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maxwell-mtv · 5 months

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To Wish Upon a Winter Star [Morris x G/N!Reader]

[HEY THERE, HI THERE, HO THERE! Sorry this took me a moment, I had to make sure this was perfect and then realized this would make for an excellent series so this will probably only be part 1 tbh. So my apologies for the offish end, but I assure you this intended to be a series now.

TRIGGER/CONTENT WARNINGS: Spicy old men who will gladly kill each other if they were only able too, jealousy, and brief alcohol mention!

Any who-sies, Merry Christmas, Happy Holidays, and Happy New Year to all you lovely folks out there <3. I hope you enjoy, and let me know if there's anything I can improve upon. I want to only produce the best for you all.]

“Morris Tod, the manager of Joja Mart, at our town's festival? That's ridiculous! What business does that corporate pig have nosing around our traditions? As if he has any right to intrude! He's the one who's actively ruining this town!” The shop owner slaps his newspaper onto his sales counter.

With a careless shrug, the purple haired girl finishes shuffling through her backpack.. “I don't know, Dad, that's just what Sam was telling me. Seems like maybe he's really trying to get involved.”

Sniffing and narrowing his eyes, the hunched man takes a bitter sip from his coffee mug. “What are the odds he's only showing because of the new Farmer?” His question was framed more as an accusation than a genuine point of conversation.

“I don't know. I don't care. I just don't want you to have an aneurysm when you see him there like you did when he showed up to the Luau…” The young woman rolls her eyes as she slings her bag over her shoulder and heads for the exit.

“Language, Abigail!” The man nearly stands up from his stool. “And where do you think you're going with that bag?”

“Outside?” She responds incredulously, pushing her way out the store.

Sitting back in his seat, Pierre takes another sip from his mug but not before scoffing at his daughter's rude attitude. This was going to be interesting, to say the least.

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Looking like Ebenezer Scrooge in the way he dressed, Morris carried on conversation after conversation with the locals in town square. It was funny how despite his general appearance that the man could be so charming when he wanted to be. At least to him, all it took was a one-liner here and there, then a charming incentive to make them want more. For hours, every chance he got, he'd practiced and practiced for every possible scenario. Even in the mirror in those brief moments when he'd be tying his bowtie, he'd practice his facial expressions and the endearing expressions that would help charm those around him.

Despite his best efforts, these skills could only take him so far. Often only as far as the supermarket he ran. He wasn't as sought after as he may have liked, years of rejection and loneliness helped to drive that point home especially. Now, as he took his seat on a corner table, this point was driven home for him once more. No one came up to him, and with every passing glance of the locals, he swore he wasn't truly welcome there. Perhaps observing this town's tradition this year wasn't the best idea. He could have easily taken his one day off a year and stayed home. Or maybe he could even call his mother who he'd hardly talked to since he basically moved into the town.

Bouncing his leg, he glances over to spot the incoming farmer who seemed in a rush to get to the festivities. Glancing at his wrist watch, he saw why they were in such a rush. It was already nearly noon, halfway through the celebration hours.

Suddenly, his ideas of leaving, escaping, or anything of the sort disappear. He watches the young farmer as they start their rounds. But he's taken by surprise when a strange pang of jealousy bubbles within him as he watches them talk to Pierre before scurrying off towards the others. He stands and weaponizes this strange new feeling, planning his his attack while he approached Pierre's stall, he makes sure the farmer's back is turned for this next part.

Resting an arm on the desk part of the stall, he glances at Pierre. “Working year round, are we?”

“Save for Wednesdays, I have no choice.” Pierre responds coldly.

“What a shame, this wouldn't happen if you'd just close up shop and work for us. We could use a good numbers guy.”

“Oh really?” The tired middle aged man says sarcastically. “Is that so?”

“Oh yes, you know pricing all our items can become quite the daunting task. I'm sure a man of your caliber could easily achieve such low-brow work.” Morris says, finding himself to feel rather proud in the moment.

Pierre gawks and nearly chokes on his own spit. “What's your deal, you slimy scumbag?” He spits out through clenched teeth. “What's your fetish with tearing me down and ruining my life every chance you get?”

Morris's grin widens as he gets this response. “I would say you're the one who's self-sabotaging, Pierre. After all, how hard could it be to just shut down shop and work for a more secure job?”

“Because I'd be letting you win.”

“What a childish way of looking at things.” Morris takes a pause to glance over his shoulder to make sure the farmer was nowhere in ear shot. He quickly turns and leans in, smirking at his glowering counterpart. “Why don't you just surrender this losing battle of yours? I'll gladly take your clients off your hands and in return you can spend more time with your darling family.”

“As far as I'm concerned, you can kiss my-” Before Pierre can finish his statement, his wife approaches with two plates sandwiched together. Morris takes this opportunity to leave and go to the tables of food and beverages, some of which this year proudly provided by the local Joja Mart. It was merely a small show of appreciation to the townsfolk for letting him join in on the local festivities.

As you finished your rounds, you took a deep breath. Now all there was to do was to give your secret person the gift, receive yours and then you could head out. As you approached Willy to say hello and hand him his gift, you're stopped by a familiar voice.

“Well if it isn't my favorite soon-to-be customer!” Morris approaches, holding out a travel cup for you to take. His cheeky grin never falters as he eyes you over.

“Oh, hey Morris.” You hadn't known the man outside of the few awkward encounters at and around Pierre's. You only ever went over the stream for the Library or Clint's so you hardly ever thought about Joja Mart. You glance warily at the steaming cup, wondering what it was you were supposed to do.

“Here, it's rather chilly out here, don't you think?” He gestures for you to take the cup before sensing your hesitance. “Don't worry, this is Joja's finest cocoa! It's soy, dairy, nut, and gluten free!”

“Then what's in it?” You question, skeptical of any and all Joja products, having worked for the central offices for so long.

“That's a surprise.” He winks at you, basically placing the cup in your own hand at this point.

You take a moment to smell the steam billowing from the cup, only for you to instinctually lean away. “Thanks.” Noting the oddly chemical scent, you lean away and subtly place the cup on a table behind you.

“Not a problem. I don't know why they hold this event outside. Wouldn't it be much more reasonable to have it indoors?” He glances around the set up. “Joja Mart is always happy to rent out our vast, open spaces. Our shelves are easily movable with the help of our able-bodied staff!”

“I heard they used to hold this in the Community Center before it crumbled apart.” You mention passively.

“I see, I suppose this way when it gets dark, we can all gather to see the star.”

“The star?” Was there really the legendary star? You'd never seen it before, of course it was a local legend for a reason.

Nodding the larger man turns to point you towards where the sea was. “Ah yes, the star. Haven't you heard the story yet?” He cocks a brow. “Everyone in town knows the story, even I do. Although if you ask me, I think it's all fantasy.”

Intrigued, you pry for the story. He tells it to you with less enthusiasm and color than Willy might have, but it was informative to say the least. If only you hadn't been interrupted on your way to the fisherman, it would perhaps seem more magical to you. “How would you like to meet me tonight on the docks? I’d be happy to point it out to you.”

You didn't know why, but the way his crimson eyes stared into yours inclined you to say yes. “Sure.”

“Great! Meet me tonight at 10, I'll be waiting by the fishing shack.” He establishes, letting you go off to finish what you were inclined to do.

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Hours go by, the festivities quickly wrap up with Pierre hardly making any gold. Exhausted, everyone goes back to their respective homes, others retire to the Saloon for a late night drink to calm their nerves. At the bar side, Morris sips on an Old Fashion and thinks over the day's events. What was up with that feeling inside his chest from earlier? Why did he so readily and easily insult and belittle Pierre? Sure they'd always had a strained business relationship, if one could even call it that. But he certainly went too far to go out of his way to shut him down like that. For a brief moment, Morris could feel some guilt festering in his stomach before drowning it with a final sip from his drink.

Setting the empty glass down, he places down a fine amount of gold to match the generosity shown to him with the potency of Gus's pour. He strides from the Saloon and makes his way over the bridge to the beachside. Any minute now, he'd need to show the new farmer a star he didn't even know the location of. All he knew was he would know it when he saw it.

Sitting on the docks, he lets his finely crafted leather shoes dangle over the water. Truly the drink had helped to let him relax more than normal. Leaning back, he takes a deep breath in. This was it. He was going to sell the farmer on Joja. Who didn't love to support a manager who went out of their way to create a relationship with them?

He heard the sound of steps walking over the creaking wooden boards which separated them from the sea below. Glancing over his shoulder, his hazy mind grew elated at the sight of you. His usual cheeky smile returned, but you could swear there was something different about it.

“Hey! If it isn't my favorite soon-to-be customer!” He says, turning his attention back up to the night sky. His heart seemed to skip a beat, only to pound all the harder to make up for lost time. His cheeks flushed red, but you couldn't see that, much to his luck, under the night light. “Come join me.” He offers a place next to him, patting his hand on the wooden docks.

“You sure? The dock is rather wet.” You cautioned yourself, unsure of his intentions. It was clear that something was off about his demeanor, but not necessarily in a bad way.

“You don't have to if you don't want to. I've just always loved this spot.” He shrugs, continuing to get lost in the stars above.

“Are you okay? You don't seem like your usual self today. I mean, Pierre even told me how you absolutely tore him to shreds earlier. I don't know you very well but if I had to guess I'd think something was wrong.” You take your seat next to him, albeit carefully considering you weren't wanting to get hypothermia tonight if you happened to slip into the waters below.

Morris felt his stomach drop. Of course Pierre would tell the farmer about that. “Oh, yes. I don't know what happened with that.” He lies, looking into the distance. That was the last thing he wanted to think about right now.

You take a moment to look over the manager's features. His slightly feathered hair, his sorrowful, almost empty expression, not to mention his glistening red eyes. It felt as if this wasn't the manager you'd grown to know over time. “Morris,” you start.

He looks over and into your eyes. “Hm?”

“You know you don't have to put on an act with me like everyone else, right? I hate it when people feel the need to wear a mask around me in order to gain my favor.” You confess, looking into his softening gaze.

“I don't know what you mean.” He chuckles, trying to brush it off.

“Listen, I know it might be hard, especially doing it all the time but you can let your guard down around me. Either way, I'm never going to shop at Joja Mart.”

That last sentence gets his attention, his glasses nearly tilting off his face with how fast he shoots you a look. “What!?”

“Yeah, I hate to break it to you but I'm in full support of Pierre. So please, stop pretending.” Shrugging, you watch as the man goes through several stages of processing.

For a moment, Morris wonders why he's even sticking around then. He knew he could charm anyone into shopping at his store, sometimes all it took was a big enough discount to have them reeling in. Then again, why didn't he try that already?

He looks to you and sighs, slumping his shoulders and swallowing his pride. “I suppose that's only fair.” He relents.

You watch in surprise as he gets up and starts walking off the docks. Wasting no time, you rise to your feet, slipping a little as you rush after him. “Where are you going?”

“Home.” He says, sounding defeated.

“You were supposed to show me the star.” You point out.

“Hm?” He looks back over his shoulder at you, he'd nearly forgotten.

“Yeah, you were going to show me the star.”

“You still want to see it?”

“Of course I do.”

“Willy would be far better for that.”

“Willy's not around.” You state bluntly. You were not about to let this man go so easily. At least, not in the state he seemed to be in now.

Turning around, Morris runs a nervous hand through his already messy hair. “Look, I won't lie to you, I don't even know where that stupid star is.”

It was as if in letting his mask fall, he'd revealed just how exhausted he really was. And the alcohol in his system certainly didn't help with him feeling it.

“That's okay, we can look for it together.” You insist calmly. “Unless you'd like to go home, in which case I'm completely fine with that too. But I'd love it if you'd look for it with me.”

Your subtle plea peaks his fancy. “I-I can stay.” He says, wondering if he'll regret this.

But just as his doubts were getting the best of him, your warm smile washes any future regret away.

Cut to nearly an hour of sitting back on the slippery docks together, you two start pointing out stars.

“I think it might be that one.” You say, pointing to another especially bright star.

“No, what about that one?” Morris points up in his own direction.

“Which one?”

Morris leans in and tries to point your vision towards his. “There.”

“I don't know which one you're seeing, but you're definitely wrong.” You say, leaning into him more until you two are touching. It felt so right, considering the chilly outdoors, his warm body made the lovely view even cozier. Morris chuckles and shakes his head. “No, see? It's large and purple and-”

“That's a plane.” You burst out laughing.

Morris looks down at you and adjusts his glasses. “What?”

“Yeah, that's a plane! See? It's lights are flashing, that's why they look-”

“Ey, what're ya two doing out here at this late hour? Don'tcha know I'm trying ta sleep in here?” A scruffy voice hollers from the window at the top of the fishing shack.

Both of you dart your eyes up to meet the fisherman's gaze. “Sorry, Willy.” You say. “I didn't even know you were in there.”

“Yeah, yeah, whatever. But just so you two know, the Winter Star is over there.” He points in the direction of the town where a large, looming purple star is clearing shining upon the sandy beach. “Now get outta here ye two love birds!” And with that, you two are left to each other again.

For a moment, you stare into each other's eyes again before you eventually break the awkward silence with laughter. “Well, we found it!” You manage to say.

“Yeah.” Morris says softly, glancing at you with a new found fondness.

Love birds?

This could be the beginning of something he'd been needing all along.

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fizzingwizard · 11 months

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Went to see Across the Spiderverse so I can fiiinally join in the hype hahahaha.

It was fantastic. The whole time I kept thinking how much I wished there had been a movie like this when I was a teen. I loved it as an adult, but as a teen I'd have been like next level obsessed.

Spoilers in between general squee

So Miles Morales is officially the coolest Spiderman. Well, at least he has the coolest movies, haha. Take your pick what Spiderman you like but seriously, I can't get over how this movie is conceptualized. Of course I felt the same with the first one, but this one lit up even further. It's artistic, it's musical, it's action-packed, it's comedic, it's full of heart, and somehow it balances all of that - never seeming too sentimental or too callous or too rushed or too cliche. It could have been any of those things, but instead of running from it, the movie embraces weakness and takes advantage of it. Heck, the core concept of the movie - that there's a "canon," a destiny, which must be fulfilled - could be a metaphor for how a story doesn't feel cliche no matter how many times it's been told if the characters have individuality and agency of their own.

The whole thing was good but the art and music, THE ART AND MUSIC. As for the art, it's so creative, such an innovative marriage of comic book style and computer animation. It doesn't say "This is too much, we won't be believable." Because it's not afraid of itself, neither is the audience. I think what makes it great is that it's got a clear idea tying all the different styles together, that idea being that this is a celebration of art styles throughout the decades, the same way the story is a celebration of our shared human experience.

The music is very Now. It's interesting and fits really well with each character and each scene. When Hobie appeared and it got all awesomely punk rock I could barely resist banging my head hahaha.

Also Hobie is THE BEST. From his character design to his personality to his role in the story, he's just so, so memorable and cool. He's got a small role, but he takes full advantage of it.

Loved Pavitr too, adorable, charming, annoying sweetheart. Really hope we haven't seen the last of him. "This is your daughter who I do not know" x'DDD My one complaint about this movie: I wanted more of Hobie of Pavitr so badly!!

Also Jess!! Pregnant, riding a motobike, and fighting evil. This movie pulled zero punches.

My favorite was Gwen. Gwen was everything. I was so super into her. Anecdote time: When I was growing up, I loved action and adventure stories. My favorite characters and ships almost exclusively involved boys and not girls. I felt bad because I wasn't supporting female characters - but I couldn't help that I didn't like them, or at least not as much as the boys. And I hated any time it seemed someone treated me like a "fan girl" who's just "in it for cute boys." But here's the thing. I did like female characters... in shows made for girls. Like Sailor Moon, CardCaptor Sakura, Utena - in all those shows my favorites were girls, and my ships were het or FxF. But the shows for girls weren't as popular as the shows for boys, because girls would watch both but boys mainly wouldn't. So the boy shows had bigger fandoms and more content and lasted longer.

What I'm trying in a roundabout way to get at is: Gwen Stacy is the proof that I, and many other unfairly labeled "fan girl" types, were really just desperate for great female characters in action shows that were popular with boys too. Your choices back then were: the love interest who is mainly a cheerleader, the love interest who does have some cool skills but never as cool as the boys, the love interest who is really cool and interesting but the story is only told from the boy's perspective, or the strong independent woman who doesn't need a man (aka a horrible, one-dimensional, token example of a "strong female character"). But Gwen. Gwen is none of that. She's strong, she's vulnerable, she needs help, but she's independent, she's fierce but also soft, and she's so far very much got her own natural, organic role in the story. She's hands down my favorite. And if there had been more female characters like her when I was a kid, I'd have loved them as well. So there. Fuck everyone who says otherwise, lol. And I know that there is a theory that Gwen is trans, and if so I will support it for all the same reasons. Just make characters who are fleshed out and real, whether they are boys or girls or trans or nonbinary. Just make them all like that and we won't have to have silly arguments about it! :P

Anedcote over. So, I love that Gwen got her own mini-movie in the first bit. I love the storm clouds in her relationship with Miles. It's not the usual stuff - I mean it is, but it's done in a way that feels really fresh. Her story almost predicts Miles's, or what Miles's could be. She's already lost a Spiderman, and when her father, a cop just like Miles's, discovers her identity, he isn't supportive. So when she hears that part of her canon as a Spiderman may mean her father dies, she's so heartbroken and depressed that she accepts it must be. When she tells Miles that in every universe a relationship between Gwen and Spiderman ends badly, and he responds something like "Then let's make this the first which doesn't," omg. My heart. I love them so much.

And more on Gwen. When it was clear that she was more or less betraying Miles, "for the greater good," I was a little disappointed at first. I loved her bit in the beginning so much and felt sad that she was then degraded to "girl from the wrong side of the tracks who needs to be saved by the hero." But that doesn't happen! Of course she's inspired by Miles, he's a big part of why she's able to stand up again. But he's not all of it. When Miguel throws her into the machine to send her back to her reality, I was so afraid she was going to cry and plead for another chance. But again, she doesn't. She just fights, and when she can't fight anymore, she says "We're supposed to be the good guys." And when she gets sent back, the thing she most feared, she discovers what can change when you take a risk on a second chance. And I think she realizes that her resignation was really fear. A false sense of control felt safer than accepting that our world is really chaos. That's where Miguel, I assume, is still... interesting to see what will go down with him in the future.

And last, Miles. He's just the perfect hero for this movie. He feels deeply. He's got conviction. I never believed The Spot was his real nemesis, so when it turned out to be his doppelganger in the other reality, I was like, omg so fitting. Yeah, it's overdone, but it doesn't feel like it is! Because it fits so well with what the story is trying to do. Miles was able to resist Miguel's rationale in a way the others couldn't because he has those deep convictions and that raw human hope in the future. But for that same reason, if things go wrong, if he fails when he's staked his whole heart on succeeding, the danger is losing his sense of self and turning into Miles the Prowler. It's such a great analogy for grief and suffering and why we struggle through our hard lives.

Just every moment was good. I kept waiting for one that I'd think well this could have been done better, but it didn't come. Maybe Gwen's dad was a little too quick to be ok with the whole portal jumping thing, lol. I really don't care. Such a fun movie and incredibly well made. I know the music and art made a huge difference for me - one reason why I feel like I could stand to watch it again, when I really haven't bothered to rewatch any other superhero movies. (Except the first Avengers, I think I'd still enjoy that if I watched it again.) It just never got stale and held my interest the whole time. And I gotta say: MilesxGwen 5 ever. Hahaha. Idk what the future holds for them (I mean Margo is also a sweetheart and nothing lasts forever...) but anyway I SHIP IT!!!

#spiderman #across the spiderverse

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dulcesiabits · 4 years

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twst + valentine’s day

request: can we please get something that involves all twst dorm leaders like the armband scenario?? maybe it’s valentines/ christmas and the MC’s going around giving gifts ?? thank uu!

a/n: I,,, included all of the characters as a bonus.... so the format of this is different from how I usually write, and it’s also pretty long lol. I’m sorry this took way too long to get out //side eyes all the other old stuff in my drafts//

For the past few days, all of your friends had been acting... strange, to say the least. Azul kept finding excuses to spend time with you, and Ruggie always slipped an arm around you whenever he saw you in the halls. Even Idia was texting you more frequently, even if half of his texts were asking you to help him do a raid in one of his MMOs.

It was only when you passed by Sam’s shop and saw a lascivious pink and red display of candy and roses that you realized what was happening. Valentine’s day was tomorrow, and all your friends wanted chocolate from you. It was no surprise the date had slipped your mind, considering all the trouble you were usually neck deep in.

You didn’t have to do anything for the holiday (you were a little surprised they celebrated it, to be honest) but you cared about your friends, as conniving and rude some of them were. The least you could do to show your appreciation would be to give them some sweets.

After convincing Crowley to lend you some money, and armed with nothing but your determination and late night adrenaline, you braced yourself to make enough chocolates for 22 people in one night.

The next day, running on four hours of sleep and lugging around a heavy bag full of chocolates, you were ready to pass out your gifts. You had even found the time to individually package the chocolate, tying the bags with a cute ribbon and hastily scribbling the recipient’s name and a little doodle on them.

Ace, as always, is terribly smug. Wrapping a arm around your shoulder, he jokingly asked if you were trying to confess your feelings as he popped a piece of chocolate into his mouth. Of course, he’s tired of receiving candy from his many admirers (you have those? you asked, and Ace cuffed you on the head), but you’re a little special from all the others (he’s just saying, if you wanted to date, he would even be willing to do things he didn’t like for you).

Deuce isn’t used to receiving chocolate whatsoever, so he’s a blushing mess when you hand him a bag. He’s too busy admiring the packaging (it has a blue ribbon!!! You even drew a little spade on it for him!!!!!) and solemnly promises to cherish it forever. You remind him that the chocolate would spoil, and if he wanted more, you’d simply make some for him. He’s honestly very close to fainting from happiness. His first valentine’s chocolate, from one of his best friends! He’s come a long way from being a self-destructive delinquent.

Jack takes the chocolate with little fanfare. He insists he doesn’t really care about valentine’s day, and he’s only taking it because you’re his friend. But the way his tail is wagging fast enough to create a miniature tornado betrays his real feelings. He’s ridiculously happy, even if he’s hard pressed to say it. Jack has always thought he didn’t need the company of others, but you’ve changed his mind (even if you drag him into trouble on a daily basis).

It’s a surprise to Epel to receive chocolate, but it’s definitely a pleasant one. There was practically no one his own age in his home village, so he’s never celebrated valentine’s day. He doesn’t know much about it, so Epel thought you were confessing your feelings for him (which certainly turned him as red as an apple). But he’s smiling from ear to ear, shyly thanking you. It’s nice to have someone who accepts you for who you are, country accent and feral energy and all.

For the first time since you’ve known him, Sebek is ridiculously quiet. His mouth is agape as he looks as the chocolate like he’s never seen candy before. Valentine’s day is a silly human custom, and it’s not like he really wanted chocolate, but if you insist, then he has no choice but to take it (you threaten to take the chocolate back and he yells so loud your ear drums pop). You know, for a human, you weren’t that bad. He... sort of... enjoys your company. Only a little, though!

Riddle is never one to turn down sweets, and never from someone he’s fond of. He’s a little bashful as he takes the chocolate, especially when he’s seen that you’ve decorated the bag with care. He’s a little awkward as he thanks you, because no one has given him chocolates before. He’s going to happily savor each piece (you almost forgot how terrifying Riddle is until you saw him break the sound barrier to behead someone who had painted a rose pink. You are so, so thankful you usually manage to stay on his good side).

Trey has nightmares about valentine’s day. His family’s bakery is usually packed due to the holiday, and he has to work until his arms are about to fall off for a week straight. Besides, he’s usually the one passing out chocolate to others, not the one receiving it. But he’s not going to turn down chocolate from his cute junior now, is he? You might even be Trey’s favorite first year, but he’s never going to say for sure.

Cater doesn’t like sweet things, but when you tell him you made sure to get dark chocolate specifically for him, he’s throwing his arms around you in excitement. Be prepared for him to spend at least thirty minutes snapping selfies with you, and photographing his gift from like twenty different angles so he can brag on Magicam (and maybe even irritate anyone who hasn’t received chocolate from you yet).

You’re pretty sure that Leona is used to receiving a ton of chocolate because he’s a prince (he’s also extremely hot), but he’s taking the bag from you before you can even finish saying hello. Leona’s too prideful to admit it, but he finds you amusing, and he’s even grown fond of you. There’s no way he’s going to pass up on a gift from his favorite herbivore, especially when you went to all the trouble to prepare it. Surely you can spare some time to nap with him as he eats it, right?

Ruggie’s gift is a little special: you’ve made chocolate frosted doughnuts for him, knowing how much he loves doughnuts. He’s giving his signature snicker when he sees what you’ve brought him, and his tail may or may not be wagging. Ruffling your hair, he jokes that he’s a little surprised at how good it tastes. It makes Ruggie’s heart flutter a little; he’s never celebrated valentine’s day before, but he’s glad that his first chocolate was from you.

Azul tries to play it cool, but his red ears give him away: he’s never received genuine valentine’s chocolates before. People who do give him anything just want to make sure a business deal runs smoothly. Of course, he can’t simply accept a present: no, he’s asking you if you want something in return (someone convince him to stop reading so much capitalist theory). He also hides the chocolate: it’s very special, and he can’t have the twins teasing him about it.

Honestly, Jade kind of scares you. Floyd is the temperamental one, but at least he’s easy to read. You can’t tell what Jade is thinking when you hand him his bag. The chocolate is shaped like little mushrooms, and Jade flashes you a sharp tooth smile as he thanks you for the gift. He even raises your hand to press a kiss to your knuckles, saying he might give you a discount at the Mostro Lounge. Aren’t you cute? He has his eye on you, for better or worse.

Floyd practically throws himself on you as soon as he sees you. He’s seen everyone else bragging about the chocolate they’ve received from you, so where is his? It’s hard giving him his little bag of chocolate when he’s basically draped all over you, but you somehow manage. Floyd is beaming, calling you a cute little shrimp as he presses a kiss to your head. He doesn’t really care about the chocolate; he’s just happy he got something from you.

Kalim trusts you so much he doesn’t even ask someone to taste test his chocolate before he bites into a piece. He’s so incredibly happy, and much like Floyd, he’s got you wrapped in a tight hug, flashing you a bright smile. You’re such a good friend, and you’re so cute, and you make all of his parties a thousand times better. Kalim’s already considering how to thank you. Would a parade and party in your honor suffice?

Jamil is stoic as he receives your chocolate. Kalim’s usually the one who receives gifts, not him, because he’s always had to stick to the shadows. He’s very flattered, though, and when you tell him that you care about him, he’s pulling the strings of his hoodie tighter to hide the warmth in his face. Internally, he’s gloating because he noticed his piece of chocolate was bigger than Kalim’s (wow, petty king).

Vil has been waiting for you to give him his chocolate all day. Epel and Leona have been taunting him over the fact that he had yet to receive anything from you. The idea that you don’t like him irritates him. Listen, Vil may have a mountain of chocolate from admirers already, but yours is the only one he really wants to eat. No expensive box of chocolates beats a homemade present from his favorite potato, you know.

Rook already knows what’s up. He’s singing your praises when he sees you in the halls, reciting a poem he wrote especially for you that makes you blush. When you finally manage to give him his chocolate, Rook presses a kiss to your cheek. You’re a beautiful person, and he hopes you’ll allow him to stay by your side in the years to come. After all, he wants to see how your beauty grows and improves.

You’re not really sure how to give your present to Idia, but Ortho solves that problem for you. He promises to deliver it to Idia, but you feel a little bad that Ortho can’t eat any himself. He assures you he doesn’t mind; his brother is going to be over the moon with happiness, and that’s enough to make him happy. Ortho gives you a hug before he goes on his way. Idia is certain he’s dreaming when he receives the gift. Is this real? This only happens in, like, manga and anime, you know. Whenever he texts you, he blushes bright red at the memory, and it takes him a week to calm down.

You scream when Lilia pops out of nowhere, upside down, ready to receive his chocolate. Lilia is amused; aren’t you adorable, running around giving gifts to everyone? He never tires of how strange and delightful human customs are. Pressing a kiss to your forehead as thanks for the present, Lilia smiles at your flustered expression. Perhaps he should surprise you with kisses more often, just to see that look on your face.

Silver is happy to receive any sort of edible food, especially if it’s as good as yours. After years of Lilia’s cooking, he’s learned to take his blessings where he can. Of course, he isn’t even halfway through the bag before he falls asleep on your shoulder. Silver looks so peaceful, you don’t have the heart to move him. Later, when Sebek finds the two of you, his angry shouting can be heard from the other side of the school.

Malleus is a little grumpy when you meet him for your nightly walk. After all, Lilia, Silver and Sebek were all happily munching on chocolate you’ve given them, and he hasn’t received anything yet. Maybe you’ve forgotten him, just like everyone else. But when you pull out a bag for him, tied with a green ribbon and a cute little dragon doodled on the wrapping, he doesn’t know how to react. It’s adorable, and he’s unspeakably happy. Everyone is unnerved over the next few days, because Malleus walks around with a perpetual smile. Sebek is a bit jealous, and Lilia chuckles knowingly. It’s no secret that Malleus adores you.

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ibijau · 3 years

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Concubine nhs pt6 / on AO3

“What if you lived here,” the emperor says as he peppers with kisses the crook of Nie Huaisang’s neck. “I could arrange to give you quarters of your own. You’d get to spend your time as you please, you’d only see the people you want to see, and it’d be easier to be together.”

Nie Huaisang hums, tracing patterns on the other man’s sweaty back, enjoying the warmth and closeness. He’s never actually complained against Nie Funyu, but the emperor might have picked up on his reluctance whenever it’s time to go home. Or maybe he didn’t notice, and just wishes to have him more at his disposition. They’ve counted themselves lucky when they could see each other once a week in the nearly two months since they’ve become lovers. The emperor is often busy during the day, and worries too much about Nie Huaisang’s reputation to make him stay at night. He doesn’t want the Nies to get the wrong idea, he’s explained, even if in this case the wrong idea would be the right one.

It’s sweet of him. The emperor would probably be horrified to learn that Nie Funyu has given him spring books, ‘for inspiration’, and encouraged him to ask for advice to Meng Yao, whose mother was a courtesan.

There are many things the emperor doesn’t need to know.

At least, the war against the Wens seems to be going well. Nie Mingjue has captured a strategic city already… though the Wens apparently have shown signs that they might attack the lands under Jiang Fengmian’s protection, and if they succeed that could be a serious threat to commerce. Nie Huaisang has spent a couple of sleepless nights peering over maps, trying to guess what his brother’s strategy might be. They might need to rely on the armies that are under Jin Guangshan’s command, which won’t be pleasant because he’s a prick and difficult to work with, but his son is engaged to the young lady Jiang, so maybe…

“Huaisang, what do you think then?” the emperor asks, rising on one elbow to look at his lover’s face. “About living here?”

“I think your uncle won’t like it.”

“This isn’t about him, and I’ll deal with him if needed. Do you like it?”

A home of his own wouldn’t be unpleasant, Nie Huaisang figures. It would make it harder for people to order him around, and he wouldn��t have to report everything he does when he’s alone with the emperor. On the downside, it means being forced to follow protocol and learn a whole new set of rules to avoid getting in trouble in the imperial palace, where people are ever so attentive to rank and constantly plotting for their own schemes. It also means losing Meng Yao, the only friend he’s managed to make since coming to the capital.

“I don’t want people to think of you badly,” Nie Huaisang says, and means it. He doesn’t like hearing the emperor insulted. “They’ll say you brought in a servant’s son as your whore when you won’t even take a wife.”

“I don’t want a wife, I want you,” the emperor replies with such sincerity that Nie Huaisang can only smile at him and steal a kiss. The emperor allows that kiss, but ends it before it can turn heated, an air of concern on his face. “If you don’t want to live here, just say no.”

“Hm.”

“But if you’re scared of what people might say, then I’ll make this as official as can be. I can’t take you as my wife, but there have been male concubines in the past. You’d have every honour that I can bestow upon you, a monthly allowance, your own quarters, as many servants as you’d like… People would owe you the same respect they’d owe anyone else in my household.”

That’s probably not as much respect as the emperor thinks. Having lived so much of his life as a servant, Nie Huaisang has overheard a lot of gossip and is only too aware of what people say about that sort of situation. He’s heard his father chat with his guests about the many whore of their good friend Jin Guangshan, or share stories about the old emperor and his tragic romance that elicited more laughter than compassion.

And that’s just what nobles share among themselves. Servants are just as ruthless when talking about their masters. Nie Huaisang knows what people said about his father for taking a pretty servant girl into his bed a whole winter, even talking about marrying when she became pregnant, before eventually sending her back to her old job after deciding he didn’t want to divide Nie Mingjue’s inheritance. If Nie Mingjue himself hadn’t become fond of his bastard brother and insisted on seeing him legitimised... and people gossip about that, too.

People are mean.

“What if you change your mind about me?” Nie Huaisang asks.

The emperor looks sad and brings a hand to Nie Huaisang cheek, caressing his face with unbearable tenderness.

“I won’t. I’m sure about the way I feel.”

Nie Huaisang says nothing. People are always sure at first, always ready to say whatever it takes to get a pretty little thing in their bed, until someone prettier comes around and catches their attention…

But the emperor isn’t people. He’s someone who means what he says, and his every action make it clear that this isn’t just about sex. He’s so genuinely happy when they’re chatting, when they’re playing a game, when he gets to make Nie Huaisang try some new food. Even today the emperor was more interested in painting together, and they probably wouldn’t have made love if Nie Huaisang hadn’t seduced him.

Nie Funyu scolded him after the one visit that didn’t end up in bed, accusing him of not putting in the effort, of being selfish, of risking his brother’s life by not giving in to the emperor’s every whims. So now, Nie Huaisang is careful, even though he’s half sure he doesn’t need to be.

The emperor is not like other men.

It’d be easier if he were. It’d be just a transaction, which Meng Yao says is the best way to deal with those situations. When feelings get involved, things become messy, he said, and made Nie Huaisang promise not to do something stupid like falling in love.

It might be too late for that, but Nie Huaisang promised anyway.

“If you don’t want to live here, it’s fine,” the emperor says when Nie Huaisang has been silent for too long. “Just know that I’m willing to give this to you. Anything you want, I’ll give it to you.”

“I want to run away with you,” Nie Huaisang replies too fast. “Far away from here, and hide from everyone we’ve ever known.”

The emperor sits up, a sad smile on his lips. It’s unfair that he’s beautiful even when he’s sad.

It unfair that Nie Huaisang can’t have the only thing he really wants.

“What about your brother?”

Nie Huaisang stretches, and wrinkles his nose. It’s getting late, he realises, looking through the window. He needs to wash and get dressed so he can leave. He doesn’t want to.

“I guess Mingming is allowed to visit us sometimes. But only if he’ll keep the secret.”

With a short laugh, the emperor takes Nie Huaisang’s hand and helps him sit up as well, before stealing a kiss.

“And my brother?”

“I don’t know. Would you miss him?”

“Very much so.”

“Then he can visit as well,” Nie Huaisang generously allows. “In fact, he can even live with us, but he’ll have to do his share of work. Can he hunt?”

“Wangji is a strict vegetarian.”

“So what? Plenty of people eat meat who can’t hunt. He could hunt and not eat meat. I’ve heard people say he’s amazing with a bow. If he lives with us, he can go hunt for rare furs, that will make us some nice money. I can sell my services as an accountant or something of the sort. And you… well, you can just stay home and write poetry, you’re good at that.”

“A kind way to say I don’t have any useful skill!” the emperor complains, pulling him close for a kiss that’s more laughter than anything else.

For a moment, Nie Huaisang thinks that the kiss will lead to more, but the emperor is too serious and reasonable for that. Instead he gets a soft towel to clean Nie Huaisang’s body until the only traces of their lovemaking are a few red bites. They both have other things to do. The emperor must lead his people, and Nie Huaisang must humiliate himself by sharing more than he’d like about his intimate life with his father's cousin.

As they both get dressed, the emperor chats quietly, trying to figure out when they might be together again. There are some important celebrations coming up, and he needs to hear the grievances of a great number of officials and supplicants because of the trouble caused by the Wens. It probably will be two weeks before he can make time again, if not more.

Two weeks feels like a very long time. Not only will Nie Huaisang miss the emperor, but he’ll have to deal with his cousin’s temper, who is sure to be upset by this long pause in their acquaintance.

“Xichen, I’ve decided what I want,” Nie Huaisang says as he finishes tying his robes. The emperor looks at him with a puzzled air, as if he’s already forgotten what they were talking about. Then, as he remembers, his expression turns hopeful, so much that Nie Huaisang can only smile. “I want to live here, with you. As your concubine, your servant, your whore, I don’t care, I just want…”

He can’t finish, because the emperor crosses the distance between them and kisses him as if his life depends on it.

They do end up making love again after all. The entire time, the emperor swears he’ll take care of Nie Huaisang, that he’ll protect him, that he loves him, that they’ll be happy. Life isn’t that simple, but Nie Huaisang can pretend that it is. It’d be nice to be happy.

In his next letter, Father says that the emperor has written to him about taking Nie Huaisang as his concubine, and sent a contract draft regarding that offer. Father then congratulates Nie Huaisang for tricking the emperor so well, and forcing him to make his support of their family as official as if he’d married one of their daughters. That praise leaves him feeling dirty. The emperor is a good man, who doesn’t have to be tricked into doing what he thinks is right, and Nie Huaisang hates that this is how others see their relationship.

The best thing about going to live in the imperial palace, Nie Huaisang decides, is that Father won’t be able to write such cruel things anymore for fear the emperor might see it.

#xisang #nie huaisang #lan xichen #mo dao zu shi #mdzs #jau writes #concubine au #I think I'm getting to the end of my burst of inspiration for this au #mayyyyyybe another chapter in the coming days? But I can't even promise that #oh well it's been fun while it lasted #I guess painful cramps are good for something: they make me write angsty shit

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dean-winchesters-gardian-angel · 4 years

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Halloween Special

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Summary: It’s hard to believe the man you love can love you back when he has an abundance of options. Trust getting trapped in a maze together to make you confess.

Word count: 7143

Warnings: swearing, angst, fluff, mutual pinning, slow burn?

A/N: Have an excellent Halloween and stay safe out there. I now have a masterlist so be sure to check it out. As always read it, enjoy it and I’ll see you on the other side! Unbeta’d all mistakes are mine.

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Y/N had been with the Winchesters long enough to know the rules around holidays. Dean more than welcomed the yearly events and would always find ways to mention them and celebrate them in any manner possible. Sam on the other hand, though admittedly happy to see his brother in such an upbeat mood, hated holidays. Whether they be Christmas or Halloween, New Year, or Easter, Sam was last to participate in the celebration. His reason being he didn’t want to look forwards to something that may not happen, an event that is to be celebrated with friends and family while their friends and family had all passed away. A reasonable excuse though not enough for Dean to give him a break.

All the while, Y/N would get lost in Dean's energetic holiday personality, enjoying the time of year herself as much as possible. In the end, what would occur more often than not on holidays was a drink at a bar decorated appropriately for the time of year. This year was no different as of yet. The closer Halloween came to be, the more excited Dean had become and the more closed off and short-tempered — at least around the subject — Sam had gotten.

The trio had finished off a hunt, a day before Halloween, and made their way to a bar to top off the night. The drive was only five or six minutes, highway ad signs blemishing the view of the otherwise empty countryside, a gentle golden light feathering through the seemingly glowing grass as the sun made its way to wake people up on the other side of the planet. Dean watches her in the rear-view mirror. Y/N admires her surrounding for the back of Baby, only breaking eye contact with the word when she felt the car sway to the right as Dean pulled over into a parking lot. The three of them made their way inside, Sam on his phone looking into the local news, Dean gleaming at the sight of decorations, nudging Y/N to look at things he’d spotted.

Waitresses dressed in skimpy costumes, fake cobwebs on the walls and ceiling littered with plastic spiders and leaves, the specials for the week were found on the chalkboard at the entrance and again behind the bar, drawings of skeleton hands pointing to individual drinks. The bar was as crowded as to be expected considering it was a Friday night and only a day away from Halloween. Groups of girls in their sexy nurse and sexy pirate costumes huddled together eyeing the brothers, whispering and giggling. Sam ignored his surroundings making his way to the bar and ordering a beer while Dean wore a grin as he looked around at the people and decorations. Y/N stood next to him, hands in her jacket pockets, taking in the atmosphere for herself, appreciating the light mood that came with good company. Dean lifted his arm, draping it over her shoulder and pulling her against his side. The girls that had been attentively watching the eldest Winchester rolled their eyes and turned back toward the entrance in hopes of spotting the next charming guest the bar would welcome that night. Y/N looked up to the ridiculous grin the hunter wore as he took in his surroundings, shaking her head with a light chuckle.

“You’re such a goon. Come on.” She moved one hand from her jacket pockets to his back giving him a gentle pat before leading him to the bar. Dean was in no way going to let his brother's bad mood dampen his own, instead, trying to cheer him up. They sat on the tall stool, beers in hand as Dean nodded to Sam with his drink then back towards the girls who had reverted their gaze back towards the Winchesters.

“Sam, look up from your phone man, look at all these hot chicks trying to get your attention. You should go talk to ‘em. They’ve had their eyes on you since you walked in here and you can’t even make eye contact. Shameful.” He teased as he sipped his beer.

“If they’re so hot then why don’t you go talk to them.” Sam's voice was monotone his eyes focus on the glowing device in his hand.

“Nah, see I’m already in a good mood. I got everything I need, my beer, a hunt gone well, and my very favourite girl by my side the day before Halloween.” He slid his arm over Y/Ns shoulders again shaking her a little, reinforcing his words. “See you, my Sammy, have that phone. Come on man it’s not even Halloween yet and you’re already bumming me out. I mean look at Y/N! You’re killing the vibe dude.”

“Whatever Dean. If you want to party it up for Halloween be my guest, doesn’t mean I have to join in. I’m comfortable living vicariously.” With a huff, Dean caved not wanting to waste his night on someone else’s bad mood.

“Whatever dude.” Dean swallowed the rest of his beer, quickly ordering a new one before turning to Y/N.

“You like Halloween, right?”

“Well, I like the candy involved that's for sure. Yeah, I like Halloween, the haunted houses, costumes, trying to scare your friends. Oh, and also the candy involved.” Earning a chucked from both the brothers.

“Look I don’t wanna, you know, kill the vibe, so why don’t you guys just do your thing and I’ll see if I can find us a new case okay?”

“Okay but Sammy,” Dean looked his brother in the eyes with a serious look on his face pointing his beer at him. “Don’t leave those girls hanging.”

“Yeah. Right.” Sam huffed out a chuckle before moving to an undisturbed booth leaving Y/N and Dean at the bar as the two of them leaned back against it in on their seats.

“What about you? You gonna leave those girls hanging?”

“They were eyeing Sammy, not me.”

“Pretty sure they were interested in both of you ‘till you went and put your arm on my shoulder.” She sipped at her beer watching the crowd.

“Yeah well, I guess I ruined my shot then didn’t I.” He smiled over to her, head tilted, and eyes brows raised.

“Unless you didn’t.” She nodded towards the angel walking over to them, a white mini skirt and white top showing unnecessary cleavage with wings and a halo. Her make-up was over the top as were her six-inch white heals and equally white salon nails. She stood in front of Dean closer then welcomed and introduced herself.

“Hi, I’m Candy.” Dean smirked shaking her hand.

“Hi there, I’m Dean, this is Y/N.” Candy looked over to her with the fakest of smiles on her face as Y/N did her very best to restrain from laughing. Candy stood there doing her utmost hardest to flirt with Dean who was giving her nothing to go on, finding every possible way to mention Y/N in the conversation. Soon enough Candy left her number with Dean and walked away.

“Dude you suck! What was that! You know better than to mention your girlfriend when trying to get laid. You know what I mean, a friend who’s a girl, not the point! You’re Dean Winchester! And that,” She gestured at him “sucked.” She sipped her drink.

“I already told you Y/N, I got everything I need. Right here.” He held up his beer and nudged into her. “Plus, you’re the one who likes candy.”

Before long the triad had made their way back to the motel room. Entering the room Dean booked it to the bathroom calling dibs on the first shower. Sam dramatically threw his hands in the air sighing. Y/N, however, had plans that required Dean out of the room.

“Hey, Sammy.” She whispered keeping an eye on the bathroom door, waiting for the shower to start.

“Yeah what’s up.”

“You wanna know what Halloween is all about?”

“What are you gonna do?” He had an inquisitive look in his eye and a cheeky smirk on his lips. Y/N opened her backpack to show Sam the content.

“I got it at that corner store a coupla days ago… I was thinking his bed. It looks real huh?”

“That— that is awesome. That is gonna scare the shit outta him!”

Dean exited the shower tying his towel around his waist and rubbing away the fog that interfered with his view. He watched his reflection thinking over his plan in his head. Dean was in love with his best friend though she didn’t know and had been planning on telling her for weeks. He’d been dropping hint, flirting with her, touching her arm or hand and she seemed to be oblivious.

“Have I been too subtle? Dude, you really do suck. This shouldn’t be this hard, hell it shouldn’t be hard at all. It’s Y/N! All you have to do is say hey by the way I’m in love with you and I’d really like to be with you are you interested? Shit! That was lame. Come on Dean, come on! Tell her, just tell her man. Shit! Why couldn’t I be into a desperate chic who read into everything.” He ran his hand through his hair and down his face. “’ Cause then she wouldn’t be Y/N. Man up man. You can do this.” He pointed at himself in the mirror. He threw on his black t-shirt and a pair of boxers walking out of the bathroom to see Y/N and Sam sitting next to each other on her bed. The smirk on Y/N's face made him feel uneasy. Sam got up and walked over to the couch to rummage around in his bag in search of his own PJs.

“You guy keeping secrets?” Dean joked as he moved over to his bed. Placing his phone on the nightstand he turned on the lamp and looked up to the two he had addressed.

“So many secrets Dean.” Y/N smiled at him. “I’m kidding, we were just talking about Halloween and what it was about.” She got up from her bed and grabbed her bag, going to work on finding her PJs.

“Oh yeah? And what’s that.” The jealousy that had been ignited when he saw the two sitting together hadn’t yet been put out though he was trying his hardest. There was no competition in his mind, his brother was taller, more fit, healthier eating habits, smarter, and had better control of his temper. If there was even the possibility that Y/N liked Sam, he didn’t stand a chance. Had it been a one-night stand Dean could have charmed his way into bed with any women before his brother had a shot at saying hello, but with Y/N he wasn’t looking for a one-night stand. She deserved better than that anyway and even if he wasn’t in love with her, he wouldn’t have tried anything simply out of respect for her.

She turned around looking Dean in the eyes as he reached for his blankets. Her smile grew as the blankets were pulled back and he got in. A look of confusion began to form as Dean reached his hand down along his leg finally touching the smooth, dry pole-like figure next to him. He lifted the blanket spotting what he had been touching and flung the blankets back as he pushed off the bed landing on the ground and scurrying away all the while screaming as though he had yellow fever.

“Well, it’s about fear of course.” Y/N laughed.

“That better not be real.” Dean took a minute to catch his breath looking at Sam.

“Hey, don’t blame me, this was all Y/N.” Dean then looked to Y/N who was bent over laughing.

“It’s good, right? Looks real too! You should have seen yourself; you actually fell off the bed! That was better than I had hoped for.”

“Ha ha, you better watched your back Y/N.”

“You? Scare me? You can try.” Y/N strutted her way over to the bathroom, towel flung over her shoulder as she smirked cockily over. Dean turned to his brother once more.

“Sam, can you move the snake?”

Locking the door Y/N began to strip of her clothes turning on the water, allowing it to gain temperature.

The room smelled of Dean. Y/N inhaled deeply without thinking, taking in the smell, allowing it to lull her into a comfortable calmness, her eyes fluttering shut, her eyelashes teasing and tickling at the soft skin of her cheeks. It was an instinctual thing she would do when around the smell. She would try to absorb it, though before long she would snap out of the smell induced trance and revert back to what she was doing. Right now, however, there was no one to judge her, and she took a moment longer.

Once fully undressed, Y/N stepped under the shower head permitting the water to run across her shoulders and down her spine. Tilting her head back she let the heat of the water rush through her hair adding weight to it. Her eyes were closed, beads of water collecting on her eyelashes, her lips, her nose, as she dragged her hands along her silky hair ringing it out causing a heavy sound as the water crashed onto the floor of the tub. Y/N open her eyes meeting Dean's ocean green ones as he stood in front of her. Equally naked, he stepped forward bringing his hand up to gracefully brush at her cheek. Y/Ns eyes flutter shut once more as she imagined the way Dean hands would feel on her body, moving her own along the curves of her being as she soaped up, the suds allowing for a smooth gliding motion. His or rather her hands gently trailed her skin leaving her flinching as they tickled her sides. They grew closer to their destination, the thought of Dean encouraging her.

“Hey, are you about done in there?!”

She was going to kill Sam.

“Just about!” She yelled back, rinsing away the soap. Turning off the water, she stepped out of the tub moving to the mirror before brushing her teeth.

“Don’t even think about it.” She told herself in the mirror — for the hundredth time.

She got dressed and opened the door.

“All yours” Nodding to Sam who got up from the end of the bed, towel, and PJs in hand.

“About time, what were you doing in there? Fantasizing?”

“Yeah, totally and the kicker is you don’t get to know the juicy details.” Regardless of the factualness of her statement, it was underlined with a sarcastic tone. Sam scoffed and moved to the bathroom locking the door behind him, leaving herself and Dean alone.

Y/N had always been good at hiding her crushes ever since she was a kid. She would pretend to be annoyed with things they did or simply be neutral around them. With Dean, it had always been harder, with the fact that she spent so much time around him and would sometimes lose herself in his vicinity it had proven to be difficult. So, she had begun pushing him in the opposite directing. Because of their lifestyle, there was never a girlfriend to make him off-limits or a boyfriend to distract her. In fact, their lifestyle supported even a 'friends with benefits' arrangement between the two of them. Y/N had quickly rejected that idea knowing full well that she would fall for him given that opportunity. And so, as a way to avoid any suggested feelings she made him look the other way. Like tonight at the bar with Candy. Y/N wanted Dean to be into Candy so that she wouldn’t be into him. She did her best not to like him or find his smile charming or his smell intoxicating or his laugh all-consuming but alas. She was dealing.

Y/N moved to her bed throwing the sheets back and climbing in right after removing the fake spiders underneath.

“Really Dean? That was a poor excuse for an attempt. I don’t scare that easy.” “Well, why don’t you save us both some time and tell me what you are afraid of? What's your biggest fear Y/N?”

“Actually… I don’t know. And even if I did, I wouldn’t tell you.”

“Why not?”

“Do you really have to ask?” Both sat in their respective bed leaning against the headboards.

“No, I guess not. But it’d be more fun that way.”

“Well you’re shit out luck ‘cause I don’t even know what my biggest fear is to being with.” She shrugged, as she lied through her teeth. Hunkering down in her blankets she reached over and turned out the light, leaving Dean's lamp as the only source of light. The door to the bathroom swung open as Sam emerged with his soggy hair.

“You guys ready for bed?”

“We were just waiting for you, Sammy.” His brother responded as he reached overturning out his own lamp.

The room was dark suddenly, save for the alarm clock glaring red between Y/N and Dean's respective beds. Y/N lay on her back watching the shadows on the ceiling as cars passed by outside, her mind wandering for miles.

Y/N looks to the clock and smiles after noticing the hour. She got up and moves to Dean's bed crawling on the sheets and sitting with her legs crossed, resting a hand on his shoulder as he lay on his stomach.

“Dean… are you awake?”

“I am now…” He said groggily without opening his eyes, doing his best to cling to what sleep was left.

“Happy Halloween.” He could hear the smile on her face, fell the heat of her hand still resting on his shoulder. And though he was put off by the toy snake in his bed and what he saw when he exited the shower earlier that night the jealousy had been eased away.

“What?” He opened his eyes now seeing the smile she held. She was pointing at the clock that read 12:01.

“You woke me up for that?” He said closing his eyes once more as he flipped onto his back taking Y/Ns hand in his without thinking.

“Of course, I did” He sighed and smiled, relieving Y/N of the regret she was feeling for waking him. There was a pause while Dean took in the situation giggling to himself slightly as Y/N watched him, resisting the urge to touch him, his hand in her practically cheering her on to do so.

“Promise me you’ll do that every holiday from now on.” He chuckled; his voice groggy as he squeezed her hand.

“Promise. Sorry for waking you by the way. You can go back to sleep now.” She began moving off the bed, but Dean didn’t release her hand. She rubbed her thumb over his knuckles, drawing his attention back to contact he had initiated. Dean brought her hand up to his lips leaving a chaste kiss before letting go.

“Good night Dean.”

“Night sweetheart.”

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The next morning Y/N found herself watching the fields pass her by once again as she sat, half asleep, in the back seat of the impala, while Dean passed her a coffee from the gas station they had just left. She sat up cupping the coffee in both hands before chugging half of its content, quickly suffering the consequences as she panted like a dog in hope of reliving the burning on her tongue and though it did the trick in waking her up, it wasn’t as pleasant as one may have hoped. The bunker was a good 7 more hours away at the rate they were going which is why they had slept in the motel before heading home. In each town they drove though, Halloween decorations cover houses from head to toe, kids dressed in movie characters and monsters, signs prompted readers to embark on a haunted house experience and hay bale mazes. The last one caught Y/Ns attention.

“Guys! Hay bale maze 3 miles!”

“No.”

“Sam that's not fair! We’ve been cooped up in this car for hours. Plus, hay bale is hardly a Halloween thing it’s just an autumn thing.” She gave Sam a look that said, ‘prove me wrong’. He sighed and looked at his brother who was now wearing a smirk, looking forward.

“Guys… Come on. Come on!”

“Okay, okay gosh Dean you heard the woman, hay bale maze.”

“Awesome.”

“Just drop me off a motel first. You guys can go be children while I sleep.”

“Sammy!”

“Nuh-uh.” As per Sam's request, he was dropped off at a motel three miles later. Dean pulled into a lot where cars were scattered around, families and couples huddled together taking pictures with the carved pumpkin and fall decorations. Y/N and Dean stumbled out, stretching their limbs high and wide as they turned towards the maze.

“A beer says you’ll get lost.”

“Well if I get lost, then it’s 'cause you’re lost. I ain’t leaving your side sweetheart.”

“Yeah, that is until you find some fine-looking group of girls to cling onto. You know, be their knight in shining armour and all. Help them get out of the scary maze.”

“And leave you all alone to fend for yourself? Never. I gotta protect my girl! Not gonna let a group of sillies distract me... I’ll take that bet though.”

They made their way towards the maze entrance stopping to read the rule sign that outlined the following: maze hours from 9 am to 9 pm, no running, no smoking, no food or drinks, and no tipping over the hay bales.

“That last one's for you Dean. They musta known you were coming.”

“I would never!”

On the left of the entrance stood a box that read ‘maze fees by donation. All proceeds go to the local animal shelter. Thank you and enjoy!’ Dean pulled out a twenty-dollar bill and slid it in the slot without a second thought looking over to Y/N whose eyebrows were raised in shock.

“What?”

“Twenty whole dollars really? You realize it’s by donation you could have gotten away with a buck or two, right?”

“It’s for a good cause.” He shrugged.

“You don’t even like animals.”

“Well maybe not... but you do and that right there is enough reason for me. Can we go now and quit worrying about how much I put in the damn box.” Dean raised his hand, palm to the ground offering it to Y/N which she reluctantly took. She didn’t expect Dean to keep hold of it as they walked through the winding golden walls and not only did, he not let go; he slowly threaded his fingers in hers almost as though he were afraid that if he went to fast, she would drop his hand and head for the hills, which, to be completely honest, she had considered. As much as she wanted to relish in the heat radiating off his arm against hers or the pressure between her fingers, she couldn’t stop the thought rushing through her head telling her to let go. That the longer she held onto him the more painful it would be when he inevitably let go, realizes her feeling for him, and pushing her away. And so, she did. Pulling her hand back she tucked it safely away in her pocket out of reach. Dean put his hand in his jean pocket glancing over at Y/N with a hesitant smile. They walked in silence, only the sound of grass rustling under their shoes and children’s voices as they laughed and screamed with joy filling the void. Y/N didn’t know what to say and so she didn’t say anything. Meanwhile, Dean's mind was spinning with things to say but couldn’t. The silence was broken when they came to a dead end.

“Guess you owe me that beer.”

“Y/N listen— “ He faced her stepping closer as he reached for her hand from her pockets. Y/N blinked in confusion as her hand where pulled from the heat-laced pockets they had once sought shelter in.

“Dean, stop. Don’t do this, you know you’ll regret it.”

“But I need to tell you this. Please.”

“Unless you about to tell me we’re seriously lost, don’t say anything.”

“Y/N—“

“Dean, stop!” She yanked her hand back along with a step backward. “What you’re about to say— you don’t mean it. So please just... don’t.”

She walked away from the dead end. Dean stood still for a minute trying to wrap his head around her words.

“‘Don’t mean it’?” He whispers to himself.

“You coming?”

“Yeah.” He crocked walking over to her without making eye contact, his hand I’m his jean pockets. He looked beat, worn, tired, and heartbroken.

“You okay?” She asked, a stupid question really considering her previous words.

“I’m fine.” And so, the silence resumed, though this time it was Y/Ns mind spinning with unspoken thought and Deans that was solely focused on one.

The sun had begun setting long ago as they kept up their pace in the labyrinth. Y/N looked at her phone, the screen illuminating her face as she read the time; 8:37.

“We should find the way-out Dean; they close the maze at 9. We have twenty minutes.”

“Yeah.” He walked past her. They weren’t able to find the exit, ignoring the call over the intercom for stragglers. Both refused to call out expecting the other to do so. Little did they know the exit wasn’t just blocked off by a gate they could hop, rather replace with hay bales creating a seemingly solid wall. They wouldn’t find the exit till the morning.

“I’m taking a break.” Y/N sat down on the ground leaning gently against the yellow straw bricks. Dean stood and waited, looking at his boots.

“Dean—“

“What. You gonna ask if I’m okay! I’m fine. Just don’t bother.”

“I didn’t mean to — I don’t know — hurt your feelings? In fact, that’s the last thing I wanted.”

“Well good ‘cause you didn’t. It’s not like I have feelings, anyway right. I mean that’s what you were implying when you said I didn’t mean it.” Dean was calm with his argument, never looking away from his boots.

“Of course, that’s not what I meant Dean. I know you have feelings. Can we just forget about it? Dean just sit, take a break.” He sat next to her leaving inches between them. Regardless of what she had been saying to him he still craved her proximity. He couldn’t help but sit close to her even after being hurt. Despite the fact that she had been the one to hurt him she was still the only one who could make him feel better, and that made it hurt all the more. They sat in their familiar silence for a dozen minutes before Y/N suggested they play a game to pass the time, giving up completely on finding the exit.

“You wanna play a game?” Dean simply looked at her not saying a word, a blank expression on his face.

“Or not— we don’t have to.”

“Truth or dare.” Y/N looked at him surprised to see him involving himself in the conversation.

“Truth.”

“What’s your favourite memory?”

“That’s an odd question, but I’ll answer nevertheless... you remember that time we ended up in a gravel pit, after our first hunt together? Werewolf. Pack of three. There was no one around. No city lights. I had never seen the sky that sparkled. And then you told me to cover my eyes. When I opened them, the stars were even brighter than before, and there were so many. I can still see them when I close my eyes now. All those little holes in our sky. Do you remember that night Dean?”

Of course, he remembered that night. Their first hunt. He had fallen for her quickly after watching her take on two of the werewolves herself while he was tied to a chair.

“Yeah. I remember... as a matter of fact I think that’d be mine too.” There lay an essence of a smile on his face as Dean reminisced.

“My turn then. Truth or dare.”

“Truth.” Y/N didn’t have to think about her question for she had wondered it for the longest time.

“Who, and be honest here because this is important, is your favourite Scooby doo character?” As Y/N had hoped and planned, Dean burst out laughing a full belly laugh. His head tilted back resting again the wall of hay while his hand made its way to his stomach. His eyes squinted shut showing laughter lines and his chest rumbled while his shoulder bounced which every laugh. Dean lifted his hand to rub at his eyes that had begun tearing up from laughter.

“Well,” he leaned in and with a hushed voice as though divulging a secret, told her. “Since you asked for the honest truth, I’ll tell you. See I would have said Daph for all the reasons you’d suspect, all the obvious reasons. But in reality, it’s Shaggy.” He’d stopped whispering but kept a good mood. “I mean— he’s got to eat all he wants he’s got a best friend though it is a dog but I mean Scoobs can talk! How cool is that? Plus, even though he doesn’t really get much of the credit, he’s kind of the hero. Without him and Scoobs, they would never get the bad guy. Granted they catch them almost by accident but still.” She had managed to lighten the mood thankfully as they continued with their little game. Both avoided any classic truth or dare questions for obvious reasons.

“Okay, my turn.” Dean's question was one had already asked however he didn’t believe her answer. “Truth or dare.”

“Truth.”

“Good. What’s your biggest fear?”

“Dean I already told you I don’t know.” Dean turned to her watching as she looked at the straw she’s been fiddling with.

“The truth, Y/N.”

“Dare.”

“No way! Too late you gotta!”

“Dean...”

“Oh, come on. I won’t even laugh, I promise, even if it’s something like butterflies.” She looked at him, eyebrows arched. “Wait is it butterflies?”

“No! Who’s afraid of butterflies?”

“I don’t know I just figured; you know since you’re so opposed to telling me it must be something silly like that.”

“No, it’s not.”

“Then tell me. I won’t judge, in fact, I’ll trade you for mine.” There was a very long pause as Y/n looked in Dean's stunningly green eyes. She could see the honesty that lay beneath but could also spot the hurt from earlier and it killed her.

“My—“ she choked on her words and sniffled as she cleared her throat looking away from him. Her voice was shaky as she continued. “My biggest fear, Dean, is losing you.” It was Dean's turn to sit in contemplation. He watched her as she breathed shallow breaths. Lifting her head and closing her eyes she broke the silence.

“My turn then, truth or da—“

“No, no wait— I don’t get you. You act like you tolerate me, always pushing me away and then you tell me that your biggest fear is losing me. That doesn’t make any sense Y/N!”

“That’s ironic coming from you. Dean, when people get close to you, lock them out. Why would I do that? Why get close, it’s counterproductive. Either I push and keep you close or get close and get punched away. That’s how it is with you. Are you telling me that if I didn’t push you away, we would — what be the best of friend joint at the hip having sleepover parties and telling each other our celebrity crushes? I don’t think so. If I tried to get close, I would lose you and as previously mentioned that’s the last thing I want.”

“We would be more than best friends.”

“No, we wouldn’t Dean.”

“Why’s that. ‘Cause I ‘don’t mean it’, or ‘cause you don’t feel that way ‘cause I’m finally starting to get that.” Dean was on his feet a few steps away. Y/N still sat on the ground, a defeated look on her face.

“Of course, I feel that way Dean, of course, I do—“

“Then why set me up with ‘Candy’ or make sure I notice all the girls at the bar who were checking me out or suggest that I go find some chicks here huh, you’re always giving me other options, now that is counterproductive.”

“Because as I’ve said before Dean, I’d lose you. You don’t feel the same so you would push me away.”

“Who the hell said I don’t feel that way?”

“No one had to say it, Dean. I already know.”

“Well, you’re wrong. I thought I made it pretty obvious what with not being interested in the girls you point me towards, the hand holding, I’ve flirted with you.”

“Dean, you’re a notorious flirt how was I to know you’re being serious all those times?” Y/N stood up finding her footing a couple of strides in front of Dean.

“Well I wasn’t flirting with anyone now else, was I?”

“You’ve got a point there... that’s not the point. Dean, I’m not the kinda girl people date, I’m independent, solitary, don’t you think we're just really good friends and you don’t actually like me in that way we just spend a lot of time together, we get along, we’re friends.” Dean shook his head looking as though he were holding back tears.

“There is no way that the way I feel isn’t love Y/N. It’s not even that I like you. I’m in love with you and I can’t change that. And no, it’s not just that we get along, the way I feel, Y/N, is more than friendship, and trust me I know the difference. Why is it so hard for you to believe?” While there were psychological reasons for Y/N not to believe Dean's confession she didn’t have an answer. She shrugged instead, an apologetic smile on her face. Y/N sat back in her spot tugging her jacket around her body as a shiver ran through her being.

“You gonna let me give you my jacket?”

“No.” She looked up at him with a smirk acknowledging her stubbornness. Dean scoffed as he sat next to her once more this time leaving no room between them. He could feel her shaking gently next to him.

“Y/N please just take the jacket I’ve got like three other layers. I’m not cold in the slightest.”

“You’ll need it later. We’re just sitting you’ll get cold.”

“Son of a—.” He muttered as he leaned forward stripping off his jacket and putting in her lap.

“If you don’t want to put it on don’t put it on but I’m not wearing it. I’m too warm.” He looked at her cocking his eyebrows. Y/N rolled her eyes and slapped the jacket dramatically as she pulled it off her lap and around her shoulders. Dean did his best to hide his victorious smile as he settled back, crossing his arms over his chest. The jacket was already warm, the heat seeping in past her own layers and onto her skin, sinking into her muscles. The familiar and comforting smell of Dean wafted off the coat and enveloped her senses taking her back to her fantasies, a comfortable place, a happy place. She let herself relish in her imagination. The thought of Dean wanting her the same way she wanted him, loving her the same she loved him. Her eyes shot open remembering Dean's words. It was only moments ago he said he loves her. She hated herself for not being able to believe him.

“Dean I— Can I ask you why?”

“I honestly can’t answer that. I don’t know why I just know that I do. It wasn’t a development that happened over time. Well I mean I’m sure there were things you’d do that would spark that feeling in my chest but — It — It didn’t take time for me to fall in love with you. I just looked at you one day and thought ‘Hey, there you are, God, I’ve missed you.’’ And I’ve been longing for you for so long, always too afraid to make a move. Guess my fears were right hey.” He chuckled humourlessly. Y/N leaned into him resting her head on his shoulder in hopes of comforting him without thinking about what her actions might do. Dean could damn near hear his heart shatter as he swallowed the lump in his throat. She soon realized her mistake and sat up with wide eyes and nervous breathing.

“Sorry.”

“It’s okay.” She could hear the melancholy in his voice making her regret her actions. “You realize we’re probably the only two people who would admit to liking each other and do nothing about it. Hell, I admitted to loving you.”

“Dean— I’ve never been loved like that. People have hurt me time and time again and I just no longer believe in love. Let me rephrase that because I do believe in love, I’ve loved, I love you, I just don’t believe that people can love me. It’s hypocritical of me I know but that’s just how it is.”

“You love me too?” Y/N chuckled slightly pulling the jacket closer to herself, not in search of warmth, but rather in an effort to be closer to Dean.

“Yeah. I love you.” The smile rested as she heard Dean's breathing change from slow to excited.

“Best friend to best friend?” Y/N nodded curiously to be let in on the onsite Dean would promptly share. “You’re being ridiculous. Y/N just give me a chance. Please. Let me prove to you that I love you. Let me show you that you can be loved, hell that you are loved! Let me give you everything I have to offer and more Y/N and in return all I want is you. Please.” He looked at her with pleading eyes.

“Dean I— I don’t even know how.”

“It’s easy. You can start by letting me hold your hand, and give you my jacket, and not trying to set me up with other chicks.” He suddenly had hope, as misguided as it could have been. They held each other’s gaze while Dean tried his best to decipher what she was thinking if she’d give him the one and only chance he needed. Without a word Y/N looked away leaning back against the wall causing Dean's heart to seize in his chest but was soon put at ease when Y/Ns hand found his. He groaned a sigh of relief, squeezing her hand as tightly as he could without hurting her.

The sun had risen hours ago as the two of them sat in their spot. A young boy and girl turned the corner and found them on the ground, stopping in their tracks. The kids slowly backed away as Y/N and Dean noticed them.

“Guess it’s past 9. We can go find that exit now.” Dean looked to Y/N, who had over time leaned harder against him, and she nodded in agreement. Both stood up, stiff from the cool night air and lack of movement and stretched. Dean took Y/Ns hand in his and could feel the resistance from her though it didn’t last long as she tightened her hold. Turning the corner, they spotted the exit. Both laughed at the close proximity to where they spent the night. They walked out of the maze and towards Baby, sliding into their respective seats. Y/N, out of habit stayed to her side, leaning against the door as Dean started the engine. Dean did his best not to read into her actions, understanding that she would take time to allow herself to act as though she were indeed in a relationship. Relationship. Dean suddenly felt unsure of the situation. Could he call himself her boyfriend? Did she want to be with him? Were they in a relationship or was she testing the waters before jumping in?

He focused on the road, white-knuckling the steering wheel. Y/N soon realized as she looked out the window that she was once again fantasizing about the man that sat next to her, only this time she didn’t have to imagine sliding over and resting her head on his shoulder as he drove, she could do it in reality. Y/N looked over to the driver with a smile, admiring the two-day-old scruff on his face, the freckles standing out against the rest of his skin. From the angle, she was at the light seemed to feed right through his iris making them crystal clear in the most magnificent shade of green as his eyelashes would momentarily grace his cheek when he blinked. Without warning, Y/N slid across the bench seat next to her hunter and just as she’s done thousands of times in her head, rested it on his shoulder. She felt him move under her as he pulled his arm and placed it around her pulling her as close as possible. Arriving at the motel they had once dropped off the younger Winchester, Y/N looked up at Dean as he spoke.

“I— I have a question.” She nodded but didn’t say a thing. “Are— I mean is— son of a bitch, are we together? Is this a— a thing or— or—“ His stuttering was cut short with Y/Ns answer, her lips pressed softly on his. Dean's eyes shut slowly tugging her in as he deepened the kiss. Pulling away Y/N looked him in the eyes.

“Whatever you want to call this, Dean is up to you, but I’m yours.” He smiled and nodded, pleased with her answer. Y/N knew Dean, she trusted him, and she wanted to give this a try. She knew that if it was going to work that she was going to trust him, and with great effort though little convincing, she did.

“And I’m yours.”

“That was quite the Halloween special.”

“That it was. The specialist of Halloweens.”

“You know we never did get to scare Sam.”

“Clowns?”

“Clowns.”

She pecked him once more for the road and made their way inside with their arms wrapped around one another as they planned the scare.

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moths to a flame: one

“i know you don’t like to think of it as a celebration, but i couldn’t help myself.” he shrugs his stocky shoulders. calloused hands reach for the crystal and holds it in the air. “because if anything, we can celebrate that night bringing us together. i’m happy you’re in my life.”

reader x din djarin horror/thriller modern au.

tw: blood, kidnap, hospital mention, some mentions of nsfw content.

word count: 3.4k.

A/N: i hope you enjoy this story as much as i enjoy writing it. i would love to hear what you think of it! a pinterest board for this story is here. the preface to this part is here. the header is by @/packsparadise.

… twenty-seven, twenty-eight, twenty-nine, thirty, thirty-one, thirty-two.

your eyes fly open beneath the surface of the water. everything above is obscured by the bath water. you can barely make out the tiles on the walls or the color of your shower curtain. you wait a few more seconds to see how long you can stay underwater before you spring to life. bath water sloshes over the sides with a quiet splash. you gasp for air like the way you did years ago on that godforsaken road. this time you don’t feel the icy air fill your lungs and you’re grateful. gripping the sides of the tub, you fix your gaze on the dripping faucet, feeling your heart race in your chest. your ex-therapist told you to focus on something when you felt this way— when you felt like your heart was going to leap out of your chest.

that was the only good thing they ever taught you.

sinking back into the water, you let the bath water sit at your chin. it’s cold now. cold and still. you’ve been in the bath so long your fingers are pruny. a foot peeks out of the water, painted toes curl around the shower valve to turn on the hot water. you welcome the feeling of warmth again.

your gaze drifts from the faucet to the phone resting on top of the bathroom counter. although it was turned off, you kept it close just in case. you dreaded the inevitable moment you’d turn it back on. you would be greeted with missed calls, texts and emails. some from the few friends you have left, some from reporters, some from family and one from him. from the man who saved you on the worst night of your life.

you said he didn’t have to keep in contact with him even though you wanted him to. you understood that he had a life of his own; one that didn’t involve sticking around for you when you needed comfort. but, he insisted. he said he wanted to keep track of you. he wanted to make sure you were safe. after all this time he cared.

once the water runs cold again, you finally rise from the basin. water drips off your skin, the droplets echoing in the empty bathroom. you grab the towel from the rack and wrap it around your body before stepping out. the bathroom mirror is foggy making your face look distorted. your features are no longer visible. you only see a silhouette and hair— not the slope of your nose, not the mascara smudged around your sleepless eyes, not the scars littering your skin. reaching forward, you wipe at the mirror until familiar pieces of you are revealed.

you’re grateful you recognize yourself today.

reluctantly, you grab your phone before exiting the bathroom. instead of getting dressed you collapse on to the unmade bed. your finger holds down the on button of your phone and you place it face down on your chest. it only takes a few seconds for it to begin buzzing. notifications light up the screen.

“shit.”

you could turn it off. you could ignore the prying questions and condolences. you could run away. yet, you turn it back on and look.

the date lights up the screen. the anniversary of the day you were saved. it should be a day for celebration. after all, you survived. but the way exhaustion clings to your limbs and sleep is heavy on your eyes puts you in no mood to celebrate.

combing through the endless messages, you skim the sentences and delete almost half. emails from curious journalists make you roll your eyes.

sent at 8:03: hi my name is amy daniels from the new york times and i was wondering if i could get a comment about the anniversary…

delete.

sent at 10:36: good morning, i am the producer of a nightly news talk show at cnn and i wanted to know if you would be interested…

delete.

sent at 11:17: this is jose ramos from realtruecrimefans.com messaging you again about your thoughts on your kidnapper, riley williams, current whereabouts…

your heart clenches in your chest at the sight of his name. you try to avoid thinking about him. you avoid saying his name. the last time you said his name is when you wrote about him in your memoir. his name wasn’t worth the energy it took to say his name.

riley williams was dead. at least to you he’s dead. no one has seen or heard from him since you ran away. the police searched for weeks to no avail. search parties went out at night combing through the woods to search for him. it didn’t take long for the media to pick up a story of a beautiful girl gone missing and found in the woods after breaking free. for weeks after your escape, his picture was everywhere. it was a nation wide manhunt. it continued once you wrote your memoir titled “forty-seven days in hell: my personal journey” and everyone wanted to be the one to put him in jail.

yet, no one found him. he was gone.

a few deep breaths later and you’re continuing to weed out messages. everything felt like bullshit. even the texts from the few friends you had left lacked genuineness. you sent back half-assed replies and listened to the voicemails, but never called anyone back. there was only one person you wanted to hear from today.

din.

you scroll until you see his name. he texted you early this morning. he texted you when he knew you would be asleep.

din: hey, darling. hope you slept well. call me if you need anything.

you smile. something you loved about din is he never pushed your boundaries. he gave you your space, but knew if you needed him, he’d be there. even though he didn’t live in the city, he always came. he was always there when you wanted him.

you hit the call button and listen. it only takes a few rings before you hear the low, steady tone of his soothing voice.

“hey, you’re up.”

“i am… are you surprised?”

the sound of his muffled laughter chimes on the other end. “maybe a little,” he pauses for a moment. “how are you holding up?” you can tell he’s nervous to ask because he’s not sure what the answer will be.

you sigh. rolling over on to your stomach, you shrug like he can see you. “i’m okay.” you’re not sure what to say. deep down you’re not fine, but you crave normalcy. you want to feel normal. “it just feels… weird. today should be like any other day, but it’s not.” your confession surprises you.

“we can make it normal.” the sound of ‘we’ makes your heart flutter. “i was planning on coming to the city for business. we can meet for dinner?”

you know he’s probably not coming to the city for work, but he’s coming for you. every year since he saved you he came into the city on the anniversary. he’d meet you for dinner at the same restaurant, at the same table and you two would act normal when you really weren’t.

“i’d love that. same place?”

“same place at seven.” you can hear movement on the other end. the sound of grogu barking in the background makes you happy. you miss him. “hey, darling?”

“yes?”

“if you need me to come earlier, i will. just say the word and i’m there.”

your eyes flutter shut. god, he was the only one you ever wanted. the only one who treated you like a person. “i will.” but you know you won’t. “i’ll see you then.”

“i’ll see you then. take care of yourself, darling.” and then the line goes cold and the familiar beep tells you he hung up.

—

shaky hands reach for the heat pouring out of the vents. your hugging the heat and the door; both for warmth and for a quick escape in case your hero turns out to be a villain. you’ve already learned your lesson about trusting people. the only sound filling the truck’s cabin is the engine revving as the driver tears through the roads, your teeth chattering and the dog at your neck happily panting.

it’s only until he finally says something. “what’s your name?”

“d-darling.”

he quickly glances away from the road and in your direction. “what kind of name is darling?”

“my name. that’s my name.” you hate how bitter you sound. you should be grateful.

“okay…” he clears his throat and continues driving for awhile before finally breaking the silence again. “what happened to you? who took you? who did this to you?” he sounded concerned and calm, yet there was a hint of anger lacing his words.

you’re reluctant to say anything, but you knew you should get used to telling your tale. you’d have to say it a hundred more times: to police, to journalists, to your family. “he said his name was riley,” you shudder at the name. hopefully, you’ll never have to say his name again. “we met at a bar and i thought he was nice, but he— he—” you can’t get the words out. the sound of sobs cut through your words. everything was catching up to you. the gravity of the situation weighed you down, tying you to earth. tethering you to this smelly truck with a big eyed dog and a pair of mysterious brown eyes. “please just get me out of here!”

you can hear him swallow hard. “it’s okay. just stay calm. we’re almost at the main roads.” he glances over at you. you can barely make out his face in the dark, but you still see those beautiful brown eyes. something to cling to— another beacon of hope. “there’s a police station a few miles out. i know the captain. he’ll help you.”

shaking, your arms wrap around you, like you’re protecting yourself. no matter how tight you hug yourself you can’t stop trembling. your feet are numb, your eyes are heavy, your head hurts and the emptiness in your stomach catches up with you. weakly you utter, “wh-what’s your name?” “din. my name is din.”

despite your better judgement your eyes begin to flutter and your body goes numb. it gets harder to breathe, but you’re too tired to care. it’s easier to give in to the darkness. you’ve done enough; there’s no more fight left.

“din.” it’s the last thing you say before your eyes flutter shut and pass out. you don’t wake again until you’re in a hospital bed. you scream his name until a nurse runs in and you demand to see the man that saved you. you pull at the i.v. needle in your arm, thrash in the scratchy sheets and rip at the oxygen at your nose until they sedate you.

hours later you’re awake and he’s at your bedside. he doesn’t leave until visiting hours are over. he’ll keep coming back until you ask him not to— which is never.

—

it takes you a long time to peel yourself off of the bed. your silhouette is imprinted on the bed from lying there in a wet towel for so long. the white cotton towel falls at your feet. it takes you forever to file through your closet to find the right outfit. you’re looking for something in between fancy and not trying too hard. you wanted to look good; you’re not sure if it’s for din or yourself.

you settle on a dress and boots. the dress had been worn a million times and the boots had walked miles through new york, but they’re your favorite. it’s like wearing a safety blanket. you take your time getting ready considering it’s hours until seven. you drift around your apartment with a glass of red wine in hand. your biggest vice is cheap red wine. it was something to make you forget. a glass of hope, you lovingly told your concerened best friend.

the more you drink the more you feel like you’re floating. you have plenty of room to roam considering how spacious your apartment is— it’s far too big for a single person in new york. you were only able to afford it from the royalties you made off your book. turns out writing a book about your trauma and exposing your open wounds to the world had its perks. who knew?

—

you ended up dancing barefoot in your apartment with a glass of red wine spilling from your glass as you moved. you didn’t care about the stains on the overly priced rug in your living room, you were just happy to feel something good again. the future of seeing din again and the warm feeling the wine gave you was your miniature escape. when you glance at your phone you realize you’re almost late. curse words are shouted out into your apartment as you stumble your way towards the front door, balancing your bag and putting on your shoes as you went.

despite your late start, you make it to the restaurant on time. the minute you walk in your eyes are settled on the table in the corner. it’s the same table he always got for you. din’s back is turned to you, but you notice the familiar mop on his head and the broad shoulders enclosed by the only suit he owned. same old din, you think. sighing, your chest rises and falls as you watch him. you watch as he talks to the waiter and sip at his glass, occasionally looking down at his watch, wondering if this time you’ll be late. smiling, you walk to the back of the restaurant.

“hi,” you greet him. it doesn’t take long for him to stand up and pull you into his arms. you collide with his strong torso and your arms circle around his middle. you bury your face into his chest and his chin is tucked in to the top of your head. his cologne lingers on his collar— warm spice and must. your favorite. it feels perfect. it was what you longed for all day. you wished the embrace lasted longer, but he pulls away and gestures towards the seat across from him.

“hey, darling.” he finally says. “glad you could make it.”

you almost roll your eyes. he knows you have nothing else going on. you don’t have a traditional 9-5, you keep to yourself and you never miss a meeting with din. but, he’s nice for saying so. he’s always so nice— a lot nicer and more trusting than you’ve ever been.

“how’s my boy?” you eagerly ask, shedding yourself of your coat.

“grogu?” his brows raise, asking as if there isn’t another floppy eared boy you’d refer to. “he’s good. even though he’s an old man, he still acts like a puppy. it’s like it’s the first day i rescued him from the shelter.” his eyes light up as he talks about grogu. the well trained dog was din’s life. you fell in love with him, too. he made you feel safe the same way din did.

“i miss him…” your words trail off. your eyes peer up from the menu at the other. “i missed you.”

din wets his lips. his eyes are soft as he gazes at you, trying to see if you’ve changed at all since the last time you got together. “i missed you too. it’s been too long.”

“it has.”

you two catch up and go through the pleasantries. you ask about grogu and work and the shitty truck he refuses to give up. he asks you about your writing and if you’re still going to therapy and you lie and say both are going well.

you haven’t written in weeks and stopped going to therapy three months ago.

it doesn’t take long until two champagne flutes are placed in front of you and you can’t help but scoff. of course he would.

even though you didn’t feel like tonight was a night for bubbles and toasts, you grab your glass and mimic him anyway. you don’t do much for other people, but you’ll do this for him.

“to us.” your glass collides with his and you empty its contents.

—

dinner was lovely. you two reminisced on all your memories together, drank too much wine and ate too much food. he watched you devour chocolate cake and cheesecake. you laughed about how you only live once and he was less than pleased with your joke.

afterwards, he insisted on walking you home. you wanted to say that you were fine walking alone, but you’re too selfish and you wanted him around a little longer before he had to go home. you walked in silence, shoulders brushing against one another. occasionally his hand would rest on your lower back to guide you across streets or to pull you closer when strange men got too close. his touch was something you craved.

sometimes, late at night when you were alone and couldn’t sleep, you thought about his touch in other ways. your mind drifted when it skimmed down your stomach and under the covers to travel in between parted thighs. you thought about the sweat on his brow, his worn hands on your hips and his breath hot on your neck. his usual calm, sturdy voice turned more needy and soft— longing for you the way you longed for him. your name falling from parted lips to say, “darling, darling, darling.” just like the flames did. it felt wrong to think of din that way, but you couldn’t help it.

some nights you wondered if he was thinking the same thing, too.

your walk together ended all too soon. his hand removed from the small of your back and were stuffed into his slack pockets. he let out a long sigh before breaking the silence, “guess this is where i go.”

you frown. “din, you can stay the night. i have a couch you can crash on and in the morning you can go home.” you hated how you sounded like you were pleading.

his head dropped. “i gotta get home to grogu and i have work in the morning.” he sounded like he was trying to convince himself not to stay the night.

“can you at least walk me to my door?”

he silently nods and you’re happy for the small victory. the elevator ride up to your apartment is silent just like the walk home and for a moment you feel a tension. it was palpable. you swore you could touch the energy between you two.

or were you making it up?

he walks you to your door and you stop short. there’s an envelope lying on your doorstep. carefully, you approach it, nearly tip toeing it like you’re afraid there’s landmines. like the parchment would blow up in your face.

bending down, you reach for the paper and examine the outside. there’s no address, no postage stamp, nothing. it said: to my darling.

your heart sinks and you can feel din at your side. his hand curls around your forearm. “are you sure you want to open that? could be a stupid prank.” but you don’t say a word. you only proceed to open it with shaky hands. the envelope falls at your feet and you read the contents of the page. a single sentence written in blood:

i’m always watching you, my love. - r.w.

your hands shake and your crumble the paper into a ball and sink to your feet, din is there to catch you, slowly lowering your body to the ground.

all of that work you did in therapy, all the glasses of wine, all the dinners with din went out the window. you felt as small as you did that night. riley williams was alive and he knew exactly where you were. you were no longer safe. you never really were.

one thing was for sure, din was not going home tonight.

#the mandalorian fanfiction #the mandolorian x reader #the mandalorian au #pedro pascal fanfiction #the mandalorian imagine #the mandalorian #mine #moths to a flame

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ajerzaaddict · 4 years

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Ready for Love

Written based on the Jerza moments in Ch. 63 of 100 years quest, for celebrating Jerza Day 2020.

Rated: K+

Words: 2.8+

FFN

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"We haven't brawled in a while, Elfman!" Natsu exclaimed. Although he hadn't fully recovered from his fight with Aldoron, his enthusiasm for a match with his comrade was as strong as ever.

"Manly!" Elfman roared, and accepted Natsu's challenge by punching his face.

"Hahaha, not bad! But mine is even stronger!"

Like always, a supposedly dual match between them soon turned into a group fight as Gray and Gajeel got dragged into half-voluntarily.

While there were guildmates who enjoyed watching their fight and cheering for them, some others, like Lucy, Cana and Mira, preferred having their own fun, drinking and chatting at the other corner of the room.

But there was one guild member who had not engaged in any of these group activities.

Sitting alone by the window, Erza looked up at the moonlit sky as her mind drifted off to Jellal who had appeared unexpectedly together with her guild in Drasil but was currently absent on the occasion. Her guild had been partying for three nights straight in the pub, and not one time had Jellal shown his face. It wasn't like she thought he had done anything wrong for not turning up. In fact, no one from Fairy Tail had officially invited him to join the party. Her guildmates hadn't thought about inviting him, simply because they saw him like a member and assumed that he would naturally join them. And when she tried to look for him to check if he would be coming, he was always nowhere to be found. She hoped it was just a coincidence but not him trying to avoid her.

But she also wouldn't be too surprised if Jellal had been intentionally keeping a certain distance between himself and Fairy Tail. He probably didn't feel it was appropriate for him, a non-member, to get involved with the guild too much, acting like he belonged to and taking benefits from it. He was just stubborn like this sometimes. She wished that one day, he could accept that even though he was not a member, Fairy Tail, like her, would always welcome him with open arms. Even though he was an independent mage, it didn't mean he must stay alone all the time.

She didn't want to leave him alone too now they met again finally after months of separation. Erza glanced at her guildmates. Everyone was having a good time, in the company of friends or lovers. She supposed they wouldn't have a problem with her leaving the party earlier without informing them first. Not wanting to disturb her guildmates and raise any unnecessary attention, she got up and moved quietly, slowly, to the front door, and slipped out of it when she confirmed that no one was watching her.

The night breeze danced around her long red tresses as Erza strolled the main street of the town. Her eyes searched for passersby who might be Jellal, while she tried to figure out what place in this unfamiliar town Jellal might go to spend his private time. She would always pick the riverbank when she wanted to be alone but it was not necessarily Jellal's case. She then recalled that he had this practice of meeting her under the bridge when she worked for his guild temporarily as an investigator. He had once told her, he wished that one day he would no longer need to hide in the shadow of the bridge, but could walk on it freely and without the fear of being caught by the council to appreciate his surroundings as long as he wanted to.

She decided it would be a good start to look for Jellal from the nearest bridge, and summoned the tourist map from her requip space to look for its location. It was a canal bridge that was within twenty minutes of walking distance. According to the description, it was a touristic point too for it allowed people to appreciate not only the canal's beauty but also the historical buildings on the two townpaths connected by it.

Erza felt extremely lucky when she arrived at her first stop and saw a lone figure with a head of familiar blue hair standing on the canal bridge. He seemed to be deep in thought, leaning over the parapet and watching the water flowing under the bridge. She took a deep breath, then straightened her skirt and smoothed her hair messed by the night breeze earlier with her fingers, before she steadily walked towards the man she had been looking for.

He turned his head to her direction, sensing her presence before she called him. He was always sensitive to his surroundings.

"I thought I'd find you here, Jellal." Erza couldn't contain her satisfied smile as she greeted Jellal.

"Erza." Jellal returned her a gentle smile. He hadn't shown any hint of surprise at her sudden appearance as if he had prepared to meet her. "I can't be part of a guild-only occasion, right?"

"Nobody would mind." Erza told him simply but surely. His reason for his absence from the party was just like how she had guessed it. She could have given him more reasons on why he was wrong, but to lecture him and persuade him to join the party wasn't her purpose to find him. Nonetheless, she felt obligated to at least make it clear to him, being a Fairy Tail member herself, that he would always be welcomed to be part of the guild, member or not.

Jellal didn't express agreement nor talk back, but merely deepened his smile and held Erza's gaze as she came closer to him.

They broke their eye contact when Erza reached Jellal's side with not more than an arm's length distance left between them. Standing side-by-side, they fell into a comfortable silence as they switched their focus to the night view of the town expanded in front of them: the buildings on the either side of the canal looked warm and lively as lights of different colors emitting from the shops' and homes' windows brighten them up; the canal looked liked it was gold-plated as the water glimmered under the soft yellow light of the street lamps; and the sky was a spectacular backdrop of the town, being lighted up by the silver-white crescent moon and also countless diamond-like twinkling stars.

Erza thought the sight was quite a romantic one, and it felt dreamy to be able to enjoy it with Jellal in peace. They were always either apart from each other, or had some battles to fight when they met.

"It's been a while." She remarked lightly.

"Yeah…" Jellal answered simply, before he signed and did a facepalm. "But I have no memory of what happened while I was whited out." He sounded clearly worried and uncertain. "Did I do anything bad?"

"Um...um, well…" Erza could feel her face warming up as she recalled their earlier encounter. She didn't like lying to Jellal but she also really didn't know how she could tell him the truth. They would both be embarrassed to death if she told him everything honestly, that he had displayed practically no shame when he was whited out, becoming uncharacteristically overly open and flirty with her and almost losing it when she put on her seduction armour. Avoiding looking at his direction, she mumbled. "There were no problems."

Jellal nodded and put his hand covering his face down finally. However, his furrowed brow was telling that there was still something bothering him.

"I feel...so ashamed…" He admitted, a little bit hesitantly. "To think I'd end up like that while pursuing the White Wizard…"

"Here we go again." Erza said softly with a knowing smile on her lips. "Is this the part where you say, 'it's all my fault'"? She teased him lightheartedly.

"It really was my fault." Jellal replied matter-of-factly.

Erza was about to tell him he was too harsh on himself for something that wasn't in his control, but she fell silent when she turned to look at him because she was surprised to find him smiling, and not bitterly but calmly.

Jellal turned to Erza looking into her eyes. "But...I will no longer beat myself up over every failure I make."

A wave of relief washed over Erza as she realized what Jellal had just declared meant that he had finally accepted that he could take responsibility for his wrongdoings in the past without self-loathing and self-depreciation, but with self-forgiveness instead. She looked at him admiringly, wearing a big proud smile on her lips, as she waited for his further elaboration.

Jellal raised his head, looking into the sky with hopeful eyes. "Of course, I'll continue to reflect over my past sins and mistakes. And by doing that, I will find a path that will lead to tomorrow."

"I see."

Erza noted simply, for she just couldn't find the right word to express how extremely happy her heart felt for Jellal for having found a new purpose in his life beyond punishment and redemption. At last, he was able to break free from the shackles of his guilt tying him to the past, ready to explore his future.

"That's what it means to live, right?"

Erza knew there was no need for her to reassure Jellal anymore, finding no sign of uncertainty or anxiety, but only confidence and easiness on his face. He was no longer the man who felt complete lost in life whom she met two years ago when she came back from her seven years of "sleep" at Tenrou Island:

"I set up Crime Sorciere to help pay for my crimes. But I'm beginning to think that nothing can make up the atrocities I committed at the Tower of Heaven. I've started to wonder what I'm doing any of this for. And I can't seem to find a way out of the maze those thoughts put me in. I think that perhaps I should die after all."

"You've changed, Jellal."

Jellal gave Erza a meaningful sidelong glance as he gently placed his palm over her hand.

"It's all thanks to you, Erza." He closed his fingers around hers.

Jellal's gesture, despite being small and simple, was enough to make Erza blush and her heart skip a few beats. And before she could give him any response, she had been pulled into his embrace next.

"I can love people freely now."

For a brief moment, Erza wondered if she was only dreaming about Jellal confessing to her that he was ready for love. But she could genuinely feel his warmth enveloping her body, his arms holding her firmly and his heart beating strongly against hers through their touching chests, that she couldn't be in her dream. Smiling gratefully, she closed her eyes and leaned toward Jellal, resting her head on his shoulder as she wrapped her arms around his torso.

"That's right."

Finally, the boy she loved so dearly but lost seventeen years ago, had found his way back to her.

For a long while, they held each other in silence to enjoy the closeness as much as they could. Erza knew, and so as Jellal, their time together wouldn't last long. Soon, she would have to return to her team to continue her mission on the 100 years quest, and Jellal would probably go on with his investigation on the white mage.

But Erza wasn't one to lose hope even if there seemed to be no solution to a problem. Making up her mind and gathering her courage, she pulled away to look at Jellal.

"May I...stay over at your hotel room tonight, Jellal?" She asked timidly but there was also resolution in her voice.

"S-stay over at my hotel room?" Jellal blushed faintly.

"I-it's purely innocent!" Erza stressed; face reddened like Jellal's. "I just...hope that we can spend more time together before we part ways. You know, we aren't lodging in the same hotel, but I thought I can still spend tonight with you at the very least if I stay over…..."

Jellal's tense face softened, and his lips turned up into a gentle smile. "Surely you can come over if you want to. It's my hope too, to spend time with you as much as I'm allowed before you leave."

"I'm glad that you feel the same." Erza smiled in relief.

"Let's go back to my hotel then, it's quite late at night already."

They unwrapped their arms from each other, then reached for each other's hand and intertwined their fingers as Jellal led the way to his hotel. It was only a short ten minutes walk, but nonetheless an enjoyable one for them, as they took the chance for moon viewing and star gazing in each other's company.

After they had returned to Jellal's hotel room, they firstly took turns using the bathroom, not only for showing to wash away the dirt but also for replacing the bandages on their bodies with new clean ones. And when done, both of them changed into their sleepwear.

Jellal dressed in a plain black long-sleeve t-shirt and a pair of color-matching pajama pants after showering. As for Erza, she had put on her favorite Heart Kreuz purple pajama set which she had always stored one in her requip space. But she had also considered for a brief moment to wear the more sexy nightgown she had bought to prepare for any possible "special occasion", only decided against it quickly because she didn't want Jellal to think that she was pushing anything between them.

The room was small and simple, provided with only a double bed, a closet, a writing desk and a chair. They therefore chose to make themselves comfortable in the bed as they updated each other on the recent happenings in their lives: sitting side-by-side with their backs resting against the bed's headboard as well as sipping the hot chocolate Jellal got for them from the hotel's bar.

But Erza wasn't able to share much details about her mission on the 100 years quest. So she let Jellal talk most of the time and would post questions sometimes. When she noticed that Jellal had fallen silent at one point, seemingly running out of things to share, she suggested calling it a night.

"I'm sorry that there's nothing much I can share with you even though I'm the one who asked to spend the night with you." Erza looked at Jellal apologetically as he offered to take her mug now emptied of chocolate.

"It's really fine, Erza." Jellal got off the bed to place both his and Erza's empty mugs on the writing desk. "I understood it perfectly as someone who has been taking secret missions all the time. You don't have to do anything to justify your stay over; your company alone is good enough for me."

He then reached for the closet and pulled out the sleeping bag he always carried when travelling around.

"You can take the bed, Erza. I will sleep on the floor."

Erza shook her head. "You won't."

She got off the bed as well, going to Jellal's side. She took his sleeping bed and put it back into the closet, then held his hand to pull him with her to go back into the bed again.

"The bed is big enough for us both to sleep in it. And the hard floor is not doing any good to your wounds."

"Erza." Jellal tried to reason with her. "I'm fine…"

"Shhh." Erza wouldn't listen. She knew it was out of his respect for her that Jellal hadn't asked to sleep with her in the same bed. But she wanted nothing more than him staying close to her as much as possible, making up for their time apart even just a little now that he had no reason to avoid her anymore. She held his hand firmly even after she had gotten under the blanket and looked at him resolutely, while he still tried to resist her invitation by standing at the bedside.

But at last, Jellal gave in and slipped into the bed, as he didn't have the heart to pull his hand away from Erza's.

Erza smiled in relief and snuggled to Jellal. She used to do this a lot to him when they were in the Tower of Heaven, seeking his comfort over the sufferings she endured. She was strong enough to protect herself now. But Jellal was still a presence which could always make her feel safe and at peace.

"Thanks, Jellal. And good night."

"Good night, Erza." Jellal turned the bedside lamps off. He then slid an arm around Erza's waist to hold her closer, and whispered lowly in her ear. "I love you."

Erza felt her heart soaring with joy; a sweet smile spread across her face. "I-I love you too."

#jerza day #jerza #erza scarlet #Jellal Fernandes #onesot

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tintinwrites · 4 years

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bondage and discipline | Modern!Poe Dameron x Reader

Requests: “For the kink thing, could you please do some light bdsm with Poe!” - Anon “Hands tied!!!! With Poe! Like oh lordy that’s one of my biggest kinks and not even handcuffs wise it’s gotta be with rope or a belt or something like that, tight to where you can see the makes on the wrist! Oh boy, do I have it bad!! 😂😂” - Anon “So, I umm saw your follower celebration thing just now and I love Poe more than my own life, and my friend is DEFINITELY going to make fun of me for being "horny on main again" BUT I was wondering if maybe I could get a fic with like Dom Poe? Not like daddy stuff because that makes me uncomfortable but like maybe being tied up and like pet names?” @1-800-fandomtrashqueen “Omg please write something with poe spanking reader” - Anon “Could you write something with poe teasing and denying orgasms? Before finally letting you orgasm and then it’s so so good” - Anon “Hi! :) I hope it's not too late to send my request. I was wondering if you could write some dom!Poe x sub!reader involving hair pulling and/or spanking, they're like my biggest turn on asdfhfskdh. Thanks! 😄” - Anon “Poe has a bondage kink? Both tying up reader and being tied up??” - Anon

A/N: We’re all a bunch of submissive hoes and shoutout to the anon who suggested “greedy little kitten” and revealed a fantasy I never knew I had tHANKS

Rating: M

Warning: Smut. BDSM. Spanking. Hair-pulling. Reader is tied up. Orgasm denial. Pet names. Naughty words.

Word count: 1,620, apparently!!

Summary: The only time you’re not sassing Poe is when he’s dominating you.

GIF credit: I have no idea, but it’s not mine.

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"Don't fucking move."

Like you were going to move; you knew what you were doing, knew that Poe would be riled up if you made him chase you around the apartment instead of agreeing to fuck him the moment he asked you.

It would be really fun at first, laughing and screaming while you darted around furniture and Poe dove to grab onto you.

Then he'd corner you and his smile would fade into dark looks, and he would put you over his shoulder and carry you right into the bedroom.

He had you strip off the shirt — his shirt, he reminded — you were wearing and now you were bent over with your hands against the wall like he told you to do, your legs spread slightly while he was behind you silently for a long moment.

"What are the rules, baby girl?"

"Three smacks for every minute you chase me."

"And that was, like, maybe four minutes, which puts you at how many smacks?"

"Twelve—" You yelped as his hand hit your ass hard, doing your best not to jump since he told you not to move.

You could practically hear him grinning, "Whoops, sorry, I think I forgot to tell you that we'll be counting down from twelve to one."

If it were any other time, you might have bit back a very sarcastic you did, but when Poe was dominant like this, you were happy to be submissive.

His hand swatted your ass again and you gasped out the number eleven, aware that if you didn't count, his hits could be much harder.

Fuck, you loved when you had to wiggle in your seat as a reminder of where his hands had hit, and you decided that maybe you could disobey him a little bit.

When he spanked you and you didn't say the next number, he gripped your reddening ass tightly. "You're already being punished for running away, and I can definitely come up with a punishment that's less fun."

You said the next number loudly for fear of him drawing out your orgasm.

Your face was pressed hard into the wall by the time you were moaning out 'four', your ass burning and his smacks most definitely not softening.

Poe straightened you out into the position he'd told you to stay in, then delivered another slap.

And you counted every single smack, until he delivered the hardest and most stinging slap of all and the number one was practically screamed.

You did glare at him out of the corner of your eye for that one and he smiled.

"Get on the bed." When you simply panted against the wall, his hand came to squeeze your hip in a silent way of asking if it was too much.

Of course it wasn't, but your ass wasn't letting you move for a minute while the pain faded.

When he saw you nod slightly, he leaned down to whisper in your ear, "Get on the fucking bed right now, baby girl, or I might edge you for an hour."

You moaned like a damn whore, walking to the bed and whimpering slightly when the mattress dug into your ass. He was unbuckling his belt with a jingle, pulling it out of his belt loops.

He didn't say anything right away, walking over to you and fisting your hair to yank your head back, making you look up at him with your chin pressed to his chest.

"Are you going to be good and put your wrists up to the headboard, or do I have to put your hands behind your back?"

"Be good." You practically scrambled when he released you, laying on the bed and moving your hands to the headboard.

He looped the belt around your wrists and he attached it to the headboard, tight enough that you'd probably have marks for a while.

He moved to the foot of the bed to stare at you hungrily while he undressed. "Look at you, doll, your thighs are wet. You like when I punish you, when I make your pretty ass hurt?"

"Yes, sir." You pulled the belt taut as your hips lifted up, relieving your ass and inviting him to come between your legs.

"Down. Now." His voice was serious and you flopped against the bed almost petulantly, hissing at the mattress bumping against your ass.

His cock was obviously hard when he moved onto the bed next to you, and it would have been quite simple and very welcome if he immediately shoved into you, but that would've made the game rather short.

"You took that punishment mostly like a champ. Should I reward you?"

"Yes, please!"

"Oh, kitten, you're eager."

"I am." Why deny it when you were growing wetter from the names he called you alone?

Poe always called you little names; honey, sweetheart, baby, love were said at least a hundred times again outside of the bedroom, and the names were constant and filthier while in the bedroom.

"Be specific. What do you want?"

"Touch me."

"Oh, okay." The teasing glint in his eye made sense when he ran his fingers over your arm, your collarbone, your breasts, your side.

"You know that's not what I meant."

"You asked me to touch you."

"Not what I meant."

"Then you should listen to what I tell you to do and be specific."

"I want you to touch my pussy. I want your fucking gorgeous fingers inside my cunt and playing with my clit."

He kissed you, his hand trailing down until it found between your legs and gently squeezed your clit.

You bucked your hips; he stopped and pushed them against the bed. "If you're all impatient, I don't play with your pussy."

Keeping still was an interesting challenge when his fingers rubbing over your swollen clit was this amazing, and you could hear him laughing and your brow furrowed slightly as you quietly asked him what could possibly be funny.

His lips moved along your jawline. "It's funny that I called it your pussy when it's my pussy."

Poe was such a respectful guy that hearing him take ownership of part of your body made you moan deep, nails digging hard into your palms and arms pulling the belt.

He nipped at you, pressing his nose to yours when your pleased gaze met his.

"Say it."

"It's yours."

"What's mine? Maybe if you actually told me..."

"My pussy is yours."

"Your pussy?"

"No, fuck, your pussy."

"What am I touching right now?"

"Your pussy."

His finger flicked over the perfect spot and your walls fluttered in preparation for a mind-blowing orgasm, and then the glorious feeling jerked away as his hand did.

You made a noise of disapproval, not able to find the words to express.

"You've been a little sassy today."

"No, please."

He absentmindedly let his fingertip brush against your clit slightly, a few more times, always pulling away and not letting you have enough friction to actually come.

When you pressed your legs together for that beautiful friction, he tsked. "I don't think I have to tell you that's not allowed."

You wished he would spread your legs and be sure you wouldn't pleasure yourself, but he would rather have you use your own willpower to not do it.

The tingling was fading and you whined softly.

"Please, sir."

"You shouldn't really come until you're on my cock and I can feel how much you love me."

Moving between your legs, his fingers that were wet from you came up to your lips, pushing into your mouth as you immediately started sucking on them.

He rocked against you.

"Aren't you a greedy little kitten?"

You moaned loudly around his fingers, blinking up at him when he pulled them away and yanked your hair back to suck a spot on your neck.

Then he was shoving into you and fucking you hard immediately, and you were disappointed to find that your orgasm would need building back up again.

His fast pace was more than lovely, though, and coming would be more than easy.

He was even angling to hit the correct spot inside of you.

"Don't come until I say you can." Of course, he had to make it more difficult.

"How am I supposed to do that?"

"Don't come."

You hated and loved that teasing tone, and you were pretty angry that he started rubbing your clit as well as thrusting perfectly, your orgasm building quickly.

You were teetering on the edge.

"Please, sir."

"Not yet."

"Please let me come."

"Not. Yet."

He grunted and moaned in pursuit of his own release, pressing his face into your breasts lovingly even when he was dominating you.

You always knew when he was close; his moans would turn to whines and his thrusts would be a little sloppy, desperate.

"Okay."

It was a lot of power he held over you that had you coming apart with one word, clenching around him hard enough that you thought you may never let him go.

He came with you, burying himself as deep as he could and moaning sweeter pet names.

Honey, mumbled lowly into your right breast.

He stilled and neither of you said anything for quite a few moments, gasping hard for air.

A lazy hand crawled up to expertly release you from the belt without looking and you barely paid attention to the indents in your wrists as you dropped your hands into his hair.

His arm dropped next to you, his eyes meeting yours.

"You're okay?"

"More than. Your pussy is satisfied."

He laughed, kissing you and moving to pull you into his arms. "I love you."

"I love you, too."

#poe dameron imagine #poe dameron x reader #star wars imagine #poe dameron fic

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Diary of a Junebug

A spooky midnight feast

What a long night - and I mean that in a good way! First the theatre, now it's the Spooky Moon Festival. We just enjoyed a spooky midnight feast hosted by Jack to kick off the festivities.

A couple days ago we visited Peace Coast Island to see Marlo and Don. Marlo’s an old friend from Rosevine who left home about six years ago to become an actress in New York City. Not too long after moving there, Marlo met Don, a journalist for News Times, and as of last year they became engaged.

Marlo is who some would consider a starving artist. While she has appeared in numerous commercials, soap operas, and stage shows, Marlo hasn't gotten her big break yet. She has always managed to get by with odd jobs in between sporadic gigs but it sometimes seems like she gets the short end of the stick. It's a shame because she really is a talented and versatile actress.

But it looks like Marlo's finally gonna get her big break with Sugar and Spice, a brand new musical comedy drama that just made its debut at Starlight Theatre. The show played for two weeks there and the next stop will be Port Beacon, followed by Etienne Falls, Glassenwick, Cabot Bridge, and Petunia. This isn't the first time Marlo's gone on tour for a brand new show, but in past experiences, the show turns out to be a bomb and the tour closes early. Though based on the reviews for Sugar and Spice so far - as well as my own thoughts on it - we have high hopes!

Tagging along with Marlo for the first leg of the tour is Don. Since Marlo went off on her first tour, Don has been tagging along to write a review for the show, so he gets work done and gets to spend some time with Marlo - a win-win situation for both. However, if the tour goes on for the full twelve weeks - or more if things go really well - that's gonna be the longest time the two have been apart from each other.

Instead of heading back to New York, Don's gonna be staying at the camp for a while. He's gonna write an article about the Spooky Moon Festival, which he plans to finish tomorrow to get that out of the way. Marlo was the one who suggested that he take some extra days off by visiting the camp to get his mind off things. It's so sweet how much they're gonna miss each other while Marlo's away.

I've met Don a handful of times since he and Marlo started dating. They're a sweet couple, like a comedic duo with Marlo being the funny one while Don's the straight one - they play off each other super well. Anyone who can keep up with Marlo's antics while having a great sense of humor is a winner. I can't wait for the day when they finally get married!

Considering how long they've been together, it was hard to believe that they almost broke up last year. Don spoke about the near breakup when he and Marlo appeared as guests on Garden Chats, a podcast about mental health, a couple months back. It's a really good episode that not only brings up interesting points about the stigma behind depression but also the strong bond Marlo and Don share. Don said that he was hesitant to do the podcast at first but in the end he was glad he did it.

How the two got together is a cute and funny story. Marlo had her first acting gig for an ad for a security system where she played a damsel in distress during a break in. Don was nearby and thought Marlo was in danger so he swooped in to save the day, only to be humiliated after getting yelled at by her and the crew. The poor guy was so caught up in helping someone in need that he failed to notice the cameras and other equipment that were clearly visible. After getting over the embarrassment, Marlo decided to take him out to dinner as she found him kinda cute and didn’t want to be responsible for him crawling under a rock and never ever seeing the light of day again.

For the next four years Marlo and Don hardly left each other’s side. Marlo’s dad often complains that every time he comes over to visit his daughter, her boyfriend’s always there - though over the years he’s warmed up to him. Likewise whenever Marlo comes home, Don usually tags along with her. I think it was Luciana or maybe Emmaline who said that sometimes they forget that Don’s not from Rosevine nor has he ever lived there.

In a way it’s kinda like an opposites attract sort of relationship. Don’s more serious and levelheaded while Marlo is more lighthearted and playful. She’s confident and ambitious, always jumping from one thing to another. He’s more of a go with the flow type, the one who picks and chooses his battles with consideration. He may come across as a no nonsense kind of guy sometimes, but he’s also a sensitive one. She may have a tendency to ramble on and attract trouble, but you have to admit her heart’s in the right place. Marlo gets in over her head while Don gets taken in for the ride. They compliment and contrast each other - sometimes even picking up each other’s traits over the years.

So imagine what was going through everyone’s heads when rumors started going around about the engagement being broken. Since there was never really a confirmation or a denial, no one really knew what was going on. At least for me and my circle of friends, while we were concerned, we knew it wasn’t our place to get involved in any way. Now that we know what really happened thanks to the podcast, I’m glad that the whole thing never really made the gossip mill.

The podcast that Don and Marlo did was hosted by Lessa, probably making it the first time I’ve ever listened to a podcast where I know the host and the guests on a personal level. Don spoke about how he was recently diagnosed with clinical depression and how he had suspected that something was wrong with him for a long time before that. Pressure from work and his engagement along with a bunch of other personal issues led to him getting cold feet and abruptly breaking things off with Marlo. With everything going on he suddenly found himself unable to cope so he ended up almost sabotaging the best thing to ever happen to him. Looking back, he felt that it was his way of punishing himself for not being happy enough despite having everything he could have ever wanted (and more) from someone he loved.

Marlo also spoke about the near breakup and how she began doubting herself when Don started pushing her away. When he told her that he couldn’t marry her, she couldn’t believe it. So she fought back, demanding an explanation and blaming herself. But because she loved him, Marlo knew that she couldn’t just stand there and watch Don slip into a downward spiral.

The “breakup” lasted for about a month, which was the longest Marlo and Don went without talking to each other. By then their friends had noticed a change in Don’s behavior as he was isolating himself from everyone and acting erratically. Marlo felt helpless but persisted and once Don realized that he wasn't all right, he turned to Marlo and her family for help. Since then their relationship has grown stronger.

It was interesting to hear them be so open and vulnerable about their struggles. If the whole conversation isn't proof of how much they care about each other, I don't know what is. I'm glad that Don's getting the help he needs and that Marlo's luck is finally changing.

As for the wedding, there's no set date yet but it's definitely happening. Though at this point they're pretty much like an old married couple, which is super cute. With everything going on in their personal and professional lives, they want to wait until things settle down before tying the knot. Daisy Jane, Andrea, Almie, and I are betting that the wedding's happening sooner rather than later - as in this year. Based on these past few days, it looks like we're not too far off the mark!

Marlo was absolutely fantastic in Sugar and Spice! From the catchy songs to the witty dialogue and relatable characters, it's no wonder that the play has been getting glowing reviews! Marlo stole the show, easily one of the highlights of the play. Unlike previous shows Marlo toured for, she's not stuck being the saving grace of a poorly executed script, something that she has been the victim of far too many times.

The show's about a group of friends who work at a bakery called Sugar and Spice. Marlo is Gingie, a newcomer who had just left home and rediscovers her love for baking through the bakery. There's a funny running gag of Gingie coming up with the most ridiculous cookie recipes that turn out good and leaving the kitchen in such a state of disaster in the process. It's a cute and funny show about a bunch of friends who like to bake.

In between shows, Marlo joined us at the camp. Most of the nights were sold out or didn't have enough seats for the camp, which was why we were unable to attend the first week. Once things got settled down with rehearsals and such, Marlo and Don were able to have some time for themselves at the camp. The two enjoyed picnics on various hangout spots, sightseeing near the mountains, and chilling at the beach.

We also helped Jack set up for the Spooky Moon Festival. Marlo was bummed that she's gonna miss it so Don promised to take a lot of pics for her. It's been great catching up with them and seeing them have fun together. They plan to return in the near future so that's something to look forward to!

The Spooky Moon Festival comes once every few years to celebrate the Spooky Moon. While helping out with the festival, I've learned a lot about the event. Basically there's a spooky looking moon that looks like it's covered in cobwebs that comes into view every four years. It looks super cool, like something out of a vintage spooky picture you see in old books. Everything about the festival gives off Halloween vibes and I'm really digging the aesthetic!

After seeing Marlo off, we got to prepping for the midnight feast. Don's been a great deal of help and it's nice getting to know him on a one on one basis. I think this is the first time I've hung out with him without Marlo. He's been enjoying the camp, which is great as Marlo didn't want him to worry about her too much. Like I said, it's sweet how much they watch out for each other.

At midnight, the festivities began! Making the food was a lot of fun, especially making everything look spooky and cool for the occasion. Decorating cookies was my favorite part as well as cutting out dough into fun shapes for the pies. It took a lot of prep time but the effort was so worth it - everything came out great!

Along with the food, we enjoyed listening to spooky stories, playing fun games, and looking at the moon through the astronomer's telescope. The Spooky Moon's a lovely view to see, made even better with good company to share it with!

#animal crossing #animal crossing pocket camp #Diary of a Junebug #headcanon ramble

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Loud House: 11 Louds A Leapin Review or It’s My Bobby in a Box

Happy Holidays errybody! Christmas returns to this blog after a bit of a break to tie up some loose ends, and celebrate my birthday with a return to the loud house. It’s honestly good to be back. While it can be a struggle to cover a pure comedy, I genuinely like the show a lot, even with it’s flaws i’ve gone into, and my regular reviews gave me a running gag in my hatred of rusty and a new respect for the show. It’s just with a buiser schedule and me not actually trying to have something resembling order to things, I kept shoving Banned Together back despite really wanting to see it since.. you know.. Luna episode.. until it ended up sliding into ANOTHER set of episodes. It’s things like this why I have a queue now: while it’s not set day by day, in case I want to do more than one i na day, it is there to keeep some semblance of order and keep me on track so this dosen’t happen again. So with all that being said.. why did I choose to do A DIFFRENT loud house episode for the second time in a row before getting back to the current season? Simple.. i’ve been putting this episode off personally for even LONGER. I meant to watch 12 louds a leapin back when it first came out at the start of season 2... and just never got around to it. And just kept never getting around to it, wanting to watch it at christmas but then forgetting to do so for the last 4 years. Spare a thought there.. 4 years. In that time 80 years have passed, an era of marvel movies have come to an end, a tick series has come and gone, She Ra has come and gone, ducktales premiered then annoucned it was ending.. my point is way too many shows are ending too soon, and i’ve let this slide for far too long. So I bumped this one up to finally take a look at it, as i’ve waited this long and didn’t want to risk missing it a fifth fucking time. So yeah i’m taking look at what’s probably a classic episode in the fandom with fresh eyes. Let’s see what I thought shall we? It’s Christmas Eve at the Loud House and Lincoln is once again Zach Morrising it up .

Not what I meant.. whatever that is. It’s been 30 years since that episode aired, probably a good 12 since I first saw it and I still have no idea why they did this or if it was giong to end in a three way before the girls showed up. We just don’t know and the greatest minds in the country are baffled.. and you know working on the vaccine and making sure it’s safe.

No Linc is talking to the camera about it being christmas while gearing up to go sledding with his sled big red. Meanwhile the rest of the louds are doing their usual christmas activities which we get introduced to as Lincoln gets ready. The girls sub-plots here are, outside of Lori’s., less plots and more running gags, various shenanigans by the girls tying into their personalities and christmasy stuff. It works perfectly.. while it’s a bunch of gags.. the gags are funny and it’s neat to learn more about just how the girls celebrate christmas and what they get up to every year. It’s part of what’s to love about holiday specials as you get a once or twice in a series chance to see how our heroes celbrate the holiday and thus a look into stories, gags and character stuff very unique to the holiday. It also uses the fact LIncoln was the protaganist at the time very well, using him as our viewpoint to set up all the christmas goings on as he makes his way out of the house, so we can cut back to them later as his plot goes on. It’s really good stuff. So what are the girls up to? Let’s go down the list by age shall we?

Lori: Lori has the most involved plot anyway so it’s best to start here. Lori and Bobby are having their first christmas together... though it does bring up the fact that they’ve only been dating 2 years at most, yet plan to get married.. I mean that is a lot but your also 18. Then again time is nigh incomprehinsiable to unpack in the loud house, and at least 3 years passed in the one year it took to get them all aged up, so I wouldn’t think about it too hard. Lori, still being in huge bitch mode as she was early on, pressures bobby to get a good gift. She later gets said gift but despite being told to open it immideitly, her siblings chide her on her habit of tearing presents open and thus get her not to open it. So that’s a runner through the special, with Lana even putting her on a leash at one point, which I found hilarious. Less hilaroius is the conclusion as it turns out in the box on christmas day.. is BOBBY, who understandably is not looking so good...

Thankfully bobby’s not dead or they all would be, but still the poor boy missed christmas eve with his mom and sister for this stunt. I mean I get it’s his fault, he’s apparently LITERALLY too dumb to live it turns out and should’ve you know made a noise sooner and probably didn’t want to ruin the suprise.. but we still nearly got an episode where a 4 year old had surivviors guilt for letting her older sisters boyfriend suffocate in a box. That’s dead santa from gremlins levels of fucked up. Thankfully Lori loves it and I assume bobby’s worried family joined them for christmas eve. That image fills my heart with hope. But seriously bobby never again we can’t loose you. At least not before Sergio.

Leni: Leni’s is very simple it’s just a running gag of her taking various christmas things, making them into outfits then saying shhhh to whoever’s around when she hears, or in later cases is right there, with the person asking. Just a funny bit. Luna: Is working on a christmas song. It’s one of the weake runners as the failed songs just aren’t that funny, but the payoff for the main plot makes up for it. WE’ll get to that. Luann: Has one of my faviorite bits, her 12 puns of christmas which is both really adorable and leads to an adorable moment with her dad. Always loved their relationship.

Lynn and Lucy: Are teamed up this episode which makes me genuinely miss how the two would be used as a pair ocasionally earlier on but just .. arne’t anymore> The rest of the girls status as roomates is used liberally but not so much these two. IT’s just weird and disheartning to me. That being said their plot is simply the two digging around to find where the presents are hidden, which I never got as why would you want to know weeks ahead of time. You can’t use any money to buy the stuff you dind’t get or they’ll know and they usually figure out you knew ahead of time and it just brings thigns down. But from a kid’s perspective I guess I get it and while it’s weird to have Lucy be one of the ones following I like it, as it shows that benath her gothy demanor she’s still just an 8 year old girl excited for christmas, and that’s adorable. A decent enough runner.

Lana: Gets a good one: She keeps accidently catching people, and a passing car in one case though she has a jack to help, in her reindeer traps. Its not only funny but really adorable especially since she dosen’t care about trapping SANTA persay, she just wants her own pet reindeer and frankly who wouldn’t want a rideable woodland critter who can fly. Dammit now i want one too.

Lola and Lisa: Lola gets a fairly standard one tha’ts still pretty damn funny; She wants to get offf the naughy list by playing good for a day. What makes it funny is that last part.. that instead of doing it over a few days like most of this plot she’s trying to cram it all into one day while also trying not to strangle Lisa, who keeps showing up to say santa’s route is impossiuble. As ducktales covered he slows down time.. also you know.. not every kid celebrates christmas so ther’es probably a good number of houses he dosen’t have to cover in one night. Lily: Just randomly pops out of stockings a bit. it’s precioous as it sounds. The Parents: It had honestly been so long both since i’d seen a season 1 episode, and since the two had been both given actual names and fleshed out considerably, that i’d forgotten Rita and Senior had their faces obscured for all of season 1. It’s REALLY weird and jarring to go back to after getting to know them as fully formed people of their own over the past 3 seasons, and especally gorowing to love Senior, as he’s a loveably goofy dad but without the incompetence of most comedy dads. He can bumble but he’s also genuinely supportive, talented and pulls his weight in his marriage and family. We do however start to really see their fully formed , full member of the cast perosnalities here: Rita is clearly tired from the sheer amount of shit she has to juggle, but is also nice and warm and while Lynn Sr.’s goofiness was established already, here it’s tempered into his current shape and his love of cooking and through role as the family chef is established. While he was established as cook earlier he goes from someone who’d use frozen food just to get by to a master chef who probably does use a lot of frozen stuff but can make anything taste good and will eventually have his own restraunt. It’s really fascenating to see them slowly emerge. They don’t really have plots themslves, and Lynn’s only real gag is wanting everyone to try his figgy pudding.

So with the rest of the family covered let’s get to our main plot. Lincoln is sledding.. on the slide out back.. for some reason.

The reason is simple.. his sled ends up in the yard of Mr. Grouse, their neighbor and old man who yells at louds. Lincoln explains grouse keeps everything that ends up in his yard and has taken a lot from the Loud Kids over the years. So lincoln.. uses the slide to sled.. DIRECTLY IN FRONT OF HIS YARD.

I’ve been wanting to use pigtail kim since I made that one recently. But her points stands. What?!. I mean Lincoln can be stupid, he’s only 12 it’s allowed, but usually more out of not realizing what he’s getting into or using kid logic. He’s not this brain dead. That’s Leni’s job. It just feels like plot contrivance. Just have him build some sort of contraption as a makeshift hill and tell the audience he’s doing this because his family dosen’t want him going to an actual hill on christmas or is too busy to take him. There are easier ways than this half assed rube goldberg machine of a setup. So naturally his sled ends up in the yard.. and he calls on Clyde to help....

Now if you’ve been reading my reviews for a while, you know that reactoin is normally reserved exclusivley for this guy.

But since Rusty was in his larval state with only a few apperances and hadn’t emeerged from his coocoon as the douche I know and love to take pot shots at, there was actually something WORSE. Something more obnoxious. And with far far worse implications. And that my friends was seasons 1 and 2 Clyde. Clyde in the early seasons CAN be fine, and the self we know now. In fact I wish he interacted with the sisters more as the slumber party episode early on gave him a nice dynamic with all of them and the episode with him and leni was terrific. The problem one there was running gag with him, one character trait that utterly sucked the joy out of the room at best and made him into an unlikeable little shit at worst; HIs crush on Lori. When she’s around at BEST he has a Master Roshi nosebleed, stammers her name and passes out, something that wasn’t funny the first time and quickly became grating the 80 other times they did it. But at worst, as he is here? He’s creepy, obessevie and worst of all. .a real dick to bobby. Who as we’ve established is...

So that was NEVER going to go over well and even ignoring that is still very bad. The little creep just constantly treats Bobby with hostility, which given this is Bobby, he dosen’t realize is going on. Any time their relationship is threantned Clyde’s main goal is to swoop in during the aftermath and win lori over. He constantly wants Bobby out of the way, The ONE TIME he dosen’t come off as a massive dick is when Lincoln thinks Bobby might be cheating, and that’s because Clyde isn’t planning on swooping into the wrecakge of someone’s relationship to get a girlfriend, but to punch the guy out for cheating on her. Bobby wasn’t and Clyde obviously isn’t capable of that, but it’s a bit more understandable and even CLYDE wants to make sure there’s evidence first. But more often than not he’s just under the assumptino Lori will be his despite the massive age gap, her having made it obvious she’s not intrested, and her being in longterm relationship she’s really happy in with someone else. And this was season 1 lori who reacted to this, so the fact she’s not being the queen of all bitches about it only makes him look that much worse. And to add to that, Bobby not only KNOWS he has as crush on Lori but is suppportive of clyde, cheering him on when she kisses him once for doing something noble, and generally treating “Clydsdale” like he would any of Lori’s blood siblings. It was excurating then to sit through this every few episodes.. and it’s even worse now because the gag’s complete dissaperance from Season 3 onwards really paints the picture that this gag was entirely because series creator Chris Savino thought this was FUNNY and no one else did. And given he got fired for, you know, HARASSING WOMEN AND NOT TAKING NO FOR AN ANSWER you kinda see how an already bad bit was made worse. So yeah while the sled thing is bad this.. is objectively worse and drags the special down more. It’s thakfully not omniprescent but man is it hard to watch. Clyde being in full dickhead mode is trying to get a kiss from lori and is using a missletoe hat for it.. And can we just agree that while Missletoe can be used well in stories, to help two shy people finally kiss or to ramp up romantic tension or what have you, that it’s often used by creepy douchebags to get kisses they don’t deserve both here and presumibly in irl before the plauge hit? We can? Good. But yeah that’s his plot, no suprise he gets one, bah hum bug. He also throws in some Bobby bashing by fantasising about him ending up in the yard and clyde ending up with lori since Grouse keeps bobby.. even though instead Lori would just ignore clyde, storm over there and rip an old man’s spine out mortal kombat style.

So yeah Lincoln wants his sled back, but he can’t do it alone as the old man scares him, hence Clyde coming in. They make an elaborate plan using some careful blueprints.

Their real plan is to have Clyde disract grouse while Lincoln grabs the sled but it fails and mean mr mustard finds it and takes it inside. Desperate, Lincoln prepares to do some crimes and head into his house. Clyde is afraid he’l end up in jail and never get to visit because only family can. Clyde you are family. Plus Prison visits aren’t limited to relatives only, any show with a character in jail storyline will tell you that. But Lincoln makes a valid point that Grouse stole his property.. I still dont’ think this is the right way to handle it and his parents should just go over and ask the loud, irate asshole to give the kids stuff back he stole to be a dick, but this is a kids show and again we wouldn’t have a plot but unlike last time my head dosen’t hurt from this. He’s desperate, he knows that probably wouldn’t work and again he’s 12. 12 year old logic is fine. Naturally he ends up getting caught as Grouse didn’t leave for long, though having found a photo of Grouse with a sled as a kid, understandably fires back on him that he wasn’t always like this. Why he like this. He also has the much farier point that again, it’s his property and “My yard my rules” is about as much a legal rule as a note saying “I can do what I want, ron”. But Grouse understandably, hey he’s a dick but the boyd id be and e, makes him clean up and after Grouse fails to get the loud parents Lincoln, via a comination of a charming family photo and Grouse talking to his sister on the phone, finds out the real reason he acts like this: He misses his family and being on a fixed income can’t visit them often as he tells his sister he won’t be home for christmas to see his sprawling family.

And while it doesen’t excuse his actions.. it does explain why Grouse is so bitter: you would be too if you had a massive family who clealry loved you and your on good terms with.. but through no fault of your own and presumibly despite working hard toa fford retirment you just.. can’t see them. Their there and you have the phone, but you don’t know how to work the internet and it’s just.. not the same as seeing them. Your just seperated from them and can’t be near them or hear their voices or get hugs. Which.. given the current pandemic i’m sure MANY of you can relate to that.. to being seperated from your loved ones and trapped, and especailly many people mr grouses age are facing that. While this special is good even without the context of seeing it this year it especailly resonates and i’m glad I waited this long simply beaause it came at just the right time. Grouse tells him to leave not planning on calling his parents.

So in christmas special fashion, Lincoln is touched byt his story, and feels bad for the old curmudgeon. Sure they don’t get along and the bastard broke his sled.. but again you’d be bitter too in his shoes. The guy has nothing and is alone.. and Grouse has done nothing to deserve that, even with his actions resulting from it. No one should be alone on christmas. So Lincoln tells his sisters, all of whom rally around him, including Luna whose writer’s block is broken as she finally realizes...

And not singing about that was holding her back. Luna has her song and Lincoln, as expected has a plan. And we soon see that plan as Grouse gets a knock on the door.. and finds the Louds, parents included, and The McBrides all there singing him a christmas song. It’s pretty decent and the first time we really get to see Nikka Futterman sing and i’ts beautiful> Ther’ed be better, and worse luna songs to come but this is still pretty neat and sweet. THey came to offer him deocrations, dinner, company.. and a one way bus ticket to his family... presumibly the family will pay the other way or he can easier the day after christmas. Point is he’s touched, and genuinely and sincerly thanks them and invites them in, with Grouse’s actor John DiMaggio REALLY selling it hard.

So our heroes gather for Christmas Eve all together, and under Grouse’s roof with Grouse giving the kids their stuff back having had a change of heart. Sure he misses his family.. but the Louds and Mc Brides have shown him he dosen’t have to shut everyone out as a result. And while Grouse apologizes tht his sled is gone.. Lincoln’s fine with it he got something better. So the next morning we end on the kids opening presents, and Lori saving her boyfriend from axphisxiation, seriously between this and strife of the party i’m really starting to sour on lana. Regarldess Lucy finally belivies in santa both due to gifts nd seeing him last night, while Lincoln finds a sled from santa.. and then goes outside to see Mr Grouse off, recognizing he’s the one who played santa in a really sweet and senitmental bit. The two part on good terms even if Lincoln breaks another window. Things have changed if not that much. Final THoughts: If it wasn’t obvious, I REALLY loved this one. While it has it’s flaws, and Chris Savino sucks dirty ass in thunderstorms obviously.. it’s still a really sweet, well constructed special and I really recommend checking it out. It’s on the nick app if you have cable and on CBS All Acess if you have that. Until next time merry christmas to all and to all a good day.

And if ther’es an episode of the loud house you’d like me to review leave it in the comments or you can comission a review of it for five dollars. Just direct message me to work out the details or send an ask for my discord.

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ANGEL EYES II

LIGHTNING ERA - Part 5

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SHIP: Sirius Black x Reader

DESCRIPTION: Life in Azkaban. These were the three words that had haunted your life for twelve years, until the day you saw Sirius Black’s face on the front of the daily prophet. He had escaped, but after twelve years in Azkaban, could things ever go back to normal?

NOTES: hey hi hello yes it is actually me back with another chapter of angel eyes!! quarantine really is making crazy things happen lol. I can’t apologise enough for how long this has taken, but i’ve tried my very best to make it worth it. also ps I have had to make some slight changes to the usual timeline, including remus/tonks wedding, and the major one being that the attack on the burrow now happens on harry’s birthday!! thank you so much for sticking with me xx (also apologies for any spelling/grammar errors my inspo kept striking at night when I was very sleepy lol)

Standing out the window of Remus’ London apartment, your hands wrapped tightly around your mug of tea as you stared out at the dense fog that had settled over the city. The sight of it instantly brought a nauseous feeling to your stomach, knowing that it was the growing presence of dementors that was causing it. Your eyes darted down to watch the innocent muggles who were walking by, clearly questioning the unusual fog, completely ignorant to the fact that their world was in grave danger. It all felt uncomfortably familiar, your mind flooding with memories of the First Wizarding War. With a deep sigh, you stepped back from the window and settled down on the sofa, freeing a hand from your mug to pick up The Daily Prophet. “Bridge Collapse: Death Toll Rises” was sprawled across the front page, and your heart sank further as you began to read the details, knowing that the families involved would never get the answers they deserved.

“Devastating, isn’t it?”

You jumped slightly at the sudden voice and looked up, your brows furrowing in confusion as Albus Dumbledore appeared in front of you.

“Extremely.” You said, placing the newspaper back down on the coffee table. Just as you were about to ask what brought him here, Remus appeared at the living room door, a similar look of confusion on his features.

“Good evening, Remus.” Albus greeted, giving Remus a nod as he stepped into the room. “Please excuse me for arriving here unannounced, but I am on a tight schedule.”

“Please, sit down.” Remus insisted, gesturing to the free armchair, as he himself settled down beside you on the sofa beside you.

“You must be wondering what brings me here this evening, and again, I apologize for arriving unannounced, but I wanted to check in on you both. Particularly after your recent mission, Remus.” Albus explained, and you glanced towards Remus knowingly, your eyes tracing over the gashes and bruises that now littered his face.

Much to your dismay, Remus had begun to take on more serious Order missions. It had resulted in many sleepless nights sitting up patching his wounds, and trying to get through to him. You knew his condition led him to extreme insecurities, but you had never quite understood the extent of it until now. Remus Lupin had fallen in love, but he was doing everything in his power to push it away and ignore it. He couldn’t see the same worth in himself that everyone else did, and it broke your heart to witness, but considering your current situation with Sirius, you were in no position to give your opinion.

“I’m recovering very well, sir, thank you.” Remus said, shifting uncomfortably under your intense gaze.

“I’m pleased to hear it.” Albus said, giving Remus a sincere smile, before he averted his attention. “I’ve just come from Grimmauld Place.”

It was your turn now to shift uncomfortablly, clearing your throat as you placed your empty mug down on the table. “How is he?” You asked.

“Extremely remorseful.” Albus said bluntly. Your head shot up to look at him, and Albus stared directly at you, his gaze unfaltering. “Far be it for me to get involved in personal business, but I feel I owe it to both you, and Sirius, in this case.”

“You owe it to us?” You questioned, and Ablus nodded, sitting up straighter in his chair.

“My ignorance came at extreme costs for you both, and still does. I have been engaging with The Ministry to ensure Sirius’ name is cleared, but it shouldn’t have come to this point. You told me he was innocent, and I should have believed you. I should have had more faith in him, especially when considering the fact that he has shown me nothing but loyalty. I let you both down in ways that are incomprehensible, and I hope you both know how deeply apologetic I am for that. One day, I hope you will find it possible to forgive me.” Albus explained, but before you could interject, he continued on. “I’ve known Sirius Black for a long time, and nothing gave me greater joy than watching you fall in love with each other. All Sirius Black has ever wanted, and deserved, was to be loved, and you gave that to him. It’s a truly beautiful thing, (Y/N). I’ve lived a long time, as I’m sure you can appreciate, and I struggle to think of a love comparative to that of you and Sirius. I understand why you felt it necessary to take the time that you have, but you’ve both already lost so much, I would hate to see you lose any more time with each other.”

You sat stunned, your mouth slightly agape as you tried to process everything Albus had said to you. Remus reached out, resting a hand on your shoulder and giving it a reassuring squeeze.

“I understand that that’s a lot to take, and I regret that I have to leave in such a haste, but I hope it may bring some clarity for you, as well as my apology bringing some overdue closure. I must now visit Harry, and bring him to stay with The Weasley’s. He will be much more comfortable there.” Albus explained, standing up from his chair. Remus stood up with him, shaking his hand and thanking him for coming. The sudden movement shook you out of your stunned state, and you stood up hastily, just as he was about to leave.

“I’ve already forgiven you, sir, we both have.” You said, and again, a sincere smile flashed across Albus’ features.

“Take the time you need, (Y/N), but not so much that you may regret it in the future.” He said, before suddenly disapparating, leaving you and Remus staring at an empty space in front of you.

“Why do I get the feeling that he’s tying up loose ends?” Remus suddenly said, and you let out a shaky breath, the nauseous feeling in your stomach returning.

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The air was cool as you sat on the porch of The Burrow, a small breeze nipping at your skin. Glancing back through the front door, your lips quirked up into a small smile as you saw Harry laughing with his friends, a sight you would never grow tired of seeing. Throughout all the chaos, and all the panic, Harry’s 16th birthday had come around. Knowing how heavy the war was weighing on his mind, you had decided alongside Molly Weasley to put together a small celebration for him, hoping it might take his mind off the excruciating pressure he was facing everyday for at least a couple of hours, and so far, it seemed to be paying off.

Turning your attention back outside, you admired how clear the sky was, running your hands up and down your arms to try and retain some heat. Hearing footsteps coming towards you, and a jacket wrapping around your shoulders, you immediately recognised the intoxicating scent of Sirius enveloping you. Closing your eyes for a moment, as he settled down on the porch beside you, you took a minute to appreciate the feeling of having him so close. The closest he had been in weeks.

“Can we talk?” He asked, and you opened your eyes slowly, turning your head to meet his eyes.

Albus’ words when he visited had left you with a lot to think about. His words stuck with you, and brought you to a point where you weren’t quite sure anymore whether you were more angry with Sirius, or yourself. From the moment you met Sirius Black, you had known what you were getting yourself into. He had always been reckless, and stubborn, and much like everyone else, he came with his own flaws, but despite this, despite the flaws that you brought to the table, he continued to love you so deeply that the price had always been worth the payoff. Sirius loved you in a way that you could have never expected anyone to. He made you feel as if you were the only girl in the world, and Merlin, you couldn’t have been more in love with him either. How could you ever throw something like that away? He loved you so unapologetically, how could you deprive him of the same when you knew he would have never done what he did with the intent of hurting you?

“I’m sorry, Sirius…” You began, but were quickly cut off as a trail of black smoke appeared in the sky. You both stood up, slipping your arms into Sirius’ jacket as your eyes squinted in an attempt to see through the darkness. Before you could react, a circle of flames surrounded the house, and Sirius reached out to shield you behind him. You both quickly drew your wands as the guests of Harry’s birthday party came flooding out into the garden, and Bellatrix Lestrange appeared in front of you all, laughing maniacally. She disappeared just as quickly as she had appeared, and before you knew it, Harry and Ginny were running past you and Sirius, following her into the flames.

“Harry!” You cried out, your body immediately kicking into gear as you and Sirius both followed after, Remus and Arthur not far behind. The tall grass stung as it hit against your skin, your heart pounding in your chest as your feet moved you as quickly as they could. “Harry!” You called out again, your footsteps coming to a sudden halt as you found him and Ginny fighting off curses coming from multiple directions. You immediately joined them, alongside Remus, Sirius and Arthur, but the curses soon died out, and the silence was almost deafening as you all stood in a circle, listening out for any sudden movement and anticipating a second attack. It couldn’t be that easy.

Suddenly, the black smoke appeared in the sky again, and Sirius quickly pulled you into his side, his arm wrapping around your shoulders as your free hand gripped onto his shirt. You watched, stunned, as the dark smoke danced around the The Burrow, and the house erupted in flames. Your mouth dropped open, your grip tightening on Sirius’ shirt as Arthur called out for Molly, making a burst back towards the house. “Tonks.” Remus suddenly breathed out, before following quickly after Arthur.

As you all arrived back at the house, you could hardly comprehend the scene in front of you, your heart shattering into a million pieces as you saw the house The Weasley’s, and Harry, all called home, falling to the ground. The war had always felt personal, and unpredictable, but this just reinstated how truly unsafe, even the safest of places were. As you all helplessly watched the flames, your body automatically found Sirius’. You wrapped your arms around his waist, your head resting on his chest, as you held on as tight as possible to the feeling of safety he brought to you. His arms wrapped around your shoulders, and he pressed a kiss to the top of your head before you looked up at him.

“Let’s go home.”

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Knowing The Burrow would take some time to be liveable again, and that the memories were still fresh, you and Sirius had insisted on The Weasley’s and Harry coming back to stay in Grimmauld Place for as long as they needed. Remus had decided he would go home with Tonks, both seeking comfort after what they had just witnessed, so you said your goodbyes and asked that he update you in the morning to let you know how they both were. When you returned home, you quickly fell back into the familiar routine of hosting in Grimmauld Place, and hurried around to make sure everyone had a bed, blankets, and were as comfortable as they could be for the night.

Once everyone was settled, you said your goodnights and made your way back to Sirius’ bedroom, stepping in and closing the door behind you. Once shut, you leaned back against it, your head falling back as you let out a shaky breath. Hearing the door close, Sirius appeared out from the bathroom. You lifted your head to look at him as he walked towards you, reaching his hand out for you to take.

You placed your hand in his, following after him as he guided you to the bathroom, the steam from the shower already beginning to fog up the room. You both quickly rid of your clothes and stepped into the shower, letting out a long sigh of relief as the warm water washed over your body.

Your eyes met Sirius’, his hand reaching out to gently trace his fingers along your jaw. You soaked in every second of his touch, your hands running up his chest and around his neck, tangling into the hair at the nape of his neck. Taking a step closer to him, you closed any space that was left between your bodies, your foreheads meeting in the middle as he leaned his against yours.

“I’m so, so sorry, love.” He muttered and you shook your head, biting down on your lip gently as he let one hand rest on the side of your neck, his other moving to press against your lower back.

“I love you.” You breathed out, and with those three words, his lips found yours, an indescribable heat erupting throughout every inch of your body as your hands tightened their grip on his hair, unable to get enough of him. Backing you up against the wall, the water cascaded down both of your bodies, and the world outside the bathroom slowly slipped away as you forgave each other in arguably the best way possible.

Time passed, and you soon found yourself tangled up in both Sirius and the sheets on the bed. You lay partially on top of him, your legs intertwined with his as you ran your fingers through his hair, his hand drawing patterns on the small of your back. Tracing your fingers along the chiselled line of his jaw, you leaned down, pressing a short kiss to his lips.

“I’m sorry I ran.”

“I’m sorry I made you feel as if you had no other option.” He replied, turning his head slightly to place a kiss on the palm of your hand.

“I guess we aren’t as perfect as we thought we were, huh?” You smirked, and Sirius laughed softly. “No more running.” You told him sincerely.

“You come first, (Y/N/N), always.”

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“You know, we should really be looking for my ring, love. Maybe I could have left it Remus’ the other evening after the wedding? I’m pretty sure I must have taken it off to wash the dishes… Can you believe Remus is married now? I’m so happy for them both. They really make such a lovely couple… Where are you taking me, Sirius?”

Sirius chuckled as he guided you along, his hands covering your eyes.

“I told you, it’s a surprise.” He replied, eliciting an impatient groan from you. After a hectic day working with The Order, Sirius had whisked you off to an unknown location, giving you absolutely no reasoning why. Despite your impatient tendencies, and the fact you were mentally and physically drained, it came as an extremely welcome surprise. In the months following the attack on The Burrow, Voldemort had made it known that not only was he back, but he was back with a vengeance. The situation was escalating everyday, but amidst all the chaos, it was moments like this you spent alone with Sirius, rediscovering each other and repairing aspects of your relationship that were broken that kept you going. He was your light in what seemed like never ending darkness, and the determination you felt to finally live the life you had always dreamed of with him motivated you to keep fighting.

“Are we there yet?” You asked suddenly, and Sirius rolled his eyes in amusement, before suddenly slowing down the pace and coming to a complete stop.

“We’re here.” He told you, before removing his hands from your eyes. A small gasp escaped your lips as you saw where you were, and the scene in front of you. Just like the night of your engagement, Sirius had brought you back to the lake at Hogwarts, setting up a small picnic for just the two of you.

“Sirius! It’s beautiful.” You smiled, leaning back into his chest as you admired the scene in front of you.

“Worth the wait?” He mumbled, running his hands down your arms and pressing a kiss to the top of your head.

“So worth it.” You replied easily, tilting your head to the side and bringing your hand up to guide his lips to yours. “Can you believe how long it’s been since that night you first proposed to me? So much has changed since then. I certainly didn’t expect we still wouldn’t have made it to the wedding at this stage.” You chuckled as you broke apart, taking a few steps towards the picnic blanket to see what he had laid out.

“Well… That’s why I wanted to bring you here tonight.” Sirius began, and you turned back to face him, an even louder gasp escaping your lips this time as you found him down on one knee. “Your ring isn’t lost, (Y/N/N), it’s at home, but I took it because… I wanted to give you this.” He said, pulling out a small box out of his pocket to reveal a beautiful diamond ring.

“Oh Sirius…” You sighed, completely in awe of what was in front of you.

“I can’t even begin to comprehend how I got so lucky with you, (Y/N). You are… breathtakingly beautiful, and easily the best sex I’ve ever had,” He joked, and you chuckled softly, reaching up to wipe the stray tears that were beginning to slip down your cheeks. “But you’re so much more than that. Throughout everything, you’ve loved me more than I ever thought was possible, and I can’t thank you enough for that. You’ve really opened my eyes up to what love is, and how beautiful it can be, and Merlin (Y/N/N), I love you so much. Every day, every second, I fall more and more in love with you. You said it yourself, a lot has changed since the first time I proposed to you. We’ve changed as people, the world around us has changed, our relationship has changed, gotten stronger, and I wanted to give you this as a promise that this time around, we’re going to get our wedding. We’re going to get married, buy a house, have kids… Everything we’ve always dreamed of. So, will you marry me?”

A wide smile spread across your lips as you nodded furiously. “Of course I’ll marry you!” You said, watching as he slipped the ring onto your finger. Sirius barely had the time to stand up and you were in his arms, your hands tangling into his hair as you pulled him in for a kiss. “I love you so much.”

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In stark contrast to the last time you had been on the ground of Hogwarts, an excruciating heaviness lay in the air as you and Sirius walked hand in hand through the castle. A number of emotions were coursing through your body, a mixture of anger, fear, uncertainty, grief, but most of all, extreme despair and heartache. The War in the Wizarding World had inevitably continued to intensify in the months following your engagement, tragedy upon tragedy being reported everyday. It was painful to admit it had gotten to a point where you had grown accustomed to the grief, learning to expect it, but what you hadn’t expected, what you could have never expected, was for Albus Dumbledore to be murdered. Arriving at Hogwarts on the night of his death, feet pounding heavily against the pavement as The Order tried to reach the castle as quickly as possible, the last thing you could have ever prepared for was to see him falling freely from the astronomy tower. Still to this day, as you made your way towards the Black Lake for his funeral ceremony, you couldn’t wrap your mind around it. You couldn’t believe he was gone.

Similar to most, Albus Dumbledore had played a crucial role in your life. From the moment you arrived in Hogwarts, a transfer from Ilvermorny, he had taken you in and welcomed you with open arms. Despite your differences in recent years, you knew that Albus had only your best intentions at heart, and that he strived above everything else to keep you, and the ones around him, safe. In addition to this, you knew the role he played in Harry’s life. You knew how important he was to Harry, and it only added to the overwhelming sense of grief to know what a toll the loss would take on him.

Reaching the door of the castle that would lead you to the Black Lake, you felt Sirius’ grip tighten on your hand, as he stopped in his tracks and took a deep breath. Turning to face him, you used your free hand to reach up to his cheek, turning his head slightly to face you. “You made him proud, Sirius. All he wanted for you was to see you loved, and you made that possible by not letting your past, and your family, change who you are. You are so loved, and he was so proud.” You told him, and Sirius smiled sadly, as you leaned up and pressed a gentle kiss to his cheek. “Ready?”

“Ready.” Sirius nodded, and you gave him a reassuring smile, before heading out towards the Black Lake.

Approaching the ceremony, the sound of soft sobs and people talking quietly amongst themselves took over. You greeted those you knew as you walked past, thanking the ones who expressed how wonderful it was to see Sirius out in the open again due to Albus’ efforts with The Ministry to clear his name. You soon spotted Remus and Tonks, quickly approaching them and pulling them both in for long hugs. As the hug broke, your heart once again shattered into a million paces as your eyes met Harry’s, the pain and anger evident. Upon seeing you and Sirius, a flicker of relief flashed through his eyes, and you quickly approached him, wrapping your arms around him in a hug. Rubbing his back soothingly, you bit down on your bottom lip to hold back your own tears, using everything that you had to convey in that one hug how loved, and appreciated he was. You wanted him more than anything to know that he wasn’t alone.

“They can’t get away with this. Voldemort, Snape, Bellatrix… They can’t get away with this.” He told you, and you nodded in agreement.

“Nobody is getting away with this, Harry. We’ll make sure of it.”

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Hey! Wikathon na! I’ve started reading Relocations by Karen Tongson, about a third through now, but I had to take a little detour through Harrow the Ninth by Tamsyn Muir like I said I would. I’ve finished reading HtN but I’m not quite done experiencing it, so I’ll probably pick Relocations back up tomorrow.

But here’s what I read in July! What’s a segue?

1. Haikyu!! Volume 44 and 45 by Haruichi Furudate

A chance event triggered Shouyou Hinata’s love for volleyball. His club had no members, but somehow persevered and finally made it into its very first and final regular match of middle school, where it was steamrolled by Tobio Kageyama, a superstar player known as “King of the Court.”

Vowing revenge, Hinata applied to the Karasuno High School volleyball club… only to come face-to-face with his hated rival, Kageyama!

And with those two volumes, Haikyū has ended. I’m really glad that my cousin got me to catch up to the series because being a part of the sheer joy and love that’s poured out the fandom these past few months has been refreshing to my spirit. I enjoyed the way Furudate brought the series to its conclusion, by giving all the characters a future and room to grow. I hope to hear more from him in the upcoming years.

2. Looking for Group by Alexis Hall

I read Looking for Group because I was reading up on Alexis Hall in anticipation of Boyfriend Material, which I will talk about later, and saw the synopsis:

So, yeah, I play Heroes of Legend, y’know, the MMO. I’m not like obsessed or addicted or anything. It’s just a game. Anyway, there was this girl in my guild who I really liked because she was funny and nerdy and a great healer. Of course, my mates thought it was hilarious I was into someone I’d met online. And they thought it was even more hilarious when she turned out to be a boy IRL. But the joke’s on them because I still really like him.

And now that we’re together, it’s going pretty well. Except sometimes I think Kit—that’s his name, sorry I didn’t mention that—spends way too much time in HoL. I know he has friends in the guild, but he has me now, and my friends, and everyone knows people you meet online aren’t real. I mean. Not Kit. Kit’s real. Obviously.

Oh, I’m Drew, by the way. This is sort of my story. About how I messed up some stuff and figured out some stuff. And fell in love and stuff.

And I knew that I had to read it. Immediately.

I enjoyed it way too much. The characters were adorable, the conflict was done well, the geeky gamer wrapper was AMAZING and the author never dropped the ball on integrating the online game into the narrative. It was very readable and I enjoyed the atmosphere of the book immensely. I also may have spent a heady week or so thinking of playing WoW, but I avoided that temptation. Made me miss uni too, and the way my friends and I would spend countless hours with each other.

3. Boyfriend Material by Alexis Hall

Wanted: One (fake) boyfriend Practically perfect in every way

Luc O’Donnell is tangentially–and reluctantly–famous. His rock star parents split when he was young, and the father he’s never met spent the next twenty years cruising in and out of rehab. Now that his dad’s making a comeback, Luc’s back in the public eye, and one compromising photo is enough to ruin everything.

To clean up his image, Luc has to find a nice, normal relationship…and Oliver Blackwood is as nice and normal as they come. He’s a barrister, an ethical vegetarian, and he’s never inspired a moment of scandal in his life. In other words: perfect boyfriend material. Unfortunately apart from being gay, single, and really, really in need of a date for a big event, Luc and Oliver have nothing in common. So they strike a deal to be publicity-friendly (fake) boyfriends until the dust has settled. Then they can go their separate ways and pretend it never happened.

But the thing about fake-dating is that it can feel a lot like real-dating. And that’s when you get used to someone. Start falling for them. Don’t ever want to let them go.

I came into this book with high expectations after Looking for Group, and my expectations were mostly met. The few issues I had were ultimately negligible, probably cultural differences or conventions of a genre that I’m not familiar with. The characters were strong, and I found the book funny. I know it sounds as though I’m damning it with faint praise, so I’ll say it plainly: it was an enjoyable read and I was totally invested in the romance. I think it’ll make a really good film as well.

4. The Subtweet by Vivek Shraya

Everyone talks about falling in love, but falling in friendship can be just as captivating. When Neela Devaki’s song is covered by internet-famous artist Rukmini, the two musicians meet and a transformative friendship begins. But as Rukmini’s star rises and Neela’s stagnates, jealousy and self-doubt creep in. With a single tweet, their friendship implodes, one career is destroyed, and the two women find themselves at the center of an internet firestorm.

Celebrated multidisciplinary artist Vivek Shraya’s second novel is a stirring examination of making art in the modern era, a love letter to brown women, an authentic glimpse into the music industry, and a nuanced exploration of the promise and peril of being seen.

If you’re a millennial and if you’ve ever had complicated friendships, this book will ring really true for most of it, I think. I kept wincing at the characters’ actions and “mistakes”, recognising them as things I or my friends have done, but there are portions of the story that I found inaccessible because Neela, the main character, just seems really opaque even when they’re the ones speaking. The music Shraya made as a companion to the book slaps and can be found here.

5. Empowered 11 by Adam Warren

Costumed crimefighter Empowered finds herself the desperate prey of a maniacal supervillain whose godlike powers have turned an entire city of suprahumans against her.

Not good! Outnumbered and under siege, aided only by a hero’s ghost, can Emp survive the relentless onslaught long enough to free her enslaved teammates and loved ones, or is this–*gulp*–The End?

From comics overlord Adam Warren comes Empowered, the acclaimed sexy superhero comedy–except when it isn’t, as in this volume’s no-nonsense, wall-to-wall brawl guaranteed to bring tears to the eye and fists to the face!

Warren’s tying up a lot of loose ends and answering a lot of questions and I’m wondering if that means Empowered‘s ending soon. I haven’t seen any info regarding this, even though the words “The End” are right there in the summary, because comic books always lean on the whole the hero could die! thing, and more often than not they never do. But Emp has come so far in the past 11 volumes, and I think that she’s ready to confront a lot of the stuff that Warren’s only hinted at in the past. Most of Empowered is about how Emp deals with failure and how she rises above it, and recently it’s become about how other people have failed her, rather than how she has failed, and how she deserves better. I’m worried about her, but at least we are another volume’s worth of evidence for the Emp/Thugboy/Ninjette OT3.

6. Sex and Vanity by Kevin Kwan

The iconic author of the bestselling phenomenon Crazy Rich Asians returns with a glittering tale of love and longing as a young woman finds herself torn between two worlds–the WASP establishment of her father’s family and George Zao, a man she is desperately trying to avoid falling in love with.

On her very first morning on the jewel-like island of Capri, Lucie Churchill sets eyes on George Zao and she instantly can’t stand him. She can’t stand it when he gallantly offers to trade hotel rooms with her so that she can have the view of the Tyrrhenian Sea, she can’t stand that he knows more about Curzio Malaparte than she does, and she really can’t stand it when he kisses her in the darkness of the ancient ruins of a Roman villa and they are caught by her snobbish, disapproving cousin, Charlotte. “Your mother is Chinese so it’s no surprise you’d be attracted to someone like him,” Charlotte teases. Daughter of an American-born-Chinese mother and blue-blooded New York father, Lucie has always sublimated the Asian side of herself in favor of the white side, and she adamantly denies having feelings for George. But several years later, when George unexpectedly appears in East Hampton where Lucie is weekending with her new fiancé, Lucie finds herself drawn to George again. Soon, Lucy is spinning a web of deceit that involves her family, her fiancé, the co-op board of her Fifth Avenue apartment, and ultimately herself as she tries mightily to deny George entry into her world–and her heart. Moving between summer playgrounds of privilege, peppered with decadent food and extravagant fashion, Sex and Vanity is a truly modern love story, a daring homage to A Room with a View, and a brilliantly funny comedy of manners set between two cultures.

This was the third romance novel I read in July, and that’s honestly the highest concentration of romance novel I’ve ever had in my life. I know that I’m supposed to find romance novels like super kilig and stuff, but so far I am just very anxious for romance novel protagonists all the time. I think that the whole thing about the romance novels I have read is that they’re mostly about how deeply anxious people learn how to allow themselves to be loved and that is tough! I wanted to protect Lucie all the time! I was Invested in her Welfare, and I don’t think I cared about Rachel Chu from Crazy Rich Asians half as much, even if you condensed all my attachment from the entire trilogy. Also, small spoiler, there is a hint that Sex and Vanity is in the same universe as Crazy Rich Asians, which I think is awesome.

6. Trust Exercise by Susan Choi

Pulitzer Finalist Susan Choi’s narrative-upending novel about what happens when a first love between high school students is interrupted by the attentions of a charismatic teacher

In an American suburb in the early 1980s, students at a highly competitive performing arts high school struggle and thrive in a rarified bubble, ambitiously pursuing music, movement, Shakespeare, and, particularly, their acting classes. When within this striving “Brotherhood of the Arts,” two freshmen, David and Sarah, fall headlong into love, their passion does not go unnoticed—or untoyed with—by anyone, especially not by their charismatic acting teacher, Mr. Kingsley.

The outside world of family life and economic status, of academic pressure and of their future adult lives, fails to penetrate this school’s walls—until it does, in a shocking spiral of events that catapults the action forward in time and flips the premise upside-down. What the reader believes to have happened to David and Sarah and their friends is not entirely true—though it’s not false, either. It takes until the book’s stunning coda for the final piece of the puzzle to fall into place—revealing truths that will resonate long after the final sentence.

As captivating and tender as it is surprising, Trust Exercise will incite heated conversations about fiction and truth, friendships and loyalties, and will leave readers with wiser understandings of the true capacities of adolescents and of the powers and responsibilities of adults.

This is a book I could not stop reading and I felt gross after I finished it. I think that I enjoyed it and that the narrative flips were well-done and it was engaging, but Choi writes teenage trauma in 3D, and you can smell her scumbag characters. Very good will never read again unless looking to feel bad.

Re-read:

Temeraire: His Majesty’s Dragon, Throne of Jade, Black Powder War, andEmpire of Ivory by Naomi Novik

Aerial combat brings a thrilling new dimension to the Napoleonic Wars as valiant warriors ride mighty fighting dragons, bred for size or speed. When HMS Reliant captures a French frigate and seizes the precious cargo, an unhatched dragon egg, fate sweeps Captain Will Laurence from his seafaring life into an uncertain future – and an unexpected kinship with a most extraordinary creature. Thrust into the rarified world of the Aerial Corps as master of the dragon Temeraire, he will face a crash course in the daring tactics of airborne battle. For as France’s own dragon-borne forces rally to breach British soil in Bonaparte’s boldest gambit, Laurence and Temeraire must soar into their own baptism of fire.

I started re-reading it because I wanted to introduce it to my girlfriend, and I outpaced her very quickly, and selfishly. She’s still at the beginning fourth of Throne of Jade, and I feel like I blinked and gulped down four of the books in quick succession. I had to stop myself after Empire, in a very belated effort to sync up to my gf’s progress. The series is amazing, and I don’t know if I’ll ever read one like Temeraire again. Being able to revisit it should be enough, really, because every time I do it’s as though I’m caught up in a strong and wonderful wind that fills me up with delight and awe. Novik’s starting a new series this September, and I hope it’s just as good.

That’s it for July! I’m probably going to do two books at a time for my Wikathon posts, just to keep things fresh and current, so keep a weather eye out for those posts!

July, next verse, same as the first Hey! Wikathon na! I've started reading Relocations by Karen Tongson, about a third through now, but I had to take a little detour through…

#books #books 2 #reading #reading 2

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kimikomasuda · 5 years

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Do This for Me

An hour after she got ready for the day, she was blindfolded. Then lead upstairs. She could smell the excitement rolling off of her older brother. It almost made her uncomfortable. But she kept quiet as they finally entered a room. Soon as they were in the middle of it, Raze took off her blindfold. Revealing the new bedroom. The walls were still that pretty grey color that she remembered seeing them. Now they had paintings of woods and other beautiful nature pieces. There was a big wooden book case that was full of old fashioned books. Some she noticed were horror books that she absolutely loved. Like Frankenstein and Dracula. As well as some Edgar Allen Poe writings.

There was a T.V with a DVD player. Along with some DVDs that looked to be mostly horror as well. It was directly in front of the huge bed that he got for her. One that was bigger than any bed she’d ever seen in her life. She was absolutely sure that it could fit five people. Raze had seemed to have picked out red and black bedding.

In place of a dresser, there was a wardrobe. One that was a similar style to the book case.

Looking around the room, she found herself smiling. This was exactly the type of room she always wanted. But her parents wouldn’t ever let her have. It made her giddy as she turned to Raze. Hugging him tightly as she thanked him for the room. He patted her hair gently as she did so. After a few minutes, she let him go. Then hurriedly ran over to her bed and practically jumped on it. A huge laugh escaping her as she landed on it. Bouncing slightly as she relaxed on it. Noticing the sheets were softer than she anticipated they would be. Everything about this room was just amazing. Almost overwhelmingly so. And as she laid there, she didn’t notice Raze had sat near her. Not until he started playing with her hair.

Staying still, she let him play with her hair. As she didn’t think it was all that alarming. Then he gently started fixing her tresses into a braid as he hummed quietly. Once he was finished, he fished a ribbon out of his pants pocket. Tying it around the end of the braid. Soon as he was done, she sat up on the bed. He told her that she looked cute then kissed her forehead. Getting up off the bed, he said,”I’m glad you like your room, Pet. Now, you’ve missed a few days of training thanks to your little stunt.”

“We’re going to be having a very special session later tonight.”,he stated. That made her tense. What kind of special session did he mean? Usually his type of training involved making his people either become terrified of them. Or completely bawl their eyes out. Sometimes he would have her make them angry. There was one time she was allowed to pheromone someone happier. Something she was more comfortable with.

She doubted it was going to be something like that this time. Instead of saying anything, she nodded. Raze made his way to her bedroom door, turning back as he instructed,”For now, just watch movies and read whatever you like.”

“I’ve instructed some of my people to bring you food in a couple of hours. Do not speak to them or there will be consequences. Understand?”,he questioned. Giving her a stern look as he said that. Not talking to his men was something she was used to. Raze seemed to not like her speaking to any of them. Though she couldn’t understand why. A part of her wanted to find out. But she didn’t want him to get angry with her. So she just said,”Yes sir.”

“Good, Pet. Have a lovely day.”,he said with a smile. Tone sounding much more upbeat than before. When he exited the room, he locked the door. Making her sigh as she quickly got a movie set up. Kimiko wondered if he would ever not lock her in her room. Or if that was something to be earned. A part of her hoped he’d trust her soon.

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Hours later, a knock came to her door. She quickly paused the movie as she got off the bed. A moment later, Raze and the new person walked into the room. Someone who looked stranger than most of her brother’s men. He was much taller than him. More muscular too. The man was wearing a weird costume that had a target motif. Something that she found absolutely stupid as she glanced at her older brother. Who either didn’t notice her look or just outright ignored it.

The other man gave her a strange look as he stared at her. He turned to Raze as he pointed his thumb at her. Then he asked,”I know you’re a freak, Flake. But seriously?”

“Seriously what, Bullseye?”,Raze questioned. The tone of his voice seemed pretty calm to her. But it also sounded slightly annoyed. At least to her it sounded slightly annoyed. Though she wasn’t entirely sure. Her gaze went from her older brother to this Bullseye dude. Who rolled his eyes as he jabbed his thumb at her again. With a sneer, Bullseye answered,”Yer seriously keepin’ jail bait in solitary. This is fucked up even for you.”

“This is my younger sister, Bullseye.”,Raze stated. Bullseye glanced her over in a way that made her uncomfortable. She turned her gaze to the ground as she chewed her bottom lip. Not looking up as Bullseye said,”Another one of Mystique’s crotch goblins. Great. Like there isn’t enough of you hanging around.”

That annoyed her but she made sure it didn’t show on her face. Keeping her cool, she kept her gaze on her feet. Not moving when her brother came over to her. In a voice much too low for Bullseye to hear, he ordered,”Your session for today is to make him fall asleep. If you do, we’ll spend the entire day tomorrow doing whatever you want.”

“Anything goes.”,he added in that same low voice. It was hard to fight the smile that came to her face. A whole day of him doing whatever she wanted? Just for putting a human to sleep? That sounded so easy. So very easy. Kimiko chewed her bottom lip for a brief moment. Trying to think of what exactly would make him sleep. Then she did her best to try to exude this. Watching Bullseye as she did this. Who was looking at her with a strange expression. One she couldn’t entirely understand. For a few minutes, she noticed there was absolutely no change in him. And a slight panic came over her as he took a step forward. Bullseye opened his mouth to say something.

Which only came out as a yawn. His eyelids started drooping as he struggled to not yawn again. Shaking his head to seemingly stay awake. Something that seemed to take great effort. After a few seconds, he literally dropped on the floor near her feet. Making her grin as Raze clapped his hands. Congratulating her as she turned to him. Kimiko felt proud as he said,”Good job, Pet. You exceeded my expectations. I’m so proud of you.”

Her heart felt like it was going to explode inside her chest as he hugged her. This was the first time he had told her this. That he was proud of her. All she had ever heard from him was how disappointed he was in her. It felt good being told that she was doing well. She hugged him back, not noticing two of his men had came into the room. They quickly had him restrained before taking him out of the room. Raze nodded to them and mouthed something that Kimiko didn’t see. After a few more seconds of the hug, he pulled away. Looking her in the eye as he stated,”I don’t know about you, Pet. But I am starving. I think we should order some pizzas.”

“Celebrate how well you’ve done today.”,he added. Which she agreed to with a big grin. Not caring that the weird man was gone. Ignoring the sudden worry she had about the man. And trying to not wonder what Raze was going to do to him. All that mattered was her big brother was proud and they were going to do what she wanted tomorrow. She did the thing he wanted her to do. So that was okay, right?

Right?

@asmilelikegenocide

@spiffythespook

#long post/#Ooc is Ooc #Out of Piercings #Raze Darkholme #Kimiko Masuda #Bullseye

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kenshi-vakarian7 · 5 years

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MERweek2019 - Day 3 - A Friend in Need

Event hosted by @cactuarkitty with fanfic prompts by @vorchagirl

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My other fics for MERweek;

Day 1 - Tall Tales - “The Shifty-Looking Cow Incident” (Wrex & Garrus friendship)

Day 2 - A Night on the Town - “An Evening at the Casino” (MaleShep/Tali)

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Today’s Prompt - You can take this prompt where you want to. A genuine plea for help on the battlefield, a moment of kindness in which one person realizes how much they love the other. Go nuts.

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“Only Now”

Throughout his military career, Commander Ty Shepard heard things no average human should hear; the wet, crunching sound of a bone being crushed under a heavy weight, the choked gasp of someone's dying breath (worse when blood was involved), the sickening sizzle of skin being charred under intense... among others. The sounds were always horrible, but as an active soldier, one got used to it overtime. It wasn't a good thing, but it was one way for Shepard to cope to the point where nothing got under his skin anymore...

Not until the moment a Cerberus AI smashed Major Kaidan Alenko's head against the side of a burning shuttle... twice.

That sound of armor smashing against steel was more deafening to Shepard than the anguished cries of the survivors of Mindoir the morning after their colony was raided by batarians slavers. A teenager at that time, he found himself protecting the young children of his closest neighbors and managed to keep them all quiet hidden in a barn. Because of that, he was spared from watching his parents and siblings being cut down violently by the raiders in other parts of the colony. He was also spared from witnessing his first love’s face being blown off by a shotgun. Seeing all of them in the aftermath didn't help, but at least Shepard wasn't forced to watch his family and boyfriend die horrifically with his own eyes. It was of his few comforts during those dark days.

Watching Kaidan struggle against the AI's grip, then watching his head get crushed against the side of the shuttle (not once but twice) before he went limp, Shepard felt his heart lurch in his throat, certain in that moment that he just watched Kaidan die right in front of his eyes.

And that noise... it continued to rattle in Shepard's head even as he pulled the trigger on the AI with his pistol, not stopping until the bot fell into a heap on the platform they stood on. It was still there as he checked on Kaidan's unconscious form, desperately calling out his name in vain. It continued to haunt him as the Normandy flew away from Mars and while he got Kaidan to the med-bay. It gripped him like a vice while he briefed Hackett on their mission and chatted with Liara after about what was to come.

It was still there in his head when he checked up on Kaidan on their way to the Citadel.

The Reapers only landed on Earth three hours ago. People were dying by the millions. But the only thing Shepard could think about at this time was how close he came to losing Kaidan today.

Shepard always knew he cared about Kaidan ever since they started serving together on the Normandy SR-1, but he held himself back from revealing his feelings. It wasn’t because Shepard was afraid of opening his heart to him after the tragedy on Mindoir; Shepard was engaged to be married at one point early in his career and long after the raid. But after Torfan – and said engagement was broken off – it just seemed simpler to not get involved in a romantic relationship while he was still in the Alliance. Considering the rules on fraternization in the first place, it was for the best.

But somehow, Kaidan managed to slowly chip away at the barrier Shepard put up around himself. Not only did they fight side-by-side during their mission to hunt Saren, but they also took the time to get to know each other during downtime. They mourned and shared a drink together after losing Ashley, and they celebrated after Saren and Sovereign were taken down and the Citadel was saved.

Then, Shepard died after the Normandy was attacked. As he drew his final breath, the last person he thought about was Kaidan... and how he would never get the chance to tell him what was in his heart.

Two years and a hell of a wake-up call later, things changed, though Shepard wasn't sure if it was for better or for worse. His argument with Kaidan on Horizon was like being stabbed right in the chest and having the knife left in there to remind him of what he lost... and what could have been.

And until today, Shepard didn't think he would ever see Kaidan again. So he moved on, and kept his focus on his career as he always did.

When he saw Kaidan for the first time in months just moments before the Reapers hit, Shepard couldn't help but think that the Major looked more handsome than he remembered. He knew then that his still cared for Kaidan just as he did three years ago even with the mild tension that laid between them as they exchanged pleasantries.

Then, as the Reapers began to destroy Earth, they met up again on the Normandy SR2 and headed to Mars to retrieve the prothean date that could save the galaxy.

Initially, Shepard was annoyed with Kaidan still questioning him over his 'alliance' with Cerberus despite the Commander telling him over and over again that he was only using them to save the colonists in the Terminus system. It hurt when the Major somewhat compared him to one of the Cerberus soldiers they found... and who somewhat turned into a husk. To his credit, Kaidan did apologize after Shepard confronted him about it.

They did make attempts to smooth things over, but there was still a long talk that needed once there was some down time. Except now, Kaidan's was hanging on for his life. Who knew if they would have another chance to talk... about Horizon, about Cerberus... about unspoken feelings...

That last thought brought a heavy, aching pain deep with Shepard's chest, more so than he had anticipated. Why did I let so much time pass me by without ever telling Kaidan... how I...

Sitting by Kaidan's bed in the med-bay, Shepard felt the urge to take his hand in his, but held back. Instead, he shifted closer to the bed and rested his hand at the edge of the bed.

“Dammit, Kaidan,” Shepard murmured just enough so that the Major could hopefully hear him somehow. “You scared the hell out of me when...” The remaining words hitched in his throat and the Commander forced himself to take a deep breath. “Just... pull through, okay? And not just because of this damn war. But... there's so much to say... about... everything. Please, Kaidan... I don't think I can-”

Shepard's breath hitched once more before he let out a choked sob. Tears stung his eyes as he finally gave in and reached his hand to Kaidan's. His hold was just firm enough in the hopes that Kaidan can somehow feel his touch.

In that moment, Shepard knew that he didn't just care about Kaidan... he loved him. He loved him and he was kicking himself for not realizing it sooner. Of course, only now, did the realization smack him in the face while Kaidan was laid out on a medical bed and tethering between life and death.

Shepard gave Kaidan's hand a gentle squeeze. “Will be at the Citadel soon,” he promised. “And then you're going to get better. And when you do, you and I will talk. We'll talk about whatever you want and...”

Shepard took a shaky breath as another wave of emotion hit him, but he managed to keep them at bay. He reached his free hand to grasp the Major's shoulder. “Fight this, Kaidan. I don't think I can-” he stopped himself before he finished that sentence and quickly said, “That's an order, okay? Fight this. I know you can do it, Kaidan... please...”

And for a long while after, Shepard maintained a silent vigil at Kaidan's side.

#merweek #merweek2019 #kv7 ocs #mass effect #mshenko #ty shepard #kaidan alenko #fanfic

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holidaywishes · 6 years

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It Had To Be You VII

Chapter Seven: Can You Hold Me?

Summary: The hockey season is in full swing and so is the New Year. While you’re busy with schoolwork, Tyler’s busy with games and practices but you make sure to text each other as much as possible knowing you can’t see each other. But as the year gets more complicated and stressful, you pull away from pretty much everyone -- including Tyler and James.

Author’s Note: The year is 2016; Lemonade was released, Leonardo DiCaprio finally won an Oscar, Closer was on every Spotify list/radio station all the time, This is Us was making people cry every night, Hamilton had everyone buzzing and then the world started to fall apart. There were far too many celebrity deaths it seemed, Donald Trump decided to run for president and won the electoral vote and there were 133 shootings in the US only 164 days into the year. It was a rough one guys, so get ready for some angst and tears in this chapter (not necessarily from you as readers but from Y/N and everyone involved in the story.) Thank you everyone for reading this little series, it means so much to me and I hope you continue you to enjoy what comes out. I’m sorry this one is so late, I meant to get it out sooner but got busy with schoolwork and I’ll admit, it’s quite jumpy, but the next one will be better hopefully. ENJOY!

Warnings: none really? Angst, maybe some cursing, talk of violence, a lot of time jumps

Song Credit: Can’t Stop The Feeling -- Justin Timberlake, Closer -- The Chainsmokers & Halsey, Can You Hold Me -- NF & Britt Nicole

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“Me and Ali are done. For good this time.”

You couldn’t stop staring at Tyler’s last text to you. And yours to him. “Miss you.”

Yes, you were drunk. And yes, you missed him. But you couldn’t help but think that you sent that message and that’s why the two of them broke up.

‘No, shut up (Y/N), it was just a coincidence!’ you screamed to yourself, ‘I mean how conceited can you be?’

Of course it wasn’t about you. It had to have just been a coincidence. The two of them were always on the verge of a breakup anyway, it really was only a matter of time. You didn’t know how to respond to him though because to say you were relieved for the break up would be an understatement, but you knew telling him that was crass.

“Are you okay?” you finally typed

“I’m great! It’s a fresh start. Happy New Year by the way.”

“Ty...”

“Yeah?”

“You don’t have to pretend you know. You’re allowed to get emotional”

“I know, but I don’t have any regrets about the break up. What we had was fun, sometimes, but exhausting the majority of the time.”

“I’m here, you know, if you want to talk. Just a phone call away.”

“Thanks. I know. So am I.”

What was that supposed to mean? Did you tell him something else? Did you call him drunk?

“Happy New Year, Ty”

You were expecting something in return, some kind of response, but there was nothing. Suddenly, James popped his head up and groaned; he must have a worse hangover than you from the look on his face.

“When did we get back to the room?” He mumbled, holding his head and walking over to you.

“I was wondering that same thing…” you watched as he sat down next to you, resting his head on your shoulder, “when do you have to work next?”

“Luckily not until tomorrow. What do you want to do today?” He asked

“Hockey?” you answered with a smile and he sat back, a look of concern on his face

“You want to go play Hockey?”

“Not play, watch. The Winter Classic is on. Montreal and Boston. Should be good.”

“Hmmm, I didn’t really think you even liked Hockey that much, especially when it’s not the Dallas Stars…” he said a little childishly, earning a confused glare from you.

“They’re like the biggest rivalry in the league. And I know Chris will be watching. I wanna watch it. I didn’t know it was going to be such an issue.”

“No issue, I’m just surprised is all. Turn it on, I’m in for a chill day on the couch” he settled in

“It doesn’t start for a few hours. So… we could… go down to the bar, grab some food. Take some pictures… Be tourists for a little bit longer?” He shook his head and you just rolled your eyes. You settled into the couch with him and laid there, so comfortable you almost fell asleep but made yourself wake up to watch the game. You half-expected him to jump up when he heard the loud screams on the TV but he just laid against the back of the couch, passed out and snoring slightly which made you giggle.

The game was pretty intense and every bit as entertaining as you thought it would be. With a score of 5-1, Montreal beat the Bruins and you knew Chris was shouting with excitement.

“So, your boys won!” you texted

“Hell yeah they did!” was his only response before a string of emojis and gifs

“You texting Tyler?” James asked

“No..?” you responded, confused. And then you realized he was probably asking because Ty used to play for Boston -- something you had totally forgotten about until this very moment. You thought about texting him with a sarcastic the guys have fallen apart without you but decided against it. Since he hadn’t responded to you for a few hours, you didn’t see the point in texting him again, especially about this. So you left it.

“So, have you heard?” your sister, Lucy, asked and you looked up at her from the floor, where you were reading a magazine as she cleaned the apartment around you,

“I’m not sure…” you said tentatively, “what do you mean?”

“Trump” she said plainly, “he’s like actually a forerunner…”

“Ugh, don’t start,” you groaned, “I thought when he announced he was running, it was a big joke. I can’t believe it’s… like a real thing.”

“Well, at least we’re not American…” She added

“Yeah, well, it could have consequences for us too” you raised your eyebrows at your sister, who just sighed which you knew was her way of trying to move on from the subject. It was only a month into the year and there were already 11 shootings with 24 people dead and this whole election year was becoming a spectacle. Your spirits were low and all you really wanted was to talk to your friend.

“What’s wrong?” Your sister questioned, concern in her voice.

“I… Should I text Ty?” you quickly responded, expecting her to say of course not, let him text you… I’m sure he’s just busy instead you got

“I don’t care. Call him, text him or don’t. It doesn’t matter.” You were shocked and your face visibly showed it, jaw dropped, eyes practically popping out of the sockets.

“C’mon (Y/N), the two of you have gone weeks without talking before haven’t you?” She asked and you nodded, “and when you finally talked it’s like nothing had changed…”

“But it’s different now…” you trailed off at the end of your sentence

“Why? Because he’s finally single?” She pried, “he’s never actually single you know. He’s always got… someone.” You scoffed at her response but knew she was right. Tyler was never alone for long but the fact that he hadn’t talked to you in a month was what was different. Whether he was single or not.

“Plus, you’ve got James” She added

“I know, I just…” you faltered, “I don’t know. Things are tense with us right now. He’s working so much, it’s almost like we’re not even together.” Your sister gave you a sympathetic look but the two of you knew she couldn’t relate since she was in a new relationship and oh so in love. She was where you were at the beginning.

When you realized that talking to Tyler wasn’t actually what you wanted, you walked away from Lucy into the other room to call Diana.

“Heyy! Happy New Year!!” She greeted you from the other end of the phone

“I’m sorry that I haven’t called you in like… forever,” you could feel yourself start to cry and you weren’t entirely sure why, “I’ve been such a sucky friend”

“No, oh my gosh babe! Don’t cry, I can hear you crying” she pleaded, “you haven’t been a sucky friend. We’ve both been busy. I don’t know the last time I was in the same city as you, let alone close enough to have a meal with you.” It had been forever since you talked to Diana and she was your closest friend, the one who knew all your secrets and all the things that made you tick. The fact that you were so busy with your relationship and the complications with Tyler and his love life made it impossible for you to confide in Diana without stuttering but with the way the year was going, you needed your friend. You needed Diana.

“Can I see you? Reading week is next week and I need some Best Friend time..” you joked halfheartedly

“I would love nothing more. Should I meet you or do you want to meet me?” She questioned, basically asking if you wanted her to come to Calgary or if you wanted to head down to San Antonio.

“Hmm, meet me..” you paused, “James would love to see you too, but he’s out of town and I don’t really want to be in Texas right now.” She didn’t question that and you were so relieved. You weren’t even sure you would know where to start. When you finally met up with her, you felt like the world was lifted off your shoulders. She listened to your problems, you listened to hers, you laughed about everything and attached to each other’s hips as to never let the other escape. This was what you were craving, sister time, with the sister you didn’t have. You spent the week doing everything you could, never leaving each other’s side -- meaning you barely got any sleep -- trying desperately to enjoy the time you had with Diana. But when the time came for her to go back to Texas, you knew you had to let her go.

“I don’t want you to go…” you whined as you gave Diana a side hug, walking her to the cab waiting outside your house.

“I know, I wish I didn’t have to go either. BUT!” she interjected, “we will make this, US, a priority. More best friend time is definitely on the horizon.” You smiled widely and sent her off in the cab, watching it drive away and waving to Diana when she turned around to look at you. It was always sad leaving your friends but Diana was always the hardest to leave behind because there was no judgement with her; She knew all of your secrets and would keep any new ones locked in a sealed box. Never to be opened for any reason. Which is why you were so confused that you didn’t tell her what was going on between you and James, or that Tyler and Ali had split up and that you felt semi-responsible for it.

Why didn’t I just tell her? You thought to yourself. She would’ve comforted you about James and told you that Tyler and Ali aren’t your problem and to just focus on your own relationship. So, not telling her about this stuff felt like a betrayal. Two minutes later, when she couldn’t have been more than 10 blocks from you, Diana sent you a text.

“I know about Ty and Ali by the way… I just didn’t want to push you.”

“How did you find out?”

“The internet knows all… What I don’t know is why you didn’t tell me?”

“Honestly babe, I have no idea. My head’s been so twisted since New Year’s Eve. James and I have spent so little time together, that I’m beginning to forget what his face looks like lol”

“And Tyler fits into this how?”

“I guess I keep thinking back to that summer at the cottage… That was so fun and carefree.”

“Not buying it. Did something happen out there?”

You stared at your phone screen for a few seconds before saying anything, trying to breach the answer carefully.

“Not technically but there may have been a.. moment…”

“A moment? Meaning you looked longingly into each other’s eyes and fell deeply in love?” That kind of moment?”

When you didn’t respond right away, she went into a frenzy of gifs and emojis.

“😮😮😮😮😮😮😮😮😮”

“D”

“Diana!”

“I mean don’t get me wrong. I’ve shipped you two from the beginning”

“But what about James?”

“Okay enough GIFs please. Look yes, there may have been a moment at the cottage but it ended quicker than it began. We finished the week together, without any moments, and I met up with James in Montreal. But when I found out he and Ali split.. I was kind of happy?”

“Okay no more GIFs, except one.”

“Sorry had to. It fit. Look, I get it. She wasn’t good for him. He wasn’t good for her. The relationship sucked. And moments happen. Relationship or not. So, I’m glad you had one, but I’m also proud of you for not acting on it.”

“Thanks Mom…”

“You’re welcome boo 😉”

“Please don’t make this ‘moment’ thing into a big deal… Because it’s not.”

“Okay, sure. No worries. I just thought I’d get it out and let you know I knew. Because I know you and I know it would’ve eaten you up inside if you never told me…”

Tyler’s P.O.V.

It had been two months since you talked to (Y/N), since you told her that you and Ali were over, and you were confused when there was no sign of her. No texts, no calls, no DMs, nothing. It was like she was a ghost, or just ghosting you. You managed to keep yourself busy so you didn’t have to think about her.

Every second not spent with the dogs, at practice or at a game was spent with the team outside of the rink. It was easier on the road, because the guys were all stuck together, but when you got home you were faced with how quiet your house was and you would jump back in your jeep and head to the rink. You hadn’t actually realized what was going on in the news recently because you were keeping yourself so busy until you finally got a text from (Y/N).

“OH MY GOD, PLEASE TELL ME YOU’RE NOT IN TEXAS!”

“Montreal”

“Thank god”

“What’s going on?”

“Have you not been watching the news?”

“Are you talking about Trump?”

“What? No, Ty, there was a shooting today. In Houston.”

“Oh, well I wouldn’t have been in Houston anyway…”

“Seriously? That’s all you’re going to say? Just like that? Like it doesn’t even matter that people died?!”

“(Y/N), I didn’t mean it like that. Of course it’s terrible. All I meant is, I’m fine and I would’ve been fine even if I were in Texas because I would’ve been in Dallas not Houston.”

“Sorry for worrying about you”

“I don’t appreciate you being this sarcastic after not speaking to me for two months”

“ME?! NOT SPEAKING TO YOU?!”

“Yes.”

“ARE YOU KIDDING ME?”

“No…”

“OH MY FUCKING GOD TYLER!”

“What?”

“YOU WERE THE ONE WHO STOPPED RESPONDING TO MY TEXTS! WHO NEVER CALLED ME!! WHO NEVER MESSAGED ME!! MY GOD!!”

“Calm down..”

“HERE I AM, WORRYING ABOUT YOU BEING IN THE MIDDLE OF A GUN FILLED, MASSACRE INFESTED AMERICA AND YOU’RE ALL ‘YOU HAVEN’T TALKED TO ME IN TWO MONTHS…’ REALLY?!”

“(Y/N)...”

“MY GOD, HOW COULD I BE SO THOUGHTFUL TO MAKE SURE ONE OF MY BEST FRIENDS IS SAFE IN THE STATE THAT HE LIVES IN. I’M SO FUCKING SORRY!!!”

“HOLY SHIT RELAX!!!!”

“DON’T FUCKING SWEAR AT ME”

“STOP!”

You took a breath before sending your next message, waiting to see if she’d start up again.

“I’m sorry. We’ve both been busy that we kind of fell out of touch over the last two months. Of course I didn’t mean it was just you. I just… didn’t expect that from you. Thank you for worrying about me. I didn’t mean to brush it off like it didn’t matter. It does. I was just a little.. shocked... that that was the first thing I heard from you after all this time”

You watched as the speech bubble popped up and disappeared about five times. Nervously awaiting her response.

“I’m sorry.”

That was all she wrote. But it was all you needed. You wanted to break the tension but weren’t sure how, so you were happy when she did first.

“So, what’s with all the losses lately?”

“Bad streak”

“Mind somewhere else?”

“Apparently”

“I don’t play basketball…”

“😉 haha very funny, read the words dummy.”

“Gotcha 😉”

“Well it’s been good catching up… for the most part haha. But I gotta go, school stuff.”

“Talk to you later?”

“Expect too many text messages too close together”

“That’s the (Y/N) I know lol”

“BYEEEE!”

You finally had her back in your life and you finally felt relaxed. Like you had a second to breathe for the first time in months. And you were determined not to let her go this time.

After finally talking to Tyler, you were finally able to feel like your life was getting back to a point where you felt like yourself. You and James were in a good place, -- your sister constantly said that the two of you made her sick, which meant that you were doing something right -- Chris’ new wife was actually becoming a really close friend of yours, you were making an effort to see your friends and vice versa. The summer was going incredibly smooth and stress-free. Until the day when everything changed.

“I got. That. Sunshine in my pocket, got that good soul in my feet” you danced around your apartment to the upbeat song, singing loudly and occasionally popping your head out the window and singing to your neighbours, who gave you unapologetically rude looks. Your neighbours knew you were like this when you were in a good mood, so it stunned you when they glared at you the way they were. You stopped what you were doing to ask them what their problem was but before you could, Kayla was running through your door. Tears streaming down her face.

“Kayla?” you said softly

“(Y/N)...” she whimpered

“What’s wrong?” you could feel the look of worry on your face, a million things running through your mind

“There was a shooting… in Florida” tears streamed down her face and she fell to the ground

“Florida? Wait.. wasn’t..” suddenly it hit you, “Ethan?”

“We haven’t heard any news,” her boyfriend, Marcus, said as he consoled Kayla, “but it was bad (Y/N). They’re saying like the worst mass shooting yet”

“Oh my god… this, I mean… this can’t be…” you couldn’t get yourself to get a sentence out once you began sobbing, falling to the ground next to Kayla, “what is happening to the world?”

“It’s not like the world was a good place to begin with,” Marcus interjected, “bad shit has been happening since… forever…”

“But this year…” you wiped your nose as tears rolled down your cheeks, “I mean it feels like every other day there’s been a shooting.”

“133” Kayla finally spoke up, her breathing harsh, “they’ve counted 133 shootings with this one.”

You didn’t know what to do. You couldn’t sit still or you’d keep crying but you didn’t know what to do. Or say. You just knew you had to get a hold of Ethan. And Chris. And Lucy. And Diana. And Tyler. And Candace. And Cassidy. And James. You sent a frenzy of texts to everyone you knew, whether they were near or far from Orlando, whether they knew people there or not. You needed to make sure they were okay. And find out if they knew anything. One by one, people kept getting back to you, telling you they were okay and they’d let you know if they heard anything from or about Ethan, but there was still nothing from him so you panicked. Quickly hopping up and running around your apartment, cleaning to distract yourself. When you reached your kitchen, you stared at your fridge and your cabinets trying to decide what, if anything, to make. Settling just on cheese and crackers, placing them on a plate and bringing them to the other room, but the air was too heavy to think about food. You wandered over to shut the music off because you didn’t need that playing right now, just then James walked through the door and you ran to him, practically assaulting him with a hug.

“Whoa… what happened here?” he said looking around the apartment.

“We just heard about what happened in Orlando last night, but we haven’t heard from Ethan and he was there…” the words fell out of your mouth without you even thinking about them

“Calm down, babe, shhh…” he said, wrapping you in a hug, before you pulled away.

“Wait, what are you doing here?” you asked, “You told me you were going to be in Toronto the rest of the week…”

“Uhh, I was supposed to be, but I got done earlier than I thought I would, so I came home” he faltered for a second but you were too invested in Ethan to fight with him about it. James looked nervously around for a second before saying that he was sure Ethan was okay, earning a loud sigh from Kayla.

“You don’t know that…” she said as she stood up, “you don’t know anything, I don’t even think you care!”

“Kayla!” you yelled after her as she ran out of the apartment

“Don’t worry, I’ve got her,” Marcus said, his eyes darted between you and James, “you just deal with this.” You could feel James’ shocked expression but stopped him before he could say anything

“Don’t.. say anything. Not now, James” you said defeated. He nodded his head, walking over to the door to close it, then turned around to sit with you on the couch; watching you play with your phone nervously.

“Babe, I --” he was interrupted by the sudden chiming of your phone and you quickly answering it

“Hello!?” you said in anticipation

“(Y/N)?” a voice asked

“Yes, that’s me” you were agitated that this woman wasn’t getting right to the point

“My name is Margaret, I was asked to call you on behalf of Ethan Anderson” she began and, when she heard the hitch in your voice, she realized how terrifying this call seemed, “he’s okay, love. I apologize, I didn’t mean to frighten you”

“Oh thank god!” you let out a sigh of relief and a fountain of tears

“He’s just in Orlando General Hospital right now but he asked me to call because he didn’t have access to his phone. Yours was the only number he remembered by heart” she said sympathetically

“Can I see him? Is he being released?” you asked, the tears continuing to fall but you managed to steady your voice, “what’s happening?”

“He’ll only have to be here for about a week, you’re welcome to see him but he told me you live in Alberta, so you might not make it down” she answered softly

“I do, but I can be there for him whenever he needs me. Whether it’s the day he gets out or tomorrow. I can make it work” you said enthusiastically

“That’s wonderful (Y/N) but if I could..” she started, “I might just suggest you wait. He’ll be home before you know it and I wouldn’t want you wasting a trip.”

“It wouldn’t--”

“Let me just interrupt to clarify myself. Ethan is going to be just fine and he’ll be out of the hospital and on a plane by the end of the week. I wouldn’t risk coming down here right now with everything that’s happened” she stated plainly and you were silent while she finished explaining how chaotic everything would be and how you and Ethan would benefit if you waited until he was home to visit him.

“Okay. No, I understand. Yes, thank you Margaret. Thank you for letting me know he’s okay” you said and she hung up after saying goodbye. You hadn’t realized you were pacing all over the entire apartment until you were standing in front of the dining room table once you hung up the phone. You grabbed the back of the chair in front of you and exhaled as you let your head fall. He was okay, he was okay. Thank god he was okay. You jumped slightly when James came up from behind you and rubbed your back.

“Sorry, didn’t mean to scare you,” he said, “everything okay?”

“Yes! Good news finally, Ethan is okay, he’s in the hospital but he’ll be out and home in a week” you answered gleefully. James smiled and pulled you in for a hug. For a second, you let yourself melt into him, missing this feeling, but there was a smell on his sweater that you didn’t recognize and something about the way he was acting that made you pull away.

“Why are you really home early?” you quizzed

“I told you, the trip was shorter than I thought it would be” he countered

“So the perfume I’m smelling is something cheap you bought at the airport? To what? Cover up the bourbon you’ve been drinking?” you snapped

“(Y/N), what’s gotten into you? There’s no perfume, I haven’t been drinking. I don’t know what you’re smelling..” he asked, raising his eyebrow and shaking his head. “I’m sorry babe, but I think you’re just tired.”

You should’ve realized then that something was wrong. That the relationship was falling apart. That he was lying to you. That you weren’t going to last. But you couldn’t help but think that, right here right now, he was right and you were just exhausted from crying and cleaning and worrying about Ethan. So, you let him win. When you probably shouldn’t have.

“You. Look as good as the day I met you, I forget just why I left you, I was insane” You danced with your friends for the first time in months, to celebrate love and life and to say goodbye to the summer. Jumping around and singing “baby pull me closer in the backseat of your rover” at the top of your lungs. It made your heart so happy to see everyone again, but no one so much as Ethan. The smile on his face so big, it almost stretched off his face; you hadn’t realized how much he needed this until he dragged you all outside to tell you how grateful he was for you.

“After what happened, I didn’t think I’d ever get out to another club again. Never go dancing. I thought I’d just stop living my life. But you all have made everything so effortless for me to jump right back into life and I will never stop loving you for that” there was no better response than a group hug and one you were determined to give before he burst into tears.

“We love you, Whethan!” Diana, Kayla and you all yelled in unison before heading back inside, earning an embarrassed “never call me that again” from Ethan. The night continued with no more tears, just drinks and dancing. And a text from Tyler. Followed by a voicemail from Candace. You checked the text first since you didn’t have to find somewhere quiet for it.

“So, November 9th. You, me, Jamie, Katie, Candace, dinner at the Tower?”

“What?”

“I’ve got a game in Calgary on November 9th and I thought it would be nice to have a ‘catch up dinner’”

“Like a dinner to catch up? haha”

“Exactly. When I said this to Jamie, he reacted like a child. Emphasizing ‘catch up dinner’ about five times before finally saying ‘Ketchup dinner’ as if I was supposed to find it hilarious”

“Oh Jamie. Of course, see now I need to see him just to chirp him for that. You got me.”

“You’re in?”

“I’m in. but I gotta go, partying. Getting too drunk to drive”

“Don’t drink and drive”

“I don’t drive to start with, so no worries!”

You assumed the voicemail from Candace was about the dinner so you didn’t text her or check it, opting instead to continue your night. You woke up the next morning to a slew of unanswered calls and voicemails from Candace. You read some of the texts she sent but they were kind of gibberish so you turned to the voicemails instead.

“Am I a terrible girlfriend? I didn’t think I was but stupid Richie seems to think I’m not ‘flexible’ enough. What does that even mean?”

You shook your head but went on to the next message.

“I’m excited to see you in November but don’t expect Richie to be there. Not that you would. But he’s a fucking dick and we’re done.”

It was finally making sense. The rest of the messages were variations of this and you could tell she was a little drunk or else she would’ve just sent a really long voicemail instead of calling you 10 times to say the exact same thing. Apparently, Richie -- her boyfriend of almost two years -- cheated on her and she found out that night when they were celebrating his friends promotion at work.

“I know her, (Y/N), I think that’s what makes it worse! UGHHHHHHHHH”

There was one message in between that sounded like a pocket dial because it was all fuzzy and muffled so you went to the last one and your heart practically jumped out of your chest -- you had no idea how to respond to it.

“He’s in love with you you know. Tyler not Richie. My brother is so smitten with you that he texted me to ask me to go to this dinner at the Calgary Tower so you didn’t think it was a double date with Jamie and Katie. I could see how worried he was that you’d think that, I just couldn’t say no. I’ve never really seen the boy in love I don’t think. But I know what love looks like. Because I’ve been there. It sucks. You know that. You’re in love with James. But Tyler’s in love with you. Just thought you should know. I have to go kill Richie now.”

What the fuck were you supposed to do with that?

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