a surge of affection for him.

“I'm really glad you wrote me that first message,” he says. “I'm glad we're friends, too.”

“When I'm come to Canada, maybe I meet your friends someday,” Zhenya asks, and Sid nods.

“For sure. You could come play hockey with us.”

Zhenya pauses. “Is one reason I'm practice so much my English. I dream maybe one day come there and work?”

“You want to find a job in Canada?” Sid asks, and he feels excitement bubbling up again even if he knows that it's rather unlikely that it would happen at all and even more unlikely that Zhenya would end up anywhere close to him. But still. That would simply be amazing, not just meeting him in person, but being able to keep him here.

“Is my dream,” Zhenya says, and Sid smiles.

“If I hear of anything around here that you could go for, I'll let you know for sure,” he says.

“Thank you,” Zhenya says. “Of course dream will be so much better if I’m live in your town.”

“Yeah,” Sid agrees. “That would be so awesome.”

For a moment they just smile at each other, and Sid wonders when the last time was he smiled this much. Probably during the last hockey game with his friends. Or over the weekend when David was visiting him. Zhenya just makes him feel like smiling, and he doesn't even want to analyse that feeling too much, but he likes it. A lot.

“So, how's your work in Russia right now, though?” Sid asks, mostly to break the silence before it even has a chance to become uncomfortable. “The coaching, I mean. How's that going?”

Zhena's eyes light up and he launches into a long recap of today's practice and how well those kids are doing and how great it is to see them grow and develop and know he helped them get there. Sid has a little trouble keeping up sometimes with Zhenya mixing up his words or being creative with his grammar, but he gets the gist of it and he can't stop being impressed with Zhenya.

By the time they're done talking about hockey, Zhenya's voice is starting to go a little hoarse from all the taking and when Sid looks at the time it's already a quarter past three.

“We talked for almost one and a half hours,” he says, surprised. It hadn't seemed that long to him at all.

Zhenya checks his watch and looks as surprised as Sid feels. “Yes, long time,” he says. “I don't think is that long when we speak. Is so much fun to talk with you.”

“I had a lot of fun talking with you, too,” Sid tells him honestly. “We should do this again. Soon.”

“Tomorrow?” Zhenya asks. “I can do same time.”

“Oh,” Sid says. “I can’t. I’m working. But not until 10am, so I guess...that would be, like, 6pm for you? So, I don’t know, when you are home?”

“I’m home at quarter past five,” Zhenya says. “And then home all evening. No practice tomorrow with kids.”

Sid does quick maths in his head, calculating the time difference. “So we could do half an hour at least,” he says. “If that’s okay?”

“That is okay,” Zhenya says, and Sid grins at him happily.

“Cool,” he says. “I’m looking forward to it!”

“Good.” Zhenya grins back at him. “I will talk to you tomorrow, Sid.”

“Yeah, talk tomorrow,” Sid says.

“Good night,” Zhenya tells him, then blushes. “Later, of course. Good night later. Is not night for you now.”

Sid waves at the camera like a giant dork. “Not yet, but yeah time zones are weird.” he says. “Sleep well!”

“I will,” Zhenya promises, and they need almost another minute to say a proper goodbye until finally Sid manages to make himself end the call.

He feels...he feels almost the same way he does after spending an entire afternoon on the ice. Happy and content and like he's done something actually worth his time.

He is so looking forward to tomorrow, and to speaking to Zhenya again.

#sidgeno #sidgeno fic #hockey rpf #icebird writes #my writing

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kngminho · 5 years

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kminho uploaded to YouTube: Pre-wedding log (Thoughts and Answering Questions)

the video starts with minho obviously sat in his living room, settled near the tv because he really didn’t find it in him to settle in a better looking spot when the rest of the apartment looked cluttered. he meant to clean, but he felt like he needed to do this first. he wanted to get this out before jinwoo could come home. he had his phone propped up on the table near him so he wouldn’t have to hold it up as he recorded the video. He sometimes used jinwoo’s nice camera for his vlogs, but it didn’t feel necessary this time. this felt like a really rushed video that he didn’t care much about the details.

“hey, everyone.” he smiled softly to the camera, although he could see how nervous he actually is on the screen. “today… well, i realized it was only a number of days i could count on one hand before the wedding…. and i don’t really know what to… say or do?”

he took in a deep breath. “i felt like i wanted to record something before i was officially married, and… gosh, this video isn’t planned at all…” there was a little pause, and a tiny zoom to his thinking face. “not like most of my videos are planned anyway.” he laughed a little at himself.

“i guess i wanted to voice out my feelings and thoughts somewhere, and i feel like doing it here is the right choice. i’m letting out my thoughts, and i’m telling you more about me… if you wanna think about it like that.” he shrugged, looking off at the wall where a few pictures hung there. “i’ve had a lot of people asking me how i feel about getting married and… i honestly never know how to answer that question. happiness is an obvious answer, duh. i go on and on about this a lot to the point where i’ve had people say it’s annoying.” minho laughed a little, looking at the camera again. he didn’t look like he was bothered by the comments, but more like he was trying to think of what to say. “i feel like… it’s like i’m on the highest cloud. even higher than cloud nine, if that’s even a thing. it’s so overwhelming”

“let me try to put you in my perspective.” minho looked around for a bit like he was thinking again. he really kept thinking that he needed to seriously cut out a lot of the pauses. “i met jinwoo when i was five years old. yes, i said that before but, let it sink in. five years old. i am twenty two now. that’s…” another pause, but this time there was another zoom for comic relief because minho was actually struggling with doing basic math on his hands. “seventeen years. seven-fucking-teen years of friendship. we’ve seen each other grow up, we know each other better than anyone. we’ve seen each other go through a lot of struggles, and we’ve… we’ve really spent every single day together. well, almost everyday. we’re each other’s family members because… there was no one else. and now… i’m marrying him? my best friend? we’ll be each other’s family for real and... i’m spending the rest of my life with him… we’ll have kids and a house and-… fuck, this is a lot to think about.”

there was another long pause, but a sudden cut in the video was there right after. minho was looking at the phone camera again, looking like he just wiped away some tears. “i’ve gotten a lot of questions about us, but one that really stuck to me was an anonymous message on tumblr. i answered it saying it deserved a whole video and… here we are.” he chuckled. “the question was about my favorite memories of the early parts of mine and jinwoo’s relationship. ooof, this might be a long one.”

“by relationship, are we talking about earlier memories? or are we talking about strictly boyfriends relationship? i’m assuming the latter, but i also wanna tell stories from when we were younger because why the hell not.” he chuckled. “i’m pretty sure i’ve told the story about how we met in another video, and if you don’t remember... well, here we fucking go, because i love telling it.” minho smiled, leaning forward to the camera. “it was the first day of kindergarten, and i honestly was pretty stoked about being there. meanwhile other kids were crying their eyes out because their mommies left them at school... i’m sorry, i shouldn’t be making fun of kids. anyway, there was this tiny kid sitting beside me and he was very very quiet and shy.” there were pictures of him and jinwoo in that age popping up on the screen for a few seconds, because he wanted to put it into perspective how young they were. “anyway, when the kids calmed down, we were asked to pick coloring pages out of the little stacks of paper on the teacher’s table, and everyone fucking ran for it? like... weren’t ya’ll just busy crying?” minho laughed a little, not helping but to find the thought funny. “now the biggest cliche happens, and i remember this so vividly and i don’t know how that’s even possible considering how young i was. there was one paper left, and i reach for it, and i see another tiny hand reaching for it too. it was this tiny ass, adorable ass kid. like... i’ll put in pictures, and you can see for yourself.” and indeed there were more pictures.

“he looks at me all nervous and i ask him if he wanted to color it together, and he just... NODS!” minho had to hold his head for a moment, just thinking about how cute jinwoo was in that moment. “he was so hecking cute, i wanna go back in time and hug him, not even joking.” he laughed. “anyway, we became close after that. there were annoying kids in our class who’s take his things away from him, and i was THAT kid in class who was super protective of his new best friend.” he chuckled. “actually, we were so stuck together that his mum told us that we were always excited to go to school and cried whenever the other had to be absent. one time i even insisted on going to school while i was sick because i wanted to hang out with him, and if that’s not a gay childhood friendship, i don’t know what is.”

“we matched for halloween for the first time. I was winnie the pooh and he was piglet.” there was a picture of that popping up again. “i slept over his house and he slept over at mine. it was hard to be allowed to do that, though. we were so young. his mum told us that he’d even cry if she told me to sit in a different seat that him, because we always shared the same dinner table seat.” minho laughed, imagining what that was like even though he didn’t really remember it. “life after those days got a little harder the more we grew up, but i don’t wanna get into that. this is... i want this to be a happy video.”

“anyway, now to actually answer your questions... there’s so many memories from our actual relationship as boyfriends, and i could go on for hours.” minho leaned back against the wall, looking at himself in the screen of his phone that was recording, then looking back down at his hands. “i remember how he’d always kiss me whenever he got the chance, just because he could do it. he was shy about it at first, but he was so happy about doing it, and i never minded it. basically after the night i woke up in his bed and told him how i feel about him, i kept sleeping over in his room. and then slowly but surely, his room became our room. and my old room just ended up being a storage room. i remember being so happy about getting to move my stuff to his room, and it felt like i was moving apartments to live with my boyfriend.” minho giggled, cheeks slightly going red out of embarrassment over his own thoughts. “take a shot every time i say the word room.” he joked.

“there was a little fight over something so stupid and insignificant now, but it was like... two or three weeks in, and that terrified me. what if we didn’t stay together? what’s gonna happen? i was being over dramatic, yet i was the one who was upset. i’m not gonna go to detail, but i’m mentioning this because... he made it up to me. and it was with our first date. he decorated the extra room we had, made a pillow fort and bought snacks. he apologized very sincerely and we were okay again. that was the day he sang save me to me for the first time.”

“you know how people say there’s like a... a honeymoon phase in every relationship? i’m pretty sure we were in that for a very long time, and we still haven’t gotten out of it. i think it was almost a year into our relationship, maybe... i don’t remember exactly when. but there was one time we had a date on the beach. we went there at night, and i was the one who drove us there because i was excited about getting my license. we put up a tent and we stayed there overnight. i think the reason that’s one of my favorite memories is because... this is gonna sound very cliche and stupid but, we... we kinda ended up yelling to the sea about how much we loved each other.” there was a little zoom to minho’s serious face. “stop laughing, we were deeply in love.”

“that was the same night he showed me perfect by ed sheeran for the first time, and we danced together. we made s’mores and laughed so much. it couldn’t be anymore perfect.” pictures from that night popped up on the screen too, being some of minho’s favorites. “there’re obviously more memories with us two. i just don’t think i could cram it all into one video, because there’s something else i wanted to talk about.”

“last year, around february, when jinwoo was on tour. it was a time where i... i’ve never felt so lonely. this is not to say that him and i never communicated. we did, and on a daily basis whenever he was free. i never cared if it was the middle of the night or really early in the morning, or if i had any classes. he could’ve called me at any possible time ever and i’d answer. i just... i missed him so much during that time, and i couldn’t even stay at our apartment for that long. i would sleep over at yubin’s or... or with mina, or kitae. just anyone who would let me crash for the night. it felt so lonely going to bed and not having him there, you know?” minho could feel himself remembering exactly how he felt back then, and he had to pause once again. there was another cut in the video, and his eyes were a little red in the next clip. he was looking down at his hands most of the time, however.

“i was preparing to fly over to paris with my friends to go see him for his birthday. i bought him the camera he’d always wanted, and... and, gosh, the night before i had to fly there... i sound pathetic, but i couldn’t sleep because i couldn’t stop crying.” minho rubbed his eyes with his fists in an attempt to calm down. “i got up early in the morning and i bought a ring for him. no one had any idea, and i didn’t plan this shit. i just thought the night before that i never wanted to feel this lonely again. because that’s how lonely it would feel it he wasn’t in a relationship with me, and... and it’s silly to think that way, because he never would’ve really left. he was just on a tour, for fuck’s sake. but that’s how i felt, and i felt like i needed to propose to him as soon as possible.” he shrugged, letting out a small sad laugh at how stupid he sounded. “anyway, i get there and we talk a little bit, i give him his birthday present and then i tell him i have another present and... boy, OH BOY, the i fucking cried while getting down on one knee and proposing to him. i was so embarrassing, but it was so worth it. he knocked me down to the ground, but i didn’t care, because i was happy. i was crying, but i so motherfucking happy, i can’t even describe it to you right now.”

“and now... a damn year later, we’re finally, FINALLY, getting married. and i can’t get the thought through my head, like... fuck, we’ve really been through so much together, and we spent all of our lives together, and now we’re? getting married? fuck, yeah!” minho laughed quietly, leaning forward to his recording phone again, a little happy smile on his face. “there’s so much more i could say but... i think that’s all for today. i hope you didn’t mind this rare, sentimental video. i promise, there’s a fun one coming soon. thanks for watch and sticking ‘til the end. i love you.”

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theycallmemoosey · 6 years

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Financial Struggles

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A/N: This was written as a request, in which I am sorry for the very, very long wait and the completely sidetracked response to your request. It doesn't follow the request exactly, in which I really, really am sorry about. I'm also sorry for the bad quality of it, but I really did try. Also, a general apology for not uploading recently, just been bombarded with huge levels of stress from exams and home things etc. Please do keep sending in requests, however, as I really do enjoy receiving them. Moose :)

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You sighed as you opened the door to the apartment, tripping over the numerous pairs of shoes across the floor. You shut the door quietly, unsure if the boys were filming or not. You threw your apron on the floor carelessly, sliding your shoes off next to them, not caring that they were in the middle of the hallway. You took out your ponytail as you headed towards the “gaming channel” room. You smiled as you could hear the boys shouting at each other, laughing. You pushed the door open slightly, peeking through to see what game they were playing. A horror game. The lights were off, apart from the few torches they neatly placed to light their faces enough for the camera to pick them up. You debated with yourself whether or not to jump scare them, or even knock on the door to let them know that you were home, but you decided against it. Instead, you hauled your tired body to the living room and slumped across the sofa, groaning as your face planted inside the sofa’s cushions. Not looking up, your hand searched for Dan’s laptop you spotted on the arm of the sofa just before. You finally managed to grab it and pull it towards you, shifting into Dan’s spot on the sofa as you opened the lid, logging in to your account Dan had specially made for you. Opening up your emails, you groaned loudly as 30 emails from your college popped up. You loved college, you really did, but it was so stressful. And expensive. You were working three jobs at once to pay it off, considering your parents refused to pay for you. Dan and Phil had offered to help, but you assured them that you weren’t struggling. You lied.

“You’re in my spot...” You looked up and were met with two gorgeous brown eyes staring down at you, his smile wide and his dimples showing. “And?” “And that’s my laptop...” “I really don’t care tonight” You heard Dan sigh and sit down next to you, feeling his head rest on your shoulder. “What game were you playing?” “Slenderman” “Dude, that’s old” “I know...it’s what the fans wanted” You hummed and pressed a kiss to his head. You felt his head tilt up slightly, knowing he was looking at the screen. “Why so many?” “Emails?” “Mmhm” You sighed, “I’m not sure...college is just...college” Dan hummed and watched you tap away as your replied to emails. “How was work?” “Stressful” “What happened?” “Just stressful customers. Didn’t help I was pretty much the only active waitress there. Jenna was also on duty?” “Is that the slut one?” “Yeah. Spent all night flirting with the new chef. Straight out of culinary school. So of course, she was occupied for the entire shift. Oh, and did I mention a party of 30 was booked in tonight? I had to deal with the entire restaurant on my own...” “Oh, love...” “Shit.” “What? Everything ok?” Dan asked, sitting up and scanning the screen along with you. “Apparently I have an essay due in tomorrow...I didn’t know about it” “What is it?” “Something about the establishment of the American constitution...I’ll have to call Ben and ask him” “Love, it’s nearly midnight, will he even be awake?” “He’s an insomniac” you retorted, scrolling through your contact list in your phone. “Come find me when your done” Dan kissed your cheek and headed towards the bedroom, leaving you alone once again. Once you were sure Dan was unable to hear, you called the restaurant once again. “Hey, Susan? Hi...I was actually just calling you to let you know that I’m not going to be able to make it in to work tomorrow, my college is making me go in because my attendance record isn’t great. You know, working three jobs and all...cool. Thank you. See you Friday” You sighed, throwing your phone across the sofa, rubbing your head in stress before starting to slowly type on the keyboard.

Dan woke up, feeling a small body curl up behind him, a cold sensation of your feet on his legs. He looked up to the alarm clock at his table, “5am? Seriously, Y/N?” “Long essay...” Dan sighed and rolled over, engulfing you in a bear hug, tracing his fingers along your arm. “What time do you have to be in college tomorrow?” “Afternoon-ish. I need to go to work in the morning...” “Which one?” “The one I hate...” Dan chuckled, “restaurant?” “Guess again” “Care Home?” “Nope” “Oh, love...the nursery?” “Ding ding ding” you sleepily chanted, “noisy ass toddlers who shit, vomit and cry all morning, followed by several lectures in the afternoon and the cafe in the evening” “Y/N, why do you do this to yourself?” “Experience? Good on my CV?” Dan sighed, and you felt his breath down your neck, making you shiver and curl up deeper into him. “You sure it’s not because you’re struggling to pay for college?” “No, no, Dan. I’m doing ok. Promise” you squeezed his hand as your alarm began to go off. “What?!” Dan slammed his hands on the duvet, clearly frustrated. “Well...that’s my cue to start getting ready...” “No...” Dan wrapped his arms around you as you began climbing out of bed, pulling you back in and holding you with a tight grip, “you’re not going. You just got in” “Dan, come on...” “NO” “Shhh, you’ll wake Phil” you slapped his arm gently, squirming out of his grip successfully. “You’re killing yourself, Y/N!!” “Go back to sleep, Dan” “Not until you tell me why the hell you’re doing this to yourself! Jesus, Y/N, you don’t even enjoy your jobs!” “Dan! Stop it! I’ve had enough of you-“ You were interrupted by three knocks at the door. “Now look what you’ve done” you hissed at Dan, opening the door to a sleepy eyed Phil. “Why are you guys arguing at this time in the morning?” “I have to go to work, but Dan’s not letting me” “You need to go to work at 5 in the morning?” “Nursery...” “Oh. Well...can you guys just keep it down?” “Yeah. Sorry, Phil” you smiled apologetically at him before closing the door, hearing his footsteps plod down the hall quietly. Dan sighed and rolled over, putting his back to you. You chose to ignore him and continued getting ready. “I’ll see you later” you said quietly as you were about to leave the room, hearing nothing but a grunt back.

“Y/N!” You turned around, spotting the principal of the college down the hallway. “Mr. King?” “I need a meeting with you in my office. Follow me, please” “Sir, I need to head to my next period, my attendance hasn’t exactly been great...” “I know. I’ve emailed your professor. With me” You followed Mr. King to his office, unable to sit comfortably as he sat down in his chair, staring at you. “Y/N, it has come to my attention that your previous five due payments have not been...well, paid. And this doesn’t bode well with your attendance record” “Sir, I’m sorry. My pay check from work hasn’t come in yet but when it does I promise, I will transfer it straight to the finance department. I will do my best to get it paid by the end of this month” “Y/N, with the amount of money you’re not paying, you’re getting a free education here. And you’re already on a scholarship. If this doesn’t improve, I will have no option than to pull you from your course and discontinue your studies until you are able to afford to come here again” “What? What?! No! Please!” “Y/N-“ “Mr. King! This is...this college course...I’ve wanted to study here for years. I’m sorry about my attendance but I’m currently working three jobs to try and pay off the finances...” “Three jobs?” “Yes, Sir” “Well unfortunately, it’s clearly not working...so I’m afraid you’ll either need to improve your attendance so we can try and help your financial situation or you find a way to pay off your debt and to pay off future payments, and we can rule out removing you from the college until you are able to afford it. Is that clear, Y/N?” “Sir...” “Those are your only options, Y/N...find a solution, or we will” “Yes, Sir” you sighed, feeling the tears well up in your eyes. “Head back to class, Y/N” “Thank you, Sir...”

“Phil, have you heard from Y/N at all? I think she must still be mad at me...” “No I haven’t. Unusual of her, to be honest” “I know” The two of them turned their heads towards the sound of the front door opening. “Speak of the devil” Phil laughed, going back to the computer to continue editing the video they had just filmed. “Y/N?” Dan called out as he headed down the hallways to the door. He stopped in his tracks when he heard you sniffle. “Y/N? Is everything ok?” You didn’t respond to him, continuing hanging your coat up and placing your bag on the floor by the door. “Y/N?! Don’t ignore me...” Dan walked up to you, grabbing you to stop you from pushing past, “look at me...” You hesitantly looked up at him, Dan noticing the tears run down your face. “Hey...hey, what’s up?” Dan’s voice softened, rubbing his hands up and down your arms. “It’s all getting too much, Dan. I can’t do it anymore...I can’t work three jobs and go to college. I can’t pay off the debt, even while working all the time. I can’t find the time to do the essays and assignments and the toddlers and the elderlies and the rude customers and-“ “Hey! Shhh...shhh” he pulled you in close to him, wrapping his arms tightly around you, “Y/N, you know Phil and I are happy to help you pay for your college. You don’t have to work three jobs, we’ll help!” “Dan, I can’t rely on you two to pay for my college tuition...you work so hard for the money you earn” you sniffled as you snuggled closer into him. Dan scoffed, squeezing you as he laughed, “we work hard? We don’t work three jobs! We don’t go to college and work our asses off trying to learn the most complicated thing in the world! We muck about for the work and then spend the evening with our favourite girl eating crap and playing games! At least we enjoy our jobs” “That’s true...” “Y/N, I’ve had it. We’re gonna help you ok? You’re gonna quit those jobs and you’re going to focus on what you love doing the most. Going to college everyday and then coming home and chilling out. I’m not going to argue with you about this, it’s not optional and you are not going to do anything about it. Phil and I will help you. Understood?” “Dan...” “IS THAT UNDERSTOOD LITTLE MISS STUBBORN?” Dan jokingly shouted in a stern voice, making you chuckle “I love you” you smiled, wiping away the tears and hugging him tightly. “I know. Come on, I’ve just ordered a pizza. Let’s go beat Phil at Mario Kart” Dan said, pulling away and holding out his hand to you. “Dan?” You asked quietly as you followed him hand in hand down the hallway. “Y/N?” “You ordered ice cream with the pizza, right?” “What? You think I’m made of money?!” “Not funny...” “Was a little” Dan giggled, “there’s ice cream in the freezer. Ben and Jerry’s, of course. But...” “But what?” “First one to the freezer gets it all!” Dan shouted as he began to sprint towards the freezer, leaving you stood there laughing. You smiled to yourself, “God, I love you”

#dan howell #dan howell x reader #dan #dan x reader #danisnotonfire #danisnotinteresting #danisnotonfire x reader #dan and phil #phil #phil lester #amazingphil #danandphilgames

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patton-croc-agenda · 6 years

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Into the Night

A/N: Hey guys, this is a really garbage fic I wrote to help get me out of writer’s block. I promise I’ll write something better soon (in fact I already have 2 better ficss started) but I figured I’d upload this anyway just so y’all have something new from me.

Words: 2,056

Warnings: None I can think of? Let me know if you see any

Pairings: Logicality (platonic/pre-romantic you pick), platonic Anological (brief), platonic Remy and Patton (brief), platonic Royality (like 1 line)

The wind whipped cold and cruel around him as he stepped into the forest. The howling and biting lessened slightly, but still shook the branches and leaves above him with a wicked rustling cackle. He pulled his scarf up around his face as he continued to hike. He hated storms, and it appeared one was on its way tonight. He should’ve probably just gone home the long way, but cutting through the woods meant getting home before it rained. Rain always spattered on his glasses and made it hard to see. He often wished he could get mini windshield wipers and attach them to his glasses frames, but no such luck.

Winter was fast approaching, but from the forecast he’d glanced at that morning before work, he knew it wouldn’t get cold enough to snow. That, and this was Florida; it felt cold, but it was honestly only chilly at best.

He had let his mind drift so much, he didn’t notice that he’d stepped off the path until the crunching of newly fallen leaves under his feet touched his ears. He paused and looked around, not recognizing where he was. He pushed down the fear welling up, curling in his stomach like a snake. He was good at that, pushing down the feeling snake.

With no other ideas to work with, he decided to try and retrace his steps. His feet had made a path in the red-orange-yellow-brown leaves, so he had some semblance of a clue of where he was headed. He shuffled his shoes as he walked, occasionally kicking the leaves and spinning around. He might be scared, but that was the best time to act silly. To act like things were all right. To act. Roman would be proud.

A rather large gust of wind managed to cut through the shield of trees, hitting him and causing the leaves to twirl and dance from under his shoes up to the branches where they once resided, before they once again fell from grace. He enjoyed the sight at first, until he realized the leaves had covered his tracks. Another gust of wind, more leaves leaping up, and even more twisting down from the trees.

Now, he wasn’t one for swearing, but he had a few special words he quietly muttered in this particular scenario. He had no other ideas, so he simply continued to walk in the direction his trail had been. He was reminded of the fairy tales his brother and him were told as kids, Hansel and Gretel to be specific. Remy always told him he’d be Gretel, though it didn’t really matter to him who was who, so long as no one got eaten. He always wanted to build that gingerbread house, though, despite the fact people would call him a witch.

He hopped onto a log, spreading his arms to help maintain balance. Not that the few inches would at all help him see where he was going, but it was fun and made him feel less afraid. Like he was some cool wilderness guy who survived for weeks on end on only insects and befriended a pack of wolves. Dramatic? Maybe.

He froze suddenly, one foot slightly in the air, the other firmly on the log. It seemed as if the wind had died around him, as if someone’s eyes were burning him into place. He couldn’t move, he couldn’t blink or swallow or breathe. He-

“Are you lost?”

He shrieked, and suddenly movement caught up to him. He pitched forward and fell flat on his stomach on the ground. Leaves danced up in the wind he created as he fell, mocking him. He took a second to regain his wind, noticing brown dress shoes appear in front of his face. A poor choice for someone walking through the woods, especially right before it began to rain.

Breath finally reclaimed, he trailed his eyes up to meet that face attached to the feet. A rather imposing looking man, with dark, carefully styled hair and rectangle glasses framing his thin face. He had hollow cheekbones and pale, pale skin. He looked like a ghost, complete with a long, flowy trench coat.

“Wha? Psh, no, no I’m not lost!” the newcomer raised an eyebrow in a perfect arch, an impressive and envious skill.

“Okay…maybe I’m a little lost,” a sheepish smile. The man blinked and nodded before turning and walking into the forest once more. He turned back and looked down and him, frowning.

“Are you- oh. Excuse me, I seem to have forgotten to explain my thoughts. I know this forest quite well and know where the exit is. If you will follow me, I will show you out,” the man began to walk again, this time seemingly with no intention of stopping.

Hurriedly, he pulled himself up off the ground and jogged to catch up, stumbling a bit. The man glanced at him from the corner of his eye, but continued to walk. He kept his hands deep in the pockets of his coat, as if his hands were cold. Perhaps they were, as it seemed the temperature had dropped again since the man arrived.

“I rarely see strangers in these woods, may I inquire your name and business here?” the stranger asked.

“Oh! Um, my name’s Patton! I usually walk home through the woods, since it’s a shortcut to my neighborhood, but I guess I wasn’t paying attention this time ‘round,” Patton said, laughing and rubbing the back of his head. The stranger nodded, but said no further words. Patton trailed slightly behind, humming a bit. The fear snake had loosened again, no longer squeezing his gut. He knew he should be more wary of this stranger, but he seemed nice enough.

“So what’s your name?” that gave the stranger pause, he turned his head to look at him and Patton thought his brown eyes looked unnatural in the dim light, almost red.

“Pardon?”

“Well, you know my name, so what’s yours?” S’only fair if you share!” Patton said. The stranger furrowed his brow, looking at his too-fancy-for-walking shoes.

“Logan,” he finally admitted. Patton made a cooing sound and bumped shoulder with Logan, having approached at some point so they were standing side by side. Logan seemed to recoil at the touch, so Patton offered him an apology pat on the shoulder. It didn’t seem to help.

They continued to walk, much longer than Patton would assume it would take for him to reach the end of the woods. In fact, he didn’t even know the forest was this deep. He couldn’t truly bring himself to care, however, because he was instead talking to his new friend. Logan wasn’t much for talking, instead just occasionally nodding, or darting his eyes to Patton.

“- and so Remy found this show called Sherlock on Netflix and-”

“Sherlock?” Logan seemed engaged in the conversation for the first time. The forest had grown dark, and Patton heard distant thunder. He wondered when the rain would finally start, or if it had started and the canopy had just gotten so thick it was blocking the water from sliding into his hair and landing on his shoulders.

“Yeah! Have you seen it? Your coat kinda reminds me of him. Sherlock, not my brother.” The tiniest of smiles curled onto Logan’s thin lips as he gave a slow nod.

“While I do not have access to television at most points, I have seen a few episodes, which I enjoyed immensely. Along with that, I have read the books by Sir Arthur Conan Doyle multiple times over the years,” Patton felt awed as Logan spoke, as if he were required to hang off every word that dripped from his mouth.

“Well, it sher is a shame that you haven’t seen all the episodes of the show! You’ve really been locked out of that experience haven’tcha?” Logan’s eye twitched and his smile dropped into a scowl.

“But seriously,” Patton decided to appease the man. The snake in his stomach was rearing its head again, sliding and writhing against his insides, “you should come over to my house sometime! I got Netflix, so we can watch it together!” Logan fully froze, not even blinking. It reminded Patton of himself from earlier, when he had felt frozen before Logan had spoken.

Like lightning, pale, thin fingers were wrapped around Patton’s wrist. It was Patton’s turn to become a statue, unable to move and hardly able to think. He swore he saw red on Logan’s hands. Minutes, hours, days, all felt crammed into those five seconds before Logan removed his hand from Patton’s wrist and slid his ghost hand back into his pocket.

“Apologies, I simply noticed we have been heading in the wrong direction. Allow me to guide you in the correct direction this time.” The snake was rearing wildly now, a warning. Patton stabbed it and kicked it out of the way internally.

“Oh, alright,” Patton said. Logan picked up his pace in the opposite direction of where they had been heading. As they walked, Logan continuously looked back at Patton, as if he expected him to stop following. He looked.

Afraid.

“Would you feel better if I held your hand?” Patton mused. Logan fully whipped around to face him, eyes a bit wild.

“Pardon?”

Patton offered him his hand, “you wouldn’t need to look back as much if you could feel I was still following.”

A pause, Logan was lost in thought. Then, slowly, he pulled a fist from his pocket. He uncurled it over Patton’s outstretched palm, and then, slowly once more- as if he were afraid of breaking him, curled his fingers around his hand. Patton offered an encouraging smile, Logan offered a strained one in return before facing forward and practically dragging Patton along. He no longer looked back.

It may have been hours, it may have been minutes, but eventually Logan released his grip on Patton’s hand and hurried ahead, stopping at the line where the trees ended. Patton gasped, running up to meet him.

“You did it! This is my neighbourhood!” Patton laughed, turning and wrapping Logan in a hug. Logan turned to stone under his touch once more.

“I, um, yes. This is where I must say farewell, Patton,” Patton pulled back, the snake inside decided to constrict around his heart in revenge for Patton’s constant abuse of it throughout the evening.

“W-will I see you again?” Patton asked, sniffling. Thunder rumbled overhead, and Patton swore he finally felt a raindrop land on his cheek.

“I,” he met Patton’s gaze, sighing, “should you ever walk through these woods again, I might find you. Stick to the path, though. It is a dangerous place for those who do not know what they are getting into. Farewell, Patton.”

“Wait! What do you mean dangerous? How will you find me?” Patton called to empty air, as Logan had already vanished into the shadows of the trees.

The rain began to come down heavier as Patton heard someone call his name. He turned to see his brother, running out with an umbrella and a lecture on his hypocritical tongue about staying out late without alerting someone. Patton walked home with him, ignoring the feeling of eyes on him again. It was an almost comforting feeling this time.

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He slid into the trees as soon as Patton was safely inside, turning to face his friend. Logan warily raised a brow at him as he began to swear.

“That was free food, Logan!”

“I know.”

“His blood smelled really good too.”

“I know, Virgil.” Virgil still seemed unassured.

“Then why let him go?!” Logan ran a hand through his hair, sighing deeply.

“I don’t know. I don’t know and I am unsure I ever will.” Virgil’s gaze softened then.

“Alright, Nerd, guess one of us has a heart after all,” Logan scowled at that, “Let’s get back to the colony then?”

“Okay,” Logan said in defeat. He watched his friend shift and fly off before turning to look back at the house. He could see silhouettes in the window, and somehow could tell which one was Patton. Which one was his…friend?

“Farewell, again, Patton,” he said, despite knowing he would not hear. With those final, parting words, he took off after Virgil into the night.

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fuwafuwagem · 6 years

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Bloom Chapter 1 - Yu-hwa

Just for you lovelies that may not have discovered it on Archive of Our Own, here is the first chapter of my Mystic Messenger fic Bloom, featuring my baby my OC Yu-hwa Lee ^^

You can find the ongoing fic here. I am updating regularly and have chapters prepared to upload, so I won’t leave you hanging ^^

Hope you enjoy it! The first chapter preview is under the cut <3

TW for sexual threats and references.

Yu-hwa Lee sat in her favourite seat at the café close to her apartment block, nursing the cheapest thing on the menu; a small white tea. It wasn’t as good as the coffee her body craved, but it was all her purse would allow her to have. She flicked through the pages of the application form she had on the table in front of her. There was no way she was qualified for a job at C&R, but it was the only place she could find that was currently hiring, and she was getting desperate.

She filled in a few basic details; name, date of birth. Address? She sighed. The landlord was on the verge of kicking her out.

This is depressing.

She put down her pen and picked up her phone. The notification icon showed that she had one new email, and she prayed to all the gods she could think of that it was a job offer.

You have been invited to test out…

She sighed, quickly scrolling through the message. It looked like junk mail, but she thought that maybe it was something she could get paid to do. At the end of the message was a link, which she pressed hoping that it wasn’t a virus.

Installing…

Oh shit!

She closed the email, hoping that it would stop whatever she had just started, but when she checked her phone menu she saw a new icon was installed there. She knew that she should probably delete it immediately, but curiosity got the better of her. She opened the app.

A chat room opened.

Unknown: Hi! Finally, someone to talk to, thank god…

Yu-hwa bit her lip and tugged at a strand of her dyed pink hair nervously. Unknown? Is this a chat-bot? These things seem to be popular lately.Tentatively, she typed her reply.

Yu-hwa: Hello

Unknown: Hi. Nice to meet you ^^ Yu-hwa… I’ve been waiting for you. Hope I didn’t surprise you. Don’t be nervous, I’m just an ‘ordinary’ person~

Yu-hwa felt her blood turn cold. The app must have accessed her personal data as her name and profile were displayed for Unknown to see. But what did he mean by he’d been waiting for her, and…

Yu-hwa: Why are you emphasizing the word ordinary…? It’s making me even more nervous

Unknown: You’re funny lol

Yu-hwa sighed and sipped her tea. Funny? Yeah, my whole life is a joke. She looked back at her phone. She knew that she should probably leave the chat before he asked her to send nudes or something, but she was a little curious too as she continued to read his message.

Unknown: But I can’t really say I’m extraordinary when I’m introducing myself. Shouldn’t I be humble and modest?

Yu-hwa couldn’t help but smile. She wasn’t the only comedian.

Unknown: In fact… I’m really excited. Cuz the first person to come in is you, Yu-hwa!

She cringed again at her name being used by this stranger she knew nothing about. He was being too familiar.

Unknown: I was so worried that no one would come in as I was making this app.

Yu-hwa’s eyes widened. So this guy is the apps creator? That explains some things I guess. She tapped at her phone.

Yu-hwa: What’s this app for?

Unknown: I was about to explain, but before that, can I ask a favour?

Yu-hwa inhaled. Have we finally arrived on Planet Perv? Her thumb hovered over the exit chat button.

Unknown: I know that it’s too much to ask from a stranger, but there’s something I really want you to help me with.

She chewed on her lower lip, moving her thumb and typing-

Yu-hwa: What is it?

She glanced at the application form in front of her. A few white lies might get her to the interview stage, but how far could her personality carry her? She rubbed her forehead as she felt the stress headache beginning to build, then glanced back at her phone.

Unknown: Well… This app isn’t just a messenger app, it’s a messenger game app. I wanted to ask if you could test it out for me. Game concept is chatting with pretty guys ^^

Yu-hwa: Why don’t you test it out yourself?

She didn’t have time for playing a game. She needed to find a job.

Unknown: It’s difficult to gain an objective view because I’m the creator. I want to know what others think of this!

He was persistent, but Yu-hwa knew she didn’t have the time. I just need to politely decline when I get the chance.

Unknown: The chats aren’t everything. There are also hidden stories… Amusing stories that will stir your imagination!

He’s really trying hard. She drank down the rest of her tea as she looked at the image of the characters he sent her. Cute, but not real. She rolled her eyes. I can’t keep a real boyfriend, I’m not going to spend my time chatting to artificial ones!

Yu-hwa: No thanks. Not my style.

She winced as she realised how harsh she might be coming across, but she was starting to get tired of the conversation.

Unknown: Just a little… Couldn’t you try it out for just a little? Decide whether it’s your style or not after trying it out.

She frowned. He seemed so desperate. She hoped that he wasn’t in a similar situation to her. Just imagining such a thing made her heart ache.

Yu-hwa: Fine. I’ll try it out.

Unknown: WOW! Thanks You’re a lifesaver… ^^

I hope you don’t mean that literally, she thought.

Unknown: I think it’ll be better to talk over the phone about the details.

The waitress took away Yu-hwa’s empty cup. “Anything else?”

“Um… no,” said Yu-hwa. Her purse was empty.

“It’s just… we have paying customers…”

“I get it,” Yu-hwa sighed. “I’m going.” She grabbed her belongings and rushed out of the café, red-faced. She glanced at her phone as she began to walk home.

Unknown: Don’t freak out when you see an unknown number and answer the phone plz ^^

The phone instantly started to ring. Yu-hwa inhaled deeply, her anxiety peaking. She closed her eyes and pressed answer

“Hey.”

The voice on the line was soft, but she could hear the excitement in his tone.

“Hi, umm, how did you know my number?” Yu-hwa asked.

“It’s automatically collected when you log-on to the messenger,” replied Unknown. There was an awkward pause. “Oh ummm, don’t get me wrong. It’s only dialable within the messenger app.”

Yu-hwa sighed. It was a relief to know that all she had to do was delete the app and she would never hear from him again. But there was something about his gentle voice that she liked. She kept listening.

“As I mentioned in the chat room, I called to explain to you about this app.”

Yu-hwa rolled her eyes. The sales pitch.

Unknown explained the concept of the game, which was chatting to the characters he had created and becoming the party coordinator of a fundraising group called R.F.A.

“It’ll be much faster to understand by playing, instead of listening to all this,” he said eventually. “Oh, but the game hasn’t been released yet. To perform the tests, you have to come over here.”

Yu-hwa pressed her lips together tightly. Yes of course random stranger I’ve talked to for five minutes. I’ll trust you not to do who knows what to me. Of course I’ll come over, pop the kettle on!

“Just send me the file,” she said, trying to remain polite.

Unknown sighed. “Sorry,” he said. “It’s protected by a date leak prevention security system. Even if you download the file, it’s uninstallable. I need to directly install it to your smartphone. Please understand. And I also want to meet you in person before you play the game.”

Yu-hwa gripped her bag, feeling uncomfortable. He was insistent, so she knew that she had to be firm. “No, I’ll just pass.” She didn’t know why she felt so bad saying it. The guy was being weird, and he was a complete stranger. But she had also sensed a desperation in him, something that was all too familiar to her.

“Why?” Unknown whined. “Weren’t you interested? It’s an app just for you where you can chat with pretty guys. Others can’t play this. Only you can.”

Pretty guys? They’re more trouble than they’re worth, and I can do without!

“It’s not even real,” she said firmly. “I’m not going.”

“For real?” His voice was filled with sorrow and disbelief. “Then how about this? If you come here and test the game, someone real might be interested in you. For example, me.”

This is pathetic.

“I don’t need it. No thanks.”

“You don’t need me?” He sounded broken. “Ha, haha… haha… Sad. I’m so sad…”

Yu-hwa felt her heart pounding. He was crying. Was he so desperate?

“I really believed you were going to make my dream come true… Believed you were the one I would go to paradise with…”

Yu-hwa reached her apartment and pulled out her key just as the landlord stuck his head out of his door. He’d clearly been waiting for her.

“Paradise?” she sighed.

“The place I was trying to take you to,” said Unknown, his voice soft but filled with sadness. “That place is paradise. Where there’s no pain or sadness, just endless happiness. I’m the angel that will lead you there. You’ve let go of my hand… but don’t worry. I don’t plan to let you go just yet.”

The landlord stood beside her, breathing down her neck.

“Rent’s due,” he said as she pushed the door open.

“I want to see what kind of face you’ll make when you’ve truly been saved. I want to see it with my own two eyes.”

The landlord snatched the phone out of Yu-hwa’s hand and hung up.

“Hey,” she gasped as he shoved it back at her.

“I said your rent’s due,” he snapped. “Actually, it was due last week, but I let you off because you’re cute. Now I want my money.”

Yu-hwa bit her lip, muted.

“Fuck, you don’t have it?” he asked, then smirked. “There are other ways of paying,” he said as he advanced on her. “It’s been a while since I got my cock wet.” He stepped back. “Think about it. You give me head, you get to keep a roof over yours.” He laughed as he left, slamming the door shut behind him.

Yu-hwa hurried and locked the door, collapsing on the floor in tears.

#mystic messenger #bloom #ray x yu-hwa

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artificialqueens · 6 years

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Cupid’s Blind Arrow (Group Fic) Chapter 5 ~ Ginger Nut

A/N: schools been stressing me the fuck out recently and prelims are coming up so sorry if I don’t update as frequently

Since Miss raja had handed out the assignment, most of the pairs had only met once. Some, like Willam and Sharon, had not met at all. Unsurprisingly, Willam has been giving her a cold shoulder of some sort, favouring Alaska in the ongoing feud between the two. There hadn’t been any big blow outs since, but nothing had been resolved either. Sharon still kept her head down in classes, engraving doodles into her desk; Alaska threw herself into her work continuing to ace every single one of her classes. Bianca and Adore had nearly finished their assignment two weeks early. This was unheard of for Adore, but something about her partner motivated her, lit a fire inside of her. Usually, Adore went to Bianca’s after school. Bianca rarely went to Adores – not because she didn’t want to be there, but because she couldn’t work well while sitting in a sunken bean bag in a room decorated with leftovers. Trixie and Katya were making slow progress; they met in the library every Tuesday after school but got sidetracked and listened to the ironic librarian telling story after story about her personal life. Violet and Pearl hadn’t met outside of school, but they’d met in the library over a couple of lunchtimes. They both had such busy schedules, with Pearl staying most nights after school for art study and Violet juggling media study and aerial classes. They talked over text a lot though and had gotten quite close. They were now each other’s top best friend on snapchat. “This filter looks like your face” Violet captioned one day, as the filter gave her the face of a sloth. “At least I don’t look like this” Pearl snapped back, now with her faced comedically stretched out. The pair went on like this all day, every day. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Willam walked across her kitchen counter, it was 22:30 and she’d only finished structuring her plan for the assignment. You’re going to have to see that bitch some time, better be prepared so there’s no awkward silence while I try to keep my hands off of her throat she thought as she made herself coffee. She stood in an oversized t shirt that was some guys she hooked up with once, but never gave it back. Meh, he’ll have other shirts Willam shrugged. Seating herself at the island in the middle of the room, she put down her coffee and logged onto her laptop. Her phone buzzed. It was Sharon. “Hey listen, we really should get started on this whole assignment. When suits?” The sound of fresh acrylics tapping on a screen emerged as Willam typed out a reply while her laptop loaded. “I’m good to do any days after school apart from Fridays, not lunch times though. Can’t leave Lask on her own.” Willam re-read that final sentence before thinking fuck it and hit send. “Probably shouldn’t have gone there but hey,” she said to herself “I’m not the one who fucked up.” As one hand raked through her naturally curly mane and another scrolled through Facebook updates, Willams face lit up at the sight of a certain notification.

Caught in the act would like to FaceTime

After clicking accept, Willam saw Courtney’s glowing smile appear on the screen. “Wills! Hi! I’ve missed your face!” She exclaimed. Willam felt a warmth grow inside of her in response to her comment. “Hey girl. How’s life back in the dunny?” she asked, giving her best Courtney impression. Courtney chuckled, “it’s okay but it would be so much better if you were here too. I’ve got no one to tutor now!” “Yeah that’s because you go to a private school where everyone is crazy fucking smart.” Willam leaned onto the counter of the island, cupping her face with her hands. Courtney rolled her eyes as she giggled, the position of the camera slightly moving, giving Willam a clear view of a familiar shirt covering Courtney’s chest. “Is that my motherfucking Gucci?” She screamed, “I’ve been looking for thaaaaaaat” Willam drawled out the last word, feigning sadness. Well, she was partly annoyed but there was something about seeing Courtney, on the other side of the world, still with her that overpowered any annoyance. “How do you even have that?” Courtney hugged herself and smiled. “I thiiiiink, it was the night I stayed over last minute.” She explained a huge grin appearing. “And I just, never gave it back I guess.” Willam shook her head. She spun around on her stool purely to hide the ever growing blush on her cheeks. “What?” The aussie questioned, suddenly intrigued as to why the girl on the screen had spun around more than 5 times. Willam stopped and gazed at Courtney. Her eyes contained a whole galaxy. An ever changing colour, they framed the girl’s face so perfectly. Willam never wanted to look away, never wanted the picture in front of her to leave. Willam found her heart fluttering in a way it never did. People didn’t phase Willam, so why did Courtney still have so much power over her? Especially when she wasn’t even here with Willam. Courtney tapped the screen, making a clicking sound come over Willam’s laptop speakers, pulling her out of her thoughts. “Hellooo, are you still there?” “I…I just…” Willam stuttered. She looked down to meet Courtney’s eyes again. Willam picked at her nails and traced her hands, remembering where Courtney’s used to fit. “I really miss you. That’s all.” “Really?” Courtney raised an eyebrow. “You miss the 4 hour English lessons?” “You used to bring chocolates,” Willam smiled at the memory. Courtney mirrored her. “You miss me singing quotes to you at midnight?” “We would be home alone,” she glanced over to the mass of her tiled floor, remembering the blonde girl performing musical acts of Dr Jekyll and Mr Hyde and To kill a Mockingbird. “You miss answering paper after paper of textual analysis?” Courtney cocked her head to the side, twirling her hair which was in a high ponytail. Her voice was sweet, like candy. “Okay bitch,” Willam gave in, “you got me there. I HATED those.” The pair broke out in laughter thinking back to numerous nights when Willams profanity over past papers got so extreme they had to take a break. “I don’t fucking know why they used the word emancipation, why should I? They’re the dicks who wrote it. I shit you not Miss Act, I’m seriously never gonna need this. Like, not one Tom, Dick or Harry in the goddamn street is gonna come up and be like; what did you think of the word choice in paragraph 4?” Courtney and Willam talked until their hearts were content. They missed each other terribly, but times like these they treasured greatly and no one could take those hours away from them. Their conversation would change from friends, to tv shows, to memories they had, to…. well, anything. “Nah I just don’t see it Wills” “Why the fuck not? Me, you, and Alaska; walking down the runway in Chachki’s fashion line” “Wait, I still don’t get how Violet got a fashion line” Courtney was tired, rubbing her eyes before cursing as she remembered putting mascara and eyeliner on this morning. Willam sighed, “It’s not a real one her class is doing it as part of their exam. They have to create stuff.” She stood up from her barstool and positioned herself far away from the camera. “Me, you and lask,” she pointed to two other points each side of her, placing herself in the middle. “We walk down,” She strutted across her kitchen floor, “we pose like there’s no tomorrow.” She placed her hands on her hips and threw her hair, striking different poses for Courtney. Wolf whistles came from the laptop, encouraging the model. “We wave to the crowd,” Willam gave a sly, over the shoulder smile. “See it’s that simple.” Courtney yawned. The sky was starting to become dark outside her window and she glanced at the time, 19:41. She hadn’t even eaten dinner, still had to shower and had a mountain of work to do. But none of that mattered, a girl in the computer was pretending to be a model in her kitchen while wearing a faded Oasis t shirt and Victoria secret satin shorts. What a dork she thought to herself, smiling wholeheartedly. “One problem” Courtney interrupted Willam’s make believe fashion show. “I’m kinda in another continent” “We have planes bitch. Hop on one and come over.” “Willlllllls, I can’t just hop on a plane that quickly.” “Well you hopped on me pretty fast.” Willam crossed her arms and raised her eyebrows, “What’s stopping you?” As nonchalant as ever, Courtney thought. “Exams, my family, graduation, my 18th! Did I mention exams?” Willam didn’t see the big deal, scrunching up her face at Court’s phony problems. “The flight’s long - study then. You’ve literally seen your family since birth, trust me they can last a couple months without you. You’ll be back in time for exams. I’ll throw you a mad party, I know a guy who’s got a wicked venue. And yeah, you did mention that.” Courtney’s face didn’t change, she didn’t see a logical reason to go to America again so soon aside from seeing her Wills. “At least say you’ll think about it, pleeeeease?” Clutching her hands together Willam plastered her face with the biggest, cheesiest, full teeth smile she could muster. “Willam Belli? Are you begging?” With a serious humour Willam leaned forward and spoke straight into the webcam; “You want me on my knees? All you gotta do is ask.” The girls held each other in their eyes, shutting out everything. A special bond flickered between them, replenishing the passionate feelings they shared. Courtney’s voice was barely audible, her lips parting only slightly “I’ll talk to you later Wills, I gotta go.” Her voice was low and somewhat husky, igniting a fire in Willam. “Bye.” Willam’s laptop returned to Facebook where she could see her aunts latest update; Selling a Tiffany’s ring. $250. Hardly worn. Message me for any more details “Shit” Willam thought to herself, “Well that engagement didn’t last long did it Jackie?” As she scrolled down her feed she looked through some of Bianca’s photos she’d just uploaded, Willam couldn’t help but notice how many of them contained Adore. Just then her phone buzzed with a new message from Sharon. Wednesday? Library? Willam whined to herself and frowned looking at the message. The last thing she wanted right now was to be spending time with the girl who broke her best friends heart. Fine I’ll be there

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Violet had been working on the assignment; it wasn’t necessary but she felt the need to perfect a few things. She’d highlighted a couple of lines and felt the need to tell her partner. She whipped out her phone and found Pearl in her contacts. V: Found a couple of quotes from act 4 that we should prob use, they’re really versatile so we can talk about them from both sides Almost instantly Violet saw the three dots appear and waited for a reply. P: versatile eh?

V: you just can’t help yourself can you

P: guess not Vi :))

V: you’re going to hell I hope you know that

Pearl sat on her unmade bed in her room with her phone LED as the only light source. She had been sketching for the past hour or so but had no inspiration. The only person on her mind was Violet. P: And I hope you realise that you’re working on a Saturday night The three dots appeared on Pearls phone before disappearing shortly after with no text to replace it. that shut her up. P: Could I be of any help???

V: don’t try and sweet talk me now Pearly

P: I have no idea what you’re talking about

V: well, since you’re such a studious pupil feel free to come over and help me with our assignment

P: is that a serious invitation?

V: only if you want it to be…

Pearl sat up and contemplated the invite before changing into a nicer top and out of her joggers. She briefly brushed her hair and slapped on powder and a subtle lipstick. As she tied her converse and threw on her denim jacket, Pearl typed out one more message for Violet. P: Okay loser, where do you live?

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Bianca had rung the doorbell twice already and the weighty bag of takeaway in her hand felt like it was going to give away any second. Come on chola she muttered, growing impatient at the closed door in front of her. She tried the doorbell again and finally heard footsteps and a disgruntled moan behind the door. Adore opened the door, revealing a dimly lit mess of a room. Her face soon turned to confusion at the sight of a fresh faced Bianca in her doorway. she stepped to the side as an invite for the girl to come in. Bianca rolled her eyes, “Someone’s hungover” she smiled half-heartedly and raised the lukewarm bag in her hand. “I brought dinner.” Adore smiled at the gesture and walked into the kitchen to get plates. Bianca followed and reached into the top left cupboard to get glasses. She’d become acquainted with Adore’s house in the very few times she’d been. It was pretty self explanatory apart from the fact that she kept glasses on the other end of the kitchen from all the other dining things. “So, how’ve you been?” Adore asked, her voice monotone and groggy. “Better than you it sounds like,” the brunette jokingly replied, “Water or coffee?” Adore surveyed her options. “Water.” Bianca nodded. “Slice of cucumber,” both girls added at the same time. As Adore laid out the food, Bianca came up behind her and ruffled a hand through her hair. “What deranged party were you at last night?” “None actually.” “So why do you sound half asleep?” Defensively Adore crossed her arms before rubbing her eyes. “Because I was napping until you came.” Bianca chuckled before walking over to the sleepy being and pulling her into a hug. “Aww,” she said in a baby voice, “is Delano a little sleepy?” “I actually am because I was working on this stupid ass assignment” They both sat at the table and proceeded to eat the food Bianca brought. After a couple moments of comfortable silence Adore leaned forward and furrowed her brow. “Wait B,” she asked. The other girl looked up from her plate and waited for Adore to continue. “Why are you here? Not that I’m unhappy about it but… you don’t like it here.” Both laughed at the bold but true statement Adore just made. Bianca shrugged and fished around her plate with her fork. “I was home alone and Violet was busy.” Adore nodded. She looked back down at her food and smiled, knowing Bianca voluntarily wanted to hang out with Adore. They weren’t working, it had nothing to do with school. She wanted to see her. That’s real cute Adore thought. Real cute.

#willam belli #courtney act #violet chachki #pearl liaison #bianca del rio #adore delano #witney #pearlet #biadore #au #ginger nut #rpdr fanfiction #lesbian au #high school au #cupids blind arrow

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omfgthelife · 7 years

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Track: Ellie Goulding ✕ Bon Iver - Lights ✕ Calgary

Video Samples Source: Chaalbaaz - Tera Beemaar Mera Dil

TL;DR version: I'm pretending to make music. Somewhere in 2007-08, I got introduced to the idea of "internet mash-up artist" when a friend living in the US sent me a link to one of the first mash-up artists to go viral on the Internet, DJ ToToM. He mixed everything we were listening to then. It was fascinating to listen to something like Bob Dylan through the gaze of The Pixies. It's a different song, it's the same two songs but now it's different. It means something else now. Yeah, you can still be attached to each of the two (or more) songs that make the mashup as well. But it's just that they were made for each other also.

Since then, mashups have become a part of my library. Every now and then, I go looking for some new mashup artist who is utterly mindblowing when it comes to their matchmaking abilities. Others just make remixes, where they take an electronic sample beat and then speed up/slow down two tracks to match beat with that sample beat and play them on top of it. Or my nemesis: Bands who play two covers clearled stitched together one after the other. Yes, I'm a mashup hipster. A mashup is all about sampling. If you're doing anything other than sampling then you're making music (it may even be amazing) but you're not making a mashup. A mashup is about an alternative reality's pop culture (as defined by all alternative reality references/imagined in popular culture).

2010 onwards, mashups became my way of celebrating New Year's Eve. Two of the biggest viral mashup hitmakers Dj Earworm and Daniel Kim would release their own year-end specials -- a mashup of the Billboard top 50 tracks of the ear -- titled United States of Pop and Pop Danthology. (In my head, it's like the mashup boxing match of the year. I'm sure neither of the two artists think that way.) Then I compare notes between the two mashups. Who made the smoothest, coolest mashup with songs put together in the least forced way possible. All of this is dependent on my own judgement of course, not some standardized guide or musical knowledge. Every year, I've spent a couple of days on Audacity trying to see if I can mash songs together before realising I know shit about creating music and giving up. (I actually know nothing, I love listening to music though.) I tried reading hack guides and watching terrible videos about how to extract vocals from a song. (Hey, it never works for anything but the song they're demonstrating in the video.)

Somewhere in 2011, I discovered Girl Talk. He has taken ‘mashup artist’ to a whole new level. His mashup albums are a like a reflection in the entire genre that would be made of mashups and samples. In his discography, you'll find everything from banging dance numbers to just good soulful listens to sometimes even an exploration in noise. I'm not sure I'll ever go that deep into the art/craft of mashups. You must listen to at least one full Girl Talk album to know what I'm talking about.

Recently, I started following oneboredjeu on twitter, who I consider perhaps one of the finest mashup artists that lives on the Internet. I walked into her YouTube channel for the Gambino and Gorillaz mashups and stayed for everything else. Among her recent uploads, her Sia-Lorde and SZA-Ariana Grande mashups are to die for. Through her, I found Raheem D. His Lil Kim-Ariana Grande mashup is da bomb. That was when I also discovered there was a mashup artist scene and their own space on social media. Reading them discuss mashups, hearing their uploads, I learnt two key things which I used when I restarted my attempts at mashing songs on Audacity:

1. It's best if songs are on the same key and close to each other in BPM (beats per minute) count. Because I know shit about making music, I couldn't guess what key any given song was, and I could never count beats already. 2. You can't just cut vocals out of a song like it works with image editing (which I had learnt already). Mashup artists source their stems (different tracks that make a song: vocals, strings, percussion, or the complete instrumental backing track) from all over the Internet.

Finally, we're at how did I end up here. A few weeks ago, I was hanging out with a friend from Chile. Our usual scene was sitting on his couch, and having a YouTube party where we'd keep showing each other videos or music. That day, the moment I entered his house, he jumped up.

"Duude! Do you remember the Asereje song?" He was doing the step. "The Tomatina girls or something?" "Yes, yes! That one." "We just called it the Ketchup song in India." "That's not the point. Somebody finally figured out what the gibberish part of the song was!" "There was a gibberish part?" "The lines that come after Asereje are all gibberish!" "They're not Spanish? They sound so much like Spanish!" "Yes, they do but they're Spanish gibberish. If you understood Spanish, you'd know." "So what's the meaning of Asereje?"

He then played a video from a Chilean news channel where they were reporting that a dude on Twitter had cracked the Asereje code. So in Spanish, the girls are singing the story of Diego. One night Diego is wrecked on alcohol and drugs and arrives at a club. The DJ starts playing a song, which happens to be Diego's favourite song. Y la baila (And he dances), y la goza (and he enjoys it) y la caaantaaa (and he siiings): Aserejé, ja deje tejebe tude jebere Sebiunouba majabi an de bugui an de buididipí Sebiunouba majabi an de bugui an de buididipí Sebiunouba majabi an de bugui an de buididipí So Diego's favourite song iiiiis: I said a hip hop, hippie to the hippie The hip, hip a hop, and you don't stop, a rock it out Bubba to the bang bang boogie, boobie to the boogie To the rhythm of the boogie the beat

Rapper's Delight! Yes, that blew my mind and I can no longer take The Ketchup Song lightly. I have regrets for taking it lightly when I was in college and the song was a sensation.

So at this end of this long detour in my mashup story: I got home that night and tweeted, asking the Internet for a mashup of The Ketchup Song and Rapper's Delight. Someone from my twitter social life was equally mindblown and asked for the same. Something hit me then and I made this just ffs. I'd successfully managed to get vocals only tracks of Rapper's Delight and The Ketchup Song, and an instrumental version of The Ketchup Song to put together that short clip -- in my head, it was more of a proof of concept that I can mashup AND that the guy from Chile was right, Asereje IS Rapper's Delight. Last Monday, I got bored one evening and also was itching to see if I could get even close to making a mashup. So as usual, my mashup attempt of 2017 was underway. I googled to see if somebody had compiled a song keys database and ta-da: I found Audio Keychain. While just clicking through their database to see if any song strikes me in particular that I wanted to try using in a mashup. I found Katy B's 5AM, which I really like. A reverse search told me that Blue Oyster Cult's hit The Reaper had the same key and almost the same BPM. There it was decided, for my first attempt, I was going to mash these two songs together. I found the Katy B stems on some filesharing platform after some searching. A decent instrumental (backing track) version of The Reaper on YouTube was found much easily and downloaded. I worked for a couple of hours and made an almost 2-minute draft. It was working but I hit a creative block there onwards. So I exported the 1:48 clip to mp3 from Audacity and sent it to the friend who first introduced me to ToToM and went to sleep.

The next day at office, I played the mashup over and over again to see if still made sense. I made a colleague listen to it because I was confident that I had no distance and it would sound amazing to me. He said, "I haven't heard either of these songs but I like this song I'm hearing." That was hella encouraging. Although, I was sure that it was a fluke that I managed to make that one. If I try once again, I'll fail miserably. On Wednesday, I opened Audio Keychain and decided to try again. After some hits and misses, I finally ended up with Billy Idol's Dancing With Myself (backing track) and David Guetta/Nicki Minaj/Bebe Rexha's Hey Mama (vocal track). After the first draft, there were lots of empty spaces for which I didn't find any vocals that fit. So I added the chorus from Charli XCX's Boom Clap, which doesn't really fit as well as the first two songs with each other. But it was all sounding pleasant and I hadn't fucked up as miserably as the last seven years.

Thursday evening, I didn't even think twice. I got home, logged onto Audio Keychain and started looking for tracks to mashup. A lot of random and terrible experiments later, Ellie Goulding's Lights and Bon Iver's Calgary seemed like they had promise together. Unfortunately, just like the bad Charli XCX stem from the previous mashup, I found a below-par vocals only track for Lights. I didn't actually care because all I wanted to see was if I could make a decent mashup again. I really, really liked how the two tracks came together. Hence, this decision of publishing the mashup. I would've published on Thursday night itself but I think I was too happy about how these two tracks worked together. I felt this track needed a video. And in a vision due to a fuckton of sleeplessness, Sridevi and my favourite song from Chaalbaaz came to mind - Tera Beemaar Mera Dil. So then I downloaded the best available YouTube video for that song and started to work on it. After quite a few drafts, a low-end machine, where every render takes 2 hours and the only way to see the video is to render it because otherwise everything starts malfunctioning due to the load, here's the final mashup video for a mashup track.

#mashup #ellie goulding #bon iver #music #remix #lights #calgary #sridevi #video #chaalbaaz #bollywood #pop

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