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fakesimp · 2 months

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Bartender Romance, With Shu Yamino

Warning !

Fluff ; Bartender! Shu ; Mentions of Alcohol ; a very slow ? Slow burn

A/n !

It's been so long since the last I wrote a proper fic omg. It's been 2 months, so much is happening in NijiEn, and there' so much happening on my side of life too.. 😮‍💨

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Heavy, Frustration, Fatigue.

Praying to God to end this hell hole you're going through, the week had gone rough on you. Endless work pouring down on you, one after another. You finished one, a new one came in.

Truly, almost no break at all, and now, you're finally free from that hell, though only temporarily. You know very well the moment the weekend ends, you're going to go through hell once more.

You walked and walked, realizing your foot had took you to, seemingly like a bar or some sort. You wandered inside, not expecting much from the place.

And how wrong you are the moment you entered, you're greeted with a cozy place, accompanied with a jazzy music at the back. There's not much of a crowd, but there is some people chattering in a comfortable whisper. Not too loud, but also not too silent.

"Welcome—!" A Soft honeyed voice echoed throughout the place, there are some others glancing towards your way for one second before continuing what they're doing. You look over at the owner of the voice, a male standing behind the bar. Mixing up some drink for somebody, with a unique combination hair color, Raven, Yellow, bits of pink and purple. His Hair is pretty short.

A fine looking bartender.

He smiled towards you, as if you're enchanted, you approached the bar and sat down across him. "Rough week?" He started off and poured the mixed drink into a glass, and pushed them off to the person who ordered. You glanced towards the person, he had a beautiful light blonde, with mix of purplish color by the tips. The Stranger's purple green eyes twinkled as you two made eye contact, he smiled slightly before looking away. And with that you also looked away.

The first thing you see the moment you look away is the bartender wiping up some glass, and looking at you. Seemingly to wait for you to at least, order something. "Would you like to get some drink?" He offered, "Alcohol? Or non alcohol?" He waited.

You thought quite deeply, "Non Alcohol please, Anything that have no alcohol in them. Not in the mood to be drunk at the moment." You said, he chuckled softly, "Okay, I got you." He said and then started grabbing ingredients, and start making a drink for you.

As you waited, your eyes wandered to the Bartender's hand. Silently examining them, watching them move from one thing to another. After awhile, you didn't realize he had finished making a drink for you. He placed the drink in front of you, pushing the glass slowly towards you. He tilted his head and chuckled softly, "You seemed distracted, Does my hands seemed much more interesting than me ?" He asked in a whisper while starting to clean up the things he used to make your drink.

"...N, No...?" You answered, rather, hesitantly also, confused. The bartender chuckled softly, and not long after you arrived, the place started to get crowded, much to your dismay. You stayed on your seat, fiddling with your drink. The bartender you talked with had gone to mix other customers' orders, and there is another bartender came into their shift. Helping the previous bartender, the second bartender seemed much more, talkative. Bringing out a golden retriever energy around him, not to mention his blonde hair.

The two bartenders spoke with each other, you don't know what they're discussing, and all you heard is '700 something'. The crowd truly started to make quite amount of noises, you noticed the blonde bartender seemed to tease the Raven bartender. Making the Raven have pink tints on his cheeks, he then regained his composure again before somehow glancing towards your way.

You blinked, thinking maybe it's just your imagination because it happened only in a matter of seconds. And unfortunately, your drink have come to an end. You slip your money under the glass and decided to take your leave, feeling somebody staring at your figure behind you as you leave the place.

. . .

You don't remember how long has it been since the last you came to that, bar. Oh, it's only been a week. This week doesn't seem as rough as last week, you came to visit the bar with not much weight in mind and not much fatigue.

As soon as you entered, you're greeted by the same previous bartender, "Welcome— Oh it's you!—" He seemed to remember you despite this is your second time, not to mention the crowd last week. The chances for him to remember you is, low, no—?

You approached the bar and took the same seat, he smiled at you, "Same drink?" "Yeah, thanks" He then started making the previous drink he made for you. After awhile, he pushed the glass towards you. "Drink is ready to for you" he said, and not long after that the crowd start to come in.

He once again doing other's orders, and the second bartender came in. Cannot miss this blonde bartender, especially with his Golden retriever vibes around him. How can you miss this gigantic guy?

You noticed that the Raven bartender seemed to be much more on your side than the other, and as soon as you pointed it out, the Raven asked—

"So, How was your week? Rough like before?" He started off, "No, not really, at least it's not as rough as last week." You sighed. "At least it's much better than last week, no?" He chuckled softly, and you noticed that the Raven bartender seemed to slip up some time to talk with you. You appreciate his effort though, the way he smoothly slide to talk with you.

Truly made you skipped a beat, no—?

. . .

You don't know how long this had been going on but you somehow got yourself returning to the bar again and again at the weekends, just to see the Raven bartender's unique V shaped smile, and voice whenever he greets you and talked to you for a bit.

Truly missed that voice of his for the whole week before weekends arrive. And you unconsciously, worked harder just so you can always finish early and at the weekends you can enjoy more of your time at the bar.

You believed it has been going on for at least 2 months now, almost every weekend you always visit the bar to have a drink. You visit the bar at least once or twice at the weekends before you have a time for yourself at home, being in the bar itself slowly brings you comfort. The crowd no longer felt overwhelming, the crowd felt decent, the noise is no longer making you feel cramped.

But this month, seems so, packed than usual, you didn't have the time to go visit the bar, and without you realizing it goes on for at least 3 months without you visiting the bar. You had been busy with your work, catching up with deadlines and things. You did take breaks in between, making sure you're not getting overwhelmed with the amount of tasks that you need to do.

And then it went to 4 months. You finally finished your work, and can finally have a long break. You can finally have time for yourself to relax, you look over at the time, its 6 pm. You sighed softly, stretching your arms out before packing up your things and visit the place you haven't visit for awhile.

You wondered if the Raven bartender is still working there, does he still remember you? It's been 4 months after all. You didn't expect much, but it does leave a bit of disappointment for not being able to see the Raven bartender.

Or so you thought—

"Hello, Welcome—... Oh, Welcome back—!" The Raven bartender greeted you behind the bar like usual, mixing up a drink for a customer. You stood still for a moment before smiling at him, "It's been awhile" You said and noticed amongst all chairs thats occupied on the bar, there's one seat opened. As if it was waiting for someone— or you— specifically, to sit on them. You approached the chair and sat down.

"Give me a moment to mix up your drink" He said, you haven't even ordered anything, but it seems like he's reading your mind. You sat there, waiting and watch him move around the bar, making drinks for others and then finally you see a familiar drink he made for you 4 months ago. "Here you go, the usual." He said and wiped his hands, smiling at you.

He cleaned up the things he used and he strike up a conversation, "It's been awhile since the last time I saw you" He started off as he wipe some wet glass. "Yeah.. work had been piling up the past few months" you sighed as you took a sip of the drink he made, "I see, then, how was your days?"

You started talking a lot, telling him what you had been through, if only you noticed how he went as far as telling you to halt for a bit as he made a drink for another customer and when he's done he's talking with you again, though with a little apology for stopping you. But he listened to all of your rants, stories, almost everything. And without you realizing the second bartender, had arrived mostly taking care of other customers at the other side, while the Raven takes care of the costumers on your side. After yapping for who knows how long, you two bid goodbyes.

It was really nice talking with him.

. . .

Another new week arrives, and a new pile of work arrives too. And so you did your best to finish them early, you then decided to do your previous routine on going to the bar once or twice a week. It goes on longer than the last time, without you realizing you had been going to the bar for a year.

Everything seems to move fast without you realizing, so many things happened within the year. Both bad and good, you're just happy you could spend the year without stressing everyday.

And it's mostly thanks to The Raven Bartender.

. . .

New year had passed, it's weekends, you decided to do the usual routine, visiting the bar.

Upon arriving at the bar you are greeted by the Raven bartender, that you have yet to know his name. But you didn't bother asking because just him, maybe one day, you'll eventually get to know him more than just a bartender.

You sat down at your usual seat, that's always open for you no matter how crowded it is. And as soon as you sit down, a drink is served right before you. As if it was already been waiting for it's time to shine, "Y, You—? Made it before I came here?" You asked, the Raven just chuckled softly. "You never seem to order anything else, and you often visit us at Saturdays, so, I decided to take initiative to make it before you arrive." He added and glanced down at the drink that's now in your hands, "...You didn't need to go that far you know" The male only chuckled.

You two talked for a good time, despite the halt in between, you always enjoy his company. Your eyes unconsciously stick onto his figure, wherever he goes your eyes followed. Whenever your drink is out, he will ask if you want for another. You really favor this drink he made, so sometimes you'll take another drink.

Worse scenario is you take another drink is because you just want to see him work, but we'll talk about that another day.

And then, the Raven bartender slid to your side after making a drink for another costumer, "Hey, can I ask you something?" He started, making you confused but also curious. "Yeah, sure, I don't mind. What is it?"

"...What's, your name?" He finally asked, and you were taken aback at his question, you point at yourself upon his question, he let out a hearty laugh at your reaction, "Yeah, you, what's your name?" He asked once again. "... [ ]" You told him your name, his eyes soften as he repeated your name in a whisper.

Making you feel things when he did so, he chuckled softly upon finally, after a year. To know your name. You just smiled at him, you then started packing up your things before taking up your leave. But when you're about to get up—

"Here," He then slip up a small paper towards you. "I, I hope we can hangout sometimes—" You glanced down at the small paper, you picked it up staring at it confusedly before turning the paper to see numbers— oh wait, it's a phone number.

It's his phone number—! Then below his number there's..

'Shu Yamino'

you look back up to see the Raven bartender, you believed his name is, Shu, had already left to serve other customers, he glanced at you, smiling sheepishly for one moment before looking away.

You felt something inside your stomach, you felt your chest tighten up too. You slip the small paper into your bag before you walk up to the door, glancing to his way before leaving the bar.

. . .

As soon as you got home, you added his number. You sent a hello, though of course it won't be immediately responded because when you left, the Raven bartender is still working. So you left your phone on the table next to your bed, you got yourself cleaned up before you head off to sleep.

In the morning, you opened your phone to check the time, and right below the time you see a notification from Shu.

'Shu Yamino' 5 hours ago

'Hey, sorry I just replied, I just got off from work, haha'

You look at the time once again, it's 7 am. The message was sent 5 hours ago from Shu— and he said he just got off from work??? You, with your heavy, sleepy eyes replied.

'You' just now

'You just got off work at 3 am???'

Not long after you sent the message, you got a reply from the Raven bartender. Telling you that he indeed just got off work at 3 am, his shift must be night shift. That means he's going to sleep soon, you message the Raven bartender and asked when is he going to sleep, it took him a good minute to reply.

'Shu Yamino' Just now

'I am just about to'

You spat an apology towards him and wished him for a good sleep, he said it's okay and eventually he went off to go to sleep.

Seems like you two will now no longer just a Bartender and a Costumer, you two are now friends, right?—

That name, and number exchange. Is a new beginning to your actual friendship, after a year of not knowing each other's name. You two finally knew about the simplest thing about each other, that is your names.

Ever since the exchange, you two started talking way much more via text, and calls too sometimes. New things you learn about him is that, he sometimes play games when he's not on his shift. That's one thing for sure, who would've thought a bartender is also a gamer.

Day by day, you learn new things about him.

Until one day, you two finally had the perfect time to do an actual face to face hangout, other than meeting up by the bar at the weekends. You two finally decided to hangout by the mall, and you saw him outside his bartender suit for the first time.

Just him in a casual clothing, "Hey, we finally got the time to hangout now huh?" He stated, making you chuckle. "Yeah, after how many attempts?.." you tried to recall how many attempts you two tried to hangout and then you two started walking around the mall, talking and chattering. And eventually stopping by at a restaurant before starting heading to the arcade.

After eating you two headed to the arcade, playing so many types of games in there with him, but most of your time with him is playing multiplayer shooting game. And heaven's, he is carrying you in game. Having much more kill than you, you two had fun though.

Eventually the day had come to an end, Shu decided to give you a company when you're on your way back home. "You don't need to trouble yourself this far you know," You stated and glance at him, "It's fine, I rather see you get home safely." He replied, letting out a chuckle.

You two walked in silence, not awkward but comfortable one somehow. You don't know why, the silence is comforting. All you could hear is just each other's footsteps, you don't know why but it felt so long to get home when walking with him.

The moment you arrive at your humble abode, you turned to see him standing near you, smiling with that identic smile of his. "Go in, I'll leave when you went inside" he suggested, you nod and did exactly what he said.

After you went inside, you peek through the window, and you two made eye contact for one moment, he then chuckled before waving at you and walked away. You felt something, weird. As you see his figure retreating by the distance, he looks. Lonely.

You shook your head, you're exaggerating.

Right?—...

. . .

Days turned to weeks, weeks turned to months, your friendship with the bartender had changed in so many ways, you've learned so much about him, one is from the second blonde bartender is actually his friend, and almost half of the crowd at the bar is actually his colleagues, truly surprises you.

You even got a chance to meet with them outside that bar, becoming friends with them too. They're such a sweethearts, who would've thought the day you're stressing out and by chance your foot just decide to take you to the bar.

If your foot didn't do that, you wouldn't even be in this position. To be friends with a bartender, some of his friends even teased you and Shu for being together a lot. Poor male got flustered by it.

. . .

Today is weekend, and you decided to visit the bar like usual, entering the bar, greeted by Shu himself, and then some of his friends that's already in the bar. Nodding their head towards you as a hello, some also smiled at you as a greeting.

You sat on the same spot, and your drink is immediately served right in front of you. "Thanks" You thanked the Raven bartender and he smiled back at you, not long after that the second bartender entered. The sunshine he is, he brushed pass you and had his hand on your shoulder for one moment as a greeting before he walks into the staff room.

After awhile, after serving a lot of customers, Shu had a short break, and he approached you. "So," he started off and chuckled softly, "I believe you're enjoying yourself at the bar now, or am I wrong?" You shook your head, "I enjoy my time here, all the time." You added and chuckled. "Good to know.." he said, there was a long silence before he decided to ask something—

"Hey, do you think.." He stopped half sentence and glanced at the glass he's holding, he stopped wiping them for a moment. "... Do you think, I, .. uhm, had a chance?" You tilt your head confused, "A chance in what?"

It took him a good minute before he spat out the next sentence, and it definitely made your heart skipped a beat—

"..To be—" He stopped for one second, taking a deep breath before he continued— "With you, like— You know, more. Than, we are now..?"

Goodness, it felt like the time had stopped, you stared at Shu, and he slowly rise his head up and look at you in the eyes. He soon looked away, seeing how flushed he is clearly that he wants more than a friendship level with you.

"... You, want to take the friendship to, another level ?" You hesitantly asked, making the male even more flustered than before. He even closed his eyes and took a deep breath to talk! Truly embarrassing himself in working hours now did he..

"... Y, Yeah— Like dating— But, it's fine if—"

"Okay, Let's go on a date tomorrow then."

"I—"

You had made the Raven bartender gone speechless, he opened his mouth slightly before closing them again, he looked averted his eyes, he got one of his hand at the back of his neck, sheepishly looking away from you.

"Then, I'll be, .. Looking forward for our first date tomorrow.." He whispered, totally can't miss that pink hues on his ears, neck and cheeks. Such a cutie.

"Me too, ... You're so cute." You swore you heard a small whine coming out from the Bartender's lips, "Okay... I'll, text you when I'm on my way to, pick you up tomorrow.." he said.

"But we don't even know where we're going—"

"I know a place, don't worry.. I believe both you and me will have memorable and lovely time there.."

You stared at him, and he does too. He smiled softly at you, you noticed there's a loving glint in his purple eyes.

Another new beginning of your relationship, at the same place where you met him the first time. This bar, really changes your life, huh?

You silently thanking fate for letting you two met. Even though it had a rough start, but in the end, everything worked out.

You smiled to yourself and the thought of your first date tomorrow, you wonder how it'll go..

But no matter, where or what it is, you know very well you'll definitely have fun with Shu. That was just a stranger, then a friend, and now,

Your boyfriend.

©fakesimp ; 2024

A/n !

Oh christ, that took longer than anticipated omg.. But I do hope y'all liked it 🥹, I'm sorry if I disappoint y'all with the ending.. ueueu

#nijisanji en x reader #nijisanji en #nijisanji x reader #nijisanji #luxiem x reader #luxiem #shu yamino x reader #shu yamino #➴ fakesimp writing for you #fakesimp writing

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phantom-dc · 10 months

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Jason is 9 years old.

Today was his favorite day of the year. Even better than his birthday. He managed to find a bedsheet that was white and (sort of) clean, and had painted 2 black circles on it. He wasn’t going to cut holes in a perfectly good bedsheet. Who knows when he’d find another one? In Crime Alley lucky finds like these were rare. He got up, put the sheet in his backpack and left for Burnley. It was close, and yet the place wasn’t as crime infested as its surroundings. The rich guys there had the cops in their pockets, so they patrolled extra there. But that just made it perfect for today.

Halloween.

The day he could get candy for free.

When Jason got to Burnley, he already saw several other kids going around with their parents. He didn’t want to admit it, but it stung. He wanted to go with his mom too, but Catherine had been too out of it, and he didn’t even know where his dad was. Prison, most likely. It didn’t matter. He put on his sheet. Dressed as a ghost he’d try to get as much candy as he could.

Suddenly he heard someone shout: SPOOK! The next thing he knew he was covered in a weird, green glowing goop. 2 people in weird suits pointed weapons on him. Jason tried to run, but the goop was slippery and he fell. Suddenly a boy stood in front of him. The boy scolded his parents, explaining that Jason wasn’t a ghost but a boy in a costume. Why did he have to explain that? It was Halloween! Of course he was wearing a costume! Ghosts don’t even exist! Jason took of the sheet. He was about to cry, it was ruined! How was he supposed to enjoy today at all? No one would give him anything without a costume! While a girl with red hair scolded the 2 adults that had attacked him, the boy held out his hand to help Jason up. He apologized for his parents. They are weird. Jason was about to go home, when the boy had an idea. His parents brought hazmat suits for him and Jazzy. If they wear that they can pretend to be ghostbusters together! They’ll get more candy if they wear a co-op costume. Jason thinks about it, and agrees. He has nothing to lose and everything to gain.

A few minutes later they are both dressed up, wearing weird suits and weirder weapons strapped to their belts. As they go around collecting candy Jason asks what’s up with his parents. He gets Halloween is awesome, but no one should be so into it that they’d try to hurt a kid. The boy sheepishly rubs his neck. His parents aren’t dressed up. They are really ghostbusters. He doesn’t like it. The other kids at school think it’s weird and bully him for it. This kid Dash locked him up in the school’s janitor closet once. It took 3 hours before someone found him. Jason advices him to punch the guy in the nose. The boy doesn’t think that’s a good idea. Jason advices then to finish it off with a kick in the groin.

After they have raided the district, Jason and the boy return to the van. Jazzy tells her brother to get in before their parents forget him and leave. He says goodbye to Jason and that he had great fun! Jason can keep the suit, maybe he can use it again next year? As the van drives off, Jason notices that the kid left his bag behind. Jason feels bad for him, but now he has twice as much candy! He promises to enjoy it twice as much, and takes it home. In the van Jazzy asks where Danny’s candy went. Danny says he gave it to his friend. He seemed hungry, and with dad driving he’d only throw it back up anyway.

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#danny phantom #danny fenton #dc x dp #dp x dc #red hood #jason todd #dead on main

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two-dolla-bills · 7 months

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Top 10 mechanisms songs that you can get away with playing at a retailers without too many side eyes

I got a job in retail and I felt inspired lol

Disclaimer: this is not a list of the best mechanisms songs/the ones I think deserve to go "mainstream", they're just the ones that would blend in the best

1. Sirens

This song is probably the mechanisms' least "centered" song. It doesn't mention any characters, it has no narration, and out of context it just sounds like A Song that you might hear on the radio. Sirens is to the mechanisms as you're the one that I want is to grease, you know?

2. Trial by song

THIS one. It's in the same category to me as Sirens; you can listen to it by itself and not suspect much. Unlike Sirens which can be completely separated and still make sense, this one is more like a whole new world from Aladdin. There are parts that make it obvious that it's from a larger whole, but if you just so happen to catch the "safe" parts you won't suspect much.

Points were deducted due to Mr. Soldier's unique vocals. (Unique as in not very common in mainstream music)

3. Empty trail

This is no offense to Dr. La Cognizzi, but sometimes when she sings it's hard to make out what she's saying, which works in her favor in these circumstances. It sounds country/rock, which help it blend in with some dad rock songs. If I remember correctly, the melody was actually taken from a Led Zeppelin song, so if you aren't paying attention to what's ACTUALLY being said you can get away with claiming it's a cover.

4. Ties that bind

Although this one does mention many plot points, many fans have stated that they had no idea what the fuck was being said until the have looked for the lyrics (myself included) this, combined with it's jazzy rythm, make it able to blend in with other songs, similarly to empty trail

5. Odin

The most "normal" song out of the entirety of The Bifrost Incident. This song made it to the top five because it has similarities with Roam by the B-52's, but had points deducted due to it clearly being about an awesome space train

6. Lost in the cosmos

This might just be personal opinion, but it sounds like a church song. You can pull off the effect of it being about earth Jesus and not space robot Jesus if you have particularly bad quality speakers and a busy store w/lots of noise. Again, the lyrics kinda give it away as to not being entirely main stream

7. Stranger

Look it's a banger, ok? Many of the lyrics could be taken as just being metaphors, but I feel like you have to squint to "see" it. Pay too much attention and shit gets a little weird. Also, points deducted because it's two men singing together and not a man and a woman, which throws a wrench into the works. At kohl's it might raise some eyebrows but in like hot topic it'll blend in a little better

8. Redeath

You would think a song about a sphoenix (space phoenix) would be lower on the list but you'd be wrong. It's a really pretty song with a good original melody, and it's something that can be drowned out by a particularly rowdy crowd. Like Stranger, it would blend in better at a hot topic than at kohl's, but only slightly.

9. Elysian Fields

The melody in Elysian Fields is taken directly from the song wayfaring stranger, which has been coverd by Jonny Cash, Ed Sheeran, Poor Man's Poison, and The Longest Johns, AS WELL HAS having been featured in the movie 1917 and in the video game The Last of Us II, which make it very recognizable. Because of this recognizability, people who know the original song may be caught off guard by hearing it in a Walmart with completely different lyrics. It was originally in 7th place, but the popularity of the original takes off many points

10. Once and future king

It's a banger, don't get me wrong, but it also very heavily and clearly mentions plot points from the album, which itself is heavily base on Aurtharian mythology; something very well known in the western world (also the names are not common at all and most haven't been in fashion in centuries). In a crowded, busy space with not very good quality speakers it could potentially blend in, but one or two names might sneak out. The only reason it's on the list is because of the instrumental outro, which sounds normal enough

#the mechanisms #hnoc #tbi #udad #two songs that didn't make it on the list were cinder's song and sleeping beauty #they're both good but too specific

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0oolookitsme · 24 days

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"Knight in the shining armour"

This is short, and kinda bad. But I've finished a fic I began writing for the first time in the whole month of March (we're lowkey in April now sooo) so I hope that you don't mind this shit-cliche too much <3

Verse - Footballer!Harry x Art Director!Y/n

Word Count - 1.2k

Warnings - Cuss words, a slur, one little hit to the jaw (literally the whole fic in three little warnings helpp-)

Harry and Y/n are at a party and everyone's enjoying their time until comes in a dude who can neither take no for an answer, nor register the fact that he's just been warned.

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Everyone had somehow fit on the three sofas in the living room of some dude's, whom Y/n didn't know, party. She'd come here with Harry, just to get away from all of her projects and assignments, and loosen up a bit -- spend some time with Harry and play some games.

Though she wasn’t actually playing any games, she was still enjoying. Cheering with everyone each time Harry scored. She didn't exactly plan on drinking alcohol, considering she had classes early in the morning the next day and had to give a presentation. And still, she stole a couple sips from Harry's red plastic cup every time he handed it to her to play his turn.

A blue drink sloshed around in her cup as everyone roared loudly when Harry scored another point in the ping-pong. She had taken one sip of it, and she just knew that it was close to going stale, somehow. With a big smile on her mouth, she leaned into Harry's side to press a kiss to his cheek, which landed on his ear lobe instead, making the two of them laugh.

When someone bumped into her and apologised right after, her eyes strayed from Harry for a second. She passed the chick a smile and let her go on. And then her eyes landed on a guy standing in the crowd, looking at her with a look she couldn't quite read.

Feeling like she knew him somehow, she settled her gaze back on the game that was still in Harry's favour. She was still a little tense when the realisation sunk in her -- it was Izac. The guy she'd turned down when he'd drunkenly asked her out for sex. He seemed to have taken the rejection well enough and Y/n had moved back to her friend group.

But right now, as he looked at her intently, Y/n had a feeling that maybe he had something to say. Her eyes wandered over to him for the second time and they came in contact with him again, this time his smile making them shrink a little.

Just out of politeness, Y/n smiled back and before she could turn away, he began moving towards her.

Dread settled in her because she didn't have the desire to talk to anyone right now. She just wanted to keep it shut and peacefully watch the game as jazzy blues played in the background. Still, she put on a welcoming face.

"Hi," he greeted and cheered his cup with both of the cups in her hands, causing her to crack an embarrassed smile.

"It's Harry's," she explained shortly, almost fully turned towards Izac now, and by some miracle, Harry turned to see why she'd mentioned his name, almost knocking down his drink in her hand when his arm bumped with the back of her elbow.

"Why don't we go somewhere quieter? It's a little too crowded here," Izac suggested, pulling her attention back onto him.

"Ah, I think it's good enough." She disagreed and before he could persist, she continued. "How's Leah?" She dared to ask about his girlfriend that Y/n solely knew the name of.

"She's good, yeah," he shrugged a little tensely, almost as if he hadn't expected Y/n to have known about her. Maybe she was just reading into it a little too much.

"I came here to apologise actually, about the last time we met," he said while actively pretending to get a little awkward, clearly lying about his purpose behind approaching her.

"Oh no, that's fine -- I'd mostly forgotten about it," she laughed lightly, faking it still.

"I should've asked you properly, y' know? Sober and all," he quickly uttered out, catching Y/n off guard.

What? She looked at him to see if she'd said that outloud and it seemed like she hadn't. "Oh," was all she said, as she took a sip out of her cup and flinched in distaste. She’d drunk from her own cup.

"I -- yeah. I genuinely think we'd be extremely compatible in bed," he smirked, rubbing the back of his neck on seeing the blank look on Y/n's face.

She swallowed dryly, still quite in shock. "You don't even know me," she mentioned flatly, having quit the politeness because he clearly wasn't reciprocating it. "Plus, you're in a relationship -- not that I would've agreed to this even if you weren't."

"She doesn't have to know about this, you know, Leah," he tried again. "It'll just be for a night. Like, give it a shot, c'mon," he urged her, moving a step closer.

"Izac, back off,” She said firmly. “And no, I won't have sex with you," taking a step back, she added. And now, she could feel Harry's arm against her back.

She felt his breath nearing the back of her neck just in time for Izac to let out a hollow chuckle and begin walking away.

"Fuckin’ slut," he called her, and Y/n was about to snap when she felt Harry's arm snake around her waist.

"Watch your mouth," she heard him spit behind her, now moving to stand beside her.

Izac turned around, a lazy smile on his face, like he was a friend. "Don't bother man. Sluts like her --"

Harry's fist collided with his jaw, cutting him off. He inhaled sharply as Izac groaned in pain, holding his jaw while crouching – he might have broken it.

"Dare you call any girl, let alone her,” he pointed his thumb towards Y/n, “that thing again and I won't mind breaking a couple other bones," he warned, his voice having gone so low throughout the scene that probably only the five people standing closest to him heard him clearly.

And as Izac was ushered off to a bathroom, Y/n intertwined her hand through Harry's and took them outside. She could feel something wet and sticky on his knuckles as she grazed her thumb over it, his arm a little stiff. It surely hurt.

“You didn’t have to do that,” she began. “I was going to bite right back.”

Harry sighed beside her, knowing that she was right, he didn’t have to do it. “But I wanted to,” he confessed.

“I just couldn’t believe that that dog said it again after being fucking warned. Like the fact that he said it even once had made my anger boiling,” he said with an angry frown in between his eyebrows, getting agitated again.

Looking up from the concrete road, Y/n turned to look him in the eyes, waiting for him to do the same. “It’s okay. And, thank you,” she smiled, pressing a kiss on his cheek that had dug out its dimples again.

“Of course,” he murmured, pressing his mouth somewhere near her hairline and hissed in pain when she accidentally squeezed his bruising hand.

“What?” Coming to a halt with his hand still in hers, Y/n briskly squeezed it again as she continued – “Is this knight in shining armour’s hand beginning to hurt?” She mocked him, cackling when he shrieked again and holding onto his torso for support as her body went limp because of laughing so hardly.

Shaking his hand out of her grip, Harry pushed his hair away from his forehead. “I’m done being your boyfriend,” he mumbled, a laugh escaping his lips when his girlfriend only threw her head back to laugh harder.

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alastorsfuckassbobb · 9 days

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Bros ears are adorable 💀

I NEED more Nifty + Alastor interactions in the second season!! As a matter of fact, I need more Alastor interactions with the other cast! I think Alastor's and Niffty's lil relationship is cute! It honest to god looks so genuine, and I like to think she didn't sell her soul to him or nothing, they just hanging out. (That probably isn't the case though) 😭 I would love to see them have a cutesy little song duet, it would probably be jazzy, but kind of chaotic and fast paced. I'd totally listen to that shit on repeat, but more than anything. I just want a Niffty song in general, solo or not. It can be the most bizarre duet, like Niffty?? Vaggie?? Tf you two singing together for??? 😭 I'd also like to see more Angie and Alastor interactions, too! Like they only spoke once in the show?? I want interactions besides Angel flirting with Al, and making him clearly uncomfortable. Like let's have them have a little chat. I can't take Alastor seriously with those fluffy ears of his, awww!! So cute, they look even more fluffier in the second pic, so adorable, they look so soft! I want to see this bitch have a mental breakdown. Even worse than the breakdown he was having in the finale song. Like don't get me wrong, I love the guy. I don't want anything to happen to him, but at the end of the day, I'd love to see him lose his demeanor. (I love angst and drama). Also I'd love to see the day where he stops smiling, like it's not going to happen anytime soon, but I know DAMN well he will stop smiling, and it ain't gonna be pretty. I'll tell you that as much, I want him to meet his mom again, and for her to get killed off for reals! 😍 And before you say, "How would he even meet her? She's in heave-" How do you know that? How do you genuinely know that?? Did Viv say? Cause I want the facts, for all she know she could be in hell??? Like I tried searching it up, and it's from the journey to the light wiki, like sorry to break it to you, lil bro. But that shit ain't real.

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i-wanna-die-like-now · 7 months

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Day 13: Stiches!

So I decided to add a short fix for this prompt because I couldn't draw my idea in a day.

Jazz moved down the stairs slowly, almost robotically, if she was more aware of her surroundings maybe she would have noticed she was getting the blood from her hands all over the clean walls that she used for support or that the blood that covered her clothes was dripping onto the steps and soaking into her socks leaving bloody footprints after her. But she didn't notice, her mind had shut down and detached from her body, it had been that way for a while now. She knew what it meant and she knew it was in response to- she knew what it was in response to.

It's for the better.

She tells herself as she finally reaches the bottom of the stairs.

It'll be easier.

Jazz couldn't tell if she actually believed that or was just trying to comfort herself, nothing about the situation was easy.

The living room is empty, it took her a while to notice the TV playing the end credits to the film her parents had clearly just finished. Their small chatter drifted out of the kitchen, it made her feel sick that they sounded so happy, however, the laugh that burst out of her mother made something deeper churn in her chest.

How dare she laugh after what she did. How could she still smile and act like nothing had happened?

By the time Jazz reached the kitchen doorway her hands were shaking.

Her parents' screams sounded far away to her ears, Danny's screams echoed in her mind, his were far more haunting. The memory of his cries of pain and sobbing brought her attention back to her parents and the matter at hand. Their horrified faces morph into panic as they make a move to get closer, maybe they were trying to comfort her or maybe they thought she was injured.

Jazz couldn't tell.

It didn't matter.

"Don't touch me." The words were odd on her tongue, heavy in her mouth, she wondered if she had even said them at all or if she had imagined it. It hadn't felt like she had but her parents' expressions and body language showed that she did in fact voice it, they were both pulled back like they had been slapped.

Good.

"Jazzy?" Her Da- Jack's usually booming voice was quiet and soft, timid. It didn't suit his large frame, but Jazz felt herself grow angry at that. A seething anger that pulled her mind back into the present, her body heaved in a huge breath and for the first time in the last three hours Jazz felt it.

She suddenly felt hyper-aware of the blood that clung to her skin, her shirt was drenched and sticking to her frame in a way that made her feel sick.

Just how much blood had Danny lost? How much did he lose before she found him?

How much had he lost while they cut into him?

A rough scream rips out of her throat, she felt it more than heard it. Her throat burned, it had been burning since her first scream of the night, at finding her brother- it was almost a relief for Jazz to be able to feel it again. Or it would have been if she also didn't have to feel the emotions that came with it.

All she could muster out was a broken "Don't fuck-ing call me that." She hates that her voice breaks, that she's showing them how vulnerable she feels. She needs to stand her ground. Slamming her hand against the doorframe Jazz lets out a sneer and puffs out her chest in mock confidence.

"You don't have the right to call me that. Not anymore." As painful as it was, Jazz put one foot in front of the other and made her way to the lab's door, it was closed.

It wasn't often the lab's door was closed, even when they had been building the portal it had usually stayed open, Jazz had spent months beating herself up for that after Danny's accident. The self-loathing doubled when she found out he had died.

She was supposed to protect him.

Without thinking too much into it Jazz rips open the door, she had to get rid of that stupid portal for good. Ignoring the shocked gasp from Jack and angry yelling from Maddie as she stares into the basement where her parents had spent her whole childhood. Where her parents had built the thing that killed her baby brother and made the weapons they used to hurt him. To catch him. To tie him down and-

The lights were off but that didn't matter because the portal was illuminating the lab. She made her way down the steps quickly only to be stopped by a tug on her arm.

"Jazz! What do you think you're doing, it's dangerous, get back here!" Maddie's hand locked onto her and pulled her back, the blood that was soaked into her socks caused Jazz to slip and fall down the last few steps and out of her grasp.

"Jazz!"

Maddie's voice sounded distorted to her ears as she took in the sight of the lab from the floor, the green glow lighting up the metal surfaces, the portal was closed.

Her hand curled into a fist as the metal table that sat almost in the middle of the room came into focus, ectoplasm coated the surface and the tools they had used lay scattered on the ground. She could hear her parents talking but none of the words reached her.

This is where they did it.

"This is where you did it."

Why?

"Why."

"Jazz what are you talking about, come on let me help you get up, are you okay? You're covered in-in.." Jack trails off.

"Blood." She finishes for him.

There had been so much blood, she hadn't know what to do. With that much, she knew the wound was too deep to leave alone, no matter how much he protested, no matter how much he tried to convince her he would "heal in no time".

She didn't know what she had been expecting when she lifted his shirt, maybe a burn or a gash.

Jack pulled her into his arms to help her stand, worry pulling on his features as Jazz stared ahead, her face drained of all colour.

"Oh! Jazzy-pants don't you worry about that-"

Danny's skin was cold, far too cold for what's considered normal for humans but he's half ghost so surely it's normal… surely that's a good thing his core is ice, maybe it was healing him-

"You have to tell us what's going on, Jazz please talk to u-"

She had a med kit under her bed, she had helped him out with plenty of injuries before so why was he being so reluctant to let her help-

"For god sake Jasmine!"

Snapping her eyes over to Maddie Jazz takes a step back and then another, and another.

She had came down here to get rid of the thing that killed her brother, she hadn't been expecting to see the evidence of what they had done to him laying out in plain sight.

"You're evil, you- Fuck. How could you even do that to another living thing!" The confusion was clear on their faces but Jazz was already reaching for the Anti-Creep stick that was leaning against the wall, anger bubbling over. "You've always been this way, I don't know how I didn't see it sooner, I really should have. I should have known Danny wasn't safe to be around you, he was so sure that you would be okay with it in time."

"Jazz what are you-" Jazz cuts Jack off as she slams the bat into one of the bazookas they had hanging up on display. The metal sparks and crashes to the ground drowning out her parents' screams of panic and surprise.

"All these inventions." She lifts the bat above her head and swings it down to crush the rest of it. "Of course, he wasn't safe!" Her throat burned even more as her voice got louder. "He was never safe, I should have seen it years ago, oh god how couldn't I see it!"

Jazz's voice borders on hysterical as she swings the bat again, this time breaking some beakers that were laying out.

"You never cared for him, you never cared for me!" Voice breaking Jazz feels her tears boil over.

"Jasmine! Stop it, what are you doing? Jack stop her!" Maddie's voice was tight as she ordered Jack.

"Mads what am I-"

"Fucking try!" Jazz screams over Jack, swinging the bat towards her father, her tears burn.

"Jazz I can't, please just, I can't-" He looked so weak, his eyes were bloodshot and his eyelids looked weighed down. He needed to stay awake.

"You have to try, god damn it Danny fucking try!" She was using a sewing needle, a fucking sewing needle, to sew him back together. It was bending. Her hands wont stop shaking. Pulling them back she wipes the blood off and onto her shirt quickly before getting back into position, using her fingers she pulls the skin together, wiping her hands did nothing. She redies the bent needle with her other hand.

Danny lets out a pained whimper as she forces the needle through his skin again, pulling it through the gaping wound on his stomach and pulling the thread tight.

She can see his organs.

She repeats the motion.

Eyes wild and face pulled into a scowl she keeps the bat pointed at them.

"You've spent your life on this lab, on your research!" She spits the word as if it were something disgusting. "That blood came from a living breathing person!"

"Jazz please calm down, that's ectoplasm, it's not blood." Maddie uses a tone she does often, the condescending edge she gets whenever Jazz brings up the psychology of ghosts. "I assure you that no living thing was harmed."

Although her hands were raised in a surrendering gesture she held herself confidently.

Jazz's tongue felt heavy, her body boiling as her anger reached its peak, she didn't even think twice before swinging the bat at their other inventions.

The inventions they made to harm her brother.

The row of guns spark and crash as she beats them with the bat, lifting it above her head she forces it down again and again until she was sure they were unusable.

"These always came first, your inventions or research or experiments!" After one last swing of the bat Jazz leans down and catches her breath, her voice breaking as she lowers it to a whisper. "Sometimes I wonder if you knew all along and were just toying with him." She looks over her shoulder, her parents' forms blurred by her tears. "and the sick part is I'm still not even sure."

"Jazz honey what are you talking about? Please put the Anti-Creep stick down and talk to me, were your parents-" Jack has his arm out, reaching for her with a pained expression.

"You were his parents too!" Jazz screeches. "Although parents is a reach, I was his parent! I raised him, I cooked for him! I held him at night when he had nightmares! I'm the one that had to fix him!" She couldn't see through her tears, she couldn't hear from the rushing of blood in her ears. The only thing she could see was her brother laying down as he sobbed, covered in blood and holding his own organs in with his hands while she took a sewing needle to his skin to stitch him back together.

She wanted to rush back to him but first, she needed to destroy the rest of the lab, the portal.

At least she would have if it wasn't for Jack wrapping his huge arms around her body and lifting her into the air.

"Jazz please calm down, talk to us, you're not making any sense!"

"Exactly Jasmine! You're spouting nonsense and destroying our work!" Maddie's voice cuts into her, it causes her chest to burn. Letting out an animalistic scream she kicks and thrashes around in Jack's arms.

"You cut into him! You fucking monsters, your work killed him!" Jazz couldn't help the sob that tore its way out of her throat. "He thought you'd get better! He always had faith in you and you used that knife and ripped him open!"

She could feel Jack go stiff, his arms loosening around her as he let out a puff of air.

"I had to stitch him back together just like I've been stitching this family back together for years! Because that's exactly what I've been doing and I hate myself for it! If I didn't spend my life stitching everything together then maybe he wouldn't have died!" Finally, her thrashing caused her to be dislodged from Jack's arms, she made quick work of shoving him away and getting past her now pale mother and towards the portal.

It only took a few perfectly aimed swings to render it useless.

"Jazzy-"

"He died trying to fix this portal for you."

"Phantom he-" Maddie paused, looking over at Jazz with an expression she had never worn before. "He's a ghost honey-" Jazz's bitter laugh silenced both of them.

"Half."

She could tell by the horror on Jack's face that he understood, she knew Maddie did too. Maybe she was in denial.

She needs to call Vlad, he would let them stay with him for a while if she explained the situation.

"If you had even cared slightly about Danny you would have seen the signs, it didn't take me long to figure it out and I'm not a ghost expert." Jazz drops the bat on the ground, stepping over it to make her way back upstairs, ignoring the yells of her parents as she slams the lab door closed. Locking it for good measure.

She feels the numbness of before washing over her as she picks up the house phone and dials Vlads number.

#artists on tumblr #digital art #danny phantom #danny phantom fandom #digital doodle #danny phantom fanart #danny phantom angst #danny phantom one shot #danny phantom fic #jazz fenton #tw gore #tw mentions of gore #tw mentions of death #inktober #goretober 2023

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jazzythursday · 9 months

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More random out of order thoughts from Good Omens season 2:

(Bear in mind these are my raw brain mush and not fully fleshed out meta analysis. I just have lots of thoughts about things that I may explore more at a later date but for now here are things that stuck out)

(Spoilers ahoy, turn back now if you don’t want to wash up on spoiler beach)

Part 1

You cannot convince me the fire safety precautions added to the bookshop weren’t Crowley’s idea. They absolutely were.

Battery operated candles and a million fire extinguishers? That man shaped being has seen exactly how books can go up in flames and he is not doing it again, thank you very much. I’m convinced he brought them to the bookshop himself and oversaw the removal of every match and regular candle there, or possibly just miracle-converted all of them.

Thinking about Crowley saying “you can’t leave this bookshop” in the last scene and that he just cannot imagine it happening. He can’t conceive of a world with the angel without his shop, or vice versa. To him, Aziraphale belongs there, and Crowley belongs with Aziraphale, and so they both belong at the bookshop.

It’s interesting to me that, while Crowley’s usually the one pushing for change, Aziraphale is the one who says “nothing lasts forever”.

You can tell Crowley’s gotten a lot more comfortable with both Aziraphale and the bookshop since s1. We know he doesn’t really consider the Mayfair flat to be home, and I think that’s because home is Aziraphale, and subsequently the bookshop. Even when he’s living out of his car, he still has that, and I think that makes leaving the flat a lot easier, because it’s just a place, but home is his angel and his angel’s shop.

I also think, a little bit, that when he says “you can’t leave this bookshop” he means “you can’t leave me”… aaaand that when he says in ep1 that what he needs is for Gabriel to be nowhere near him or “the precious, peaceful, fragile existence that I have carved out for myself here” he means “no where near you.”

I don’t know if I can even BEGIN to talk about the kiss. I’ve currently only watching it once and I was on the floor in tears. Crowley was SO BRAVE, and he was so scared, and I feel like more than anything the kiss was his final attempt at finding understanding between them again. He tried to say it with words and it didn’t work, it wasn’t enough. He struggles through verbalizing how he feels so much already, and especially here. He physically can’t seem to get through any of the sentences he starts but he tries anyway, and Aziraphale still isn’t seeing it for what it is or meeting him in the middle. To me the kiss is ‘words aren’t working, I’m out of time and options and I need you to understand’ when words fail, Crowley is action.

I wonder if Aziraphale has let himself really accept how he feels fully for Crowley. He knows he loves him, but does he know how? I mean of course he knows, but has he let himself actually think about it? He seems so surprised, so floored, when Crowley kisses him, and so completely terrified of what it would mean to accept it. Like, the hand on his lips after and the way he’s so unprepared to acknowledge that part of their relationship. It’s been 3 years since Armageddidn’t and yet neither of them are fully ready to directly acknowledge it until Maggie and Nina press Crowley on it.

The Bentley playing good old fashioned lover boy was on my bucket list for season two and I SPECIFICALLY hoped it would be on his way to the bookshop. WAHOO. I’M HAPPY.

Would I be happier if it was playing while he had flowers and chocolate and a picnic basket in the backseat and was on his way to go pick up Aziraphale? Yes, yes I would, but that’s beside the point.

Aziraphale is so like… giggly this season I love it. His little excited hands and all the sounds he makes it’s all so good A+ Micheal. He gets so happy about his magic act I could cry. The little “woohoo” when their backstage? KILLED ME. His “the west end—The WEST END” I love him. The whole thing with the dancing and his little giggles when he grabs Crowley’s hands was the cutest fucking thing I’ve ever seen. It’s like they said “No, you CAN be fluffier, make Aziraphale as fluffy as possible, please” and he DID.

Speaking of dancing… THE I WAS WRONG DANCE?! I don't think I'm ever getting over that for the rest of my life. Im assuming because it seems like only Aziraphale has had to do it in the past means that Crowley probably came up with it? Like I’m just imagining he never thought he would have to do it, so he made it so completely ridiculous. Also, Aziraphale was so salty about it? Like boy has been keeping track.

The look on Crowley’s face when Nina says “other people’s love lives are always more complicated than our own” I CAN’T. The way they’re both putting so much into Maggie and Nina as a way of taking the focus off of them and what everything that’s happening means for their relationship is wonderfully done. (Also he immediately gets drunk and yells at Gabriel. Like, he’s having feelings)

The way that Aziraphale looks at Muriel makes me want to cry. He just seems so compassionate, and sort of like he’s looking at a mirror of himself in the early days? A bit? I just love how soft he is with them and how much their naivety clearly effects him.

CROWLEY SITTING ON HIS CHAIR WAS EVERYTHING I HOPED FOR.

Aziraphale doesn’t eat anything this season and I’m not sure why but that makes me inexplicably sad? Neil please let the angel eat cake :/

Um… Crowley throwing books as a gag had me clutching my chest and cry laughing. I don’t know how to cope, really. Why was he holding the books in the first place? Just to look busy? Just too see how many he could carry? Is he re-shelving to make things even more confusing for customers? And what I really want to know is were any books actually harmed? Or did he make it so that they would all miraculously be alright? (I bet he did, the sap)

There is something very sweet about when he sees Gabriel dropping the book and figures out that he’s testing gravity, and then tells him about it. And then Gabriel asks him why. Like the idea of Crowley nurturing Gabriel’s curiosity and answering his questions is just very special to me I don’t know man.

I literally have more to say but it’s getting long again so idk maybe I’ll do a part three at some point.

#good omens #go s2 spoilers #go season 2 spoilers #good omens season two #go s2 #Crowley #Aziraphale #inneffable husbands #jazzy’s thinking too much again

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sacredjake · 10 months

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Fade Into You

pairing: Jake Kiszka x Reader

word count: 1.4k

warnings: fluff, some angst

here’s a little jake blurb that i couldn’t stop thinking about. every time i hear the this song i think about slow dancing with jake to it, so here it is. i whipped this up super quick so there’s bound to be spelling and grammar mistakes.

You had been mindlessly scrolling on your phone far too long, background noise from the tv filling the silence in your living room. It had been one of those days where lingering thoughts had gotten to you, plummeting your mood quickly. Once excited and feeling like you were filled with light from the sun turned into being on the brink of tears and uninterested in everything. Even your favorite tv show which usually could at least make you laugh, was’t swaying your mood.

The familiar jingling of keys could be heard on the opposite side of the door, signaling that your boyfriend had finally returned home from his short trip. He had only been gone for two days, and even then you normally would’ve been more excited to see him. As he entered your shared house, luggage and guitar case in tow, you briefly looked up to meet his eyes, muttering a small ‘hi’ before returning your attention to your phone. Part of you felt guilty, but you also were just physically and emotionally unable to do much else. You had no energy to spare, using all of it to try and claw your way out from under the metaphorical rock that held you down.

He could tell something was up, you knew he could. This wasn’t how you would typically greet him as he came home from a trip, you knew it, and he knew it. He brought his luggage to sit under the bar of your kitchen that sat on the edge of the living room, separating the two spaces while also joining them. After carefully setting his guitar case down he sat down next to you on the couch and kissed the side of your head, hand resting gently on your thigh while you kept your eyes on your phone.

“Everything okay, baby?”

You met his soft, warm, milk chocolate eyes that were filled with concern, trying your hardest to put on a convincing smile.

“Yeah, everything’s fine.” Your voice betrayed you, coming out slightly above a whisper as you smiled back softly. His eyes searched yours before you broke eye contact, knowing he would see the sadness you were holding inside.

You both sat in silence for a few minutes until he stood from the couch, giving your knee a loving pat before he stood. He walked over to the bar and grabbed his phone off the counter, going through it as he walked into another room. When he returned he was holding a small speaker, one the two of you used in place of records when you didn’t own said record. You watched as he set the speaker on the mantle above your fireplace, turning it on, and connecting his phone to the device.

Instead of playing anything he pocketed his phone, and turned his attention to the large ebony coffee table that sat in the middle of the living room. Before you could ask what he was doing, he began to push the giant, and heavy, piece of furniture to a far wall. With the table moved there was now a large area of free space, opening up the room. Satisfied with the new placement of the table, he fished his phone from his pocket and tapped the screen once with his thumb. The speaker came to life with the soft sound of drums followed by a jazzy sort of guitar, soft and smooth.

Once again tucking the phone into his pocket, he walked to you silently and extended his hand out to you. He didn’t say a word, but the gentle smile he wore was asking you to dance with him. Although you didn’t feel up to it, you knew he was only trying to help, so you carefully took his hand and set your blanket to the side with the other.

He led you to the middle of the open space with your hand in his, and pulled you closer resting his left hand atop your waist. Your own hand delicately placed on his shoulder, your arm wrapped around the underside of his. He swayed the two of you to the slow beat of the song as you rested your cheek against his shoulder, looking away from him. His shoulder length hair tickled your eyelashes with each blink, but you didn’t dare move it. You heard his contented sigh slip as his cheek rested against your head, and his hand squeezed your own.

‘Won’t you tell me it’s okay, won’t you tell me what to say.

Won’t you hold my hand when nobody else has got the time.’

The two of you stayed that way for a beat or two before you tilted your head back to look at Jake. Instead of meeting your gaze, he closed his eyes, and rested his forehead against your own. He hummed along softly to the song, his chest vibrating against yours. You let his quiet hums lull your eyes closed, enjoying the tender intimacy of the moment.

‘So baby won’t you be my lady, miss you like crazy, I hope you’ll be my, my partner in crime.’

“Jake?” His name came out in a cracked and hushed whisper, like you were afraid to ruin the moment.

“Hm?” He hummed quietly, adding to the peaceful aura. You opened your eyes, finding his were still shut, and peered up at him through your lashes as best you could.

“I’ve never heard this song before.”

His eyes fluttered open as he pulled his forehead away from yours, and kissed where his was just resting. “Mmm, Sammy played it for me a few days ago while we were doing business in L.A. and it reminded me of you.”

His eyes met yours as they began to prickle with tears, a smile making its way onto your face. A few tears fell as you tried to blink them back. Jake smiled warmly at you, using the hand that was on your waist to wipe the tears from your cheeks.

“I kept thinking about how much I missed you, and how much I wanted nothing more than to hold you, and dance with you to this song.” He continued to wipe your cheeks sweetly until the tears stopped falling.

‘Won’t you tell me how you feel, won’t you make this all come real.’

Wiping his hand on his pants, he returned his hand to your waist to lightly push your hip while his grip on your hand loosened so he could spin you. When you came back around to face him, he secured your hand in his and placed his other hand back on your hip, continuing to sway you to the song.

‘Cause it’s lonely here, and I’m running out of things to say’

“You’re not good at hiding when you’re upset,” His left hand brushed stray strands of hair out of your face, stopping to cup your face, “but you know that don’t you?”

“Yeah, I know. I’m sorry.” You cast your eyes down to your feet, avoiding his amused stare.

“Hey,” Jake’s hand on your cheek shifted under your chin forcing you to look up at him, “It’s okay. You don’t have to apologize baby. I just want you to know that you can always talk to me.”

“I know.”

His brown orbs flicked back and forth between yours trying to get a read on you. Before he could say anything else you leaned into him and placed a kiss on his cheek.

“Thank you.”

“For what?”

“For making all the bad feelings go away.”

His face softened as if he was more relaxed than he already had been. This time he leaned towards you and kissed your lips tenderly, still swaying to the song. You couldn’t help the genuine smile that sat on your face as he looked at you lovingly. His warmth was infectious.

“There’s that smile. That’s what I’ve been waiting to see.” His thumb ran along the apple of your cheek before his hand found purchase on your hip once again. You rested your cheek on his shoulder again letting your eyes close, feeling content. It was almost like the love was palpable, like you were surrounded in the feeling of his tender loving. Like you were wrapped in it.

“I love you so much, Jake.”

“I love you too, baby. More than you could ever know.”

As the music faded out he pressed another soft kiss to your head. Even after the song ended the two of you continued to sway back and forth for what seemed like hours. Both of you basking in the moment, hearts so full and warm they felt as though they might burst or simply melt into nothing. How you were blessed to be loved by someone like Jake was a mystery to you, but you were thankful to whatever celestial being put him in your path.

And while you wondered how you got to be so lucky to love and be loved by someone like Jake, he was thinking the same thing. He thought he must’ve done something right in a past life to be blessed with you in this one, and he was thanking the universe for bringing you to him.

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Mending a Family 5/?

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Jazz enters the scene

Jason felt small hands shake him awake.

“Danny, what’s wrong, chum?”

“We need to go that way,” his son said while pointing in a random direction.

“Why,” Jason asked while putting on his pants. He knew the boy would go alone if he didn’t go with Danny.

“I feel Jazz. She’s here!”

“You sure,” he asked around a stone that had lodged itself in his throat. He had promised Danny to help him find his sisters, but now he was scared Jazz would take Danny away. After all, Jazz was blood. She was Danny’s older sister. Jason was a random criminal that found Danny and basically kidnapped him.

“C’mon, daddy, they’re close.”

Jason followed Danny. Eventually, the kid got impatient and picked Jason up by the armpits while invisibly flying in a random direction. Jason felt a little weird, with his feet dangling in the air.

Eventually, they reached a mostly isolated parking lot. The only person in it was looking at a map on top of the hood of an old pickup truck. She had red hair, glowing teal eyes, and a child tied to her chest. She looked about eighteen or nineteen.

She suddenly looked up, and Danny let go of his invisibility. They landed in front of Jazz. She looked at Jason, sizing him up before turning to Danny.

“Little brother, you’re okay,” she said. Tears were gathering in her eyes. “And you’re so small!”

Danny threw himself at his sister and hugged her middle.

“Jazzie, I’ve missed you and Ellie,” he looked up, “did Ellie get de-aged, too?”

The baby, Ellie, turned around, and Jason saw Danny’s blue eyes. Looking closer, he noticed the baby looked like Danny, right down to the shape of his nose.

Well, she was his clone, after all.

“Jazz, meet my daddy.”

Jason felt nervous as Jazz’s piercing gaze landed on him.

“Daddy,” she asked in a monotone voice. Fuck, that couldn’t be good.

“Hi, Jason Todd. I found Danny a few weeks ago and decided to take him in.”

He held out his hand, and she stared at it briefly before taking it.

“You’ve died,” she said as a matter of fact.

“Um, yeah, I did. But I got better?”

“Hmm, and you decided to take care of a random kid you found?”

“Stop that, Jazz. Papa is awesome. He reads me bedtime stories and makes me food that doesn’t come alive. Last week he took me to Niagara Falls. He promised to help me find you.”

Wow, the bar was low.

“Hmm,” she stared at Jason again, but it felt like she was searching for something this time.

“You have blood on your hands.”

Jason stilled. How did she know?

“But I sense it’s you’re not a bad person. Besides, I trust Danny’s judgment, and if he says you’re good, I will believe it. However, if you ever hurt my brother, I will make you regret ever crossing paths with him.”

“Jazz!”

Danny was pouting at his sister while looking indignant.

“It’s okay, chum,” he turned toward Jazz, “If I ever become a horrible dad to Danny, I look forward to seeing you take me out.”

He couldn’t help but touch the scar on his throat. He had fucked up big time, but Bruce had picked the Joker over Jason and almost killed him instead.

(Bruce wasn’t a bad dad, but Batman cared about the mission.)

Jason felt a bit uncomfortable while Jazz stared at his scar.

“Okay, as long as we understand each other.”

Jason decided to change the subject.

“Do you have anywhere you guys could stay? We don’t have a big space, but you can stay with us. You know, if you’re not uncomfortable staying with a stranger. I could eventually find us a bigger space….” Jason trailed off.

“You would let us invade your haunt?”

“It’s not my haunt,” he answered back. He thought of Gotham, of Crime Alley, but Danny hadn’t been safe there. As much as it hurt to leave his home behind, he had his son to think about now.

“Jazz, don’t be mean. He left his haunt because it was dangerous to stay there with me. He’s my daddy.”

Jazz let out a big breath.

“You’re right. I’m sorry, Danny, Jason. The past few weeks have been… tough.”

Jason nodded in understanding.

“What happened, Jazz?”

Jazz sighed, “Not here, baby brother. I’ll tell you when we reach where you’re staying. Though I should probably ditch the car, I stole it.”

Danny giggled, “Strait-laced Jazz committing grand theft auto?”

“Danny, I’ve stolen three cars since I got to this world? Dimension? I don’t even know.”

“Hey, who hasn’t committed car theft in their life,” Jason said, trying to lighten the mood. “But, we came here via flight, and the walking would take over an hour, so how do we get closer with that car and then ditch it?”

The baby in Jazz’s arms was starting to fuss.

“I don’t know,” she said.

“It’s fine. If any cops stop us, Danny can turn us invisible, and we can book it.”

Ellie’s little cries seemed to have made Jazz’s mind, “Okay, let’s go.”

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They made it back to the little cottage without incident.

Both children were fast asleep by the time they arrived. Jason was glad Danny was catching up with some sleep.

Jason tucked Danny in and couldn’t help but kiss him on his forehead. He was so adorable. His younger sister was asleep by his side. Both of them drooled.

Jason smiled down at them.

“Thank you for taking care of him when I couldn’t.”

Jason turned to Jazz. She was standing in the doorway to Danny’s room. The light shining from the hallway gave her an otherworldly appearance; her eyes were glowing; she was glowing.

Jason left the room, and Jazz followed him to the little kitchen. Jason put the kettle on the stove; he needed some tea. The silence grew as they waited for the water to boil.

“I’ll have to tell him what happened when he wakes up.

Jason watched the steam rising from the kettle.

“Do you intend to take him away,” Jason whispered. He spoke so softly that his lips barely moved. Somehow, Jazz heard him.

“No, he’s imprinted on you. You’re his father; separating a child and their parent would be cruel. Besides,” she hesitated for a moment, “I doubt there are many who can understand what Danny’s gone through.”

Jason snorted, “I can’t understand what he’s gone through. His parents wanted to experiment on him!”

Whenever Jason thought of Danny’s biological parents, he wanted to go on a murder rampage. How dare they hurt his little boy?

The kettle started whistling. While Jason made the tea, Jazz spoke again.

“You don’t know what you are, do you?”

Jason sighed.

“Is this about me being a supposed halfa? I don’t have any powers.”

He gave Jazz one cup and then led her to the small dining table. He would have to buy a bigger one now.

It’s a good thing he had money.

“Whatever you say,” Jazz answered back.

“Okay, let’s table that for a moment. Are you going to stay with us? Because if you are, I’m going to have to find a bigger space. We’d also have to get you and Ellie papers and come up with a cover story. Maybe you could be my sister or something.”

“I don’t want to impose,” she said. She held on to the cup of tea as if it were a lifeline.

“Nonsense! You’re Danny’s sister; from the sounds of it, you were more involved in his life than your parents ever were.”

“They’re not my parents, not anymore.”

Jason nodded in understanding.

“Thank you for being so accommodating. I shudder in thinking if Danny had been alone or if someone bad had gotten their hands on him,” Jazz shivered and then looked up at him, “I’m glad a good person found him.”

Jason didn’t comment. He wasn’t good. He was the black sheep, the fuck up. But if Jazz believed it, he wouldn’t contradict her—anything to keep Danny.

Next chapter, we go back to Gotham

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sashketter · 12 days

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Karaoke night at 79s with the 501st

Rex: He refuses to sing, full stop. Several shots of tihaar and he’s still obstinate. All forms of bribery, offers of credits and manual labor, don’t budge him. Fives tries to pull him by the arm and ends up flat on the floor. Only after a pretty Twi’lek joins in does he relent; not because he wants to impress, but he can’t refuse a polite, curious woman. He favors something mid tempo, a steady beat that he can change his pace with. He starts soft and ends big on a note just above his range. He knows it’s not his best, but he thinks if he hams it up now, his men won’t force him to sing again.

Jesse: He needs two draughts of beer before he’s ready. He goes with something peppy and familiar, a current hit that everyone knows and can sing along to. His tenor is serviceable, but he’s not satisfied with it, thinks he needs more practice and instruction. He hopes getting others to sing with him will cover up his faults, but he ends up making the room more rowdy. They prod him to keep singing, and he obliges, but his voice is hoarse by the end of the third song. He sits at a table and hums along the rest of the night.

Hardcase: He’s the first to the mic stand, unprompted and fully sober. He picks a rock song, something he can more yell than sing. He’s tone deaf and knows it, but like Jesse, he enjoys working the crowd. At least his dancing - or rather, flailing - is entertaining. He’s up at the mic several times throughout the night, his voice rapidly turning rough, before his brothers have to take turns restraining him. Surprisingly, only beer keeps him seated at the bar for the rest of the night. He loudly cheers on whoever’s singing.

Tup: He accidentally mixes his drinks working up the courage to sing, switching between beer and brandy and something stronger than both. He’s teetering on the edge between drunk and hungover, but his brothers don’t notice. He knows he won’t last before his stomach betrays him, so he plows through a short, uptempo song before heading to the fresher. Kix follows behind and orders him water for the rest of the night.

Dogma: He wants to sing, to have fun like his friends, and thinks some liquid courage will help. Unlike Tup, he sticks to the same cocktail, but ends up drinking too much and gets too sick to sing. Kix sits him next to Tup at a booth far from the stage, with a pitcher of water and a plate of food between them.

Kix: He’s up at the mic early, sometime soon after Hardcase. He knows he needs to be available to those who are using the bar to self-soothe. He holds a glass of something brown on the rocks while crooning something smooth and jazzy. He’s a baritone and sings well, not a surprise to those who’ve been under his care and become unwitting audience to his absentminded humming. He sings in place of every other brother too drunk to make it to the mic stand.

Fives: He shares a drink with the men before going to the mic. He tries to coax Echo into a duet, but the other Domino won’t budge. He picks a ballad, something he can use to show off his range. He thinks he sings well, and he stays on key for the most part, but Rex and Kix wince when his voice cracks during the bridge; he likes to push himself. He serenades the women closest to the stage, taking their hands at turns, much to the ire of their dates. He takes a big bow to big applause at the end. He’ll likely finish the night with the last song, the rest of his brothers too tired or far gone to continue after midnight.

Echo: He blushes at the sight of the stage. Fives elbows him throughout the night, thinking he won’t sing, but during a rare silent moment, as Kix adds another brother to the designated booth, he goes up unbidden. He picks a song that starts slow and ends uptempo. Fives’s jaw is on the floor while Rex and Kix share a knowing wink: the captain and the medic had been working to ease Echo out of his shell and found music to be the key. True to his name, he sounds like a pro, almost like the original singer of the song.

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felice-jaganshi · 29 days

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His Pet

Alastor X OC

Chapter 12

(Both covers for the song i had in mind for this chapter. 1. 2. )

Zariah entered Alastor's bedroom behind him and as soon as the door was locked, she hugged him from behind and poured healing energy into him. He felt her warmth filling his tired, broken bones and mending them.

“Ah, my clever little fox. Such a good pet you are.” His voice was filled with relief, as the constant throbbing pain began to cease.

“I got you Al.” She smiled softly, happy to be of help.

He gently peeled her off of him when he was all better, “Alright, that's enough.”

She frowned as she let him go, “Aw, okay.”

He chuckled, “I'd like to change out of my blood soaked clothes, that's all darling.” He then stepped away to his wardrobe. He chose a more relaxed outfit, then used magic and shadows to change instantly. “There we are, much better.”

He then raised a hand and music began to play on the radio in his room. “Come dance with me, my pet. You've earned a treat yourself.”

“Oh… but I don't know how to dance.” She blushed, tails twisting together behind herself in nervousness. “I'm afraid I'll step on your feet.”

He smiled fondly, “Do you trust me?” She silently nodded. “Then just take my hand, darling. I'll teach you.”

Zariah stepped forward and took his hand. “We'll start slow, something simple.” He guided her through the motions of a basic slow dance, using his magic to correct and guide her seamlessly. He hummed along to the melody of the song, it was something soft and jazzy.

“When marimba rhythms start to play

Dance with me, make me sway

Like a lazy ocean hugs the shore

Hold me close, sway me more.”

Zariah blushed again, oh no, there go the butterflies in her gut again! And she knew this song too! She decided to join in and sing the next verse.

“Like a flower bending in the breeze

Bend with me, sway with ease

When we dance, you have a way with me

Stay with me, sway with me.”

Alastor was surprised by her singing along, but he grinned wide, he was fond of her voice. So they sang the chorus together and switched off each verse as they sang and danced together.

After the song came to a close, he held her to his chest, “My dear pet, you are just full of surprises. The more I learn of you, the more fun you are to have around. A lovely little stress reliever, as any good pet should be.”

She laughed at his choice of words, “If anyone else called me that, I'd think they were trying to seduce me! You gotta watch that wording Al, especially when you're using your deeper voice like that. Someone might think you've got less than pure intentions.”

He laughed along with her, “Oh dear, I suppose you're right! I didn't think that could be interpreted that way. Yet you did? Hm, spending so much time with Angel must be rotting your brain to degeneracy. How unfortunate.”

“Oh no, I've always been great at making the raunchiest jokes of all my friends. If I wanted, I could probably even make Dusty blush!” She sounded so proud of this.

“Hm, well, now that would be an accomplishment.” He then sighed, “I think I may be due for a nap, my dear. Would you like to join me?”

“Sure! I'd love an excuse to hold you for longer.”

He led her over to his bed and laid down, letting her snuggle into his chest before he began petting her hair.

She reached a hand up to pet his head as well, and he allowed it for the briefest moment until she touched one of his ears. Then he caught her wrist gently, “Ah ah, my dear. Not the ears.” He didn't explain, but his cheeks had a slight flush to them.

“Oh, sorry. Can I pet the rest of your head if I'm careful? I used to give my mom head massages after work when I was little, she always said I was very good at it.”

“Oh? Maybe another time. You two must have had a very good relationship then… Tell me, do you ever miss her?” He placed her hand back on his chest before releasing her wrist.

“Yeah, sometimes. Even into my adult life, I'd visit her every chance I got after I'd moved out.”

“So.. you said before you'd visit my mother? How often?” He decided it was time to address this.

“She and my mom are neighbors in heaven actually, so I'd visit them both at the same time. Funny little coincidence that our mom's are friends and hang out! Last time I visited, they were both taking pottery classes…. They're probably wondering why I haven't visited in a while…” She frowned.

“Ah, dear… that is a problem…” He looked troubled by this news.

“If I find a way to visit heaven, would you like me to say anything to your mom? Anything you'd want me to bring her?” She kept her voice soft and ran a hand along his upper arm. He held her tighter.

“You plan to go back to heaven?” He wouldn't allow it. She was his.

“Not to stay, more like breaking in to let my mom know I still love her, but I'm going to be away for a while. Make up a lie about being on a secret mission for heaven or something.” She hugged back tight too. “I'll never leave you, Al. You're my special person now. I love you, and I'll say it as many times as it takes for you to believe me.”

He sighed, “Very well, my pet… if you do manage to find a way into heaven, tell her I love her still and think of her everyday. I… do not feel the need to lie to her about why I am here. She will either love me as always, or reject me as heaven did for my sins. It is her right to make that decision and I don't wish to take that from her.” He went back to petting Zariah's hair.

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mwebber · 7 months

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"I think I'm dreaming," says Mark Webber, eighteen year-old Almost Professional Racing Driver, as he dips the blonde in his arms under a harsh spotlight, the rest of their surroundings shrouded in darkness. He's in a suit—a nice, expensive one that he saw in a shop window while exploring London the other day and could never think of affording—and somehow, he knows how to dance.

"What makes you think this is a dream?" The blonde is a classic beauty, but their features flicker between masculine and feminine, like Mark's brain can't settle on who they might look like. Sometimes, she'll veer close to his manager's exasperated expression, or Kylie Minogue's smirk. After a blink, he'll look like a boyish rock star, some punk skater kid off the streets.

Their accent sounds distinctly German, though. What's with that?

Mark tugs the blonde upright again, and they go easily with the movement. Around them, the red fabric of their dress, or suit, or whatever, floats gracefully in the air, like they're in zero gravity. The two of them have been dancing on nothing. Nothing looks an awful lot like a pristine red carpet from his peripheral vision, and more like an ocean of stars when he glances down.

"Well," he smiles, rocking in place with his partner to a piano tune from nowhere. Something jazzy, but maybe it's not jazz. What does he know about jazz? "It's definitely not real."

Honestly, dancing without gravity isn't hard at all. He tries a twirl, and the blonde spins obligingly before joining their hands together once more.

"What does real mean?" asks the blonde, casually, as they sway. "What you're feeling and seeing, experiencing." Their faces are really very close. Is Mark so desperate for connection that he's dreaming of kisses now? "I think that's real."

The spotlight is narrowing. Mark can't see what's below them anymore, only knows there are supernovas and black holes and the greater cosmos because of the pressure pulling at his limbs from all directions.

He concedes: "So in my head, it's real."

With a disdainful sniff, his partner's face gains clarity, a camera lens twitching into focus. "If you like."

"Oh." Mark blinks. He's dancing with an angel. Stupid, for not realizing earlier. "I didn't mean to offend."

The angel shakes their head. "No offence taken," it offers, not unkindly.

"I was thinking about home before you came, is all." The explanation is a touch too hasty. He adds: "Just moved out, y'see, and I'm sleeping on the floor."

Something under their feet squishes unpleasantly. It's a lone star, none too happy with the way they've danced right onto it. Carefully, Mark guides them away, closer to an emptier strip of outer space.

"This is much nicer than missing home," the angel nods. "Like pin-up girls painted on planes from World War II."

"Exactly," Mark agrees without thinking. "Can I kiss you?"

Even the angel's laugh is beautiful. Maybe that was to be expected. The galaxies around them seem to shudder with delight at the sound.

"You'd kiss a stranger without asking their name?" Its smile is the stuff of—well. Dreams.

"Sorry." Sheepishly, Mark comes to a stop. Neither of them let go, perhaps both unsure if they're allowed to. "What's your name, angel?"

"Angel?" The blonde laughs again, and it's like new universes blossom into existence. "You're sweet. My name is Sebastian."

Planets and stars and moons align. The dark reaches of space have never felt more warm and inviting.

"Sebastian," Mark tries the word on his tongue, and finds he likes the way it rolls over his taste buds. He doesn't know too many Sebastians in his life. Where did he get the name from? "If we kissed, I think we could stitch the cosmos together."

This time, Sebastian's smile carries a tinge of regret. "I'm afraid it's more than space that separates us, my love."

"My love." That's absurd. But something about the endearment feels right, drifting in this endless ether together. "Kiss me anyway."

A kiss goodnight, or a kiss before the morning makes them part ways. Even a kiss to the cheek, Mark would covet and keep safely in his ribcage, tucked behind his heart until he returns to the earth. It's not every day one gets a blessing from an angel.

"Impertinent," remarks Sebastian as they lean in, but it's with a fondness that sounds like it's had millennia to cultivate.

When their lips finally meet, something clicks neatly into place at the back of Mark's mind. He's kissed this mouth before, a thousand times over and counting, in universes that unspool out and away. It's a little confusing at this moment in time: He will kiss this mouth a thousand times over. He was always going to.

When he opens his eyes, the empty walls of his shoebox apartment greet him. His back hurts. He's still fixed in the same cramped position he settled into before he fell asleep, buried in his sleeping bag. Already, his dream is receding to the depths of his subconscious, never to be accessed again.

But the ache of homesickness that's festered between his lungs since he stepped on the plane out of Australia is gone.

It feels something like stardust instead.

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