#someone tuck me 2 bed plz

[catmansquad]

The Thirst (P4)

The Vamping continues. (Why the hell am I still writing this? I should be writing Looking Glass stuff)

Part 1  Part 2   Part 3

Miguel was not a picky eater, he was sure there were some Clans out in the world who were, by choice or compulsion- the type who could only feed on people of specific blood types, or even of certain professions or who had a measure of wealth. He knew no such weakness, no such compulsion. He was currently fangs deep in a young man, stood up at his own date and had found him drying his eyes by an alley, perhaps his first true heartbreak. It hadn’t been too difficult to twist his emotions and the man had all but wept his life story into Miguel’s chest, seeking some form of comfort after being spontaneously dropped by a woman who had been too far out of his league to begin with. It was why he loved mortals, always some new drama to keep his interest; the same issues happening in new ways. From how deep the man had clung to him, Miguel began to wonder if he had perhaps laid on the charm too thickly, as the man now appeared to have rebounded his affections straight onto him. It was appreciated, however misplaced, Miguel loved both men and women equally, and found it far too easy to guide the man into the shadows, hushing him with gentle whispers and then bit deep.

He felt the young man’s pulse begin to flutter and reluctantly dragged himself from his feeding, healing the wounds in a single lick and letting the man collapse weak into his arms. Blood with a melancholic temperament was sour, almost bitter, but not an unpleasant taste. Gently, he lowered him down into the alley. The man would be weak and confused, and out cold for several hours, but he would ultimately be fine. His thirst was not sated, it never would be. He could drain the entire city dry and would want to find even more people. The power that much blood at once would give him made a shiver run down his spine at the prospect, he cast such dark thoughts into the depths of his long memory, that was how a Vampire slipped into becoming a monster, and soon after, dead by one form or another. Miguel wiped his mouth clean and tucked the bloodied handkerchief back into a pocket before stepping out of the alley and glancing around. He stopped a civilian at random, someone who didn’t appear in a rush, and they became transfixed as soon as they looked into his eyes. ‘Listen carefully; In a few minutes, you will go down this dark alley, you will find the man lying there, and you will call for an ambulance. You will not remember me. Understood?’ ‘… I… I understand…’ Their tone was hollow, expression blank and unblinking. He patted their shoulder softly and they snapped from their trance, giving a curious look as to ponder just what he was doing before carrying on their way. The compulsion he had planted in their thoughts silently ticking away until it triggered. He was halfway down the street when he felt the phone in his breast pocket buzz softly. So few people had his number, and no-one would dare contact him without him making the first move. “U Awake?” He frowned at the message, irritated by the lack of proper grammar, and realized there was only one person this could be.

“Of course I am. Why are you awake at this hour?” You sat up in bed, pillows propped up behind you, phone glowing in your lap. Unable to find sleep, so you browsed your phone until the slip of paper had fallen out of the case and decided there was certainly someone who wouldn’t be asleep in the dead of night. Maybe. He had just proved you right. “>: Can’t sleep Miggy…” Your gaze drifted out the window as the message sent, the moonlight slipping through the gaps in the curtains. “That’s unfortunate for you. Would you like me to help with that?” “>: Plz!” You cringed after sending the reply, for how fast you had sent it. The exclamation point only made you seem needy. With your phone in your lap, you buried your face in your hands and groaned softly in irritation, only looking up when your phone buzzed again. ”Alright. Just leave a window open.” It had only been a day since you’d last seen the man and already you were inviting him back into your life, your home. You pulled back the covers and stood up, opening one of the windows just a touch. On the second floor. Your bedroom. Minutes went by in silence; sleep was quickly the furthest thing from your mind.

Not even memes and cat videos could keep your interest for long until you heard the terrible crunching of brick in a rapid rhythm and watched the feral apparition with clawed nails crawling through your window. D-Did you just climb up my fuckin’ wall?!’ You watched him stand up straight, the image of poise and power again, claws returning to short nails as he brushed down his coat. ‘Of course. What did you think would happen?’ ‘I… I thought you were… Gonna turn into a bat and fly in, or something cool.’ He gave you a look of incredulity, shaking his head slowly. ‘Don’t be ridiculous. First water, then garlic, then crosses and now bats- you know so little.’ He pulled off his coat, folding it across his lap as he sat on the edge of your bed, expression returning to that look of eternal calm. ‘W-well, it’s not my fault!’ You spluttered, pulling the covers tighter around you, as if they could shield you from your own growing embarrassment. ‘I-I… It’s not like I’ve got a good source for how actual Vampires are!’ ‘Heh…’ His little laugh was deep and soft, your heart picked up at the sound of it. ‘You have one right in front of you; ask me.’ At his gentle tone, all of the thoughts and questions you had instantly fled your mind, leaving you empty-headed, and in that moment, you put together a coherent, genius question. ‘Uh… Um… So… Does it feel good… When you bite people?’ An absolutely genius question. Miguel’s face fell into another incredulous look before he sighed softly. ‘It is a moment of indescribable hunger, it is something primal, the greatest yearning imaginable. A parched man presented with a crimson oasis…’ His words petered off into a thoughtful hum, and you watched him slowly lick his tongue along one of his fangs. ‘Then, it becomes bliss, for us both… Takes everything I have to not lose myself in it- my… partner for this encounter certainly loses it. They slip into a fugue state, unaware of the world.’ You heard the bed creak as he moved, crawling atop the covers towards you, shoes clattering to the floor as he kicked them off. You couldn’t pull your eyes away from his face as he moved closer. ‘That can be dangerous; imagine meeting a handsome stranger, and one night, the two of you hook-up and… “have sex”. It’s the most intense experience of your life… All other men are ruined for you.’ You sunk down into your pillow as he practically crawled atop you, you could practically feel the sheer heat that radiated from his body, eyes on those sharp fangs as he spoke. ‘M-Miguel…?’ ‘Hmm….?’ He hummed, smiling playfully. ‘W-what happens if you… You lose yourself in it?’ ‘Me? Well, dear one… Chances are you wouldn’t be waking up at all.’ His lips ghosted across your own, almost on the verge. ‘Sleep now…’ He breathed, and you felt your mind and body obey, eyelids and limbs growing heavy, and you slumped down into the warm, heavy covers, certain that your bed had never felt so soft in your life.

Miguel tucked you in softly, made sure you were comfortable and returned your phone to the bedside table. He pulled his coat back on, smoothing down the front as he lingered by your window, one foot on the edge and looking back at your sleeping form. He was getting hopelessly attached again, knowing it would inevitably end in tears. It always did with him. How many mortals had he loved and lost? His was a lonely existence. With a forlorn sigh, he leapt back to the street, landing in a crouch of swirling shadows and stepped away, unseen, hands in pockets again. It was two days later you finally worked up the courage to allow Miguel to spoil you, he gladly led you into the richer neighborhoods of the city, squinting behind sunglasses in the light of the sun. ‘Why don’t you burn?’ You asked, perusing fancy clothing that would normally be far, far outside your price range. ‘Hmm….?’ He leaned in close, pulling you closer against him. ‘Why don’t you burn, in the sun…?’ You glanced around nervously, checking that no-one else was close enough to overhear your conversation. He chuckled breathily, pressing a soft kiss to the top of your head. ‘I don’t get sunburn because I wear suncream… and because a very long time ago, I made a very special arrangement with Huitzilopochtli that he would not incinerate me, I will not disclose the nature of that arrangement… So, if you see anything you like, grab it.’ He stepped back with a gentle smile, and you swallowed, eyes racing over the clothing, over the eye-watering price tags. ‘A-anything? This is expensive, Miguel, I don’t want to…’ Your words broke off as he laughed again, amused. ‘You are worth it, and more… I said I would spoil you.’ Was it a bill or a phone number you had rung up on the till at the end? Miguel didn’t seem phased, the man didn’t even blink at the number. Just how rich was this Vampire?

As the sun set for the evening, he had taken you out, in your new fancy clothing. With one arm linked through his own, he led you to one of the fanciest restaurants in town that didn’t serve tiny portions. From what you had browsed on your phone, the place had reservation waiting times that were nearly three months long, yet Miguel had gotten a table for two on the upper balcony with little more than dropping his own name and watching even the manager’s eyes go wide at the mention of it. Miguel had a whole spiderweb of connections to tug the threads of, and here he was, tugging them for your benefit. The best table in the house that offered stunning views of the city bathed in the setting sun. ‘Can I ask you more questions, Miguel?’ His smile was charming, a glass of red wine cradled in one hand and he nodded softly. ‘As long as it’s not to do with quantum physics, I’m afraid I am rather hopeless with that.’ ‘… Have you ever, uh... turned anyone? Into a Vampire?’ You watched him take a sip from his glass pacing it down, his eyes not leaving your own. Eventually, he spoke up. ‘I have no idea what you mean. Did you want dessert, too?’ You balked at his response, trying to wonder just what had caused it. ‘B-but…’ He reached across the table and took one of your hands softly in his own, thumb stroking across your knuckles. ‘Do you want dessert, or are you sweet enough already?’ You felt your cheeks burn at his question, swallowing back the giggle that threatened to escape. ‘W-why…? Are you feeling thirsty?’ He gave your hand a gentle squeeze, chuckling softly before letting go and reclining back in his chair. ‘Goodness me, your mind. Let’s keep the roleplay in the bedroom, shall we…?’ Finally, it clicked in your mind and you felt embarrassment swell in your chest. You were treading on the toes of his masquerade. ‘Miguel, you make it sound like it’s going to be a fun time. Yes, I think I’d like something sweet.’ His smile was kind, his eyes glinted red in the light and he nodded softly.

Warmed by wine and filled with fancy foods, you only made it halfway home before you found yourself in Miguel’s arms, he was so warm, he smelled so good and gave you little smiles every so often. ‘My place or yours…?’ He purred with a grin. ‘… Mm.. Yours has the nicer bed…’ You managed, hooking one arm across his shoulders, fingers tangling in the soft hair at the nape of his neck and you could both hear and feel the pleased sound rumble in his chest. ‘Oh, it does… We’ll be making very good use of it…’ You watched him lick along one of his fangs with a suggestive glint in his eyes. His dark heart was about to thunder for you.

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[its-not-a-phase-mom-i-d8-demons]

The Brother’s Reaction to MC having a Nightmare

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this gif... holy SHIT 

Lucifer

Whether you started the evening snuggled up under his chin or all alone in your room, he’s an extremely light sleeper since he’s got to keep an ear out for Mammon being stupid at 2 am

So when you start to move restlessly and/or whimper and cry, naturally he’ll awaken and see what the issue is

Lucifer will sit up and gently rest a tentative hand on your trembling shoulder, so as not to startle you

His presence only seemed to make it worse! Your tears got bigger and your cries got louder, your breathing became more uneven until you woke with a start, your own shrill scream scaring you into a frightened, crying ball in front of him

Boi is at a loss…

Was this his fault?

“MC, darling, what has gotten into you? Are you alright?”

“L-Lucifer?” You whimper, watery eyes roving aimlessly in the darkness “L-L-Lucifer?! Where are-”

Wrapping his arms around you and pulling you close, he reassures you: “I’m here, right here princess,” “I’ve got you, it was just a dream MC... nothing to worry about.”

Strokes your head, smoothing your rumpled hair and supporting your back while you hide your puffy, tearstained face in his collar and cling to him for dear life until you calm down

You’re still shaking when the usually stiff demon presses a kiss to the crown of your head and begins to rock from side to side, murmuring gentle, reassuring words in your ear

“Nothing can hurt you as long as you’re in my arms, MC.” “Deep breaths my love, deep breaths…”

Mammon’s vivid scary stories before bed had obviously been a bad decision, Lucifer decided as he dabbed your cheeks with a kleenex

his poor, sweet human having nightmares about silly campfire tales…

How endearing, yet upsetting

He’ll carry you to the kitchen bridal style and hold you close after getting you a glass of water, then carry you back to bed and tuck you safely against his broad chest for the rest of the night making a mental note to hang Mammon upside down from the banister the following morning

Mammon

He woke up from his dream about goldie who had read “∞” on the ATM and opened his door in answer to the frantic knock to find his favorite human crying

You rushed into his arms, burying your face in his chest to hide your shuddering sobs, nearly sending the now blushing Avatar of Greed off balance in your haste

“Jeez, human! Wha… What happened? Why’re ya crying like that?”

No, like seriously, plz stop crying babie or he’s gonna cry too

Returns the hug, holding MC firmly as he regains his footing and manages to shut the door behind you

“MC, sssh, I’m right here! You don’t hafta worry, ok? Luckily you’ve got the best demon on the job to make ya feel better! Hug me as hard as ya need, ok?”

*forehead and cheek smooches*

Lets you curl up in his lap until you can talk to him without stuttering or choking on tears

Holds you the whole time, almost as if he’s afraid to let go for fear you’ll cry again

“Bad dream? What was it about?”

“Th-Those characters from Levi’s horror game w-were eating you alive and I c-couldn’t move!” You whimper tearfully, “You were begging me for help a-and I couldn’t do anything to save you from them because every time I moved th-these ropes got t-tighter around my neck a-an-”

First of all, he’s horrified that Levi showed you those games when he knew they gave you nightmares. Unfortunately, you had to if you didn’t want to be called a normie for the billionth time that week

Second, he, the great Mammon, begging a mere human for help? Yeah right

Even though he knew in his heart of hearts that that would definitely be the case

“They’re not real, remember that. And if you still think those freaks are lurking in the dark, come find me and the great Mammon will protect you!”

You can't help but giggle and hug him more tightly, knocking him back onto his pillow

Neither of you felt like moving, so Mammon pulls the sheets up over your shoulders and you snuggle together until the morning comes

At the breakfast table, Mammon doesn’t hesitate to screech at Levi for giving you nightmares while cradling your tired, sleep-deprived body against him

Leviathan

Doesn’t hear MC’s knock at first, he’s too absorbed in the 14th episode of I Was Eating Avocado Salmon Sushi at a Hundred-Yen Revolving Sushi Restaurant When Suddenly I Was Thrown Back in Time a Thousand Years to the Heian Era, Where I Was Selected to Be a Personal Chef for a Princess and Was Later Chosen as a Possible Candidate to Be Her Husband… Now someone Please Tell Me How That’s Even Possible

As the knocking gets louder and more frantic, the otaku finally notices and pauses the anime, goes to the door and opens it a tiny bit

Just enough to see the teary-eyed MC, hugging their waist in discomfort, shivering in fear, and looking left and right down the hall for danger

“... Yeah?”

“L-Levi? C-Can I come in? *sniff* I just had a really scary dream-”

“I-uh… Ummm I g-guess,”

He lets you in and on a whim, places a tentative hand on your back

He expected you to push him away, but when you choked and rushed into his half-open arms and buried your face in his chest, leviachan.exe has stopped working

EXIT

What was he supposed to do with his hands?!?!??

MC was crying and he was just standing there like a normie? Wh… WhAt wOULd HenRy dO?

“MC, h-hey, it cant’ve been that bad… here, um let’s s-sit down a-and you can talk to me. Sound good?”

He feels you nod and leads you to his large gaming beanbag chair and you get squooshed against his side, shivering and sniveling, but warm and safe

Levi dries your face with the edge of his shirt and after a few moments of comfortable silence, you begin to explain your dream

The slimy creatures scaling the walls of the House of Lamentation with their slimy entrails dripping whitish goo in their wake. Eight spindly legs to each monster, sixteen sinister red eyes, and countless rows of gleaming fangs ready to take a chunk out of anyone who came too close

They managed to get into the house and they chased you and the brothers, but the otaku had tripped over a fallen suit of armor and a spider creature made its move before he could get away

At that point, you’d woken up absolutely terrified and rushed to see if Levi was ok

“But you’ve played horror games with me and we watched My Sister and I Found a Spider and Took It Home, Realizing Soon After it Was a Demon Who Eventually Escaped From the Glass Jar We Used for a House and Ate Our Toes, Transporting Us To Hell Where We Were F-”

“Yeah… I know… B-But it wasn’t that bad. I was reading one of the books Satan recommended. It was a really well-written horror story and it had very realistic pictures. I just can’t seem to get those gross monsters out of my head:(”

Your voice slowly trailed off and Levi realized what he had accomplished

You… You weren’t crying anymore!!

Also, you weren’t breathing really hard or shaking too much! Had… had this yucky otaku really calmed the human down?

*gasp* he was rubbing your back too!? And you hadn’t slapped his icky hands away?

You… you were ok with this? B-Being all snuggled up together on the beanbag chair?

“L-Levi, I-I’m ok now. I’ll leave you alone… I hope I didn’t wake you up…”

“N-No!”

“Something wrong?”

“No… I-um,” (he couldn’t let you get away now! This was perfect! He had you all to himself!! No WAY was he gonna screw this up!!) “You c-can stay a little longer if you’d like… I-I was in the middle of I Was Eating Avocado Salmon Sushi at a Hundred-Yen Revolving Sushi Restaurant When Suddenly I Was Thrown Back in Time a Thousand Years to the Heian Era, Where I Was Selected to Be a Personal Chef for a Princess and Was Later Chosen as a Possible Candidate to Be Her Husband… Now someone Please Tell Me How That’s Even Possible… Do you maybe want to stay and watch?”

“You don’t mind? I don’t want to intrude-”

“No! It’s fine!”

And so he fumbled with the remote and hit the play button, but couldn’t focus on a single word the protagonists were saying

You. Fell. Asleep.

On. Him.

Uh

“Maybe… Maybe MC doesn’t think I’m a… ‘yucky otaku’ after all… But don’t get your hopes up, Levi.”

Satan

He fell asleep in his chair, book resting on his chest when he heard a short, quick (almost frantic) string of taps on his door

Being a light sleeper (just like his papa), he immediately woke up to hear your voice on the other side of the door

“Satan? Are… Are you awake? *sniffle*”

It was you

What could you possibly want at this hour?

Upon opening the door, your body crashed into his own, but not before impulsively throwing your arms around his neck and breaking down on his shoulder

“M-MC? Are you alright?”

No, you weren’t

Judging by your stormy sobs and trembling figure, something must have shaken you up horribly for you to act like this

The sweet MC he knew usually kept their cool

He leads you to his big armchair and sits you down, careful to keep a firm hand on your back for support, both emotional and physical

Your eyes were wide and glassy, pupils darting to each corner of the room looking for monsters, bad demons, giant bugs, etc.

Finding none, you finally make shy eye contact with the blonde demon who has kept his arms close about you and dabbed your endless tears away until you were calm enough to speak

“MC, did you have a night terror or something?”

“*sniffle* M-hm. I-I’m sorry S-Satan, I was just so scared I c-couldn’t stay in my room all alone and you were the first person I thought of. So… I ran here. Did I wake you?”

“I fell asleep in my chair again MC. So I would have awakened during the night anyway,” He replied, “Plus, I don’t mind at all. I’m… I’m happy you came. What was your dream about?”

“It was really twisted… are you sure you want to know?”

“You’ll feel better when you talk about it and I’m always up for a story.” He smiled.

He sat back in his chair tentatively resting your head on his chest as you began describing the terrors from only minutes before

“Asmodeus and I, we watched some of those cringey teen romance movies this afternoon and somehow they morphed into a really scary dream. You and I, the rest of your brothers, the angels, Solomon, Diavolo, and even Barbatos were playing spin the bottle for some reason and I landed on you, but when I kissed you, you turned to dust! Th-Then when I landed on Mammon and Beel, the s-same thing happened again, but no one seemed to notice! Th-”

Noticing you were getting worked up again, Satan rubbed soothing circles into your back, hushing you gently and assuring you that everything was fine and ‘innocent’ kissing games weren’t actually deadly

Unless they were

But he didn’t mention that to you at that moment

Instead, he cradled you in his lap and read to you until your eyelids began to droop once more for some much-needed sleep

Being the good boy he is, he tucked you into his bed

BUT

Before he could walk back to his chair

“Satan, aren’t… aren’t you gonna lay with me?” You ask, tired, sweet voice ringing in his ears, “I-If you don’t mind that is. I mean it is your bed, after all, I didn’t mean t-”

He’s blushing up to his ears at your request, but nonetheless rolls onto the mattress next to you and you snuggle up close and fall asleep almost instantly

“As long as you’re here with me, you’ll be safe MC.”

Asmodeus

Why… Why was he up so early? What was that noise? Wait… Where were you?

He could’ve sworn he fell asleep with you in his arms

Sitting up groggily he looked around after rubbing the crust of sleep from his eyes

Something was moving and whimpering next to him, caught in a snare of fluffy blankets

The fearful cries of “Asmodeus! Oh, Asmo please don’t die! No, no, no, NO!!” broke the sweet demon’s heart

Your ragged breathing turned to a blood-curdling scream and you shot upright, but the blankets blocking your vision increased your tearful unease tenfold and you began struggling even harder against them

Taking action, Asmo tugged at the sheets, doing everything he could to help you

When your face emerged from the heap, you took a great gasp of air and immediately began sobbing your heart out

Asmo paused, knowing it unwise to approach someone who’d just escaped the clutches of a nightmare, but he couldn’t just sit there and stare at you!

Luckily, you chose that moment to look around

Your eyes met his amber ones in the semi-darkness and you tackled him, wrapping him in an impossibly tight hug

“A-ASMO!”

“Darling, wh-”

“Oh my god! I thought I killed you! I r-ruined your pretty face! You just sh-shriveled up a-and-”

“Sweetheart, hey~” He murmured, closing his arms around your back and cradling the back of your head in his hand, “Don’t cry anymore, Asmo’s here…”

His gentle comforting coos as he rocked from side to side brought your tears to a halt and soon you were able to look him in the face

Your glassy, frightened eyes had almost a look of reverence when you ever so slightly cupped your palm over his cheek, afraid he would crumble away at your caress once more

When he didn’t, you let out a shaky sigh of relief and visibly relaxed; shoving your face in his shoulder and wrapping your legs and arms around him so he couldn’t escape

It was quiet for a moment

Asmodeus settled his forearms around your waist and said

“Dearest, are you alright?”

“I… I don’t know.”  You fisted his shirt in your palms and looked at him, “That was a really vivid one.”

“Tell me what it was about!” He smiled sympathetically and stroked your cheek, “I have bad dreams sometimes too, MC. If you tell me yours I’ll tell you a few of mii-iiine!”

You couldn’t help but crack a small grin as his sweet tone and nod

“Yesterday Beel told me about the one time he touched Satan’s favorite plant. He’d seen Satan pet the stalk and petals before and he wanted to do it too. (Satan is a plant dad, fight me) But when he touched it, it shriveled up and died on the spot. I… I had a dream where I touched you and you shriveled up! I tried to help you, but every time I touched you, you screamed in pain! Then… Then you died in my arms and I woke up.”

:(

You clung to the demon as he moved, lost in thought. Settling back into the abundant pillows and tugging a sheet over your shoulders, he began to speak

“That sounds absolutely terrifying! What would you do without me?”

“Asmo…”

“I’m kidding, I’m kidding!” He nuzzled your cheek and hugged you tighter, “Why don’t we find a way to help you forget about it? I have a couple of suggestions… if you’d like to hear them~”

Beelzebub

He’d only been gone for a minute… or four… maybe five…? Right?

Why were you writhing around like that? You sounded like a lost little puppy and… were those tears?

“MC? Are you awake?”

No reply, just your continued whines of discontent and a steady stream of tears soaking the pillow

He dropped his snacks on the floor and carefully knelt on the edge of the mattress, putting a gentle hand on your forehead

Lucifer used to do that when he was sick, long ago when they still lived in the celestial realm. Maybe it would help you? Somehow? Hopefully?

The strangled sob that fell from your lips as you forced his hand away broke his big heart in two

Hold on, your eyes were closed! Wait, you were having a bad dream!

Throwing all caution to the wind (and not knowing the consequences of waking someone in this state) and began shaking you rather roughly, scaring you awake and making you bonk heads when you sat up too quickly

Now you were crying for more reasons than one

Your head hurt, two big scary hands had your shoulders in a tight grip, there was a large figure looming over you in the dark, your dream was still raging and replaying in your head, and it was really dark and uncomfortably warm

Even in the dim light, Beel witnessed the look of pure terror that crossed your face

You thought his heart was broken? Well it just fucking shattered

You were scared? Of him?

“MC, it’s just me! Don’t be afraid!”

He’d woken you up, but apparently he’d only made things worse…

Beel is vewy sowwy :(

Those lovely amethyst eyes…

“B… Beeley?”

“MC? I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you, I didn-”

You silence the ginger demon by throwing yourself into his arms in unparalleled relief, afraid you hadn’t really woken up and the shadow of your favorite brother was just MC’s Nightmare, Continued

Happy you’re in his arms, he squeezes back with all his might and burying his face in your shoulder

“I just had the worst nightmare Beel. I’m so happy you’re here…” You murmur, wiping your nose on your sleeve.

“Is your head ok?”

“M-hm.”

The pair of you sit in comfortable silence for a few moments, Beel offers you a tissue to dry your face, but you can’t seem to stop crying

“MC, maybe if you told me about it, you’d feel better!”

His sweet, honest smile made you melt

But the contents of your dream… You looked guiltily toward the bed on the other side of the room where you knew the Avatar of Sloth was sleeping peacefully

“You… You promise not to tell Belphie?”

“What do you mean?”

“W-Well I dreamt about that time… you know… when he killed me? He gave me a hug before bed like he always does a-and I love Belphie’s hugs but I can’t help but think about... that. I feel bad, it’s the same as holding a grudge! I’m sorry Beel.”

*insert pikachu face meme* = beel

“Why are you apologizing? It’s not your fault you had the dream.”

“I know… I feel bad though. Did I wake you up?” You ask, changing the subject.

“Nuh-uh. I was already up grabbing snacks.” He pointed to the untidy pile a few feet away. “Maybe some TSL and food will bring your smile back. Don’t worry about your dream MC, the secret is safe with me. Plus, you’re only human and I guess being killed would be really scary for you. I didn’t protect you that time, but if anyone ever tries to hurt you again, I’ll be there before you can say Burgers from Akuzon, ok?”

The smile lifts your lips before he finishes his sentence warms his heart and puts a happy smile on his own as you give him a final squeeze and whisper

“Thanks a lot, Beeley.”

Belphegor

It is said the Avatar of Sloth could sleep through anything, even the loudest storm and the echoes of 4th of July from the human world

But when the precious human cuddled up in his arms every night begins to move around and/or whimper in fear, Belphegor is awake in minutes only to find you squirming away from him and begging to some invisible entity “Just… Just d-don’t hurt them! I’m sorry, I’m so, so sorry, please don’t hurt me I-”

The seventh born is squeezing your hand and whispering encouragement in your ear, telling you you’re safe and that it’s just a dream

Slowly opening your eyes you look around, still terrified and jumpy from your vision, but the warm hand intertwined with yours and the comforting arm around your back, plus the familiar scents of the twins’ room slowly bring you back to reality

“MC?”

“Belphie? I-Is that you?”

“Who else would it be, dummy.”

You ignore the half hearted insult and bury your face in his chest, allowing your heart to reach a normal pace and his natural scent and warmth to wash over you

“Tell me about it. Sounded pretty scary.”

“I’m sorry for waking you up Belphie, I know how you hate losing sleep…”

“Just… Be quiet and tell me your dream!”

“S-Sorry… Um, so I didn’t know you too well yet and an angel came and took the precious grimoire, but me and Beel were caught up in it and there was this whole thing with Purgatory Hall and Luke and-”

“Your stories can put me right to bed you know that? Anyway, so what happened? Did Lucifer tear the angel’s head off?” He looked rather hopeful…

“Of course not! Lucifer was gonna make me choose who I wanted to save, either Beel or Luke and I didn’t want either of them to get hurt so I said ‘both’ and Lucifer got really mad and scary and in my dream he ended up hurting Luke and Beel and he would’ve gotten me if you hadn’t woken me up.”

“You’re welcome.”

“... *sigh* Thanks for listening Belphie.”

With a sigh of his own, he pulled you into his arms, resting his chin on your shoulder

“It was just a dream. You don’t have to be afraid, you know. I’m right here for you. Always.”

“Aww, than-”

“Forget I said that! Shut up and go to sleep!”

#obey me! #obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me! shall we date? #obey me lucifer #lucifer obey me #lucifer x reader obey me #obey me mammon #mammon obey me #mammon x reader #mammon x reader obey me #obey me levi #obey me leviathan #levi obey me #leviathan obey me #leviathan x reader #leviathan x reader obey me #obey me satan #satan obey me #satan x reader #satan x reader obey me #obey me asmo #obey me asmodeus #asmodeus #obey me beel #obey me beelzebub #beel x reader #obey me belphie #obey me belphegor #belphegor

[whumpasaurus101]

Five Past Three

Oki ik i said i was on a writing break but uhmmmmm feck that :) here is some Pheonix content BC THE POOR BEBE HAS BEEN NEGLECTED OMG!!! SO here is some backstory shenanigans that are sorta important to know heheh 👀

CW: drug use (not in too much detail but oc is high.) / i cant think of anything else BUT if i missed anything plz plz plzzzz lmk!!!!!

masterlist

Pheonix collapsed to the ground with a grunt. His whole body was tingling, almost numb. He felt as if everyone in the world was watching him. He lifted his head, no one.

The wind blew more, making Pheonix shiver.

He could still feel the pounding of the nightclub’s music in his head. Not the one he worked at, oh no no, he wouldn't get high at the place he worked at.

He scrambled in his pocket with numb fingers, trying his best to take out his phone. He tried to put in his passcode, 1-7-8-5, try again, 1-4-5-6, try again “FUCK!” Pheonix yelled, throwing his phone across the car park, hearing it crack against the concrete.

“Who’s there?” Came a voice. Pheonix curled up more in on himself. “Son, are you alright?” Phoenix's head snapped up to see an old man standing in front of him. His vision was shaking as he tried to focus in on the man. He could hear him talking but he couldn't understand! He sounded so far away, yet, he was just about a meter away.

“Hey -ah! Ya reak, boy! What did you take?!”

“Wh-what time is it?” Pheonix’s shaky voice asked. “It's five past three in the mornin’, lad. Now, are ya gonna answer my question?” Pheonix shook his head. No. To be fully honest, Pheonix didn’t know himself. He shouldn't have been so reckless! How did he even get in the carpark? He didn't remember walking here.

“This is dangerous! Someone coulda just picked you from the streets and- well, God knows what would happen! You're lucky I saw ya, lad.” His phone! That's what he was doing! “C-could you pass me my phone please, it-it's over there.” The man looked at him, confused at first before he saw the phone lying there. He strolled over and picked it up, studying the cracked screen.

The lock screen came on and the man could see some notifications. Ten missed calls from Sammy, a bunch of text messages from Sammy too and then just some regular notifications. “Well, it seems as if someone is worried about you, ya better call them back before they go absolutely mad lookin’ for ya, ay?”

Pheonix just held out his hand for the phone before asking again, “What time is it?” The man huffed, “Lad, you just asked, it's still five past three.” Pheonix’s eyebrows furrowed, “N-no, you told me that ages ago, th-the- I-”

“Shhh, it's alright, relax yourself.” He passed Pheonix’s phone over and pointed at the time, “See?” He asked in a gentle voice. Pheonix nodded as he saw the numbers through tear-filled eyes.

“I-I- yes, I’m sorry-” “Hey, no need. Now, how about you ring your friend there and we can sort out how we can get ya home. How does that sound?” Pheonix nodded as he tried to put in his passcode once more. His hands were shaking violently as his numb fingers attempted to key in the numbers. Please try again.

“Here, how about I’ll put it in for you and you can do the talking, aye?” Pheonix nodded, “The uh, the passcode is 1-4-5-2. The man put in the code and Pheonix’s phone unlocked. The man opened the phone app and pressed the contact ‘Sammy’. It only took one ring until Sammy’s desperate voice was heard, “Pheonix?!? Pheonix are you okay?! God I'm gonna kill you if I haven't already died from a heart attack!" Pheonix chuckled slowly, " ‘m okay Sammy. Well, kinda. Theres a uh,, a man with me.”

“WHAT?! PHEONIX PUT ME ON SPEAKER RIGHT NOW!”

“Ay, it's okay, he’s makin’ it sound a lot worse than it is,” The man chuckled. Pheonix laughed, almost falling from his sitting position. “It's alright, my name is Hudson Wheeler, I’ll share the location where we are now. I was walkin’ back to my car when I saw your friend here, someone must have roofied him.. Unless he took the drugs himself. Although, I haven't gotten much chat from him.”

Sammy’s breathing was heavy on the other line as he tried to decide whether to believe it. “Alright, alright, stay on the call and send me your location right now.” Hudson went into messages and selected the button to share the location, he waited for a moment before asking, “Have you got it?”

“Yeah, yeah. Jesus Christ, Pheonix. Alright, how long can you stay with him for, Hudson?”

“As long as you need. You know, I can bring him anywhere if you need me to?”

“No, no, sorry, but no. I- I’ll collect him but it might take me a little while.”

“That's alright. No worries, I have all the time in the world.” Sammy let out a sigh of relief, “Uhm, thank you. Thanks for helping him and I’m sorry I was salty at the start. He’s just, well we've had some bad experiences when it comes to this stuff in the past.”

“Hey, it's all good! You're a great friend.”

“See you sooooon Ssssssammmmyyyyy,” Pheonix laughed.

“Mhm… see you soon.”

Sammy hung up and Hudson looked at Pheonix, shaking his head and chuckled.

Sammy rushed out to the driveway of their house and quickly hopped into his car, keys, wallet, water, phone. That's everything, they thought. They quickly turned on the engine and reversed out of the driveway. They pulled up a map on their phone and followed the directions that came up on the screen.

They put the volume of the radio on full volume and drove. He knew he was driving over the speed limit but he had to get to his friend. They had to. Their foot pressed down on the excelerator more than intended but they didn't notice.

They didn't notice until police sirens started to blare. “No! SHIT!” They slammed the steering wheel with all his force, making their palms turn red. They thought about just speeding and avoiding the police, but he had enough things that they could get caught for than that.

They growled and pulled over, running a hand through their hair. A policeman came over and tapped on the window. Sammy blew out a huff of air and pulled down the window, “Hey officer.”

The officer shone a flashlight into the car, making Sammy wince and cover their eyes. “HEY! Hands up slowly, no sudden movements.” “I'm s-sorry officer!”

“It's alright, now, do you know why I pulled you over?” The officer’s thick Southern accent spoke. “I'm sorry, I was going way above the speed limit, I just- I wasn't thinking, I just-” “Hey, hey, hey, no need to get wound up now alright?” Sammy nodded. “Alright, and where are you going to?”

Sammy thought for a moment, they couldn't give away too much. Pheonix had taken drugs. The last thing Sammy would want is their friend to get arrested!! “I uhm, I'm just going to pick up my friend.” “Mhmm, alright. Listen, you seem like a good person, although I am quite curious why you're out this late, but listen. Drive slower and focus, got it?” Sammy nodded quickly, “Y-yes officer, thank you so much officer, I promise it won’t happen again.” The police officer chuckled slightly, “It's alright, safe drive.” “You too.”

The officer patted the window and smiled and Sammy drove off. Slow, slow, easy, calm, relax. They looked to the map, fifteen minutes.

Hudson looked over to Pheonix who was now lying on the ground, eyes wide as he looked up at night sky. Tears streamed down his face. “Hey now, why are you crying?” Pheonix licked his dry lips and shrugged. He could see streaks of pink and green in the sky, he guessed Hudson couldn't see them.

Hudson dug into his backpack, “Ah, I knew I had it!” He took out a water bottle, “Here, sit up.” He supported Pheonix’s back and helped him sit up. He brought the water bottle to Pheonix’s lips and gently tipped the water.

Pheonix was fully leaning against Hudson for support. He gulped the water quickly and whined as Hudson took the bottle away. “Hey, I cant have ya gettin sick alright?” Pheonix whined but nodded. He then turned his body with a groan and cuddled into Hudson as he shivered.

Hudson sighed as he looked at Pheonix, “What are ya doin’ to yourself, lad?” He shielded his eyes as bright lights suddenly shone. “Looks like your friend is here. Hey, wake up.” Hudson slowly stood up, carrying Pheonix by the shoulders with him.

Sammy rushed out of their car and dashed over to Pheonix, “Oh my god, Pheonix, you idiot! Here, can you help me get him into the car please?” “Of course.”

The pair guided Pheonix to the backseat and laid him across the back. Sammy closed the door and sighed. Hudson gave him a sympathetic smile. “Thank you, thank you so much.”

“Of course, my pleasure. I would tell you ways to help him sober up, but I'm guessing this isn't your first rodeo,” He chuckled slightly.

Sammy huffed, “No, can't say it is. But seriously, thank you. Listen, this is all I got but please take it,” Sammy handed a fifty dollar bill to Hudson. “No, hey, that's not necessary at all!”

“No, no, please take it.”

Hudson sighed and took it, “Thank you.”

“Can I give you a lift back home at all?” Hudson smiled, “Oh that's so kind, my car is actually only five minutes away but thank you.”

“Of course -no of course.”

“Well, you better get that laddo home, hm?” “Yes, yes. Thank you.”

Sammy got back into the driver’s seat and turned on the engine. They looked in the mirror and saw Pheonix asleep. They smiled and closed his eyes for a moment. No, no, get home and then sleep. They widened his eyes and put their hands back on the steering wheel.

The drive home was fine. Sammy didn't play the radio to ensure Pheonix could rest. They kept at the right speed too, they couldn't get pulled over again. They yawned and blinked hard for a few moments.

Once the car pulled into the driveway, Sammy helped Pheonix into their house. Pheonix groaned but Sammy ignored him, “Hey, none of that now. Cmon, let's get you to your room.”

They tucked Pheonix into the guest room’s bed and left a basin on the ground just incase. “Rest up,” they whispered. “G’niiiiiiiiiight,” Pheonix chuckled.

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#Pheonix #Hudson #Sammy #tw: drugs #two caretakers #writing #my writing #whump writing #(not really whumpy though jkhfjkf) #backstory #also im really sorry if there are typosssssss

[rosalee208]

You know you can be a kid and a big...... I repeat very big idiot sometimes" Ryan suddenly started to talk while he and rose was visiting a friend's house. Rose was a little surprised at his sudden change of behavior. Did she do something to tick him off? What she didn't expect was for him to stand up and come to her and getting on his one knee in front of her. " We fight a lot. We bicker. We are like at each other's throat most of the time. You make me go crazy. Both good and a bad way. Yet I can't find it in me to want to let you go." He paused a little smiling at her. " You are stubborn and really wild. To be around you is like taking care of a baby. You are impulsive and crazy. Still I don't know why but I don't want to lose you at all." He chuckled looking at her. She stood there with her mouth open as if seen a ghost. Her eyes were beginning to become teary as if still not getting what was about to happen. " So....... Rose..... Or should I formally call you Rosalie Anders........ Will you..... Make me the happiest man by becoming my wife?" He finally asked the question as he took out the small box from his pocket to show her the ring.

Rose couldn't form any words inside her head all she did was nod her head as tears ran down along her cheeks. " Yess" She whispered again and again. " Yessssssssssss I will marry you" This time she screamed with joy.

[BIU] That's when Forever Started.

[B] Five Month is Very Little Time!!!!!!!

Only five month before the big event and so much to do. Rose was going nuts. Five month is not enough time. To plan a wedding. No wonder she is becoming a bridezilla. She was sitting on the floor of their living room with a parchment and ink. "Ok you can do it Rose. Make a list of the things you need to do" She said to herself as she motivated her not to have a breakdown. Ryan was not home. Even if he was he wouldn't be much help that's for sure.

[U]LIST

1. Wedding venue booking

2. Reception venue booking

3. Flower and decorations

4. The cake

5. The dresses

6. Bridesmaid dress hunting

7. Finding shoes to go with the dresses.

Making a list of the guests.

8. Buying wedding accessories

9. See a wedding planner.

10. Make sure to send Ryan to go for a fitting for his suit.

11. Buying his ring.

"Ughhhhhh this is hard" Rose groaned as she thought of what else she had to do but didn't find anything else. "I guess that has to do then" She then got up and went to their bedroom. She made a list of the bridesmaids. " I better go dress shopping soon or I would end up having no dress to wear at the wedding. Rose sighed. All this planning is making her tired. She picked up her phone and searched for a wedding planner. She can't do this alone.

Two weeks has been gone Rose has been very busy. She had to make a list for her bridesmaid group. It was actually easy as she didn't have much friend. She had contacted with a planner. They have been doing a lot of planning. The toughest part is to find a perfect place for the wedding. Rose had work today and she had to be on her feet for the whole time. By the time she came back home her feet was aching.

Rose and Ryan have met with the planner. Ryan was actually worried about his finace. He knows how annoyingly perfectionist Rose can be and that both annoyed him and amazed him.

Rose was going through the list of what to do today. "Love you need to go out with Feng and Jianyu for your Tuxedo shopping. Don't forget it. And plz bring me some takeout and my ice cream. " Rose gave her instructions without even looking up from the list. Ryan nodded smiling lovingly even though she couldn't see.

[U]At the dress shopping

The girls and Rose were really excited today. " Girls go pick out the dresses you like. I'll go look for something too." Rose said with a smile. " Make sure to get something that will make Ryan go crazy! " Misty teased Rose making her blush. Rose just laughed and went to go look for something that she liked. Too many options. She wanted something simple but something that suited her. One dress caught her eyes and she immediately knew that was the one.

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Two months till the wedding. Rose was currently in bed curled up as she slept soundly like a baby kitten. Ryan got home and found her that way and a smile unknowingly made its way to his face. Ryan made sure not to make any sound as he moved closer to the bed and pulled the blanket up tucking it around her. " Rest love. You are working too much kitten" He softly said and leaned in to gently kiss her forehead.

"What do you mean by the flowers can't be delivered in time!!!!!! I told you to check with them earlier!!!! How can they just suddenly say that they can't do it?!!!! Just....... Never mind....... " Rose let out a frustrated sigh as she hung up on the phone. "What's wrong babe? " Ryan asked hugging her from behind. " They can't send this many flowers in time" Rose said ready to cry any moment because of how helpless she felt. Ryan made her turn so he could see her face. " We can always use magic love" He chuckled. " I know....... But I wanted to do everything without magic " She pouted. " Don't worry everything will be ok" He smiled and gave a gentle kiss on her lips.

One month before the wedding. Rose found out she was pregnant two weeks ago. Ryan wouldn't let her do much work anymore after finding out. He made sure she was resting properly, eating and not stressing. Rose loved how caring and protective he was of her. Almost all the preparations were coming along nicely. The venue was booked. The menu was set. The cake was decided. Dress shopping was done only needed a final fitting. Rose sighed happily as she layed down on their bed thinking about everything and how this all started.

A week before the wedding. Rose was nervous. She was feeling scared. What if the venue isn't decorated nicely the way she wanted, what if she doesn't fit in her dress.... She did gain a little weight because of all the pampering she received. What if the priest gets struck with lightning and dies? So many what if's. The worst of them was what if Ryan changes his mind and thinks she isn't the one for him. She is hella sure she doesn't deserve someone like him. He is too perfect. And she is nothing special, just an average girl. What will she do if he leaves her now? She was emotionally a mess. She was really excited to get married but on the other hand she was terrified of these what if's. Ryan could easily read her like a book. One look at her and he k ew what was going on in that head of hers. " Everything is going to be ok. You have me here with you. I'm not going to leave. We are going to be a married couple in a week from now ok. Our forever is going to start soon. I love you and nothing is going to change that" He said and pulled her closer to him. " I love you my future wifey"

                               THE END

[splendidshinobi]

FULLMETAL ALCHEMIST 2003 LIVE REACT: EPISODES 21-25

almost halfway done lads how we feelin'

episode 21: the red glow

ah yes barry

"i'm alphonse elric!!!!!" yes u r baby!!!

who just popped over the wall

scar im assuming

"i kill therefore i am".....barry spouting descartes rn

it was scar haha

um

hi greed

thought i saw you earlier

WHY DID THEY DRAW HIS ARMS THAT LONG

ope he found the chimera crew...

jerry jewell's evil laugh gets me every time lmao he's so great

ed has deep philosophical talks bro

also ed is chaotic but his personal morals are unshakeable

who are these prison guards gonna release

oh hey kimblee

oh hey squad

ed take out ur pokeball

um wth is that

OH MY GOD TUCKER WHAT

EW

I THOUGHT IT WAS A GIANT YODA OR A SWAMP MONSTER

he looks FUCKKEDDDD

bro of all the things i was not expecting him

oof ishval flashbacks

young scar why is your hair brown

why is it white now

WHY IS HE NAKED

whos her

lust 1.0 im assuming

ew omg tucker is literally so fuckin nasty lookin idk

idk why but he's worse than rod reiss titan for me

wait a damn minute

wait a damn fucking minute

goddamnit

what is GOIN ON

i need tucker to stop whispering he sounds like fucking voldemort on the back of quirrells head

jesus

episode 22: created human

hughes' pajamas look like armin's futon from aot junior high

the bad place???? was that greed's prison gluttony was lookin at?

im still shook af over tucker and tbh its been like 24 hours since i watched episode 21

STOP WHISPERING TUCKER

driving me up a wall

my poor son looks so tired :(

those moral principles at it again

bradley.......

ewww the way tucker walks STOP

hi envy!!!!!

so all of those prisoner guys gonna get flattened by some alchemy

hey kimblee!!!

so did greed escape with the homies???? cause i feel like he would have made his presence known already....

i feel like im missing a lot because im a ding dong

musty prison kimblee is kinda...hot....physically speaking..oops..personality wise obviously there's MUCH to work on

so envy knows hohenheim

ED BABY

he won't do it

oh no alphonse

oh god memory implants

al's identity crisis CONTINUES

they wanna become humans??? huh....doesnt really make sense for their characters...(maybe envy but more on that at 11)

is ed gonna kill these guys for al

some1!!!!!! hold!!!!! me!!!! im so stressed

is he pretending to do it and he's got another plan up his sleeve!!!!????

honestly he's so depressed i cant even tell

those unshakable moral principles at work again i see

the red water can turn ed into a god???? wtf ed doesnt want to be a god he wants to punch god

oh theres the greed squad! i found them!!! is kimblee joining up with them

maria girly!!!!!!!

THE HOMUNCULI IN THEIR STUPID UNIFORMS I--

who's the lady. i need 2 know.

episode 23: fullmetal heart

alphonse is destroyed again

poor kid

"edward sir" brosh pls!!!

oh excuse me--- ***Bloch

The Ross Slap™

winry <3

pinako takes no prisoners

ed didnt you JUST tell brosh and ross they might be right that you needed to trust adults with more shit and now youre blowing off hughes

ed's DRAWINGS im-

hi sig hi izumi!!!

al is so sad over there in that corner

poor baby son

sometimes i feel like hughes and mustang are ed and al's divorced dads

the little arakawa avatar cows in the back im CRYING!!!!!!!

“bean”

snappy al

ooffffffff

omg hughes plz

elicia is precious though we love her

"dad's friend the bookworm" omg sheska

awwww gracia made edward a cake!!!!!!!

god catch me cryin in the club

CONGRATULATIONS

"whatever" al im crying he's so sad

AL MADE BROSH OR WHOEVER CARRY HIS DESTROYED ARMOR TO THE ROOF IM ACTUALLY YELLING

"you goof"

yes winry you are correct boy is a goof

sir you are being so dramatic

give that baby a hug

"so called brother"

so we all know that was a knife through the heart for ed

al just jumped off a FUCKING ROOF and ED TRIED TO FOLLOW

so im crying

i liked this better when they HAD A CONVERSATION ABOUT AL'S FEARS AND MADE THE FUCK UP

episode 24: bonding memories

guess we're gonna play w my emotions again

sometimes like....one bit characters talk...like villager b ya know? and im like who are you i know that voice

so the nasty military has come to ruin some lives again

and barry for some reason

aww poor al

youre real you are!!!!!!

i just feel like people would know people that wear sunglasses in the rain would be ishvalan

but what do i know

obviously they dont have the white hair thing in this version

poor ed is so sad

these boys need a hug 

let me just *pulls out adoption papers*

well if scar doesnt have queen mei to adopt in 03, he’s got this little toothless boy

dont lie al you do care

ew i dont like her

the drama of this boy

so the nasty military has come to ruin some lives again part 2

apparently they are *mercenaries??? excuse me

i have some questions regarding this kid’s mom

well you know i can see why this kid feels this way about his mom

it does look like she ran off...

al and scar dream team up

HEY ED!!! HEY WINRY!!!

bout time

yall gonna have this talk now????

barry STOPPPPPP

brotherhood barry is the true king there i said it

damn scar you baddie

barry like....you already knew him

anyway

WHAT THE HELL

NO RICKKK!!!!!!

someone save this boy!!!!

oh good his mom “saved” him

ah damn thats pretty tragic

she didnt know they were right in front of her

ow

well my questions were answered

so she attacks with grape fanta. thats one way to do it

ed looks like such an angry gremlin right now this is a heartwarming moment sir please

why are ed and scar being so civil right now this is so weird

bye scar

we’ll see him again

see you later scar

episode 25: words of farewell

maes who let you buy that awful pink suit 

gracia please it better not have been you

mustang ew please

dont open the door lookin like that

what the hell are you doing in here 

so hughes WASNT in ishval here?

i think that takes a lot away from his character but anyway

bradley hangs around like a creep at every possible instant

why would bradley care about ishvalan refugees like hughes cmon

“unspeakable crimes” BRADLEY YOU LITERALLY CANNOT TALK

juliet douglas is this lady’s name

only took me 1000 episodes to figure that out

ED AND AL??? NOT DEALING WITH DANGEROUS THINGS??????? dont make me laugh assholes theyre lying thru their teeth

izumi time lets go

wow we’re still going to rush valley? wasnt really expecting that tbh

elicia i LOVE you!!!!!

ew kimblee “hi”

how did he lightning himself like that

if i were ishvalan i would not go to the south....yet ANOTHER war torn region of amestris but ok

okay

an amestrian desert biker gang rolled up to wreak havoc

HUGHES AHAHAHA 

tbh i wouldnt want to tell roy anything either stupid bitch

anyway

um why do i feel like its hughes’ death episode

he would not be shown tucking elicia in to bed otherwise 

please im not ready to be hurt again

oh no

yeah he just learned something about our girl juliet

ive been waiting for this information 

he’s gonna die before we learn anything helpful

yupppppp

hey lust figured you’d show up sooner or later

i too wish i could look that sexy pulling a kunai out of my forehead

SLOTH????????

did girly just say SLOTH

i- nothing about her seems particularly slothy but ok

u know what!!!!!!!!!!!!

ENVY HEYYY

DUMBASS ROY JUST HAAAAAD TO LEAVE

haha famous last words

oof it hurts every time

not the FUNERAL scene no!

time for me to go 

peace out homies im dead inside

yes my brigadier general 

NOT THE RAIN

COME ONNNNNN

hughes is sneezing six feet under

was ed supposed to be looking at hughes’ ghost

um....right

#carol watches fma03 #carol's remaining brain cells #fullmetal alchemist #fma 03 #zoo wee freaking mama #thoughts i have THOUGHTS

[britishchick09]

sherlock s2 ep 1 livewatch

welcome to a new (cumber)batch of eps! i’m excited to see all the iconic moments in this one :D

i haven’t even played the dvd yet and it’s glorious :’)

ooh it starts with a ‘previously’!!!

JIM MOIARTY HIIII!!!! :D

moiarty is amazing (and this recap is so dramatic!)

OMG SHERLOCK NECK FRECKLE! :o

also seeing the old channel 8 logo in the corner is so cool! :D

HOLD UP why is bee gees playing

IS MOIARTY A BEE GEES FAN???

‘staying alive’ lol funny since he’s about to get shot :D

moiarty: “SAY THAT AGAIN!!!!!” say that again QUIETER MOIARTY GEEZ

and he just walks away!!!

shoe sherlock cool

sherlock 2 NOW

oh no it’s irene alder...

masterpiece INTRO YAAAASSSSSS!!!!!!!!!!!!

me watching sherlock be like:

the masterpiece trust is just rich people cool

omg the viking river cruises spon is the same as today! :D

woah they’re playing a movie trailer! :o

it’s a british movie obviously and i’ve never heard of it OBVIOUSLY

the scottish host guy is talking and i love it :D

host: “his mind has more apps than an iphone” lol

“a series of his three most famous cases begins! are you ready?” HECK YEAH LET’S GOOOO!!!!!!

YAS the blog scene!

sherlock: “what are you typing?” john: “a blog... about us”

lady: “i think my husband is having an affair.” sherlock: “yes”

sherlock thinks cases are boring except

sherlock ‘cases don’t need titles’ holmes

WOAH SHERLOCK JUST TOLD A LITTLE GIRL THAT DEAD PEOPLE BURN :o

lestrade: “any ideas?” john: “eight so far” wowza :o

sherlock ‘don’t mention the unsolved cases’ holmes

glasseslock!!!!! :D

eyyyyyyyy ;D

people want pics of sherlock and john do johnlockers exist in this universe? :o

lol :D

irene is seductively putting her hand on lockie’s newspaper pic ewww :(

mrs. hudson hates the fridge

THUMBS IN THE FRIDGE FRIDGE THUMBS

mrs. hudson: “BOYS YOU’VE GOT ANOTHER ONE!!!’ *insert meme here*

ooh it spins into a flashback!

OMG JOHNLOCK VID CHAT!!!!

sherlock’s in the sheet! :o

*phone rings* sherlock: SHUT. UP!!!!” lol :D

john’s holding his laptop around lol :D

john: ‘there’s a mute button and i will use it” aka the 2020 president debates

woah some random guys are in lockie’s house and john needs a helicopter what’s up with that????

BUCKINGHAM PALACE YAAAASSS!!!!!!!

john looks under...

giggly!!!!!

♥

mycroft is the queen now

BOI LOCKIE’S LIKE ‘what for?’ TO PUT PANTS ON OMMGGGGGGG

john smol be like :o

guy: “mr holmes the younger”

LOCK BUTT LOCK BUTT NOOOOOOO

john be like o///o ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) 

o lockie’s’s in clothes again :/

mycroft doesn’t trust the secret service welcome to america

:(

i don’t like irene not because there’s apparently a thing between her and sherlock but because she’s a bit creepy!

THERE LIKE THAT!

sherlock: “photographs of whom?” ooh how fancy

sherlock: “laters!!” lol! :D

irene’s friend is named kate like channel 8 being called ‘kaet’! :D

fashionista! :o

yes this is ‘the right armor’ lockie

john: “you didn’t even change your clothes!” lol :D

sherlock: “go on punch me in the face” lol :D

watson: “i always hear ‘punch me in the face’ when you’re speaking in subtext” ...wut o_O

WORST BATTLE DRESS EVER NNNOPE IMMA HEAD OUT

are sherlock and irene being shipped because they were naked in the same up

irene: “i could cut myself slapping your face” louise belcher wants your number

bi john when he sees irene: o///o “...i’ve missed something haven’t i?”

sherlock isn’t affected by naked irene thus i headcanon him as aro/ace (or even demi/ace in john’s case like my own holmes character) thank you and good night

irene just sits her bare butt on the chair why

JOHN SISTER NANI???? :o

also this font is so basic WHY LOCKIE

irene: “somebody loves you” *glances at john* ok i like her a tad she gets it ;)

john: “put something on, please. like.. a napkin?” lol :D

irene’s like ‘why’ JUS LIKE SHERLOCK BUT I SHALL NOT SHIP THIS SHIP THE SHOW IS TRYING TO SHIP

also john giggles at naked sherlock and is like ‘plz no’ with naked irene (although i would be too that lady is OUT THERE)

ooh antiques roadshow! :D

also she’s dressed like lockie NO

irene: “brainy is the new sexy” plz no :(

she took her clothes off ‘to make an impression’ yep

WAIT  they were just outside now they’re back in wut???

irene was born in the 80s cool :D

WOAH why are there more guy with guns?

and *le gasp* AN AMERICAN????

DON’T SHOOT JOHN AMERICAN!!!

ooh what was the code? :o

EPIC SLOW MO FIGHT YOOOOOO

DANNNNG IRENE JUS GUN SMACKED A GUY

sherlock just flipped a phone LIKE A FLIP PHONE OHHHH

irene is number 1 sherlock fan besides john confirmed

at first i thought it was a fandom phrase but it’s not! :o

WHY DID IRENE JUST PUNCH SHERLOCK

SHE’S WHIPPING HIM????

this reminds me of a certain sw ship... :(

yeah i don’t ship them AT ALLLLLL NOW

the key code is irene’s measurements DOES SHE MEAN...

the camera’s spinning FLASHBACK???

woah are they in the case?? this could be sherlock’s mind palace!

irene: “you got that just from one look? definitely the new sexy” NONONONONOO

outside bed

awww sweet bby ;)

did john tuck him in?

CRAP it was ireneeeeee >:(

the way she says ‘hush now it’s ok...’ is like count olaf in the hostile hospital when he drugs violet :o

LOCKIE’S FIRST WORDS WHEN WAKING UP WHERE JOHN awwww :D

OMG DID JOHN REALLY TUCK HIM IN awwww!!!!!!! ♥

lestrade filmed loopy sherlock lol :D

john: “ahhh back to bed!” awww :)

sherlock: “iiii’m fine i’m absolutely fine!!!’ drugged sherlock is a treasure ♥

sherlock: ”why would i need you?” john: “no reason at all” :)

ew was that an irene phone moan gross

DID SHERLOCK CHANGE HIS TEXT NOTIF TO THAT???

mrs. hudson: “family is all we have in the end, mycroft holmes!” mycroft: “oh shut up, mrs. hudson!” john: “my-“ sherlock: “MYCROFT!!!!” lol :D

mrs. hudson: “it’s a bit rude that noise isn’t it?” indeed!!

sherlock: “you can follow her on twitter” TWITTER IN THE HOLMESVERSE????

sherlock: “there’s more! much more” but wait... THERE’S MORE!

LOCKIE VIOLIN!!!!! :D

THE CHRISTMAS THING WASN’T A FAN MANIP HOLY YAS!!!!!!!! :D

cool sweater john!!! :D

:D

molly: ‘having christmas drinkies then?” wallace wants walkies thank you very much

john: “she’s off the booze!” sherlock: “nnnope” john: “shut up sherlock” lol

john to sherlock: ‘take a day off” lockie doesn’t know the concept mr doc

DID SHERLOCK NAME MOLLY CRY???? :o

HE KISSED HER????

sherlock still has the irene moan after all this time WHY

finding irene on christmas coolio :D

molly: “how did sherlock recognize her by... without her face?” ;)

sherlock smoking bad >:(

WOAH IS IRENE DEAD?????

VIOLIN YAS!!!! :D

smiley smiley :)

awww sherlock plucked a bit :)

OH CRAP IRENE’S BACC

john: “you flirted with sherlock holmes? “someone jellyyyy ;)

OOHH THIS IS THE IRENE JOHNLOCK SCEEENE!!!!!!! :D

irene: “you jealous?” john: “we’re not a couple!” irene: “yes you are.” ;)

john: “i’m not actually gay” irene: “well i am” IRENE LESBIAN GOOD!!!!

irene: “look at us both” (or perhaps bi like john could be...?)

biiiiiig door creak

UGH american... >:(

someone comfort mrs. hudson!! :(

sherlock: “take away your boys. it makes up for too much stupid in the room” he’s surrounded by idiots...

OMG SHERLOCK PEPPER SPRAYYY

awww he’s comforting mrs. hudson :)

john comfort! ♥

the guy’s tied up like the foody moody in bob’s burgers cool :D

awww mrs. hudson’s in shock :(

sherlock: “mrs. hudson leaving baker street? england would fall!” awww! :D

john says ‘alive’ like an irish guy :D

OMG IT’S NEW YEAR!!!!

happy violin new year! :D

sherlock’s xraying a phone lol

john said ‘in your bedroom’ BUT IT’S HIS AND SHERLOCK’S

and irene’s! :o

sherlock: “who wants to kill you?” irene: “killers” lol :D

sherlock said ‘the strand’!!!! :D

irene looks better without lipstick :)

the code is ‘i am SHERlocked’ HOW DO THEY NOT KNOW???

random john middle name reveal lol :D

FOR BABY NAMES NOOOO

john’s is hamish and eugene’s (from tangled) is hoarace... it’s the weird h middle name club! :D

sesame street time :D

...what in the world did sherlock just spout

john said ‘flight double o 7′ JAMES BOND REFERENCE????

MYCROFT IS SAYING ‘BOND ERE IS GO’ yep that’s bond!!!

sherlock didn’t notice john was gone for 2 hours lol :D

ooh sherlock says ‘second world war’ instead of ‘world war two’ :o

NONONONONNONONONONNOOOOOOOOO

sherlock: “that’s not the end of the world, that’s mrs. hudson” lol :D

mycroft: “that’s the deceased, always late” hey yeah :o

WOAH HE JUST CALLED SHERLOCK NAIVE AND IRENE A DAMSEL IN DISTRESS :o

oh hey irene

irene: “jim moiarty sends his love” ha ha funny love :D

WAIT MOIARTY CALLS SHERLOCK A VIRGIN??? :o

THEY’RE HOLDING HANDS NOOOOO

bada bing BADA BOOM!!!!!!!!!

wowza it’s been 6 months since they met???

sherlock: “sorry about dinner” *leaves* yesss :)

i’m glad they didn’t kiss and just held hands that was nice to make johnlock dreams fly :)

OMG IRENE LEGIT DIED THIS TIME BY BEHEADING!!!!! :o

john told sherlock she was in amurica good :)

lockie wants her camera phone aww :(

way better than any hand holding irene and sherlock did! ♥

awww irene texted sherlock goodbye :(

ew the irene moan one last time...

sherlock laughed and called her ‘a woman... the woman’ awww :)

that was a bittersweet ending! :)

aaaand it’s over!

next time... ;)

that was a great season premiere!!! irene was kind of cool (i like how she and sherlock were just friends) and the mystery was engaging as always. and of course... it was nice finally hearing lockie’s violin!! here’s to next time! :D

#livewatch #these always take forever but they're fun!

[purplesurveys]

921

LOL was gone for a while to attempt doing that ridiculous 5000 survey myself again and I really thought I was going to breeze through it this time. 2 1/2 weeks and 2500 questions later, I need a fucking break. Need normal surveys plz.

What was the best thing to happen to you this week? Got to visit Gabie today! I brought Cooper as well so that she, her sisters, and their puppy Tofu could finally meet him. Fun day, but I am beat. The blackout yesterday also made me revisit painting, and that felt so good too.

Where do you put your keys when you get home? It always differs, idk why I never picked up a routine. Sometimes I set it on the dining table, other times on the decorative table in the living room, and other times I bring it up with me to my room.

Do you prefer hot coffee or iced coffee? I preferred hot (warm would be more accurate) for the longest time but once I went iced, I never wanted to go back. 

What's your phone background picture? I recently changed my lock screen to one of Audrey Hepburn. My home screen is still Hayley Williams.

If you could move to any country, what would it be? Anywhere with a clean and honest government sounds like heaven.

Have you ever seen a snake in the wild? No. Can’t say there’s a lot of them here in the city, and I’ve never seen any in my trip to provinces either.

What's your favourite movie from the 80s? Ferris Bueller’s Day Off.

Do you have any posters, paintings or other artwork on your walls? I have at least one of each of these, yes.

What would your dream wedding be like? Huge. I’d want a long guest list, expansive food choices, and acts that can provide good music throughout the evening. I never really throw parties for myself, so I would want at least my own wedding to be big.

Would you ever take a trip to space if given the chance? Yesssssss.

How do you cope with anxiety? I'm lucky to have found different outlets, so that said I usually choose from taking surveys, watching a favorite channel on YouTube, turning to my dogs, going to social media to see dumb memes, or taking a nap altogether. Of course there’ll always be those days where none of these work out and I’ll have to just cry through the anxiety attacks until they’re over.

Are you expecting any phone calls or emails? I’m expecting an email from my college, yes. I’m currently applying for civil service eligibility and they’re asking for documents that only the college can provide, so I emailed them a couple of days ago asking for assistance, and that’s considering we’re still under a lockdown and most offices are still under skeleton staffing.

What's the weather like in your part of the world right now? LOVELY. I actually wear oversized sweaters to bed now and I even managed to wear a thick denim jacket out today. The rainy weather has settled beautifully, and I’m perfectly fine with 24ºC-28ºC everyday.

What was the last takeout food you ate? My mom bought me and my siblings a chicken sandwich and chicken nuggets each from McDonald’s last week.

Who makes you laugh the most? Definitely someone from my college barkada. I can’t decide whether it’s Aya, Kate, JM, or Jum; they’re all equally hilarious as fuck.

Do you know anyone with the same middle name as you? See these questions are always weird to me because my country has its own naming customs; it’s basically a mix of American and Spanish customs. We have two first names (where Westerners would understand their second ‘first’ name to be their middle name) and our actual legal middle name is our mother’s maiden surname (which I think doesn’t apply at all in the Western world). So to answer this I’ll go with our own customs and say that no, I don’t know of anyone who has the same middle name as me. It’s not a very common surname anyway.

What did you have done the last time you saw a dentist? Had a tooth removed. I don’t think it was a wisdom tooth; it was just a tooth at the back of my mouth that had been in pretty bad shape for years but was only discovered at that time.

What does a successful relationship look like to you? I believe the formula is different for every couple. Like I value constant communication and checkups, but others might not feel the need to be clingy or update their significant others all the time.

What do you like to put on your baked potato? Don’t really have these a lot, but I remember when my mom used to make baked potatoes with bacon and cheese and those were unbelievably good.

What field of science interests you the most? Biology. <3 I’m sure I would’ve taken up medicine if I only wasn’t so bad in the rest of the sciences.

What's the closest shop or restaurant to your house? There aren’t any nearby shops since I live in a gated community, but once you get out of the village’s main gate, the first thing to the left is a McDonald’s. To the right is a small complex with a hair salon, burger place, music school, and one of those boujee stores that sell hype clothing.

Do you have any family that live in another country? So many relatives. We’re Filipinos, man. We migrate everyfuckingwhere. As far as I know I have family living in the US, Canada, Vietnam, Japan, China, Australia, and New Zealand.

What colour is your couch? Gray.

Do you know how to care for plants and keep them alive? Not at all. Every single plant that I’ve been given as a gift or party giveaway has died on me.

What was the most memorable birthday you've had? 18th was awesome. Cruise trip, hotel stay with friends, Tiendesitas + noodle date with Gab. How I got away with three separate celebrations without my parents saying anything about it I’ll never know.

Would you rather go to the beach or the mountains? Beach. The area where I live is mountainous as it is; as someone who’s always lived and studied in the city, a trip to the beach in the province never gets old.

What do you do for work? I don’t have any yet but I’m waiting for openings for our national agency for either history, or culture and the arts. My plans have shifted recently and I’m now eyeing to work for either instead of rotting away while underpaid at a corporate agency.

Have you ever been to see the circus? No. I wouldn’t be interested either; they all just seem so harsh and unethical. 

Are there any words that you hate or make you cringe? Sure.

What is the best house you've ever lived in? The one we live in today has been the most comfortable; but I also hold a lot of nostalgia for my dad’s parents’ house in Tondo because of how raw Manila life was there. Life wasn’t pretty, but it did feel real.

What was the first CD you ever bought? The first CD I actively wanted my parents to buy for me was probably the High School Musical soundtrack, heheh.

Do you look in the mirror before you leave the house? Yeah, always. Wanna make sure my shirt is tucked in properly (if it is), or that my jeans aren’t cuffed funny or whatever else.

What's the most unusual thing you've ever eaten? I’ve mentioned this before but it was the Indian dessert gulab jamun. Really did not expect the flavor that came in when it hit my mouth.

Have you ever seen someone quit their job in a dramatic way? I’ve never had a legit job, but when Jeuel quit the org a couple of years ago because of ~irreconcilable differences~ between him and us officers in the executive board it did feel a tad bit dramatic and passive-aggressive.

What movie reminds you of your childhood? Shrek 2 or The Game Plan.

Do you know why your parents named you what they did? The singer named Robyn was really big then and they ended up being fans of the name.

Do you have any bills that need to be paid? None of my own. My parents usually pay the family bills immediately, so I don’t think we have any pending payments for now.

What do you like to dip your fries in? Mayonnaise.

Is your house clean or messy right now? It’s always clean as my mom is extremely tidy.

What was the last email you received? It’s one of the job-hunting websites I’ve signed up for, giving me job alerts for new openings in my chosen industries.

Do you know someone who speaks without a filter? Yeah and I know people who do it responsibly and those who just come off as tactless.

Are you in any social groups? We call our college group the Daydrinkers, since our friendship began when we started constantly hanging out at nearby bars at like 2 PM, during our breaks lol. I used to be in a barkada in high school but Angela and I broke apart from that since we couldn’t deal with Athenna’s toxicity anymore, though I still keep in touch with most of them, like Chelsea and Kaira. Since then Angela and I have formed our own group consisting mostly of Angela’s friends from architecture and Hans’ friends from Ateneo.

How many hours of sleep did you get last night? Sigh, around 4. I don’t know why it was so few, but it also means that I’m currently drowsy as all hell at 9:03 PM. I will most likely turn in for bed after this.

What's your favourite kind of museum? Those that cover history, so museums that have artifacts and fossils and shit.

Do you believe in alternate universes? I like the idea, and I love literature that explores the idea of alternate realities, multiple universes, pocket universes, etc. Whether or not I believe they exist...idk. I don’t think about it that much in literal terms. < Yeah pretty much. Gaby Dunn wrote an amazing piece on multiverses and that was what got me to find comfort in the idea.

Whose house did you last visit? I was at Gabie’s place this afternoon. We had burritos, talked about career prospects, and puppy-sat our babies.

What games do you play on your smart phone? I turn to 1010 when I’m bored or anxious. I have like 30 other games but I never touch them lol, but I do keep them should the time be right to whip them out.

Have you ever been to Los Angeles? I have not.

What was the first concert you ever went to? Paramore, February 2013. I was a late bloomer; kids my age started going to concerts at least three years before that.

Do you know anyone who is colourblind? I don’t think so.

What's your favourite season and why? The wet season, because it’s colder and I hate the heat during the dry season.

Are you the youngest, middle or eldest child in your family? I’m the eldest.

If you had to make something for a potluck, what would you make? I recently watched this phenomenal recipe for 48-hour chocolate chip cookies that looked absolutely bonkers when they were done baking. I’d for sure give those a try for dessert. If that fails I’d just buy the food so that what I bring is more guaranteed to be good.

What kinds of decorations do you put up at Halloween? My family has never cared much for Halloween. It’s not even a legit holiday, so as much as I love Halloween I don’t think I would spend for decorations myself to decorate my own place. The only instance I imagine doing so would be if I have kids of my own who may want to get into the Halloween ~spirit.

How many tabs do you have open right now? In my current window, eight.

What's something you've been meaning to do but keep putting off? Taking another online course, just because it’s great to learn new things and earn free certifications while at it. I haven’t been doing a good job at being consistent with them, though.

What's the first thing you check on your phone at the start of the day? Facebook since it’s my primary social media now. Literally never thought this day would come.

Have you ever flown a kite? Yeah but it’s been a while.

Who was your favourite music artist when you were 16? This was the time I was slowly moving away from my punk phase and inching closer to Athenna’s music tastes, so I was into acts like Hozier, Banks, Daya, Twenty One Pilots, etc.

What are three things you usually always have in your fridge? Water, bread, eggs.

#survey #surveys

[underoos-shield]

little italy

summary: peter’s first day in a foreign country

warning: peter speaking italian

A/N: hello angels, i just rewatched ‘call me by your name’ and this fic series is going to be based on it. i hope you guys like it 💓 also, i’m trying to learn italian this year, so 99% of these translations are through google. please let me know if there are any errors so i can fix them!

so far, italy was beautiful. it was 6 in the afternoon when peter and his class arrived and the sun was setting, casting a beautiful glow on the buildings and architecture around them. it was golden hour in the beautiful city of milan.

peter had to resist the urge to kiss the floor once they made it out of the aircraft. the flight from new york to milan was eight hours too long, and peter had always hated airplanes, anyway. his family had a bad history with the huge machine and he was happy to be back on the ground. but he wasn’t home free yet, they still had an hour bus ride to get from the milan airport to their actual hotel in bergamo, italy.

after grabbing his luggage and typing a quick message to may, peter walked out of the airport and on the bus with the rest of his classmates.

ned was sitting next to the window near the center of the bus and the boy was furiously turning his head left and right as if he was afraid to miss anything. it was only their first day. and they had plenty of time for sightseeing.

they had to return home in a month, which was great, but the trip was expensive and peter was so grateful that may allowed him to go. although may had to take dozens of extra shifts to cover the expenses, it was worth seeing her boy’s excitement.

“what do you want to see first?”. ned breaks the silence as peter reads ‘call me by your name’ by andré aciman. he’s reading the italian version though, wanting to get a better grip on how to properly speak the language. although he’s completed the four years of learning italian at school and has gotten an a+ in every grading period, peter was slightly obsessed with mastering every hobby he had, and his latest one was one of the romance languages.

“not sure”, he says as he keeps his index finger under the sentence he was reading. one of peter’s pet peeves was losing his place, especially when he was reading a good book. “i’m hoping wherever we go has food. i’m starving”, peter laughs. ned agrees, none of the kids had had a proper meal in hours.

they stop at a small cafe in piazza vecchia. it was a beautiful place with amazing architecture. the contarini fountain was displayed at the center of it, decorated with sculptures of lions. peter lifted up his sunglasses until they rested on top of his head, holding back the mocha curls that he had spent a few months growing out. he’s just about to tell ned how happy he is to be there when a sweet voice fills his ears.

“benvenuto in italia!” (welcome to italy!).

the young boy frowns and lifts onto the balls of his feet to see who could have spoken those words, surely not any of his classmates. and although it was a simple sentence, peter had never heard of anything more beautiful in his life.

a young girl with gorgeous skin and silky hair greeted them once they had taken their seats at the small cafe. she was wearing a loose and flowy summer dress that made her appear to be sweet and innocent. her hair was out and slightly frizzy from the light wind. the stunning stranger’s voice was so velvety and peter raised his eyebrows once he got to look at her clearly.

she was so beautiful.

peter slips his way past his classmates to the front of the small crowd. she looked so different from the girls he had seen back home, none of them quite catching his eye the way she has.

her eyes skim over everyone and peter just about loses it when she smiles at him. she takes a moment to look over his appearance, and she admires him in his white t-shirt and beige khakis. he looks so american. his chocolate curls and brown eyes were basic, but attractive and captivating for some reason.

“per favore, lascia che ti faccia fare uno spuntino” (please, let me get you all a snack).

and by a snack, she apparently meant a platter of crackers, fancy cheeses (that even peter had a hard time pronouncing), and a plethora of different meats.

he’s starving, not having real food for almost half-a-day, but peter can only muster a few bites. although peter knows he should been enjoying the moment rather than spending it reading his new book, he can’t help but distance himself from his excited classmates. he likes to be alone sometimes.

“ciao, come va?” (hello. how are you?). music fills peter’s ears once again and it takes him a moment to realize someone was actually speaking to him. peter looks up from his page and is met with a friendly smile. he sits up from his bad posture and smiles back at her as he closes his book, this time not marking his place. he replies, saying he’s doing well, and tries not to get lost in her eyes as she introduces herself.

“sei molto carina” (you are very pretty). a small, shy laugh emerges from her and she tucks her hair behind her ears, allowing peter to see her beautiful face even clearer now. his eyes cast over her nose and mouth and finally her ears. he hums to himself as he sees her non-pierced earlobes...it was just something to notice.

“perché non sei con i tuoi amici?” (why are you not with your friends?). there’s genuine concern in her voice and she’s worried he might have not liked the snack she made for them.

“mi piace essere solo ogni tanto” (i like to be alone sometimes). it was odd to her, she didn’t understand it. she loved being with her friends at all times...maybe it was an american thing?

the girl-peter now knowing she goes by y/n- politely nods. she wasn’t a very judge-y person.

y/n lifts her neatly polished nails on the table, inching closer and closer to peter’s softcover copy. she’s impressed that he’s reading in her native language.

“posso leggerlo con te?” (may i read it with you?).

of course peter said yes. how could he refuse? it would have been foolish of him to say no. and he was happy he didn’t, especially now that her head was lightly resting on his shoulder.

the pair read a full chapter together, perfectly in sync until it got too dark to read. even their breathing evened out to match the other’s.

she left with a soft “ciao” and two kisses on peter’s cheeks. she would be seeing him tomorrow morning along with the rest of his class, they had breakfast planned out.

peter happily leapt into bed once he was in the comfort of his and ned’s hotel room. although his roommate had bid him a good night already, peter still kept his bedside light on. he was caught up in thought about his book, although he couldn’t think of much since most of his memory was filled with thoughts of y/n.

peter shakes his head as he grabs his copy from his bag, realizing he’s forgotten all about the chapter.

andré aciman summed it up perfectly; But it might have started way later than I think without my noticing anything at all... How couldn’t I have known, you ask? I know desire when I see it—and yet, this time, it slipped by completely.

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chapter 2

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[strawberrymira]

Three Islands

This is not a Sanders Sides fic! It’s going to be an ongoing story based off of this post!

I know this is shitty plz don’t hate me

Chapter 2: Once Upon A Time

Elizabeth carefully tucked Irma into bed, they adopted her only a few months ago, but Irma immediately fit in and completed the family. Irma looked up at her mother and smiled, which accentuated the small scar on her right cheek, in the shape of a perfect star. “Mama, can you tell me a story?” Irma asked, her soft green eyes shining with wonder.

Elizabeth smiled and sat carefully on the edge of Irma’s small bed, which had a simple purple blanket, which complemented the pastel green walls of her room. “Of course! What kind of story do you wanna hear, sweetie?” Elizabeth asked, her voice soft and kind.

Irma hums for a moment before looking back up at her mother, her eyes wide and sparkling with excitement “Tell me a story about a hero, Mama! Someone really great! Someone better than anyone else!”

Elizabeth nodded slightly with a hum “Alright...I think I know just the story for you, sweetie. In fact, this is a true story... more of a legend, really”

“Once upon a time, there was a beautiful place called earth. It was never truly peaceful, there was always a problem, but everyone managed to continue on, and that’s what made the place beautiful. 

And in that place, there were lots of different people. Some loved men, some loved women, some loved both, others loved people of all genders, and some didn’t romantically love at all, or become attracted to others. Some were happy with the body they had, others changed it to be happy. No matter who they loved, or who they were, they were beautiful too.

And yet, despite the fact all those people were beautiful, a group of people turned against them, for no reason other than they were different. The people were all sent to different places, so they couldn’t unite to fight back. The lesbians and gays were sent to islands, the bisexuals to a small bay, the pansexuals were sent to an archipelago, the transgender people to an atoll, the asexuals were even sent into the sky.... all other groups were scattered across the world.

All these people were left to fend for themselves... but, they had one last hope. Some people spoke of a hero, a person who would reunite all the groups so they could unite, with the help of their trusted friends. And that is who we all wait for on the island. The one who will save us. And that will be just the beginning of a great revolution.”

Taglist:  @spades-joker @pansexual-cat  @ghost-enby @toujours-fidele @iris-sanders-athena  @steg-o-sore-us @justanotherproblem   @confinesofpersonalknowledge @erneforpresident @thepotatoking1010 @momolinia @riptide168

#lgbtqa #lgbt #mira's writing #tw homophobia #tw transphobia #tw panphobia #tw biphobia #tw lesbophobia #tw aphobia #tw queerphobia

[slusheeduck]

The Way You Keep Me Guessing: Coco Teacher!AU

@im-fairly-whitty and I are co-authoring this fic for the monster that is the Coco teacher!AU!!

(AU started by @scribblrhob, with inspiration from @upperstories, @hyucktor and SO SO MANY OTHERS AND IT’S A MAGICAL EXPERIENCE FOR ALL.)

Warning: I got creative with formatting and POV in this chapter, so I have no idea how it reads to someone who’s not me. Hopefully you enjoy!!

[Part 1: Unexpected Responsibility] [Part 2: La Directora] [Part 3: Skipping Class] [Part 4: An Unannounced Visit] [Part 5: The Roommate][Part 6: Día de Muertos (Pt. 1)] [Part 6: Día de Muertos (Pt. 2)]

Part 7: A Birthday Livestream

               The tweet goes out late on the 29th. Even so, by 6:45 a.m. the next day, the stream is packed. The cheery little “Stream will start soon!” sign is up, and the chat is already lighting up with thoughts about what the surprise stream’s going to be.

Littlebear119: I bet they’re releasing a new album!

veramaj: then héctor wouldn’t be surprised tho

Littlebear119: Truuuuuueee.

hectorriveraseyelashes: Do…you guys not know what day it is?

veramaj: what?

Littlebear119: It’s Sunday?

hectorriveraseyelashes: omg you guys don’t know lmao. Preciosooooos.

               The chat quickly devolves into “CRUUUUUZ” and “NESTO HI NESTO <3” as the stream switches on. The screen’s fairly dark, but Ernesto’s face is just visible as he whispers to the camera.

               “Hola, Cruzcitos. So I know a lot of you were upset that Héctor couldn’t be there with us on Día de Muertos.”

               There’s a general burst of agreement from the chat.

               “I know, I know.  So, since we couldn’t spend the day with you, I figured you all could spend the day with us.”

               There are several crying-face emojis and “!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!”s in the chat.

               “And today’s no ordinary day. I’m sure some of you know it’s my amigo Héctor’s birthday today. So, Cruzcitos, we need to start the day off properly.” He switched the camera to face forward as he slowly opened the door. Beneath a heap of blankets, a gangly leg hung off the bed and a lanky arm was slung over a pillow. “Mira mira, here’s our Sleeping Beauty now,” Ernesto whispers as he creeps into the room. “And there’s only one way to wake someone up on their birthday.”

               The chat goes quiet as Ernesto sucks in a deep breath. He pauses when Héctor shifts beneath the blankets. Then, once he goes still…

                                       “ESTAS SON LAS MAÑANITAS                                        QUE CANTABA EL REY DAVID…”

               Héctor flies up off the bed as Ernesto belts “Las Mañanitas” as loud as he can, and immediately a pillow is thrown toward the camera.

               “Tú maldito hijo d—!!”

               “There are children watching this, Héctor!”

               “It is seven in the morning, tú pin—”

               “Cruzcitos, cover your ears!” A sweatshirt collides against the camera; both Ernesto and the chat are dying.

Littlebear119: OMGGGGGGG

musiica-vida: lmao

p0c0l0c0: I CAN’T BREATH OH MY GOD

veramaj: pobre hector but rip cruz

               The camera jostles as a thud that sounds suspiciously like a shoe hitting a wall rings out, and it quickly turns as Ernesto runs out and shuts the door. He switches the camera back to face him, a big grin still on his face.

               “So our Héctor might not be much of a morning person. But our celebration of Héctor’s birthday is just starting; come back around eleven for the next stream.” Ernesto ends the stream with his trademark wink and smile.

Littlebear119: Aw, boo, I can’t come to the next one :’(

p0c0l0c0: Don’t worry someone’ll record it.

hectorriveraseyelashes: I hope poor Héctor gets to sleep a little bit more.

~

               The next stream starts promptly at eleven. Another chorus of “HI NESTO!!!” and “CRUUUUZ” fills the chat, but Ernesto looks none-too-pleased. He lets out a sigh before sending a withering look to the camera.

               “So Cruzcitos, tell me this. What do you think is the best way to spend your birthday?”

               The chat rings in their answers.

hectorriveraseyelashes: Backstage passes to one of your shows.

hectorriveraseyelashes: And getting to pet Héctor’s hair for an hour.

veramaj: a nice dinner with my bf

musiica-vida: UM SORRY WHAT @hectorriveraseyelashes

hectorriveraseyelashes: You heard me.

Cruzita41: I would party ALL DAY!!!

               Ernesto nods at the answers that pour in (He does a double-take at one of them, and the chat is generally certain it’s hectorriveraseyelashes that earned it.), then huffs and shakes his head.

               “See, you all have good ideas on how to spend your birthdays. But Héctor…my friend Héctor decides that the best way to spend his birthday—”

               He turns the camera around, and the punchline of his joke is lost in the chat’s reaction.

musiica-vida: GLASSES?????

Cruzita41: GLASSES!!!!!

veramaj: since when does hector wear glasses?????

p0c0l0c0: GLASSES

musiica-vida: @HÉCTOR PLZ WEAR YOUR GLASSES ALL THE TIME

(hectorriveraseyelashes merely posts several crying faces and prayer hands)

               Héctor is tucked up on the sofa, green pen in hand and thick-framed glasses on his nose as he goes through several papers. Ernesto snorts as the reactions come in.

               “Héctor, look up.”

               Héctor sighs, but does in fact look up. “What?” he asks exasperatedly. (hectorriveraseyelashes floods the chat with various heart, crying, and prayer emojis)

               “Apparently you should wear your glasses more often.”

               “No.”

               (The disappointment in the chat is almost audible.)

               Ernesto sighs. “Sorry, Cruzcitos, but as you can see, Héctor Rivera is a tough man to sway. He won’t wear his glasses, and he spends his birthday grading papers.”

               “Well, they need to be graded by Monday. Do you have to shove that in my face? It’s hard enough reading these kids’ writing without a phone in my face.”

badnugg: omg profe héctor is actually youtube famous

musiica-vida: HE’S YOUR TEACHER??

badnugg: lol yeah

p0c0l0c0: IS HE A GOOD TEACHER???

hectorriveraseyelashes: IS HE HOT WHEN HE TALKS ABOUT MUSIC??

Littlebear119: I’m back!

Littlebear119: WAIT IS HÉCTOR WEARING GLASSES

veramaj: lol u missed a lot bear

               “Hey, Héctor, I think one of your students…” Ernesto trails off as the sound of a door opening comes from a distance. Héctor immediately perks up and smiles off screen.

               “Morning, chamaco. We’re going out for breakfast once I’m finished with these papers.”

musiica-vida: CHAMACO!!!!

p0c0l0c0: HI CHAMACO!!!

 Littlebear119: Who’s Chamaco?

hectorriveraseyelashes: It’s baby Héctor.

Cruzita41: Aww, did he just wake up? Buenos días, chamaco!!

Littlebear119: BABY HÉCTOR??

veramaj: it’s his nephew.

musiica-vida: Preeeetty sure he’s his kid. They look like exactly alike.

hectorriveraseyelashes: They definitely don’t. Also he calls Héctor Tío so checkmate.

Littlebear119: OH!!! HE’S SO CUTE!!!

               “The chat thinks you’re cute, Miguel,” Ernesto says as Miguel walks on-screen. Miguel sends him a surprised look and a shrug.

               “Thanks?”

               “Oyé, what did I say about filming Miguel?” Héctor asks, voice slightly sharp.

               “The kid has his own channel, it’s not like you’re hiding him,” Ernesto brushes off, then focuses the camera on Miguel. “So, Miguel, do you know what day it is?”

               “Uh, Sunday?”

               “Okay, but do you know the date?”

               Miguel presses his lips together, then looks down at Héctor for help. Héctor’s head falls back as he sighs.

               “It’s my birthday. Ernesto’s making it into a…thing.”

               Miguel’s eyes widen. “It’s your birthday?! Why didn’t you say anything?”

               “Because Héctor hates having fun,” Ernesto cuts in. “So Miguel, what do you want to wish your Tío Héctor on this very special day? He’s twenty-seven, you know.”

               Miguel blinks. “Oh. That’s how old you are?”

               Héctor returns to grading. “How old did you think I was?”

               “Super old. Like thirty-five.”

               The snort Héctor lets out is deemed pure and good by the chat.

               “Thirty-five?! Ay, Díos mio, then how old do you think Ernesto is?”

               “Anyway, Cruzcitos,” Ernesto says before Miguel can hazard a guess. “What are some of your wishes for Héctor’s twenty-seventh year on this earth?”

Cruzita41: I hope he has a wonderful year!!

p0c0l0c0: I hope he doesn’t join the 27 club :(

veramaj: what’s that?

Littlebear119: I hope you guys really make it big!! Being a teacher looks so boring

p0c0l0c0: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/27_Club

p0c0l0c0: Did the link work?

Littlebear119: OH NO :’(

veramaj: HÉCTOR PLEASE DON’T JOIN THAT CLUB

(hectorriveraseyelashes’ wish for Héctor is reported as inappropriate by several members.)

p0c0l0c0: Lashes plz

               “Aw, qué amable! Well, we are trying our best to get more gigs and…”

               Ernesto’s words are ignored, viewers instead focused on Miguel as he climbs onto the arm of the sofa and peeks down at what Héctor’s grading. Several heart emojis flood the chat as they talk too quietly to be heard over Ernesto’s talking. Héctor asks something, Miguel pulls a face, and Héctor laughs as he pulls off his glasses (much to the disappointment of the chat.)

               “All right, all right, I won’t let you starve, chamaco. I’ll bring these with me.” As he stuffs his papers into his backpack, he sends the camera with a withering look. “And if you bring out that—” The chat doesn’t miss the quick glance toward Miguel. “--darn phone while we’re out, Ernesto, I’m throwing it right into the street.”

               “And then you’re paying for it.” The camera switches back to Ernesto, where he gives a dramatic sigh. “Looks like that’s all for now, Cruzcitos.” He glances up as Héctor and Miguel’s voices trail off and a door shuts. He smiles, then adds in a whisper, “Come back around two. We’ll be having another stream then.”

               The screen goes black, and the chat is all abuzz.

Littlebear119: Héctor really doesn’t seem like he wants to do these streams…

p0c0l0c0: It’s part of an act they do. Héctor’s all smiles on whenever he’s on Chamaco’s channel.

Littlebear119: CHAMACO HAS A CHANNEL???

p0c0l0c0: YES AND IT’S THE SWEETEST THING.

p0c0l0c0: My heart grows three times bigger whenever I get a notification from him.

veramaj: yeah héctor’s definitely just playing.

Littlebear119: I hope he is.

hectorriveraseyelashes: I don’t care if he is. I’ll take any excuse to see that man’s beautiful face.

musiica-vida: WE KNOW, LASHES.

~

               The next stream starts without so much as a word from Ernesto. The chat goes quiet as the camera focuses on Héctor and Miguel. Both have their guitars in their lap, and Héctor picks out a simple tune.

               “Okay, no looking. See if you can play what I just did.”

               Miguel starts to pluck out the same tune, but he groans as he messes up a note. “It’s so hard!”

               “I know it’s hard, that’s why we’re practicing. You gotta train those ears just as much as your fingers, chamaco.” He plays the tune again. “All right, una vez más. I bet you’ll get it this time.”

querida9512: Can Héctor Rivera please be my dad?

p0c0l0c0: This is SO CUTE, I can’t handle it. Gracias, Nesto.

Littlebear119: Does Héctor know Ernesto’s filming?

veramaj: probably.

musiica-vida: It doesn’t seem like it, but I’m sure he doesn’t mind.

               A knock sounds out. Héctor doesn’t look up.

               “It’s open! All right, chamaco, play it one more time.” He turns and grins from his place on the floor as a woman pops her head in. “You’re just in time, diosa, Miguel’s just learned a song by ear.”

               The chat is a STREAM of activity.

querida9512: IS THAT THE POCO LOCO LADY???

hectorriveraseyelashes: Um, I am the Poco Loco lady.

Littlebear119: Diosa’s such a pretty name!

badnugg: wait, dire imelda?

querida9512: YOU KNOW HER????

badnugg: I think she’s the directora of my school…

badnugg: omg

badnugg: téodora was right about her and profe héctor

veramaj: she’s so pretty, she can’t work at a school

p0c0l0c0: Héctor works at a school.

veramaj: but she’s actually PRETTY.

p0c0l0c0: ARE YOU SAYING HÉCTOR ISN’T???

hectorriveraseyelashes: The rule in this stream is that we love and respect Héctor Rivera’s beautiful face.

hectorriveraseyelashes: Can we block @veramaj?

veramaj: omg u guys chill out

               Diosa smiles fondly as Miguel picks out the tune, correctly this time. (The chat is full of praise for him.) “Perfecto, Miguel. Anyway, I just wanted to make sure you remembered that our reservations are at—” She glances up midway through the sentence, then freezes as her eyes lock onto the camera. She quickly pops her head out and slams the door shut.

               Héctor jumps at the slam, then glances down at Miguel before setting his guitar aside to get to his feet. “Imelda? Imelda!” he calls as he heads to the door and steps outside.

               Miguel’s brow furrows, but he looks up at the camera with a shrug. The camera moves slowly to the door, and the barest bits of conversation can be heard through it.

               “Why didn’t you warn me? I would have texted you.”

               “Warn you about what?”

               “That your roommate was filming.”

               “What? No, he wasn’t.”  

               “Did you not see the way he was holding his phone?”

               “He just does that sometimes.”

               “Well, why don’t you go and ask him?”

               “He wasn’t filming! He knows he has to ask before filming if Miguel’s in the room.”

               “He doesn’t have to ask with you?”

               “It’s different. This is what we make part of our living off of. I’m used to it by now.”

               There was an irritated huff. “I can’t help you there. But you’d better be taking care of that little boy.”

               “I am, Imelda.”

               A thrill goes through the chat as Héctor’s voice, quiet as it is, goes sharp, though everyone quickly quiets as they hear his sigh.

               “I’m sorry. It’s…been a long day. Would you believe I woke up at seven?”

               There’s murmuring outside, but it’s too quiet to be picked up by the mic. What is picked up is the creak of a doorknob and a bitten-off word from Ernesto before the screen quickly goes black.

p0c0l0c0: So…he didn’t ask permission?

Littlebear119: I thought it was off.

dlcswaifu: I’m sure it’s fine. Cruz probably thought Héctor knew.

veramaj: i hope so. i don’t want them to fight.

~

               There’s no announcement when the next stream is, so everyone is pleasantly surprised when they get a notification that Ernesto y Héctor is streaming an hour later. The first thing everyone sees is…

p0c0l0c0: CHAMACO!!!!

Cruzita41: CHAMACOOOOOO

Littlebear119: AAAAA it’s Miguelito!!!!

veramaj: omg look at that precious face.

               Miguel’s brow furrows as he tries to figure out how to best hold the phone, but he grins at everyone’s greetings. “Hola! Cruz let me take over the livestream for a little bit!”

Littlebear119: OH MY GOODNESS HOW PRECIOUS!!!

veramaj: we’ve been blessed today

querida9512: I mean we already knew November 30 was a holy day.

musiica-vida: @hectorriveraseyelashes BE GOOD

p0c0l0c0: @hectorriveraseyelashes BE GOOD

veramaj: @hectorriveraseyelashes BE GOOD

dlcswaifu: @hectorriveraseyelashes BE GOOD

hectorriveraseyelashes: OH MY GOD YOU GUYS SHUT UP

hectorriveraseyelashes: Of course I’ll be good. My future step-son doesn’t need to know how thirsty I am for his tío.

               Miguel’s eyes dart down to the chat, reading the responses before frowning slightly. “Um, I don’t think you can drink my tío.”

               The chat collectively dies.

Littlebear119: So how are you doing, Miguel????

Cruzita41: We saw your practice earlier, you’re so good!!

dlcswaifu: Where’s Cruz???

               Miguel grins brightly as he catches the praise among the questions, then settles back in his seat. “I’m fine. Tío Héctor said that he and Cruz needed to talk for a bit, so Cruz set me up here so I could talk with you all!”

               There’s one comment from quetzalcoatl-kun about how they came for Cruz and not some stupid kid, but it’s quickly drowned out by the wild enthusiasm from other Cruzcitos over how they get to talk to Chamaco.

 musiica-vida: So big fandom question, are you Héctor’s kid or his nephew?

               “Actually, we’re primos! My abuelita is his tía,” Miguel chirps.

dlcswaifu: So do you live with him?

               “I do for now.”

dlcswaifu: Why?

               Miguel opens his mouth, but closes it and swallows hard without answering. The chat is quick to flood him with other questions.

p0c0l0c0: Is your tío a good teacher?

querida9512: You’re a fan of Cruz, too, right? What’s it like living with your YouTube idol?

hectorriveraseyelashes: On a scale of 1-10 how willing would you be to have me be your new tía?

veramaj: have u been to any of their concerts yet?

hectorriveraseyelashes: There hasn’t been a concert with both of them since Chamaco came around.

musiica-vida: Not that we mind! It’s so sweet to see Héctor taking care of his primo <3

veramaj: he could have gone to one before he lived with héctor

Littlebear119: What’s your favorite subject in school, Miguel?

querida9512: And when’s the next update on your channel?

               “Espera, espera, this is a lot!” Miguel laughs, discomfort gone as he scrolls up through the chat. “Tío Héctor’s a really good teacher, even though he keeps making me do boring things like scales. I used to watch Cruz’s videos to figure out how to play better, but now I can just ask him!” He scrolls a little more. “I really like math. Is that weird? Oh! And P.E.! I’m definitely the fastest on my class’s fútbol team.” He shrugs. “And I don’t really know about updates, I—” He stops suddenly, glancing up as a sharp voice comes from somewhere, just loud enough to be picked up over the mic. “I, uh…” He glances back at the phone. “One second.”

               He sets the phone down, livestream still going on. A creaking door is picked up over the mic, and the two voices are a little clearer. Nearly every viewer turns up their volume to max to catch what’s being said.

               “You’re absolutely sure you weren’t filming?”

               “Honestly, Héctor, it’s not like I can do it by accident. You’ve gotten so paranoid since bringing in the kid.”

               “I’m his godfather. I’m supposed to be.” A frustrated sigh. “Look, I’m done, okay? I don’t want anymore filming today. Just let me enjoy my birthday in peace.”

               “We wouldn’t have to do this if you’d come to the Día de Muertos show, you know.”

               “But you couldn’t even ask me before you burst in at seven a.m.?”

               “It wouldn’t have been funny if you knew. And it’s gotten us a stable audience all day.” There’s a beat of silence, then a long sigh. “Look, I’m sorry you’re bothered. I thought you’d be more game for this. Guess I was wrong.”

               “It’s…it’s fine. Just no more filming Miguel unless I know.”

               “I didn’t.”

               “I know, but you might. And if I find that damned iPhone around him I swear…”

               Miguel gives a little gasp, and quick footsteps come back toward the phone before he’s back onscreen.

               “Gotta go! I’ll see you all around!” he says, then quickly ends the livestream.

Littlebear119: So Héctor really didn’t know…

musiica-vida: Did…Ernesto lie to him?

dlcswaifu: He probably didn’t know he was filming.

querida9512: But he just said that he couldn’t do it by accident.

dlcswaifu: I’ve done a lot of dumb things by accident without knowing I could. He’ll probably delete the footage once he realizes.

veramaj: i think it’s scripted. cruz’s done drama things in the past; maybe the views are down.

musiica-vida: Ooh, that’s a good point. I think you’re right.

dlcswaifu: Nothing gets views like a fight and a kid.

Littlebear119: :/ I dunno. I feel weird about this stream.

~

               The last livestream comes late that afternoon. Once again, there’s no notice before the notification goes off on everyone’s phone, and everyone who can manages to pile in to the chat as quickly as possible.

               There’s a general air of confusion as they get a very nice shot of the kitchen.

               “Is it recording now?” Héctor asks off-screen.

               “I can’t see. Is there a red circle?” comes Miguel’s voice. The camera tilts, shifting the view to the ceiling. “Yeah, it’s recording, but you’ve got the wrong camera on.”

               “How do I change it?”

               “You see that camera button? Just tap it.”

               “Just tap—” The camera abruptly switches to selfie-mode, and Héctor’s obviously startled by it. “Ah! Okay! Okay, there we go. Hola!”

               The chat is FULL of heart emojis and !!!!!!!!!!!!!’s.

p0c0l0c0: FELIZ CUMPLEAÑOS, HÉCTOR!!!!

musiica-vida: FELIZ CUMPLEAÑOS!!!!!!!

Littlebear119: FELIZ CUMPLEAÑOS!!!!! <3 <3 <3

(Needless to say, the chat is flooded with “FELIZ CUMPLEAÑOS”es.)

Héctor looks caught off-guard by the response, then laughs. “Gracias, gracias! I’m, ah, I’m not really good with this whole livestreaming thing, but I wanted to thank you all for such wonderful wishes!”

musiica-vida: IT’S NOTHING WE LOVE YOU HÉCTOR <3 <3 <3

hectorriveraseyelashes: That blazer tho…

Littlebear119: We all hope you had a wonderful day!!!!

               “That’s, ah, that’s really all I have to say. I actually have to leave in…” He glances off-camera. “Now. But I wanted to let you all know that I appreciate your…” He trails off as the chat bursts to life again.

hectorriveraseyelashes: GLASSES.

p0c0l0c0: YES PLEASE WEAR YOUR GLASSES.

p0c0l0c0: JUST FOR A SECOND.

musiica-vida: HÉCTOR PLZ. DO IT FOR US.

hectorriveraseyelashes: GLASSESSSSS…

               He sighs as he looks over the chat. “Diosa, look at this.”

               The woman from earlier (“IMELDA!!!” as musiica-vida pointed out), just peeked over Héctor’s shoulder to look at the chat, then tilted her head up with a smirk.

               “See? It’s not just me who thinks you should be able to see.”

               “I can see just fine.”

               “It took you three times to hit the record button,” Miguel pipes up from off-screen.

               “Here.” Imelda looks down as something that sound suspiciously like a glasses case opens, and she holds up the glasses. “You should at least do it for your fans. And for me.”

               Héctor rolls his eyes, but smiles a bit as he leans down slightly so Imelda can slip them on. “Only if you wear your hair down on your birthday.”

               “Deal.” She smiles at him as he stands up straight and pats his cheek. “Muy guapo, cariño.”

               He shakes his head, then looks back at the camera. The chat has devolved into a mess of “SO CUUUUUTE!!!” and “SÍÍÍ MUY GUAPO” and more sparkle emojis and hearts than could be counted. (Save for hectorriveraseyelashes, who floods the chat with crying emojis.)

               “Well, that’s it for today. We really do appreciate your guys’ support, and thanks again for being part of one of the most memorable birthday’s I’ve ever had.” He gives a little wave with his free hand. “Adíos!”

               The video ends, and the chat is beside itself with delight—all the drama from the last stream completely forgotten.

Littlebear119: They’re all so cute I just can’t.

musiica-vida: I KNOOOWWW

hectorriveraseyelashes: I don’t know if I want to KILL Diosa or BE Diosa.

p0c0l0c0: Please choose “be”

hectorriveraseyelashes: FINE.

hectorriveraseyelashes: For now.

hectorriveraseyelashes: Those glasses, tho

dlcswaifu: I’M A CRUZ FANGRIL AND I LOVE THOSE GLASSES???

hectorriveraseyelashes: I found God in those glasses tonight.

badnugg: omg i can’t wait for school tomorrow.

hectorriveraseyelashes: #jealous

veramaj: i’m just so glad that everything’s all right. i knew it couldn’t be a real fight. cruz is way too nice for that.  

As always, thank you so, so much for reading! Wit’s got the next installment, so be sure to check over her way in the next week or so! Also we have tons of headcanons we’re ready to scream about at any given moment, so don’t be shy and come talk to us!

 Also, if you like my screaming-in-written-form and want to indulge my caffeine addiction, feel free to buy me a coffee (or not, of course.)

Thanks once again, and we’ll see you around!

#coco fic #teacher!AU #OH MY GOD I POSTED AT A DECENT HOUR #CAN YOU BELIEVE IT #IT'S NOT THE MIDDLE OF THE NIGHT #Also the formatting isn't a complete nightmare and I am LIVIIIIIING #hector #ernesto de la cruz #miguel rivera

[xbarrjallenx]

Jealous

Pairing: Mike Wheeler x Reader

Request: “Omfg can i request a part 3 for "Chaising Pavements"?!?! Ahh part 2 was so amazing, im so sad and my heart broke into a million pieces! 😊😊❤ “

“please please please do a part 3 for chasing pavements/jessies girl!!! its so good oh my gosh”

“PART THREE FOR JESSIES GIRL PLZ OR SMTH LIKE THAT IT WAS SO GR8″

“OH MYGOD PLEASE PLEASE DO A PART THREE FOR CHASIG PAVEMENTS/JESSIE’S GIRL! I CANT STAND THE SUSPENSION! OMGGG IT WAS SO GOOD”

“3rd part please.... pleeeeeeease?????”

Summary: (Y/N) and Dustin sought for Nancy’s help to understand Mike’s actions, but he got worse and some important things slipped through his mouth.

Word count: 1.779

Posted: 25th of November 2017

A/N: OMG! Here’s the 3rd part of Charing Pavements and Jessie’s Girl, finally! I thank each one of you for the kind comments, I can’t believe that I got too many positive comments and you seriously made my day, motivating me even more on writing. Thank you so much.

I thought of ending it with part 3, but some of you requested some more Dustin Henderson x reader scenes and I had to make Mike jealous. I just love imagining him dying of jealousy. Anyway, if you want, I voluntarily will write part 4, probably the last part, so let me know. Thank you.

I hope you like it and enjoy! Comments are appreciated and welcomed.

- G. x

Links: Chasing Pavements (Part 1); Jessie’s Girl (Part 2); Can’t Fight This Feeling (Part 4)

Few days has passed since the Snow Ball, but you still couldn’t take Mike’s death and sorrowful glare off your head. You couldn’t understand why he would be grumpy and irked. He couldn’t be jealous, could he? And if ever, why would he? Mostly, when Eleven has already came back.

“Dustin, are you sure of this?” You asked him for the millionth time and you thanked him for being patient with you. You were so anxious and afraid of what might happen next, mostly when Mike could discover everything what you and Dustin were doing.

The group has planned to do another endless campaign of Dungeons and Dragons, but Will and Dustin decided not to as Eleven and Max kept on interrupting the game by asking explanations for every move that the party would make. Everyone in the group, except you and Dustin, offered a hand to teach the mechanics of the game to the girls. You, obviously, had a better thing to do with Dustin.

“Of course, (Y/N).” He nodded nonchalantly, lowering his voice so the boys wouldn’t hear your conversation. After all, they were still convinced that you were already in a relationship with Dustin. “Nancy knows how to make people feel better, maybe she knows why Mike is acting weird too.” You both stopped in front of Nancy’s bedroom door, slowly building your courage up before knocking.

“Dustin, Mike barely talked to us, you must be kidding if you think that he talked to his sister.” You rolled your eyes as Dustin took a deep breath.

You were both devastated as your best friend suddenly stopped talking to you, also because you didn’t do something bad to hurt him or make him angry. He has greeted you, but he was so cold and detached. Mike has never treated you in that way, he never did. He has always wanted to make you feel better, to see you with your widest smile on your face.

“You’re prettier when you smile, (Y/N).” He stated as he tucked your (Y/H/C) hair behind your ear. You flutter closed your eyes in happiness, feeling his lips on your forehead.

“Nancy?” Dustin knocked, gently shouting Nancy’s name to have her attention. Your eyes grew wide as you shook your thoughts off your head and you were about to run away, but Dustin grabbed your hand and squeezed it tightly. “You are hurting, (Y/N), but let me help you. You can still conquer the boy of your dreams, okay?” He whispered in your ear, softening your gaze.

“Hey Dusty, (Y/N)!” She cheerfully greeted, pulling you both in a tight hug. Dustin quickly let go of your hand as he didn’t want for Nancy to tease him with you. That boy has got a crush on the young lady standing in front of you. “What’s up?”

“Uhh,” You nervously blurted out and Dustin smiled at you to encourage you. “I need some help.”

“Oh,” She warmly smiled. “advices on dating Dusty?” She winked at Dustin, but he just rolled his eyes. You shook your head and she quickly knitted her eyebrows together. “But the rumours had it and I thought that you are together.”

“We’ll explain it to you.” Dustin seriously stated. Nancy nodded and she invited you to enter her room, shutting and locking the door nonchalantly.

“So, what is everything about?” Nancy curiously asked, sitting on her study desk. Dustin invited you to sit beside him on the edge of Nancy’s double bed. You followed him as you roamed your eyes around the room, catching some interesting photographs and posters on the wall.

“We aren’t together.” Dustin explained, emphasizing his words. “The people thought that we are, because we hugged in the middle of the gym during the ball.”

“Oh,” Nancy sang as she got Dustin’s point. “so, what is your problem? How can I help you with it?”

“The problem is Mike Wheeler, your asshole brother.” Dustin blurted out. He rolled his eyes at the thought of his best friend. He was a little bitter, because he suddenly stopped talking to him, giving him death glares as he tried to make you, his closest best friend, feel better. He did nothing bad nor awful, on the contrary!

“What did Mike do?” Nancy asked as she let her legs hang from the desk, swaying them as she listened to you.

“I love him.” You shyly blurted out, feeling the heat on your cheeks. Dustin widely smiled, showing his beloved pearls, and teased you cheekily. You shook your head in disbelief and you rolled your eyes, because you couldn’t stand the embarrassment of the situation.

“Oh my God,” Nancy enthusiastically cheered, making you bounce on the bed in shock. You corrugated your forehead as you couldn’t understand if it was a compliment or not, so you sat there: puzzled. “Jonathan owes me and Steve twenty bucks.”

“What? You’re betting on me?” Your mouth opened agape and you elbowed your best friend as he kept on giggling under his breath.

“I’m sorry, but we can’t help but do it. I can totally see in your eyes that you liked Mike.” She nodded, defending the fact that the teen adults made some bet on you and Mike. You shrugged your shoulders as Eleven came into your mind, sighing as the pain penetrated your already shattered heart.

“He likes Eleven.” Dustin murmured, almost silently. Nancy’s smile suddenly fell back as she heard his brother’s secret. “But the thing that I don’t understand is why did he just stop on talking to me or (Y/N). I did nothing but dance with her during the ball.”

“Hmm,” She brought the back of her hand under her chin to think and she sighed since she couldn’t think of the right answer. “have you talked to him?”

“No, he is detached and it seemed like he kept on pushing me away.” You honestly answered. You bit your lower lip, trying to halt your tears from glossing your eyes. “And, if ever, I don’t know what to tell him.”

“Oh,” She nodded, leaving the desk and stood in front of you instead. “I think that the guy is jealous. I know that you are his closest best friend, sometimes he would share to the family your moments together, sometimes your problems too. He would always be proud of himself whenever he would make you feel good. Maybe he’s just jealous and afraid that he might lose you.”

“I don’t know, Nancy.” You were perplexed and you gave her a confused look. “Sometimes, I just want to tell him that I love him, even though I know that it isn’t requited. Maybe I would feel better if I let everything out.” You vented, Dustin was just listening at your statements. Sometimes he would look at you, sometimes he would look at Nancy to understand the situation.

“You’d like to let everything out?” Nancy sadly smiled, thinking of a way how to help you. You stare at her while waiting for her answer, you watched her walk back and forth, trying her best to think of something. “Aha, I got it!” She happily exclaimed.

“What is it?” You raised an eyebrow as you carefully listened to Nancy.

“You pretend that Dustin is Mike and you tell him everything, as in everything.” She convincingly said in a lower tone. You glanced at Dustin and he smiled at you in response. “You’re going to practice and, whenever you’re ready, you talk to Mike. Is that okay?”

“Okay.” You shortly answered. You unleashed a long and heavy sigh, readying yourself. It wasn’t the same to have Dustin in front of you, of course, but maybe he could help you to make things easier.

“Whenever you’re ready.” Nancy encouraged you as if she was a director of some sort of film.

“Dustin,” You started, turning towards Dustin’s direction. You imagined having Mike in front of you, even though you pronounced Dustin’s name. You thought that calling Dustin by his best friend’s name was disrespectful. “I-I like you, no! I-I love you! It has been years since I started loving you, but I never had the courage to confess my feelings for you. I don’t know, maybe because I thought that we were just best friends or something like that and best friends don’t usually love each other, I mean in a romantic way.” Dustin nodded to encourage you to go on with your speech. He didn’t know that you stopped because you heard some footsteps outside the room.

“Just go on!” Dustin gently ordered with a smile. He was really willing to help you, also because he didn’t want to see you hurting anymore.

You nodded and took a long breath. “I didn’t even know what love was, but then El has arrived and my-“

You suddenly stopped when you heard a loud bang outside of Nancy’s room, jumping a little bit on the bed. Your eyes grew wide, afraid that someone has heard your confession.

“What the hell, Mike?” Nancy twisted her door knob, went out of the room and forcefully opened Mike’s room. You and Dustin looked at each other and followed Nancy, slowly walking, almost tip-toeing. “What’s your problem?”

You peaked through his doorway and your heart dropped as you saw his tears slowly streaming down his face. Dustin looked at you and you looked at Dustin, you were both puzzled, confused.

“Fuck off, Nancy!” He pushed her sister away, wiping his tears furiously.

“Mike!” You restrained him from pushing people away and treating them in a rude way. He wasn’t the Mike that you used to know and you kept on saying that you knew him well, but you didn’t even know why he was acting up in that way.

“(Y/N), just go away, okay? You do nothing but give me heartbreak and misery!” He fearlessly spat the words as if they were venom in his mouth. Your tears found their way through your eyes and your chest tightened, his words weighing in your chest. Dustin quickly hugged you, rubbing your back as you sobbed against his neck, knowing how hurt you were.

“What the hell, Mike?” Dustin defended you as he yelled at his friend. “Stop being a dick!”

Mike noisily sobbed and hardly sniffed, letting his hot tears to wet his red cheeks. “You know what, (Y/N)? It’s hard for me to say this, but,” He paused, terribly trembling as he took all of his courage out. He didn’t mind Dustin, but the scene of Dustin hugging you broke his heart even more, wishing that it was him. “I love you and I’m jealous of the way you’re happy without me!”

#mike wheeler x reader #mike wheeler imagine #mike wheeler #finn wolfhard x reader #Dustin Henderson x reader #Dustin Henderson imagines #dustin henderson #gaten matarazzo x reader #will byers x reader #lucas Sinclair x reader #eleven x reader #max hargrove x reader #Nancy wheeler x reader #steve harrington x reader #xbarrjallenx #Jonathan byers x reader #masterlist

[lostinthelightss]

literal chaos fire (ch.6)

amazing banner by @downn-in-flames​ / down-in-flames@FFT

find it elsewhere: fft | ao3 | ff.net | hpff learn more: chaos universe link to other chapters: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14, 15 link to missing moments: 5.5, 7.5, 8.5, 15.5

pairing: Lily Luna Potter / OC genre: AU, Humor, Romance rating: mature audiences

summary:

Victoire Weasley is a masters student in infectious diseases handling a devastating break up with her girlfriend of two years. Lily Potter is a first year law student navigating a figurative minefield that is the star quarterback’s unrequited affection. Molly Weasley is pursuing her bachelors in engineering while pining over her best friend - who doesn’t seem to realize it.

Three women, three vastly different lives, all coming together with group chats, family dinners, and a whole lot of chaos.

chapter summary:

VickyBaby: look, we love you...

mollydramatic: but your laugh sounds like a cross between a dying hyena and a crocodile trying to swallow a deer whole

psychiclilz: WHAT?!??!

mollydramatic: yeah, it's not cute

VickyBaby: sometimes you also snort VickyBaby: which would be cute but it sounds like the deer is trying to cry for help

SEPTEMBER 30TH, 2021

‘literal chaos fire' (psychiclilz, mollydramatic, VickyBaby) 9:28am

mollydramatic: omg, are you as excited as i am? mollydramatic: please tell us everything ASAP mollydramatic: even if ur still in his bed ;)

psychiclilz: it's just dinner psychiclilz: and it's not until 6

mollydramatic: this is most exciting part of my life right now mollydramatic: since my love life is woefully nonexistent

VickyBaby: mood

psychiclilz: you guys need a life

mollydramatic: @VickyBaby she's right mollydramatic: we should go out to dinner together mollydramatic: how does the three broomsticks sound?

psychiclilz: oh, piss off

VickyBaby: ooh, ive been meaning to try their chicken cacciatore

mollydramatic: ive heard their cheesecake is to die for

psychiclilz: if i promise to tell you everything that happens psychiclilz: will you promise not to crash this date?

VickyBaby: oooh its a date now!

psychiclilz: you are the bane of my existence 

3:48pm

psychiclilz: Attachment - 1 Image psychiclilz: is this alright?

VickyBaby: i thought i was the bane of your existence VickyBaby: and now you're asking for my help?

mollydramatic: you come to me, on the day of my math assignment, to ask for my help

psychiclilz: nice try, brando psychiclilz: just please help me

mollydramatic: you look hot

VickyBaby: i agree VickyBaby: also please let me borrow that skirt VickyBaby: it would go great with my fishnets

mollydramatic: give her enough time to wash it mollydramatic: who knows what will get on it tonight? ;)

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(micky, vicky) 5:42pm

vicky: would you be able to snag rose's car and drive us over to the three broomsticks?

micky: ixnay on the car, rose and malfoy are out rn micky: but also wouldn't she kill us if we actually ended up crashing her date?

vicky: yeah, but thats the fun of it vicky: she'll have to wrestle with her moral obligation as a lawyer-in-training vicky: and the rage monster she'll turn into if she finds out

micky: have you never seen how to get away with murder?

vicky: no, i dont want ur trash tv

micky: IT IS QUALITY CONTENT micky: I WATCH QUALITY CONTENT

vicky: you watch the bachelor

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‘literal chaos fire' (psychiclilz, mollydramatic, VickyBaby) 6:31pm

mollydramatic: @psychiclilz we want the deets mollydramatic: how's it going so far?

VickyBaby: if you need to text us 911 and we'll call with an emergency

mollydramatic: if it needs to sound real, ill get roxy to push me down the stairs mollydramatic: it's honestly not bad

VickyBaby: ... VickyBaby: what the fuck, NO

7:09pm

VickyBaby: okay so its going well? VickyBaby: because i actually will push mollz down the stairs if i need to

mollydramatic: its really not that bad, ive done it way too many times

VickyBaby: WHY?

mollydramatic: stair surfing on mattresses isn't as fun as it is on tv

7:23pm

mollydramatic: HELLO!??!?! mollydramatic: @psychiclilz

VickyBaby: @psychiclilz answer us plz or ill call the cops

psychiclilz: oh my fucking god, its going fine psychiclilz: dont fall down the stairs psychiclilz: and dont call the fucking cops! psychiclilz: message me about this again and i wont tell you anything

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(micky, vicky) 7:26pm

mollydramatic: $20 they bang

vicky: hell no, thats such a bad deal vicky: theyre obvi gonna bang at some point vicky: $20 they bang tonight

micky: fine, but if they last even until just 12:01 its victory for me

vicky: ur on

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‘literal chaos fire' (psychiclilz, mollydramatic, VickyBaby) 9:34pm

psychiclilz: ...

mollydramatic: OH MY GOD TELL US EVERYTHIGN

VickyBaby: did you bang? are you in his bed right now?

psychiclilz: no psychiclilz: it was actually a really nice night psychiclilz: dinner was good, he's actually really easy to talk to psychiclilz: but then he drove me home...

mollydramatic: hand job in the car

VickyBaby: blow job in the car

psychiclilz: NO, perverts psychiclilz: he walked me all the way to my front door

mollydramatic: AND YOU PULLED HIM INSIDE AND BANGED ALL OVER YOUR KITCHEN

VickyBaby: FUCK YES, YOU OWE ME $20

psychiclilz: NO psychiclilz: will you let me finish my thoughts here? psychiclilz: WAIT, WTF, YOU WERE BETTING ON ME?

VickyBaby: no?

psychiclilz: w/e not the issue psychiclilz: we're at my door and he tucked a lock of my hair behind my ear psychiclilz: ... 

mollydramatic: and? mollydramatic: AND?!?!?

VickyBaby: oh my god, i just remembered why i hate you

psychiclilz: and then he left?

VickyBaby: hi, i would like to formally ask VickyBaby: what the fuck?

mollydramatic: i second that motion

psychiclilz: idk! psychiclilz: i thought it went well, but then he shook my hand and left

mollydramatic: OHHHH MY GOOODDDDD

VickyBaby: HE SHOOK YOUR HAND???

mollydramatic: WTF IS WRONG WITH HIM?!?? mollydramatic: is he DUMB?

psychiclilz: idk, maybe he realized that it wasnt worth it? psychiclilz: this is what i was worried about psychiclilz: he was just looking for a quick fuck psychiclilz: not someone to wine and dine

VickyBaby: damn, i was so sure he was legit VickyBaby: whatd scorp say

psychiclilz: nothing, havent told him

VickyBaby: well he's the guy's best friend, maybe you should ask?

psychiclilz: no, i dont want him to feel trapped between us psychiclilz: besides, its not a big deal

mollydramatic: are you kidding me? mollydramatic: he's been asking after you since summer mollydramatic: are you sure maybe you were sending him some bad vibes? mollydramatic: some ‘dont you dare kiss me' vibes?

psychiclilz: argh psychiclilz: i dont think so?

VickyBaby: what were ur exact words before he shook your hand? *gag*

psychiclilz: um, "i had a really nice time tonight" psychiclilz: and then he tucked my hair behind my ear and i think i giggled?

VickyBaby: oh no

mollydramatic: that'll do it

psychiclilz: what? psychiclilz: what did i do?!?!

VickyBaby: look, we love you...

mollydramatic: but your laugh sounds like a cross between a dying hyena and a crocodile trying to swallow a deer whole

psychiclilz: WHAT?!??!

mollydramatic: yeah, it's not cute

VickyBaby: sometimes you also snort VickyBaby: which would be cute but it sounds like the deer is trying to cry for help

psychiclilz: WHY IS THIS JUST COMING UP NOW??? psychiclilz: ugh, i probably repulsed him psychiclilz: he's never gonna wanna talk to me again psychiclilz: im so embarrassed

mollydramatic: its probably not that bad?

VickyBaby: she *giggled*

mollydramatic: yeah, no, ur fucked

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(Lily Potter, Scorpius Malfoy) 10:03pm

Lily: i never want to see him again Lily: if you know what's good for you, you wont fight me on it

Scorpius: what? what happened???

Lily: i dont want to talk about it...

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(Scorpius Malfoy, William Flynn) 10:06pm

Scorpius: wtf did you do? Scorpius: if you hurt her, i will unleash molly and she has the wrath of all women scorned Scorpius: im pretty sure one of her death glares will set you on fire

William: what?

Scorpius: Attachment - 1 Image

William: oh... William: i thought it went well William: i swear i didnt do anything William: like i said, it wasnt even a date, idk what i did wrong?

Scorpius: im not getting in the middle of this Scorpius: but maybe keep your distance for a while Scorpius: i really dont want to be picking sides

William: yeah, alright...

#harry potter #harry potter fanfiction #fanfic #fanfiction #lily luna potter #molly weasley ii #victoire weasley #rose weasley #scorpius malfoy #lily x oc #lily x flynn #oc x lily #flynn x lily #william flynn #emerson walsh #teddy lupin #lysander scamander #harry potter next gen fic #harry potter next generation #muggle au #college au #chatfic #chat fic #literal chaos fire #chaos universe #novellette #lcf #fanfictalk #fft

[katerbees]

Mummy troubles-pt 3

Previous parts can be found here  https://archiveofourown.org/works/12559800/chapters/28604288

Molly gets ready to perform her autopsy on the Mummy after spending the night in the same bed as Sherlock!

Molly awoke to a start. She had shared a bed with Sherlock Holmes.  Eep! She was surprised to see that he was still sleeping, his angular face relaxed, his hands tucked under his pillow. So cute Molly thought. 

“It’s rude to stare.” Sherlock’s sleep morning voice purred, as he opened his eyes. Molly blushed, mortified. How does he do that? 

“Don’t flatter yourself.” She responded, rolling over to grab her phone.“I’ve got to be at the morgue in an hour to do an autopsy. Are you coming along?”  Molly got out of bed and began pulling her clothes out of her bag to get ready for the day.

“I have some other leads to check out first, I’ll meet you over there this afternoon.” He responded, still in bed. “Can you please make coffee?”

“Mmmm” Molly affirmed, taking her clothes into the bathroom.

Molly arrived at Luxor General Hospital ready to go. She headed down to the morgue and was met by Dr. Najjar. 

“Dr. Hooper. We had the Mummy transported this morning and have had some scans done in radiology already. If you are ready, I will take you back to begin the post-mortem.” He said, opening the double doors into the hallway leading to the morgue.

A think man walked out of a doorway and into their path, looking down at a file.“Ah, Dr. Nazari! What excellent timing. This is Dr. Hooper. She’s the one who will be conducting the autopsy on the mummy today.” Dr. Najjar explained. 

“Dr. Hooper, meet Dr. Nazari. He’s the best neurosurgeon in Egypt. 

The man looked up from his file. “Dr. Hooper.” He extended his hand. “Wonderful to meet you. I believe you met my wife yesterday, Heba.”

“Ah yes. Always exciting to meet other pathologists.” Molly responded. “And lovely to make your acquaintance as well.”

Dr. Nazari nodded, “Dr. Najjar, please let me now when the test results are done so I can go pick up my wife to examine them as well.”

“Of course Abdallah. I’ll page you.” 

Dr. Nazari took his leave, exiting through the double doors. 

“Alright, right this way.”  Dr. Najjar continued down the hallway to the next set of doors. The morgue was several degrees colder. Molly grabbed a coat and her exam gloves and walked over to the slab. 

“Alright Dr. Hooper, unless you need anything else I will see you in around 2 hours.” Dr. Najjar commented.

“I think I’m all set, thank you.” Molly responded, eyes looking down at the body. Dr Najjar exited. 

Alright Mummy. It’s me and you. If you could stay dead for me, that’d be great. 

Molly had been given permission to take skin samples and conduct an external exam only. The other information would need to be gleaned from the scans. The samples that Sherlock had been sent featured alive tissue. But that couldn’t be. Molly decided to go ahead and take her own tissue sample first. 

She pressed record on her recorder “Dr. Hooper, October 29, 2017. Autopsy on Mummy 18567. The wrapping of the corpse has already been removed.  It is in remarkably well preserved condition. There is still some hair attached to the head. This corpse appears to be female based on the remnants of breast tissue and wide pelvic girdle. There are no obvious signs of trauma to the deceased.” Molly removed her gloves and moved over to a cabinet to search for rosewood sticks to swab the fingernails. 

Molly heard a groaning sound behind her. Oh hell no.She ignored it. Surely it was her mind playing tricks on her. She was a confident pathologist. She had been doing this for years. Even though this was her first mummy.

She found the sticks and began to search for cotton swabs as well. The groaning grew louder. If this is Sherlock messing with me I will kill him. She  was going to kill him. She steeled herself and turned back around. The mummy was still there. Of course it was. 

Her phone buzzed.

Any updates?—SH

Not yet. Getting ready to swab the fingernails. You?—MH

Guard is definitely lying about something but I’m not sure what yet. I’ll need to try a different approach—SH

Are you coming over soon?—MH

Do you need me to? Is it getting SPOOKY?—SH

Really? Sherlock was teasing her? Who was this weird vacation Sherlock?

Of course not. Bring tea plz—MH

She put her phone back in her pocket. She walked back over to the corpse, put her gloves back on and swabbed under each set of nails. She placed the swabs in an evidence bag. Alright, moving on. Molly heard breathing. Heavy breathing. She was not imagining it. 

“Hello? Is someone in here? I’m about halfway done here.” Molly yelled out. If anyone was trying to scare her or creep on her she was not having it. She pushed forward on the autopsy. “I am preparing to take tissue samples from the corpse.” Molly got her swabbing kit ready.

The lights in the Morgue went out. NONONONOWHY “Someone is in here. Turn those lights back on at once.” Molly barked. She heard the breathing again.  Closer this time. She felt something cold brush up against her hand.NOPE. Molly ran for the door and didn’t look behind her.  @holidaysat221b

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Aftermath, Part 2 [Solas/Lavellan]

I don’t think this came out quite as I’d hoped, but I’ve sort of been feeling a little under the weather the last couple of days.  Not to mention I sort of started on Part 3 before I finished Part 2 because one of the evil little voices in my head was all, “This can’t be so happily ended.  We need to fuck someone up.  Let’s screw with the lyrium-addled commander.  Aw yeah.”  So, that’s sort of what I did.  It’s at least halfway finished.  Plz don’t kill me, Cullen Ladies.

No naughties here, no violence.  Just stuff.  Under the cut.  You know the drill.

Even when Cole had finished describing the flashes of scenery he’d glimpsed in the Inquisitor’s fevered mind, Solas didn’t immediately recognize the setting, but he had a pretty good idea of where to start.  “Thank you, Cole,” the elf said grimly as he stood and turned to walk away, but Cole caught the sleeve of his tunic.  “Every sorrow begins as joy,” the spirit offered, and Solas could only nod.  --  Within one of the many unused chambers in Skyhold, Solas reclined on a cot he’d made plush with pillows and furs.  As he settled, he tipped his head back, trying to tug the tension from the muscles between his shoulder blades.  When at last he was as comfortable as he could expect to be, he drew in a deep breath and closed his eyes.  His mind drifted through thoughts of her -- the smell of her hair, the sound of her breath when she slept -- and he let sleep claim him.

****

Still asleep, Dorian shifted in the chair behind the Inquisitor’s desk, unconsciously scratching at a tickle on his cheek.  His chin listlessly dipped to his chest, and he let out a quiet snort of a snore.  Another tickle roused him enough that he scratched at his cheek again, a bit more aggressively, his hand lazily swatting at the air before it fell back into his lap.  He hadn’t quite sunk back into the depths of sleep before the tickling caused him to stir again, and this time, it wasn’t a scratch but a slap he laid against his cheek.  “Vishante kaffas!”  The Tevinter woke with an abrupt start, nearly tipping over backward in the chair before he regained his balance and his boots fell heavily on the floor.  

Blearily, he looked up to see Bull sitting on the corner of the desk, a smug grin on his face, and a small, downy feather in his hand.  Dorian leveled a disapproving finger at the Qunari as he scowled, but was met only with a rough chuckle.  “You were snoring,” Bull said, and a look of slanderous dismay passed across the Tevinter’s features as he laid a hand on his chest.  “What a vicious lie.  I was not,” Dorian said with a scoff that softened  as Bull placed a fingertip beneath his chin.  “But, it was a cute snore.  Like a baby snore.”  The mage’s mouth pursed defiantly as Bull started to lean down, and Dorian muttered, “I hate you,” and the Qunari simply replied, “Me you, too,” before placing a kiss on his lips.

When Bull leaned back, Dorian exhaled loudly and turned his eyes to gaze across the desk at Niyera.  “Don’t you think you should get some real sleep?” the Qunari asked as deposited the feather on the desk and stood.  “No,” the mage said as he scrubbed a hand across his face then propped his chin in his hand.  “I want to be here when she wakes up...so that I can tell her how angry I am... at her...for almost dying...before I kill her for being so stupid.”  A grunt from Bull drew Dorian’s eyes upward, and he rolled them before saying, “Fine.  I won’t kill her, but the rest of it is not negotiable.”  Without another word, the Tevinter rose and crossed on the other side of the desk from Bull to approach the bed.  He sat down on the edge and laid the back of his fingers to Niyera’s forehead then cradled her cheek in his palm.  “She’s still fevered,” concern was evident in his voice as he reached for the cloth in a basin of water on the bedside table.  Wringing it out, he folded it carefully, gently pressing it to each of her cheeks for before laying it across her forehead.  “I am so cross with you,” Dorian muttered at the unconscious elf before he took her hand in both of his, gently rubbing his thumbs against her knuckles.

****

When Solas opened his eyes in the Fade, diffuse sunlight fell around him, and he stepped into the grassy clearing.  Before him was the open air atrium that Niyera enjoyed visiting, its white pillars gleaming in the light.  She had spent so much time here that she’d left her imprint on this section of the Fade, and one of the light breezes that always stirred here brought her scent to him.  He breathed deeply, eyes closing so that he could fully savor the power of that singular sense.    She was near; he could feel her.  

Long strides brought him to the atrium, and he stepped between the pillars.  Discarded on a pile of pillows was a book of Elvhen poetry, the one they had read together, and nearby, a wine goblet rested on its side.  A thin trail of plum-hued wine still dripped from the lip, staining the white stone underfoot with each drop that splattered.  He stepped past it, turning in a half-circle as he moved forward, eyes searching every inch of the atrium.  A crunch beneath his foot stopped him, and looking down, he saw jewel-toned fragments of glass.  His eyes cut upward to discover one of the many stained glass mosaics had fallen away, allowing radiant sunlight to spill in.  

Stepping out of the shards, he dipped into an easy crouch, bracing his forearm on his knee as he plucked a sanguine wedge of glass from the pile.  One corner of his mouth drew tight as he tested the weight of the piece and took another thoughtful appraisal of his surroundings.  Around him, her energy thrummed, faint but distinctly her.  Inspecting the glass once more, he turned it just so, and its iridescent surface caught in the sunlight.  The red light it threw back blinded him momentarily, and a dull ache began to pulse somewhere behind his eyes.  He tried to blink away the pain, but it only increased until his fist closed around the shard, shattering it.  

The cracking of the glass rang in his ears as he felt the Fade around him shift, like he was the eye at the center of a cyclone.  No longer could he feel the warmth of the sun on his back or smell the sweet currents of jasmine.  The air grew cold and dense, and a scent like hot metal filled his nose.  As the slivers of glass dissolved in his hand and sifted through his fingers like sand, his surroundings solidified and he found himself in the twisted shadow of a familiar place.

The stone floor of the atrium was still under his feet, but it was slanted now, forcing him to adjust his stance to keep from sliding off.  He leaned into the pitch of the floor as he drew himself up to stand and let his eyes take in the view.  Everything around him was broken -- the atrium was off-kilter, pillars toppled, roof missing, and the base canted at a severe angle as it was half-buried in a watery mire.

Under the surface of the water surrounding him, there was a suffuse crimson glow, and it undulated as if disharmonious currents ran beneath.  Beyond the atrium were scattered a plethora of familiar monuments and land markers -- something distinct from almost every place they'd dreamt together.  With effort, he hiked to the high edge of the atrium’s floor, standing on the peak as he called out, “Where are you, vhenan?  I know you are here.”  There was no answer, but at his back, a templar rose from the waters, its shape drawn in fractals, glowing a misty red.  “Leave.  You are not wanted here,” the apparition intoned, a hint of warning in the unnatural cadence of its voice.

****

It had taken the better part of an hour, but Bull had convinced Dorian to at least nap on the couch.  Far too tall for the seat, he had scooched down until his knees bent over the arm, leaving his legs to dangle, back flat against the seat as he draped an arm over his eyes.  He had fallen asleep within minutes, and the Qunari tucked a fleece spread around him.  Once the mage was settled, Bull took up post at Niyera’s bedside and moistened the cloth again before draping it across her forehead.

Though he’d certainly been busy enough carving a line through the Carta in an attempt to get to her, he couldn’t help but appreciate the way she threw herself into the fight.  Careless though it was to go in alone, she had been fearless, unwavering, and that was something he admired.  When she had recovered, however, he’d already made a mental note to help her work on her hand-to-hand techniques.  With proper training, she could be quite formidable indeed, weapon or no.  

Bull only turned his attention from his charge when he heard the door to the Inquisitor’s inner chamber open, and he nodded his acknowledgement to Cassandra as she came to the top of the stairs.  Her arms were full of bandages and poultices, and she passed a casual, but mildly bemused glance to Dorian before she whispered, “Has she woken?”  Bull simply shook his head as the Seeker approached, and they sat in silence for several moments, each deep in their own thoughts.  Finally, with a shake of her head, Cassandra said, “I need to attend to her bandages,” as she crossed to the other side of the bed.  Her eyes passed to Bull as she waited expectantly for him to leave, but when he didn’t leave, she cleared her throat.  

The Qunari’s brow lowered, and he propped a calloused hand on his knee.  “Seeker, we’ve bathed in the same lake together, at the same time.  She’s not bashful, and neither am I.”  Cassandra’s eyes widened just a tad, and she made a slightly frustrated noise as she gestured.  “Fine.  Help me, then.”  Bull nodded, moving to sit on the bed.  When Cassandra drew back the covers, the Qunari lifted the elf easily into his lap, treating her with all the care one might use when handling an infant.  Seated on the other side of the bed, Cassandra propped Niyera’s heel against her thigh and began to unwind her bandage.

****

“I am afraid I cannot leave, not yet,” Solas returned, taking a few steps toward the templar.  The apparition wordlessly drew its sword, poised and waiting.  When the elf made no further advance, it spoke, “You have no choice.”  Solas’s hands splayed, as if indicating he was unarmed, and he took a few more steps, lingering just out of the templar’s reach.  “I believe that I do,” the mage argued, following with, “and I don’t intend to go without that for which I came.”  The templar’s gauntleted hand flexed on the hilt of his sword, his words monotone and wavering with an unnatural thrumming, “There is nothing left for you here.”  And, with no further words, the apparition attacked.

Having the advantage of higher ground, Solas nimbly leapt away from the templar’s clumsy attack, landing on his feet in the water outside the atrium with a splash.  An inhuman growl filled the air as the apparition followed after, taking a few broad swipes at the elf with his sword.  Each time, Solas dodged, and the two strode back and forth through the water in this fitful dance.  As they neared the water’s edge, a skeletal crimson hand clawed from the muck and snagged Solas’s ankle, and he pitched over backward, landing on the flat of his back on the bank.  The templar wasted no time as he clamored atop Solas, clapping a gauntleted hand down on the elf’s slender neck.

Though Solas raised his hands to grip the fingers that bent around his throat, he wasn’t fighting.  His eyes were riveted to the templar’s face, searching its glowing eyes as he said, “Niyera.... Ar lath ma, vhenan.”  A snarling keen echoed from the apparition as it threw down its sword and clamped its free hand on Solas’s throat as well.  “Don't say that,” it seethed harshly.  Tiny sparks of light had begun to wink at the edges of his vision, and yet, the elf barely struggled.  He said again, with somewhat more effort, “Ar lath ma.”

The templar’s face contorted in rage as it pulled Solas close to sneer at him before slamming him back into the ground.  Fingers of darkness groped at Solas’s mind as he shifted his hands down to grip the templar’s wrists.  When the apparition spoke, the pitch of its voice had changed, rising higher, though it was still distorted when it spat, “Ma harel.”  As the templar glared down at him, Solas began to lose his hold on its wrists, but managed to hoarsely whisper, “Ar lath ma.  Nuvenan na amahn.”  Around the elf’s throat, the templar’s hands began to shake, and it was a tremble that coursed up its arms and through its body.  A sharp gasp of a cry left the apparition as its form wavered, rippling from head to toe.  When the illusion had been entirely stripped away, Niyera sat astride Solas’s torso, hands still around his neck as tears coursed down her cheeks.  “Ma harel,” she repeated, no more than a breath, before she shoved him into the ground again and released him.

She left him there on the ground, gasping for air, as she turned her back and strode toward the water.  Like a tendril of smoke caught in a whirlwind, her form dispersed and spiraled away.   She rematerialized seated between the outstretched front paws of a massive stone wolf.  Reclined against one of its legs, a long, gauzy robe shrouded her form.  Aside from breast-band and linen loincloth she wore, bandages coiled along her limbs and embraced her torso.  Her hair was loose and long, and with no braid to hold back the locks from the shorn side of her scalp, subtly waved tendrils framed her face.  “Please...just leave, Solas,” she said wearily.

****

The last fingers of late afternoon sun stretched over the mountains, painting streaks of rose gold across the floor in the Inquisitor’s room as it slanted through the glass doors to the balcony.  A fire had been lit, casting off the chill that infused the stones of Skyhold after the fall of night.  Dorian sat on the couch, picking disinterestedly at the dinner he’d failed to finish, and Varric sat behind the desk, bent over curling sheets of parchment.  There was scarcely any sound between them beyond the dry scratch of quill on parchment and the subdued crackling of the wood in the hearth.

That made the barely audible murmur from behind Niyera’s closed lips all the more startling.  The mage and the dwarf shared a glance before Dorian popped up and over to her side.  Her eyes remained shut, her skin flushed and clammy, though a thin tremor ran the length of her body.  Behind her lids, her eyes darted back and forth fitfully, and when the Tevinter took her hand in his, her fingers curled in a weak grip.  He huffed a breath and shot the hint of a hopeful smile back at Varric, who returned the expression.

****

“You know I cannot, vhenan,” Solas said when he finally found his breath again.  With effort, he came to his feet, a hand massaging at his throat as he looked out across the water at her.  As he waded into the pool, he queried, “Are you waiting for Fen’Harel to take you?”  Her viridian eyes panned up as she lifted a hand to brush at the underside of the stone wolf’s muzzle.  “I wish he would.  Better to be a willing sacrifice in his jaws than a hapless victim in yours.”  Slowly, her eyes fell again to Solas, dark and hardened with pain.

“I do not think you understand what you are saying,” Solas cautioned subtly as he strode steadily closer.  “Do I not?” she began, “Such a wolf as he does not hide; he is not a coward.  He wears his fangs proudly,” her eyes drifted back up to the wolf, fingers still lazily stroking its muzzle as she continued.  “You, however, are more like a jackal, preferring to pick off the stray from the herd while lying under the cover of darkness,” she said.  He made no attempt to hide the effect her words had on him, a certain look of sorrow and regret clouding his grey-blue eyes.  “I have never regarded you as a stray.  Nothing so weak could draw and hold my attention as you do.  Your strength -- it is intoxicating and challenging.”  

He advanced another step, eyeing the statue over her head.  “And the Dread Wolf...yes, that is how he once was.  When he was young and brash, hot-headed,” the words drifted into silence on the edge of a sigh.  “But things change.  He changed.”  She took in the length of Solas in silence, a thoughtful regard that knitted her brow slightly as she leaned forward.  “What would you know of the Dread Wolf and his nature?”  Solas’s head canted to one side, and the weight of the jawbone talisman he wore seemed all the heavier suddenly.  “More than you might imagine,” he said, words chased with a weight she couldn’t make sense of.  Before she could question further, he spoke again, “And, what if this is where he has brought you?”  Solas questioned as he gestured at their surroundings, a broken nightmare of a place.  The words that fell from her lips were heavy with blame backed by a betrayal that forced her gaze to soften with sorrow, “No, Solas.  It was you who brought me here.  Make no mistake.”  He winced visibly, his voice trapped low in his throat, “Vhenan…”

****

Though she’d yet to open her eyes, Niyera had begun to stir:  a shift of her leg, the turn of her head, small sounds that filtered through closed lips.  Dorian had wondered aloud if her fever might finally be breaking and kept the damp cloth cool on her forehead with frequent changing.  The surgeon was summoned, and after examining the elf, she confirmed Dorian’s suspicions.  She advised an herbal compress to help draw the last of the fever and quickly left to retrieve it.  

When she returned, Cassandra and Bull were in tow.  At his insistence, the surgeon left the compress with Dorian, and he administered the treatment, while the rest looked on with bated expectation.  Another hour passed before her eyes fluttered, and something of a pained breath fell across her lips.  It was followed shortly by a hoarsely whispered name:  Solas.  “Varric,” Dorian called as he tossed a glance over his shoulder, but the dwarf was already on his feet.  “I’m on it,” he said before disappearing down the stairs.

****

The forward tilt of her head made her hair slip over her shoulders, soft waves framing hard words.  “Do not call me that, Solas.  You brought me to my most vulnerable and chose that moment to break me.  You no longer have the right.”  Her every word was a barb, sharpened just for him, and each pierced him to his core.  His head bowed to her, eyes closed against the truth of her words.  It hadn’t been his intention to dissolve their relationship that night, quite the opposite.  He wanted her to know how he felt, he wanted to show her how truly remarkable, how truly beautiful she was -- more than her physical appearance, but also her spirit, her mind, her heart.  The look in her eye after he’d removed the vallaslin, the tenderness of her kiss so sweet as if she would dissolve into him.  It struck him all at once, the realization that the love she bore for him was as deep as that he felt for her.  He had never expected that, and it terrified him.

Solas’s breath left him in a labored sigh as water rippled around his legs, the scarlet tendrils beneath the surface coiling around his calves, then slipping away as if unable to maintain their hold.  “You...made me forget myself, gave me hope for a future I had never envisioned being a part of.  For a time, I imagined that the world could be different, that I could be different,” he seemed to struggle with his words, and they trailed off.  He took a deep, clarifying breath before speaking, “I was so unprepared for you, Niyera.  Unprepared for how you would make me feel, what you would make me feel…”

“Tell me exactly what is it I’ve made you feel,” her words were all at once a plea and an accusation, forceful yet trembling.  “Whole,” he said softly, “alive.  It was never my intention,” he began as he tilted his face upward, closing the last measure of distance between them, “to let it go so far.  I never imagined that I would...could love you so much as I do...or that you would return that love.”  Her expression was difficult to read as she lifted her body from where she’d reclined, drawing one leg beneath her as the other draped over the edge of the statue’s base.  “There are duties I have sworn, things in the past I have done that I must make right,” he ventured to rest a hand beside her leg on the cold stone of the statue, “and I cannot change that.  I had only hoped to save you further pain when my inevitable departure occurred.”  He was so close.  He wanted to touch her, but resisted the urge, bowing his head against the compulsion.  

“You told me once, Solas, that you could not change, that there would be things you could not explain,” she said slowly, quietly, the volume of her voice lowering with every word.  “What did I tell you then?”  Without lifting his head, he confessed, “That...I was a risk you were willing to take.”  Hesitantly, like it was the first time, she traced her fingertips against the curve of his cheek as she said, “And, you still are.”  He could no longer help himself as he ran both hands lightly up the back of her calf, cupping it, as he pressed his forehead against her knee.  Her skin was warm when all else around them was cold.  “Then, return with me.  Let me, in however small a measure you might allow, try to repair what I have broken.”  Her lingering touch on his cheek lifted his face until their eyes met, and her expression stopped his breath in his chest.  Wordlessly, she reached out for his shoulders, and he slid his hands about her waist, lifting her from the statue’s ledge.  Her arms draped around his neck as he carefully set her on her feet, and several moments passed as they simply took each other in.  Eventually, he plucked her hand from his shoulder, pressed his lips to the backs of her fingers, then meshed her hand with his.  There was no need for words as they walked through and out of the Fade hand in hand.

****

Solas awoke slowly, his gradual withdrawal from the Fade leaving him more weary than usual, and he roughed a hand over his scalp.  A sense of relief snugged tight in the center of his chest, and a deep exhalation released some of the tension that had built in his muscles.  The rest, he imagined, would depart once he saw her and could be certain she had followed him out.  Joints in his legs and back protested loudly when he stood, but he didn’t spare a moment to stretch before he was out the door and on his way to her chambers.

When he came through the doors to the main hall, small groups had gathered here and there, clustered around brightly burning braziers and near the fire.  The air was alive with whispers, and a faint current of nervous energy hung throughout.  He was halfway down the length of the hall when he heard Varric’s voice call out from behind, “Chuckles!  There you are!  I’ve been looking everywhere.”  Solas paused but a moment to let the dwarf catch up, who then quickly said, “She’s asking for you.”  He couldn’t bring himself to say anything, but the smile that bent his lips was answer enough.

#solas #solavellan #aftermath #dragon age

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