#I did say I'd do six of these this week but that's ok I'll do another three tomorrow

[aethersea]

also how's conman in a bottle going 👀

it has not gone anywhere in well over a week bUT here, for you!

The [magic crimes division] worked out of a double-walled complex within the grounds of the royal palace. It had only one entrance—well, two, but the second was supposed to be secret. Neal assumed there were at least a few more, somewhat better concealed.  The wide expanse of cobblestones between the two walls was lit day and night by specially enchanted lanterns whose light never flickered. Neal thought it was hilarious. Demons weren’t actually creatures of darkness. It wasn’t that much harder to turn into a discreet little dust cloud drifting on a breeze than it was to become a pool of shadow. He assumed—hoped, really, for the sake of Peter’s pride if nothing else—that there were other, actually useful detection spells embedded in the lanterns, or possibly in the cobblestones. He wondered if his footsteps were ringing a dozen bells in some little security room somewhere.

#finx writes #finx has friends on the internet #hmm it's possible I could post a chapter of this actually #I've reached a decent spot for a chapter break #I should look it over for editing and then yeah. yeah I could post this #I will need a title though #luckily I know what the title is! it's the crest of the magic crimes division! #unluckily I do not know the crest of the magic crimes division #I have to sort out the colors still #but that's ok that can be a tomorrow problem #right now I am so very braindead somehow #no thoughts head empty gonna go make cookies and watch tv #I did say I'd do six of these this week but that's ok I'll do another three tomorrow

[luveline]

Ok Derek angst what about a non-bau gf getting jealous of his flirting with Garcia? Bc ngl if my bf did that with a girl who I hadn’t met I would be super upset and then May be his gf meets Garcia and realizes she’s a girls girl and super sweet? Idk u can take it any direction

ty for your request ♡ fem!reader

You don't want anything to do with Penelope Garcia. Honestly, you wouldn't ever meet her if you had your way, but you're level-headed enough to know that she's important to Derek. Integral to his life. It's a miracle you put off meeting her as long as you had. 

At first, you genuinely thought she was Derek's mom. He always ended calls with, "Love you, mama." It was only a few weeks ago when he shook things up to say, "I love you, babygirl," did you look up from the book on your thigh to ask who it was.

"Penelope," he'd said, like he was confused. "Who'd you think?" 

You shrugged noncommittal, earning yourself a hair pet and a kiss. You lay awake that night wondering if you got it wrong. You'd heard a hundred stories about her and felt reluctantly fond, but now? Your boyfriend calls other girls pet names, what do you do about that? What can you? 

You ignored it. And now you have to meet her. 

She doesn't seem as nefarious as you've imagined her, springing from her seat at the cafe table to hug you. "Hi! Oh my god hi! I can't believe I'm finally meeting you, I've never been this happy in my life! You're so pretty!" 

You wince at her arms thrown over your shoulders but reciprocate. You aren't a total bitch.

"Thank you," you say. She smells like coffee creamer and hairspray. She pulls away to beam at you, her lips painted a shiny, pretty red. "It's nice to meet you. Derek has nothing but good things to say about you."

It sounds awfully formal, like you're opening a bank account with a teller who has a shared acquaintance. Derek gives you a look. You give him a look back, mutual confusion. She may be his best friend, but you don't know her (and what you do know you're jealous of, so). 

Derek takes your hand despite your off behaviour to show you off with pride, his teeth peeking from behind his lips milky white. "My two favourite girls had to meet eventually."

"I thought I'd be more jealous about coming second," Penelope says, eyes twinkling, "but I've never seen Derek so happy." Her voice turns scratchy like stretched linen. "He deserves the best, you know? And it's clear you're it. He's smitten."

"Maybe don't give up all my secrets, sweetheart," he says. 

Seeing them together chills your raging envy. There's a lot of love there, clearly, but the sexual tension you pictured is fictional. "Girl code, my love,'' Penelope says with a shrug. She winks at you. 

Insecurity nags at your skin like condensation on a cold window, "You've known Derek for nearly six years? Have you guys always been this close?" 

"Well, mister muscles here didn't bother remembering my name for the first couple of weeks that we worked together, so he deferred to pet names. And, you know, he's him," —Penelope gestures to him as if to say, behold, drawing a startled laugh from you— "and I'm me, so. I didn't want him to stop." 

"Hey, now." 

Penelope shakes her head at you. "He always does this." 

"If 'this' is stopping you from talking bad on yourself, babygirl, then yeah. I'll always do it." 

You feel clarity break, the sweet taste of relief and the muggier lick of shame. Derek and Penelope have a special friendship. That you knew before meeting her. She's made a huge, irreplaceable impact on his life, and Derek has clearly done the same. They aren't playing work husband and wife —there are reasons for their affections that go well beyond the surface flirtation. 

"I get it. Nobody ever called me anything so nice as Derek calls me," you confide. Derek's eyebrows leap up. You've never told him this; you're telling Penelope as a sort of apology, though she can't know that. "I never got asked out growing up. When he asked me on a date I thought he was trying to win a bet." 

Penelope's expression flickers with relief. There and gone, quickly replaced by sympathy. "Are you kidding? You're so pretty, Derek's lucky he got to you before someone else did." 

Derek kisses your cheek. His lips linger against the apple of it, your joined hands pulled instinctively to his firm torso. You might be imagining it, but Derek seems to know everything, so he probably knows the hill you've just climbed in your head. "Damn straight I'm lucky. I'm surrounded by beautiful, genius women. This is paradise for the modern man." 

You flush at his touch and praise. Penelope makes a pleased squeak. "Ooh, you guys are cute! You need to let me take a photo. This'll make a great printout for your wedding."

"Penelope." 

#derek morgan #derek morgan x reader #derek morgan x you #derek morgan x y/n #derek morgan x fem!reader #derek morgan imagine #derek morgan fluff #derek morgan fanfic #derek morgan oneshot #derek morgan scenario #derek morgan drabble #derek morgan fic #derek morgan fanfiction #criminal minds fanfiction #criminal minds #criminal minds fic #criminal minds x reader

[samandcolbyownme]

Summary: anon request - "hear me out ok .. ok what if reader was getting a tattoo and JAKE is the person who does the tattoos??????"

Warnings: TW needles, getting tattooed, male tattooing female reader, mentions of being in pain and smoking, mainly fluff

Word Count: 5.5K | kind of edited

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"Hello?"

"Hey y/n, it's Corey from Emblem One."

You smile, "oh hey. What's up, Corey?" You sit up and listen to him, " So, Vienna isn't going to be in today, she's got a bad, and I mean bad case of the flu."

You pout slightly, "Oh. Thats too bad. I hope she feels better soon."

"Yeah, me too. I just got done rescheduling her appointments today.. she was booked and busy so it's.. been a day so far." He laughs slightly, "But I know you trust the rest of us, and I was going down over our other appointments and Jake has an earlier opening if you want it."

"Is he the one you were talking about bringing in a few weeks ago?"

"Yeah, that's him. He does pretty sick work, if I do say so myself, but you know that if I didn't think he could do your tattoos, I wouldn't recommend him." Corey chuckles slightly, "I know it's a sternum tattoo, so if you're no-"

"Put me in." You say quickly, "I need tattoo therapy Corey. I can't wait any longer." You laugh and he clicks his tongue, "You got it."

He pauses for a second, "So instead of coming in at six like you were supposed to with V, he can get you in at two thirty. That sound okay?"

"That's absolutely perfect. Thank you so much for calling me."

"Anytime. See you in a little."

"Yep, bye." You hang up, checking the time before getting up to go shower.

You were getting a chest piece done, a floral setting under your boobs with a vine that goes in between them.

You were actually kind of nervous for this one, well.. it wouldn't be as bad if you hadn't let google and all of its pain scale ratings deter your feelings about it.

You tried not to think about it by going to the shops page, looking to see if they posted an introduction to Jake.

They did, and wow is he ever pretty.

You bite your lip, reading down over the basic info that's listed below his picture.

Emblem One would like to introduce our newest artist, Jake Webber. Jake has been tattooing for a few years and he is absolutely incredible. You can swipe to see a few of the pieces that he's done so far, and if you would like to schedule an appointment with Jake, please call the shop and we'll get you set up.

You raise your eyebrows as you swipe through the attached pictures, "Wow." You shake your head, Corey was right, his work is pretty sick.

You find yourself in the comments, and to no surprise, you're reading stuff that definitely should have stayed in the keyboard.

User1: I have no tattoos, but now I want one that will take hours

User2: I have a few openings that I can definitely schedule you in to fill.

User3: I'd leave a wet spot on the table, he's so hot

"People have no chill." You roll your eyes, laughing slightly as you double tap the picture to like it before getting in the shower.

.·:*¨ ✘ ¨*:·.

You push the door to the tattoo shop open, walking in as you give Corey a smile, "Hey."

He stands up, "What's up, y/n?"

You shake your head, closing the door behind you, "Nothing really, about to get a tattoo." You laugh slightly and he chuckles, "You don't say."

He slides the paper for you to sign, "Are you nervous?"

You sign your name and shrug, "I know it's going to hurt, but I'm so excited for it."

He chuckles and nods, "Yeah, I don't really think it's going to tickle." He nods to the back, "I'll go tell Jake you're here."

He walks back, leaving you alone in the small lobby that you're very familiar with. You walk over, looking at the different paintings and drawings that are on the walls.

You've seen them a bunch of times but they always amaze you.

"Y/n."

You turn, seeing Jake standing there and your eyes move up to meet his - wow, he's a lot taller in person.

You smile, "Yes, hi." You walk over to him, "You must be Jake."

He extends his hand out, "That would be me."

You lay your hand in his and it feels like fireworks are going off inside of your stomach.

"So if you're ready.." he nods towards the door, hand still holding yours, "You can follow me this way."

You nod, blinking a few times as you smile, "Yes. I am more than ready." You slip your hand from his and he gives you a little smirk before walking back the hall.

You follow him back, saying hi to the other artists that are there today.

"You're popular here aren't you?" Jake jokes and you laugh, "I've known Corey since, middle school, I think."

"So you're friends with the owner, how sick is that?" Jake sits down on his stool and you nod, "It has its perks."

You sit your bag down on the extra chair in the corner and shrug your jacket off. You turn around letting out a quiet, but loud enough to catch Jake's attention, "shit."

"Everything okay?" Jake looks up from getting everything set up and you nod, "Yeah, well. I mean no. I wanted to bring an extra shirt with me, just so I didn't get ink all over this one, and I forgot it."

"I have an extra one if you want it." Jake offers and you raise your brows, "Do you really?"

He nods, getting up from his stool, "It's in my car, but I can go out and grab it quick."

"Are you sure?" You tilt your head, "I don't want to be a hassle. I know you have other appointments later."

He shakes his head, "Nah, just one. But that isn't until six or something, so we have plenty of time." He grabs his keys and points to the door, "I'll be right back."

"Thank you!" You say as he walks out. You turn, digging your phone from your bag and bringing it up to text your best friend, I got rescheduled so I'm here at the shop now. Corey put me with the new guy they hired and oh my gosh is he a sweetheart, and oh, he is sooo pretty, too. Go to Emblem One on IG and look. It's their new artist. Jake.

Just as you get done, basically fan girling about Jake, he walks back in, "Here you are."

You take the shirt from his hand and smile, "You are a lifesaver, Jake. Thank you."

He bats the air, "Oh shucks." He laughs slightly and walks towards the door, "I'm going to let you get comfortable, I'll be back in a few."

You watch as he leaves, closing the door behind him.

You take off your shirt off, followed by your bra before slipping on his shirt. Your eyes scan over the black walls, moving over the long mirror hung horizontally against it.

You walk over to the mirror, spending the last few minutes alone trying to figure out how you were going to keep yourself covered while he tattoos.

As you're moving the shirt around, there's a knock on the door and you quickly pull it down, "Come in."

The door opens and Jake walks in, "Comfy cozy?"

You laugh slightly, moving to sit back on the table, "As much as I can get."

"Is there anything else I can do for you before we get started?" He sits down, turning to look at you with a smile.

You tilt your head, "It's more or less how I'm going to stay covered up, I don't want anyone uncomfortable. I seen other shops have hospital gowns that they have people put on backwards.."

He smirks slightly, "I was actually thinking about that out there and, I don't have a hospital gown, but what I can do, is cut the shirt up the middle and then tape it down so you're covered."

"I don't want you ruining your shirt, Jake." You shake your head slightly and he shrugs, "That's an old shirt anyway. I won't miss it."

"Are you sure?" You ask and he smiles as he grabs the scissors, "So. Are we doing this?"

You laugh, moving to stand up, "I guess we are."

He rolls over, pinching the hem of the shirt with his fingers before gliding the scissors upward. You lay your hands on your boobs to keep them covered and your breath hitches quietly as the cool air hits your skin.

"Let me grab the tape."

You nod as you watch him wheel over, grabbing the white tape before coming back over. He look up at you, "If you feel uncomfortable at anytime and need or want me to stop, please tell me."

"You're fine, Jake." You smile.

That wasn't a lie, you were, oddly enough, more comfortable with him than you were with any of your actual guy friends.

"I'm just saying. I don't want you writing a bad yelp review." He tries not to laugh but fails which causes you to laugh, "Oh yeah, I'm going to totally go home after this and write the worst review ever."

"Maybe that'll make the girls in the instagram comments stay away." He snickers as he shakes his head while taping down the shirt to your skin.

"You saw them?" You drop your hands and he look up with a nod, "Oh yeah." He rolls his eyes and sighs, "But I seen you liked it, so thanks for that."

You can feel your cheeks heating as he pushes himself back, "Oh, that. Yeah, i was just.. showing love to my favorite tattoo shop, you know."

Way to play it cool, y/n, you mentally slap yourself as you sit down on the table again.

He chuckles, "No I appreciate that. I know being a new artist to some is kind of scary, but Corey said he would hype me up and it obviously worked, since you're sitting on my table."

You laugh, "he did. Don't worry. He said your art was sick and I have to agree with him. You do some good work, Jake."

He smiles as he holds up a fresh, unopened needle, "Steril, clean." He brings it down to open it up, "Thank you. I appreciate getting that confirmed." He chuckles as he puts everything together.

You make small talk while he gets the stencil ready, asking where you're both from, what you do for work, this and that.

"alright, if you would come stand in front of me." He points with his pinky to the floor in front of him. You walk over to him and he rubs soap onto your skin before shaving the spot the stencil is going to be.

You look in the mirror, watching Jake as he works to get you ready.

"I'm actually nervous about this. I heard this spot hurt."

He smirks, "everyone is different, you know pain tolerance and all, but considering you have a few others, I think you'll be fine. If you need to take a break or two, or five.." he laughs slightly, "Just let me know."

You nod, "Sounds good."

He applies a thin layer of the stencil solution to your skin before turning around to pick up the thin layer of paper, "Alright. Nice and straight and stay as still as you can for me."

You let your hands hang by your sides as you try to control your breathing. You glance in the mirror, watching as Jake smooths out the stencil over your sternum and under your boobs.

"I think, this is going to be a sick ass tattoo." Jake leans back, letting the stencil sit for a few seconds before gently peeling it off, "take a look at that, let me know if you need it moved or anything."

He watches as you turn to look at the stencil in the mirror. You nod, "That's good. I like where it's at."

He nods, "Then we'll let that dry for a few minutes then I guess we'll get right into it." He smiles as he turns away to pour the ink into the little cups.

"I know your post said you've been tattooing for a while, but I'm nosey, so how long is a while exactly?" You sit back down, making sure to keep your body as straight as you can.

He laughs slightly, "Well, if you must know." He glances at you with a smirk, "I was an apprentice for about two years then I worked with an artist in the city for a little bit until I got a call from Corey."

"Did Corey find you on Instagram?" You reach up to run your hand through your hair and Jake laughs, "No, actually. My friend Sam got him in touch with me."

You blink, "Wait. Sam.. what's his last name?"

"Golbach."

"Shut up."

"I'm confused." Jake laughs and you shake your head, "No, no. I know Sam."

"Really? No fuckin' way." Jake's mouth drops open, "How do you know Sam?"

"My family knows his family. Ever since we were little." You shake your head, "That's crazy. Maybe it is a small world after all."

"Yeah, yeah." He smiles, "It sure is."

You smile and after a few seconds of silence, he points, "I'm going to check your stencil if that's okay."

"Oh no." You push your chest out, "Go ahead."

He walks up, gently rubbing his finger over the end part and nods, "Ready?"

You take a deep breath, "I guess so." You laugh as you swing your legs up, lying back on the table. Jake sits down, wheeling himself and the cart over.

You hear the buzzing of the tattoo gun and you take a deep breath. Jake applies a thin layer of Vaseline over the stencil, "Alright. If you need a break at all, let me know."

"Alright." You nod, taking in a deep breath before he anchors your skin down to start.

.·:*¨ ✘ ¨*:·.

Halfway through the tattoo, you opted for a break.

Jake takes your hand, helping you sit up. You swing your legs over the edge of the table, "Thank you."

He nods, taking off his gloves before shrugging off his jean jacket, revealing a t-shirt with the sleeves cut off.

"I like your tattoos." You smile as your eyes move over his tatted skin. He smiles, "Thanks. I'm kind of an addict when it comes to them."

"Tattoos are hot, so it's okay." You smirk at him as you get up to look into the mirror. He walks up behind you, "Yeah, they really are." His eyes move from your half finished tattoo to your eyes and his lips form into a smirk before he turns away.

"Do you care if I go out and have a smoke real quick?"

You shake your head, "Nope. You're good." You smile at him, "Take your time."

"So sweet." He smiles and pulls the pack from his jacket pocket, "I don't know if you smoke, but I'd feel like it would be rude of me not to offer you one."

You laugh and shake your head, "I only smoke when I'm drinking, or drunk, I should say."

"Nothing wrong with a drink and smoke." He smiles and puts a cigarette between his lips, "I'll be back."

You nod, bending down to get your phone out so you can snap a picture of your tattoo progress. You laugh when you read over the text from your friend, oh my god. He is absolutely beautiful. You're letting him see your tits? Lucky day for both of you lol

You roll your eyes, taking a picture of your current state, He gave me his shirt and cut it so he could keep me covered. He's honestly very respectful, but we're halfway done. I'll send you a picture when it's all done.

You walk back over and toss your phone in your bag before going back to sit on the table. As you sit and wait for Jake, you can't help but think about how you feel like you've known Jake for years.

You clicked with him, so fast that it was actually kind of scary.

"I brought you a water." Jake says as he rounds the corner into the room. You look up, smiling as you take it, "Thank you so much."

You open it, taking a sip before lifting your legs to rest them on the table, "How was your smoke?"

He nods, "It was alright." He laughs as he grabs new gloves, "Don't worry, I washed my hands when I came in."

"No worries, I trust you." You smile, watching as he pulls the black gloves over his hands.

He had nice hands. Very. Nice hands.

"Are you ready to start again?" Jake snaps you out of your stare and you smile, "Yes. Yes I am." You lay back on the table as look over at Jake, "So is this your first sternum piece?"

He looks up at you, "Mm, not really. I did a touch up on one other, but her boyfriend stared me down the whole time."

"Oh I bet that was awkward." You stare up at the ceiling, "I hate that. I hate people in general."

Jake chuckles before he starts tattooing, "I totally get what you mean."

"Oh, I don't hate you. I hope you didn't ta-"

He cuts you off, "Not at all. Not at all." He smiles as he continues, "Don't take this the wrong way, but you have beautiful skin."

You bite down on your lip, smiling as you feel your cheeks turning red, "Thank you? I think."

He leans back, wiping your skin, "I meant that as a compliment, sorry if it didn't sound like one."

"No, no. It did. I just.. never got that compliment before."

"Really?" He shakes his head, "People are missing out to see you smile, then." He glances up at you, and you can tell that he's just as comfortable with you as you are with him.

You didn't really believe in love at first site stuff, but you did believe in that click, and that click is what you have with him.

"Alright, now this part might hurt a lot more than the bottom piece, so if you need another break, just tell me."

You give him a nod, biting down on your lip as he starts the vine that's between your boobs.

"Oh.. gosh.." you take calming breathes as he was right, it does hurt, "you were right."

You close your eyes, trying to think of something else and Jake helps with that.

"Have you lived here long?"

"Kind of." You say instantly, "I've been here a few years. I actually only live a few streets over in the Green Ridge apartment building."

"Nice, nice." Jake wipes away and gives you a little breather, "Do you have any pets?"

"I have a cat." You laugh slightly, "I would love a dog, but my building doesn't have the grass around it for them to go out, you know."

"Oh man. Of course not. What's your cat's name?"

You laugh slightly, "Um. It's mystic. He's a fluffy grey cat and I got the name from The Vampire Diaries." You wince slightly as you feel the needle piercing your skin, "I'll show you a picture when we're done."

"I would love to see it." He smiles as he moves onto the next part, "I don't have any pets. Mainly because I spend most of my time in the shop, whether it's drawings or tattooing, I just like being here."

"Did you draw that moon phase picture above the mirror?" Your eyes move to the frame and back to him, "Yeah I did." He looks up at you with a smile, "it wasn't easy, took me forever but I finally finished it."

"Do you.. think you can draw me a flower piece that connects to the top of this one?"

He nods, "I'd be honored."

.·:*¨ ✘ ¨*:·.

Two hours of talking and tattooing later, Jake is up by your shoulder, leaning over you to finish the top of your tattoo, "We are almost done, sweetheart."

The cute little pet name makes your stomach flip and your cheeks turn pink, "Okay." You say quietly with a smile, "I'm so excited to see it."

"I may be biased, since I'm the one who's doing it, but it's so pretty." He nods, "I like it."

"I'm sure I will too."

"If you don't like it, you can tell me. I promise I'll wait to cry until you leave." He laughs and turns to get more ink.

"I don't think you'll need to cry. From what I already saw, I'm in love with it already." You smile at him and he nods, "I'm glad."

His arm lays over your shoulder, resting under your chin. You close your eyes, feeling the vibrations move through his arm and before you know it.

You're done.

Jake leans back, "Well.." he wipes off your skin, "we're done."

"Already?" You smirk, "That didn't even take long."

He laughs as he helps you sit up, your hand in his and his other on the center of your back, "Take a look."

You glance down before sliding off the table. You walk over to the mirror and your jaw drops, "Oh my god."

"Go easy on me, I'm sensitive." He holds his hands up and laughs.

"No, Jake. This is .. this is beautiful." You turn back to look at it more, "By far my favorite tattoo."

"I'm glad you love it. I love it too." He sprays a paper towel and sits down, "I'm just going to wipe it off some more then take a picture if you don't mind?"

You turn to face him, "I don't mind." You smile as you step towards him, feeling that relief as he wipes over the completed tattoo. (A/n: if you ever had a tattoo, you know exactly what I'm talking about.)

He rests his hand on your hip as his eyes move over the tattoo, wiping it in different spots, "Beautiful."

You look down at him and he smirks, "That tattoo looks pretty good, too." He winks before turning to grab his phone.

Okay, so there's something there. You weren’t imagining it.

You take a deep breath, licking your lips as you turn to look at it in the mirror again, admiring his work.

"Alright." Jake says, "Ready when you are."

You turn back to him, standing up as straight as possible as he snaps a few pictures.

"Got them. I'll probably post it later if you're okay with that?" He looks up at you and you nod, "Whatever you want to do. I'm covered."

"I definitely wouldn't post them if you weren't." He chuckles and points, "Do you want me to take that tape off or did you want to do it at home?"

"You can take it off and I'll just wrap the shirt over and we can slap a new piece on if that'll work?" You motion to pulling the shirt over and he nods, "oh yeah, that will totally work. Do you want me to cover it?"

"Oh yes. Please." You nod and he gives you a thumbs up before turning around to grab some Saniderm. He holds up the piece, "I think that'll be good for the bottom, I'll cut a skinnier piece for the vine part."

You nod, letting him do whatever he needs to do.

He runs his hands over the clear covering and then moves to take the tape off, "If you wanted to grab this side, I'll go ahead and work at getting these pieces off."

"Okay." You hold the side against you as he peels each piece of tape off on the other side before you hold that side of the shirt against you.

You pull the shirt over, holding it there until he grabs a new piece, "Thank you again, for the shirt, for cutting your shirt, and for doing all of this."

"It's not a problem at all, y/n." He smiles as he rubs the piece of tape to stick to the fabric, "Thank you for allowing me to do this."

"Corey said you were good, I just wanted to see how good." You smile and step back. He smiles, "Well I appreciate your curiosity getting the best of you."

"Of course." You nod and go over to grab your jacket, slipping it on before grabbing your bag, "Do you want me to meet you out front then?"

He nods, "Yeah that'll be good."

"Okay." You walk out to the front and Corey looks up, "Well, I see you're alive. How was it?"

"Painful. But.. worth it." You laugh and rest your bag on the counter, "You have a good artist back there."

He tilts his head, "Good as in he does good work, or good as in you like him?" He smirks and you shrug, "Is it okay to say both?"

He chuckles and rolls his eyes, "I guess." His eyes move behind you as Jake walks out. He moves behind you and around to stand next to Corey.

You hand him the money the amount for the tattoo and he squints his eyes, "How much did you and Vienna agree on?"

"Three fifty." You say and Jake laughs, "I'll take two."

You sigh, "then I'm leaving you a big tip."

He chuckles and Corey looks between the two of you, "I have to go.. check on something.. I think." He laughs as he walks away, leaving you and Jake at the desk.

"I'm not leaving until you take it." You rest it down on the counter and Jake sighs, "You're persistent."

"I like to show my appreciation." You smirk and he picks up the cash, "Fine." He smirks and sets it down on the desk, "Are we looking at scheduling another?"

"Is that even a question?" You laugh and Jake sighs, "Yeah, a dumb question." He laughs and looks at his schedule, "When did you want to come back in? For the shoulder connecting piece, right?"

You nod, "Um, we can do like two, three weeks? That should give you enough time to draw it up for me."

"Okay." He bends down, clicking on the computer, "Does the twenty first sound good?"

"That's perfect." You smile and watch as he writes down the date on an appointment card. He hands it to you and right when he's about to say something else, the door opens and you both look over.

A guy walks in, smiling at both of you.

"Hey Matt, I'll be right with you." Jake nods to him and looks back at you. You sigh, "Thanks again, Jake. I really appreciate it."

"Anytime."

And with that, you leave the shop, mentally beating yourself up that you didn't ask him out.

.·:*¨ ✘ ¨*:·.

A few days later

The last few days have been painful and irritating as you can't really sleep comfortably yet.

So it's two am, you're wide awake, and your phone goes off.

Who could that be, you think as you sit up, leaning over to grab it.

Hey, y/n. It's Jake. I'm so sorry that it's so late but I cannot stop thinking about you.

Your mouth drops slightly as you feel an excited rush roll over your body. You smile, biting your lip as your thumbs quickly tap the screen, Hi Jake. I'm glad to see that we both feel the same way.

You clutch your phone, anxiously awaiting his response.

Okay, wow. This is embarrassing. I honestly didn't expect you to be awake, but then again I'm glad you are. I wanted to ask you out at the shop the other day but I was so fucking nervous.

You giggle slightly, happy that you finally got the message you were waiting for, or waiting for the courage to send.

You tap the screen biting down on your lip as you send the message, You're literally taking the words right out of my mouth. I was so nervous, too.

You see the bubbles pop up, disappear, and then pop up again before he finally sends his message, This might be a long shot, but what are you doing right now?

You look at your screen confused but you answer, I can't sleep so I'm just lying in bed wide awake.

He answers, almost instantly, Do you want to take a drive?

You answer instantly, Yes, please.

You send him your address and he responds, I'll be there in twenty, I'll text you when I'm there.

You kick the blankets off, hurrying over to grab a pair of sweats and a sweatshirt from your closet. You brush your hair, not worrying about anything else before you walk out to your living room to wait.

You were kind of nervous, but at the same time, you were so excited to see him.

Twenty minutes later, your phone lights up and it's a text from Jake, I'm parked out front in the Tesla.

You grab your bag, making sure you have your keys before walking out of the door. You walk down, smiling at his car as you walk towards it.

He smiles at you through the windshield, leaning across the consol to open the door for you.

"Thank you." You say as you get in and shut the door. You turn towards him as you buckle, giving him a quiet, "Hey."

"Hey." He smiles and looks away, "god why am I so nervous?" He laughs and looks back at you. You shrug, "I asked myself that, too. A few times on the way out here."

He smile and shakes his head, "I figured we could stop, get some snacks before we drive around?"

You nod, "That's good with me."

"Okay." He nods and starts driving, "So. I have to ask. Are the lines on your tattoo straight?"

"I think so." You look at him, "Why do you ask?"

"Because.." he laughs, "I had to force myself to not shake."

You laugh slightly, "Aw, Why were you shaking?" He looks over at you, "I started shaking the minute you turned around to look at me in the lobby."

"Well you did a good job at covering it up because I couldn't even tell you were." You smirk and he sighs, "Well that's a relief." He looks over at you, "Tattoo healing okay?"

You nod, "Oh yeah. I took the stuff off two days ago I think?" You look over at him, "Do you want to see it?"

"If you're okay with that." He nods, "I'd love to."

He pulls into the parking lot and you unbuckle, bunching up your sweatshirt to reveal the underboob part of the tattoo, "I love it."

He raises his eyebrows, "That looks so good."

You nod, "It's healing perfectly."

He smiles as he points to the building, "Shall we go get some car ride snacks?"

You nod, "Let's do it."

You get out, walking in with him. You stay close to him, mainly because you're just happy to be with him. You grab some snacks and a drink, making your way up and Jake takes you stuff from your arms to pay.

"You don't have to do that." You say and he looks back at you, "You got out of bed at two in the morning for me, it's the least I could do."

You roll your eyes with a smile and wait for him to grab the bag before you walk out. You get back in the car and Jake looks over at you, staring for a few seconds.

"What?" You ask shyly, "Is there something on my face?" You brush your face and Jake laughs, "No." he sighs, "You are just.. amazing."

He laughs nervously and you smile as you look down, "So are you."

He turns towards you , word vomit spilling out, "I definitely would have asked you out the day you were at the shop, but I didn't want to do it with Matt standing and.. and then I thought that I could wait until your next appointment with me, but I couldn't so I got your number from your client profile and I just.. had to see you sooner."

"I'm glad you did. I was beating myself up over not saying anything." You sigh, "Plus. You're worth getting out of bed at two in the morning for."

He smiles and shakes his head, "That.. is sweet. Thank you."

You laugh, "I'm just glad we feel the same."

"You had me when you first looked at me, but you really got me at I hate everyone." He laughs, "I'm just glad that it wasn't all in my head."

You shake your head, "Nope. It's not."

.·:*¨ ✘ ¨*:·.

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[white-sinner]

Welcome home little brother

Obey me x eight little brother reader

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we all know that sometimes it's the younger brother who either covers our asses or resolves conflicts (or most of the time he pisses us off) and here's the case send your condolences to the brothers because M/N this time really messed up but maybe this will help the brothers understand each other better?

being the youngest sometimes has advantages such as for example you don't find yourself in stupid arguments between your brothers but today you really couldn't take it anymore and since this morning they have been arguing and now it's almost time to sleep!

this is how the brothers are arguing right now:

M/N: that's enough! I've been putting up with you all morning with these fucking quarrels now stop!

all 7 stopped as if you paused until someone breaks the silence

Levi: It's not my fault that Mammon doesn't give me my money back!

Mammon: Now don't try to blame it all on me!

Satan: the two of them are always less irritating than Lucifer!

in a fraction of a second they were arguing again

M/N: Why don't you try putting yourself in each other's shoes?

Lucifer: as if these six could survive with my sin

Satan: what do you think?! is mine easy?!

from here an idea came to you do you remember that a few weeks ago Solomon gave you a potion that came out wrong you wanted to throw it away but now you have found a use for it

M/N: all seven of you drink this

Beel: What is this?

M/N: a potion of swap all seven of you will trade your sins for a day so you'll figure out how to live with each other's sins for a day

All: perfect so this assholes will understand what I have to live with!

all the brothers drank the potion while you explained what sins they will have: Lucifer will have the sin of Mammon,Mammon that of Lucifer,Levi that of Satan,Satan that of Asmo,Asmo that of Levi and the twins that of the other twin

M/N: ok now go to sleep in the room of which brother you have the sin and tomorrow morning the day will begin swap will begin

In the morning the differences during breakfast could already be seen from the following morning Belphie ate more than usual but much more, Beel sleeps on the table, Satan is looking at himself, Levi it ​​seemed that anything could make him explode the only ones who seemed normal were Asmo, Lucifer and Mammon

everyone at the RAD was confused luckily you had warned Diavolo, Barbatos, Simeon, Solomon and Luke of the situation the night before with a message, Lord Diavolo was very excited to think it was a good opportunity for the brothers to understand each other better (poor naive)

but as soon as you got home later because you had to talk to a professor the scene was..

Mammon:LUCIFER!

Lucifer was hanging on the wall, Mammon was scolding him, Levi had erupted he was in his demon form and was shouting at Satan because he kept making videos, Belphie was gobbling up the kitchen, Beel was sleeping soundly on the floor and Asmo was with headphones in his ears looking at you with a look: either you shut them up or I commit mass murder, the choice is yours

It took you 49 minutes to calm them down except for Mammon who kept glare at Lucifer

dinner was quick since you could no longer mentally cope with these 7 crazy people and you just wanted this day to end

The day after

M/N: so what was it like to live with the sins exchanged?

All: I admit it’s more difficult than it seems

Levi: How the fuck does Satan keep his cool even for an hour?!

Lucifer: I never thought I'd say this but mammon with too much pride scares me

Mammon:*look at Lucifer* I don't know if that would be a compliment or an insult

Satan: I guess I'll read one of my libraries again to forget what I did yesterday and someone remind me to delete my entire phone gallery…

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[kaisntbreathing]

NSFW WRITTING PROMPTS BY ME :)

⚠️ NSFW WARNING ⚠️

100 NSFW WRITING PROMPTS

Prompt one:

"You painted your nails? Then go ahead and claw my back with them"

Promt two:

"Swallow. All of it"

Prompt three:

"I wanna eat you out so bad right now baby."

Prompt four:

"You feel so good baby..."

Prompt five:

"Jesus you're still..."

Prompt six:

"You like my cock in you baby?"

Prompt seven:

"Baby we don't have to-"

Prompt eight:

"Shhhh..I've got you honey"

Prompt nine:

"Look at you already a whimpering mess and I haven't even touched you yet"

Prompt ten:

"Hmmm no underwear/panties?"

Prompt eleven:

"I need you to cum all over my mouth please-"

Prompt twelve:

"Did you atleast lock the door?"

Prompt thirteen:

"I want to hear you scream"

Prompt fourteen:

"So tight just f'me"

Prompt fifteen:

"I'm not hurting you am I?"

Prompt sixteen:

"Such a needy little thing huh?"

Prompt seventeen:

"My hand would look so good around your throat"

Prompt eightteen:

"Jesus, you're already dripping for me"

Prompt nineteen:

"You're so fucking gorgeous, taking my fingers so good"

Prompt twenty:

"Suck. Now"

Prompt twenty one:

"You're a goddamn slut you know that?"

Prompt twenty two:

"Ah fuck...I knew you'd feel good"

Prompt twenty three:

"Christ baby the filthy fucking things I'd do to that hole"

Prompt twenty four:

"I love you, I love you s'much, gonna make you feel s'good, gonna fill you up just like you want baby I promise"

Prompt twenty five:

"Your legs are trembling, sweetheart...Do I make you feel that good?"

Prompt twenty six:

"What did I tell you sweetheart, legs apart"

Prompt twenty seven:

"What I really want is to pin you against this wall and fuck you senseless darling"

Prompt twenty eight:

"Right th- Shit! (Name), don't- don't move please, please"

Prompt twenty nine:

"I need you right now Princess"

Prompt thirty:

"God that's s'good"

Prompt thirty one:

"Tell me how much you love it when I fuck you"

Prompt thirty two:

"I want you to say it, say you want me"

Prompt thirty three:

"Don't touch me, just watch"

Prompt thirty four:

"If I have to stop what I'm doing, you won't be able to walk for the next week"

Prompt thirty five:

"No, just relax, lem'me take care of you darling"

Prompt thirty six:

"I'll make you feel so good I promise"

Prompt thirty seven:

"If you want to stop tap on my wrist"

Prompt thirty eight:

"New plan. I want to be face-to-face with you"

Prompt thirty nine:

"Yeah... Yeah. You, god look at you Doll"

Prompt fourty:

"Fuck yeah baby....Just stay still, gonna give it to you harder"

Prompt fourty one:

"What am I going to do with you?"

Prompt fourty two:

"You ready babes? I'm not going easy"

Prompt fourty three:

"Fuck are you crying? Crying on my cock? Oh baby. Baby, baby, baby. You're so sweet"

Prompt fourty four:

"Holy fuck- baby you're so tight"

Prompt fourty five:

"More? More? You want more sweetheart?"

Prompt fourty six:

"You think ones enough? No you're gonna keep count"

Prompt fourty seven:

"Finish inside me, I mean it"

Prompt fourty eight:

"Try to stay quiet f'me ok? Can you do that baby doll?"

Prompt fourty nine:

"I want you to break me"

Prompt fifty:

"Turn around"

Prompt fifty one:

"Are you shy?"

Prompt fifty two:

"Shh baby, not so loud"

Prompt fifty three:

"Hold onto my hand sweetie, I've got you, I promise"

Prompt fifty four:

"Open your fucking legs whore"

Prompt fifty five:

"I'm so close baby, a little more"

Prompt fifty six:

"You heard me. Take. It. Off"

Prompt fifty seven:

"Lem'me see you gorgeous"

Prompt fifty eight:

"You can put your mouth on it"

Prompt fifty nine:

"God, baby, I need to be inside you"

Prompt sixty:

"So pretty the noises you make"

Prompt sixty one:

"Fuck yourself silly on my fingers Hun"

Prompt sixty two:

"I don't have the patience to take off your clothes right now"

Prompt sixty three:

"So fucking beautiful baby"

Prompt sixty four:

"I wanna taste you, is that alright?"

Prompt sixty five:

"I want to hear you beg"

Prompt sixty six:

"Take your shirt off sweetheart"

Prompt sixty seven:

"God look at you, absolute perfection in the flesh"

Prompt sixty eight:

"Either you take them off or I rip them off"

Prompt sixty nine:

"Roll over let me get a good look at you"

Prompt seventy:

"Honey make those perfect sounds again for me"

Prompt seventy one:

"Look what you do to me"

Prompt seventy two:

"I love it when your eyes roll back like that"

Prompt seventy three:

"God baby I need to be inside you"

Prompt seventy four:

"When...Did you buy those?"

Prompt seventy five:

"Come on, I want the neighbors to hear you scream my name"

Prompt seventy six:

"This toy looks so pretty inside you... Want me to turn it on baby?"

Prompt seventy seven:

"Mm-mm, you're staying right there darling"

Prompt seventy eight:

"Open your mouth"

Prompt seventy nine:

"You wanna try all the way in?"

Prompt ninety:

"The way you say my name, babydoll..."

Prompt ninety one:

"You want it right here? Right now?"

Prompt ninety two:

"Spread your legs and finger yourself for me, baby"

Prompt ninety three:

"Oh sweetheart... Let me clean you up"

Prompt ninety four:

"I know, sweetheart. I've got you"

Prompt ninety five:

"Turn over baby, I'll warm you up"

Prompt ninety six:

"Look at the mess you made baby"

Prompt ninety seven:

"Bend over so I can punish you"

Prompt ninety eight:

"Your cunt/pussy is so fucking perfect"

Prompt ninety nine:

"I can't wait to be inside you"

Prompt one hundred:

"Let me breed that fucking cunt"

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[shallyne]

Feysand Week Day 6: Mates

Accidentally in Love

Day six! Based in one of my Feysand AU posts. @officialfeysandweek2023 please ignore inconsistencies and just vibe OK thx love y'all

Words: 3,056

TW: none

Feyre likes her life as a witch. She's living in a cute cottage and makes potions, her best friend is visiting her all the time. But one day, her friend accidentally sips from her love potion and Feyre has to keep an eye on him

It was a sunny spring day, there was a slight breeze of wind fluttering through the windows, ruffling Feyre's hair as she happily added the last ingredient to her love potion. It had taken her quite some time to find the berries, especially at this time of year but there was also a big demand for Feyre's infamous love potion. It also satisfied her to no end that the potion ended up being pink, it attracted buyers.

Feyre remembered when she was small, it was frowned upon in her village to ask for payment in return for her gifts but why shouldn't she? A farmer took payment, so did carpenters, cobblers, blacksmiths, seamstresses and clothiers. Everyone took payment for their work. Feyre had to make a living somehow. She was born as a witch so she would damn well use that, it would be stupid otherwise. She had left her town shortly after she reached her majority, never looked back and never once missed her village since then. She now lived in a forest on the outskirts of a town called Velaris. That place was enchanting in itself, the atmosphere was incredible and Feyre finally had the feeling of arriving at home. Although she didn't like wandering into the city. The people were nice but the crowds could get overwhelming for her.

She stirred her potion one more time before she rested the wooden spoon on the pot's handle and checked her recipe. Feyre was sure that she made everything right but she just made sure. As she did, there was one knock on her door and then her best friend walked into her cottage as if he owned the space. "There you are!" Rhys exclaimed, "I've been looking everywhere for you."

Feyre snorted, her eyes still trained on her cookbook. It was a book she had written herself, potions she had crafted herself carefully over the years. "What do you mean everywhere? I must say, I'm disappointed, Rhysand. You, as my best friend, should know me better. If you are looking for me, you know my home is the first place to look."

He huffed amused, his steps nearing until he stood right beside her, "For how many people are you cooking? Were you awaiting me?" and before she could stop him, he had taken the wooden spoon and downed a whole spoonful of her love potion.

"No!" she said, ripping the spoon out of his hand. "That's - that's a love potion!"

Rhys's eyebrows shot up. A mild reaction for what she just told him. "Since when do you make potions in the morning? You always make them in the evening!"

"Don't blame me for being so stupid to eat something in a witch's cottage without asking!" She countered.

Rhys smiled, "Touché."

He took the wooden spoon again, that Feyre was close to breaking in her steel grip, and put it on the counter. She sighed, "You're right, I usually make my potions in the evenings but my love potions are so high on demand that I had to track down the ingredients and make them in an instant." she sighed and looked at Rhys, "Do you feel something?"

He went rigid, his eyes slightly widening but shook his head. "I feel the same."

Feyre smiled at him, not feeling the smile at all, and lied, "It wasn't really cooking yet, it probably didn't work." she sighed. "Are you going back to the city?"

"I wanted to spend time with you," he said, "But I'll plan to get back sometime today."

Feyre got her satchel and packed two love potions and a healing potion that she made earlier, "I have a customer in Velaris and I'd like to visit Mor. Will you accompany me?" Feyre threw over her cape. Rhys stepped forward and helped her with the clasp. Their eyes met when she looked up, his eyes twinkling with unconditional affection. "It would be an honor, Feyre darling."

If Feyre wouldn't have known that this is how they always interact, she would have thought it was the love potion speaking. It wasn't, he is his usual self. They are best friends, nothing more.

They kept eye contact for a few more moments until Feyre averted her eyes and walked to the door. "Well then, come. I don't have the whole day."

"Why are you in such a rush?" Rhys asked. "Are you in some shadowy business? If you don't deliver the potions at the agreed time, will you be hunted down by an assassin? Will you have to change your name and vanish?" he chuckled.

When he caught up to her, Feyre pushed him, which made him laugh harder. He kept joking around as they followed the path to Velaris and by the time they reached the city, Feyre's stomach hurt from laughing.

They reached a narrow house in the palace of hoof and leaf, on the ground level was a little shop and the two upper levels were living quarters. The exchange went quickly and smoothly, especially after they stopped eyeing Rhys. Either it was his beauty or the surprise that the High Lord had accompanied her, maybe both. She didn't care.

They slowly walked to the other side of the Sidra, nearing Rhys's townhouse in comfortable silence. Some of the people greeted Rhys, some waved. They didn't pay much attention to Feyre, which didn't bother her. She drank in the city around, the mountains that surrounded the city, the flat-topped mountains of red stone, where Feyre was sure she saw windows built inside. That must be the House of Wind Rhys and Mor told her about. When they crossed the bridge, Feyre marveled at the sapphire water of the Sidra and the little ships she could see in the distance. Feyre also marveled at the white marble, sandstone and red stone buildings all throughout the city, the restaurants where many different, delicious smells drifted over. Feyre couldn't believe she was so rarely here, and when she was, she hadn't paid attention to much. It was unlike her to not pay attention but the thought of getting overwhelmed held her back but now, with Rhysand at her side, she felt safe enough to do so. Maybe someday she'd ask him to show her the Rainbow. Maybe someday she'd paint again.

Rhys opened a wrought iron gate, leading up to a townhouse. She knew that Rhys wasn't living in a castle like other High Lords, the simplicity of it all still surprised her.

"Make yourself comfortable, I'll get Mor." he told her when they stood in the foyer. Feyre looked around as he took the stairs, two steps at the time. Two paintings she painted a hundred years ago hung in the wood-paneled walls. She hadn't painted since she left the spring court, breaking off her engagement with the High Lord of spring and looking for refuge in the night court. She hadn't taken much, but she took three paintings and gifted them to Rhys as a thank you for taking her in. She couldn't see the third anywhere. Maybe he didn't like it and threw it away.

A few minutes went by and she could hear Rhys and Mor whispering upstairs, she couldn't make out what they were saying, though.

"Feyre!" a familiar voice squeaked behind her. She whirled around, looking at the blonde stop the stairs, who vanished into black smoke and then reappeared before Feyre, barreling into her.

"Mor!" Feyre said excitedly, wrapping her arms around her friend. "I missed you so much!"

"These last few weeks were crazy busy, I'm sorry I couldn't visit you." she put her hands on Feyre's shoulder and looked at her face. "Come with me, we have so much to catch up on! I also have an important question for you." she told Feyre as she pulled her to the double doors leading into the garden. They sat down on a little table, Mor smiling brightly at her. Mor's hair was put up in a ponytail, her clothes simple. Wide pants and a thin, blue sweater.

"What's your question?" Feyre asked curiously, pulling off her cape.

"Okay, I have a friend who…it's exciting, actually, he found his mate!" Mor said, her smile spreading wider, a smile so bright that Feyre couldn't but smile, too. Mates were rare, so this was amazing. "Although, he doesn't know if she's into him, either. And he asked me about you, about your love potion, to be exact."

Feyre nodded to signal her to keep going.

"If they would take a love potion, would it change anything about their bond? He doesn't want to ruin any chance of them getting together but having a bond is an unusual situation."

Feyre thought about it for a moment, her head resting on her hand. She shook her head, "The potion shouldn't change anything about their bond. It was created to mimic a mating bond but a real bond is always stronger than a potion. No potion in this world override or take away a bond like this. He should be careful though, no matter who takes the potion, there shouldn't be any other person around. The potion works for the first person you see after you take that potion and if there is a real bond in play, it could potentially get dangerous for every person involved."

Mor's eyes went wide, "How so?"

"The "fake" bond is strong in itself, you feel extremely protective and obsessive over your mate, especially in this initial period. If you found your mate, you usually want to claim them and these feelings are even stronger in a real bond. So if there is a third party who wants to claim someone's mate…" Feyre drifted off but Mor nodded knowingly. If everything went to shit, it could end in death.

It was quiet between them for a few minutes until Mor's face lit up again, "What about you? What's been going on in your life?"

Feyre looked back to the door, making sure Rhys wouldn't hear. Mor looked confused, so Feyre told her, "Rhys accidentally took my love potion." Mor sat up surprised and Feyre fell into an explanation about what happened not even two hours ago.

"Wow." Mor said. "So he'll fall in love with you now?" something twinkled in her eyes that Feyre chose to ignore. She held her cup of tea that Cerridwen brought out while Feyre explained the situation to Mor. "That's it, he doesn't act any different than usual! I was watching him the whole time, he's normal. Normal Rhys. But it can't be my potion. My potion works. So why didn't it work on Rhys?"

Mor took a sip of her tea, shrugging. "Are you sure he's not any different?"

"No! Absolutely not. The very same." Feyre said, frustrated. There was something she didn't see, but what? When she expressed this to Mor, she only smiled. Irritating Feyre even more.

"You should stay the next few days, to keep a watch on my cousin. You can have my room, it's directly beside Rhys's. I'll take Azriel’s in the meantime, he's sleeping at the House of Wind." Mor nodded satisfied at her suggestion.

"I think you're right!" Feyre said, "I should keep an eye on him."

And that's what they did. Feyre was there for a week, spending time with Rhys, Mor and Cassian.

On day one, Rhys and Feyre went back to her cottage to put her love potions in little vials to store them and take them back to Velaris.

On day two, Feyre and Mor lounged on the House of Wind, where Rhys had flown Feyre. They sunbathed and watched the boys during training. She had pushed all her thoughts away that sneaked in, focusing on Rhys's behavior.

On day three they went to a restaurant, Sevendas. Feyre and Cassian had talked for a while on their way there, until Rhys interjected with his own opinions and squeezed between Feyre and Cassian.

On day four, Rhys and Feyre were pretty much alone. She hadn't left his side, steadily keeping an eye on his behavior. All the time. Rhys didn't seem to mind, he even invited her to a game of chess. He won the first two rounds, Feyre won the third.

On day five, Rhys had to go to Windhaven but when he arrived at the townhouse late in the evening, they sat on the rooftop together and watched the stars. His behavior was still the same.

On day six, Feyre tried to make herself Omelette. It only half burned, which was victory enough. When she offered Rhys the half that wasn't burned, he evaded her, panic written in his eyes. Feyre scoffed when he was gone. She wasn't that bad of a cook.

On day seven, Mor dragged Feyre shopping. Feyre tried to deny her offer but she insisted, telling Feyre she had to get out of the house for a day. Feyre could only think about Rhys, what if his behavior changes that day when she wasn't there?

It didn't.

When day eight arrived, there was a change. Not in Rhys, but in Feyre. They all went to Rita's, Feyre sat in the booth nursing her drink while Cassian and Mor vanished on the dancefloor somewhere. Rhys was at the bar, talking to a stunning female. A weird seizing in her chest made it hard to breathe as the pounding in her ear got louder and louder. When Rhys leaned forward, Feyre's grip on her glass was so strong she Feared it would break. Abruptly standing up, she almost lost balance in the high heels that Mor had lent her. She pulled down the sparkling, black mini dress and walked over to Rhys. She felt the eyes of a few other patrons on her but she didn't care. "Rhys," she said, her voice straining. He turned to her, eyebrows raised in question. Feyre ignored the other female. "We need to talk." she said, grabbing his arm and pulling him to a big metal door. They ended up in a dark side street, only one lamp above the door lighting a small spot up.

"What is it?" he asked.

Feyre stepped back, getting a little distance between them. She loosened her fist and balled them again, over and over, not sure what to say.

"Feyre?"

She looked at him, in his mesmerizing, violet eyes. What would she tell him? She opened her mouth, but nothing came out.

"Why did you pull me away?" Rhys asked. It didn't sound like a question. No, it did, but it didn't sound like he wanted the answer. It sounded more like a question she should ask herself.

He stepped closer. Breathing became harder.

"Were you jealous, Feyre?" he asked, tilting his head slightly, a lock of his raven hair falling in his face. Feyre looked away from his face, letting her eyes wander down. He was wearing a black button up, the sleeves rolled up to his elbow, showing his powerful muscled forearms. Was she even breathing anymore?

"No." she looked up again, Rhys was so close.

"Alright," he said, his eyes still trained on her. "So it won't bother you of I get back inside now, picking up the delightful conversation I just head with that lovely-"

"No!" she spit out, grabbing his arms.

"Why?"

"You're mine!" she said. Yelled. Whispered. She didn't know but they both heard, the word echoing between them. Mine. Mine. Mine. But there was another whisper, getting louder with every heartbeat. Mate. Mate. Mate. Mine. Mine. Mine.

Rhys's nostrils flared, as if he could hear it, too. Feyre's eyes went wide, checking her mental shield that he taught her to keep up when she came here. They weren't up, he heard every single thought. Feyre could have screamed them down the bond as well, it wouldn't make a difference. Bond. Bond? The mating bond.

"The– the mating bond." Feyre said. "That's why my potion didn't work."

"No," Rhys said, surprising Feyre. "The potion didn't work because I was already deeply, irrevocably in love with you." Feyre's breath hitched. "I have been since I found you at the night court border, asking for refuge. Since I saw you, hungry and frozen and still having so much fight in you."

"Did you know about the mating bond?"

He leaned against the door, sighing, "Only later. Remember when I showed you the cottage? You were so excited, telling me it's perfect. Already planning how to pay me back,"

Feyre smiled, "You told me it's a gift from a friend."

Rhys chuckled, "I did. When you were all settled in, I left but I turned around one more time to look at you. I saw you skimming through a notebook, smiling. You looked so content, happy. That's when the bond snapped. You just started to heal from your time in the spring court, I couldn't burden you with this. Then, as you healed, we became closer and the thought that you could reject me felt like someone stabbed me in the heart, so I settled to be your best friend. I couldn't risk this Feyre. I couldn't risk you." his eyes were silver lined when he met hers. "I love you but– but I understand if you don't love me back. If you don't want this bond. I can live with it–"

"Oh Rhysand, shut up!" Feyre said, wiping a tear away. "I love you, too, you idiot! More than anything in this whole, damned world." she hiccuped, "I'd be honored to be your mate, Rhys."

Something snapped inside Rhys as he jumped forward and tugged her close. One arm wrapped around her waist, one hand held her head in place and crashed his mouth into hers. It was explosions, it was fireworks, it was like the last puzzle piece sliding into place. Feyre wrapped her arms around his neck, keeping him close, melting into his touch.

She pulled back, just a bit, for a moment to ask him, "Would you show me the Rainbow?"

"I'd show you the whole world if you'd want that," he said out of breath.

Feyre giggled, "The Rainbow does it for now."

Rhys smiled and Feyre kissed him again, not letting him go. He was hers and she was his. The beginning and end.

Them.

Finally.

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[mygainyear2024]

Day 18 Delayed

After not one, but two pastel de natas before my dance class at the gym, and a homemade sardine tosta I walked 5+ kms to my third language lesson via Clarice, in Alvor, for a proper latte ☕️

I tried to video the garbage collection system near my apartment but failed in my timing. The collectors were also looking at me strangely as I held my phone up to film!

I did get a better shot of the cute dog that looks out over the neighbourhood with interest. I had a brief chat with the owner to confirm he's only two. Noticeably, there are lots of dogs, as well as learner drivers and pastelarias.

After the fun language lesson, practising conversation starters and replies, I had an interesting conversation with a retired fireman, Gary from Ireland 😉 I noticed Gary at the first lesson. He seemed broodish, but I think he may be an introvert, if that's possible for an Irish man? Although my depth of experience with Irish men is limited to one!!! (Yes kids, I know he had a problem with alcohol and you thought he was gay, BUT he did make great duck fat baked potatoes!) Today Gary came with his lesson notes neatly stored in plastic sleeves in a folder, but he said "que interessante" with as much enthusiasm as a wet fish. Rebecca asked him to be a bit more animated. I think his interest must have peaked in me when he heard me saying, in terrible portuguese "sou impragada do estado" which translates to "I am imprisoned by the State". I'll need to check this with Rebecca at the next lesson, I'm sure there's a better way to say "public servant". I'm also "dona de casa" which means investment property owner, but it also means housewife!

Gary wanted to give me lots of advice about superannuation. I’m sure he was well intentioned but I feel quite informed 😂 Sadly the teacher is taking a break next week so I’ll miss Gary, but I’ll ask around, apparently he is a member of a walking group and I need to do some more walking 😜

I’m now getting ready to have dinner with Rosie at Restaurante F in Praia da Rocha. She’s messaged me this afternoon to invite me to a book launch tomorrow night at Irish Rovers, que interessante!! She also said “We will also go tonight to listen to the band after dinner” Stay tuned….

So dinner at Restaurante F was pleasant. I had high expectations (from the number of Facebook comments after I posted the request, “recommendations for best restaurant with ocean views and I don't care for steak!) and also when I saw the selection of breads being wheeled around on a trolley and a separate aperitif menu. The bread (cornbread, pumpkin bread and plain) and two butters were delicious, the shared prawns ok and my first cataplana of octopus, clams and sweet potato (Algarve stew cooked in copper or stainless steel pot) tasty, rounded out with the shared crème brûlée and bottle of rosé, not cheap comparatively at €50 each. But, the company was definitely worth it. Rosie regaled me with fabulous stories about her relationships and the number of suitors she has at the moment. And as a supplier of gummies to some of her cruise tour members (it’s legal in Canada)😂 She certainly lives an exciting semi retired solo life.

We then went to Irish Rovers, and yes that same bartender made a beeline for Rosie and started his lines on me. I reminded him that he'd already made me a cosmo last week and I'd heard his BS! Later I did give him a hard time about how long he'd been using those lines on women at this pub (six years!) and had it ever worked (no) and I suggested it might be time to come up with a new strategy. The band were pretty dreadful, actually it was mostly the lead singer that did have Rosie and I in stitches. His voice was not loud enough to be heard over the instruments (probably for the best), and I couldn't work out if he was Irish, Portuguese or another nationality. Rosie said he looked 100! Are white singlets on tattooed older lead covers' singers still a thing? And he was drinking red wine. It was too many contradictions for me to manage, given I don't go out to these kind of venues at all. I did say to Rosie twice that a strong female lead would fix this situation. Rosie knows the owners, Martin and Jenny. They weren't pub owners in Ireland, but have owned Irish Rovers for 10 years and according to Rosie it's the most successful pub in the Algarve. Martin was in the band on keyboard (and I thought he could actually sing) and Jenny was behind the bar. At one point she quickly came over with three shot glasses of some creamy beverage and said a hurried hello, downed the shot, and went back to the bar. Apparently the book launch is for a Portuguese poet that Jenny doesn't know, but she wanted to be supportive, stay tuned...

Rosie did tell me about a fantastic Thai massage she had, so I've tracked down the salon and the therapist and booked myself in for this afternoon.

[katnissgirlsmakedo]

books i read in 2023 ranked: (bolding the ones that aren’t rereads)

shadow and bone by leigh bardugo. i don’t CARE if you think this book is bad. it has my friend ALINA in it. so what if it was bad who even cares. alina was in it.

the hound of the baskervilles by arthur conan doyle. not to be an annoying person but what do you want from me i got to get into sherlock holmes this year it was great fun and this book was awesome ok. the whole thing was just our boy john wandering around the moors almost thinking there was a haunted dog in the woods. ok, it was more involved than that but i loved reading about him wandering the moors <3

six of crows by leigh bardugo. utterly devoured this one it was a slay. i love a heist i love a crazyinsane romance i love multiple povs… she had it all

the bronze key by holly black and cassandra clare. can’t even get into it. crazy book to read at 15 and then reread at 22

prince caspian by c s lewis. didn't even plan to read this it just struck me one day this fall that i had to hang out with caspian or i'd die and then that was that it happens idk

a study in scarlet by arthur conan doyle. make no mistake this was a slay and a half. however... not to give away the plot if you were concerned with spoilers for a book published in 1887. but um. the way that halfway through it just cuts to mormons is kinda wild. not bad really, it was a cool backstory and i maintain the crime was justified. but it was weird man...

chain of thorns by cassandra clare. i would put this cunt lower but i can't deny the facts which are that grace blackthorn made me cry so much this year. i loved her i loved reading about her...

the copper gauntlet by holly black and cassandra clare. slayed. served even. idk you guys were there you saw the Posting

the iron trial by holly black and cassandra clare. again you saw the posting... i love call....

the great gatsby by f scott fitzgerald. nick carroway truly one of the best literary freaks of all time i think

the silver mask by holly black and cassandra clare. i don't want to be a hater but. it's just not the best now is it?

the field guide by holly black and tony diterlizzi. you can argue that i cheated by reading this short ass children's book today to meet my reading goal but i stricly followed the letter of the law ok. check and mate. anyway i love the spiderwick chronicles but wow i forgot that nothing happens in book 1. i had already planned to reread the whole series soon anyway so. i'll be doing that over the next few weeks <3

the sign of the four by arthur conan doyle. not his best. was kind of giving side eye for a lot of it, both at artie himself for writing it and at my boy john watson for some of his actions. i know mary was 27 but i still think she was too young to be marrying that washed up army doctor... sorry john we're pals and all it's just. well you kind of are a washed up army doctor. can't say much about the plot as the plot was lame as hell. oh btw this one is where the "i knew he was an alchoholic because his watch has scratches around the key to wind it" comes from. famous origin for bbc sherlock phone charger alchoholic plotline we all as tumblr users have heard so much about. also i did not like the audiobook narrator but whatever. i alternated between audiobook and reading it on my phone so i didn't listen to the whole thing but. i just didn't like his voice very much i'll be honest. maybe i'm english accent phobic idk. maybe he was just specifically annoying because his Woman Voice he used for mary was so fucking bad. anyway.

the golden tower by holly black and cassandra clare. i can't get into it much. i’ll say that this is the only book i read this year that i actually threw across the room because it made me so mad. it happens

into the wild by john krakauer. i'm not one for non fiction apparently. sorry to the non fiction heads out there

#didn’t count the fanfiction for the purposes of this post #anyway. gonna read some better books in 2024. my goal is gonna be a hard 18 and a soft 24. we'll see #beth.txt

[aquadestinyswriting]

Happy Muse Monday!

For any one of your characters, or even all of them if they all feel like answering, what is the scariest thing you have encountered so far in your adventures?

(Answering this for the 'Main Cast' since I have a bunch of stories for this question. All of it is under a cut because this is going to get long due to banter. Tagging @druidx and @blind-the-winds because you're going to love the answers here.)

Meredith: Hi there, sorry it took so long to get back to ye. There was some sort of lurgy making the rounds this past week. We're all fine now, so we can finally get around to answering this. I'll start us off then. The scariest thing I've encountered? Well, I have two things that're tied fer that... honour? Dishonour? Eh, whatever. The first one is flooded mineshafts. Our entire party kinda... forgot that our kit would weigh us down when we decided to tak' the quickest route to Torg's lair the first time. Needless to say two of our party drowned and the rest of us almost followed suit. It's not an experience I'd like to repeat at any time in the near future.

Yoruk: Ye did what?!

Meredith; *cringing* Ah, aye... I forgot I didn't tell ye that bit...

Yoruk: ....

Meredith: Anywho... The second one is that damn giant Dire Weasel. If ye don't know what a Dire Weasel is, it's a weasel, but bigger and spikier. They're generally around... two, three feet long usually. This one was around 5 feet long, spikier and with tonnes more teeth. It's a bit disconcerting when there's a rat-like face full o' teeth that's at the same level as yer face chasing ye through the Underpass. That one is tied in top place because it did manage to kill one of our party pretty much outright and just days after we lost Alphonse and Lorcian, so it wasn't the best time.

Yoruk: *muttering* Moradin give me strength. Are there any other instances ye almost died that I don't know about?

Meredith: noooooo....

Selene: *steps into the middle of the incoming domestic* Scariest thing we've ever encountered you say? Well, I could say something about losing my original library to the Hellmouth, but honestly? The scariest thing I've ever encountered was actually a trap in an abandoned temple. If I recall correctly we made it past the first trap ok (a simple corridor-long pit trap, nothing too challenging), but the second one was... well. I don't like spells that affect the mind, especially if they're malicious. And the trap in that second corridor was both. Now, I didn't end up getting trapped myself, so I was spared that particular trauma. Unfortunately, out of our whole six person party, I was the only one who wasn't. Do you have any idea how terrifying it is to see all of your friends fall into a catatonic state with no idea how to snap them out of it in a place that has so many other dangers and is hundreds of miles from the nearest village? I can handle physical dangers just fine, throw a big enough fireball in its face and it'll probably run off with its tail between its legs. Mental ones? *shudders*

Edwin: *blinking* Ok, that just makes my scariest thing look like peanuts in comparison, but I might as well say what it was. Frankly it was the demon scorpion - or was it spider?- thing that burst out of Granny Apple at the start of the Demon War. Now it wasn't that I was afraid of the demon itself. It was more the fact that it had been able to infest then kill one of the most ancient Treants on Titan that also happens to be a direct creation of Galana Herself. Being faced with a creature that could kill something that was so powerful was a bit terrfying.

Yoruk: *sighs* I mean, mine is going to be a wee bit cliché by now, but for me it was seeing what my birth-giver became once she had the opportunity to amass as much power as she wanted. I mean, she was always probably more demon than dwarf, but seeing that physically was... aye... Were it not for my friends and remaining family, I'd begin to think her line was Cursed or summat and worry about heading down the same path.

Meredith: I honestly dinna think that's anywhere near cliché, love. It'd be a wee bit worrying if it was. Anyway, I hope all that answered yer question.

#writeblr ask game #muse monday #answered ask #titan fighting fantasy #meredith gruksdottir #yoruk bloodvein #selene frigidwake #edwin goodwin

[intheorangebedroom]

So I want to ask you:

- how do you decide what goes into the story and what won't make it into the final draft?

- do you have other stories in you for these two, like Roadtrippin'?

- you wrote a pretty detailed backstory for Frankie but you keep her past more private. Is that intentional? She is a more closed person so we only get glimpses of her. Will you write an extended history about her?

Thank you for the new chapter, I think I'll read it six more times this weekend!

Hey there bestie. Thank you so much for this ask 🥰 I'm afraid I'm going to rumble. Grab a drink 😬

How do I decide what goes in and what doesn't make it. Like so:

Seriously, I think it's down to my lack of self-confidence... I've had the story outlined since I started, with some major ideas/concepts and events I want to develop and insist on. Some elements are secondary, like the Millers' backstory for instance (I have it down to their parents' jobs and how they met...) so I just pepper some clues along the way (the picture of the little girl in Will's office seems innocuous enough, but that little girl is the very reason why he's so keen on Reader). I would love to develop all of it, but I'm not confident enough with my English, my story telling abilities, the chapters would reach 10k words and I'm afraid it would just bore the hell out of everybody. But I loved writing that random HC so much...

Sometimes, it's also quite simply because it imbalances the whole chapter. I had three extra paragraphs of pure Tom hatred for Shuffle Your Feet and I had to reason myself. "Ok, you hate the guy, I think every one gets it" 😂

Do I have other stories in me for these two

Well... This depends on how the story ends, right? If they get a happy ending or not.... I have approx a million and some of them are already written

The real question is, do I have anything else??? 😂 Sometimes I think I just had this one, and after that, I'll stop writing (it scares me and makes me sad, I'd very much like to keep going).

Will I write an extended story for our Reader

ARGH I'm dying to!!!!! I've got nothing against the reader insert/blank slate format, to each his own, but it's not for me, I'd rather read a story with a defined Reader and I can't, for the life of me, write something with a character I don't know. I'm not that good.

But I'm so new at writing fanfic, and not confident enough to go "Here, she's an OFC." I'm afraid it would turn people off (and well, I'll admit I like it when people read the words I sweat over for weeks...). But the more I progress, the more I feel like I'm betraying her by denying her this OFC status (I'm nuts).

I've got a thorough backstory for her. Soooooo thorough... She even has a name. (Writing that fight without having Rosie say her name was so difficult, don't you use the other person's name when you argue with them??? And oh! How I am DYING to have Frankie say it... you've no idea.)

When I think of her, I imagine her at 15-year-old, with her carpenter jeans, her black Doc Marten's, and her beat up backpack, stepping into the teachers' room after lunch to pick an American pen pal. This was extracurricular, she didn't really have too, she was a good student and didn't need the extra points... But this day, sitting alone in her high school cafeteria, she thought "ok, fuck loneliness, I'm gonna prove myself I can make a friend."

So she gathered her strength and when her teacher handed her the tray of Bristol cards with the students' information, she picked one randomly. A young, stunningly beautiful, dizzyingly confident brunette in a stapled little square photo smiled at her as she read "Rosie Muñoz, 15 ans, New York City, Etats-Unis" and she felt an instant pull toward this bright sun. She thought there was no way in hell such a cool looking girl would write her back, let alone like her, yet she still chanced it.

But Rosie did write back. And she dragged her out of her loneliness. Showed her that her love could, in fact, be reciprocated.

And then, Rosie took her to that party, where she would meet Frankie. Who would alter the course of her life, and set her inner world ablaze.

Just because of a lonely meal, and a small, rectangular Bristol card.

Thank you so, so much for this ask, I'm sorry that I am incapable of brevity. I hope that at least, I answered all your questions 🧡

#pleased to meet you #pleased to meet you asks #people are the nicest i tell you #the pilot™️

[ryuzakemo128]

Stranger Things Incorrect Quotes

Characters Used: Eddie, Steve and Marianna (Female Reader)

Dividers Used: Link

Part one / Part Two / Part Three / Part Four / Part Five / Part Six / Part Seven

Masterlist

Steve: Marianna, Eddie, I’ve left a letter telling your guardians not to worry—

Marianna: They won’t.

Steve: That you’re safe—

Marianna: That’ll just depress them.

Steve: —and you’ll see them in a few weeks.

Eddie: Do we have to?

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Marianna: *looks at Eddie*

Marianna: Baby boy. Baby.

Marianna: *looks at Steve*

Marianna: Evil.

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Eddie, about Marianna: I could fix her, but honestly whatever the hell is wrong with her is way funnier.

Steve: That's what any god probably thinks about me.

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Marianna: If you get in trouble, I'm gonna be like... a lawyer to you. Ok?

Eddie: Okay.

*later*

Steve: Eddie! Sit down on the chair, you're in trouble.

Marianna, whispering: Deny everything.

Eddie, loudly: That isn't a chair.

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Marianna: Why is Eddie crying?

Steve: They saw a leaf on the sidewalk and-

Eddie: IT LOOKED SO CRUNCHY!

Marianna: Please don’t say what I think you’re gonna say-

Eddie: AND WHEN I STEPPED ON IT THERE WAS NO CRUNCH!

Marianna: NO, NOT THAT!

Marianna: I have a bad feeling about this...

Eddie: What do you mean?

Marianna: Don't you ever get that little voice in your head that tells you if you're going to get into trouble?

Eddie: No?

Steve: That actually explains so much.

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Marianna: Regular soda is too sweet!

Steve: Diet soda has a weird after taste!

Marianna: No! Ugh, oh my god. Diet soda is THE BEST! It doesn't have sugar! It's SPICY!

Steve: It has other weird stuff in it! I'll take REGULAR sugar in my REGULAR soda!

Marianna: It's SO SWEET like it's a dessert though! Diet feels more like a drink!

Steve: I'm going to physically attack you.

Marianna: Which is better, Eddie?

Eddie: Oh, I usually drink water!

Steve: Wha- NO!

Marianna: DISGUSTING!

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Eddie: It was difficult, so you’ve just given up. You might fail, so why bother trying?

Marianna: Exactly.

Marianna, to Steve: I told you he'd understand.

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Eddie: Not gonna lie, I'm kind of afraid of Steve...

Marianna: As you should be.

Eddie: No, for real, they're kind of-

Marianna: As. You. Should. Be.

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Steve: Everyone thinks I'm this soft cute person but I'm not!

Eddie: Steve, you cried for an hour after stepping on a bug yesterday.

Steve: It had feelings! It was probably going home to dinner and I killed it!

Marianna: ...It was a bug.

Steve: It was a BEETLE, and its wife is definitely worried sick, wondering where it is, and I really don't get why you all think I'm so sentimental because I'm not!

Eddie: ...

Marianna: ...

Steve: Stop looking at me like that!

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Steve: HELP! I TOLD MARIANNA I'D COOK DINNER TONIGHT BUT I CAN'T COOK!

Eddie, pouring milk directly into the cereal bag: And you thought I could help?

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Steve: *cooking*

Eddie: *kicks down door*

Eddie: *grabs knife from Steve's hand*

Eddie: WHAT DID I TELL YOU ABOUT DESTRUCTIVE BEHAVIOR?

Steve:

Steve: What.

Marianna: He's trying to tell you he wants to cook.

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Steve: Isn't it weird that people kill mosquitoes just because they're annoying?

Eddie: Damn, if people did that to each other, Marianna would've killed me years ago.

Marianna, smugly, after security arrives to escort Steve and Eddie out: So, do you wanna walk out of here or do you wanna be carried out?

Steve, in defeat: Let’s go.

Eddie: Wait.

Steve: What?

Eddie: I’d kinda like to be carried out...

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Eddie: Marianna won’t come out of her room!

Steve: Just tell her I said something.

Eddie: Like what?

Steve: Anything factually incorrect.

Eddie, shrugging: If you say so.

Marianna, arriving moments later: Did you just say the sun is a PLANET?

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Eddie: A sprite is anything not static.

Marianna: A sprite is a variable object, be it 2d or 3d.

Steve: A sprite is a fucking soda.

Steve: You god damn geekass bastards.

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Marianna: Some people are like slinkies.

Eddie: What?

Marianna: Not really good for much but bring a smile to your face when you push them down the stairs.

Eddie:

Eddie: Please don't push Steve down the stairs.

Marianna, pushing Steve down the stairs: Too late.

Marianna: Want to hear a hard riddle?

Steve: Sure.

Marianna: A rooster laid an egg on a roof. Which way did it roll?

Steve: ...down?

Marianna: N-

Eddie: Who cares about which way it rolled, it would be scrambled eggs by then.

Marianna:

Marianna: No, it's that roosters don't lay eggs... Jesus Christ...

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Eddie: But who gets which pencil?

Marianna: Since they're my things, I get the good one, Steve gets the broken one and you don't get one because fuck you.

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Steve: If I were a drink, I'd be Cherry Vanilla Coke. If you were a drink, what would you be?

Eddie: Bleach.

Marianna: Sewage.

Steve: ...Please calm down, edge lords.

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Marianna: Eddie has no survival skills, the need to win has replaced him.

Steve: That can't be true!

Marianna: Watch this.

Marianna: Hey Eddie, race you to the bottom of the stairs!

Eddie: *Throws himself out a window*

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Steve, washing the dishes: Who the fuck used this pan??

Steve: Wait. I the fuck used this pan…

Eddie: It was you the fuck.

Steve: It was I the fuck…

Marianna: Who cooks rice in a pan?

Eddie: Him the fuck.

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Steve: Why does Marianna always do the laundry so loudly?

Eddie: So everyone knows that no one helps her out in the house.

Marianna, in the distance: *slams the washing machine shut*

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Marianna: Eddie gave me a get better soon card.

Steve: That's sweet!

Marianna: I wasn't sick, he just thinks I can do better.

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Steve: I think I did fairly well on my anatomy quiz! :)

Eddie: I forgot I was doing a test.

Steve: Eddie.

Eddie: I said the vertebrae was the back stick because I thought it was funny....

Marianna: Eddie.

Steve: Self care is stuff like taking a bubble bath or putting on a lot of make up if you like that, or taking a nice warm nap and stuff like that basically.

Eddie: Self care is the burning heat when rage washes over you. self care is when you feel the bones crack under your powerful fists. self care is the fear in your enemies eyes.

Marianna: Self care is stealing someone's birthday cake just to eat the frosting.

Eddie: If you touch my birthday cake I’ll make you eat your hands.

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Steve: I am strong! I beat Eddie at arm wrestling!

Marianna: Anyone can beat Eddie at arm wrestling!

Eddie: Hey-

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Eddie: Marianna’s gonna kill me.

Steve: No, She'll probably make me do it.

Marianna: It’s impossible to make a sentence without using the letter a.

Eddie: Despite your thinking, it is quite possible, yet difficult, to form one without the specific letter. Here’s one more to further disprove your theory.

Steve: Fuck you.

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Marianna, watching Eddie do something stupid: Steve, you're officially only the second highest risk here.

Steve: Hell yeah! I'm gonna—

Marianna: Don't finish that sentence, you'll move back up.

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*Something crashes*

Eddie: Shoot-

Steve: *running into the room in a panic* WHAT FELL?!

Marianna: *walking by the room calmly* What died?

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Eddie: You bought a taco?

Marianna: Yes.

Eddie: From the same truck that hit Steve?!

Marianna, with a mouthful of taco: Well, me starving ain't gonna help him.

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Marianna: Don't worry, I've got a few knives up my sleeve.

Steve: I think you mean cards.

Eddie: She did not.

Marianna, pulling out knives: I did not.

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Steve: What’s it like being tall?

Steve: Is it nice?

Steve: Can you reach comfortably for the cupboards?

Marianna: We live in constant fear of the short ones who, in my experience, will climb 4 chairs, 2 boxes, a small coffee table and 6 oddly placed stools to get what they want.

Eddie: It was one time!

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Steve: How did you even get in here?

Eddie: Marianna's window! Or, as I like to call it, "Eddie's door"!

Marianna: I’m closing the window.

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[winterfireice]

Marellinh week 2022 prompt 3: training

@marellinh-week-2k22

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“What are the six elements?” Linh asked sitting against the recliner in Solreef’s living room “Uhhh do we have to do this there are so many things i'd rather be doing than studying right now.” Marella says her head on Linh’s lap looking past the school book and at her silvery eyes. “Yes we do, we actually have a test in a week that we should have already been studying for.” Linh responds, closing the book and putting it down to look at her pouting girlfriend. “Well it's not like we were just sitting around doing nothing, we were trying to figure out how to stop the neverseen from attacking people, which now as I say it maybe we were just sitting around doing nothing.” Marellla sits up and is somehow closer to Linh now she could feel Mares breath on her cheek and felt a smile trying to creep up. “Well does that mean your finally ready to study?” “Not a chance, but I do have an idea for some kind of studying, more training.” Marella said, lifting up her hand to brush off a strand of Linh’s hair that had fallen onto her face. “Re- really” Linh stuttered her face flushing “Yes, battle training.” Mare jumps up and grabs the forgotten Elementalism book and drops it on the rather large stack of school books. “What” Linh says, a bit shocked. “Yeah what you think I was going to say?” Marella smirks, “Oh nothing, so training why now?” Linh gets up and sees Marella grabbing a shirt from her backpack. “Well other than getting out of homework there's not much reason but we will most likely have to fight again and it's not like either of us have a future in elementalism even if they allowed us to work with them.” Marella lights a small ball of fire in her empty palm but stuffs it out just a quickly and goes back to talking “So we might as well get as much training in as possible. Here.” Mare hands Linh a more fitted black top that will be easier to work out in than the one she had on. “Thank you but you know I have clothes here, at my house right?” “Oh I know just like how I know that you like it when the clothes you're wearing remind you of me, plus I like seeing you in my clothes.” Marella smiled “ok i'll be out in the backyard you go change.”

Marella was right Linh did like wearing Mare’s clothes and this shirt did allow more movement. Linh pulled her hair into a bun and went to find her girlfriend who was sitting at the picnic table they usually have date nights at. “Ready?” Marella asked, “Always,” Linh replied, giving her girlfriend a kiss before splashing her with a ball of water.

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[garoumylove]

Golden Hour Part 13

My fluffy ♥️GarouxReader♥️ (as told from Garou’s pov). In this part things go very very wrong 😰😰. You can also read it on AO3 here :)

The old man looks from me to her but his lined face doesn't betray anything.

He must be wondering who this woman with me is. He fucking must be. But he says nothing, as if this is the most normal thing in the world.

"Would you like to see inside?" He asks her, smiling politely.

No. Fuck no. If there's kids there's about to be parents and I don't want to fucking be here for that.

I think she can sense my growing, savage wariness.

"Thank you," she declines just as politely. "But we were just about to get dinner."

We were?

"I'd love to next time," she adds with her beautiful smile.

"Please, any time," he nods.

"It was very nice to see you Tareo," she says as the kid grins up at her, the sleeves of his uniform hanging over his hands. "See you around," she says.

"Bye! Bye Uncle!" He waves at us as we turn to go, crisis averted.

"Can I ask?" She says carefully as we sit in the corner of some tiny noodle joint and swirls her chopsticks in her bowl. I can tell she's measuring out her words, her tone carefully. Cautious of my newfound ability to divulge personal information.

"Yeah," I shrug, not wanting to make any more of a bigger deal.

"How long did you do it for?" She asks, making a point to not look right at me.

"Five years? Six?" I say, trying to concentrate more on the food. In a way I'm lying because I know exactly to the day how long I'd been there. I know the exact date of my arrival and the exact date of my departure.

"So you were only a kid yourself when you joined?" She clarifies.

"I guess," I say.

"Then why," she looks confused now, the caution forgotten, "do you not like kids being there?"

I don't fucking know. I don't know what to say. I don't even know myself what the fuck is going on in my head right now.

"I was the youngest," I reply. It's not a lie. The old man made an exception for me. I don't know why. Partly I think he felt sorry for me and that pisses me right off. One more reason to hate the bastard.

"He must've seen something particular in you," she says, this nodding smile in my direction, "I mean if he let you join despite your age."

"I highly fuckin' doubt that," I say, looking outside, avoiding her gaze.

"I don't," she says. "You were the best student, after all," she adds with this smug pride on my behalf and then drops the subject.

I don't mind the questions too much. I realise she just wants to know more about me. It's not an interrogation but I ain't used to talkin' about these things either. I'll have to be on my best behaviour, try to answer without getting so goddamn worked up.

"Oh, by the way," she says, noodles half-way to her mouth, "I thought we could try letting Delilah outside tomorrow if the weather holds."

"It's about damn time," I say. She's starting to go crazy inside. "She better earn her place and start hunting them mice."

"You don't have mice," she says, puzzled.

"You know what I mean," I say and get back to my food.

"Your yard is a jungle," she says as we stand by the backdoor, me, her, Tareo holding the cat.

"What are ya gonna do?" I say. I don't really give any fucks about this pace. What's the point? I see everyone else mowing their lawns week after week and shit, and what for? Grass just grows right back every time.

"Uncle," Tareo says. "You could get a pet goat. Or sheep. They'll just eat the grass."

"What do you think this is? A petting zoo?" I say.

"That would actually be really cute!" She agrees. "Let's put two fluffy little sheep in here, like the ones we saw yesterday. They'll just walk around and mow the lawn for you."

"No," I say. "Are you gonna let the cat out or what?" I ask, reminding them of their original goal before they get any more wild ideas.

Delilah’s getting mighty restless in Tareo’s arms. So excited she doesn’t know what way to look.

“Ok,” she says, “let her go carefully and let’s just all make sure she doesn’t bolt. We don’t want her getting out on the road.”

Tareo places the cat down and she’s jumping out of his hold before he’s anywhere near the ground.

She stands there for a moment, observing, ears pricked up and almost invisible in the tall grass, so much wild excitement.

There’s something satisfying about seeing her finally outside, more like in her element. I was starting to feel fucking sorry for her stuck inside all the time. She’s an animal, in the end and that’s where she wants to be.

She sniffs the air one more time, catching the direction of the wind and then starts running. First in this direction, then that, having the fucking time of her little life.

“You love her,” I suddenly feel this poke in my ribs, this affectionate taunting.

“Eh?” I wipe the grin off my face.

“I can see how you look at her,” she purrs

“You told me to watch her so I’m watching,” I explain, frowning.

“Sure, sure,” she says, “play dumb,” seeing right through me.

“No idea what you’re on about,” I mutter as I turn back to watch Tareo run around after the cat. She runs along the fence and Tareo chases after her.

Suddenly she starts climbing and is too fast for him.

But no matter, she can keep explorin’.

“By the way,” she says, changing the subject as I turn back to her. “On Thursday-”

“Uncle!” Tareo calls out, breaking into our conversation.

“What-?” I say but can see the issue myself.

The cat’s taken the opportunity of the fence to climb the tree growing against it in the neighbour’s yard. And now she sits there, out of reach, not knowing what to do,

“Uncle! She’s gonna fall!” Tareo says, suddenly full of trepidation.

“She ain’t gonna fall,” I say. “And anyway, cats always land on their feet. Oi, get back down,” I warn Delilah but she just looks at me with this puzzled look. Like she has no idea how she got up there in the first place or how the fuck to get back down.

“You better go get her,” she says, nudging me towards Tareo.

“She got up there herself, she can figure out how to climb back down,” I say, not budging. “That’s how they learn.”

We wait. But she just settles down on the branch and stares at me and starts meowing.

Oh for fuck’s sake. You’re supposed to fucking be a smart animal.

I go there finally and stand just under the branch. I can’t reach her like this but I’ll catch her if she jumps.

“Oi, com ‘ere,” I say, holding out my hand.

But she just keeps meowing.

“Don’t give me that,” I warn again. “Hurry up and jump.”

“Uncle,” Tareo says, way too concerned, “I think she’s scared.”

“She ain’t scared,” I say. She’s just being fucking dramatic.

“Garou, just go up there and get her,” I hear her voice behind me.

“Why me?” I ask. It’s always fucking me.

“Does it look like Tareo or I know how to climb trees?” She says.

“Yeah.”

She stares at me for a moment, not expecting me to be a smartass now.

“Just go do it!” She pushes me towards the fence.

Fuck, fine.

I jump the fence and grab the nearest branch swinging myself up. Luckily this tree is old and thick, can easily hold me.

“Wow, you’re a cat yourself,” she says, looking up. “How do you do that?” She asks with genuine awe and I don’t understand. Do what? It’s not that hard.

“Come ‘ere,” I say, none too pleased as I get nearer to the cat.

She sees me on the same branch as her and gets up, takes a cautious step towards me and then trots over like it’s nothing.

“So now you can walk?” I narrow my eyes at her as I scoop her up before she decides to go on any more adventures, hold her against my chest as I jump down straight from where I’m standing.

“Uncle,” Tareo says, all wide-eyed. “You’re really cool.”

I don’t know what makes him say that but I’m fucking glad to hear it. Especially after all his babbling about the asshole with the baseball bat.

“Well, I think that’s enough excitement for one day,” she says, taking Delilah from me and holding her close, petting her, scratching her under the chin. “We’ll take her out more and more until she gets used to being outside by herself.”

“What time is it?” Tareo suddenly worries.

“Just after two o’clock,” she says, fishing her phone out of her pocket with one hand before putting it back.

“Oh! I have to go. I’m meeting Zenko at the park!” he says, half-buzzing and half-terrified.

“The park just down by the school?” She asks.

“Yeah,” he says, blushing ever deeper.

“Aw, that’s really nice!” She gives him an encouraging smile. “Have fun!”

And we watch him run off before going back inside ourselves.

“What were you gonna say?” I ask, intrigued what’s going on on Thursday.

“Oh! Right!” She says, almost forgetting herself. Must not be anything big then. “I’ll be out on Thursday night. Just thought I’d let you know in advance.”

“What, another hot date?” I ask, opening the fridge, glad to not be looking at her.

“Yeah, a hot date with Tama,” she says, setting the cat down on the floor.

“Eh?”

“Nothing,” she laughs. “I told her about how we went to the museum the other week and she wanted to know why I didn’t ask her. And when I said I didn’t think she’d want to go she got pretty upset and demanded that she take me somewhere too. I mean, I can understand. I feel kind of bad. She is my best friend and I shouldn’t assume she’d be bored with the things I want to do. I just don’t want to…you know, bother people…” she trails off for a moment there. I don’t particularly care. I’ll bother anyone about fucking anything. Or else where’s the fun? But she looks sad, just a flash, just in passing. And I want to tell her that she can bother me any time she wants. The more often the better.

“Anyway,” she continues, “she wanted to prove how not bored she would be so she’s taking me to the symphony, to a Mozart concert,” she smiles.

And there it was. The start of how things went completely wrong. How everything derailed for a very fucking alarming minute there. Fucking Mozart. Fucking genius Mozart that almost ruined my life. And yet still…every time I hear it…It gets in my head, does something to me I don’t understand. Something I don’t want to admit that I like.

She can listen to it all the time, like it’s nothing. Not me. It did something to me that first time and I realise it’s something too fucking powerful. But sometimes, sometimes I hear it and let it flood my head, let myself explore all the fucking highs and lows that it brings, all the fucking highs and lows of my own life.

So it’s Thursday afternoon, after work. There ain’t any particular reason to hurry home today I suppose so I just take my sweet time, meandering up and down the streets. Somehow end up near that park Tareo was talking about.

And speak of the little devil. I look up and there he is, on the swings with the black-haired girl with the frilly dress. They don’t notice me. She’s talking and he seems to be completely rapt in whatever she’s saying. Young love, eh? Melts my cold, dead heart, I find myself sneering. But in an endearing way, I swear. I’m happy for the kid.

And I’m basking in that happiness when I hear that familiar low IQ voice behind me.

“Oi, asshole,” it spits.

I turn around. I mean. I should’ve expected it. It’s his sister, after all.

“What the fuck do you want now?” I sigh, bored.

“I was about to ask you the same thing, son of a bitch,” his lip curls in disgust at me.

“What the fuck would I want from you besides handing you your ass?” I say. Does this motherfucker think the world revolves around him? Can I not just walk in fucking peace?

“Keep fuckin’ walkin’,” he says, baseball bat over his shoulder.

“Do you,” I cock my head at him, “do you just always carry that fucking thing around with you?”

“What’s it to you?” He barks, but I can see I’ve done something and it’s fucking hilarious.

“It ain’t shit’ to me,” I shrug. “Just find it hilarious. You’re like a fucking bad manga character.”

“The fuck you talking about now?” He grips the bat harder, scowling at me, looking ready to fucking charge.

“You really wanna do this here?” I ask.

“I-”

“Badd!” This high-pitched voice rings out near us. “Badd, what are you doing?” The girl looks up at him, unhappy. “Are you going to fight again?”

“No,” he stammers. “No! We were just…uh…”

“Havin’ a friendly chat,” I finish. Oh you’ve gone and fucking done it now. Your sister’s on to you. And I just saved your ass, I grin and probably look so fuckin’ evil right now. But I’m fucking enjoying myself.

“No fighting!” She looks from him to me and back to him.

“No fighting,” he agrees.

“Yeah, no fighting,” I tell him and fuck, if looks could kill. Shit. This neanderthal is hilarious.

“Uncle!” Tareo starts.

“See ya kid,” I say and proceed on my merry way.

Well, at least that was fucking entertaining.

I get home, Delilah running up to me and rubbing up against me as always.

“You wanna go outside?” I ask.

She just keeps purring excitedly.

“Yeah, you wanna go outside,” I say, bending down to scratch her behind the ear. “Come on,” I say and she follows me to the back door.

“Don’t climb the fuckin’ tree,” I remind her. “I ain’t getting you down again.”

She runs around, pouncing at dandelions and whatever and I just sit in the doorway and watch her in the golden hour sun as it slowly goes down.

I’m just sort of sittin’ there, not really thinking about anything, just watching the cat enjoy herself when I hear familiar footsteps rush through my house. I turn around and suddenly I’m looking up at her, standing behind me, looking more dressed up than I’ve ever seen. There she is with her hair and her red lips and her jewelry and high heels I’m just sitting there in my blue work shirt like a fucking peasant.

“What’s-” I start as I stand up.

“Do you want to go see Mozart?” She says, as if almost out of breath. The question seems urgent. My answer is needed right now.

Do I want to see Mozart? Nah. Not particularly. But I do want to see her.

“Yeah,” I say.

“Ok,” she says. “Be ready in ten minutes. And wear a shirt with, you know, buttons,” she instructs and runs out again before I can respond.

Wait. Wait. Shit. That was too fast. Wait. Ah fuck. Too late now.

I pick up Delilah and take her back inside, quickly stripping off the work clothes, having the quickest motherfucking shower I’ve had in my life, and then find myself standing in front of my closet.

A shirt with buttons. I grit my teeth. There’s only one.

There’s only fucking one.

I feel fucking stupid but there’s no other choice.

I pull my school shirt out. The one that’s still whole and not blood-stained.

I hold it up. Can’t bring myself to put it on. It’s not that obvious it’s part of a school uniform. The logo is sewn in white on the front pocket and in red and blue and white on the blazer. The shirt itself is more or less inconspicuous but fuck. I scowl, I clench my jaw.

And then I think of her.

Fuck.

I pull it on, roll up the sleeves out of habit. It will do.

I can bear it for one evening.

I hear her open the front door just as I do up the last button and make my way downstairs. Feel her soft gaze watching me.

“You clean up really nice,” she grins, running her fingers over the school logo on my chest.

“Why am I going to see Mozart?” I ask, trying to keep my mind off her hands on my chest.

“Because Tama rang me crying about a family emergency and wouldn’t stop apologizing and telling me to take someone else,” she says.

I look at her. She looks like a goddamn movie star and I feel so fucking pathetic in this. Why the fuck do you gotta dress like a millionaire to listen to some dead guy’s music but not to see paintings? I don’t understand this shit but whatever.

“You can sleep through it,” she says, only half-joking as we head out.

“We’ll see,” I say. To be honest, I might just do that.

The train is packed and I’m standing so close to her. She’s wearing this perfume I’ve never come across before, rich and heady and it feels like heaven is just that bit closer. I imagine if she was wearing nothing but that…

The crowd lurches and she’s pressed up against me. I notice she immediately disentangles herself, a little too quickly, as if touching me is somehow uncomfortable. I try not to let it get to me, push it to the back of my mind. Tell myself I’m just imagining things.

She asks me how my day was, how my job is going and I honestly tell her there ain’t nothing to report on that front. She asks about Delilah and all the usual questions and I do my best to answer them instead of fucking evade them like I usually do.

“I swear I won’t keep dragging you to things like this after tonight,” she says, smiling up at me apologetically.

No. Fuck. Drag. Drag away. It’s fine by me.

“I guess I’ll just have to sit at home and stare at the wall,” I say.

“How terrible,” she grins back.

It’s not a long train trip, just two stops and we’re there, walking towards this big, fancy white building. I’d always seen it when prowling around town but never been inside.

We stand in the line to get in, all these people milling around, dressed up so fucking fancy. But no one seems to pay any attention to my bare white shirt. As long as it’s got buttons, no one cares I reckon.

She gets her phone out to be scanned by the little man in maroon livery and we walk in. The ceiling’s tall as fuck, all this fancy wood panelling and carving on the walls. Groups of people inside with glasses of champagne. This is a whole other fucking world. And I thought the museum was somethin’. I find myself doing this low whistle as I look up. They got chandeliers. Fucking chandeliers.

“It’s beautiful, right?” She says, seeming completely in her element.

“It’s somethin’ alright,” I say.

I want to ask why the fuck you gotta wear a tuxedo, as I see some wearin’, to this thing but I reckon I’ll just make a fucking uncivilised fool of myself and so decide against it. It is what it is.

“There’s still fifteen minutes,” she says, checking her phone. “I’m going to get a drink,” she says pointing over to the bar and I follow her.

“Hey,” she nudges me, this sly smile on her gorgeous face, as we get closer to the counter, “they have ice cream too. You want me to buy you one?”

“Maybe after,” I grin back. I don’t mind the joke anymore. If it makes her laugh then whatever. I do fuckin’ love my ice cream.

She gets her champagne glass and we walk into the main hall. There’s still some time till the start and few of the seats are filled, people slowly drifting in. I think she wants to get to her seat early but she walks right up to the stage and I follow behind.

She just stands there, sipping the golden champagne and watching carefully. I watch her but she’s only interested in what’s up there, so I follow her gaze. There are a couple of people on stage, and more coming in, fiddling with their instruments.

I wonder what’s so fascinating.

“I always wanted to play something. An instrument I mean,” she says, still not looking at me, watching the activity unfolding in front of us.

“Oh yeah?” I say. “Which one?”

“Hmm…I don’t know…” she says, shifting the glass from one hand to the other. “I like them all. I like the flute, and the oboe is very exotic, but violin’s too hard, the cello is beautiful. And then there’s the clarinet. But it doesn’t matter. I don’t think I have a musical bone in my body,” she laughs, finally turning to me. “I have way more talent for listening.”

“How about the triangle?” I say, nodding at the guys at the back looking over their drums or whatever.

She tries to suppress her laugh but can’t.

“Yeah, maybe the triangle. Maybe I could do that,” she says, her eyes sparkling. “What about you? What would you play,” she says, turning back to the stage.

Me? Play? The fuck would I do playing anything? I don’t even know what half of this shit is. I scan over the things in front of me.

“That one,” I say, indicating to the right of the stage.

“The double bass?” She raises her eyebrow. “Why the double bass?”

“It’s the biggest thing here,” I say, winking.

“Bigger is not always better,” she says, engaging in the innuendo.

“You sure about that?” I say and she looks like she wants to punish me.

“And anyway, that’s not the biggest,” she puts me in my place. “You want the biggest, try the harp,” she points politely over to the left.

“Somehow I don’t fuckin’ see myself playing that,” I say, stroking my chin.

More people are filing in and she decides it’s time for us to go to our seats.

We’re kind of in the middle. Not too up the front, but not in the cheap seats either.

“There’ll be an intermission half-way through,” she leans over and whispers. “I’ll wake you up.”

“Appreciate it,” I say as the lights begin to dim, the spotlight on the orchestra. I think they’re about to start, but then this little man comes out in this funny little tail coat and everyone claps. I don’t know why. He hasn’t fucking done anything yet.

He takes his place with his back to us, in front of the players and it’s like they all hold their breath for him to wave his hand and then he finally does and they all go for it.

I try to listen carefully because I know she likes it. I try to get it. But I don’t. The music is kind of…frilly. What’s the word…dainty. And they keep giving attention to the girl at the harp and the girl with the flute. It reminds me of the sheep in their paddocks. Don’t ask why. I don’t fucking know. It’s just all very nice and soft. And the first thing goes on for ten minutes and then we all clap. And then the next part starts and it’s more flute and more harp and then we all clap. And then repeat.

I could sleep through it if I tried but I’m being on my best behaviour. And anyway, her perfume is too distracting, making my mind wander to much more exciting places.

I look back at the stage and I wonder. What does that little old man actually do? He keeps waving his arms around but they all have their sheet music in front of them so what do they need him for? What if he just, stopped? Would they keep playing?

I look at my chosen instrument, the double bass. Looks fucking unfair, if you ask me. The only guys standing around. Everyone else gets to sit down. And why are there a hundred fucking violins but only two oboes, was it? And do they have to take the harp home after? How do you even get that thing around? Not on a fucking train for sure. I have a lot of fucking questions.

I glance over at her, sitting there, hair pinned up, her neck delicate and exposed, making me want to run my fingers down her skin, feel her softness. She doesn’t notice me. I get the feeling she’s getting a lot more out of this than I am.

Eventually, we all clap again and the lights come up.

“I’m not going to ask if you liked that,” she smiles at me. “I don’t want to make you lie.”

I want to ask about the old man and what his deal is but I don’t want to seem like a complete idiot.

“Come on,” she says. “You’ve been sitting for too long.”

We walk out into the foyer again, more wine, more talking, more jewels, more bowties.

She takes her phone out and quickly glances at its black screen using it as a mirror.

“I’m going to fix my face,” she says.

“Your face is fine,” I say. More than fine. You’re a fucking vision.

“Yeah, right,” she says and turns towards the direction of the bathroom. “Stay here ok. I don’t want you to get lost.”

“How old do you think fuckin’ I am?” I say, knowing she’s teasing me again.

“Hmm…” she gives me this quizzical look and then walks away.

I watch these people around me. And at first, they all look just a bit fucking ridiculous in their Sunday best, and I find myself smirking. What the hell is the point of all this? It’s just showing the fuck off. And for what?

But the thing is, they seem happy and comfortable, enjoying themselves. And that’s a fuck load more than I can say about myself.

And my sense of superiority starts to fucking dissipate, bit by fucking bit. I’m the one that looks out of place here. I’m the fucking stray, I’m what the cat dragged in. These people don’t give a shit about me, or know who I am. And why would they? They just go on with their own lives. And I feel fucking trapped, trapped in the past and the future as they blend into one anger-filled haze. I’m-

“Found you!” She says brightly. Her face doesn’t look any different to me, but then again what the fuck do I know about those things? “What’s up? You look kind of…”

“Nothin’,” I say.

“If you really don’t like it, we can go,” she says, suddenly concerned. “Seriously. We don’t have to stay.”

No, fuck, it’s nothing like that.

“I like it,” I say. Well, I don’t hate it so it’s not really a lie.

“I don’t believe you, but ok,” she says. “The next half is going to be quite different.”

“What do you mean?” I ask. Different in what way? Longer?

“I can’t explain,” she smiles. “You’ll see. Or hear rather.”

I don’t even try to understand at this point as we head back inside with everyone else.

I’m not expecting much, just sit there, arms folded over my chest, waiting for it to end.

The little man comes out again and we all clap again and he takes his place.

I’m ready for more sheep.

But then it starts. And it takes me completely off-guard.

This beginning, we’re plunged right into it, quick, powerful, rising and falling. A completely different beast to what they gave us before. There’s this melancholic urgency, like someone rushing toward their fucking demise. And this unstoppable undercurrent of something…sad. No. Not sad. Sorrowful. The whole thing pushes and pulls, becoming elegantly violent and then this unexpected softness before hitting that desperate aggression again. I don’t have the fucking words. I don’t know how to describe music.

I’d discarded Mozart as pleasant elevator music. The first half confirmed it. But this…we’re barely three fucking minutes in and I feel…I feel, fucking exposed.

I’d never thought much of music or paid any attention. And this, four minutes in, feels like it’s reaching inside me and fucking tearing, ripping at my insides, a growing storm there’s no fucking escape from. It reaches inside and tears apart the story of my fucking life right in front of me.

I shift in my seat, feel every muscle tense.

How the fuck did he do it? How did he put those black dots, ink stains on paper however many fucking years ago and do this. And now I sit here, feeling like I’m on the precipice of my own downfall, desperate to step back from the ledge.

Everyone else is staring politely up front. How the fuck is this not getting to them? How can they just sit there so fucking still?

I look over at her and I can tell. It has a similar effect. I don’t recognise her expression. I’ve never seen her like this before. She’s sitting up so straight, as if she wants to get up and walk towards the stage, her eyes stormy, I can see she’s twisting that little paper program in her hands without realising. I can see the rise and fall of her chest, subtle but there. I don’t think she’s even aware that I’m here anymore.

I don’t know how much more I can take of this. And just when I’ve had about enough, they stop. And we all clap.

What the fuck was that, I think. A fluke.

And then everyone settles down and they start the next piece.

And fucking hell. It doesn’t stop.

Now this slow, rising hope lulling you into this false sense of security, as if you’ve been saved, before introducing this long note of despair that makes you question every fucking thing going on in your head. And these people playing this, they have to hear it again and again and again. How the fuck do they do it?

Different was a fucking understatement.

This music…this symphony or whatever the fuck she called it…I don’t get how someone can take it and express all these things like this. Just a bunch of fucking violins and a flute. And I feel like I’m hearing all this shit that makes me rage and want inside my head, all the violence, all the desire reflected back at me, intensifying it a million different ways.

I notice when it’s over, she doesn’t clap, her eyes sort of lost, lost in her own world. Something getting her too.

I feel every muscle ache.

How many more? How many more things are they going to play?

In the end there are two more, brighter than the dark beginning. Mozart fucking toying with us, ripping our hearts out before restoring, putting us back together, promising it will all be alright in the end. And somehow I can’t help but believe him. He’s just that fucking good.

We walk in thoughtful silence back to the train station.

“Are you cold,” she asks at one point. It’s late by now and it definitely ain’t summer yet.

“Nah,” I say. I’m too used to this.

And we’re back to the pensive silence. I feel like she’s still processing that and I’d be lying if I said I fucking wasn’t too.

And this is where it all went so fucking wrong.

We reach our street.

“Thank you for coming with me, again,” she says, a natural break in the quiet as we approach her place and mine, on her side of the road, pause on the empty sidewalk, illuminated by the light from the windows around us. Everyone else warm inside.

“You don’t have to thank me every time,” I say.

She doesn’t reply, just gives me this awkward smile.

“Did you like it?” She asks instead, no longer worried about making me lie.

I think for a moment how to best answer that question.

“I don’t think I get it like you,” I say, answering with as much honesty as I can. I’m still agitated, this restlessness that hasn’t left yet. Fucking Mozart getting to me like that, showing me something about myself maybe I didn’t want to see. I don’t fucking know what to think. I don’t know what it did to me.

“Well, when I was little, I thought it was extremely boring,” she says. “Maybe when you grow up, it will grow on you, kiddo,” she says, her finger against the school logo on my shirt, trying to tease and I don’t know what the fuck possesses me but something breaks down inside. Something finally snaps.

“That’s all I’m ever going to fucking be, ain’t it?” I hear myself. “Just a fucking kid.” I fucking surprise even myself. This rage, this biting tone. I can see myself as if from outside myself and all I can think is, what the fuck am I doing, destroying every fucking thing without a second thought. There’s a part of me that knows I should stop and shut the fuck up right fuckin’ now, but another part that urges me to keep going.

I don’t even know why. I’m raging at her but this frustration is mostly misplaced.

She’s taken by unpleasant surprise. Just stares at me for a moment.

“I didn’t-” she starts, but I’m not letting her get any words in.

“What the fuck am I supposed to do? What do you want me to do? Or am I going to be a fucking kid forever?” I can hear myself, too loud for the street and I don’t seem to be giving any fucks.

She looks at me, suddenly angry herself too. I think it’s at me. I believe it is.

“You are a kid!” She lets me have it. “You’re a fucking kid in a grown up body! Who does the things you do?!”

“I did what you fucking told me to!” I bite back. “And it’s still never fucking good enough for you.”

“I never forced you to do anything,” she says, her voice low and serious, hating me I assume and then growing louder like my own. “There are all these people that care about you and you push everyone away, preferring to live in this fucked up fantasy that everyone hates you, that everyone is out to get you, this fantasy that’s eating you alive! There are people who genuinely care about you and you don’t give a shit!”

This really gets to me. There ain’t no one that cares. And I thought she got that. That she could see that.

“You don’t know what a fucking thing about me!” I remind her. “Don’t fuckin’ tell me what my life is fuckin’ like!”

“Of course I don’t! You don’t ever tell me anything about yourself! I try and I try and it’s like talking to a fucking brick wall!” She agrees, our outrage at each other seeming to grow, spill over by the moment. “You go and get into all these stupid, pointless fights and think the way to deal with anything you don’t like is to beat the shit out of it! Who the fuck does that?! You want to be treated like an adult then fucking act like one! Act like a fucking adult, Garou!”

I find myself staring back coldly, sure that I’ve just broken anything and everything there is to break. I’ve always been so fucking good at destroying things. My one talent.

Her face is getting heated from her own anger. I feel she’s wanted to say these things to me and never could. But it makes sense now. This pulling away I’ve felt from her these last few days, felt tonight on the train. She doesn’t want someone like me. Why would she? I can see her breathing hard and then her fist unclenches slowly by her side, her voice softening.

“I worry about you. I worry about you all the time,” she says.

Part of me is just fucking aching to take it all back, to take it all fucking back, the care in her voice reaching out to me. But my fucking temper is stronger, as usual.

“Don’t ever fucking worry about me again,” I say and leave her there, disappearing into the night, before I say something completely devastating that will destroy the both of us.

“Where are you going?” She calls after me, but I don’t answer. I don’t hear. I don’t see.

There is fucking nothing left.

I walk and I walk, without thinking, without stopping, with this vicious determination, my body knowing exactly where to take me.

It doesn’t take long to find prey. I don’t even fucking care who it is anymore.

There is nothing left.

I find myself surrounded. Usually, there’s this order of things. Someone says something, someone takes exaggerated offense, there’s a challenge, or a swing hoping to use the element of surprise. Then, as she says, I beat the shit out of them.

But I have no time for these formalities today.

I’m surrounded.

Good.

Come fucking at me, I grin at my prey. And there are a lot of them.

First one takes a step forward, aiming for my face but I dodge, manage to get a bloody hit back in. Then two more charge at me and then another. These ain’t no amateurs and I have to keep my eyes open. And it’s all the more satisfying as I feel my knuckles slam into flesh, into bone. So fucking satisfying.

They keep coming at me and for a short while they think we’re evenly matched. I let them believe that brief fantasy but in the end, in the end the savage inside me takes over, wins effortlessly.

And here I am again, standing under the street lights, covered in blood like I haven’t been for a long fucking time, my one good shirt torn and stained, surrounded by these limp bodies. And I laugh. I just look up and laugh in the cool spring night.

Because there is nothing left.

Because when I get back this time there won’t be anyone to look after me, to care about me when I get back.

There is nothing left.

The intoxication of the fight wears off in the morning light.

Delilah has been avoiding me since I came back home last night.

I don’t know why, but I put my work shirt on and head out. There ain’t nothing else to do.

“You’re awful quiet today,” the old man says as we drive to the last job and I try to sleep. It’s funny because I never say a fucking word, but today he reckons I’m quiet.

I grunt something in response, and try to get more comfortable.

“You can go after we’re done here,” he says as I feel the truck come to a stop. Funny how he says ‘we’ when we both know it’s just a fucking one man show here and I’m the star.

I look out the window. Well fuck. Lucky me. So close to home again. If I get this done quicksmart I can fuck off early today.

We’re outside some small office building just across the road from that park where I ran into Tareo and baseball bat bitch.

I’m half way through, bringing in boxes of whatever the fuck when I hear that familiar “Uncle!”

I turn around from the truck.

“Eh? Ain’t you supposed to be in school?” I ask, noticing the girl with him.

“School just finished,” he says.

“We’re waiting for Badd,” the girl informs me.

“Good for you,” I say and turn back to the boxes, not wanting to deal with the kid right now.

“Bye Uncle!” He says and they run across the road into the park. I can still see them but they ain’t my priority.

“Damn, my back is givin’ out today,” the old man hobbles around to the back of the truck.

“What, again?” I say. Like the last fifty fucking times?

“You youngins don’t under-” he starts when I freeze and dodge, purely on instinct.

“Get the fuck out of here old man,” I say, standing back up.

I’m surrounded.

For fuck’s sake.

The old man looks like he’s about to piss his pants and jumps out of the way. I hear “Uncle!” before someone comes in for the attack.

Are these the same assholes from last night? No, couldn’t be. Because they should all be in the fucking hospital if they know what’s good for them.

“Get out of here, kid,” I bark at him and catch a glimpse of his scared face across the road, the girl looking dismayed.

“Ahaha, that was fun watching you last night,” I hear this fucking stupid, sleazy voice from somewhere. But I have no time to look for it as I block another charge.

Who the fuck? Watching me last night?

“But you’re not getting away from us that easy…” The voice drawls and I catch sight of this big motherfucker in some obnoxious martial arts outfit, this long ponytail. Who the fuck dresses like this in public?

This is a fucking nuisance.

They just keep coming at me. Do I ever fuckin’ bother anyone at their place of work? What the fuck is this?

“Badd!” I hear that small voice.

What the fuck is it now?

“Badd! Make them stop!”

“They attacked Uncle for no reason!”

Nah kid, sorry to say but it ain’t like that. There’s a good reason. But thanks for your concern.

“What the fuck?!” I hear as Badd onii-chan charges into the fray and it’s the last thing I needed.

“What did you do now?!” He roars, slugging someone out of the way.

“I didn’t do nothing,” I say, punching another face.

“Ahaha, that looks really fun,” the big dumb son of a bitch with the ponytail and the gold star buttons decides to finally join in.

“I’ll take him,” baseball captain yells.

“Fuck off and mind your own goddamn business,” I say, shoving him out of the way and block this oncoming kick. Yeah I know this style. It ain’t much. A bunch of useless flashy attacks. Ain’t nothing but show. All style and no substance.

I notice we’re drawing a crowd now. The street almost deserted before now fills with people, watching horrified and intrigued.

I stop paying baseball any attention and just wait patiently to get an opening in to flatten this asshole and his fucking laugh. It doesn’t take long.

By the time the police arrive the truck’s dented and I’m surrounded by bodies again, me and fucking pompadour, blood on my face, breathing hard. The old man nowhere to be seen. Tareo and whatshername, Zenko, running over but being stopped by the cops.

“We didn’t start it,” he drops his bat and holds up his hands, his shirt almost as torn as mine was last night.

“Are you a fucking idiot,” I say looking around. What does he think this looks like right now to an outsider? “You really think they’re buyin’ that?”

“They didn’t start it!” Zenko protests loudly.

“They attacked Uncle!” Tareo joins in but they get ushered away.

I look at Tareo, and I think about everything that happened yesterday, last night. I think about Mozart and my school shirt, I think about her face, full of disappointed anger. I think about the first moment, her in the window, that beautiful moment that started it all, and then it flickers out of my mind.

There is nothing left.

There ain’t no point resisting. I don’t give a fucking shit about anything anymore. Let them do whatever the fuck.

“Stop making a fuckin’ scene,” I growl as Badd onii-chan still tries to prove his innocence as they cuff him. “You’re a fuckin’ embarrassment.”

We sit in the back of the police car, hands behind our backs, me and him, he’s still fucking fuming.

You know, I’d always been told I’d end up in jail by the time I was eighteen. I guess I proved everyone wrong and held out for another year.

Happy fuckin’ birthday to me, I think, tasting the blood as it makes it’s way down my face from my forehead.

It’s been the most exciting one yet.

#garou #garou fanfiction #garou x reader #garouxreader #one punch man #one punch man fanfiction #x reader #opm fanfiction

[ayamisc]

rant about dealing with endings.

(c) Kishimoto Masashi (Naruto)

It's Feb 24..and I have a LOT of things to do. Yesterday..i didn't feel good, so i didn't get to do ANYTHING.

[plus the fact i was in my obsession phase at the time as well…]

ANYHOW. i know i should be doing something now.. but i feel lazy this time. but i'll do it anyway ^^

i've pushed off music for now because i have a LOT of things to do…

however, next week… rest assured, i will play the piano again.

uh..err.. before i go.. manga rant? ..haven't had those in a while…lol..just kidding… now i know why a part of me hates vacation. WHY? because i use the wasted time to do something unproductive..like READING MANGAS.

this president's week. due to my extreme boredooooom. yes. bored-doom..coz i always end up doom at some point during my times of extreme boredom… i figured i'd go read mangas of animes i've watched/liked since i was little..

i chose ruroken this time.. rurouni kenshin, i mean. like what i felt during the end of reading the manga Flame of Recca during the summer…. i really don't know what to make of it.

i guess i'm just not good at dealing with endings. it's true. i really don't know how to deal with them. sure they say endings are just beginnings of other things. BUT STILL…grrrrrrrrrrrr

for example..HARRY POTTER.

6 months before the final book came out. i distanced myself from anything Harry Potter. i didn't even THINK of Harry Potter at all. i completely blanked it off my mind.

and what happened after the 7th book came out?

i didn't even touch the book after reading it? that was the last time i ever touched that book.

it's sitting on the bookshelf now. not doing anything.. gathering dust.

then the movie came. i was so un-enthusiastic about seeing it… but since my friends wanted me to see it with them..i did

i liked the movie..it was okay.

…and that was the end of my harry potter…obsession? not even...just...a liking, really.

same goes with manga endings. anime endings aren't so bad.. coz they tend to leave the end very vague.

manga though.. are the original storylines of the animes..so.. u can pretty much say the end of the manga is the end of the story.

My issues with endings isn't only through fiction as well. Same goes for real life situations.

A.K.A. ...the impending end of high school [thank god..after SIX years..FINALLY…lol]

anyhow. so yeah. i HATE thinking of anything that has anything to do with the word "COLLEGE"

i hate it. i hate it. i just hate it.

..i think i'm afraid of changes. yeah..probably.

i'm a pretty laid back person. so changes are too TROUBLESOME for me...for lack of a better word.

but. I'll live. ^_^

THE MANGA RANT: …skip if u want lol eh. ok. Ruroken: so much better than the anime. sadder. funnier. more awesome. BUT…. much more troublesome too! >< ..REALLY don't know what to think of it.

so. Naruto and BLEACH.. nothing much to catch my eye..nothing enough for a rant. lol…

Vampire Knight. so..it's the 24th so LALA magazine has been published. so. comment about VK?

ZERO!! YUUKI!! YOU IDIOTS!!!!!!!!!!!!

…lol..so u pretty much know i'm a Yuuki/Zero shipper.

so. again. 24th of the month. LALA magazine. if so. WHERE IS MY OURAN 59!!! T_T

they're published by the same magazine. so. really. where is it.

…oh. and Kin'iro no Corda [La Corda d'Oro] is also published by LALA… but i haven't caught up yet to the current.

…i don't think i will for a while either. i have too much things to do.. like i said. so.

hn. so..that's my rant.

i'll add to this rant when i get my monthly dose of Ouran 59.

it should be here by later today... or tomorrow.

later………..

WHAT IS IN MY MIND:

WORK! WORK! WORK! WORK! WORK! WORK! WORK! WORK! WORK! WORK! WORK! WORK! WORK! WORK! WORK! WORK! WORK! WORK! WORK! WORK! WORK! WORK! WORK! WORK! WORK! WORK! WORK!

PS. This blog was originally posted on DeviantArt.

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[nota-londra]

I'm back (?)

Long time, no real posts

Hi :)

I think the last post I made was about a very toxic "friend" I made in college who not only lied and manipulated my actual best friend and I, but she also went around telling people things that simply were not true because they didn't happen. I think the blame game would go something like "Alondra deliberately made me feel bad about my body" (Not what I did, but if you had the same sick, twisted method of processing words incorrectly that she did, then you'd believe her) and "she made me feel like shit about an eating disorder" (I can't explain this one. I was a piece of shit at 19. I also wish that I hadn't felt like I was driven to that point [here's where I tell you I more than likely was expressing symptoms of mental illness during this time and for years to come.])

We did this thing called the "Joker Era" after college for a little bit. I blame the pandemic. You know? The whole two years or whatever that the state of Tennessee decided it was going to half-ass shut down. During the second-to-last semester of my college education, for fuck's sake. We went full-circle with that guy but it, of course, went nowhere. Now you're unemployed in your mid-twenties blogging in third/second/first person. No tense, just swag. Putting it all out here because you deleted Twitter almost a month ago (oh, buddy, don't get me started on that one). You finally decided to follow your dreams, BUT you haven't written anything that people have read since you were TWELVE YEARS OLD.

As a result, I'm drinking beer as the edibles hit while the movie about cannibalistic monsters I put on is playing. The dishwasher struggles to be louder than my boyfriend's loud TV speakers. I've managed to talk myself out of self-sabotage and destruction successfully for the nth week in a row. We're doing a lot better, surprisingly, for someone who's twenty-four years old, unemployed, and has no idea what she wants to do for work except the things she actually knows how to do.

No one really talks about how much low self-esteem and the perception of self can really fuck someone's shit up. I put my entire life on hold for things that genuinely do not matter: a man, because I felt like I wasn't good enough, because I was scared, because I was unsure. I've found myself saying things that begin with "Because girls like me don't/can't--" much more often at this age than I ever thought possible. All the versions of myself I'd make up when I was younger were nothing like the way I am now. I imagined myself being brave, strong, successful, and so much happier at 25 when I was a kid. As a teenager, I didn't even imagine myself alive, so that's a huge win.

How was I supposed to imagine all these great things about myself when I couldn't even imagine myself alive? I had to walk such a fine line growing up or I would be forced to face such violent consequences. How was I supposed to know that making mistakes as an adult was ok? How was I supposed to know that I shouldn't turn to my obsessions to cope? How was I supposed to know that an obsession with people and alcohol was as equally bad as any other substance and that finding peace and moving on was the correct answer?

I find myself still mesmerized by self-acceptance. How people seem to fully non-conform in a very conformist world and still live their truth despite it all. I still don't know my whole truth, but when I do (if I ever do), I'll know how to be more accepting and loving of myself than I ever have.

Through all of this, I've had this tumblr account. Six instagrams, four twitters, three facebooks, two tumblr accounts. The only thing I've used consistently is this tumblr account. None of the other social medias I had a decade ago still exist. For someone who likes to reset her digital footprint every so often, I've stuck with this one through a lot. From the awkward All Time Low gifs, to the moody fall photos, I can honestly say you've been the only constant in my life. As someone who's afraid of everyone leaving me, I'm thankful you never have, and now realize that it doesn't matter if people leave or not. It gets better, even though it might not really seem like it at first.

[glowstick-cafe]

Abandoned||SBI x hybrid!reader

SBIx hybrid!reader

Genre: Angst

Warning: Violence, Swearing, implied injury??

I use the Doomsday war to my advantage, that just feels right.

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Dark

Why is everything dark?

I-Why can't I see?!

Why can't I move my wings?!

Dad! Help me, I'm scared!

-

6

"Dad! Help me, I'm scared!" Tears rolled down my face as I clung to the tree branch, "Y/n, it's ok! Keep your eyes on me and jump." Philza yelled. You were playing hide and seek with your brothers and managed to get stuck in a tree, which is why you're in this situation. "W-What if I fall?!" I yelled back, my tears blurred my vision, the only thing recognizable to me was Phil's white and green bucket hat. "I'll catch catch you. I promise." He said, his calming voice relaxing me. You took his word of it and jumped from the branch, you expecting to hit the ground or Phil's arm at least but with a small peak you saw that you were flying. "D-Dad....I'm flying!" You yelled excitedly while Philza was clutching his chest as if his heart was about to collapse on itself. If you were to ask him about it today, he would say that it was the most stressful day of his life.

-

14

"Tech, c'mon!" You whined, as your brother payed not mind to the fact that you were bothering or well at least trying to bother him. "Y/n, for chirst sake stop annoying your brother." Philza said, he just wanted some peace and quiet in the house for once and you were the only thing keeping it from that. "Y/n, I've already told you that you can't go outside with me a night, you're going to get hurt." The pink haired piglin murmured, "I can protect myself, you know this." "No, is no." He said in a stern tone making you huff in annoyance.

"Go with him, I won't tell a soul." Wilbur's voice cheered, his red beanie rested lazily on his head as he leaned on the couch. "Thank you, I'll do your chores for 3 days." "Make it a week." "Fine." After that little exchange you ran out the door to find Techno.

Deep into the forest you silently trail behind your brother while hiding behind trees and bushes, upon hearing a sudden noise that surprised you, you turned around to see your brother nowhere in sight. Your breath quicken as you looked around the forest in panick, where the hell is he?, while walking through the forest you bumped into someone, "Techno! I'm so glad to see yo-AAAA!" You cut yourself off to find out that instead stood a zombie, you backed yourself into a tree which left you nowhere to go, as much as you wanted to use your wings it was useless since the zombie could just grab you. "I can't believe I'm going to die to a zombie-" You managed to say, your terror was short lived because Techno stabbed the zombie through the heart. "Techno, I'm so sorry for following you. I almost got killed and-" Your rambling was cut short due to the sudden hug from the piglin, "I'm just glad your ok, I don't know what I'd do with myself if you got hurt." He whispered, all you could do was cry into his never as he carried you home.

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17

"Dad, I'm not six anymore, I take care of myself. Techno gets to move out, what about me?!" You yelled, it was anthor fight between you and Phil, it's been getting more worse everytime. "The difference between you and Techno is that he proved that he can take care of himself." Phil argued back making you more annoyed. "When did it become about proving something? All I'm asking you to do is trust me, when did the become so hard to do?!" You screamed, you were at your limit, you ran out of the house and flew up to sit on the roof.

You were left to your thought until you heard a familiar voice, "It's rough in there haha..." Wilbur said, he was trying to make you feel better but he mentally cursed himself for even saying that. "You know he's trying his best right?" He sighed, Wilbur took a seat next to you and stared at the sky. Phil, Tommy, Wilbur, Techno and you used to sit on the roof and talk about the weirdest of things while watching the sunset, but not that Techno left to love on his on it doesn't feel the same. "Yeah, but I wish he'd do the bare minimum and treat me like I'm seventeen." I mumbled letting out a deep sigh, "Well, just know that I have your back no matter what, ok?" Wilbur reassured, he put out his pinky finger and you did the same, "Ok..." You gave the brunette a small smile then turning your attention back to the sunset.

-

19

"Now you've done it ya lil shit!" You jokingly yelled, you chase Tommy around the living room while Phil was making dinner and Wilbur was writing a song in his book. "Dad help! Y/n is brutally murdering me!" Tommy yelled while Phil hummed, not paying any attention to the blonde. "Imbeciles! Everyone of you in this house, imbeciles!" The blonde chanted while everyone laughed at you piled your entire weight on the boy.

Later in the night you heard a knock on your door, you utter a gentle come in to see Tommy. "What's up bud?" You ask, you sat up to look at him, "You know how Phil is finally letting you go live on your own?" You hummed and watced the boy try to find his word. "I...I don't want you to go-" He said, his voice sounding shakes which alarmed you.

"Is that was this is about? C'mon, sit." You sighed and patted a spot on you bed signaling for him to sit. "I know that you're going to miss me but just know that you'll have to get used to not having me around, I'm sure Wilbur feels the same. I believe in you, big man." I said while ruffling his hair, his expression seemed like he still wasn't read to let go. "But what about when you wake me up when I don't want to get up? What about you kicking me under the table during dinner, what about when I need you to tell me that everything is find? What about-" He paused to collect his thoughts. "Y/n, what am I without you?" His words made me halt, "Yourself..."

-

Doomsday

"You chose your side Y/n, Techno and I chose ours." Phil spoke, his tone cold and devoid of care."But, I thought- I thought we were a family." I say, Philza only wince at my words. I look up at him, Techno, and Dream as they set off the TNT dropper, with little time I tried to fly away I kept missing the TNT only by a kiss and a prayer until, "Y/n look out!" Tommy yelled, I quickly look behind me see TNT about to explode, out of instinct I use my wing to shield me.

Dark

Why is everything dark?

I-Why can't I see?!

Why can't I move my wings?!

Dad! Help me, I'm scared!

Why is no one there?

Dad-No, Phil, Techno, Wilbur, Tommy.....where are you?

My body felt like it was about the give out, I was losing a lot of blood. "I guess this is how I die...Techno can't save me this time." I chuckled to myself, "I wonder how one of Wilbur's songs go... Jubilee Line, was it?" I paused.

"Wasting your time

You're wasting mine

I hate to see you leaving

A fate worse than dying

Your city gave me asthma

So that's why I'm fucking leaving."

While I was singing a voice called out to me, it seems like I was buried under a pile of rocks...cool I guess. A hand reached and pulled me out of the dark creavis, surprising me completely.

I didn't realize how relieved I was to not die until I stole a hug from the person that saved me, he smelled of blueberries and heaven he was wear a colorful hoodie and a sea foam green swirl on the front. "It's ok, everything will be ok." Even his soft voice resembled an angel, I cried into his hoodie an. The man hugging me whispered small reassurances as my tears stain his hoodie, in that moment I've never been this scared to let someone go.

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I hoped you liked this because I sure did, I shall go pass out now. It's 3:06am rn.

#dreamsmp x reader #dream smp x reader #dream smp angst #dreamsmp angst #sbi x reader #sbi x reader angst #tommy x reader #wilbur x reader #techno x reader #philza x reader #mcyt x reader #mcyt x reader angst