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luvdsc · 4 years

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mark lee sucks at technology.

tap the heart if you have a big, fat, embarrassing crush on your best friend!

pairing :: lee mark x reader genre :: fluff / best friend + social influencer au word count :: 5,883 words warnings :: none playlist :: dumb stuff (lany) ⋆ feeling (coin) ⋆ so far so good (gabrielle aplin) ⋆ electric love (børns) ⋆ love by mistake (bad suns) author’s note :: i was debating if i should post it on his bday instead, but i decided to drop it earlier, so uh, happy (approx. one week early) bday to mister absolutely fully capable (except when it comes to tech stuff) !!!! thank you for blessing us with your god tier raps ♡ ↳ part of the not clickbait series.

In your required upper division business course aptly titled “Essential Marketing Strategies,” you had learned about a concept called personal brands. A personal brand is explained as the first impression a person wishes to perceive based on their own experiences, qualifications, and achievements. Your professor had told you and your classmates to pick three words to define your own brand. For instance, you chose to label yourself as charismatic, fun, and creative.

Your best friend’s brand would be awkward, endearing, and technologically challenged.

Okay, so that is definitely more than three words, but who’s counting? You might as well tack on “Y/N’s big fat crush” at this rate because everyone and their mother knows that you carry a torch—or more accurately, a blazing wildfire that can easily be spotted from Pluto—for your best friend.

Well, to be more precise, you should probably say everyone, except Mark, knows. And that’s not for lack of trying either. You completely dropped the art of delicate subtlety months ago already. Maybe you should add “hopelessly oblivious” instead.

The rolling end credits to the sixth Harry Potter film are playing on the screen in front of you, signaling the nearing end of your magical movie marathon. You’re seated on the worn down couch in Mark and Donghyuck’s shared apartment, watching the former make his drink with the fancy, gently used Keurig newly settled on the scratched countertop. Johnny dropped it off a few days ago because he had splurged on a better coffee machine (“It even makes Instagram worthy whipped frappuccinos!”) and didn’t want his old, but still perfectly functioning caffeine provider going to waste.

“What’s wrong with this thing?” Mark slaps the side of the machine, and it starts to emit a low whirring noise. “Oh, that’s good, right? That sound is good, you think?”

His question is immediately answered by the sad squirt of hot water speckled with coffee grinds falling into his mug for a few seconds before the machine shuts off.

“What the hell?” he mutters angrily, carding his hand through his hair in frustration, and you finally decide to take pity on your best friend. Getting up from the comfy spot you know you sadly won’t be able to recreate perfectly again later, you stride over to where your best friend stands and flip open the top of the Keurig.

“Hyuck didn’t take out his used coffee pod,” you say, pulling out the incriminating evidence of your best friend’s roommate and disposing it in the trash can next to the refrigerator. “Where’s the espresso one you’re gonna use? Why didn’t you put that in?”

His jaw slackens, and he sheepishly rubs the back of his neck, avoiding your gaze and mumbling, “I thought I’d just open it later and pour it into my hot water.”

“Mark,” you start, placing your hands on his shoulders firmly and staring into his eyes with a serious look on your face. “Please know that I’m saying this in the most loving way possible, but you are an absolute idiot.”

You release your grip on his shoulders and grab the espresso pod dangling from his fingertips before slotting it into the Keurig. You remove the mug he placed underneath the spout and wash out the accidental coffee water before placing it back in its original position and pressing the start button on the machine. With a sigh, you lean against the side of the counter, glancing at your friend who looks like a child being scolded for stealing from the cookie jar.

“If you pour the pod into your mug, are you just going to chug all the loose coffee grinds, too?”

“... I didn’t think that far ahead.” His lips start to unintentionally form a tiny pout, and your eyes (and your heart, too) soften.

You’re very relieved that Donghyuck is off filming with your friend because he definitely would be making fun of your heart eyes that frequently make an appearance around a certain Mark Lee. Which you always deny. Because you certainly do not have a gigantic crush on your technologically inept best friend.

You glance over at him again and have to physically fight yourself to resist the urge to kiss his cute pout away. Okay, so maybe you harbor a very respectable, medium sized crush. But it's no big deal. It’s completely under control. Unless you’re counting the fact that your best friend is still unaware, and you’re running out of ideas to try and see if he likes you back before you actually shoot your shot. Then it’s very much not under control because you’re losing sleep over it and you don’t know what to do to be any more obvious without stating the, well, obvious.

“Well, now you know. If you forget, you can FaceTime me and I’ll give you instructions on how it works.” You pat his shoulder reassuringly before pausing. “Wait, you do know how to FaceTime, right?”

“Yes!” he exclaims, sulking even more before confessing in a quieter, defeated tone, “Hyuck showed me last month.”

Mark grabs his finished drink and follows behind you, settling back onto the couch next to you. The streaming service already has Deathly Hallows Part 1 in the queue and ready to go, and your best friend is ready to click play until he notices your attention being focused on the smaller screen in your hands. He wonders if you’re about to post another one of your popular cooking videos on that app that shares a name with the most iconic song of the 2000s (hint: the name of the song’s singer is made up of four letters and a dollar sign).

“Are you uploading one of your videos?” he implores before taking a sip of his drink with a satisfied smile. Somehow, it always tastes better when you make it, and he can’t figure out why for the life of him. When he went to Johnny’s place, his older friend uses the exact same pod and water ratio for his espresso, and yet, it’s never as good as yours.

“Nah, I’m ordering my grocery delivery before I forget. Do you want anything?” You select the option to load your usual grocery items into your cart before debating on whether or not you should splurge on buying several packages of those seasonal Pillsbury sugar cookies that only come in stock during certain holidays. It seems like such an insult to the entire premise of your Tiktok account based on baking and cooking, but you’re an absolute sucker for those soft pastries.

“Yeah, can you get me a Shin Ramyun ten pack? Hyuck ate the last one two days ago and didn’t tell me.”

“You sure you don’t want ten boxes again?” You decide to get those Pillsbury sugary delights, happily adding three boxes to your cart. Everybody has a weakness, and yours just so happens to be a premade one way ticket to diabetes. You’re here for a good, delicious time, not a long time.

“No! That was an accident!” He objects, flailing his hands around, before falling back against the couch cushions in defeat. “But Hyuck does all the online grocery shopping now.”

“Thank god. You guys finally have quality toilet paper again.”

The past month of bathroom occurrences was plagued with scratchy tissue that felt more like goddamn sandpaper from the horrible depths of hell. To be honest, you probably would have rather used actual sandpaper, given the choice. You even made sure not to drink too much water any time you came over, but today, you decided to splurge on a venti passion fruit iced tea with sweetener from that very popular franchise sporting a mermaid logo and fiscally cosmic name. To your pleasant surprise, your trip to the toilet this time was wonderfully padded with Charmin Ultra Soft, not that absolutely awful off brand one with the gross texture of a dried pinecone from inferno.

“Hey, that toilet paper was a good steal! It was a three for one deal,” Mark protests, and you narrow your eyes at him.

“Wow, I wonder why it was priced so low.” You deadpan, and Mark blanches, recalling all those restroom incidents that were rather rough. Literally.

“Anyway, do you think my viewers wanna see me make chocolate crinkle cookies or mochi doughnuts?” You bring up the two recipes you managed to perfect and add your own spin to on your phone, eyes scanning the ingredient lists.

“Both. And tell me when you’re making them, so I can come over and eat them.” He gives you a wide grin, and you let out a snort at that. His smile only grows as he says happily, “I love your job.”

“You only love it because you can freeload off of me,” you jest, but nevertheless begin to start to add all the ingredients for both recipes to your shopping cart. You always film cooking videos on Tuesdays, edit on Wednesdays, keep Thursdays free for last minute touch ups and emergencies, and post one every week on Fridays with other various random videos uploaded whenever in between. With that in mind, you schedule your upcoming grocery delivery for Monday.

“Hey, you need me. I’m the best taste tester.” He puffs up his chest proudly before hastily tacking on a more genuine reason. “And because I’d starve without you. I can’t live off of instant ramen and frozen chicken nuggets forever. Gordon Ramsay already confirmed my shitty cooking skills. I need you to survive.”

“Oh my god, when I uploaded those pics of your scrambled eggs on Twitter, I lost like a hundred followers in less than a minute.” You confirm the delivery and place your phone on the coffee table, picking up the opened bag of Cheeto puffs before settling back in your seat. “My cooking credibility was completely shot. I had to explain to my fans that I didn’t make those.”

“Yeah, but now everyone calls me Eggy Boi online!” he whines, and you laugh. You have to admit, it’s quite a funny play on the whole “edgy boi” terminology. You wonder if Mark will find it amusing if he discovers his roommate is the culprit behind his new online persona (He probably won’t, and you reckon Donghyuck enjoys living in a safe space where he doesn’t have to sleep with one eye open, so you stay quiet about it. You’ll use it as leverage some other time).

“Okay, Eggy Boi, come by on Tuesday because I’ll be baking in the afternoon,” you say casually, grabbing the remote control from your best friend and pressing play.

You very narrowly avoid a green gummy bear to the face. It lands somewhere behind the couch, lost forever to the dust bunnies and other snacks that missed its target. You know for a fact that it’ll stay there until the boys decide to move to a new apartment. Mark grumbles at the miss, biting off the head of a red cherry flavored gummy bear perhaps a little harder than necessary.

“I hate you. But I’m still coming over next week because I want a doughnut.”

“No cookie?”

“... and a cookie. Maybe two.”

Wednesday comes faster than you expected, and you’re currently holed up in your apartment’s second bedroom—which you had transformed into a snazzy office space—completing the edits to your second video on mochi doughnuts. You already finished polishing the one about the cookies earlier, thank goodness. If you had to stare at your computer screen for another three hours, you would rather eat those pastries Mark tried to make two months ago, but had mistaken salt for sugar. Adding a cup of salt to any baked good is an extremely effective way to make anyone who tasted your best friend’s brownies experience a trip to the beach. Because they essentially just swallowed a mouthful of sand and ocean water. Because it’s salty as heck. Just like Mark was when you told him.

Speaking of your best friend, he’s currently puttering around in your kitchen doing god knows what. He knows better than to try another recipe and possibly blow up your number one moneymaker—your prized oven—in the process. Your heart nearly drops when your ears pick up the faint chopping sounds of a knife against your wooden cutting board. Is he going to try to temper chocolate again? He nearly burned through your entire stock of dark, milk, and white chocolate last time.

After much contemplation and deciding that you deserve a good procrastination break and a fully intact kitchen, you’re about to go out and see what he’s up to when Mark timidly appears in your doorway, clutching onto a white bowl of watermelon cubes with a fork tucked neatly in it. He shuffles in, dropping the snack on your desk before turning to walk out without a word, not wanting to disturb your work mode.

Your heart warms up at the sight, and you speak up, a small smile slipping into your face. “What’s this for?”

“Knowing you, you probably haven’t eaten anything since breakfast.” He pauses in the doorway and adds on sheepishly, “And I can't cook anything, so this is what you get.”

Your heart swells tenfold, and your smile widens even more as you spear a piece of fruit with the fork and quickly pop it into your mouth. “Thanks, Marky.”

His cheeks flush with a pretty shade of carmine, and he fails to suppress the little giddy smile that appears on his face at your nickname for him. He walks out of your office, reddened cheeks still rising up higher than ever. “Y-Yeah, of course. No problem.”

By the time you finish adding the final few touches to your edited video, the bowl of watermelon has been picked clean. You save your video and transfer both of your completed projects to your phone, making a mental note to schedule their uploads and add them to your account’s posting queue later. Shoving your phone in the pocket of your sweats after ensuring the successful transfer of your videos, you pick up the empty dish and walk out towards the kitchen, the silver fork clinking against the side of the bowl with every step.

As you wash the dish and utensil, Mark wanders over from his spot on the couch, leaning forward and casually placing his chin on your shoulder. Almost instantaneously, you feel the heat rising to your cheeks as you briefly fantasize about your best friend wrapping his arms around your waist and how domestic and sweet the two of you would look, like one of those cheesy couples the two of you always made fun of.

“What’s up?” you ask, making a conscious effort to hold your voice steady and not waver over the fact that Mark is basically draped over you. After you place the dish on the drying rack, you turn around to face your best friend, sorely miscalculating the distance as mere inches separate your face from his now.

“I—” Puberty decides to make an ugly appearance in the form of an ill timed voice crack, and he internally curses as he takes a step back, willing the incoming blush to go away. Letting out a small cough, he tries again, scratching the back of his neck nervously.

“I, um, Jisung sent me some kind of dance video. He said it’s a challenge? I kinda don’t know what to do with it? Like do I make a new dance, record myself, and send it back? Actually, isn't it easier to just do a dance battle face to face?”

“Can I see the video?” You already have a good idea on what the video will be, but you want to confirm it. Mark fumbles with his phone, pulling up the video in his text messages. He angles the phone towards you for you to see, and you grab his hand, bringing the device a little closer to you for a better look and clicking play.

“Oh, it’s a Tiktok challenge! He’s doing the Say So dance!” you exclaim, recognizing the song almost immediately as your eyes follow the fluid dance moves, completely enthralled. “So a challenge isn’t going up against someone, like a battle. It’s just some kind of trend or concept that you try to copy yourself. You’re supposed to learn the same dance and record yourself for this one. I can show you some other challenges and help you practice and record this one tomorrow if you wanna drop by after work!”

“O-Oh, okay, sounds good.” Mark stumbles over his words, attempting to focus on what you’re saying and the dance Jisung is doing, but all he can think about is the way your body is pressed against his side, hand comfortably wrapped around his. He freezes up as the tips of his ears grow redder and redder with every passing second, and his face sports a similar color. He silently prays for the telltale crimson to go away by the time the dance is over.

When the video ends, you once again realize the close proximity between you and your best friend. Your face burns at this revelation, and you awkwardly take a step back. Clearing your throat, you hastily release Mark’s hand (He inaudibly lets out the breath he’s been holding in this entire time, yet he also already misses the way your hand felt grasping his).

“Uh, anyway, I’m gonna make a latte. Do you want a drink, too?” You walk towards the other side of your kitchen with Mark trailing behind you. You take out a floral, peachy colored mug from your cupboards before pausing and looking at your best friend. “Wait, do you remember how to use a Keurig?”

“Yes!” He says, slightly exasperated as he picks out his own cup from your cabinet. He always uses the same one—a cerulean blue mug with squiggles all over it—and all of your friends and guests know not to use it because it’s unofficially officially Mark’s mug (And perhaps, you did indeed buy it from that overpriced kitschy tableware shop down the street two years ago with your best friend in mind).

“Really?” You select the latte option and press start after you had already positioned the mug beneath the spout and inserted a green tea matcha pod. He finally relents, shoulders sagging and a defeated expression on his face.

“... No.”

You chuckle, taking the mug from him and carefully putting it on the counter. You grab the espresso pod you know he likes from the drawer below and place it next to the cup. “It’s okay, I’ll teach you again.”

Mark tries. He really does. He tries very hard to concentrate on memorizing the simple process, but he keeps getting distracted. His eyes are focused on the correct button to push before they start to trail up to your fingertips. And then, they go from your hand to your arm, then up to the elegant curve of your neck, and finally, to the way your lashes frame your pretty eyes and how the tip of your tongue sticks out slightly as you concentrate until all he can focus on is you, you, you.

Suddenly, in what feels like a blink of an eye, you’re done and handing him his finished drink, complete with a perfectly whipped milk foam on top. You ask him if he knows how to make it now, and all he can do is lie and nod with a barely convincing smile.

After all, how can Mark tell his best friend that the reason he never remembers is because you’re the biggest distraction?

Mark should be here in five minutes, according to his most recent text message. And in the text message below that, your friend had sent you a challenge. More specifically, it’s the one she completed with Donghyuck a few weeks ago. When you said you wanted bold suggestions on how to figure out if your best friend feels the same way about you as you do about him, you didn’t want one this bold.

Yet, the video link to your friend’s “today I kissed my best friend” challenge along with a winky face from her is staring mockingly at you. While you aren’t one to back down from a challenge, the mere thought of kissing your best friend causes vast colonies of butterflies to erupt in your stomach and your ears to feel as if they have caught on fire. You’re already tongue tied with your head in the clouds, and he isn’t even here yet. How utterly fantastic.

However, your mother definitely did not raise a quitter, so you spring into action when you hear the faint jingling of a key being inserted into your apartment’s door (You had given Mark a copy of your key almost immediately after you had moved in). You move the pretty indoor fern given to you by Jaemin as a housewarming gift last year closer to the edge of your towering bookcase, leaning your phone against it. You quickly position the device to capture a good view of the couch area in your living room and press the record button, arranging a few of the leaves to hide as much of your phone as you possibly can without obstructing the lens.

You run full speed to your bedroom, letting out a sigh of relief when you’re safely inside and hear Mark finally unlocking the door successfully and shuffling in. When he calls out to you, you try to even out your breathing, walking out of your room with your tripod and laptop in hand.

“Hey,” you greet him in the most casual tone you can muster. You place the tripod down and sit before opening your laptop and setting it on the coffee table. “I thought we could watch a few challenges for fun before trying the Say So one. Have you watched Jisung’s videos before?”

“Um, well, no, not really,” he confesses sheepishly, taking a seat next to you on the couch, leg pressing against yours. He squints at the YouTube video you pulled up earlier before he had arrived, reading the title before clicking the space button to start it. “Savage Tiktok dance compilation part two?”

“Wait, hold up.” You pause the video and then turn to face him with an incredulous expression on your face. “You’ve never watched any of Jisung’s dance Tiktoks?”

“No… I don’t even have an account.” His cheeks are dusted with the lightest shade of pink as he quietly admits, “I watch all of yours though.”

Your eyes widen at his confession, face heating up as you stammer out, “O-Oh, well, I can help you make an account later to upload your video.”

“Sounds good.” There’s a few seconds of silence as you mull over his previous words before he speaks up again awkwardly, “Should I, uh, play the video?”

“Oh! Yes, right! Of course, hit play,” you laugh nervously, twisting and playing with the hair tie around your wrist. He starts the video again, and the two of you watch the compilation, slowly relaxing once more as you tap your fingers to the rhythm of the song and he bobs his head to the beat.

“Do I have to change outfits like that?” he questions a few minutes later, eyes growing round as he sees the girl on the screen switch between four different outfits throughout the dance. His closet basically consists of the same five black shirts that he stole from Jaehyun. Even if he did do an outfit swap, there would literally be no difference at all.

“You don’t have to,” you assure him, clicking the enter key to play the next video that’s recommended: another Tiktok dance challenge compilation. “All you have to do is copy the dance.”

Mark nods, taking a glance at the laptop screen before his hand shoots out and he pauses the video, leaning forward to take a closer look at the little recommended video title banner at the top. “Wait! What’s that one?”

He clicks on it, the new video now loading up. The two of you wait patiently for it to begin, waiting for the spinning disc to stop. But it doesn’t. In fact, the whole chrome page goes blank and then, the little pixelated Google Chrome dinosaur pops up on your monitor, announcing that you have no internet connection. Furrowing your eyebrows, you try to reload the page before trying to re-establish your laptop connection to your wifi. Unfortunately, you cannot find your appropriately named “drop it like it’s hotspot” wifi anywhere to connect to.

And that’s when it hits you. Your landlord had sent out a notice to the entire apartment complex last week about the electricity being powered down today from 4 to 6 p.m. for a maintenance check, and a quick glance at the digital clock on your laptop shows that it’s a little past four.

You groan, closing your laptop and flopping back against the couch cushions dramatically. Mark cocks his head, slightly confused, before he pokes you in the arm. “What’s wrong?”

“I completely forgot about the scheduled electricity shutdown for the entire building. We won’t have any wifi for the next two hours.” You pout, your bottom lip jutting out in the slightest, and Mark doesn’t think it’s fair that you get to be this cute and have this much of an effect on his racing heart rate.

“That’s okay, we can… play some board games?” he suggests offhandedly, pushing away the embarrassing thought and nudging your leg with his, and you smile before a sudden idea occurs to you.

“Or we can still do some Tiktok challenges! What was the challenge you clicked on?” You quickly sit upright, turning to face your best friend, eyes sparkling in excitement. “I memorized a few of the dance ones already! Was it Renegade? I can teach you that one. Jisung showed me how to do it.”

“Um,” he starts, rubbing the back of his neck nervously. His eyes dart everywhere, except you, as he lets out a feigned cough. “It wasn’t a dance one. It was about, uh, going up to your boyfriend… and um, hugging him... when he’s playing video games.”

“Oh.” You answer lamely, not knowing what to say. You unsuccessfully try to push away the image of you attempting that challenge with your best friend. “Those are really cute.”

“Really?” He says doubtfully, wrinkling his eyebrows and fiddling with the frayed sleeve of his sweater. “Wouldn’t the dude get mad?”

You don’t know what suddenly possessed you to do this (you’ll have to ask Renjun and his paranormal loving ass later), but you thank whatever demon did for that split second because you find yourself gently grabbing Mark’s arm and slipping your head underneath it. You swing one leg over his lap and settle down until you’re securely sitting in his lap, bent legs on either side of his hips, hands curled around the soft fabric of his sweater on both sides and resting on top of your thighs. His arms instinctively go around your waist, wrapping around you securely.

You tilt your head to the side slightly, studying the flustered boy in front of you with a teasing, albeit a little anxious, smile on your lips. “Are you feeling mad?”

Splotches of red litter his cheeks and decorate the tips of his ears, but your best friend furiously shakes his head at your question, bashfully ducking his head afterwards and muttering a soft “No.”

You swallow hard, heart pounding erratically in your chest as you timidly ask, “Would you be mad if I do this?”

Mark looks up at that, confusion written all over his face. His arms start to loosen around your figure, hands now resting on your waist. “If you do what?”

You take a deep breath. “This.”

You lean in and gently press your lips against his. Mark freezes in shock, and you quickly retreat soon after, gnawing at the inside of your cheek as you wait anxiously for his reaction. Your heart feels like it’s about to fall out of your chest and be buried six feet under.

A tiny noise of surprise belatedly escapes from him and crimson spreads across his cheeks like wildfire. His doe eyes are wide and sparkling, staring at you in bewilderment. Your best friend lets out a small laugh of disbelief before a full blown smile breaks out across his face. He gazes at you adoringly, breathing out softly, “I’m not mad at that.”

You perk up at that, draping your arms around his neck as you lean forward, beaming. “Really? You’re not?”

“Definitely not.”

This time, Mark meets you halfway, his lips slotting against yours perfectly and making you feel tingles up and down your spine. Your eyes are closed, and you are so hyper aware of the way his hands grip your hips, how he tugs you closer, and how his lips chase after yours. The number of butterflies from earlier multiply in your stomach, and you have ascended past cloud nine by now.

When the two of you break apart, your eyes flutter open, and you nudge your nose against his affectionately. The brightest grin blooms on his face once again, and he buries his face in the crook of your neck, muffling his little giggles and hiding the awfully vibrant cerise that rapidly blossoms on his face.

“Is this a good time to tell you congrats for completing your first challenge?” you say, resting your cheek against the crown of his head. You pull away when he lifts his head up, surprised.

“I wasn’t playing video games though,” he says slowly, processing your words and thinking back to the challenge that started this all.

“It was a different challenge. It’s the one that Hyuck did a few weeks ago,” you confess, and realization dawns on him, his face lighting up for a split second before a look of horror takes over.

“Oh, no. Is that why you had your phone recording on the bookshelf?” Mark asks, dread beginning to cloud his mind.

“Yes…” you say slowly, a little perplexed. “Why? What’s wrong?”

“Oh my god, I ruined your video,” he moans, dropping his forehead onto your shoulder. “I saw your phone when I walked in and thought you were filming earlier and forgot to turn it off, so I turned it off for you.”

When the words finally register in your mind, you can’t stop the laughter from bubbling out of your throat, and he raises his head up to look at you with wide doe eyes at the pretty sound. “I’m so sorry! I didn’t mean to!”

You can’t stop laughing at the situation, and he looks at you worriedly, gnawing on his bottom lip slightly. You force yourself to calm down, a soft chuckle leaving your lips before you beam at him, leaning in and placing the softest kiss on the tip of his nose. “It’s okay, Mark. I’m not mad. That video wasn’t important anyway.”

“But still,” he whines before letting out a groan and slapping his hand against his forehead when the realization sinks in even further. “I’m such an idiot.”

“But you’re my idiot now, right?” you say teasingly, albeit a little shyly as well, as you reach over to tug his hand away from his face and lace your fingers with his.

“I mean, I kinda thought I was always your idiot,” Mark laughs softly and a little embarrassedly, eyes averted and cheeks turning pinker than ever. The largest grin spreads across your face at that, and you turn away slightly to hide it. You didn’t think your best friend can possibly be any more endearing, but he manages to prove you wrong every time.

“Well, then now you can add ‘Y/N’s boyfriend’ to your resume,” you say, and he fails to suppress the pleased smile appearing on his face at your remark, his rosy cheeks rising even taller than skyscrapers.

“So, uh, what sort of job description does that have?” He gazes at your intertwined hands in wonder, still completely giddy at the reality of you being his best friend and something more.

“Sharing hoodies, giving me attention, kissing, holding my hand, going on dates, you know, the basics,” you answer, squeezing his hand tenderly, and his doe eyes instantly light up. Mark feels a little bolder than before, and it shows when he grins widely and says:

“Can we do number three again?”

“Yes, we can, Eggy Boi.”

He wrinkles his nose at the name, disgruntled and unimpressed, as he crosses his arms over his chest, sulking. You let out a laugh before leaning in and crashing your lips against his. He immediately relents at that, enthusiastically responding and hugging you closer to him, and you can’t help but smile into the kiss as you feel his own smile appear as well.

At that moment, you decide that you want to change Mark’s personal brand. Because his should be “absolutely wonderful, positively amazing, a cute kisser, your boyfriend, and your bestest friend.” And yes, that is most definitely more than the allotted three words, but again, who’s really counting?

Certainly not you when you’re too preoccupied with kissing your best friend. Correction: best friend and new boyfriend.

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moominjun commented:

so you’re saying the reason why we didn’t get the highly anticipated best friend challenge video is because @ marklyrawr turned the camera off?

donutkillmyvibe replied: yes 😔 I’m sorry to disappoint everyone 🤧

nanaislove replied: omg no bby it’s ok 🥺🥺💞💓💓💝💗 you didn’t have to make an apology video for that 🥺💗💓💘💖

goofys.chuckle replied: yeah it’s mark’s fault. he’s the disappointment here 🥴

morklyrawr replied: hahahahaha stfu hyuck

tytrack commented:

mark is going through puberty. I apologize

dobunny replied: @.@

goofys.chuckle commented:

are we getting whip(ped)lash pt 2 by eggy boi?

morklyrawr replied: YOU’RE THE ONE WHO STARTED THAT NAME?????

goofys.chuckle replied: uh gotta blast 🚀

showmethemonet replied: @ goofys.chuckle does this mean you’re staying over again?

goofys.chuckle replied: @ showmethemonet yes if you want your super cute, mega talented, very handsome boyfriend to still be alive 🥺

showmethemonet replied: @ goofys.chuckle oh my god I didn’t know I was dating bts jin???

moominjun replied: LMFAOOOOO

goofys.chuckle replied: heart 💔 been broke 📉 so many times ⏰ i don’t know 🤔 what to believe 💯 mama 👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩 said 🗣 it’s my fault 😢 it’s my fault 🤦🏻‍♂️i wear my heart ❤️ on my sleeve 💪 i think it’s best 👍🏻 I put my heart ❤️ on ice 🧊

jenojam commented:

why am I not surprised……

itsmebetch replied: just mark thingz 🍉

suhprisemf commented:

mark your head looks flat af

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rebeccccccaaa · 3 years

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P̶h̶i̶l̶o̶p̶h̶o̶b̶i̶a̶

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Peter Parker x Reader

Requested|| (ANON) If this is not too much trouble, could I request something with the reader always trying to run from relationships because all the men in her life hurt her, and then she meets Peter and she's trying so hard not to fall for him, so he starts thinking that there's something wrong with him, until she tells him that she doesn't wanna get hurt again and he's all like 🥺 I'd never hurt you and it's all fluff?

Warnings|| major angst, slight smut but nothing crazy (minors dni)

Author’s Notes|| this kinda sucks but oh well someone will like it lmao

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You sat at the bar wallowing in sadness as if the world’s problems revolve around you. You felt stupid and selfish but you could brush the feeling. You downed yet another drink waving the waiter for another who smiled sympathetically before handing you another glass.

“Hey,” a familiar pulled you from your sulking.

“How’d you find me?” you said quietly.

“Got lucky I guess,” that was a lie; he swung throughout all of downtown New York for the past hour looking for you.

“I suppose you here cause…” you trailed off.

“What happened?” he sat down next to you.

You were hanging with Peter in his room playing video games. You two had a beer just talking as friends do.

Friends.

Friends don’t usually sit this close to each other.

“You ok?”

“Yeah, just feeling a little tired,” you responded.

“You want to stay here tonight?”

“I- I don’t think that’s a good idea.”

“I insist. It’s pretty late and a pretty girl like you shouldn’t be out so late.”

“Peter.”

“What?” he asked.

“Don’t call me that,” you mumbled.

“Oh, I’m sorry. I didn't mean to make you uncom-”

“Maybe I should go,” don’t let him in; he’s just gonna break your heart like the rest of them.

“Y/n,” he stood up with you.

“Why are you running?”

“What?” you defended.

“You’re running away from me. This isn’t the first time you've done this," he explained walking up to you. You instinctively backed away almost insulting Peter. The look in his face was as if you broke his heart. You felt overwhelmed and you needed to get out.

You pulled open the door abruptly hearing your name being shouted. You hurried down the stairs to the busy streets of New York instantly hailing a cab. He asked where to and you gave him a bill telling him however far it would take you.

Peter ran back upstairs freaking out. He pulled his phone out and tried calling you first, he honestly didn’t know what had happened. Peter’s had an infatuation with you since the day you walked through the door in his class.

You two quickly became friends and although Peter wanted something more you always declined his advances and Peter respected that. That didn’t stop him from sharing his fair share of flirty comments that you had always seemed to laugh at. But this time he knew he fucked up calling you pretty but he doesn’t exactly know why it scared you so much.

He suited up quickly and flew out the window searching every bar, club, cafe, library that you could possibly be in. His heartbeat quickened every passing minute that he couldn’t find you until after over an hour of searching and panicking and no response to his phone calls he finally found you. He quickly changes before heading inside as naturally as he could possibly act to not make you even more uncomfortable.

“Hey.”

“I don’t know,” you responded to him.

“Is it me? Is there something wrong with me? Did I do something out of line?”

“No, it’s not you, Peter,” you said, slightly raising your voice but not enough to draw attention.

“Can you at least explain to me what’s making you upset because I hate seeing you like this,” Peter said softly.

“I was just having a bad day,” you lied.

“The other day too? I know there’s something bothering you and I want to help you; I really care about you.”

“You can’t help me,” you said frustratingly.

“Why?” he urged.

“Because it’s about you!”

“But-”

“Gah! Peter, just- ugh!” you rubbed your face stressfully. You don’t want but the way you treated him and how you’ve done this too many times to be considered ‘a bad day’, you owe him an explanation; no matter how hard it’ll be to admit.

“Y/n,” he whispered, reaching out to touch you, making you flinch.

“Are you scared of me?” he asked fearfully.

"No! It’s not that,” you teared up.

“Peter, I’m falling in love with you and it terrifies me,” you whispered, stray tears falling gracefully down your cheeks.

“What?” Peter was indeed surprised. Of course he dreamed about what it would be like if you loved him back but because of the way you avoided him and avoided even the topic of relationships altogether, this was the last thing he was expecting you to say.

“All my life, I thought there was something wrong with me. I was so confused how people can just break someone’s heart so easily. And yet, I still fell in love, over and over again just to get hurt in the end. It went on too long, and I let it. I told myself love is dead. Then I met you. You ruined my plans of dying sad and alone. I tried so hard to not fall but I can’t help it. The second I see you, I get these butterflies in my belly, and it feels like my skin crawls but like not in a bad way, you know? And I’m scared; it scares me,” you cried.

“Y/n,” Peter whispered, bringing his hand up to your back, rubbing softly.

“I’m so sorry that you had to go through all that and I know that my words and promises won’t do much. I just want you to at least hear me. You are the beautiful woman I’ve laid my eyes on, just being around you is enough to make me feel happier. Everyday I wake up thinking about you and-nand I go to sleep with you on my mind. All I do think about you; your smile, your eyes, your lips, your- your body,” he mumbled the last part shyly.

“Y/n, I- I want to be the one that loves you; so much that you wouldn’t even think about heartbreak, you’d forget what it feels altogether."

His words hit you hard. You wanted that; you were so tired of running away but you don’t know if you can handle one more heartbreak; especially from Peter, the guy you fell so hopelessly in love with. Is it worth the risk?

“I just want to feel loved, truly and genuinely loved,” you cried.

Peter moved your hair from your face and wiped the tears with his thumb. One look into his dreamy brown eyes and you fell. Hard.

Peter pressed you against the back of his bedroom door. His lips were soft and velvety against yours. Your hands were intertwined and your stomach couldn’t help the eruption of butterflies. You’ve never particularly felt this emotive before for someone especially so intimately. His lips kissed the shell of your ear so softly you barely felt it.

“My pretty girl,” he whispered before pulling you to the bed.

You sat down lifting your arms for Peter who slowly pulled your hoodie over your head. He kneeled in front of you and pressed kisses down your torso making you wiggle and giggle. His hands cupped your breasts softly, squeezing playfully as his teeth nipped at your skin along your belly.

He brought his hands to your bottoms and you lifted your hips to let him take it off. Once he did, he stood up quickly removing his one clothes and you sat up reaching out to touch his extremely toned torso. He grabbed a condom from the drawer beside the bed and hummed softly at your hands that roamed his body lovingly.

He rolled the condom over his throbbing cock, crawling over you with a devilish smirk. He dipped his head in the crook of your neck kiss softly making you softly moan and sigh in pleasure. Your belly burned with desire aching for his cock. You wrapped your legs around his hips hissing when he pushed himself past your slick folds.

“You’re a bit bigger than I anticipated,” you choked out.

“You need a minute?” he cupped your face.

You weakly nodded holding onto Peter tightly. Once you felt better and the pressure slowly dissipated, Peter brought his hips back and pushed again in you slowly. Your moans bounced off the walls as Peter thrusts sped up.

“You feel so good, baby,” you pressed his forehead against yours.

“Fucking hell,” Peter breathed out.

His thrusts became sloppily and your skin slapped against each other loudly. You moans got louder and higher and Peter’s lower and rougher. Soon enough you couldn’t hold it any longer; your body contracting and tightening under him desperate to cum.

“Pete-”

“Go ahead, baby girl. Let go,” he looked into your eyes.

You let your orgasm rip through you, letting your back arch into Peter and your toes curl. Peter’s mother opened but no sound came through as he reached his own high. His arms gave out after he climaxed and collapsed atop of you. Your body slightly trembled as you calmed yourself.

“Please, please don’t break my heart,” you cried.

“I promise. I could never hurt you,” he kissed you passionately. He could taste your salty tears that stained your lips and tugged on his heart. He held you closely as you fell asleep never once letting go. And for once you felt loved.

Truly, and genuinely loved.

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tbzhours · 3 years

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stargaze

sunwoo x you, high school au, angst, fluffy ending

[summary] sunwoo is scared of his feelings for you, crosses the line one day and realizes how much he’s been hurting you [words] 2.5k [a/n] not sure how i feel about this but i hope you like this ♡

Sometimes, having a crush isn’t so easy.

Sunwoo didn’t know when it started but when he found out you’re in his astronomy class, he couldn’t stop looking at you. You sat in front of him always so whenever you turned around to pass him his paper, he’d always have this weird straight face. It intimidated you but you quickly smiled and turned back to the front.

When it was time for partner discussion, you turned back to him because he didn’t have the effort to tap your shoulder or ask someone else from his side. It never felt like a discussion because you’re the only one talking and he’s just nodding. You wondered what went on in his mind but instead of asking that, you insisted, “What about you? Is pluto really a planet?”

Sunwoo paused, finding words to say except any compliments that would take away from the conversation. He blinked a few times with an “uhhh” then he finally responded, “I think it’s just a rock.”

“What about the characteristics and its orbitational shape? We have a few terrestrial planets. What makes them similar and not?” You asked, trying to see if he could explain more but he scratched his head and slightly pouted.

“I actually don’t know-”

Sunwoo got interrupted when your teacher asked for your attention to give some ideas from your discussions. He was still looking at you when you gave him a small smile. “That’s okay, I can help you later.”

You whispered to him before turning to the front. Sunwoo stared at himself, wondering if he’s just a rock.

After class, Sunwoo somehow ended up walking with you in the hall as you told him about the discussion question from class. You didn’t know if he was listening when you both stopped in front of your lockers, which were next to each other, but you continued talking while he stared at you.

“And that’s some of the reasons why Pluto isn’t a planet anymore.” You looked at him after opening your locker and switching some things out from your bag. “Interesting, huh?”

“Yeah.” Sunwoo smiled then he followed you, opening his locker and setting his stuff away awkwardly. He quickly closed it, the loud sound startling you. He sighed, “I gotta go.”

“Okay.” You smiled like always. “But hey, our end-of-semester exam is coming up so let me know if you want to study together.”

Sunwoo nodded with a hum then he walked away as if he was running away from you. You didn’t think of it much as you closed your locker and headed to your next class.

All of Sunwoo’s friends were shouting in surprise when he told them about you asking if he wanted to study together. It was a routine after they learned of his crush on you because now, all of them wanted to help him. Sunwoo was lying on his bed and removed the blanket from his face to see their eyes widened at him.

“What?”

Eric walked up to him while holding a chip stick in his hand, shaking it at him. “Don’t you know what that means?”

“It doesn’t mean anything?” Sunwoo’s eyes moved to the side as his voice got quiet. His friends groaned at how stupid he sounded.

“Hey, Sunwoo, you don’t even do anything. Why do you even call that a crush?” Chanhee complained, scoffing by Sunwoo’s wardrobe. He had one of his hats on but he took it off and set it back where he found it.

“Yeah, I’d call that a rock.” Haknyeon joked, remembering every single thing Sunwoo had told them from today.

“Hey!” Sunwoo shouted at him and threw a pillow nearby at him but he caught it and laughed loudly.

Eric shook his head and crossed his arms once he sat down beside Sunwoo. “Seriously, what goes on in your head?”

Sunwoo sulked. He looked down at his feet and sighed, “I don’t know. I just don’t want to hurt them if I said anything wrong.”

“Bro.” Eric started while Chanhee rolled his eyes from where he was standing. Haknyeon noticed and he looked at the two sitting on the bed and listened to Eric continue. “Have you even tried?”

“Tried what?” Sunwoo looked at him. He didn’t hear Chanhee and Haknyeon sighing in disappointment as his eyes desperately filled with wanting to know everything, about how to manage his stupid heartly crush.

“Talking to them!” Eric argued in a strong tone, though his voice wasn’t as loud. With Sunwoo’s puppy eyes, Eric sighed and told him, “If you don’t do anything, then you’re going to end up hurting them.”

The exam finally came up while Sunwoo rejected your study sessions. You understood him and let him off with your regular smile. When you passed the exam back to him, you whispered good luck.

An hour went by and the last person got up and handed their exam to the teacher. He announced that everyone had turned it in then everyone cheered. He got up and sat at the front of the table in front of the board.

“We still have ten minutes left though.”

Everyone groaned and sighed harshly because they wanted to get out early. Your teacher laughed softly at their reaction then he continued.

“As I was watching how hard everyone was taking their exam, I thought about how our future really stands in your hands and-” He pretended to choke in his tears with a fist pressing his lips. Your class laughed and asked him to stop because he was always like this whenever his classes take exams. The teacher got it back together and finished off class after announcing, “Anyway, remember when I said I might give extra credit points if you go see the stargazing event? Well, I’m allowing it, especially if you want to enhance your grade. You can go solo or in groups. All you need is a picture of you there, alright? Class dismissed.”

You were excited. You usually go see the stars at the weekly stargazing even at the local park with the elderly next door from your house once a month. You told Sunwoo about it, reasoning that you kind of want to go and get your grade up another letter and since your neighbor couldn’t go this month due to their visit at the hospital, you wouldn’t mind if he wanted to come along.

“What do you say? Do you want to go see it? It’s super pretty at night.” You explained, grinning once you both stopped by your lockers.

“I don’t know yet.” He scratched his head. All of a sudden, you handed him a note. He didn’t realize you were scribbling something on there when he was still in his head.

“Here’s my number. Let me know if you want to go before this Saturday.” You flashed a smile before you turned away into your locker.

Sunwoo could hear the rustle from your loose paper of notes that were stuck inside your notebook. He was losing his mind. He really thinks you’re kind, too kind that he couldn’t bring himself to say what he wanted to say. These stupid words were running through his head and wouldn’t come out. His heart was racing then he suddenly called out your name.

You looked at him, eyes slightly large from voice. You slowly closed your locker and set your backpack behind you and waited for him to say something.

“I don’t think I want to go with you. I mean, it sounds fun, really, but I don’t want people to think we’re dating, you know?” He chose the wrong words and laughed a little afterwards. Everything felt so wrong when you weren’t smiling anymore.

“Is that what you think?” You asked, slow yet so soft-spoken. You paused, watching how his eyes panicked. You let out a shivering sigh with your thumb scratching the strap of your bag. “You could have just said you didn’t want to.”

Sunwoo realized a second ago that he didn’t mean what he said. He couldn’t find the words to fix it. “I… I’m-”

“No, it’s…” You interrupted him. You didn’t smile like you used to and before you walked away passing him, you told a little lie. “It’s fine.”

“Sunwoo, what the hell was that?” Chanhee was furious from across his room after Sunwoo told them what happened.

Haknyeon suddenly passed a Dating 101 book by Sunwoo’s feet. “Here, you’ll need this.”

Eric, who was sitting on the bed beside Sunwoo like before, kicked the book away and shook his stupid friend’s shoulders. “How could this happen? You just lost your chance!”

“I’m doomed!” Sunwoo cried when he got up and held onto Eric’s arms. “I don’t know what to do now!”

Haknyeon looked up at Chanhee and whispered, “He really just did that.”

Chanhee shook his head when he crossed his arms then he saw something falling from Sunwoo’s sweater pocket when he got up to stomp on the floor like a crazy person.

“Hey, what’s that?” Chanhee pointed at the floor.

“Is that (Y/N)’s number?” Eric asked then he slowly turned to Sunwoo, who was still looking at the note with his eyes wide open. “Sunwoo?”

Haknyeon was laughing by himself, surprised at how Sunwoo’s story was turning out. “Wow, you still have a chance.”

“To apologize.” Chanhee finished his sentence. He walked up to Sunwoo and picked up his note. He gazed at the number and smirked at him. “Do you want this to work or not?”

Of course, Sunwoo did. He wanted to make it work this time, especially when you’re always so nice to him. He couldn’t even tell if you liked him like how he liked you; that’s one of the main reasons why he didn’t try to talk to you. The other reason was just because he was scared but he realized being scared hurt you all of this time. He wanted to fix this when he nodded at Chanhee.

His friends suggested him to call or text you to apologize but Sunwoo didn’t. He was still holding himself back but when he saw that you weren’t in school the day before the stargazing event, he finally texted you.

sunwoo: hey it’s sunwoo! i’m sorry about what i said the other day :( can i still meet you tomorrow at the park? you: sure

When that night came, Sunwoo was texting and sending you pictures of what he’d be wearing from different angles in case you can’t find him later. You rolled your eyes but you couldn’t help to smile because he’s probably thinking you’re still upset or something. You quickly took a picture of your outfit from your mirror but you didn’t send it back to him. Instead, you wrote a text.

you: i’ll give you one of my extra credit points if you find me later :)

Upon arriving at the park, there were already some people there, waiting to see the stars. It was luckily clear out and the sun was setting well over the ends of the sky. You opened a blanket down onto the grass, settling on the spot with other people at least ten feet away. There were many children out and you waved at one when one of them was looking at you.

After a while, you started to take random pictures of the sky and the trees around the park as you stayed sitting. It wasn’t until you turned back to take a picture of the wide dark sky near the parking lot when Sunwoo came into the frame. You set your phone down and saw him blushing his way to you.

“You made it.” You smiled then you patted the empty spot beside you for him to sit.

Sunwoo sat there and hid his hands in the pockets of his jacket, feeling awkward since the last time he saw you. He was ready to tell you his heart when he sighed. You turned to him when he slipped, “You owe me that extra credit point.”

You laughed at how nonchalantly he said. His lips curved slowly on both sides from the sound of your voice then you let him know, “I’ll tell our teacher about it.”

“Thanks.” Sunwoo sighed then he looked up at the darkening sky. “I still have a lot to say.”

“Well?” You tilted your head at him when he met your eyes.

He didn’t know where to start but he hoped that you didn't think he was trying to wing through. “I wanted to apologize for saying about what people would think of us. I think I was just scared of how I was feeling.”

“You're scared of your feelings? Of just being you?” You questioned, wanting to know more. Honestly, he looked really innocent right then because of his sad pout. You smiled a little as he smiled too.

“No, my feelings for you.” Sunwoo chuckled, shaking a hand at you. When he set it down, his eyes got soft. “I like you, I have been. I just didm’t know why I couldn’t show you how I feel about you.”

“I kinda figured.” You shrugged then you leaned back with your hands behind you. You started to look up at the sky, watching how the stars were beginning to show up. Sunwoo was so shook at your side that you could see him from the edge of your eyes.

“You did?” He gasped and leaned forward to see you. “How?”

“You don’t say much and you keep giving me that look.” You answered before getting up. Your face was so close to his that he could feel the rush on his cheeks.

“T-then what do we do?” He stuttered again, eyes falling on the ground for a moment. He peeked back up at you and asked, “Are we dating now?”

You burst into a laugh yet he didn’t join you because he was still feeling bad. You patted him on the shoulder and assured him, “Not yet but we’re heading there.” You crossed your arms, feeling the cool breeze as you continued, “I’m still a little mad about what you did so we can start here.”

Sunwoo took off his jacket, revealing his hoodie from under and he set it over your shoulders while avoiding your eyes. “Are you still mad?”

“Sunwoo, that’s not how it works.”

“How does it work?” He asked innocently still.

You wanted to tell him to follow his heart but you shook your head. “Just hold my hand for now.”

He complied as you smiled at the thought of how funny it would be to forget about taking pictures for the extra credit. You both gazed at the stars soon after. At least this was one way Sunwoo could open his heart to you.

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does-this-look-logicality-to-you · 3 years

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words: 1952 universe: human au characters: Logan, Patton, a bunch of random original characters pairings: romantic logicality (it’s not the main focus though) warnings: brief mention of suffocation, language, otherwise none i can think of a/n: i owe this idea to my good friend lilia, aka @croftersjam15 on pinterest. a huge thank you to her for the idea, and i hope y’all enjoy.

Logan stood at the door. Just ring the doorbell. It isn’t hard, just reach out and touch it. Why aren’t I moving? It’s so simple! Logan, you pathetic idiot, why can’t you do this one simple thing?

“Lo? You okay?” Logan was shaken out of his thoughts by the sound of Patton’s concerned voice and the feeling of his hand on the other’s shoulder.

“Hm? Oh, I’m fine.”

Patton gave him a doubtful look. “You don’t look fine.”

“Just… nervous.

He looked up at him, sympathy and worry flooding his expression. “Oh no, why?”

“It’s nothing to worry about,” Logan reassured him.

Patton frowned. “Yes, it is. Is it about meeting my family?”

Logan hesitated, then nodded slowly. “I’m sorry, I know it’s all I’ve been worrying about all day, but—”

“Logan,” he interrupted gently. “You don’t need to apologize for feeling things, remember? It’s normal to be a little anxious about things like this.”

He sighed. “You’re right.”

“I know I am. Now, do you want me to ring the doorbell?”

“Please do.”

Patton gave his boyfriend a reassuring smile, and Logan felt his muscles relax a little as he rang the bell. Almost immediately, the door swung open. Both of them immediately recognized the woman on the other side.

“Mama!” Patton swept her into a bear hug, and Logan couldn’t help but smile fondly as he watched.

“Hi, Pattycake!” She peppered his face in kisses, making him giggle, before pulling back and looking at Logan with a smile that shared an almost perfect likeness with Patton’s. “And Logan! It’s so wonderful to see you again. Come in, come in!”

Logan stepped inside, doing his best to mask his nerves. “Hello, Mrs. Morris. It’s nice to see you too.”

“You know you can just call me Miranda.”

Great. He hadn’t been here for a minute and he’d already made a mistake. “Right. I’m sorry, Miranda.”

“Oh, it’s no problem at all. Come on, let’s go see everyone else.” She started toward the kitchen. Patton took Logan’s hand and gave it a gentle, reassuring squeeze before the two went after her.

There weren’t many people there yet, as far as Logan could see. There was a small group of adults in the kitchen, but that was about it. Logan recognized one of them as Simon Morris, Patton’s father. “There he is! Hey, Patty!” Simon greeted him. Patton hurried over and hugged his father tightly. Not even thirty seconds had gone by when Simon caught sight of Logan and let go of his son. “And what do you know, Logan’s here!” He held his arms out. Logan felt his stomach flip, but he came over and hugged Simon anyway. The older man’s grip was tight, nearly suffocating Logan, but he managed to hold on until Simon finally let him go. “I should introduce you to the rest of the family, eh? That’s Miranda’s brother Rick, and his husband Carlos.” He pointed to them as he said their names. Rick looked somewhat like his nephew, while Carlos was shorter and had more sharp and angular features. Nevertheless, both of them looked friendly enough. Logan recalled that Patton was very close to them both, and considered them to be secondary parental figures.

“It’s nice to meet you.” Logan held his hand out to shake one of theirs, but was pulled into another hug by Rick.

“You must be Logan! Patty’s told us all about you!”

“He has?” Logan’s voice was choked by the tightness of the hug.

“Oh, absolutely!” Carlos piped in. “We ask about you every time we talk to ‘im, and he always has so much to say!”

Logan couldn’t keep a small smile from crossing his face. “Oh. Well, I’ve heard quite a lot about the two of you as well.” Rick looked pleased, before realizing that he was still squeezing Logan. He released his grip.

“Sorry ‘bout that, I got excited.”

“It’s alright.” He stepped away, allowing Patton to hug his uncles. Once they released him, he looked around.

“Where’s everyone else?”

“They’re not here,” Miranda replied. “Looks like you guys were pretty early.”

“So are you,” he pointed out.

“Oh, we’ve been here for hours helping with preparations.”

“Is there anything we can do to help?”

“Nope! Everything’s good to go.”

“If you change your mind, let us know.” Patton went back to his boyfriend, slipping Logan’s hand into his own.

Just then, the doorbell rang.

“Ooh, our first guests!” Miranda exclaimed enthusiastically. “Pat, could you let them in?”

“Of course? Lo, you wanna come with?”

Logan hesitated for a moment. Did he want to come with him? He certainly didn’t want to attempt to make small talk with a group of adults he barely knew, and this was a good way to avoid that. “Sure. It was nice to meet you, Rick, Carlos. And it’s nice to see you again, Simon and Miranda.” The four of them smiled at him, before he and Patton went to the front door. Patton turned the handle and had barely pulled the door back an inch before a horde of small children exploded inside and immediately swarmed Patton, hugging him and climbing on him.

“Uncle Pat! Uncle Pat!”

“Hi, Uncle Pat!”

“I missed you, Uncle Pat!”

“Pick me up, Uncle Pat!”

“Look, Uncle Pat! I lost my tooth!”

“Well I lost two teeth!”

“Do you like my new dress, Uncle Pat?”

“Uncle Pat, do you remember me? I was five when I last saw you, but now I’m six!”

“Uncle Pat, guess what? We got a puppy!”

“Are you gonna take us to get ice cream again, Uncle Pat?”

“Uncle Pat! Lookit my new plushie!”

“Yours is ugly! Lookit mine, Uncle Pat!”

Logan was beginning to regret not staying with the other adults, feeling his anxiety come rushing back. He knew there would be children, but he hadn’t imagined this many of them.

“Hi, everyone!” Patton giggled. “I missed you guys too!”

One of the older ones turned to look at Logan. “Who’s that, Uncle Pat?”

All at once, twelve pairs of eyes locked on him, the previous excited energy disappearing abruptly from all of them, and a jolt of fear travelled up his spine. He had never been very good at socializing with children, especially of the younger variety like these ones were.

“He’s my boyfriend!” Patton told them cheerfully, either completely missing Logan’s panicked expression or ignoring it. “Everyone, this is Logan.”

“He’s tall,” one of them remarked.

“Taller than you, even,” added another.

“Isn’t he the guy on the news in the morning?”

Logan’s stomach twisted. He had been hoping to not be recognized for his work. He didn’t do what he did for the public exposure.

“That’s right, Max!” Patton replied, looking impressed. “He does the weather!”

“Why?” Max asked, tilting his head. “Isn’t that boring?”

“Max!” one of the older boys scolded. “You don’t say that to someone!”

“No, it’s alright.” Logan forced his voice to be even and calm. “I do it because I’m interested in what happens in the sky.”

“Like space?” a little girl asked him, her eyes wide.

Logan couldn’t help but smile. “Especially space. I’ve always found it fascinating.”

“I think it’s fas-i-cating too!” she squealed.

“Fascinating,” Logan corrected. “But you like space?”

She nodded eagerly. “What’s your favorite planet?” she wanted to know.

“Pluto.”

“Like Mickey’s dog?” one of them asked.

At that, one of the children started barking like a dog. The others joined in, and Logan gave Patton a puzzled glance. He just shrugged.

“No, not the dog,” Logan tried to say, but the barking drowned him out. Lucky for him, the little girl who had shown interest in space before heard him.

“Hey!” she yelled, and all of the others went silent again. “I wanna hear what Uncle Lo’s saying!”

Uncle Lo? Logan couldn’t tell if those words made him feel uncomfortable or touched.

“As I was saying,” Logan continued. “Pluto is the farthest planet from the sun. It’s so far away, in fact, that many scientists don’t consider it a planet. But I haven’t given up on it yet.”

What do I say now? Shit, shit shit, I don’t know what to say? Uh… why don’t I ask her about her favorite planet? That’s a good idea. Do that.

“What’s your favorite planet?” he asked.

“I like Jupiter,” she told him. “It’s the biggest.”

“That’s right. Did you know it’s made of gas?”

“Woah, really?”

“That’s right. It’s what we call a gas giant.”

“Is it the only one?”

Logan shook his head. “No, it’s not. Jupiter, Saturn, Uranus, and Neptune are all gas giants.” He ignored the chorus of giggles when he said the word “Uranus”. He’d laughed at that when he was younger, too. “And did you know that Jupiter has rings, just like Saturn? It isn’t as famous for them, but they are there.”

As Logan rattled off facts, the children listened intently, as if he was telling the most engaging story they had ever heard. Some occasionally asked questions or made comments, which Logan didn’t hesitate to answer. Maybe this won’t be so bad.

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“And those stars over there make up Scorpius, the scorpion. Some myths say that Artemis sent it to kill Orion after he boasted that he could kill all the animals, and Zeus put it in the sky when it won the battle. Others say that Apollo, Artemis’s brother, sent it after Orion when he said he was a better hunter than Artemis. Zeus put them both in the sky.”

Logan was lying in the backyard, all twelve children surrounding him.

“I bet I could beat it if I tried,” Max mumbled.

“You could not,” murmured Heidi, Max’s older sister. “It’s way bigger than you. It’d totally crush you.”

Logan glanced around them, a soft smile spreading across his face when he saw most of them were asleep. It wasn’t very late for him, but it was for many of them.

“Hi, guys.” Logan looked up to see Patton standing above them, grinning.

Max’s energy returned, and he leapt to his feet. “Uncle Pat! Guess what? Uncle Lo taught us all about the stars!”

“Oh yeah?” Patton looked at his boyfriend with an adoring expression.

“Yeah! He told us all about Ursula Major and Aquarium and Scorpiss!”

“What?”

“Ursa Major, Aquarius, and Scorpius,” Logan explained. “And many more.”

“Ohh. That’s so cool!”

“Mhm! Is he gonna be here next time?”

“Maybe. Did you like hanging out with him?”

“Yeah!”

Patton smiled warmly at them. “I’m so glad. Uncle Lo and I have to go now, okay?”

“Do you have to?” Max looked up at his uncle with wide puppy-dog eyes.

“Sorry, buddy. It’s getting late.”

“Awww.” He pouted.

“I promise, we’ll come visit you, ‘kay?”

“Okay.” Logan stood, and Max hugged his leg. “‘Bye, Uncle Lo.”

“Goodbye, Max.” He patted his head.

Patton leaned down and kissed his nephew’s cheek, then took Logan’s hand. Max reluctantly let go of his leg and plopped down on the grass, watching them walk inside.

“‘Bye, Logan!” said Miranda, who was in the living room. “It was nice seeing you!”

“It was nice seeing you too.” He gave her a polite wave, before he and Patton went out the front door and to their car. Patton got in the driver’s seat, while Logan got into the passenger’s.

“Sorry I left you,” Logan told him.

“No, no, I didn’t mind at all! It was cute! You looked like you were having a lot of fun.”

“I was,” he admitted. “I hadn’t expected to.”

“I know you didn’t.” Patton leaned over to kiss his cheek before starting the engine. “But I’m happy you had a good time.”

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emy-loves-you · 3 years

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Wrong Numbers and Useless Gays Chapter 12

Starlight, Star Bright

Virgil’s list of crushed is growing, but why do they seem so familiar?

Chapter 11 | Masterlist | Chapter 13

The next day, Virgil found himself walking up to Puppy Pastries. He had texted a standard “Good morning” to his crushes before leaving to go flirt with Angel. He decided not to tell his crushes about Angel. If he had any chance with the three of them, it would be immediately lost the moment he told them about his new crush. Part of him was worried that Angel would recognize him as Anxiety, but so far there was nothing on social media that hinted at Anxiety even living in Florida. So either Angel didn’t recognize him, or he knew and decided to respect Anxiety’s privacy. Even though it was probably the first option, Virgil felt his blush grow at the thought of Angel caring that much.

Virgil entered the cafe at 11 AM, scanning the people there. Today was obviously a slow day, with only 3 customers throughout the building. As Virgil made his way to the counter, he saw the same worker from yesterday- Katherine, if he remembered correctly. Katherine’s eyes widened at the sight of him, and she quickly turned to face the kitchens. “Boss!”

“Yes, Kyle?” Angel’s asked, still obviously caught up in whatever he was doing. Kyle? Virgil glanced around until he saw a blue pronoun bracelet on Kat- Kyle’s wrist.

“That one guy from yesterday? He’s back.” Virgil heard the clunking of pots and pans before Angel came out covered in flour, wiping his hands off with a blue dishtowel. He wore a light blue apron with the Puppy Pastries logo written in cartoonish white letters.

Flirt Mode: Activated.

“Hey there, Angel.” Anxiety purred, leaning up against the counter. “Did you just lose a flour-fight or something?”

Angel blushed, looking down at his apron. “Nah, I just spilled a little, that’s all.” He looked back up, a slight scowl on his face. “Now, why did you tip $100 on a free meal, Kiddo?”

Anxiety smirked. “Why did you give me an extra muffin, Beautiful?”

“Because I almost broke your nose with a door!” He near-yelled, clenching the towel in his hands. He must really be beating himself up about this.

“And you cleaned me up and gave me an ice pack.” He glanced at the cup of lollipops on the counter, priced at $1 apiece. He took a dollar out of his pocket before grabbing the lollipop, quickly unwrapping it to stick in his mouth.

“It was the right thing to do! You still didn’t have to tip!” The guy looked close to hyperventilating. Anxiety sighed, pulling the lollipop out with a quiet pop.

“Listen,” he said, lazily gesturing with his lollipop. “Tipping you was my decision, got it? I was gonna tip anyways, if only because Kyle made my friend’s monster drink without complaint. And I shouldn’t have been standing in the doorway, either. So don’t blame yourself, cutey.” He turned to Kyle, who seemed to be watching them talk like it was a tennis match. “One medium chai tea and a… blackberry muffin, please.”

“On the house!” Angel yelled before Kyle could list off the price. “You’ve already paid enough to have breakfast here for at least the whole week. Let me make it up to you, please.”

Anxiety sighed, pulling out his wallet. “Angel, if you don’t let me pay for this, I’m just gonna tip again. You’ve already made it up. Stop it with this guilty shit or I’m gonna have to do something drastically expensive.” He and Angel had an intense staring contest before Angel huffed, going back to the kitchen. Anxiety paid for his breakfast before walking out the door. “Nice talking to you Angel, Kyle!”

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Virgil sighed as he finished his muffin. It wasn’t quite noon yet, and the streets started getting a little more hectic with people on lunch break. Virgil walked aimlessly down the street, having planned nothing beyond visiting Puppy Pastries. He stopped at a random library, deciding to take a look inside. Lo’s Birthday is in a few weeks. I’m already getting him chocolate, but maybe something in here can give me ideas?

Virgil strolled through the library, trying to find anything on space. He eventually found a section tucked away in the corner. Even though the section was near impossible to find, it was definitely popular, judging by the massive array of books on the shelves. He quickly grabbed the first book he saw and opened it up, skimming it to see if it might interest Lo. His heart sunk as he realized something.

“May I be of assistance?” Virgil’s eyes shot up, staring at the man in front of him. He had dark brown hair, brushed neatly out of his face. He wore a pair of square glasses, which perfectly framed his dark blue eyes. He wore a black button-up shirt with a perfectly straightened navy blue tie. He also wore a pair of dark wash jeans that perfectly hugged his-

Flirt Mode: Activated

“There are many ways you could help me, Beautiful.” Anxiety purred out, closing the book and putting it on the shelf. “But unless you know anything about space, you can’t really help me with this problem.”

If the man realized that Anxiety was flirting, he didn’t acknowledge it. “I happen to know a great deal about space. I have read the majority of the books in this section. Now, what is this problem of yours?”

Anxiety sighed, carding a hand through his hair. “My friend’s birthday is in a few days, and I need a present for him. I know he really likes space, so I was hoping I could find information in one of these books. But then realized that I don’t know anything about space beyond the names of the planets.”

The man sighed. “That is a problem.” He turned to the shelf next to Anxiety, pulling out a giant paperback book. He then handed it to Anxiety. “This book gives simplistic descriptions of most of our universe’s known types of celestial bodies. If you are only learning this to find a proper gift, this will be your best choice. If you need any further assistance, I will be here until 2 PM.”

Anxiety smiled, giving the man a casual two-finger salute. “Thanks, Starlight. I’ll let you know if I have any questions.” Starlight blushed at the nickname before walking away.

He stayed at the library for around 2 hours, taking pictures of what he found interesting and finding Starlight when there was something he didn’t understand. Every time he asked a question, Starlight would get a certain shine in his eyes as he spoke passionately about the topic at hand. Starlight would stop every few sentences to make sure that he understood, and every time Anxiety would give his own recap while flirting. By the time they were finished, Anxiety felt confident enough to hold a decent conversation about space, and Starlight’s cheeks were bright red.

It was now 1:45 PM, and Virgil was ready to head home. He put the book back on the shelf and went to the front desk, where Starlight stood helping an older woman. He waited until the woman left before approaching. “Oh, did you have another question?”

“Nah, just wanted to say goodbye before I head out. Thanks again for the help. Will you be here on Monday? You know, in case I have another question?”

Starlight smiled, typing something into the computer. “Yes. I am here from 10 AM to 2 PM every weekday.” He paused, looking up at Anxiety’s face. “I’ve been meaning to ask all day, and I don’t mean to be rude, but what happened to your face?”

Anxiety cringed, hand flying to cover his nose. Even though it’s not broken, his nose was still an ugly shade of purple. “I fought a door,” he joked, “the door won. Catch you later, Starlight.” And with that, he walked away.

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The next day, when Virgil gushed to Janus and Remus about how cute both Angel and Starlight were, they were cackling with laughter. He ended up sending another box of chocolates to Logan, if only to talk to someone that wasn’t laughing at him. They spent the weekend debating whether or not Pluto was a planet. Logan wasn’t quite sure how to respond to Virgil’s main argument of “Viva La Pluto Fuck You.” Virgil, on the other hand, was extremely thankful for those questions he had asked Starlight over Dwarf Planets. Every time he saw Patton or Logan take a moment to respond, he imagined how they would look in that moment; Patton’s face would be bright red from giggling. Logan’s would be bright red from Patton’s teasing puns. They would be curled up on the couch, their glasses shining from the bright light of their phones-

Wait a minute, why the hell was he imagining them with glasses? Sure, it would probably match their aesthetics (especially Logan’s nerdiness) but they’ve never mentioned wearing glasses. So why was he imagining it? Virgil thought for a few more minutes before he sighed, going back to their conversation. The increase in social interactions must be triggering his overactive imagination. That makes sense, right? Virgil smiled. Lo and Starlight would be proud of him, finding logical and rational reasoning instead of freaking out.

But why did that thought make him feel so… uneasy?

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sleekervae · 3 years

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The Neighbour [0.3]

Something was irrevocably different with Remington; Emerson picked it off right away. On an early Tuesday afternoon, with the air thick and humid and the sun beating down like a plague (no pun intended), Remington was fussing over himself more than usual. He had changed out of four or five different outfits, playing with his hair, and was it appropriate for him to wear makeup? Eva hadn't seen him with it on, yet. No, it was probably best to keep it casual for now. Then again, he had a fantastic highlight that worked absolute magic under the sun...

It was around eleven thirty when Remington finally came down, dressed down but still presentable in a simple pair of ripped skinny jeans and a t-shirt. Emerson and Shy were sat on the couch as they watched Netflix, Pepper situated between them. Remington stopped short when he saw the pair cuddled up on the couch, he smiled deviously.

"Eugh! You guys are so flippin' cute it's gross!" he gushed, putting on his diva voice.

Shy chuckled softly, "Hi Rem,"

Emerson's attention diverted to his older brother, intrigued to see him all ready to go out somewhere.

"Where are you going?" he asked.

"Coffee with Eva," Remington replied simply.

"The neighbour with the cat?" Shy said.

"Yeah," Remington nodded, "Emerson tell you she gave us a loaf of bread last week?"

"He did," she smiled, "Poor thing, I felt for her. She looked so flustered at the pool,"

"Well, moving is a bitch already. Throw in Covid 19 and you got a real thorn in the ass," Emerson said, then turning back to his brother, "You gonna' be social distancing?"

"We're going to drink our coffee and walk around in the park," Remington replied, "She works from home anyway,"

"So, who asked who for the coffee?" Emerson asked.

Remington shrugged, stopping at the hallway mirror to fix his hair again, "She brought up how she hasn't had a chance to get around the neighbourhood, so I offered, she accepted. She has our vinyl too,"

"Which one?" Emerson asked.

"Boom Boom Room,"

"Side A or B?"

"A,"

"I'd approve either way,"

Shy couldn't help but subconsciouly squeeze Emerson's arm, a glimmer of excitement bursting behind her eyes, "So, she's a fan, too?"

"Took her a minute to figure it out. Didn't even bring up Em or Seb, so clearly she pays more attention to me," the blonde smirked.

Emerson glowered at his brother, "Yeah, yeah, go for your cup of fuck-off-ee," he grumbled.

Across the street, with her room strewn in discarded clothes that just didn't make the cut, Eva finally felt confident standing in her denim skirt and black tee. On any other day she'd have paired the ensemble with her pleather jacket, but it was too damn hot out. Even with the window letting in a cool breeze, the air was uncomfortably humid. What did she expect when moving from the Emerald City to Los Angeles?

Eva made sure to close and latch the window shut before she left, not eager for Pluto to go off on another reign of terror. Stopping to grab a fresh face mask, her phone suddenly began to vibrate in her purse. She figured it might have been Remington sending her a text, but the screen flashed to the Blocked Caller ID. Eva rolled her eyes and denied the call.

Stepping out into the humidity, Eva waved her hand over her face as she stepped out of the complex courtyard, just at the same time Remington was locking the door to his house. As soon as she caught his eye, he was all smiles.

She was glad to see him; a little relieved, even. He looked cool, cool enough to appear on some grungy magazine cover. All he needed to complete the look was a cigarette and maybe a skateboard, too. The messy blonde hair, the glimmer in his eyes brought back the warmth she associated with his presence and as she came to meet him at his car, his spicy cologne danced up her nose and imprinted itself in her olfactory memory.

Remington had never been more wary of how his hands shook, his left hand he stuffed into his jean pocket and the right he gripped his car keys with a vice-esque grip. He found himself mesmerized briefly by the fit of her skirt, her black t-shirt tucked in smoothly but not too tight to over expose her figure, but just enough to give Remington an idea. Her short brown hair fell delicately over her face, one side pushed back behind her ears and exposing her stormy blue eyes to the sunshine. She was the embodiment of innocence and grunge wrapped into a perfect five-foot-six package.

"Glad you didn't stand me up," he grinned.

"Well, I kind of happen to live right over there," she drawled, pointing to her balcony, "It'd be kind of awkward and hard to hide if I tried,"

"You look really nice," he nodded after a brief moment.

"So do you," she agreed with confidence, "Where we off to?"

There was a forested park not far from where they lived. Despite the pandemic, the fields were filled with older kids playing games of soccer and basketball, there were vendors out trying to sell their ice cream, a couple girls were scattered across the grass and sunbathing. It almost all seemed so normal, if not for the fact that the kid's jungle gym had been fenced off so no child could climb upon it.

The pair walked side-by-side, him with his iced black coffee and her with a green tea frapp -- no whipping cream. The gravel path they walked was shaded by a canopy of lush green trees, providing some relief from the hammering heat. Remington kept his gaze locked on her, worried to miss a moment where she'd crack a smile or briefly run her tongue over her lips. Her fingers appeared so dainty yet he could spot the small calluses at the middle joint of her thumb, and some paper cuts on her middle and index fingers.

"So, how does a ghostwriter get hired?" Remington asked, "Do you just openly advertise 'hey! If you're a lazy author, come hire me'?"

"No," Eva shook her head with a giggle, "I used to write articles for the newsletter at my college, and then a friend of mine forwarded me an email about a client who was looking for a ghostwriter. I didn't know much about it but the money was pretty good. It was a grant application for requesting financial aid for survivors of residential schools,"

"Sounds depressing," Remington said.

"It was pretty heavy shit," Eva admitted, "But, I did get fifteen-hundred for a six page application. Well worth it, I'd say,"

Remington blew an impressed whistle, "So you make pretty good money off of this?"

"Let's just say my student debt has decreased significantly since I took up the profession," and she took a brief sip of her drink.

"You ever publish anything under your own name?" he asked, "Eva Kuznetsov is a cute pen name. Evelina sounds more mature, though..."

Eva shrugged, "I think about it sometimes... but it's just easier to write under someone else's name and let them have all the glory. Say, if they happen to do something stupid to forever tarnish their career, that won't come back to bite me in the ass,"

Remington smirked, "Like a particular fantasy author who's made some pretty heavy comments concerning the trans community?"

"Let's not even talk about that, my heart still breaks when I think about it," Eva sighed, "To answer your question, however, if I got confident enough I may try to publish something in the future,"

"What else do you like to write?"

Eva opened her mouth but closed it quickly, pressing together her petunia pink lips as she visibly swallowed whatever words were about to pass through them. When she looked up at Remington again, his brown eyes dark like soaked coffee grinds that sent her into a caffeinated headrush. What would he think if she actually told him...

"I write poems, some short stories," she somewhat lied.

Remington's smile grew wider, mischief glimmering over his face like light beams reflecting over windchimes in a saturated dusk, "You hesitated just now," he spoke curiously, "What else do you write?"

Eva glanced down at the ground, a nervous giggle bubbling out and knocking the air out of her lungs, "Okay listen, don't judge me, it's just a hobby of mine,"

"Oh God!" Remington gasped, "Do you write porn?"

Eva laughed again, her pale cheeks flushing in red, "Well... I do happen write some naughty shit... in my fanfictions,"

Remington stopped dead in his tracks, taken aback by her answer. He totally thought she would say something along the lines of erotic fiction on a platform like Literotica. For understandable reasons, he had some mixed emotions about fanfictions.

"What kind of fanfiction?" he asked, somewhat bordering on the third degree.

"... Um..." she glanced at him again, the smirk on his lips compelling more giggles to burst from hers. She pressed her hands together over her nose and mouth, and Remington laughed as well.

"Okay listen, I promise," he put his right hand over his chest, "I promise I will not judge you for whatever smut you write for whoever," he assured her.

"It's not... yeah, I guess it kind of is," Eva chuckled nervously, "I usually write for stuff like Criminal Minds, but more lately I've gotten into writing for Euphoria..." she trailed off, timid as she waited for his response.

"Alright, that's actually not bad," he nodded, "I'll be honest, you didn't strike me as somebody who write fanfics,"

Eva glanced timidly at her scuffed sneakers, kicking up pebbles and dust, "Are fanfic writers supposed to look a certain way?"

"I don't know, actually," he simpered.

"I don't tell a lot of people that I do it, mainly because their first impression is either 'what the fuck' or 'OMG we should collaborate' and I'm just like," she hung her head back, "Nooo!"

"You're more of a soloist then a team player, then?" he teased.

"Let's just say I tend to work better alone," she replied, shrugging her shoulders as though the comment should mean nothing. But Remington found it odd that Eva was out here all on her own, never brought up her friends or family. He didn't see many personal effects in her apartment, neither.

"Is that why you're out here by yourself?" he asked.

"What do you mean?" she replied.

"Well... don't take this the wrong way, but I haven't really seen you with anybody. You don't talk about your friends or your family,"

Eva shrugged again, "They're all back in Seattle. Besides, opportunity was drying up over there and I just wanted a fresh start," she said, "Besides, Pluto's my friend,"

"Well, that's a given," he replied, "Are your parents up in Seattle?"

"My dad is," she nodded, "I don't know what my mom's doing," Remington's silent was her cue to go on, "I um... we haven't really spoken, her and I,"

"You have a falling out?" he asked suddenly.

Eva glared down at the gravel again, "You can call it that. She's a pilot and she's always flying, and so you know, I never really got to see much of her growing up. And then, she suddenly shows up for my college graduation and expects us to be one big happy family, like she has it in her head that she can make up for all the birthdays and shit she's missed. And I just didn't know what to say to her. I don't know who she is, but she's my mom," she glanced up at Remington again, "And I don't know why I'm telling you all of this,"

Remington wasn't bothered by her unloading, it seemed as though Eva needed to get things off her chest more than she realized. Her smile was sardonic and her voice petty like a comedian on stage, putting on the brave 'I don't give a fuck anymore' face.

"I find sometimes it's easier to unload to new people then it is to your friends," he said, "What does your dad do?"

"Chem professor. Which is ironic because I seriously sucked at chemistry," she replied.

"Show me a kid who didn't struggle in chem, honestly," he said, "But do you get along with your dad?"

"For the most part," she chuckled, "He's still confused as to why I choose to write anonymously, but that's his problem. What do your parents do?"

Remington chewed on the inside of his cheek, "My mom's kind of like our manager. Does a lot of production and behind the scenes stuff. And I haven't seen my dad for nearly twenty years,"

Eva was silent for a moment, studying him. He spoke with a firm grin, yet still trying to shadow that flicker of sadness within his face.

"So we both have parental issues... that's nice to know," she put on a teasing grin, "Maybe that's why we make such good friends?"

Remington swallowed thickly, "So, you are indeed confirming we are friends?"

"I am," she smiled, "It'd be nice to have whatever few I can scrape up,"

"That fact that you also live across the street means that you're now stuck with me," Remington grinned with pride.

"True," Eva hummed appreciatively, taking another sip of her drink, "Somehow, I don't think I'll mind, though,"

When Remington drove her home she gave him a sweet and polite goodbye, a hug which made his confident exterior falter for a second long enough for her to witness it through the flush in his cheeks and his lack of response. His words tripped over the length of his tongue when he tried to flush out a proper goodbye and he felt his hands began to quiver again.

And when he went to open his door, he took one last glance. The small brunette turned at the same time and met his gaze, but he was too far away to hear her sharp inhale. And when he finally went inside he fall back against the door, staring into space with the biggest grin he'd had on since... well, he couldn't remember when he last felt so excited.

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Reimagined; Chapter 9 - Aaron Hotchner

You cannot convince me that Spencer Reid is not a cat person.

Also, I made this gif?? I might do more. It was fun

Summary: Aaron makes a decision.

Pairing: Aaron Hotchner x Spencer Reid

Warnings: ANGST, mentions of past drug use

Word count: 2k

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Chapter 8 ---- Chapter 10

Aaron Hotchner was disgusted with himself. He was disgusted that he let this happen to him. The he wasn’t smart enough, strong enough, to keep Foyet away from him and everything he cared about. Well, not quite everything. He still had Spencer. Kind of. He had yet to see Spencer since he left the hospital, both practically unable to function outside of their own apartments, whether it be from their ability to move around or the fear and paranoia that came with PTSD.

So, as a result of not really being able to do anything, Aaron spent a long time staring at his wall and thinking, his only interruptions being the rest of the team’s check-ins. They all made a point of stopping by his apartment every day. He hoped they were as consistent with Spencer, but he never asked. Dave brought him alcohol that he couldn’t drink because of the overwhelming cocktail of medication he was currently taking (some for pain, some for preventing infection, and a few for depression and anxiety), JJ brought Henry and a smile, it was nice for him to have the company of a child, no matter how much he wished it were his own. Emily brought updates about Foyet’s case, descriptions of what he was missing at the BAU. Garcia brought gift baskets, freezer meals, and books and movies to keep him occupied. He always enjoyed her visits the most, they always made him forget about what was really happening in his life, the reason for why she was there, even if it was only for a few minutes.

Derek Morgan, though, his visits were almost depressing. They came with a frown and constant reassurances that he had checked on Reid today. That he was healing well. That he would get Spencer to pick up the phone and call him one of these days. At first, Aaron didn’t understand why Spencer wouldn’t call him. But then he remembered the decision he had made. He talked to Spencer once before he had made the decision, and twice after, all while he was in the hospital. Of course he had figured it out, the man was smart. A genius, actually, and one of the most adept profilers Aaron had ever met. Of course he had figured it out.

One of those days, after Derek had left (he was always the last to come see him), he made another decision. He was sick of the paranoia. He was sick of living with the decision he made as a constant weight on his shoulders. He knew that decision could change everything. No, it would. There was no doubt that everything would go to absolute shit after he acted on this, but it needed to be done. He was sure he would regret it in the future, hell, he regretted it now, but he hoped that, in the long run, it would be worth it.

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Spencer spent his days after coming home from the hospital reading, watching Doctor Who, writing to his mother, he’d even picked up knitting (he was determined to make the fourth doctor’s scarf). He needed something, anything, that would distract him from the prison that was his mind. Anything to keep him from breaking down and becoming nothing put a sobbing mess. Anything to keep the intrusive thoughts screaming “you weak son of a bitch, just get the drugs!” out of his head. Sure, the visits from the other team members helped, but they weren’t there when he laid awake all night, willing the tears away from his eyes, knowing he was going to lose one of the last things that was keeping him grounded. The weren’t there when that fucking voice came back. He didn’t want the team. He wanted Aaron. But, with the decision he knew Aaron had made, he wasn’t going to get him.

The second week he had been home, Garcia made her way to his apartment with her arms full of another “just put it in the oven” casserole, a few grocery bags (he couldn’t see what was inside them, but they looked heavy), and a basket that had a blanket over it. She set the items down on the island in his kitchen and when he crutched over, he noticed that something underneath the blanket was moving. He had just opened his mouth to ask what the hell she had brought into his apartment when the basket meowed. It fucking meowed. He looked at Garcia with an expression that said, “I cannot believe you right now.” He lifted the blanket off of the basket and found a pitch-black kitten that he guessed to be about twelve weeks old staring up at him. He pushed his crutches to the side and sat down on one of his barstools. He stuck a tentative hand out, and stroked a cautious line down the thing’s body. He looked up at Garcia with his eyes soft. Penelope though he might cry.

“Can I pick it up?” he asked quietly.

Garcia matched his tone saying, “of course. It’s a her, by the way.”

“Is… Is she for me? Do I get to keep her?”

Penelope thought she might cry now, too. She could see the tears brimming in Spencer’s eyes. “Yeah, Spence. She’s for you.” After few moments spent just looking at Spencer holding this precious thing (the sight was almost too much for her, if she was being honest), she added “what do you want to name her?”

Spencer looked up at her again. This time a tear had fallen. “What do you think of Pluto? Like, from Edgar Allan Poe’s The Black Cat?”

The kitten was purring loudly now, loud enough that Penelope could hear it from the other side of the island. “I think it sounds perfect, hon. It sounds like she likes it too,” Penelope answered with a giggle.

Spencer moved to the couch when Garcia left, still holding the kitten, and was almost asleep when a knock sounded at the door. He looked at the clock. It was seven pm. No one ever came over that late. Normally, he would’ve just called out an “it’s open,” but he had absolutely no idea who it could be. He set the kitten on the couch and waited for it to settle into a blanket that was there before he got up and moved to the look out the peep hole in his door.

The absolute last person he expected to be standing there was Aaron Hotchner, but there he was. And he really shouldn’t be surprised. He knew Aaron knew he knew, and he thought they would just leave it at that. Skip the conversation. He didn’t want that pain. He opened the door anyway. Maybe he’d get some kind of closure, at least. A promise of return one day.

“Hi,” he said when the door was fully opened.

Aaron waved. Spencer turned and walked back to his couch, leaving the door open as the only sign of an invitation inside. Aaron followed him, closing and locking the door behind him (“damn PTSD”). He was going to sit on the couch next to Spencer, but stopped when he saw the kitten.

“What’s this?” Aaron asked.

“Pluto,” Spencer answered, “Pen brought her over earlier today.” He picked the cat up and settled it in his lap after resting the foot of his injured leg on the coffee table. Aaron took that as an invitation to sit down in the now vacant seat.

Spencer broke the silence. “I know what you’re going to say, and I can’t exactly say I want to hear it, nor that I agree with you.”

Aaron looked down at his hands, wishing he had something to do with them other than just letting them sit there. “I need to do this, Spencer. For my own peace of mind. He took my child away from me. I’m not going to let him take you too.”

“Aaron, do you hear yourself? That’s exactly what you’re doing! If you push me away, we’re going to lose everything we have. You’ll be feeding right into his plans, playing his game.” He didn’t expect to be this angry.

The older man had tears running down his face now. “No, Spencer, it’s not. I’m putting a stop to our personal relationship because Foyet is watching me. I know he is, and you won’t convince me otherwise. Don’t you dare say it’s my goddamn PTSD talking. I’m not crazy.” Spencer opened his mouth to interrupt, but Aaron put a hand up. “Let me finish before you say anything. I’m stopping this because he’s going to notice. Because when the rest of the team stops coming around my house every day and it’s just you, there’ll be a target right between your eyes. We always say serial killers are the best profilers. But, Spencer, if we stop this, and go back to what we used to be, just friends, then that target will disappear. You’ll just be another one of my team. I’d rather lose you as a lover than as a whole.”

Spencer’s anger had dissipated about halfway through Aaron’s speech. He looked down at the cat in has lap and reached his shaking hands up to forcefully wipe the tears from his face. Aaron reached over and pulled Spencer’s face up by the chin, forcing him to make eye contact. “Tell me you understand. Please.”

Spencer nodded. “I get it. I do. That doesn’t mean I have to like it.” He took a deep breath. “Just do one thing for me?”

“Anything, Spence.”

“Kiss me. Just one last time.”

Aaron nodded and leaned in slowly, giving Spencer a soft and passionate kiss, hoping his lips could convey how much he hated doing this better than his words could. They both had tears streaming down their faces when they pulled apart. Aaron stood, and Spencer followed. The pair walked to the door together, and Aaron opened it. He turned around just before he walked out and gave one last, “Goodbye, Spencer.” Spencer nodded and put his hand over his mouth, trying his hardest to hold in the sob threatening to escape. Aaron looked like he wanted to do anything but leave. No, he wasn’t Aaron anymore. He was Hotch. And Spencer was Reid. And here they were. Just two colleagues.

Aaron finally turned to walk out the door, and found himself face to face with Derek Morgan. If looks could kill, Hotch would be dead. He looked at the ground and pushed his way around the man, walking out of Reid’s apartment as “Aaron” for the last time. For now, at least. Morgan made his way inside. He had a litter box in his hand that he dropped on the floor before quickly closing the door the second he saw Spencer’s face.

Morgan moved to grab the man before him before he collapsed. He pulled him into a tight hug, his crutches falling to the floor beside him, that sob finally making its way out from behind his hand, his hands fisting in Morgan’s shirt. Morgan carefully maneuvered them to the floor, being extremely cautious of Spencer’s knee, and just held him. Spencer cried into Morgan’s shoulder for what felt like hours but in reality was probably only about fifteen minutes.

When the crying slowed, Morgan began to talk in a soft tone. “Penny told me about Pluto. I brought a litter box for you. She didn’t think of it before, and sends her sincerest apologies.” He took a deep breath, letting it come out in a sigh. “Do you need me to stay with you tonight, Pretty Boy?” Spencer nodded into his shoulder. “Okay. Let’s get that pretty face cleaned up and some comfy clothes on you. I’ll order some Chinese and we can watch one of your weird foreign films. How does that sound?”

“Good,” Spencer answered quietly, a weak smile on his face. Maybe things could go back to the way they were someday. He had to make himself believe that. It would keep him going.

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Release the Hounds {1/?}

Chapter One: Rattle this Ghost Town

Pairing: Persephone!Steve Rogers x Hades!Reader

Chapter Summary: Steve overhears something he probably shouldn’t have and Bucky struggles to stop the motion of events that will most likely follow. He hopes Steve heeds his warning.

Warnings: none

Word Count: 1,300ish

A/N: Here it is part one!! This is for @buckysmischief challenge and im super fucking excited for it!! so let me know what you think!

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He stood outside the door, pretending not to listen as the muffled voices discussed and then argued back and forth. He’d gotten good at pretending not to listen, it helps growing up being dragged to every meeting with his mother as she never liked him being far from her. But he was never to know what was being discussed, always left just outside looking in.

“I’ll discuss this no further!” He heard the voice boom, it sounded like Thor, king of the gods, he’d decided a few centuries ago that he preferred that over Zeus but his mind was constantly changing. Steve’s ears perked at the commotion, yelling between Poseidon, no what was it again? Loki, and his mother dominated the space.

“She deserves to be present at these meetings! I thought this was the meeting of those incharge of the domains, that includes the dead!” Loki shouted but his voice was calm and powerful.

“She’s not welcome here and you know that Loki! You want the nymphs running for the hills? Death follows her steps. How can we trust her to have any input that would be positive for the living!?” Demeter yelled and Steve could hear the emotion in her voice, she always cried when she was angry, it always scared him.

Steve knew who they were talking about, her name wasn’t often spoken out loud in Olympus but everyone knew her. Queen of the dead, the Underworld and rivers that ran through it. Her name meaning invisible in ancient Greek culture as a nod to her lack of presence in the mortal realm and ability to move without ever being seen. His mother, Demeter, called her the devil or Satan, said that’s what the mortals chose to call her so, so would she. The Romans called her Pluto but most commonly she was Hades. Maybe she preferred something else, maybe her friends called her something of her choosing but nobody believed she had any friends, just the judges that worked for her and Charon, the ferryman.

“Hades?” Steve questioned under his breath and he felt stillness around him for a second. Movement stilled in an alleyway that sat between the streets of Olympus. The demigods of Hades knowing when her name was spoken.

Demeter burst from the room, her eyes red and a scowl ever present on her face. She didn’t say anything to Steve, just stormed out of the building, expecting him to follow. He did. He was her son after all.

“Mother why don’t you want the queen present?” Steve tried to ask it casually as they worked in the garden. He’d been thinking about it all day, it didn’t quite make sense that she wasn’t there. Hades was one of the big three, there was even a seat for her in the boardroom beside Thor and Loki. She’d been cast out long ago though and he never knew why. No one really did it was so long ago the stories had morphed.

“Satan is the epitome of evil my flower. Everything she touches dies and we can’t have someone like that speaking on issues of the living now can we?” Demeter spoke through her teeth, keeping her hatred controlled around her prized possession.

“But what about what she-” “I won’t discuss this further with you Percy. There’s a reason the mortals do not worship her as they do Thor or even us. Do not question this further.”

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In the streets of Olympus when Steve is buying fresh fruit and bread for dinner his eye catches the blackened footsteps of Minos. The footsteps black with soot as they trailed down the side of the street to the edge of an alleyway. He saw a man, dressed in all blackm a pouch at his side and a falcon on his shoulder. Talking to him, as if the complete opposite stood Bucky, sun gleaming off him. They were deep in discussion and Steve tried to slowly make his way closer without raising suspicion but the falcon looked directly at him as soon as he took a step.

Immediately after the bird squawks in the man's ear and ruffles his feathers, then he’s gone. Down the alleyway that Steve swore was a deadend and Bucky is left by himself tucking something in his pocket.

“Steve,” Bucky nods as Steve makes his way over.

“Who was that, they looked like one of the Underworld demigods ? What are you doing?” The questions fire out of him before he can help it and Bucky sighs.

“Business of the Underworld isn’t business of the god of spring Steve, not yet” Bucky mutters the last part under his breath. The two stand there, Bucky trying to find an excuse to leave, he shouldn’t be out this late, early rise in the morning.

“Loki has a point, she should be in those meetings!” Steve speaks up, there’s more to this he thinks.

“Oh yea? You spoken to your mother about that?”

“My mother has her opinions,” and they’re wrong.

“Your mother ‘s the captain of the anti-Hades committee pal, I’d watch what you say about the Queen of the Underworld in these streets.” Bucky’s head tracks those walking by, he better not be caught talking smack in these streets. The last time was bad enough.

“You agree with me though,” his voice is hushed, peering around to make sure no one is listening, it’s hard to keep secrets in Olympus, everyone knows something about someone they shouldn’t. “You think she should be there too so why aren’t you speaking up about it?”

“It’s up to Thor ultimately you know that, whatever we say doesn’t matter if he doesn’t agree to it.”

“Maybe he needs to be convinced.” Steve didn’t know why he felt so strongly about any of this. He didn’t know why he felt the need to fight for her. Maybe it was because she wasn’t here to fight for herself. Maybe it was that feeling of calmness he felt when he spoke or thought of her. Stillness in the air when he thought of her name, he wanted to keep that.

“And you’re going to do that?”

Steve looked towards the alleyway he saw Sam turn down, “there's few that can convince Thor of anything, Loki is one, Jane another.”

“But Hades has always been the devil on his shoulder.” Bucky’s eyes follow Steve’s to the alleyway, he knows what’s down there and let out a sigh. Everyone knew the stories of the big three’s childhood, Zeus the one who came up with the plans, Poseidon the one who played tricks, and Hades. Small Hades, the rutt, the one who followed along. The one who convinced Zeus that it was a good idea to zap Demeter while she played in the meadows or that the horses would like swimming in the sea. Though Poseidon pushed equally as hard for that one. “I can’t help you get out of this one Steve.”

“I never ask you to get me out of things Apollo.”

“Don’t call me that I feel like I’m getting told off. You’ll have to go to Peter, he’s the only one that can go in and out.” Bucky had a bad feeling. The moon started to rise above them and he wish he had his sister here to help him talk some sense into Steve, nothing good would come of this.

“I know what I’m doing.”

“You don’t Steve that’s the problem. What are you going to do? Go down there and see her? Have a meeting with the queen of the dead? And say what exactly? She’ll smite you on sight, no gods are allowed down there apart from Peter.”

“I’ll figure it out. This isn’t fair to her, she’s as important as Thor and Loki, they’re siblings, she should have a seat next to them in Olympus.”

“There's more to this than you know Percy.” Steve cringed at the nickname his mother had given him, he knew Bucky only said it in retaliation to him calling him Apollo earlier.

“Plenty of time to find out then.”

~~~~~~ Chapter Two: The Meadows

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Kairi’s Epic Journey: The Quest for Sora

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Chapter 10: Flying Lessons

Never Land

“I’m not sure this is a good idea, Peter,” said Kairi as she stood up on a tall cliff. Gazing downward, she saw many sharp rocks at the bottom. “You expect me, for my first flying attempt, to jump off this?”

“Hey, if anything, it’ll motivate you more to get it right on the first try. It certainly worked for Sora. He fell right toward the open mouth of Mr. Crocodile and took off just before he snapped shut,” said Peter as he hovered in front of her.

“He didn’t exactly have a choice about that with Hook forcing him off the plank,” said Kairi.

“Look, it’ll be easy. I mean take a look at me. I’m a natural,” said Peter.

‘Maybe it’s because you’re so full of hot air,’ thought Kairi.

“I’ll only do this if you promise me that if something goes wrong, you’ll catch me. Is that clear?” asked Kairi.

“Okay. But don’t worry so much. You’ll get it. You won’t even need me to catch you,” said Peter.

“So how does it work exactly?”

“It’s easy, Kairi,” said the voices of the Twins. Kairi turned around to see the Lost Boys sitting on nearby rocks. Pluto stood nearby.

“All it takes is faith!” exclaimed Nibs as Tink began to sprinkle pixie dust on all of them.

“Trust!” exclaimed Slightly as the Lost Boys began to float in the air.

“And something else. I know what it is. But I just can’t think of it right now,” said Cubby as he scratched his forehead while turning upside down in mid-air.

“Pixie dust?” asked Kairi.

“Yeah. That’s it! How’d you know?” asked Cubby.

“It is kind of obvious seeing as how you all lifted off right after Tink covered you with the stuff,” said Kairi. ‘Plus, I remember that’s how Sora, Donald and Goofy got that ability too.’

“You see, Kairi? It’s easy. Tink!” called Peter as the fairy flew directly in front of his face. “Dust her!”

Tink just folded her arms and turned away.

“Tink, don’t be that way. Remember, we’re doing this to help Kairi find Sora. If she’s able to fly, she’ll get a whole new view to watch out for him from. So, let her have it,” said Peter.

‘It’s going to be harder to find Sora than that, Peter. Still, the ability to fly may come in handy wherever I may go on this journey so I can’t afford to pass it up. In fact, maybe that’s why the Wayfinder brought me here: to learn this skill,’ thought Kairi.

Tink finally relented and circled around Kairi. As she flew, she spread her pixie dust all over the Princess of Heart. Once Kairi was covered head to toe in the magical substance, Tink returned to Peter’s side.

“Now you’re all set. Okay, Kairi. Give it a try,” said Peter as he floated over the cliff and beckoned her to follow.

“Uh how do you start it up?” asked Kairi.

In response, Toodles floated in front of her. He slid his fingers across the corners of his mouth while smiling. Then he tapped on his forehead.

“What’s he trying to say?” asked Kairi.

“He’s saying to think of a happy thought,” said Slightly.

“Yeah. That’s all you need to start flying,” said the Twins.

“It’s true. Thinking of the happiest things is the same as having wings,” said Peter with Tink nodding in agreement.

‘Happy thoughts? Well, I haven’t been having many of those lately. But maybe I can muster some up with a few good memories.’

Kairi walked up to the edge of the cliff. Closing her eyes, she concentrated on the various memories she held dear.

Drawing the first stages of the paopu drawing in the Secret Place when she and Sora were young.

Giving Sora her lucky charm for the first time.

Finding Sora’s addition to the paopu drawing and adding her own.

Throwing her arms around Sora tightly when they reunited in the Organization’s castle.

Kairi smiled and for a moment, it seemed as if she was slowly inching off the ground. That is, until other memories began to surge through her mind. These memories were the ones she wished she could forget.

Watching Sora vanish right in front of her after he used Ansem’s Keyblade to free her heart from his body.

The sorrow as memories of Sora slowly slipped away.

Being ripped away from Sora twice during the Keyblade War first by the Demon Tide and then by Xemnas.

Xehanort explicitly telling her what he planned to do to her to give Sora motivation.

Kairi opened her eyes with a gasp. A tear rolled down her cheek.

“Kairi? Are you okay?” asked Peter.

“I-I’m fine, Peter,” said Kairi as she wiped away the tear. “I was trying to jump start the happy thoughts with my favorite memories of Sora. But I lost it when a few bad memories came through.”

Kairi then turned away from the cliff and began to walk away. Peter flew after her.

“Don’t give up yet. I know you can do it.”

“I’m not giving up. Just trying a different approach. Maybe with a running start and focusing on one single memory, I can pull it off,” said Kairi as she turned back around.

After taking a deep breath, Kairi ran back towards the cliff. Peter and the Lost Boys gave out loud cheers of encouragement. Pluto, however, just covered his eyes with his ears.

As Kairi ran, she focused her thoughts on one special memory. This memory was the one she currently treasured above all others.

The sunset when she and Sora finally shared the paopu fruit for real and bound their lives and destinies together forever.

Holding onto this happy memory, Kairi continued to run until she reached the edge of the cliff. Closing her eyes and spreading her arms like wings, she gave a powerful leap and left the ground.

A few seconds passed before Kairi opened her eyes and let out a gasp of surprise.

She was hovering in the air. She was flying!

“You did it, Kairi!” exclaimed Peter as the Lost Boys cheered, and Pluto barked happily. Even Tink was smiling and clapping her hands.

‘I did it! I did it, Sora! I…’ thought Kairi when suddenly, a bad memory shot through her: the memory of the last words she heard from her beloved.

‘Kairi, I’m so sorry.’

With the happy thought superseded by the awful memory, Kairi’s brief moment of flight came to end. She immediately dropped like a stone. Gazing downward, Kairi saw the sharp rocks on the bottom approaching fast and screamed with terror

‘Come on! Come back happy thought!’

But it was no use. With her mind filled with terror, there was no way to resume flight.

But suddenly, just before she hit the sharp rocks, she stopped. She was now dangling upside down in the air. Craning her neck, she looked up and saw that Peter had grabbed her by her ankles. She gave a sigh of relief.

Peter flew back up to the cliff and gently lowered Kairi so she was now on her hands and knees on the ground. As she pulled herself into a sitting position, the Lost Boys surrounded her with looks of concern. Pluto came right up to her and nuzzled against her face.

“What happened, Kairi? You almost had it,” said Peter.

Kairi let out a deep sigh and clutched her knees to her chest. “I don’t think I’m going to be able to fly at all, Peter.”

“But why?” asked Nibs.

“Anybody can do it,” chimed in Slightly.

“I’m sure anybody can. But as hard as I try, I can’t keep up any happy thoughts. You see, boys, my happiest memories always involved Sora and my other friends. But since I lost him, I can’t think of happier times with him without my worse memories interrupting them. That’s why I don’t think I’ll be able to fly.”

“I never knewed happy thoughts could become sad thoughts,” said Cubby as he scratched his head.

“Maybe since thinking of Sora’s not making her happy, why doesn’t she just think of something else? Maybe another friend?” asked Slightly.

“That might work. Kairi, why don’t you try thinking of happier times with your other friends. Maybe that one with the silver hair? What was his name? Riku?” asked Peter.

“Before I left, Riku and I weren’t speaking to each other, Peter. So, that won’t work either,” said Kairi. ‘Guess I won’t be learning a new skill after all.’

Then Pluto began to bark. He sounded worried.

“What is it, Pluto?” asked Kairi.

In response, the dog pointed with his nose toward her neck. Her hands went to where he was indicating, and she gasped.

Her usual necklace was there. But the Wayfinder was missing.

“The Wayfinder! It’s gone!” exclaimed Kairi as she rose to her feet and ran back to the edge of the cliff with Pluto, Peter, Tink and the Lost Boys following behind her. “It must have slid off of me when you stopped my fall, Peter. Could you and Tink please go down there and look for it?”

“You got it, Kairi! Come on, Tink!” said Peter as he and the fairy flew down toward the sharp rocks.

Kairi clutched the sides of her head worriedly. ‘I hope it’s not damaged or worse. That Wayfinder’s my only hope of getting Sora back.’

Just then, Tink flew up back to the cliff. She had the Wayfinder dangling from her tiny hands.

“You found it! And it’s alright! Thanks, Tink!” exclaimed Kairi as she approached the fairy, ready to take the Wayfinder from her.

But, with a sly smirk on her face, Tink suddenly tossed the Wayfinder into the air. It sailed over Kairi and landed in the hands of one of the Twins.

Kairi was shocked. “What did do that for, Tink?” she asked prompting the fairy to give a mock shrug in response.

“Hey, Nibs! Go long!” said the Twin as he prepared to throw the Wayfinder himself.

“No! Don’t!” cried Kairi as she ran to stop him. But she was too late, and the Twin already threw it to Nibs.

The impromptu game of keepaway escalated as each of the Lost Boys tossed the Wayfinder back and forth as Kairi frantically tried to retrieve it.

“Come on, boys! This isn’t funny!” she yelled. But the Lost Boys were too busy laughing and keeping up their game that her protests fell on deaf ears.

‘Maybe Peter can stop this,’ thought Kairi as she turned around, hoping that Peter had finally come up.

He had indeed returned. But he was currently floating in the air clutching his sides as he laughed at the scene in front of him.

Kairi scowled. ‘I can’t believe he’s allowing this. Can’t he see that I’m not pleased at all with this?’

Finally, just as Slightly had thrown the Wayfinder in the direction of Cubby, Pluto leapt up into the air and caught it by the chain with his mouth. He then walked over to Kairi. With a grateful smile, she took the talisman from him and put it around her neck.

“Thanks, Pluto,” she said as she petted the top of the dog’s head.

“Aww! The dog ruined our game!” shouted Cubby.

Kairi gave a look of disgust toward the Lost Boys as she held up the Wayfinder. “This is not a toy to be played with. Why couldn’t you boys just stop when I asked? You know what. This is the last straw. I’m not spending one more minute with such insensitive, thoughtless children who think life is just one big game. Because it’s not.”

Paying no attention to the stunned looks on the boys’ faces, Kairi stomped off toward the jungle with Pluto following behind. Peter flew after her.

“Aw come on, Kairi! They were only having some fun. You should have joined in. It probably would’ve made you feel better,” he said as he flew alongside her.

“Peter, the only thing that will ever make me feel better is finding Sora. And my Wayfinder is the only thing I have that can possibly lead me to him,” said Kairi angrily.

“Well, how were we supposed to know that?” asked Peter.

“I would’ve explained it. But for a bunch of boys who won’t grow up, I’m afraid any attempt would be lost on you.”

“But Kairi…”

“Just forget it, Peter. You all have no idea what it’s like to miss someone so much that you’ll do anything to see them again,” said Kairi.

With that, Kairi accelerated and ran faster into the jungle and Pluto followed. They didn’t care where they would end up. They just wanted to get as far away from Peter and his crew as possible.

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A while later, Kairi and Pluto had stopped. They were currently in the middle of a small clearing in the jungle. Still steamed about what had happened earlier, Kairi was pacing all around while Pluto watched.

“I don’t know about you, Pluto. But I have had it up to here with this place. Peter and Tinker Bell were such a big help to Sora, Donald and Goofy on their adventures. Why aren’t they doing the same for us?” she asked.

Kairi then raised the Wayfinder up above her head to the sky and shouted, as if her words could reach the ears of her mysterious benefactor, “I’m trying to do what you said I had to do. But couldn’t you have given me more information of what I have to do to get this thing to glow? Because if there’s supposed to be a reason for my being here, I am not seeing it. Why couldn’t it bring us to a world where I could get actual help in finding Sora?”

The Princess’ rant went unheard. She wasn’t surprised. In fact, she would’ve been more surprised if the mysterious woman from her dream had actually answered.

Pluto whimpered. Kairi glanced at him and let out a big sigh.

“I don’t know, Pluto. They shouldn’t have been playing around with the Wayfinder like that. But maybe I was a little too hard on them. It’s not like they knew how important the Wayfinder is. I haven’t exactly told them everything. They believe that Sora’s just lost somewhere and can easily be found. But how do I tell them it’s not as simple as that?”

Kairi continued to walk around the clearing. ‘Then again, it’s not like I’ve been completely honest before I started on this quest. I didn’t tell Riku and the others how I guilty I was feeling about what happened to Sora. But like a stubborn fool, I thought it was my burden to bear alone. Maybe if I had told them, maybe we wouldn’t have fought, and we’d all be searching for Sora together right now.’

“Should I go back and at least try to explain to them more about what happened to Sora and what I’m trying to do? Peter and Tink already know about the other worlds so I wouldn’t have to worry about the world order. But would they even understand? What do you think, Pluto?” she asked as she turned toward her canine companion. She let out a gasp at what she saw.

Pluto was currently being hogtied by a couple of thuggish men dressed in pirate garb. They had also tied his mouth shut with rope.

Before she could react further, a gag was suddenly pulled over her mouth. Then she felt her arms getting pulled behind her back.

A horrible feeling shot through Kairi. The attack on her brought back the memories of Xemnas abducting her in the middle of the Keyblade War; the moment where everything truly went downhill for her and Sora.

As her hands were tied behind her back with rope, more pirates stepped out of the foliage. All of them were brandishing cutlasses and guns and evil smiles. They chuckled wickedly at her.

Then, stepping through the middle of the crowd, came a very familiar face. He was a tall, thin pirate dressed in a red coat and hat. He had black hair and a very thin moustache. But his most notable feature was the metal hook that replaced his left hand.

The most infamous pirate in all of Never Land: Captain James Hook.

Followed by his ever faithful first mate, Mr. Smee, Hook walked up to Kairi. Bending down to her eye level, he gave the captive princess a wicked smile.

“Hello, Kairi.”

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Onto the next chapter!

#kingdom hearts #kh fanfiction #sokai #kairi #pluto #peter pan #tinker bell #lost boys #pirates #captain hook #mr. smee #maddrmatt

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Shax - Demon of Chaos - Original Fallen / Dani Filth - Solomon Julian Ignacio - Son of Chaos / Halfling / Adam Lambert

Double bio

Shax / Demon of Chaos - Original Fallen Angel / Jules’ Father

The Lesser Key of Solomon attempts to describe him. Man only knows so much. He’ll tell none his story. But Julian knows it all too well and how it affects all their lives.

From the Lesser Key “(44.) SHAN. - The Forty-fourth Spirit is Shax, or Shaz (or Shass). He is a Great Marquis and appeareth in the Form of a Stock-Dove, speaking with a voice hoarse, but yet subtle. His Office is to take away the Sight, Hearing, or Understanding of any Man or Woman at the command of the Exorcist; and to steal money out of the houses of Kings, and to carry it again in 1,200 years. If commanded he will fetch Horses at the request of the Exorcist, or any other thing. But he must first be commanded into a Triangle, Ò, or else he will deceive him, and tell him many Lies. He can discover all things that are Hidden, and not kept by Wicked Spirits. He giveth good Familiars, sometimes. He governeth 30 Legions of Spirits, and his Seal is this, etc.”

Another interpretation:

“Marquis Shax Shax[4] (also spelled Chax, Shan, Shass, Shaz, and Scox) is a Great Marquis of Hell, and has power over thirty legions of demons. He takes away the sight, hearing and understanding of any person under the conjurer’s request, and steals money out of kings’ houses, carrying it back in 1200 years. He also steals horses and everything the conjurer asks. Shax can also discover hidden things if they are not kept by evil spirits, and sometimes gives good familiars, but sometimes those familiars deceive the conjurer. Shax is thought to be faithful and obedient, but is a great liar and will deceive the conjurer unless obliged to enter a magic triangle drawn on the floor. He will then speak marvellously and tell the truth. He is depicted as a stork that speaks with a hoarse but subtle voice; his voice changes into a beautiful one once he entered the magic triangle.”

Interpretations don’t mean much to Jules. The last thing Shax can be is summed up in a few short sentences. He embodies chaos; feeds from it; great powerful, dizzying and destructive to any life he touches.

Zodiac Position: 5-9 degrees of Scorpio - October 28th-November 1st Tarot Card: 5 of Cups Planet: Mars/Pluto Candle Color: Black Plant: Purslane Metal: Iron/Plutonium Element: Water Rank: Marquis Control Over: 30 Legions Demon of: Chaos

Half Demon | Original Character | Adam Lambert

PERSONALITY & DEMEANOR

"I have walked a million miles in a hundred pairs of shoes In search of some universal truth Well a deity just came to me and handed me a scroll to read And I will gladly pass it on to you”

Jules is a highly animated person. He’s predictably unpredictable. When getting acquainted with Jules one finds out pretty quickly that you just can never really know what’s going to come out of his mouth except for the fact that whatever it is, is going to be outrageous. He’s highly impulsive and will jump up and be rearing to go at the first thought of any idea ready to take action. He’s an “everybody’s friend” type of personality and a real go-getter. Stagnancy and boredom are things he just refuses to take part in and has to be doing something all the time.

He can be cynical, sarcastic, or dirty-minded to the rude degree. He has a temper that can tantrum out in the most child-like ways. But, he’s also a bit of a comic, witty, with an air of truth to his humor. He can be quite the pranking mischievous creature and is often up to something..

Jules also has a drastically softer side that only his nearest and dearest would ever really get to see when all the public flamboyance falls away behind closed doors. It’s a side that isn’t just good, or nice, or sweet, or cute, but it’s fragile and Jules is easier to break than all his confident air would allow people to assume.

FULL NAME

: Solomon Julian Charbonneau

NICKNAMES

: Jules

SPECIES

: Half-Angel

(born of a fallen angel/demon father [The Great Marquis Shax, Demon of Chaos] and a human mother)

CURRENT AGE

: Somewhere around 500 years old (His demonic father withheld his true birth date)

DATE OF BIRTH

: Unknown

PLACE OF BIRTH

: Unknown

PLACE RAISED AS A CHILD

: Hell

PERSONAL HISTORY

“I’ve gotten drunk and shot the breeze with kings of far off lands They showed me wealth as far as I could see. But their kingdoms seemed all shrivelly and they all cried with jealousy When I leaned in and told them about you.”

As the son of the Demon of Chaos, Jules’ life has always been full of it. As a half demon himself, He would thrive in it and created it in his every footstep, but not always purposely. It follows him and has a way of always consuming his life.

His life is often preoccupied by beauty, outer and his own. Even his parents coming together was based on it. His father, Shax would come in the form of a mutated gargoyle-esque stork. He passed those feathers on to Jules in his demon form as a Gryffin

His mother was a human who consented to a contract with the Demon Marquis Shax. The contract gave her the beauty she coveted in exchange for her soul. Shortly after, Shax coveted the beauty he created, henceforth Julian was born. What his mother didn’t realize was that she wasn’t to enjoy her beauty for long. Immediately becoming pregnant, gaining weight, spoiling her new found body, becoming bedridden, only to die in childbirth, Julian never knew her. He killed her. His powers gone amuck with his departure from the womb.

Jules was raised in Hell as a demon and his greatest desires included boasting his accomplishments of power and souls gained for Hell’s purpose, completely fearing retribution for not living up to his father’s legacy. Shax commanded thirty legions. Jules never did command any.

Jules history as a half-demon is a long and well-traveled one dating back to the 1500’s playing games with Pirates in the Second Anglo-Dutch War. But, much of his time was spent traipsing European countries, spending much time in Italy. Venice remains his favored place. This is where he learned more of romance tapping into his more human emotions. After the abolishment of the Italian monarchy and republic establishment he moved along. He spent the mid 1700’s in France robbing the royalty of Louis XV, he also made “friends” with chief mistress (Maîtresse-en-titre) Madame de Pompadour. He played a part in fashioning the Pompadour hairstyle and high-heels. But, it was his time spent in Germany where Jules created his largest scale demonic feat in the Holocaust era boosting German pride causing much of the tragedy that was WWII between 1939 - 1945. He stayed in the area until Mussolini was shot in 1945. It was soon after the part he played there, with his largest scale demonic crime, that it took it’s toll on his conscious (building his heart’s wall) and his life started to turn away from creating harm to human-kind and focused even more towards self-indulgence. This was when he moved to the United States and started forging a path that stayed only in the limelight of the stage through cabarets and vaudeville acts until modern day nightclubs became more his home.

Through his struggles and continual set-backs trying to rise up the demon social ladder and hierarchy, there was a time he considered his mother to be the reason for all his struggles, being tainted by human blood. But, the harbored guilt for harming a race he was also a part of was finally released bringing him to his knees in the arms of a do-gooding vigilante vampire. He soon saw himself tainted by the demon blood that cursed his life, beginning a newer struggle for being “good” while his demonic animal-like instincts still reigned strong over his willpower and desire to help the innocent.

FACTS & TID BITS

“I know I’ll stumble I know I’ll still face defeat These second chances will define me So I’m moving forward I’m standing on my two feet I’ve got momentum I’ve got someone saving me”

POWERS

As a direct descendent of Shax, the Great Marquis of Hell, Demon of Chaos, he was passed many but not all of his father’s qualities such as taking away the sight, hearing, and understanding of people, steals money and horses, can also discover hidden things if they are not kept by evil spirits, and creates and calls forth familiars (giving him a connection to the animal kingdom, providing totems to others), but sometimes those familiars deceived the conjurer. He exceled in lying and betrayal. He was also born with a few powers unique to himself such as the ability to invoke three feelings…envy, pride, and fear, and fed from them, for sustenance. Plus, he could produce tangible illusions/hallucinations. He can gauge the strength of people’s souls, a useful skill in sizing up a potential victim for recruitment to Hell, and identifying species.

WEAKNESSESS

If he is confined to a triangle, he will speak truth on supernatural matters, point out hidden treasures not guarded by evil spirits, and obey the exorcist. He gets weak if he doesn’t get his emotional “feeds”. He also harbors hindering guilt over what he puts people through to get those feeds. Unstable emotions and the scent/sight of blood can bring out his demon form.

PLAY BY

: Adam Lambert

Theme Songs

For Demon-Kind

The End

For Self

What I’ve Overcome

Some of Jules’ Job History

: He once worked in Bodfish partime to work at the

Silver City Ghost Town

. He uses his powers to play with the tourists making them think they see more than is really there. He only worked weekends.

He was also into “Alternative Modeling” and has an agent through the HVQ Agency

He was in management training at

The Abbey

(Best Gay Bar in the World as Voted by LOGO TV) and mingling with big wigs with the

SBE.

He has also been a member of the

The Celebration Theater

a professional LGBT acting group. He has a tendency to take understudy roles and helps with costumes, hair, make-up, and stage-tech duties.

Messenger Boy

Black Jack Dealer

Ghost Hunter Tour guide. (used power to invoke fear and illusions he had a great time making the tours far more interesting)

Full Time Drag Queen

Club Owner/Businessman: 3 story entertainment complex called The Rabbit Hole

Been a part of Auto Theft Rings, and Larceny Rings as well.

Traveling Minstrel

Cabaret Dancer

Vaudevillian Singer

Magician

Japanese Senti Attendant

(Though most regular human-type jobs he’s taken on are just play money. As a demon the most of his finances came from Larceny. Jules considered himself the King of Thieves) often working with curators of museums as a treasure hunter hobbiest selling stolen antiquities and creating fakes. He only works jobs to infiltrate human kind. He’s not doing it for money or to contribute to society)

More Facts

~ Loves 18th century European art.

~ As a demon was in charge of caring for the demon horse mares in Hell

~ Loves show tunes and musicals

~ Adores Classical Music

~ Is an Antique Roadshow junkie

~ Is a whizz with a Bedazzler

~ Has taken ballroom dancing lessons

~ Has taken Tae Kwon Do and weapons classes in Thailand (not advanced in these skills but he likes to pretend to be)

~ Loves to Sing

~ Designs & tailors his own fashions (was once employed as the devil’s tailor)

~ Keeps up with designer labels

~ Avid club goer

~ Likes to be treated like a “Princess"

~ Much of his antique and art collection was stolen from European royalty with his Father centuries ago. But has since burned almost everything that had to do with his demonic days setting the past free of him.

~ Wrap Sheet. (Grand Theft Auto {was caught on purpose as a distraction for a bigger heist, sentenced to probation}, Grand Larceny of the 1st degree {Class B Felony, sentenced to 12 years, but only served one month thinking it might be fun to hassle the prisoners, then got bored, and used his powers to convince a judge to give him a get out of jail free card}, Petit Theft {got caught on purpose as a distraction for others, never served time.} Jules has had numerous DUI’s, speeding tickets, and public nudity charges.

Even More Facts

Likes

: Attention, sincerity, new experiences

Dislikes

:Boredom, stagnancy, dull colors,

Fears

: Satan, his father Shax, and other demons

Education

: Educated in Hell in demonic ways, hasn’t completed any true degrees on Earth, but has often posed as students from elementary age to university with his power of illusion to learn things or get things he wants to experience at that moment in time.

Season:

Fall

Color:

Purple

Food:

Comfort Foods, and pasta

Ice Cream:

Dark Chocolate

Smell:

Lavender

Drink:

Frappes'

Hobbies:

Building bird houses & doll houses,

Instruments:

Lute, Piano, Voice

Music:

eclectic tastes through the ages, often sticking with what’s modern at the time, staying current

Fav Songs:

Simply Red's

A Song For You

Matt Alber's

End of the World

Movies:

Les Miserables, Rent, Up, Anything Disney or Tim Burton

Book:

Illusions: The Adventures of a Reluctant Messiah, by Richard Bach

Tatts/Piercings:

He has a My Little Pony tattoo on his hip, some lines from the Song of Solomon on his ribs, The Eye of Horus on his wrist along with an infinity sign, He has piercings only lover’s tend to find (yes that’s what you think it means). He once had a cross on his back between his shoulder blades. This was his first line of defense to warn him if he started to sin. It would burn him if he crosses too far over the line. He’s since cut it off of himself.

#bio #jules bio #shax's bio

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cross-poison · 4 years

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A Glitch in the Programming (human!Ultron x Reader) Part 6

A Glitch in the Programming: Human Ultron x Reader (Part 6)

Warnings: Language

The first half of the day went by delightfully fast; Your conversation with Ultron flowed naturally, and as insufferable as his ego could be at times, you could almost begin to see bits and pieces of an actual person beneath all of it. Ultron had interests. He had a personality.He wasn’t just lines of code and data milling about in that head of his.

The more you thought about it, the more you came to realize how much he toed the line between human and artificial intelligence. It was almost a frightening realization for you, who just a day earlier, had been able to separate yourself from any sort of empathy with the prisoner under the impression he was a mindless killing machine.

Killer, he was.

Mindless? Not so much.

There was a rhyme and reason to his chaos; The man had mapped out years ahead of his original scheme down to the finest details and intricacies, and you had no doubt that if the Avengers hadn’t been there to stop him the first time, he would have seen his entire plan come to fruition.

“New topic,” Ultron drawled from behind the glass, snapping your attention back to him abruptly, “Celestial bodies. I’m rather fond of Saturn, myself. No, wait… Jupiter. Named after the Roman king of the gods, and all… fitting how it has a constant storm brewing on its surface, no? That single storm is three times bigger than our entire planet.”

“I like Pluto,” you commented, earning a glance from the dark-haired man across from you.

He lifted a hand to his face, pressing his index finger to his cheek so he could chew the inside with his teeth thoughtfully. “Pluto, god of the underworld… Some like to say he’s the god of death, but they’re mistaken; Pluto may reside over the domain of death, but he has no say in it. That honor, I believe, is given to Morta.”

In the few hours you’d been able to speak with Ultron, you’d learned how much of a desire he had to flex his knowledge and intelligence about any given topic. You found it best to offer a new topic and let him ramble to his heart’s content until he wore himself out and was ready for another topic.

All in all, you didn’t mind too much. He did the hard work for you; All you had to do was sip your coffee and listen to whatever interesting facts he was able to spout off at you. A few times, a guard had interrupted your day with him to ensure everything was going smoothly and you felt safe, and a few times they’d even bring you a new cup of coffee.

If this was to be your work day from now on, you sure as hell didn’t mind.

You found it almost amusing how Ultron’s theatrics seemed to seep into every aspect of his life. Dramatic hand gestures, staring into the middle-distance to deliver some philosophical message, or some large critique of organized religion… it was always something with him.

It felt similar to the elaborate displays of exotic birds, constantly preening themselves and showing off their impressive feathers in hopes of attracting a mate. You were fairly sure he wasn’t trying to seduce you with his boundless knowledge, but a charming smile from him now and again further solidified the idea in your mind.

As Ultron continued his rambling on about the various moons found within the solar system, the door swung open. A friendly-looking security guard gently placed a hand on your shoulder, “Miss (l/n), it’s time for your lunch break.”

By now, Ultron had stopped speaking and was glancing between you and the guard, looking a bit irritated at the interruption---he didn’t voice any of his thoughts, however. You gave a grateful nod to the guard and quietly got to your feet.

“Excuse me, Mr. Ultron. I’ll be back shortly.”

You and the guard swapped places and you reached for the door, pushing it open and making your way out. The entire time, you swore you could feel Ultron’s gaze boring a hole into the back of your head.

As you headed to the break room, you had to admit you weren’t feeling entirely hungry--you had far too much on your mind for a full meal. Instead, you settled on a pack of crackers from the vending machine and a bottle of water. You took a seat at a nearby table, mulling over the events of the morning, but before you could get too lost in your thoughts, someone placed their lunch bag down on the table across from you. You lifted your gaze and broke into a smile--it was Lee.

Lee was fixing you with a curious smile, and you could tell he was straining hard to not immediately burst into asking a million questions.

“Yes, Lee, go on--”

He sat immediately and folded his elbows against the table. “What the hell’s goin’ on, (y/n)? You got promoted and you didn’t even tell us? Me and Joanne thought you went missing when you didn’t show up at the desk this morning!”

“I’m sorry. Everything just happened so suddenly… Yes, I got promoted. I’m not sure how much I’m allowed to tell you just yet though, okay?”

Lee lowered his voice and leaned in a bit closer. “Are you working for Mr. Stark now…?”

“I mean… I guess?” you responded, voice equally as quiet.

“Aha! I knew it. I knew there was something shady about the way you disappeared with him during the day yesterday. You didn’t seem like yourself afterward!”

“Shh, Lee, please---like I said, I don’t know how much I’m allowed to talk about,” you said, biting into one of your crackers, “But I promise once I do know, you and Jo will be the first I tell.”

“We better be. Remember us when you’re a big shot!” he said dramatically, casting a hand over his forehead, “Little (y/n)’s all grown up!”

You rolled your eyes and crumpled up the empty cracker bag. “Big shot, my ass. The closest I’ll get to that is being Stark’s coffee runner.”

“You’re running Mr. Stark’s coffee?” Lee said, eyes wide.

“No, Lee.”

“Well if he’s looking for someone to, y’know, fill that part, please recommend me!”

You laughed and rolled your eyes. “Okay, okay, I’ll be sure to pass that along.”

#marvel #fanfiction #ultron #human ultron #ultron x reader #x reader #reader insert #marvel x reader #marvel x reader insert #ultron x you #fanfic #marvel fanfic #slow burn #romance #mcu #mcu ultron #au

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The Archer, a musical birth chart. Pt2 Capricorn the man

Let's start with :Uranus in Capricorn

Uranus here is not so comfortable and their revolutionary ideas are hold back, Capri is more concerned with real change than fictional utopian ideas, In the case of Swift she took her sweet time to publicly discuss her political views and to be open about her posture on a lot of civil rights, don’t misunderstand me, they were there, just very hidden (the 12 house) but when Capricorn gets down to business they meant it and it can be verified in the tangible changes she made in 2019; she did something beyond the performativity: she pushed a ACT she made a real and tangible change, she was not comfortable just telling homophobes YOU NEED TO CALM DOWN, now we are turning tables (note: At the moment of writing this the equality act has been reintroduced to change.org and is currently at 832k, come guys you have made her debut with 1 million units at the b200 so many times) http://chng.it/5wYyBW4Rvw

But as it is usual with her, the haters were still after her, so much bullshit even after it all, is so easy to go after Saturn on the Ascendant, is it not?

One interpretation of having Saturn in the ascendant is an individual who is prone to be bullied, people are MEAN to them, they doubt their words, and in turn the person becomes so aware of how they come across, some people choose to present themselves in a serious and controlled manner to avoid this, and even more for Saturn in Capricorn, but then we have an opposition, and what does a stern Capricorn stellium say to a soft cancer moon who feels very deeply the words? one day you are going to be living in a big old city, one day you are going to be so big that they can’t hit you, With effort, hard work with a strong work ethic, one day you are going to move the big apple Take your broken heart, put it in a drawer, and it going to sound like WELCOME TO NEW YORK, we have been waiting for you, the Capricornian dream! (Neptune in Capricorn) and now is time to be up in the lights, like diamonds in the sky, you are the LUCKY ONE, Miss swift: money by millions, records after records, your discography is worth so much money, you have an enormous squad of famous friends who have your back when you fight, a big department in New York, but darling... did that fill empty seats at the lunch tables of your past?

And as it is usual with Saturn, he returned. And in her chart it was an intense transit: first for her sagittarian sun then for her ascendent: It was 17 of July of 2016, Saturn was starting his transit in Sagittarius, close to her sun. Meanwhile Pluto was transiting her ascendant, that was the day an influential female libra published an edited conversation that put Taylor in a really bad light. Celebrities rely a lot on images, her image was shattered, and her reputation dragged to the mud celebrities rely a lot on the perception the public has of them, and images are so fragile that a mishap can destroy them, but in her case she had so many people just waiting to have a valid reason to hate her, little it matter to them that the reason was a fabricated lie (if by this point you have not listen to the whole record call, please do so, as it will become very important for the Scorpio section) everything seemed lost, they assassinated her reputation, and then the pain to know that you were lied to, double crossed and declared "death" everything seemed lost for EVERMORE..... but it wasn't. Saturn returns also speak of reclaiming our power, learn lessons and overcome challenges, and its ironic, back on the 1989 world tour she made a big and deep speech that she gave before performing a song that will be the lesson she had to experience in her bones, and it goes like this:

I just hope that you will look in the mirror and remind yourself of what you are, and what you are not. You are not your mistakes. You are not damaged goods or muddy from your failed explorations. You are not the opinion of someone who doesn’t know you. You are a product of the lessons that you’ve learned. You are wiser because you went through something terrible. And you are the person who survived a bunch of rainstorms and kept walking. I now believe that pain makes you stronger, and I now believe that walking through a lot of rainstorms gets you CLEAN.

Unfortunately Saturn was not done yet, and so it returned to her natal lucky Saturn 13°, all 2018 she had Saturn transits, first for her ascendant then by her natal lucky Saturn 13, behind of the scenes the work of 15 years, 15 million tears was sold for 300 million of dollars to a man that participated in her takedown, while she was “kindly” offered to recover 1 master for 1 album, the scooter brought each master for 50 million dollars, while she was asked to give a entire album, AN ENTIRE ERA, for each master, it was not fair, but it legal. Oh Capricorn women, you play by the rules, you hustle, you stay your ground, you let your work speak for itself…and what happens? The system showed to you the place they have selected for you. to continue to work with these men or to just give up and move to something different, Sometimes walking out is the one thing That will find you the right thing

IT WAS TIME TO GO, but go where?

To THE LAKES, to enjoy melancholy and solitude, after all Capricorn is a feminine sign and is in the same axis with cancer and now I want to point to another of her placements: Mercury conjunct Saturn, This one is a challenge and a gift, difficult learning, a lot of repetition to get the grip of concepts, but once this is tackled, it becomes great at using words, it was a running joke that Taylor made swifties grab a dictionary so they can understand the album folklore, and there are lyrics that exemplifies this:

I've come too far to watch some name dropping sleaze Tell me what are my words worth

Its said that mercury in Capricorn are scientific and pragmatic thinkers, but honestly I have found a couple of song writers with this placement who are very poetic , you can say is the conjunction Neptune and Saturn , I like to say that Capricornian mercury is systematic, which is very prominent in Scientists and engineers , but this structural thinking can be applied to arts as well, and also can be a failed system. After all is about connecting points and words, I could also put a selection of the colors of Taylor swift, another recurrent theme in her writing, but you know what? I say that is just Taylor, it has nothing to do with her birth chart.

Mercury is also about our writing style and when I was reading her lover diaries a lot of them had the signature of capricorn "I just cant wait to be older" yeah that is, also this:

Speaking of writing lets talk about folklore, the album of the year 2020! She did that! an by that I mean she created a new perspective for her music, the old tired argument that “she only writes about her exes” fell flat as she made stories about different characters that captivated thousands of new listeners and I can see a placement in action here:

Capricornian Mercury opposite to Cancerian Jupiter :

The history of James, Betty, and Agustine

It was 2020, a terrible, terrible year for almost everybody, and Taylor found herself in a situation outside her control, the lover era was cancelled like pretty much everything else, she was lucky enough to be in a safe and comfortable place, it was when her imagination flew wild and made history with Folklore and Evermore, from these pieces of work she did something people didn’t gave credit: Writing. As she expanded her storytelling abilities outside her life (which she had already explored not just as much) she crafted a story that was connected across various songs:CARDIGAN, AUGUST, BETTY, TIS IS THE DAMN SEASON and DOROTHEA there is one big picture(Jupiter) and each song gives us details(Mercury) in how the participants lived it; they were in the same classroom,: BETTY, Inez, DOROTHEA, James, their teenage years full of dreams and problems, it was just a summer break when James took the train in AUGUST, and had a summer fling, breaking 2 hearts but he came back to apologize, and she accepted him. Meanwhile Dorothea was trying to make it in LA selling dreams and magazines, while Chris missed her until THE DAMN SEASON came around and they connected one last time. If you remember I selected these last songs for the freedom seekers of the zodiac: Sagittarius and Aquarius which let me jump to the next section.

#capricorn #the capricornstellium of 1989 #saturn in th 1st #saturn return #neptune in capricorn #mercury in capricorn #saturn in capricorn #capricorn rising #uranus in capricorn #cancer-capricorn axis

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roxasbelongswithsora-blog · 3 years

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How to NOT Ask Out Your Former Nobody

[ #Soroku after all Sora does basically own's Roxas heart body and soul but was still willing to make sure Roxas got to be his OWN person and Sora is the sky while Roxas is his sunset .]

𝐼 𝒸𝒶𝓃 𝒻𝒾𝓃𝒶𝓁𝓁𝓎 𝓈𝑒𝑒 𝒯𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝓎𝑜𝓊'𝓇𝑒 𝓇𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉 𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓇𝑒 𝒷𝑒𝓈𝒾𝒹𝑒 𝓂𝑒

𝐼 𝒶𝓂 𝓃𝑜𝓉 𝓂𝓎 𝑜𝓌𝓃 𝐹𝑜𝓇 𝐼 𝒽𝒶𝓋𝑒 𝒷𝑒𝑒𝓃 𝓂𝒶𝒹𝑒 𝓃𝑒𝓌 𝒫𝓁𝑒𝒶𝓈𝑒 𝒹𝑜𝓃'𝓉 𝓁𝑒𝓉 𝓂𝑒 𝑔𝑜 𝐼 𝒹𝑒𝓈𝓅𝑒𝓇𝒶𝓉𝑒𝓁𝓎 𝓃𝑒𝑒𝒹 𝓎𝑜𝓊

𝒴𝑜𝓊 𝓀𝓃𝑜𝓌 𝐼'𝓂 𝑔𝑜𝓃𝓃𝒶 𝒻𝒾𝓃𝒹 𝒶 𝓌𝒶𝓎 𝓉𝑜 𝓁𝑒𝓉 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝒽𝒶𝓋𝑒 𝓎𝑜𝓊𝓇 𝓌𝒶𝓎 𝓌𝒾𝓉𝒽 𝓂𝑒

𝒴𝑜𝓊 𝓀𝓃𝑜𝓌 𝐼'𝓂 𝑔𝑜𝓃𝓃𝒶 𝒻𝒾𝓃𝒹 𝒶 𝓉𝒾𝓂𝑒 𝓉𝑜 𝒸𝒶𝓉𝒸𝒽 𝓎𝑜𝓊𝓇 𝒽𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓂𝒶𝓀𝑒 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝓈𝓉𝒶𝓎

𝐼 𝒹𝑜𝓃'𝓉 𝒸𝒶𝓇𝑒 𝓌𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝒸𝓁𝑜𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓈 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝓌𝑒𝒶𝓇, 𝒾𝓉'𝓈 𝓉𝒾𝓂𝑒 𝓉𝑜 𝓁𝑜𝓋𝑒 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝐼 𝒹𝑜𝓃'𝓉 𝒸𝒶𝓇𝑒 𝒴𝑜𝓊 𝓀𝓃𝑜𝓌 𝐼'𝓂 𝑔𝑜𝓃𝓃𝒶 𝒻𝒾𝓃𝒹 𝒶 𝓌𝒶𝓎 𝓉𝑜 𝓁𝑒𝓉 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝒽𝒶𝓋𝑒 𝓎𝑜𝓊𝓇 𝓌𝒶𝓎 𝓌𝒾𝓉𝒽 𝓂𝑒

Saira smiled watching the two boys sit together on a bench both of them so clearly happy to be next to each other while eating the ice cream they had both ordered at the stand in town during the Dream Festal the feeling of Ventus grabbing her left hand to hold made her turn to look up at him with a shy smile then once he returned it with a soft chuckle both Princess and Knight turned back to watching Sora & Roxas ...who now seemed to be arguing over something on the Blond's Gummi Phone while unknown to both boys there Donald Fizz had started to melt. With a long sigh, Saira watched how Ventus went running over as soon keyblades had been brought into the small argument while Saira started to remember how this whole day could have never happened for them if Sora had not asked her for help she still could remember it like yesterday.

It all started on a normal Sunday afternoon inside of Disney Castle were inside of the Princess's bedroom sat a bored out of her mind Saira leaning on the chaise lounge with her head resting on her right hand while looking out of the large stained glass double doors leading outside to her balcony while in the background she could hear how her instructor Clarabelle Cow was going off on another lesson of royal duties when suddenly the sound of a Gummi ship engine flying past her window outside made her smile and grabbing her dress skirts had gotten up and raced over to pull open the doors and then stood outside on the balcony while leaning over the railing watching as the ship had landed in the courtyard and a brunette had walked out of the ship's hub alone and that was very odd for just Sora to visit by himself.

⭐HEY THERE SORA! ...WHAT DO YOU NEED ..DONT TELL ME THAT YOU MISSED ME THAT MUCH ALREADY? ⭐

Sora blinked and looked left & right until he found where her voice was coming from and with a bright smile raced over to right under her balcony and cupped his hands around his mouth.

☁️ HEY THERE SAIRA ...C-COULD WE TALK IT'S ABOUT ROXAS ?! ☁️

Saira blinked and then nodded down at him before heading back inside of her room and casting a Stopza on Clarabelle Cow to make it seem like her lesson was still going on if anyone of the castles other maids had happened to pass by her bedroom while she would be gone then raced back outside onto the balcony.

⭐ HEY SORA HOW GOOD ARE YOU AT CATCH ?! ⭐

☁️ UH...IM PRETTY GOOD. AT IT WHY?.... HOLLY GUMMI BLOCK'S DONT JUMP! ☁️

But it was too late because Saira was already falling and all the while poor Sora was trying not to freak out as he rushed foreword with open arms to have the girl land right in his arms only for the weight from the dress having knocked both down over into the grass while Saira was busy laughing at him while Sora sent a glare at her once both had stood back up.

☁️ ARE YOU CRAZY DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA WHAT VENTUS WOULD HAVE DONE TO ME IF YOU GOT HURT ?! ☁️

⭐ oh calm down you know Ventus could never kill anyone. ⭐

Sora stood in shock his face drained of color and then blinked.

☁️ K-kill.....YOU MEAN HE WOULD HAVE KILLED ME ?! ☁️

⭐ UH....no not kill ..but he very much would have seriously harmed you he has kinda become over worried about my safety after my whole death and weird resurrection, Anyway you wanted to talk to me about Roxas ..so what is it something to do with his schoolwork because I thought Olette was good at making sure the boys stayed on track with that stuff? ⭐

Sora had claimed down at the whole threat of death over his head and once the color had returned to his face he started to play with his fingers while glancing at the ground and had started to stutter.

☁️ N-no...uh..it had nothing to do with his schoolwork .... it's about h-how I think ...I'm in love with him ..a-and could u-use some help on h-how to ask him out? ☁️

Saira smiled bright to the surprise of Sora and then grabbed his left hand and pulled him along threw the large doors leading back inside of the castle where they both had snuck into the tea room .

𝔒𝔫𝔢 𝔥𝔬𝔲𝔯 𝔩𝔞𝔱𝔢𝔯

Sora had found himself sitting across from Saira on a couch while Pluto had jumped up to lay down next to the boy the dog had by now placed his head into the brunette's lap the room was quiet until Roxanne had walked in with a soft smile and had placed a tray of Tarte Aux Fruits with Blueberry tea on the small table in the middle of them then with a bow she had left leaving both Sora and Saira alone with Pluto as there only company.

⭐ SO!~ Sora tell me just you found out about these feelings you hold for Roxas? ⭐

Sora had paused drinking his tea and enjoying his Tarte Aux Fruits and while staring into the teacup started to blush then closed his eyes and placed his left hand over his heart and softly smiled.

☁️ It’s funny how a heart could be so full yet so empty before I had saved everyone there used to be so much support from Xion...even when I had no clue about her and then there was Ventus who had been with me from the start of my whole crazy journey ..t-then there is Roxas...who I had unknowingly depended on for so much ..then there was even Vanitas who had hidden inside of the darkest parts of my heart ....but after everyone had left to go live there own life ...I had me wondering just what purpose did my life mean now ..and sometimes there would be moments that I would just wander off and find a place to sit and think.☁️

Saira tilted her head and stopped sipping her tea and then set the plate back on the tray to lean foreword when Sora blinked and then glanced at her with a shy smile his eyes now open and showing the happiness in them.

☁️Once I started to think about it the memory of waking up inside of the pod room back in Twilight Town came to me ...the voice that called out my name ..it sounded so sad yet curious ...after waking up the unanswered question of who it the voice belonged to had always been at the back of my mind ......it was not until after fighting with him at The World That Never Was and he had rejoined with me did it hit me that the voice had belonged to him ...after that during the rest of the journey there were times when I tried so hard to talk to him. But he seemed so cold ..and always responded with a quick " leave me alone Sora ' and that hurt b-because I felt it was all my fault. ☁️

Saira gasped and quickly got up to move next to him to rub the tears that started to slide down his face with a soft smile she sat down next to him.

⭐Sora ...Roxas didn't ever blame you for what happened to him ...yes at first he tried so hard to refuse his fate but Sora...once he had joined again with you ..he told me that there was never a place that he had been that had felt so warm and safe ...like a home he never had ...it was a safe haven for him ...he has no hate for you.⭐

☁️ Y-yeah ...I know that n-now...b-because there were times that I could feel it ...l-like during my mark of mastery exam ...we got to talk ..and he explained everything to me .....THEN ..oh my GOD SAIRA ..that soft warm smiled he gave me ...my heart just about DIED! ...and he held my hands! ..That ..is when I knew that deep inside me there were feelings for him.☁️

⭐Hmm and ..what was the point that set things off making you want to come and ask me for help?⭐

Sora blushed and smiled remembering the point he had first got a chance to have a few moments to talk with Roxas after everyone had met outside of the keyblade graveyard and just how light the blond was when Sora had picked him up in a hug while unknown to Sora the blond had become flustered at the touch.

☁️ Well it is because during my last visit in Twilight Town me and Ventus were waiting around at the sandlot for when Roxas would be done with school for the day after a little around 6:23 we spotted Xion walking with Olette soon enough Hayner & Pence showed up talking with Isa and Lea ...after we all got caught up on how our life's had been the girls had went off to go shopping while Lea and Isa wanted to check out the new dishes at Le Grand Bistrot ..so that left only Roxas me and Ventus alone in the sandlot talking about how our weekend was going to be spent when Roxas walked over to me and pulled out a small bag of handmade chocolate and said something along the lines of " Here I made to much yesterday so Im handing some out to everyone ...anyway so " And of course I was not going to pass up the chance to have free candy so of course I took it ...although I could have sworn that Ventus did speak up about not getting any and before Id knew it Ventus was running away from Roxas who for some reason had his keyblades out , ..W-Well later when Ventus and me were getting ready to head back home ...he told me that Roxas had threated to freeze his mouth shut if he ever blew his cover again. ☁️

⭐ Aw Sora the handmade chocolate was a small sign that Roxas has feelings for you as well ...and yeah Ventus came here a day later whining about being scared for his life about Roxas killing him ....Anyway you wanted help right? ⭐

Sora nodded his blue eyes just begging for some help while his face stayed pink.

⭐ Alright so my idea would be to start with asking Roxas to lunch at the Le Grand Bistrot get something simple not to fancy ...then walk around a little bit maybe stop at sunset hill to check out the view then later on head up to the clock tower and spend the rest of the day up there then offer to go and buy ice cream while you are out getting the ice cream you should go and get something synthesized ... an item that could show the bond you too will share from then on ⭐

☁️THAT'S A GREAT IDEA OH GOSH I ALREADY HAVE IT ALL PLANED OUT OKAY! I'd better get going then thank you so much Saira your the best Princess in the world I have ever met! ☁️

Saira watched as Sora rushed around to leave nearly knocking over the table in the process once she heard the Gummi ship take off a relaxing sigh left her lips...that was until Max found her.

𝔒𝔫𝔢 𝔴𝔢𝔢𝔨 𝔩𝔞𝔱𝔢𝔯 𝔦𝔫 𝔗𝔴𝔦𝔩𝔦𝔤𝔥𝔱 𝔗𝔬𝔴𝔫

Roxas sighed while checking his Gummi phone while waiting for Sora outside of the usual spot the blond was just about to head back inside when the sight of brown spikey locks came rushing around the corner of the ally once getting close enough Roxas saw his jacket was ripped and raised an eyebrow at it.

☁️ S-Sorry. I was late the train caught the end of my jacket! so all ready for that lunch? ☁️

🍦 If you would have been any later it would end up being a dinner date 🍦

☁️ HAHAA! ..PFFH Y-YEAH...s-sure...ALRIGHT LET'S GO! ☁️

Sora grabbed the blond's left hand and dragged him along to the Le Grand Bistrot all the while Roxas would stumble while trying to pull his hand back but would end up failing to do so until nearly three blocks away Sora would trip over his own two feet and fall flat on his face while Roxas watched and tried so hard not to laugh, Once both boys had picked their table out and had ordered Ratatouille & Filet Mignon Poêlé they started up small talk ...that was until Sora had coked on his ice cream soda drink and made Roxas laugh so hard he fell over in his chair and the effect had caused Sora to have soda leak out his nose.

𝔄𝔱 𝔰𝔲𝔫𝔰𝔢𝔱 𝔥𝔦𝔩𝔩

🍦 Are you sure your nose is alright ...you did end up having only half of that drink left? 🍦

☁️ Roxas, I'm fine! ..but what about you that fall looked like it kinda hurt I'm sorry for laughing at you ☁️

🍦 Nah ...don't be it was pretty funny I'm sure everyone else would have laughed too...the Sun never sets in this world...but its something I'm used to by now ...but just for once I would love to see the stars at night 🍦

☁️ ..W-well if you ever want to back on my island the stars shine brightly each night but always twinkle differently ☁️

🍦 Really?...hmm...yeah that sounds very nice thank you Sora. 🍦

After spending most of the afternoon at sunset hill Sora & Roxas headed up to the clock tower to hang out on the ledge talking about what worlds each had visited in the past until Sora got up and offered to by ice cream for them both with a promise of a deal that Roxas got to buy next time the brunette raced off heading back into the main market first stopping at a Moggle shop and handing over his crown necklace and Roxas's small spikey symbol that he had stolen when the blond was not looking once, then left to buy the two sea salt ice creams after paying for them he quickly headed back to the Moggle shop and picked up the items soon enough he was racing back up the clock tower.

☁️ Here! sorry if it seemed I was taking to long ☁️

🍦 Nope your just fine Sora ...and thank you again for buying 🍦

Once both boys were done and had started to watch the sunset Sora pulled the items from his left side pocket and was blushing a bright shade of pink while holding out the blonds spikey symbol with a shy smile.

☁️ I got them both enchanted so that when either one of us is in danger or needs help it shall light up a soft blue color ...a-and I d-did this...b-because ...because ...B-BECAUSE I LOVE YOU ROXAS! ☁️

Roxas gave off the same soft smile just like before and leaned foreword pressing a soft kiss to the other's lips and held the gift close

🍦 I love you too Sora ..thank you.🍦

#Oneshot #SoRoku #Rokuso #cute moments #gay boyfriends #shy Sora #Seme Roxas #DON'T STEAL THIS BECAUSE I WROTE IT #IF I FIND OUT THIS IS STOLEN THEN I'M SENDING VANITAS AFTER YOUR ASS

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Part 22! It feels like a new era to me.

In short: Nico gets therapy from Dionysus. In this chapter, Nico wonders if he truly has a place to call home. Other chapters are on AO3, FanFiction.net and can be found in various Tumblr tags (i.e. Fanfiction, Nico di Angelo, Trials of Apollo).

This Might Be Crazy: Chapter 22: Fresh mint tea with honey

‘I talked to Hazel and now it is okay. I still sort of feel like I should have helped her, but I understand that she does not hold any negative feelings towards me, and that she probably never did.’

‘That’s a step in the right direction, Nico. Good job.’

I nodded. ‘Yes. But then…’

‘Then you began to overthink it.’

I shrugged. ‘I didn’t mean to.’

He sighed. ‘I guess it is my job to coach you through that.’ He looked over at the counter.

‘I have fresh mint tea with honey for us,’ Mary yelled before he could even say anything. ‘Two or three?’

‘Let’s be crazy, make it three.’ She grinned.

‘Nice to hear that the god of wine appreciates the way I make drinks.’ She winked and went in the back to make our tea.

She came back with three big glasses and a mountain of biscuits, the last of which she dumped into the middle of our table. ‘Here. They probably want to throw these away anyway.’ I took one of the pile.

‘Thanks!’ She winked again, before walking back to the counter with her own glass and about twenty biscuits.

‘So, let me hear what the issue is.’ Dionysus spun the mint leaves around in his glass. I looked at my own tea. ‘After we talked, Hazel asked me if I had wanted counseling when I came to camp, and if that is why I thought I had failed her. I told her yes, but we did not talk about it a lot. Yet, when I got home to my cabin, I began thinking about it, and I remembered that I felt pretty lonely for quite some time. Only now that I have Will and made good friends am I beginning to feel better. It also made me think about how I did not really have a place to call home, and that is mostly what I want to talk about, because I…’ I shrugged. ‘I still feel like that, sometimes.’

‘Alright, clear issue. You don’t really have a place to call home and sometimes you feel lonely.’ He stared at the biscuit mountain. ‘Maybe you don’t have a clear home, but you do have a roof over your head. Can you tell me about the places you live at?’

I dipped a biscuit into my tea. ‘I think that right now I stay at camp half-blood the most. That is where my boyfriend lives, where I have my own cabin and where my therapist lives.’ I looked him in the eyes. ‘Then there is camp Jupiter, where my sister lives and where I am a representative of Pluto and of the greeks. I can count the Underworld as a living place, I guess, I have a room there and it is going a bit better with Hades?’ It sounded like a question. I was not sure yet. It went better last time, but the time before that? Not really. ‘There are some other places where I am welcome, but I don’t really live there. Like, this Denny’s feels safe and we come here often, but I wouldn’t say I live here.’

‘Yes, that’s true. You said you think you are in camp half-blood most often?’

‘Yes, because, as I said, Will is there, and most of my friends are there, and…’ I shrugged. ‘I think there they accept me more than in the other places. In camp Jupiter, they respect me, but I am still a Graceas.’

Dionysus rolled his eyes. I decided to ignore it.

‘And in the Underworld… you know about the Underworld.’ He nodded. ‘It took quite some time for the people at camp Half-blood to come to terms with the son of Hades thing, more than in Camp Jupiter. But now there is this revolution of accepting everyone, which might be because of the cabins for the… eh… non-Olympian gods.’ Dionysus nodded again, as a sign that he approved of that term. ‘And the newer demigods don’t know about the old ways. So… they accept me. All of me.’

Dionysus nodded yet again. We both took a sip of our tea, which was now at drinking-temperature. ‘But it still doesn't feel like what you would call at home there?’

I shrugged. ‘No, not really. Perhaps that is old trauma, and it’ll come someday, I don’t know.’

Dionysus twirled the mint plants around some more. ‘Does it feel different from the way it did a few years or even a few months ago?’

I looked at my tea and took another cookie from the pile, while I took a moment to think about that. When I dipped the cookie into the tea, it crumbled to bits before I could take it out. ‘Shucks.’ Dionysus tapped the glass. The crumbles disappeared. I smiled at him. ‘Hm. I think so. I was truly miserable and not at home before the Titan war. That is part of the reason why I stayed over in the Underworld, which did not make me much happier. After the Titan war, they accepted me more at camp, even as a son of Hades, but it takes time for old prejudice to wear out. Not everyone dared to talk to me, I did not have many friends and I still did not feel completely at home, so I decided to go somewhere else. After some exploring, I found camp Jupiter, and… that was nice, I guess. They thought I was a Roman at first.’ I shrugged. ‘During the Giant war, I made a lot of new friends in both camps, and afterwards, I got closer to Will, the guy who introduced himself to me by saying he had helped to deliver a satyr baby.’ Mary looked up for a second.

‘He what?’ Dionysus asked.

‘Doesn’t matter, forget it.’ He would never forget it, I saw it in his eyes and in the way he took a new sip of mint tea. ‘And so I began to… settle, is settle the right word? Settle in camp Half-blood.’ I took a moment to think again. ‘I felt a little more at home after that. But…’ I dipped yet another cookie, while my brain finally decided to come up with a genuinely intelligent and non-self deprecating thought. ‘...but I still had a lot of trauma. After we began therapy, and that began to take effect, I began to feel better and I began to eat more, and… I began to feel better with where I was. With who I was.’ I shrugged. ‘I don’t feel perfect yet, and camp half-blood still feels temporary, but… it’s better.’

Dionysus had a small smile on his face. ‘You know, Nico? I have noticed that too. You look happier and healthier than when we began, like you feel more comfortable in your own skin. You participate in activities more, you became more sociable…’ he took a sip of tea. ‘And don’t worry about the fact that you still don’t fully feel at home. You are not completely better yet. We talked about a lot, but that does not mean that your doubts aren’t still there and that you are completely mentally healthy.’

‘I am not completely healthy yet, I am sure of that.’

‘It pains me to say it, but you are right. But one day you’ll feel much better, and we will only need to talk a few times per year.’ Of course, I knew he was immortal, but it still felt like a shock when it dawned on me that he could still be my therapist fifty years from now. His life would not have changed at all. ‘You will probably not be in camp half-blood anymore. You will have found your own house with someone - I sincerely hope it will be Will Solace - and one day you notice that you can call it home.’ He stopped for a moment. ‘But you don’t have to think about all that now. It is meant as a reassurance, not like something that needs to happen tomorrow.’

I pulled my warm glass towards me. ‘I know, Dionysus. And… thanks. Thanks for those words. Thanks for being there for me. Thanks for everything.’

I heard a long sob from the counter. I turned around. Mary was looking at us, with her hand close to her heart. ‘That’s so… sorry for listening, I didn’t mean to, but…’ she wiped a tear away. I heard Dionysus chuckle. He picked up his glass and walked over to the counter. He put the glass down. ‘This is good tea, by the way.’ He tapped the cup and it changed into a pile of banknotes. ‘Here. If we are here to thank, we must thank you again as well.’ She looked at the pile.

‘That’s…’

‘I am a god. Those banknotes mean nothing to me, but I do know you can be helped a great deal with them.’ She nodded and put a hand on her stomach.

‘Al… alright. And it will.’ I walked over to Dionysus (but not before I stuffed a bunch of biscuits into my pockets). ‘Thanks, Mary. I’ve got nothing, but thanks.’ She winked.

‘I’ll see you next time, then.’

I looked at her. Then at the hand on her stomach. ‘No, wait a minute. You have a boyfriend, right?’

She nodded. ‘Yes, his name is George, why?’

I looked at her stomach. She flushed red. ‘Oh, yes, we are expecting a baby. We both finished college recently and he got a good job, so...’

I stared at her. ‘Congratulations,’ I heard Dionysus say. He sounded just as surprised as I did.

‘Yes. Congratulations.’

Mary laughed. I shook my head, which made me wake up a little. ‘Seeing as how it sounds like neither of you have seen a baby before, you are invited to come see him when he is born.’

I looked at Dionysus. ‘We’ll come,’ he said for the both of us. Mary smiled, with her hand still on her stomach, while Dionysus teleported us back to camp.

A/N: I don’t have a lot to say about this. I had the idea of Nico being still uncomfortable with where he lives. Before I was writing, I felt a little uncomfortable because of my eating disorder (It was after our Christmas dinner and all), so I wanted to write something with a comforting ending. I think I succeeded.

I want to write the story of Nico going to see Mary’s child (A/N to my A/N: I just now realised that I called her Mary. In my defense: The virgin Mary is called ‘Maria’ in my native language, that must be why I missed it. It was not supposed to be symbolic), because I think it might show Nico in a domestic setting, where he feels nervous about regular stuff.

#Nico di Angelo #Dionysus #Trials of apollo #pjo #percy jackson #writing #fanfiction #fanfic #writer #writeblr #dionysus pjo #percy jackson and the olympians #therapy #hurt/comfort #home #baby #tower of nero #percy jackson fanfiction #trials of apollo fanfiction

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