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rorywritesjunk · 5 months

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Let’s be one another’s present tense

Buggy ‘rescues’ you from an abusive situation, and after a less than stellar introduction, he has you audition for his crew to keep you safe. You want safety, security, and joining a circus seems like the best idea.

Rating: R-ish for now. Warning: Swearing, brief mentions of expecting assault, Rory doesn't know anything about makeup and here is more makeup. A kiss. A/N: This story is opposite of my Kid Buggy series and I love that for myself.

Title comes from “Crater Lake” by Lady Lamb.

Chapter 1 + Chapter 2 + Chapter 3 + Chapter 4 + Chapter 5 + Chapter 6 + Chapter 7 + Chapter 8 + Chapter 9 (NC-17) + Chapter 10 + Chapter 11 + Chapter 12 + Chapter 13 TAGLIST: @lostfirefly @neuvilleteismybby @fluffybunnyu @sinning-23 @the-angriest-angel @ane5e

Chapter 5

Despite your argument, fight, whatever it was after breakfast, Buggy kept an eye on you as you practiced holding your breath under water with one hand at the top of the tank to fish you out if needed. With his hand near you, he made a point of going to various points of the tent, trying to see if he could see your face while you were underwater to validate his reasoning for putting makeup on you.

You really didn't want to but as he said at breakfast, he was in charge.

And after everyone was done for the evening and the two of you headed back to your shared room, he waited until you changed into dry clothes before sitting you in front of his vanity and pulling out different kinds of makeup. You had a grumpy expression on your face as he looked at various kinds and colors, trying to find something that was colorful and bright while also being waterproof.

“Turn that frown upside down, Cupcake.” He chuckled as he held up a pink eyeliner pencil and knelt in front of you. “I'm going to take care of you, don't worry. The audience will be able to see this gorgeous face of yours all the way in the back row.”

And there it was again, those words he said so freely to you and others, but you had come to hope he actually meant them when he said them to you.

He held your chin to keep your head still as he murmured for you to close your eyes as he held the pencil up. You just stared back at him, looking into his eyes and feeling lost for a moment before he repeated himself and you listened, shutting them tightly as though this was going to be painful.

“Relax, Cupcake.” He said softly as he moved the eyeliner across your eyelids gently, keeping his hand steady so as to keep the line straight and to not poke you. “I got you.”

You swallowed heavily and nodded, though your movements were restricted by him holding you. He was so close to you right then, you could feel his breath on your face and the warmth of his body as he moved the pencil over your other eye. He chuckled softly and let go of your chin so you opened your eyes.

“Looking good already.” He told you as he looked for the next piece. “This eyeliner says it's waterproof so we will have to try it out later, maybe when you take a bath or something.”

You just nodded, watching as he checked the labels on various mascaras and other things that he had. It made you wonder if he used all of this stuff himself or if he just accumulated it all over time.

“I know your schtick is to wear that old Marine uniform, but I wouldn't say no to seeing you in that mermaid tail.” He told you as he looked back over at you. “You don't have to wear that clamshell top if you don't want to, either be topless or wear something else.”

“It may be hard to get in and out of the tank with the fins.” You pointed out as he took hold of your chin again. You jumped a little at his touch and he immediately pulled his hand back. “Sorry, uh, you can keep doing that.”

He looked into your eyes for a moment, looking for any signs of discomfort before he took your chin in his hand again before he started with the mascara. In reality, if he gave you the makeup he wanted to use you could have applied it yourself, but he never gave you the chance. He just took charge of the situation, much like your haircut, and… you kind of liked it.

Of course you weren't going to say anything.

“Someone can lift you out.” He said as he set the mascara aside. “We'll figure something out to add some flashiness to your act “

You opened your eyes and looked up at him. “Can I ask you something, Captain?”

“What?” He was looking through different eye shadow palettes, looking for any of them that indicated they could be waterproof. “I'm an open book so ask away.”

“Why are you so against me doing anything risky?” You asked. “And don't give me the shit about the other performers, that's not a valid reason.”

He didn't respond right away, still rummaging through the drawer to find what he needed. You took a chance and leaned forward, touching his arm lightly. He shrugged and looked at you.

“Maybe I don't want you to get hurt.” He said, his voice surprisingly calm as he spoke. “Ever think of that? If something happens to you while you're in the water, I can't help you, so don't suggest shit like that anymore.”

“You always have someone watching me though.” You frowned. “You can stage someone to be ready to help me if something is going wrong.”

“Can I ask you something then?” He asked sharply, his tone surprising you just a bit. You nodded. “Why are you so ready to put yourself in harm's way?”

“I'm… I'm not.” You said as you pulled your hand back.

“You were ready to drown yourself shortly after meeting me.” He pointed out. “And now you're suggesting adding an extra layer of danger to this act. Either you have a death wish or a dark sense of humor, both of which I don't like coming from you.”

You shrugged and looked down at your lap. “‘s how I'm coping.”

“Coping with what?” He sighed as he found a bright green eyeshadow that may be waterproof.

“Being here.” You mumbled. “And processing everything, like going from feeling like I was going to be killed by you when I first met you to you having a cup of tea for me. You even let me sleep in your bed last night and… you didn't do anything.”

“What were you expecting me to do?” Buggy asked as he grabbed a brush for the eyeshadow. “Hm?”

You didn't look at him and shrugged. “Take advantage of me.”

“Glad to know you think so highly of me.” He muttered as he grabbed you by the chin again, still as gentle as before, as he held the brush tinged with the green powder. “I'd hope you trust me enough to close your eyes for me.”

“I trust you.” You said a little quickly before closing your eyes. “It… it's just taking time.”

“Hm, well, I have plenty of time.” Buggy said as he smoothed the brush over your eyelids carefully. He muttered something about the powder getting everywhere and before you knew it, his thumb was moving around your eye, removing the excess. You found yourself leaning into his touch for a moment, only to open your eyes when he pulled his hand back. “You good, Cupcake?”

You didn't realize how much you had leaned into him because your hand was on his chest and your face was inches from him.

“I…am good.” You pulled back from him, leaning as far into your seat as possible. “Sorry. Distracted.”

Buggy said nothing as he set the mascara down and looked for lipstick next. Your heart was pounding and you were feeling embarrassed. You needed to get a grip because you just spoke of him not taking advantage of you, but what were you doing just now? Leaning into his touch, getting close to him, he was going to think you were up to something and then what? You'd end up tossed out on your ass. He didn't want you in that way, he was your boss. He kidnapped-slash-rescued you from a shitty situation and you felt like you were throwing yourself at him.

“Better a distraction now than when you're in the water.” He muttered as he picked up a bright yellow lipstick. “Let's try this.”

You let him take charge once more, holding you by the chin as he dabbed the yellow color over your lips. You didn't get to smooth it over your lips because Buggy's thumb was there, dragging the color over your lips to even it out. Before you could stop yourself, you pressed your lips to the pad of his thumb, only to feel horrified that you just did that. Either he didn't notice or he did and chose not to say anything, because he pulled his hand back when he was done.

“One more thing, Cupcake, then you're done.”

You looked up at him, wondering what else he wanted to do to you. He looked at you for a moment before one hand grabbed the front of your shirt and the other hand went to the back of your head as he pressed his lips to yours. You stiffened, not expecting that, but you soon relaxed as your hands went to his head, cupping his face as you returned the kiss.

This was not what you expected to happen.

He pulled back just a bit, pressing a kiss to the corner of your mouth as he looked over your makeup. There was red around your mouth, accenting the yellow, and he smirked at the additional color.

“I think this will work for you, y’know.” He chuckled as he pulled his hands away. “I like the red on you.”

You barely slept. Buggy mentioned the possibility of another storm and you were in his bed again for the night. He wasn't lying and while it wasn't as loud and violent as the previous night, you appreciated that you were able to burrow under the blankets on his bed as the wind howled and the rain pounded outside. He was in bed beside you, sleeping on his side facing you, seemingly not bothered by the noise outside like you were.

It was just weird to be in his bed again. Are you friends now? What was this? He was still your boss but the fact he kissed you earlier had you starting to question some things. Was he just being a tease, or did he have some kind of feelings for you that you yourself were starting to question? Did you like him or, as you mentioned earlier, are you just coping with the change in your life?

You two certainly argued and raised your voices enough at each other that it was weird if you didn't call him an asshole at least once a day or if he didn't end your practice by dunking your head under water.

You pulled your head out from under the blankets just enough to look over at him. He definitely looked peaceful as he slept, and you liked the sight of his hair down and his face free of makeup. It was hard not to reach out and run your fingers through his hair, wanting to see if it was as soft as it felt, but that was a risk you didn't want to take.

“What?” He grumbled as he opened his eyes. “It's weird being stared at when I'm trying to sleep.”

“Oh, fuck, um… nothing. Sorry.” You replied quietly as you curled up away from him. “Couldn't sleep and…”

“Got distracted?” Buggy grinned sleepily. “By me? Am I too distracting for you?”

“N-No, shush.” You glared at him as your cheeks turned red, but thankfully it was too dark for him to notice. “Go back to sleep, asshole.”

“Hard to when your eyes are on me like that, y’know.” He chuckled. “Feels like you’re undressing me with your eyes, Cupcake. Kind of scandalous to look at your Captain that way.”

“Oh my God, shut up.” Your face was burning now. “I am going to smother you with a pillow, Buggy.”

He just smirked at you, almost daring you to even attempt it. Grumbling, you chose to hide your face against your pillow instead. No, no, you weren’t going to smother him while he slept. He was half asleep and being dumb, that was it, trying to rile you up to have you wanting to fight him before you fell asleep.

“Just don’t try to kiss me when I go back to sleep.” He told you as he moved closer to you, wrapping his arms around as he pulled you against him. “I’d like to be awake for that.”

You wondered if you could just die right then and there from this entire conversation.

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synergysilhouette · 6 months

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10 Disney hot takes/probably unpopular opinions

As a big Disney fan, I thought I'd make a post dedicated completely to things I hated/despised about Disney films I loved (or at least liked):

I wasn't a fan of "Dos Orguitas." I think it's because I just don't like slow songs. I also think it was the wrong song to send to the Oscars: "Surface Pressure," "What Else Can I Do," and "Waiting on a Miracle" were much better options.

2. I CANNOT STAND Flynn Rider. I made a post about the sympathetic thief/conman trope you see in films and how I'm tired of it, so I won't repeat myself. I'd have preferred Bastion (his original self) instead of the final product; Flynn comes off feeling like a father or big brother figure to Rapunzel rather than her love interest.

3. Anna and Kristoff were ruined as a couple by "Frozen 2." Kristoff is so obsessed with finding a way to propose to Anna while Anna ignores him and misunderstands him for much of the movie, that the proposal at the end of the film feels almost unearned.

4. "Mulan" needed more songs. I can't get more clear than that.

5. Gaston didn't need to die, and he kinda toed the line between evil and mean. He's a villain, but it's his arrogance that screws him over; if he was just vain, he'd be into Belle, but he probably wouldn't be as big of a threat. At worst, he'd be a recurring suitor for Belle that she kept having to turn away. He could've been a minor antagonist, but his determination to get what he believed belonged to him was what led to his downfall. Plus now that I think on it, couldn't he have just been imprisoned? I doubt he'd have too much sway after the events of the film.

6. The costumes for Big Hero 6 weren't as great as they could've been. While the colors and styles are different, the fabric/armor and headgear looks similar, bringing it to almost a uniform look with different colors rather than individual outfits. I discussed that in my rewrite.

7. "Raya and the Last Dragon" would've been my favorite Disney film it had been a musical, focused on one SEA country (or at least, several distinct ones rather than a mesh), and had a story that carried the morals/characters better. It has a great concept on paper, but my rewrite says it all.

8. Pocahontas had the best romantic life (and John Rolfe is better than John Smith).

9. Ariel's green dress is her best one.

10. Asha and (human) Star should've been a couple. One of my many frustrations with "Wish."

#disney #disney animation #disney princess #hot take #unpopular opinion #mulan #beauty and the beast #flynn rider #ariel #the little mermaid #wish #asha #encanto #tangled #raya #raya and the last dragon #pocahontas #gaston

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yuikomorii · 2 years

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Admin I absolutely LOVE the outfits you give Yui and I wish she had that fashion sense! Even so, have you ever thought of rating Yui’s official outfits? I would love to hear your opinion♡

// Aww, thank you! I've always been interested in fashion, so I guess I'm trying to give Yui things that will suit her best. Also, sure, sounds fun! (ෆ˙ᵕ˙ෆ)

1. Dark Fate

This is probably a very popular opinion, Yui's best outfit is without a doubt her DF one! It actually looks modern and like something a teenager would truly wear. The high-waisted shorts definitely flatter Yui's figure, and I love how her shoes and socks match her shorts and blouse perfectly!

2. Lost Eden

Everyone knows I'm not a big fan of LE, but I have to admit that this outfit looks great on her! Maybe I'm just saying that because many girls here, including myself, dress like that, and even though it's very simple, it has a fresh vibe to it! My only complaint is that the skirt is far too short, which wouldn't normally be a problem but Yui is Miss Clumy and falls down numerous times in LE (and in general), so I get second-hand embarrassment, lol.

3. Chaos Lineage

I'm a huge pink lover, I like how they made her outfit look formal but really comfortable. The dress gives me vintage vibes, which is a plus, and I love the socks and shoes; look at those cute pearls! Overall, the outfit is good, but I would have preferred it if they gave Yui a blazer to make it look less plain in comparison to the Diaboys' attires.

4. Vandead Carnival

This outfit is definitely… something. It’s not ugly for sure but it simply doesn’t give me Yui vibes. I’m not saying Yui has to only dress in pink, and it’s not like she’s canonically stylish either but those colors are way too dull for her. I believe it would have looked better if she tucked that shirt in that baggy skirt. Perhaps not wearing black leggings and having different shoes would have saved this outfit? At least it looks alright in cgs.

5. Lunatic Parade

I’m feeling bad for rating this one so low because I love LP so much but this outfit isn’t the best choice for her. Both pieces of clothing aren't bad; in fact, I like the ribbons on the jacket; however, the colors don't really suit Yui. Perhaps it isn't very visible here because promotional pictures are always brighter, but Yui's skin in the game has warm tones, and in some cgs, her skin and hair are exactly the same color as the dress, which doesn't give me an aesthetically pleasing image at all, since it’s way too… dry. Also, why were those black thigh-high socks included? It also bothers me that the shoes don't go with anything.

6. Haunted Dark Bridal/More Blood

Come on everyone, let’s act surprised! I already mentioned why I dislike this outfit but I’ll do it again. The pieces of clothing aren’t that hideous, the sweater would have been sort of cute if she took a high waisted skirt and tucked it there. As for the shorts, they are… okay? They would have worked better with plenty of shirts. Adding those orange/light-brown boots was atrocious, it’s not that they’re ugly, they just make the outfit look chaotic because pink, brown and orange isn’t really the most fitting combination for Yui.

(I remember editing once a full body version but I can’t find it anymore PAIN)

I wanted to include the school uniforms and other outfits, but the ones shown above appear in most cgs, after all. Still, I adore her black uniform; it makes Yui look really good! 💕

#yui komori #diabolik lovers #dialovers #komori yui #admin

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deepspacedukat · 1 year

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Begin Again - Part 6

I’ve been enjoying writing this waaayyyy too much. Koss is just such a perfect target for teasing and...yep. Anyway, enjoy!

Part 1 here. Part 2 here. Part 3 here. Part 4 here. Part 5 here.

Cross-posted to AO3 here.

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Koss (ST:ENT) x Reader

[A/N: This is smut adjacent with mentions of innuendo, so 18+ ONLY, MINORS DNI!!!]

Warnings: Mutual pining, mild innuendo, discussion of a wet dream, ozh’esta (Vulcan finger kiss), public flirting Vulcan style, Soval gives The Pon Farr Talk, one of the two idiots begins to put two and two together.

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I really should have taken Koss’s robe back to him the next day. That would have been the logical, polite thing to do, but I didn’t. The night he’d lent it to me, I fell asleep wearing it. I didn’t mean to, really I didn’t. I laid down - just for a few minutes to attempt to process what had happened between us - and the comforting, familiar scent of my neighbor on his robe lulled me to sleep before I could even consider taking it off.

Embarrassingly, even my dreams weren’t free of his influence. My subconscious mind had latched onto the sensation of Koss sweeping me up in his arms as if I weighed nothing at all. The soothing sturdiness of his warm, strong chest against my bare skin and the heady realization that we were entirely nude while in such close proximity had made my head spin in the moment. In my dreams, that became the main focus.

Images of impassioned kisses and breathy moans against burning skin flashed through my mind, making for a rather rude awakening by my morning alarm. Waking up hot and bothered was one thing, but to do it while wrapped in Koss’s robe? That felt entirely scandalous.

My morning routine was a blur that day, and when I got to the Embassy to start my shift, I realized I’d tossed Koss’s robe on over my uniform tunic instead of my own. Leaving it draped over my chair in my office, I tried to get through the day without anyone being the wiser about my little mix-up. Soval even caught sight of it once, but if he recognized the robe as Koss’s, he didn’t give any indication of it.

One Embassy employee must not have liked my perfume, though. He gave a little sniff when we were in the lift together, and he promptly turned a rather dark shade of green as he averted his gaze. Huh. Oh well. That wasn’t the weirdest thing to happen to me. Making a mental note to wear a different perfume on my next shift, I brushed that off and got on with my day.

A few evenings later, I prepared to give the borrowed robe back to my neighbor. There had been several opportunities to return it to him, but...well, I just couldn’t seem to bring myself to do it. I was almost embarrassed that I’d waited so long. After all, it wasn’t as if Koss was my partner. How could I excuse my behavior? Surely it would seem illogical to a Vulcan if I said ‘I kept your robe a little longer than I should have because your scent relaxes me.’ That would only make Koss think I was some kind of creep.

The evening that I was determined to return it to him, I washed it by hand and took the time to examine the fabric more closely. The deep, brown cloth was soft and well-worn. Koss had clearly spent many hours nestled in its warm embrace. There were many places along the robe’s length where Koss had mended tears and holes, but the bottom hem near one of the corners was beginning to come undone. A small smile made itself at home on my lips at his attention to detail where he’d sewn the robe back together. He’d matched the stitching exactly.

Attention to detail seemed to be a common theme with him. Even when it came to our socializing, Koss always made sure that I was comfortable and that my needs were met. I really needed to find some way to thank him.

As I folded the worn material, I had an idea. Hurrying downstairs and over to Koss’s door, I took a deep breath and rang his door chime. Koss looked thoroughly surprised to see me smiling up at him when his door slid open.

“Hi! Sorry, am I bothering you?”

“I always welcome your presence, but you do not typically visit me in the afternoons. Is everything alright, ashaya?” He asked as he stepped aside to allow me into his home.

“Yeah, I’m fine, I promise. I just wanted to, um...” I stammered, but I trailed off as I caught sight of his living space. Memories from the last time I was here swept up to greet me, and I blinked in surprise as I realized that being here again felt like coming home. Noticing how long I’d been silent, I cleared my throat and turned to face Koss. “I remembered that I still had your robe, so I’m here to return it.”

“Thank you, but there was no rush, I assure you,” he said walking over to me and accepting the folded robe. “Was that...all you came here to do?”

“No, actually. I was wondering if you were familiar with any farmer’s markets around here?” At his look of confusion, I tried to clarify. “A place that sells fresh local produce.”

“Ah. Yes, I am. There is one not far from here. Why? Are you not receiving adequate food supplies?” He seemed utterly alarmed and protective at the prospect, but I placed a calming hand on his arm.

“I’m well-fed, I promise. When it comes to Vulcan produce, though, the variety offered by the Embassy provisional department is a little limited. I wanted to try my hand at a sort of fusion cuisine, but I can’t seem to find the right kind of fruit. I was hoping a local market might offer something I haven’t had the chance to experience yet,” I explained, and Koss relaxed substantially. Even if he could never feel the same way that I did, it was sweet how much he cared for his friends. “You said there was one nearby?”

“Yes, it is a short walk from here. I can escort you there tomorrow morning, if that is convenient.”

“That’s very sweet of you, but I’m sure I can find my way without you having to play tour guide. Surely you have better things to do?”

“It is no bother,” Koss said setting his robe aside and taking a step closer to me. “Besides, I would happily be your ‘tour guide’ if you’d allow me.”

Did he look hopeful or was I projecting my own emotions onto him?

“Alright, then. I accept your offer.” Koss nodded his head in approval just as a small thump came from the door at the back of his home. We both turned to see I’Tol sitting with his big, fluffy paw against the glass.

“Your introduction to him was not...entirely pleasant. Would you be comfortable if I allowed him inside? Or would you prefer that I wait until you depart?”

I looked over at him and smiled.

“Oh, he’s just a big teddy bear. Go on.” At my permission, Koss walked over to the door and slid it open, letting the big fluff inside. Much more sedately than our previous encounter, the sehlat walked over and flopped on his back in front of me again. As I knelt and rubbed his belly, Koss strode over to us and sat beside me.

“How odd. I’Tol never behaves this way with others, yet he has done so twice with you,” he murmured, and I looked over to find my neighbor already observing me closely. Blushing under his intense gaze, I looked back at his saber-toothed bear.

“Maybe he can tell that I’m good with animals,” I suggested, but Koss just slid a little closer to me. “On Earth, there are people who believe that pets, especially dogs, can instinctively tell good people from bad.”

“If that is true of sehlats, then you are undoubtedly an exceptional person,” Koss murmured. When I looked over at him, he was wearing an expression that was so open and full of kindness that my breath hitched in my throat. He really meant it.

With a rustle of fur, I’Tol stood and padded off to a large cushion at the side of the living space that appeared to be his bed, and Koss and I got to our feet.

“Thank you for letting me see him again. I’ll um...I’ll leave you in peace. See you tomorrow?”

Koss agreed and walked me to the door. As I made my way home, I wondered what that look of his had meant.

The next morning, I donned a set of lightweight robes for the trek to the marketplace. It turned out to be a shorter distance than I’d anticipated. How had I not found this place sooner?

What must have been dozens of stalls were set up with vendors selling produce and pieces of local craftsmanship. Vulcans of every shape, size, and color milled about examining various items and speaking quietly amongst themselves.

As Koss and I chatted and made our way through the crowd, something bounced off my leg with a little grunt. Looking down, I spotted a young girl looking up at me with wide eyes.

“Ni'droi'ik nar-tor,” she stammered as if she was afraid that I’d hurt her. I supposed that my ears didn’t help. Bumping into an alien in the middle of a Vulcan market must have been startling. Releasing Koss’s arm, I smiled and helped her carefully to her feet. Brushing a bit of dirt off her robe, I noted that she didn’t appear hurt, at least.

“T’Ria,” a voice called, and the little girl called back. A Vulcan woman made her way through the crowd as I stood straight again, and she glanced between myself and her child. The two exchanged a few quiet words in Vuhlkansu, and the mother gave me a small, respectful nod of her head. “Lesek, t’sai...osu.”

We returned her gesture and the two went about their business. When I looked back at Koss, he was examining me as if he was attempting to decipher a puzzle.

“Did I do something wrong?” My voice seemed to knock him back to reality.

“No. Not at all,” he said, but his voice sounded rougher than before.

Once we returned to our path through the stalls, we finally found the section that would hopefully yield the results I wanted: the fruit stalls. I didn’t recognize the majority of the fruit being displayed, so I quietly asked Koss what they were.

Several sounded intriguing, but it wasn’t until we reached a vendor selling little yellow i’su’ke berries that I knew I’d found what I was looking for. Koss described them as being tart, but pleasant if accompanying something sweet. The bright pink ones beside them were called g’teth berries, and they were, apparently naturally sweet.

Perfect.

Removing my hand from his arm to examine the fruit, I purchased just enough to make the surprise I was planning, plus a little extra. There was something to be said about having a little more than you needed when experimenting with a new recipe. Mistakes were bound to happen, after all.

Exchanging the correct amount of currency with the kindly vendor, I stowed the fruit in my shopping bag. When I turned back to where Koss had been standing only a moment before, he was nowhere to be seen. Glancing around, I spotted his broad shoulders moving back through the crowd toward me with something in his hand.

He led me to an empty side section of the market before speaking again.

“Forgive my absence, ashalik. While you were occupied, I made a small detour to another stall. Would you indulge me for a moment by turning around?” I looked at him curiously, but I did as he asked. Why wouldn’t I? The warmth of his presence moved closer to me, and his arms reached around me.

Within his grasp was a silver chain with a deep, red stone - I took a guess that it was a garnet or something similar. The way the light reflected and refracted off the stone’s many facets put any other jewelry I owned to shame. Once the necklace was secured around my throat, Koss swept my hair out from under the metal to its former position. Was I imagining things or did his fingers linger just a beat longer than was necessary over my pulse?

“I thought this pendant appropriate for one whose passions have carried her across the stars,” he murmured somewhat closer to my ear than I had expected. This felt like more than just a casual gift from a friend, though. I knew what I so desperately wanted it to be, even if it was impossible. “You are an admirable, venerable woman, and knowing you is my greatest pleasure.”

I didn’t know what to say. What could I say in the wake of such a sincere compliment?

Before I could find my voice and the correct words to say, part of the crowd moved closer to us, and Koss grasped my hand lightly to guide me away. A few moments later, he pulled me carefully to a stop outside a small shop with his hand still holding mine.

“Would you like to share some tea before we return home? I am familiar with this particular tea maker. He is quite skilled.” He looked so hopeful. How could I possibly refuse?

Smiling up at him, I agreed, and Koss escorted me inside.

“Shif pasu.” The waiter nodded his head at Koss’s request before leading us to a table for two in a secluded little corner. This felt surprisingly intimate, just like many of the other things we’d done together. Was I crazy or was there more to our interactions than I’d previously assumed?

When we were served a single, slightly larger than normal cup of tea, I looked at Koss curiously.

“Is this a Vulcan custom?” A hint of green dusted his cheeks at my question.

“It is, ashaya. However, if you would prefer a second cup–”

“No, no, this is perfectly fine. I was just curious. I’m afraid I don’t know as much about your culture and customs as I should outside of the diplomatic arena,” I explained, and he visibly relaxed.

“I would be gratified to teach you whatever you wish to know,” he said gesturing for me to take the first sip. As I did so, he continued. “For example, this particular custom is traditionally a gesture of trust and familiarity between two individuals. This tea shop is often frequented by couples beginning a courtship.”

“Really?” I asked as I set the cup back down in the middle of the table. “May I ask why that is?”

“To share food and drink - resources which have been scarce throughout our planet’s history - signifies one person’s desire to ensure the survival of the other,” he explained before taking a sip of the tea.

“So...the pair two tables to our left is sharing a cup, as well. Are they...’courting,’ as you called it?” The term sounded rather Victorian, but I wasn’t about to criticize them. I was just happy to be learning something new about Koss and his people. He glanced over at the table I’d indicated, then back at me.

“I have no doubt that they are,” he replied sounding certain of the fact.

“But they’re behaving just like anyone else. Besides the tea, I can’t see anything that sets their behavior apart. What makes you so sure?” I asked curiously, and the barest hint of mischief sparkled in his eyes.

“Look at their hands,” he instructed quietly. I did so as stealthily as I could manage, and I saw that atop the table, the man’s first two fingers were resting over the same fingers on the woman’s hand. When I looked back at my companion, he must have realized that only raised more questions than it answered. “That is quite intimate physical contact.”

What? But Koss had held my hands much more firmly than that tiny, little point of contact. Why was that so different?

“How so?” At my question, he blushed more prominently.

“Lay your hand on the table in the same position as theirs,” he murmured, and I did as he said - of course I did. I trusted him, after all. Delicately, Koss laid his hand on the table, allowing two of his fingers to lay atop mine. A soft, pleasant, dizzying sort of warmth wound its way up my arm from the point of contact, and I looked up at my neighbor curiously. “This is a variation of a gesture called an ozh’esta.”

“Does it always feel like...like this?” I had no idea how to describe the sensation he’d thrust upon me, but I had to assume this was normal for this particular gesture.

“I do not know. What are you feeling?” He asked looking almost surprised.

“Warmth, I suppose, but that doesn’t quite describe it fully. This feels different somehow,” I murmured, realizing how ridiculous I must have sounded.

“I...was unaware that Humans could experience what we do with the ozh’esta. Your species has no telepathic ability,” he muttered. Telepathy? Was that why Vulcans dislike physical contact? Tilting his head curiously, he blinked and the warmth his touch had inspired changed to a subtle, pulsing, tingling sensation. “And now?”

I described it to the best of my ability, and Koss’s eyes darkened as his pupils dilated. After a short burst of what felt like pure pleasure, he removed his hand from mine and took a bracing sip of tea.

“Forgive me. I should not have behaved so inappropriately.”

“You didn’t, Koss, I promise.” I touched his wrist lightly, and he looked at me with surprise written all over his face. Giving him a small smile, I tried to reassure him. “You were teaching me. Thank you for the lesson and for the insight into your culture.”

“You...are welcome,” he said just above a whisper as I sipped our tea. Once our cup was empty, Koss paid the tab and we made our way back toward home.

We paused outside my door moments later, and I turned to face him. He was already looking at me with an expression that - if he’d been Human - I’d have described as softly affectionate. But he couldn’t feel that way about me.

“I just want to thank you for today. I know you probably had better things to do, but I really enjoyed myself. I mean, that’s no surprise, really, because I always enjoy spending time with you, Koss.”

“As do I, ashaya,” he murmured as his eyes skimmed my face.

“You know, if you come by after your evening meal tomorrow, I’ll have a surprise ready for you,” I said with a little wink. Koss tilted his head curiously, but before he could ask what I meant, I stood on my tiptoes and placed a gentle kiss on his cheek. “See you for a swim tonight?”

“I...Yes, of course,” he stammered, and I gave him one last smile before heading inside. Now, all I had to do was make sure the recipe would work the way I wanted.

The next day, Soval and I arrived in the Embassy lobby at the same time. We offered each other the ta’al salute as usual, and made our way to the turbolift.

“I take it you had a pleasant day of rest?” Soval inquired as the lift began moving. He sounded almost amused.

“I did, but what’s with the tone?” I asked curiously, but all he did was raise an eyebrow.

“Koss escorted you to the market stalls yesterday, did he not?”

“He did, but how did you know that?” There was no reason for my cheeks to start burning, yet they did. We hadn’t done anything wrong.

“I saw a pair resembling the two of you. The male seemed to be quite a dedicated provider,” Soval stated, and my cheeks heated further. “You were aware that his behavior is that of a male who wishes to win a potential mate’s affections, were you not?”

“I...Soval, you’ve got it all wrong. Koss doesn’t see me like that. I’m not a Vulcan woman.” We stepped out of the lift and started walking toward our shared office. “We went shopping and shared some tea. That’s all.”

“Do you view him as a potential mate?” He asked, and I stopped in my tracks. I had strong feelings for Koss, that much I was certain of, but I knew he could never reciprocate them. Why should he?

“I like him probably more than is proper, but, ultimately, it doesn’t matter,” I murmured resuming my stride, and the Ambassador gave me a quizzical look.

“Explain.”

“Vulcans abhor emotional behavior. I’m a Human. We’re pretty damned emotional. I highly doubt that someone as illogical as I am would be seen as a viable choice for a romantic partner for a man like him.” The door to our office slid open, and we both stepped inside.

“But you do desire to be seen that way by him?” I barely managed an embarrassed nod of confirmation. “I submit to you that he already sees you as such.”

“Your evidence?” I expected no more than a knowing glance, but he surprised me.

“You wore his robe to the Embassy while it still held his scent. He would not have given that to you if he did not wish to express a desire to protect you. His scent was mixed with yours for the duration of the day. No doubt anyone who encountered you that day is now aware that you are under a Vulcan’s protection. Accompanying you to the market, adorning you with a piece of jewelry he’d purchased, and sharing tea with you in a public area - all are actions which illustrate his desire and ability to provide for you. Such behavior would be quite obvious to a Vulcan female as that of a male desiring courtship, because those traits are ones heavily and instinctively sought after in a future mate,” Soval said, but I could do no more than blink in surprise. “Has he attempted to demonstrate his physical fitness to you?”

Memories of our swims together flashed through my mind’s eye, including the time he’d swept me up in his arms so easily. Perhaps his teasing wasn’t quite as innocent as I’d previously assumed it to be.

“Should I take your silence as a confirmation?” I nodded my head silently, then another thought occurred.

“What...? I mean, does serving someone breakfast count as a demonstration that you can provide for them?”

Soval’s eyes widened almost comically.

“I will not ask how that particular opportunity arose, but if he did so unprompted, then yes. I believe it was,” he said with a hint of a smile tugging at his lips.

Oh my god, had Koss been trying to flirt with me the whole time? Was I really so oblivious? Had I done anything to make him think I was rejecting him?

“Ambassador, I should warn you that Vulcan males can be quite single-minded when they have decided that someone would be their ideal mate. If you wish to dissuade him, you must do so clearly and quickly–”

“What if I wanted to reciprocate?”

Soval leaned back against his desk with an almost proud tilt to his chin. Had he been hoping for this outcome?

“It would appear that you are already doing quite well on your own, despite not being fully aware of the implications of your actions,” he stated tilting his head slightly. “By allowing him to complete these tasks and showing your gratitude for them, you have demonstrated that you are open to - and accepting of - his attentions. However, it is likely that he is aware of the vast cultural difference between your species. As such, he may not view these reciprocal gestures as intentional. You may need to be a bit more overt in your own actions.”

At his advice, a plan began to form in my mind. Maybe there was a way I could show Koss how I felt.

“One last concern, which I suspect will become relevant soon: how much do you know of Vulcan biological cycles?” The deep, emerald blush that ignited to the tips of Soval’s ears made my eyes widen. At my confused look, he set the office door to conference mode so that we wouldn’t be disturbed. Clearly, whatever I knew wasn’t as thorough as whatever he was about to tell me. “We do not speak of such things publicly or to outsiders, but yours is...a unique situation. Every seven years...”

~*~*~

Vulcan Words:

ashaya = love

ni'droi'ik nar-tor = I am sorry

lesek = thank you

t’sai = Lady (as an honorific title)

osu = sir

ashalik = darling

shif = pair

pasu = table

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Matilda

A/N: Hi and THANK YOU so much for reading. Your messages always make my day/week. So please don't hesitate to reach out. As always, thoughts, comments, feedback, criticism etc. always welcome!

Read chapters 1, 2, 3, and 4.

Chapter 5

Christopher and I went out to dinner, and, Over the following weeks, continued seeing each other casually. We texted daily, went out for drinks a few times, and saw each other on set often. While I liked him a lot, and certainly enjoyed being around him, I didn't want the relationship to get any more serious. Which, for the time being, felt okay. I wasn't sure how long this would last but I tried my best not to think too far into the future.

Not thinking too far ahead seemed like a good plan. Things were looking up for me. I suddenly found myself surrounded by incredibly kind and hardworking people, a caring and attentive man, and the work I did for the film added some exciting work challenges in my professional life as well.

Aside from dodging my parents phone calls and continuing to leave them vague voice messages about not being able to attend family gatherings because "I had to work" and that "maybe I'll make up for it by visiting them sometime soon." Everything else ways going great. And, in my defense, I wasn't exactly lying to my parents. I did have to work. Granted, filming wouldn't fall apart without me, if I went out of town for a few days, but Fran might die of boredom at the college library if I'm not there. Besides, even though they would never openly admitted, I knew that my family was always better off without me. I'd only bring the mood down. They all had different lives and shared interests. They'd try hard to make me feel included and yet completely miss the point. Of course, I'm sure they'd say the opposite. To them, I'll always be too picky and unyielding. In any case, being under the same roof as them always ended badly. It just makes sense to stick around here.

I've hardly seen Harry since all of this. We still worked together occasionally on film stuff. At least whenever a literature question came up. And I still went to his after-work dinners a few times. He always had everyone over for dinner, drinks, and even attempted to host game nights a few times. But, apart from the obligatory "hello," we rarely spoke.

At the end of an uncharacteristically cold night shoot, I went by Christopher's trailer to see if he was ready to go home yet, secretly hoping he had a hoodie or a jacket in his dressing room that I could borrow. I had not anticipated this weather in August. When I got to his trailer, he was standing outside with his cast mates, drinking beers and talking amongst themselves.

"Hi" I tapped him on the shoulder to let him know that I was there, interrupting a conversation he was having with one of the actors.

"Well, hello!" He paused mid-sentence to greet me, smiled, put his arm around me, and went back to his conversation.

I didn't realize that we were in the casual affectionate touch phase in our relationship already. Luckily, he was facing his friend and didn't notice the surprised look on my face. Harry, on the other hand, did.

He immediately looked away as soon as I caught his eyes. He'd changed out of his costume and was in Nike joggers and an over-sized black hoodie, which he wore often whenever he wasn't in front of the camera, a kind of uniform to separate in-character Harry from real Harry. His overgrowing curls, which were drenched in hair product and slicked back whenever he was filming, were now loosely held off his face by small hair clip. His face was read in many place. No doubt a result of scrubbing it raw to get rid of the layers of make up. I'd seen the same on Christopher on more than one occasion. Even in his current state, he made standing around with colleagues drinking beer look beautiful.

"Alright, guys, it's getting late." One member of the cast announced. "I'm outta here." Gradually, everyone began to follow suit, until the only people left were Harry, his female co-star Sienna, Christopher, and I.

"I can't believe we're off for the next 4 days." Sienna announced while rummaging through her bag for her car keys.

Filming was on pause until everything was moved to the "new location" which just meant the college, where my real job is. This also meant that I was also off from my real job while we gave them most of the library to prep for filming in.

"mhm." Harry agreed, peeling the label off of his beer bottle.

"So, what's everyone doing for 4 days?"

There was a moment of silence followed by mutual shrugs.

Harry laughed and asked if we'd like to spend those 4 days at his place. Run lines, hike, and swim in his pool. Everyone agreed to meet there at 5 pm tomorrow.

"Found my keys. Alright, see you guys then!" Sienna waved goodnight and headed for her car.

"You look cold. I'll go get the car." Christopher head rubbing my shoulders, trying to warm me up. My body was cold but the fact that he'd noticed made me feel warm and fuzzy on the inside.

Harry and I were alone now. He did his best to keep his eyes looking at anything but me. To relieve the awkwardness, I went and stood right next to him. That way, we wouldn't have to be facing each other.

"So, it's been a while, how've you been?" He spoke first.

"Yeah, good. I've been good. You?"

"Same. Good." He nodded contemplatively.

"Haven't seen much of you lately."

"Yeah, well, I've been keeping my distance, cuz you seemed mad at me. Plus, you're with Chris now, so....you're probably too busy to give me private English lessons and all that."

"Mad at you? When was I mad at you?"

"You know, for trying to insist that we talk about-- you know, after the--" He kept letting his sentences trail off.

"Well, I'm not mad at you." I declared, squeezing my legs closer together trying to hold on to any body heat left in me.

Without so much as a glance towards me, Harry promptly took off his hoodie and handed it to me.

"Just take it, Matilda" he rolled his eyes when I attempted to protest. I was glad he couldn't see my smile. He hadn't called me Matilda in a while.

"Anyway, I'm glad you're not mad at me because I've missed hanging out with you. And not just for the English lessons, believe it or not."

" sure, sure." I chuckled.

The hoodie was warm and it smelled like him.

"You'll be there? tomorrow?"

"of course, I mean, you just said you missed me. If I'm not there you'll perish."

"I burn, I pine, I perish."

"Shakespeare." I smiled, amused.

"Wait, you mean that's not just from '10 Things I Hate About You?'" He giggled.

"You are clever, Harry Styles."

"Not just a pretty face, you know..."

"That's right. You're also good for a hoodie."

He laughed fully and warmly.

I spotted Christopher's car making the U-turn towards us, and started to leave. "That's my ride. See you tomorrow?"

"Can't wait."

"Hey darlin', hope I didn't keep you waiting" Chris said as I got into the passenger's seat. "Oh, I see you stole Harry's hoodie off his back." He laughed.

I turned to face the window and inhaled deeply taking in the lingering scent in the hoodie.

#harry styles #harry styles fanfiction #dom!harry #harry styles fluff #harry styles smut #harry's house #matilda

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Slow Motion - Ch. 2

I Never Knew You Could Feel This Way

Chapter 1 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4| Chapter 5

Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x Curvy Female Reader

Hey fam thank you to all those who gave the first chapter some love 💙 I’m in the midst of writing a few darker chapters for Save Yourself (Dean Winchester x Reader) and I Can’t Help Myself (Joel Miller x Reader), so this has been my slice of happy fluff! I hope y’all enjoy and thank you to everyone who asked to be tagged 🥺 love you much! (also almost at 230 followers 🥺🥺🥺)

Series Summary: I mean, love at first sight has to exist for some people. Guess you're one of the lucky ones. Bob had said it so nonchalantly. Like it was a thing that could, did, happen in real life. And yet here he was, Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw, falling for you faster than his plane could take off. But even if everything felt slow motion, was it possible the two of you were moving too fast?

Chapter Summary:

Goodness gracious, great balls of fire! Rooster made a small decision to give love a shot and a higher power has decided he will trip over Every. Single. Word he says to you the second he walks back into Top Gun. And he knows this isn’t… love, but you shake his nerves and rattle his brain. What he doesn’t realize, he has the same effect on you.

Monday

“Hey!” Bradley nods to a few people as he makes his way into the Admiral’s office. He waltzes over to the front desk, surprised it’s currently unoccupied. He leans over the edge of it, looking to see if he can spot anyone down the hall. When no one comes he takes a look around.

It’s set up differently than last time; everything is labeled [your last name] in metallic blue, and behind the desk there’s a gallery wall of photos and memorabilia. Some of it looks like world war two era, and some, like the one of his dad and Maverick, more recent. His eyes drift over every photo and he almost laughs out loud when he sees a small one of Captain America and Peggy Carter tucked right in the middle. How has no one noticed that? He chuckles.

“Like what you see, Lieutenant?” You ask from the doorway to the left of your desk. You’re not sure how the words even made it out of your mouth, let alone the sexy tone. Your heart’s rattling around in your chest; This is it, the moment he’ll look you over once and pass. Plenty of guys that roam these halls have done it, but, to be fair, you’ve done it too.

He slowly swings his head to flash you a smile and stops dead in his tracks, the girl from the bar! He immediately stands up stick straight, smoothing the front of his uniform, and nearly saluting at you. Your eyes are still twinkling with mischief like they did at the bar, even under the fluorescent lights. And he never thought red lipstick could make his whole body tingle.

“Yes Ma’am. Quite a collection.” He swallows hard, his heart beating like he just got caught cheating on a test. When you smile, and refrain from laughing, he relaxes a bit. “But uh, wasn’t Captain America with the army?” He cheekily adds, almost missing the lip of the desk when he tries to lean against it.

“Are you tellin me you are not, in fact, The Steven Grant Rogers?” You feign surprise, which earns you an eye roll and a small chuckle. “Although I guess Cap never had a mustache.” You hold a finger up to your top lip and wiggle your brows at him.

“Ha ha.” He playful adds, his eyes keeping yours captive.

Guess he does like what he sees… Damn you Mav. You sigh.

“I don’t think Mr. Stark has you on the docket today, but you’re on time for the Admiral.” You walk around to your side of the desk, taking a seat and waking up the computer.

“Would rather go have a drink with Stark to be honest.” He tells you, the words tumbling out slowly as he admires your face. He’s seen plenty of pretty girls in his time, but something about you is so much more captivating. Your face is soft, full cheeks, rounded nose; your beautiful lips are gently pulled into a smile as your eyes are focused on the task at hand.

“Alright Lieutenant Bradshaw, here’s your badge; the Admiral will be waiting for you in his office.” You tell him as you hand him his things. You look up to see he’s got a cute little grin on his face, his eyes slowly moving but he clearly hasn’t heard a word you said.

“Lieutenant?” You cock your head to one side. Why is he looking at me like that? Oh god do I have lipstick on my teeth? You quickly lick your teeth just in case. It’s a liquid lipstick, it ain’t on your teeth you dolt.

“Bradley?” You try. His name feels good rolling off your tongue, like you were always meant to say it.

“Hmm?” He blinks hard a few times. How is she so cute? How could she look this adorable now and so badass last night?

“The Admiral is waiting for you.” You smile, leaning a bit closer to him.

He rocks forward onto the balls of his feet and for a second you think he might kiss you. He DOESN'T KNOW YOU, you dingus. You reprimand yourself. Still…

He quickly flashes a smile and rocks back, slapping his hands against the desk as he slowly backs away; his gaze not letting go of yours until he makes a left down the hall.

He does know it’s-

After about two seconds he quickly walks the other direction toward the Admiral’s office and you giggle to yourself.

_______

“Flirty? Like Hangman ?” You look at your group of coworkers in disbelief. You had gossiped a little here and there but now they were full speed ahead since a certain group of fighter pilots have been arriving throughout the week.

“Hangman’s so pretty…” One girl comments.

“And the textbook definition of a player!” Someone else laughs.

“Rooster looks the part but he’s all talk; never taken anything farther than a few dates from what I’ve heard. At least Hangman takes you home…”

The lot of you sit and gossip like a group of hens, but not much can be said about Bradley.

As one girl tells her date mixup story involving Fanboy, the girl covering your break comes over and gives you an apologetic look.

“Sorry, Maverick asked for you.” She shrugs. You nod and stand up, giving the girls an apologetic look as you head back to your desk.

“Like what you see Captain?” You smile from the doorway. Mav’s standing almost exactly how Bradley was earlier. At the sound of his name he turns to you, flashing that million dollar smile.

“Need you to do one of these in my house.” He gestures to the wall. He loved the one you had in Mojave, but he loved that a few of his peers had given you a few photos to add.

“I’ll need Pennys approval in writing.” You poke him in the shoulder.

“If you put plenty of pictures of Amelia she’ll be fine.” He chuckles, wrapping his arms around you and giving you a squeeze.

“Ok well, then I’ll need what you just said in writing.” You squeeze him a little harder and you let go of each other.

“Walk with me?” He gestures to the courtyard. You nod and follow him out the door. “Enjoying Top Gun? Everyone respecting you?”

“Been good so far. Ladies were just starting to fill me in on a certain group of pilots.” You laugh. “Although they described Bradley differently then the impression I got.”

“You’ve met already?” Mav perks up, which makes you chuckle.

“He came in this morning and checked in. Got his clearance and all that.”

“Did you talk? What did you think?” Mav lightly takes your arm so you stop walking.

“He’s polite, nice, can crack a joke, and a little flirty.” You shrug, trying to keep it cool. If you give Mav any indication that Bradley makes you feel like a blob of jello you’ll never hear the end of it.

Mav slowly nods at your words but that damn smile is as big as the runway.

“Did you tell him we’ve worked together?” You inquire. It would explain his better behavior from what you gather.

“Not a word, never let me get past the ‘I know a girl you should meet’. But I knew you two would hit it off.” He claps in victory.

“Think you’re jumping the gun there Mav.” You shake your head, looping your arm through his. And don’t give me too much hope.

“Maybe, maybe not. Either way could you join us for family dinner? Penny’s cooking.” He clarifies. Mav can grill just about any kind of meat, but he has no talent for anything else.

“Wow you’re not just going to throw us out on a date right off the bat?” You laugh. “But yes, I would love to come over.”

“Going to try the ‘if I’m nice I’ll get what I want’ route with you two.”

“And what do you want?”

“For you two to fall in love, duh. And dinner is Sunday at 6.” He slips his arm from your grasp and traps you in a bear hug as you waddle back inside.

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Wednesday

“Who’s the new girl at the front desk?” Rooster asks as he hands everyone a shot. They’ve been at The Hard Deck for all of an hour and he’s already three beers in hoping to calm the fuck down.

“(Y/N)?” Phoenix and Bob ask in unison as they circle the pool table.

“I saw her too. She’s… pretty.” Hangman adds, making a little face.

“Why’d you say it like that?” Fanboy frowns, taking a sip of his beer.

“She’s just a little curvier, which is fine, gives ya a little more to uh.” He makes a squeezing gesture with his hands. “It just normally comes with some body insecurity.” He shrugs.

“You kidding Hangman? She’s fine as hell.” Coyote sighs, thinking about when you wore a knockout outfit yesterday.

“And like you wouldn’t soak up the undivided attention.” Phoenix rolls her eyes. “Wait… wait a fucking minute! Didn’t she turn you down the other day? Flipped you off as she left?” Phoenix pokes. Hangman’s face pinches together and the whole group erupts in laughter.

“She probably told Rooster to get lost too.” He fires back, turning to Rooster for confirmation. Rooster simply shrugs, a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. Not telling you shit Hangman.

“Oooo man, Rooster for the win.” Fanboy claps. “But seriously, what are all y’all doing here? I’m stationed here…” Fanboy steers the conversation to other things as Rooster reels over the last few days. Turns out you’re way more than a secretary, you’re an analyst who can do two jobs at once. You’re only ever called in on certain missions or programs but the Admiral was more than happy to have you on the staff. Rooster managed to keep his head on straight for once and asked about the Cap and Carter picture. You laughed and told him he was the first one to ever say anything. Her laugh is the best noise… and her smile, who could resist?

Bob quietly moves to sit next to Rooster, shaking his snack cup to wake him up out of whatever daze he’s in.

“(Y/N)’s really nice.” He tells Rooster. “We talked for a bit during lunch. She transferred from another base. She said she never thought she would work for the Navy, but apparently she has family here. Which explains why she brushed off Hangman’s advancements.” He huffs a little laugh.

“Think the only reason she didn’t pass me over was because I could barely talk like a normal person, let alone flirt.” Rooster confesses. “I don’t think I’ve ever been so-“ he grasps at the air, searching for something to describe this feeling.

“Nervous?” Bob offers, his brows raised in surprise.. He knows the feeling, especially with confident women, but it’s fun to see Rooster squirm a little.

“It’s like trying to land a plan on your own for the first time. You know you can do it, but you’re still afraid you’ll crash into the ground.”

“Ooo, I hate- actually love to tell you,” Phoenix takes a seat on the other side of Rooster, “you’re falling for her.”

“What?”

“You can’t use your words like a big boy,” she starts counting on her fingers.

“You get that love struck look whenever you think about her.” Bob throws in and Phoenix holds up a second finger.

“What look? There’s no look!” Rooster defends. Is there a look? Do you give him a look? Although every look you give him is cute…

“It’s the one currently on your face.” Phoenix smirks. “ and you've asked everyone about her.”

“Not everyone…”

“Ok, you haven’t asked Maverick, or Penny. But I’ve literally seen you jump into all conversations about her.”

“Plus you specifically said the other night that you needed someone like that.” Bob nods.

“Well ya, like her… not actually…. her…” Rooster shakes his head. His heart might pound faster than his plane can fly when he thinks about you, but that’s normal…

“Think I have to disagree,” Bob nods. “I mean, love at first sight has to exist for some people. Guess you’re one of the lucky ones” He shrugs.

LOVE AT FIRST SIGHT? Is that what this is? That’s fuckin crazy… no way. She’s just… just…

“Think you broke him Bob.” Phoenix waves her hand in front of Rooster’s face until he smacks it away.

“She’s a smart, talented and beautiful woman, what’s not to like?” Bob looks at Rooster like he’s the crazy one.

“I know she’s those things… I just didn’t think-”

“And continue to not think.” Phoenix demands. “Not only does that advice work for being a pilot but also your love life, apparently. When you think too much you become a babbling mess, as you mentioned.”

“Maybe she’s the one you don’t have to put up a front for. Someone that you can lean on.” Bob softly adds, gently bumping Rooster’s arm.

Maybe Bob’s right; maybe you could be his wingman in life, a home to come back to. You’ve known her for like three days man…

“You know Family Fun Weekend is next week…” Phoenix shrugs.

“And she’s going to be there.” Bob sing songs as he continues to snack on his peanuts.

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Friday

You got this. She’s just… possibly the love of your life. No, no, she’s a girl you want to know. No pressure. Bradley shakes the nerves away and walks out into the courtyard.

“Enjoying the San Diego air Agent Carter?” See? Still got it.

You look up from your phone to see Rooster walking toward you, a cocky smile on his face. That’s more like it.

“Good morning Rodgers.” You salute, trying to keep the tingly feeling under control. “Much nicer than afternoons back home.” You look up at the blue sky that’s dotted with clouds, seagulls squawking overhead as they ride the cool sea breeze. Somewhere in the distance you can hear the fog horns of ships and engines of planes.

“And where’s home?” He gestures to the empty seat next to you. You scoot to one side and he happily takes a seat, his arm coming to rest on the back of the bench.

“Out towards Edwards Air Force Base.” You answer, trying not to sigh at the warmth of his knee against yours.

“Ahh, so you and Mav were neighbors.”

“Something like that.” You smile. Interesting that Mav hasn’t told him. “How was your meeting?”

“It was good, it was good; classified to civilians unfortunately.” He lifts his sunglasses up hoping you’ll do the same so he can lose himself in your eyes.

“You flyin soon? Or did they try to get you on the teaching route?” Did he just move his sunglasses to look at me? Maybe I should… You move your sunglasses up and you swear you hear him sharply inhale. Stay calm, stay calm, could be nothing.

“Always another mission. Startin’ in a few weeks.” He gives you that cute little grin, and it feels like he’s truly looking at you. Has to be real, can’t be hallucinating that good.

“So you’ll get training time here?” You ask, scooting a little closer, so your thigh is flush against his. He may be branded as a flirt but it can’t be just you that feels… whatever this is.

“Hopefully a little more training than past missions. And even a few days off here and there, maybe we could do stuff…” He leans toward you, fingertips lightly touching your shoulder.

“We can definitely do stuff… together.” You whisper as his face slowly moves toward yours.

“I’d like that.” His breath gently fans your face. Just a little closer-

“Rooster!”

You lean away from each other and turn to see Maverick waving him over.

“Duty calls Rodgers.” You whisper, bumping your shoulder against him.

“He always does.” He sighs, pushing himself off the bench and striding toward Maverick.

You watch him go, trying not to admire the view too obviously. When he reaches Maverick they throw their arms around each other and walk back inside.

I love you Mav but you sure have the worst timing. You shake your head and turn back to your phone.

“Hey Red!”

You look up to see Rooster leaning out the door. “See you at the Family Fun day next weekend?”

“Sure thing Cap!” You laugh. See you a lot sooner than that though.

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Sunday

“Help Amelia set the table.” Mav directs, handing Bradley a stack of dishes.

“Yes sir.” he salutes as he walks over to the dining table.

“So you’ve met Mav’s friend?” He asks Amelia as the shuffle around the table to set it.

“Ya… you haven’t?” She cocks an eyebrow. “She works at Top Gun and comes by the bar few nights a week to chat with mom. Figured you would have ran into her by now.”

“I’ve only been here a week!” Bradley huffs in fake annoyance. Although it is his own fault, he got so wrapped up with his friends and you… he hasn’t given Mav’s friend a second thought.

“What’s she like? Mav is normally really good at not making friends.” Bradley chuckles.

“She’s cool. She managed to convince my mom to let me get this.” She pulls back her hair to show the tiny stud in her upper ear. “And she and Mav have the same sense of humor, so there’s too many inside jokes to keep track of.”

Bradley stops moving around the table, his brow furring at his new dilemma: does he tell Mav he’s already…in… love with you? But maybe he and mystery girl will hit it off and-

“Bradley?” Amelia interrupts. She’s trying her best not to laugh but he’s got the most confused and horrified look on his face.

“Ya?”

“You’ll like her, trust me.” She pats his shoulder and walks back into the kitchen to help her mom. The doorbell rings and Mav yells for Bradley to grab the door.

“Since when does she ring the doorbell?” He hears Penny ask.

It’ll be fine. You can have options. Maybe you’ll just be good friends after this. Bradley pep talks as he swings the door open to reveal

“Red.”

“Rooster.” You smile at him. You hoped if you rang the doorbell Mav would make him get it. His shocked expression slowly turns into that same cute smile he gives you when he walks by your desk everyday and you can’t help but bite your lip.

“Bradley.” Mav shouts. He darts his eyes toward Mav, who’s gesturing for him to let you in.

“Shit, right. Sorry.” He fumbles, moving far enough that you can squeeze by. He quickly shuts the door behind you, his arm gently pressed against your lower back as it clicks closed. His feet have decided they aren’t moving so now you’re almost pressed against his chest.

“Hi.” You breathe. Your heart feels like it’s getting ready to launch out of your chest with how close he’s standing. All he’d have to do is lean forward a little bit and his lips would press into yours

“Hi.” He mumbles back, his eyes taking in every detail of your beautiful face. Your eyes flick to his mouth and fuck could he want anything more then to press his mouth to yours?

“Kids! Dinner’s ready!” Penny sings and both of you snap out of the staring contest.

“Are introductions still needed?” Mav laughs as he hands the desert you brought to Amelia and swallows you in a hug.

“Bradley might need one.” Amelia giggles from the kitchen.

“I didn’t realize (Y/N) was your friend.” Bradley pokes Mav in the shoulder, handing you both a plate. You mumble a thanks and start dishing out your food, chatting with Amelia about your matching piercings.

Bradley turns to follow but Mav grabs him by the scruff of his neck.

“Maybe you should have let me tell you more instead of brushing it off.” Mav laughs in Bradley’s ear, ruffing his hair as he pushes him toward the table..

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“Think it’s time for the old folks to go to sleep.” You loudly whisper. Bradley and Amelia snicker as Mav and Penny groan from their places on the couch.

“Not old…” Penny remarks as she peels herself off the couch.

“You three just survive on no sleep.” Mav slaps your knee as he walks by.

“Ain’t no rest for the wicked.” You and Bradley say in unison.

“I’m going to bed too. School in the morning.” Amelia throws the remote on the couch before she gives you and Bradley both a hug.

“And then there were two.” Bradley smiles, holding up two fingers.

“We both have work tomorrow.” You groan, moving you ass over to the spot next to Bradley so you can lean against him as you pity yourself. Can’t we just be adults with endless money and without the confines of a job?

“Want me to drive you home?” He chuckles, gently putting his arms around you.

“Yes please.” You mumble into his chest. He chuckles again and the vibration makes you smile. “Maybe we can sit here for a moment?” you whisper. You can hear the grandfather clock in the hall mark the seconds of silence. Maybe I went too-

“I’d like that.” He whispers back, placing a gentle kiss on your forehead.

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crazy-loca-blog · 1 year

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I just finished binge reading Roommates with Benefits. Of course, I need to share a few opinions on it because I hate keeping these things to myself. There are some spoilers, but I don't think they'll actually ruin the experience if you haven't played it yet:

I had a really hard time going through Chapter 1. No kidding, it took me like 5 attempts to finally read it and finish it to move on to Chapter 2.

In general, there is A LOT of sexual tension between the MC and the LI *pretends to be shocked*. Every single dialog between them includes some flirtation, and I must admit that, if you follow the game, the flirting becomes quite tolerable. The narration is cringey AF though! I hate it.

The situations in the story are completely ridiculous. Everything since the very first scene makes no sense. The peak moment was Chapter 6. It was so stupid and unrealistic that I couldn't stop laughing, mostly because I ended up being so trapped in this non-sense that I just gave up and decided to join the fun.

Honorable mention goes to Chapter 4, because that's been the only moment (so far) where you get to know a different side of the LI and I'll always appreciate that type of scenes. Unfortunately, it's paywalled.

As per the MC, she's trying too hard to get rid of her goody-two-shoes image, and even though attending to parties and livin' la vida loca may be fun for the plot, she only does it to impress the LI. That's a HUGE red flag. It makes me feel uncomfortable because NO WOMAN SHOULD EVER DO SOMETHING LIKE THAT. Period.

Don't even make me talk about the default outfit. I hate it. In my country, that's most definitely a school uniform. The only opportunity to get rid of it is in Chapter 5, and by paying diamonds, it sucks.

Even though our MC's best friend is absolutely right on her POV, I kind of dislike her! It's hard for me to understand how they became besties in the first place, and it's not necessarily because the MC is changing. Also, it's clear that she doesn't like the LI, but the way she approached them the very first time was way too much for me.

Overall, the book is so unrealistic it becomes a joke. Sometimes, it even feels like TNA all over again, but without the twins, at a university setting, and with A LOT more mutual flirting (and this is super important to me because of how uncomfortable TNA made me feel for not reciprocating Sam's feelings). In fact, they changed the "desire" points for "chemistry" points. HOWEVER... it's far from being the worst book in the app. In fact, I'm beginning to think this book may actually become a series.

#playchoices #choices stories you play #roommates with benefits

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corvicides · 9 months

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just some VC ideas i have for wuya.

voice: Kōsuke Toriumi

lines for his school uniform card

summon: " i'm really enjoying this school thing. it's a lot more exciting than what i used to do every day. " groovy: " my wings? maybe i'll show them to you sometime... " set home: " got any snacks? " home idle 1: " a lot of these classes are really easy. so sometimes i'll tease trein's cat during lessons. haha he hates it! " home idle 2: " ill let you copy my homework for a bag of lemon candy. a reasonable trade don't you think? " home idle 3: " group work? if i have to, but don't expect me to pick up any slack. " home tap 1: " i don't think sebek likes me very much. he gets on me about ruining the dorm's image if i don't behave. what a bore! " home tap 2: " ever had lemon bars? trey made some once and i couldn't help but snatch a few, hehehe! don't worry i left him something as thanks. " home tap 3: the way students scramble to see test scores is so funny to me. what's all the fuss for? if you passed, you'll know. " home tap 4: " skipping class with floyd is really tempting. but i promised to take my studies seriously. i'm lucky to even be here. " home tap 5: " i've just started to like you, don't make me change my mind. "

lines for his dorm card

summon: " you should always watch what you say. you never know when someone might be listening. " groovy: " aren't my wings beautiful? they take me places you wouldn't believe. " set home: " you know, you can always visit our dorm. im sure malleus would enjoy the company. " home idle 1: " some of the secrets the students keep here are quite unsettling hehehe... oh no, i really shouldn't say. " home idle 2: " the diasomnia dorm is nice, i guess. but malleus definitely could do something to liven the place up a bit... " home idle 3: " fae don't scam or swindle, we trade . to imply otherwise is an insult. " home tap 1: " my uniform? oh yeah, i made the changes myself. malleus doesn't seem to mind it. though...it wouldn't matter if he did anyway. " home tap 2: " have you seen octavinelle's dorm? they've got a big view of the ocean floor there. i'd never seen anything like that before. " home tap 3: " lilia is a lot different than i expected. i'm kind of relieved, this version of him is a lot more fun. " home tap 4: " i love jumping out of the shadows and startling people. idia is really easy to scare, especially when he's engrossed in his games. " home tap 5: " don't poke at me too much, i might forget you on a rooftop one of these days, hahaha! no, im very serious. " home tap groovy: " why don't i give you a birds eye view of the school hm? promise i wont drop you. "

ssr dorm card buddy bonus' ( idk who he has a duo magic with out of these )

silver: minor power boost malleus: minor health boost jade: minor power boost don't make me do card stats................. i might one day but uh!!!

spell 1 ( forest strike ) / spell 2 ( water shot ) / spell 3 ( void shot )

#all ebon feathers mischief and wicked manipulation. ( about )#this is just two cards LMAO #my brain is swarming w/ ideas #falls over and cries

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skymaiden32 · 1 year

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Mariana Trench

Fandom: Stingray

Tagging: @dragonoffantasyandreality @thundergeek59 @janetm74 @katblu42 @liseylou @amistrio @uniwolfcorn (Please ask if you would like to be alerted when I update or write new stories)

>:3

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The Island of Lemoy had a reputation of being dingy, damp and cold. Today was no different. Rain buffeted against the windows of the submarine as it lead the other WASP and World Navy vessels that were ready in case anything happened. This was supposed to be a day of peace, but although everyone hoped Titan wouldn’t try anything, they were also realists. They wanted some way to fight back, if need be.

Phones shot his friend in the seat next to him a worried look. Troy looked awful. He hadn’t slept a wink last night, and had spent practically the entire morning before setting off trying to change Commander Shore’s mind. He came close a few times, but Shore was as stubborn as they came. So here they were…

Troy sighed in resignation as they made their final approach onto the island’s shores, where a group of Aquaphibians stood shoulder to shoulder. President Younger and Commander Shore were already on their way out of the sub when Phones grabbed a fistful of his best friend’s uniform, causing the Captain to look back. “You sure you don’t want me there with you?”

Despite the tiredness and anxiety that Troy radiated, he offered Phones a small smile. “Don’t you worry about me. I can handle myself.”

“Yeah, but…”

“Phones.” Troy warned. “Don’t make me order you to stay behind. If anything happens, I want you to grab the President and Commander, and get yourselves out.” Phones gave him a pleading look. “Promise?”

The Lieutenant hesitated, but ultimately nodded. “Promise… What about you, though? Should we wait for you?”

“Absolutely not.” Troy shook his head. “One way or another, Titan’s campaign against the land will end today…” His gaze darkened, and Phones’ eyes fell on Troy’s left boot, where he always kept a small pistol just in case. Commander Shore had ordered all weapons be left behind. This was the first time Phones could recall Troy outright disobeying a direct order from their commanding officer, and he shuddered inwardly, outwardly keeping a straight face. “I’ll catch up…”

“And… What if you don’t, Troy?” Phones didn’t want to think about what would happen in that scenario…

“Then…” It was clear that Troy didn’t want to either. “Then you follow the protocol. Tell the others that I’m sorry. Tell Atlanta I love her, and give her the biggest hug for me. And…” Phones was surprised when Troy pulled him into a hug. He returned the embrace tentatively. “Make sure you kick Titan into the Sun.”

Phones chuckled. “You betcha, skipper…”

“Tempest! Sheridan!” Shore’s voice echoed through the submarine. “Quit your yapping! It’s time to go!”

The two friends separated and headed out of the cockpit, where the Commander was waiting for them. Phones watched as they left the safety of Stingray from the deck, barely hiding a grimace when the wall of Aquaphibians slid aside, revealing their ruler. Titan stepped forward, and Phones sighed as he listened to the somewhat awkward exchange between the King and the Captain.

“President Younger, Commander Shore, Captain Tempest.” Titan nodded cordially enough to each of them, but his eyes were narrowed. Troy was certain he was planning something.

“King Titan…” Troy returned the greeting, deadpanning despite the chills he was feeling all over his body.

President Younger cleared his throat. “Shall we?” The three other men nodded, making their way to where they would be signing the treaty. Troy frowned. The further away they got from Stingray, the less confident he felt about this, not that he felt great about it to begin with…

Titan hummed. “King Aphony and Princess Marina aren’t coming?”

Troy bristled at Titan’s mention of the Pacifican Royal Family, but managed to keep his biting remark to himself when Shore gave him a stern look, instead replying with a neutral tone. “No, they aren’t. Marina has valid reservations, as does Aphony.”

“Oh?” Titan gave him a sly grin, before nodding, seemingly understanding. “I wasn’t expecting them to agree. Their concerns are valid after everything that’s happened between our kingdoms. But I’m sure that one day, they’ll change their minds…”

“I’m sure…” Commander Shore spoke. He seemed to have as many concerns about this as Troy did now, his highly attuned sixth sense picking up on something, but there was no going back anymore…

They finally arrived at the podium where the Treaty would be waiting for them. Troy wasn’t surprised when they realised there was no such paper on the stand. The Captain whipped round to where Titan stood, only to find the tyrant was right in his face. Titan tutted. “Tempest, Tempest, Tempest… You of all people should know better than to believe I would give up…”

Troy scoffed, subtly reaching for the pistol he’d hidden in his boot. “You really think I didn’t know you had a trick up your sleeve?” The pistol was out of the footwear and in his hand in a second, pointed right at Titan’s chest.

Titan raised his eyebrow, unphased. Dozens of Aquaphibian guards surrounded the two enemies, cutting the Commander and the President off from reaching them. “And you didn’t think I’d be able to counter whatever petty resistance you’d try to put up?” The King snapped his fingers, and before Troy could react, his gun was knocked out his hand and he was grabbed and subdued from behind.

“Troy!” Commander Shore’s voice was the last thing he heard before everything went dark.

Titan stepped ahead of the guards to face the Commander. Shore’s face was full of thunder, and could burn through the strongest metal in the world. “Let me give you a word of advice, Commander.” President Younger didn’t miss the way Titan spat out his companion’s title. “Run. Call off your troops.” If at all possible, Shore’s frown deepened. “Because I have plans for Captain Tempest here, and it would be such a shame to change those plans just because you refused to admit defeat…”

Shore growled, but ultimately turned around in defeat, realising the underlying threat to Troy’s life if he didn’t comply, and began to make his way back to Stingray. Younger trailed behind, unable to comprehend what had happened just yet. Before they were out of earshot, however, Shore looked behind at Titan, who stood smugly in front of his troops. Troy’s unconcious body dangled from Agent X20’s shoulder, who was struggling to keep a hold of the Captain. “WASP will strike back, you miserable excuse of a fish! We will get him back! That’s a promise!”

“I’d like to see you try…” Titan smirked. After he was sure the two men had gotten far enough away, he pointed at them, and spoke in a low tone to his men. “After them. Make sure they don’t follow us.” Aquaphibians sped past their King, more than ready to kill the two humans if given the order.

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Phones had watched on in horror from the relative safety of Stingray’s deck as the Aquaphibians surrounded and knocked out his friend. Now, he was running to meet his Commander and the President, who looked both furious and haunted. Phones grimaced. “We can’t just leave Troy to those… those sharks! We have to get him back! Now!” He skidded to a halt in front of them. Shore gave him a look.

“I know.” He sighed. “But we may not have a choice Lieutenant…”

“Wha-” Phones couldn’t believe what he was hearing. Shore couldn’t be leaving Troy. He just couldn’t! “What do you mean?!”

“Titan said he has plans for Troy.” Shore explained, realising he was on thin ice with Stingray’s Lieutenant. “If we don’t leave now, he said he’d have to,” Shore hesitated, “change those plans…”

“You mean, he’d kill Troy if we pursue?” Phones’ blood froze.

“I’d say that’s a guarantee…” Shore grimaced.

“So…” The President spoke up. “If we leave, your Captain would at least be alive? Regardless of what Titan has planned?”

The Commander sighed. “That’s what I’m hoping. He hasn’t exactly proven himself honest today…” They were interrupted by the sound of footsteps, spinning to see the Aquaphibians gaining on them. “But we don’t have any other choice than to trust Troy won’t be killed…”

The trio raced back to Stingray. Shore frowned when he saw how many WASP operatives were out of their subs, wanting so badly to fight back and help their captured colleague. Shore’s heart broke as he gave the order to retreat, and the submarine fleet headed home in disgrace, everyone feeling hopeless to rescue one of their own…

#stingray #stingray 1964 #stingray fanfiction #thunderfam #troy tempest #george lee 'phones' sheridan #commander sam shore #world president younger #king titan #surface agent x20 #sky writes stuff #tw: kidnapping #all those in favour of stabbing titan say aye

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ambrosewriter · 1 year

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Baptism of Betrayal

After Ayumi kills Naomi in the basement, she begins to realize the fate she has locked herself into.

This is an extension of Wrong End 2 ★4 of Chapter 5 in BloodCovered: Repeated Fear. !!This fic does not follow the ending faithfully, rather it is my interpretation of it.

I killed her.

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Euphoria coursed through my veins.

I finally bested her. It took long enough for me to finally do it. Her blood stained my hand and the sleeve of my uniform a beautiful shade of red. The most beautiful I’d ever seen up until now. Who cares if it is the same color as Suzumoto’s, who is splattered against a wall? I welcome this new spider lily accessory; I’ll be able to wash it off soon anyway. My uniform might need a little bit more elbow grease, but that’s okay; so does my skirt.

“I’ll be taking this! Hehe.” I took the paper doll scrap from Nakashima’s hand. Somehow, rigor mortis has already set in, further pushing the narrative that time is moving differently here in this space. Her knuckles made an eerie clicking sound as I grabbed the piece of paper.

Now all that is left is to find Mochida. He must be hurt by the loss of his sister, poor girl. Maybe if she didn’t meddle in our business back in the classroom, she wouldn’t have been in this situation to begin with.

Rounding the corner, I found him sooner than I anticipated. “Mochida-kun!!” I called out to him, but no response. “Hey, come on! Let’s get out of here!”

He didn’t say a thing, never even made an effort to look up to me. Walking closer to him, I saw the thick, black mist surrounding him. The only thing falling out of his mouth at this point is “Yuka… I’m sorry… I’m so sorry….”

Satoshi Mochida is gone. There is no life in his eyes. No will to live. No hope like I saw moments before.

“No… the darkening. Not you too,”

This curse has claimed another friend. Kishinuma is the second, as he is likely still standing by that incinerator in a more sorry state than Mochida. The boys are gone. Nakashima and Mochida found Yuka dead further in the basement. Nakashima is...

Nakashima… She’s… I…

“No… No. No. No. NOOOOO!!!”

I am the last person still alive. Everyone else is gone. The paper doll scrap I killed someone over is now useless. Without someone else to do the charm with, I have no way to get out.

The realization hit me hard. My knees began to give out. I backed away from Mochida to the middle of the intersection. One way made me face the unnecessary murder I had just committed, and the other made me face the reality of my permanent entrapment. I walked towards Nakashima. She lays on the dirt ground, bruised and bloody from where I pummeled her. I took a closer look.

The bitch is smiling at me. Even in death, she has a goddamn smirk on her face. Once again, she proves that I will never get what I want.

I ran away from the scene of my crime. I can’t take looking at either of them anymore. It felt like I was inhaling ice shards as I ran. The taste and smell of metal hit the back of my throat as I breathed. Anything is welcome to distract me from this hell I’ve put myself into.

Running past all the podiums and displays full of severed heads from countless victims who have been sent here, I made it to the basement door.

“Let me out!” I began banging my fists on the door, “Let me out! Let me out!”

The door won’t give. It will never give. The warding charms on the other side are keeping it closed, and there is nothing I can do to open it. Whatever blood was still wet or malleable on my hand splattered onto the door. I pounded and pounded with the false hope that the hallway on the other side would show itself.

“Let me out, please!” I slid down the door and fell onto my knees. Tears began to fall down my face. My cries are only heard by the deaf ears of corpses.

“Mom!”

“Nee-chan!”

…

“Kishinuma!”

How pathetic do I have to be to call out to Kishinuma, of all people? At this point, I am no different than Mochida, who is letting words stumble out of his mouth.

This school has bested me, finally cracked me. I am merely a human girl who cannot do anything other than whine, bitch, and complain. All of this is because of me. I was the one who found the charm; I was the one who suggested doing it. I cut out the paper doll so merrily, I made it a big deal with Suzumoto leaving.

My vision began to darken. Maybe it was the basement lights finally giving out, or I haven’t been breathing properly down here. Of course I wasn’t; the air here is thick, and I’ve been crying and wailing. It began to darken deeper. I raised my hand to look at the blood. It’s darker now, having dried up for the most part, with parts on the side of my hand peeking through from where it made contact with the door.

Oh… I get it now. I’m succumbing to the darkening. It’s a fitting end for someone like me. I turned to rest my back against the door. The lightbulb’s glow grew dimmer as the hallway appeared to grow in length. That darkness at the very end looked as if it were crawling toward me. It reminds me of the weird stains on the floor when Yuki came to give Kishinuma and I her thanks.

Kishinuma…

I never thanked him for coming back. He wouldn’t be able to hear me, but the gesture, I’m sure, would have been felt. I never apologized for being vile to him, either. Berating him back in our classroom was uncalled for. He was only trying to help make this situation better. Even after I said what I did, he still came in to help me. I’m not worthy of his love or admiration.

The darkness crawled closer.

Nakashima…

I should have just left her alone. If I did, we could have both left. I could have snagged Mochida’s scrap from his pocket. I shouldn’t have let my jealousy and anger get the best of me, or we could both be home.

Red eyes began to pop out from the darkness. They have no pupils, irises, or sclera; they’re just a flat red. The same eyes I saw back in 2-9. I felt all of them analyzing me. They felt familiar, almost like they were my friends berating me.

Not long after the eyes, the voices began to speak up.

“How could you do this?”

“Why did you kill me?”

“Why did you kill us?”

“It hurts so much.”

“Do you know what you did to us?”

Shut up. Shut up. Shut up!

“Don’t you think I feel guilty?! I didn’t want any of this!”

I took my newfound energy and sprang up to my feet. I ran back in, past the eyes, pushing out the voices. The hands were making desperate attempts to grab me, but failed.

How does one escape their own head? That’s all it is, my own mind working against me.

Wait.

My own head?

Running back past the trophies, around the maze, I find myself back at Nakashima’s corpse. She was still wearing that smirk on her face, like she knew what she was doing to me.

I let out a guttural scream and threw myself at her. I began clawing at her throat.

“Let’s shut you up, huh? HUH? Do you think you can get away with messing with me?! Last time I checked, I was the one who bested you! Who gave you the right to fuck with me?”

My hands found their way from her throat to her mouth. I dug my fingernails in and tore whatever skin off. It was in my way. I pushed past her teeth and dug my nails into her tongue.

“Do you know why those kids didn’t talk? It’s because Sachiko cut their tongues out! Haha, yes! So, if it worked for her, it should work for me too! Aha ha ha ha ha!”

My cheeks are stinging, but I don’t care. The euphoria I felt moments ago has come back with a vengeance.

I continued to claw at Nakashima’s face until she was unrecognizable. Ripping her tongue out of her mouth caused blood to spray onto my face. If her mother saw her, I’m sure she would cry hysterically.

“Aha ha ha ha ha. Do you still feel confident now? The only reason why anyone would bother looking at you is because of your tits! That’s the only thing anyone would care about anyway!”

I stood up to admire my handiwork from afar. Blood dripped from my fingertips, the sound echoing through the empty halls. Laughter roared out of me. There was no stopping it. Naomi Nakashima was wounded beyond recognition to anyone but me. Only other unfortunate souls sent here will ever learn her name from her I.D..

Now everything on me is covered in red. The blood drying gave me a weird sticky sensation, but only on small patches of my skin. It was irritating. I want to wash it off, but this building has no working water.

I began to wipe off as much as possible, but all the fabric was stained after a while.

“Ghh… I need to get this off. But where… where?”

Aimlessly walking around, I found myself back at the body pool. It smells of death in here, so much so that anyone would vomit just by standing in the doorframe, but it doesn’t bother me at all. In fact, I walked in merrily to the edge of the pool and stuck my hands in.

“Weird, I thought it’d be cooler.”

The mixture of blood, viscera and rotten meat was oddly warm. Inviting, almost. Too inviting.

“Going further shouldn’t hurt, right?”

I sunk my arms up to my elbows. Then to my shoulders. Soon, I found myself fully submerged. I already nearly drowned once; a second time wouldn’t hurt.

I put my head under and swallowed as much as I could. It tasted horrendous, but I couldn’t stop. Eventually, I began sinking further into the pool.

Why was I doing this?

Wait.

Why was I doing this?

Snapping out of whatever idiotic mindset I was in, I made vain attempts to reach the surface. None of them succeeded. I must lay in the baptismal font of my sins, as it is my punishment.

Slowly but surely, my memory from the past hour or so came back piece by piece. How could I have desecrated Nakashima like that? Even the first time around, I didn’t want to. What a pitiful person I am.

My vision began to darken again, but this time for good. Indeed, this is a fitting end for a betrayer like me.

a/n: thank you so much for reading <3 this is my first fic that i've published ! i do plan on making more Wrong End Extensions, so stay tuned :) i do have a ao3 under the same name (ambrose_writer) so feel free to show support on both sites :)

#corpse party #corpse party fanfiction #Wrong End Extensions #canon deviation #mental breakdown #ayumi shinozaki

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dollystuartwrites · 1 year

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7&ME - Chapter 20 - Date

Pairing: OT7 x F!Reader

Genre: fluff, smut, idol AU, straight, bisexual, gay, threesome

Wordcount: 1117

Chapters: [1] - [2] - [3] - [4] - [5] - [6] - [7] - [8] - [9] - [10] [11] - [12] - [13] - [14] - [15] - [16] - [17] - [18] - [19] - [20] [21] - [22] - [23] - [24] - [25] - [26] - [27] - [28] - [29] - [30] MASTERLIST Wanna read all the chapters right now? You can find the complete story for free on WATTPAD

Summary: Miracles do happen! Somehow you've finally managed to secure a job at a big company! Even though it'll be a 24/7 job, they promised you a fat paycheck, so you don't care what the job is... But what if the job is managing 7 grown men? Seven men who all have needs...

Warnings: swearing, unprotected sex, vaginal penetration, fingering, size kink, oral (f&m receiving), dirty talk, gay sex, threesome sex, bisexual sex, implied masturbation, this is super vanilla compared to most of my stories, let me know what I missed.

Y O U R P E R S P E C T I V E

'Are you ready for our date?' Hobi asked me cheerfully.

'I'm ready to go get the groceries with you Oppa,' I laughed.

'Great! Let's go!' Hobi smiled and he grabbed my hand into his and guided me out of our apartment.

I had felt slightly nervous this morning. Although I didn't see it as a date really, the fact that Hoseok had called it that made me nervous. Since I wouldn't need to wear my uniform, I had spent ages in front of the mirror, trying to decide what to wear. Nothing had felt right, and in the end, I had just given up and put on some leggings and an oversize sweater. I had even tried out some of the beauty products Jimin had given me.

Hoseok didn't let go of my hand all the way to the store.

'So, do you have your list?' Hoseok asked me. I held up the list of things we needed that I had written down.

'Good! Let's just start at the far right and work our way through then' Hobi suggested. I nodded.

'So how are you finding your job?' He asked me casually.

'Very well, thank you,' I smiled politely.

'Are you not bored with it yet?' He joked.

'Certainly not!' I said startled. 'I mean, so far it might have mostly been cleaning and cooking, but...,' my voice trailed away. I thought of everything that had happened with Yoongi, Jimin, Namjoon, and Jungkook. 'Well, let's just say, it's never a boring day in our house,' I giggled, feeling myself blush.

'I'm glad to hear that. Oh, the onions,' Hobi said and he grabbed the product. -xxx-

While shopping we chatted about all kinds of stuff.

Being with Hobi was like bathing in sunlight. He was just always so warm and kind and happy. His smile simply radiated warmth and happiness. -xxx-

'Oppa?' I called to him as he was standing further down the aisle. I was staring at one of my favourite snacks that were standing in front of me when I had a question bubble up.

'Yes Gwiyomi?' he replied, instantly walking over. His term of endearment made me blush.

'I was wondering, how do you stay so happy and positive all the time? I read it when I was searching for you on the internet...I mean I- I heard you are always so happy. I feel like, compared to you, I'm such a grumpy person,' I said feeling awkward, both because I had given away that I had looked him up online and that I felt like I was such a sourpuss compared to him.

The smile on his face dropped slightly as he processed my question.

'I am not as happy as you think I am,' He said softly and unexpectedly. His voice sounded different from the usual. His eyes were more serious and the twinkle that usually danced in them had died down a little.

He went to stand behind me and wrapped his arms around my waist, with his chin on top of my head. My heart pounded in my chest as he held me tightly in his hug and I stared at the candy in the aisle in front of me.

'I'm not always happy. I just always act happy,' I heard him say. His chest reverberated against my back as he spoke.

'Why?' I whispered, forgetting for a moment that we were at the store, even though it was mostly deserted.

I could feel Hoseok sigh deeply behind me.

'Because I want to be happy. And I want others to be happy too,' He said, as he took away one hand from around my waist and started stroking my hair with it.

'I want everybody to be happy because I know what it feels like to feel unhappy. And I don't want anyone to feel that way,' he said softly.

I could feel the sadness in his voice.

'Are you unhappy now?' I asked him.

'No,' He said instantly and truthfully and I could feel him kissing the top of my head. Butterflies fluttered through my stomach. 'Right now I am very happy because I get to spend time with you,'

I could only stare as he held me in his arms. Just like when the other guys had done it, it felt like home. Warm, comfortable, easy, and carefree. It all felt so natural with them, so normal. As if I had known them for years.

I had been in love before, but I had never known it was possible to be in love with multiple people at the same time.

But now I was in love with 4 guys at the same time. And I feared what would happen if I'd spend more time with the other three.

'Do you like this snack?' Hobi asked me as he stopped petting my head and grabbed the snack out of the aisle.

'It's my favourite actually,' I said slightly embarrassed and unsure why.

'Really? It's one of my favourites too,' he said happily. I could feel him getting out of his serious mode and back into his usual self again.

I knew it wasn't like he was pretending. Pretending was different from this. I knew he would show his true emotions to me when he would want or needed to.

'Let's take a bag with us, shall we?' he decided, throwing the bag into the cart. -xxx-

'Done!' I said as I shut the fridge door. I had just put the last of the groceries into the fridge.

'Don't forget our snack,' Hobi said winking and taking it from behind his back.

'Ah, right,' I said reaching for the bag in his hand but he pulled it out of my reach.

'Grab it if you can,' he laughed playfully.

I took a swing at it but missed. Hobi laughed and ran away.

I chased him through the house for a while as we laughed and joked with each other.

'I... I give up,' I panted, letting myself fall down on the couch in the living room.

Laughing he came to sit down next to me.

'Tired already?' he teased me.

'Not everyone does crazy workouts as you guys do,' I said still panting.

'Here,' Hobi said as he took a piece of candy out of the bag and offered it to me. I reached out for it with my hand but he pulled it back.

'No, not like that,' he said shaking his head. I pulled an eyebrow and let my hand drop.

'Open your mouth,' he demanded. His tone was different again.

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Attack of Zakuul: Chapter 6

Read on AO3

Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5

Inspired by this post on Tumblr by @bluezeri

Onorshash was sitting on the smuggling ship meditating. Her companion was the pace around her with his concern and worry swirling around him in the Force.

"We should just kill her and take the ship and go wherever else." He said. Onorshash frowned and opened her eyes.

"I do not kill unless I have no other choice. Besides we don't want to anger his boss." Onorshash responded. The human stopped pacing and glared at her.

"And why not?" He demanded

"Her boss is the infamous Shadow Broker," Onorshash explained. The man gave her a look of concern.

"And you think it's a good idea to go to them?" The man asked in horror.

"I think we need allies not more enemies. Not to mention they run a port outside of both Republic and Empire." Onorshash said

"I think you are taking a serious risk and could possibly be getting us arrested or captured." The man shot back.

"Perhaps but the Force has set us on this path we should see where it leads," Onorshash said. The man groaned. He went on muttering something about Scions. She chose to ignore it.

Onorshash began to meditate. The Force swirled around her bringing her peace.

"How can you just sit there?" The man asked. Onorshash hummed before opening her bright blue eyes.

"I'm meditating," Onorshash said

"Meditating?" He asked

"I'm centering myself in the Force. Allowing it to energize myself and have its will imposed on me." Onorshash said. The man scoffed.

"Seems stupid." He said.

"Perhaps, have you ever tried," Onorshash said. The man looked at her in confusion.

"Of course not." He shot back. Onorshash hummed.

"You may want to try. Perhaps it will help with your tendency to brood." Onorshash said. The man stuttered and sputtered. She couldn't help but laugh.

"I...you...how...I don't brood." The man stuttered.

"Hmm, perhaps you call it something different where you are from," Onorshash said. The man continued to protest and stutter. She probably would have continued on to poke a little fun his way, but she felt a presence coming towards them.

"I...you don't...I...we..." The man stuttered trying to find a way to respond.

"Captain Yezese wishes to speak to us," Onorshash said cutting him off. With that, the door opened. Yezese walked over into the room.

"We'll be leavin hyperspace in a hour. Docking in two." Yezese said. Then she left the room.

"I don't like this." The man grumbled. Onorshash chuckled.

"So you've made your feelings clear," Onorshash said. She stood up and gave him a reassuring smile.

"Yet you don't seem to be listening." The man responded.

"I'm sorry but we don't have many other choices," Onorshash said

"Why do you get to make all these calls?" He demanded

"I thought you were tired of leading. You did defect after all." Onorshash said

"I was just a foot soldier." The man argued. Onorshash hummed though it didn't seem to be in agreement. "You don't agree."

"You were one of the only ones that were not wearing an identical uniform. If I had to say I would say you were second in command." Onorshash said. The man frowned at that.

"If you didn't believe me then why did you tell everyone I was a regular soldier?" The man asked

"I believed that you would have a better chance than if they knew not to mention I doubt you would have wanted to become a figurehead in the eyes of the Republic for a phantom enemy," Onorshash said

"Why?" The man asked

"Just because I fight for the Republic it doesn't mean I always agree with their methods and certainly not Saresh's." Onorshash said. "Besides together we can end this cycle of violence and war." The man scoffed.

"Just because I'm following you doesn't mean that I am with you. I'm not going to follow you for some sort of silly dream." The man huffed

"Be brooding all you wish. The Force has brought us together for a reason. Best follow it through." Onorshash said

"I'm not interested in your Scion ideas." The man said

"Scion?" Onorshash asked. The man's eyes widened in the realization of what he said.

"I meant Jedi." The man returned. Onorshash rolled her eyes.

She would not be getting anything more from the man. That was fine she learned patience. Besides despite what he was saying the Force was leading them down the necessary path to stop the conflict.

"Of course," Onorshash responded. He glared at her.

"What does that mean?" The man demanded

"It means I simply know better than to attempt to argue with you. For example, I have all but given up trying to get your name." Onorshash said

"What are you talking about?" The man demanded

"You are stubborn and I know when to pick my battles," Onorshash said

"I'm not stubborn." The man protested.

"We should head to the bridge," Onorshash said ignoring his protest. She turned around and began to walk away.

"I'll never understand her." The man muttered when he thought she couldn't hear him. Onorshash smiled at that.

That was one thing that Onorshash was used to. She often did things that the Republic and Jedi Order found unorthodox. That was fine she didn't need to be understood. She got the assignments done and in the end that was what mattered to the Republic and the Jedi Council.

"Come along," Onorshash said to him. He began to follow her.

The Force imposes its will upon her. Who is she to disobey its call.

#swtor #Star Wars The Old Republic #thexan #Jedi Consular #Female Smuggler #fan fiction #fanfic

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Questions for Twin OCs - Irwin-Lynley Edition

Meet Irwin (left, the boy) and Lynley (right, the girl)!

They are twin siblings of another OC couple of mine, Rurik and Manami, who are an archdemon (highest demon rank in my OCverse) and a sea spirit respectively. This makes them half-demon and half-sea spirits, or as how I'd like to think of them, sea demons. You'll find out more about them below the cut.

Archiving these threads from Twitter and adding a few extra stuff here for easier access. Questions are made by the admins on OCsbase, Twitter. Original thread (in Indonesian) on my Twitter, dated 5th February 2024.

1. "Let's introduce them first!"

Irwin and Lynley are a pair of sailor twins who often explore around the sea in the Underworld (and possibly the Overworld as well) along with Yorino, a bakeneko and close friend of theirs. As sea demons, Irwin has a water-based power, however Lynley has an electric-based power instead. About their age, they're probably around 13~15 in human age.

Until now, they are minor characters in Heaven Prequel of Salvation with no roles in the story YET. They are usually in the same group as the other lovechilds.

2. "Are they identical twins or fraternal?"

Fraternal! Even though they look identical (forcefully)

Though, I have a headcanon that since Lynley looks up to Irwin so much, she intentionally matches her own looks like the way Irwin dresses and how he stylizes his hairstyle 😂

3. "Who's the older sibling? Who's the younger sibling?"

Irwin is the big brother, and Lynley is the little sister. They probably only differ by 1~2 minute tho

4. "Who was created first by the author?"

Irwin of course! Lynley was created, like, a year ago because I suddenly had an impulse to create a jellyfish-themed oc 😂

5. "Are they close?"

So-so. I like to think they often bicker over unnecessary things, even if Lynley adores Irwin lmao

6. "What are their dynamics like?"

Irwin is quiet (to the point he is often mistaken for being mute) but can be very sarcastic and cynical once he speaks, while Lynley is calm and elegant but can become infuriated if something doesn't go her way. Kinda makes me think that their Chinese Zodiac would be Horse if they were born in the human world (for Lynley, at least)

Kinda wanna make them the Brother-Sister Team trope tho (because of the water-electric combo) 🤔 and then Irwin would be the brawn and Lynley the brains.

Their dynamic (along with Higan, their eldest brother) is love triangle, which can be interpreted as either platonic or romantic (I myself prefer platonic for Lynley and romantic for Irwin) however you want it but the point is like this

7. "Are they happy to be twins?"

So-so.

8. "Will they tell everyone that they have a twin? Or that everyone doesn't have to know that they have a twin?"

Irwin is the type to answer if asked and would admit that he has a twin sister, while Lynley who's the Big Brother Worship type (not to Higan tho) maybe will say it proudly but only to her or their closest friends because Irwin himself doesn't like getting the attention? Idk

9. "Do they have other sibling(s) beside their twin?"

Yes, they do! Their older brother, Higan. Their ages are far apart, at least 10 years. Unfortunately, the brother rarely comes home because of daddy issues, so the three of them rarely see each other 😔

Their relationship is pretty comedic to me with the love triangle thingy. Irwin wants Higan to notice him (implied big brother attraction?), but Higan responds by ignoring his achievements and whatsoever. Meanwhile, Higan wants to dote on Lynley and make her coo up to him (because his true ideal little sibling is a GIRL), but Lynley in turn ignores her eldest brother the way he ignores her slightly older brother as revenge.

10. "What are their similarities? For identical twins, apart from their physique."

??? They have ahoges, the same clothing style (sailor uniforms), the same hairstyle (bangs parted from the middle)... and they both are sea demons...

11. "What makes them different physically? If they're fraternal twins, tell us what's unique about them."

The point is that Lynley's unique characteristic is she looks like a jellyfish if seen from the back or based on her silhouette... and Irwin is the tallest one out of his siblings...??

Oh, and Irwin only has one ahoge pointing upwards, while Lynley has two ahoges pointing downwards. Irwin's genderbend (female) self also has long hair, but not wavy like Lynley and is slightly messy.

12. "What differentiates them from their personality?"

I guess Irwin has more self-restraint than Lynley...

13. "Who is most often compared to their twin?"

Maybe Irwin because there's a slight favoritism from their father (to Lynley) 😭

But I think both of them are equally smart, Rurik just needs a reason to nag at his SON because his true ideal child is a GIRL

14. "Do they have the same type of partner? Would they switch their partners if told to? Hehe"

I actually haven't decided but based on which character I ship them with, it seems that both of them are attracted to older partners hmmm.....

Though, I think maybe Lynley would have preferred a golden retriever partner or someone who could let her relax and play around for once. cough Yorino cough

15. "Lastly, how do they view and feel towards their twin?"

Overall, Irwin doesn't seem to mind Lynley looking up to and admiring him, even though it annoys him sometimes when she gets too far or talks too much. However, I don't think Irwin can actually get angry at Lynley, cuz she's his little sister after all and she went through the same abuse from their father (although Lynley had it a bit easier), so he still has that big brother instinct in him. And besides, he's not the type to overthink what others think of him. Though if he could, he would be the type to act like nothing happened the next day.

While for Lynley to Irwin, it's been said or implied plenty that she adores her big brother to the point of idolizing him (but not too extreme like ACTUALLY worshipping him). Though, she doesn't look like the type to constantly pester Irwin every second with girly "kyaa"s and "sugoi desuwa oniisama!", and besides, she's aware that even her adored big brother has his own flaws. Quick note that she only adores Irwin as her "older brother in shining scales" (because he's a sea dragon) and (possibly) only views him in a platonic way.

#original character #raharambles #oc talk #hpos: irwin #hpos: lynley

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the-insomniac-emporium · 3 years

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Serenade (Daniela Dimitrescu/Reader) Pt. 11

Fandom: Resident Evil: Village Rating: T for language Warnings: Nope! Notes: Here we are, a breath away from the end. This features not one, but FOUR songs written by myself. If you only choose to listen to one of them, listen to the final one (Cradle of Heaven), as it is a duet I wrote specifically for this fanfiction, as something that the reader wrote to play together with Daniela. The links to these songs will be within the fanfiction itself, at relevant times. Past Chapters: Pt. 1: Nocturne, Pt. 2: Overture, Pt. 3: Accelerando, Pt. 4: Toccata, Pt. 5: Poco a Poco, Pt. 6: Elegy, Pt. 7: Harmony, Pt. 8: Obbligato, Pt. 9: Berceuse, Pt. 10b: Hymn AMAB

Chapter 11: Cadence

(Cadence: Two chords that mark the end of a song)

The stage is set, the lights are dimmed, your heart pounds within your chest, and the world is yours. Soon, it will be Daniela’s. She is right by your side, as ever, hand gently taking hold of your own. There’s a silent reassurance in her grip, a reminder that the two of you have overcome a plethora of challenges. A promise that this will be no different. Both of you take a deep breath, in sync, before exchanging a quick kiss. All of your hard work has been leading up to the coming moments. Although you are beyond confident in your lover’s abilities, there is a shadow of doubt in the back of your mind. Not for her sake, but surrounding the expectations held by her mother, the standard against which you would be measured.

“Come hell or high water, Songbird, I won’t let anything happen to you. I promise,” Daniela whispers, squeezing your hand again, eyes unblinking as they stare into yours. “You’ve made every right choice, worked harder than anyone I know, and there is nothing more I can ask of you… except another kiss to celebrate afterwards, that is.” Giggling in response gives you the moment you need to relax, nerves fading into the background of your mind. “Now let’s put on a show the likes of which my mother has never seen, mhmm?”

THREE HOURS EARLIER:

“Here, you can borrow my brooch. It’s been in the family for generations, since before we even came to the village, passed down starting with an ancestor who crafted it himself, from materials he scavenged while fleeing his home country,” Daphne rambles, helping you attach the jewelry to your shirt. Thankfully, her hands do not tremble nearly as much as yours have been for the past hour. “I’m more than sure that Lady Daniela will tell you this much, but I feel the need to repeat just how good you look right now. I don’t know where the hell they’ve been hiding this version of our uniform, but damn do I wish I could get one for my next date with Ygritte. Seriously, if you can get one in my size, please do me that favor.”

“Anything for my best friend. Especially after all the times you’ve saved my ass these past few months,” you reply, pausing to give her shoulder an affectionate pat. If not for her constant interference running, someone would have certainly found out about your relationship with Daniela. “Speaking of that… of my life being on the line, I mean… no matter what happens today, no matter what Lady Dimitrescu decides, take care of yourself. You’ve gambled with your own blood to keep me safe, but what I’ve done, what I’ve risked, those were my choices. My consequences. The last thing I’d ever want is for you to pay for them, somehow.”

Rolling her eyes, Daphne gives you a playful shove to the chest, before smoothing out the fabric of your dress uniform. Now she refuses to meet your gaze, a familiar mistiness taking over her brown eyes.

“Nobody around here is stupid enough to think you’ll die today. You managed to get Lady Daniela, of all people, to stay focused long enough to learn some absolutely beautiful pieces of music. You have proved, time and time again, that you are a talented musician, teacher, and ‘servant’. So get out there and kick some metaphorical ass, my friend, because you are ready,” she finally says, offering you what seems to be a handshake. But as soon as your hand meets hers, she’s pulling you in for a hug, holding you tight for a solid minute. When at last you part, you give her what may very well be the last smile she’d ever see gracing your lips.

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A hand’s edge against xer forehead, parallel to the ground, kept perfectly flat. From anyone else, it would be mockery. From xer? Honest salute, solidarity in a traditional form, accompanied by a sharp-toothed grin. Mimicking the expression, you wave at Ava, glad to see that xe would be awake for your concert. After your first night with your girlfriend, Daphne had helped arrange for someone to be your “cover story” for sleeping outside of your usual quarters. With Daniela’s input (and jealousy), only one candidate had revealed themselves, in the form of a (conveniently) mute butler with an inconsistent schedule, love of mischief, and somehow the respect of the Dimitrescu family. Now, xe appeared ready to escort you to the location of your trial by fire.

“Are you sure our mutual friend won’t be upset to see the two of us together?” You teased, knowing full well that Ava was one of the only people that Daniela trusted 100% around you. In response, xe gives an exaggerated shrug, then quickly links xer arm with your own. Together you march onwards to your destiny, amused by the way xe practically skipped down the hallway. Maybe there was a certain wisdom to xer shenanigans, a carefree philosophy that encouraged laughter in the face of death, and you embraced the thought with a smile.

Before long, however, the two of you encounter another unlikely pair headed towards the same destination: Lady Cassandra, looking somewhat embarrassed, with an unfamiliar maiden at her side. Their hands are clutching each other desperately, although neither of them dares to look at the other. Instead they both watch you closely from where they’ve paused in the corridor. Oddly unfazed, Ava gives them a short bow of acknowledgement, earning xer a brief nod from Cassandra. Seeming eager to move on, she addresses you quickly before gesturing for you to keep walking.

“Good luck. Don’t fuck this up for Daniela, or I’ll never hear the end of it,” she growls, doing her best to downplay her obvious concern. Wanting to let her keep up with her facade, you merely give a nod as you resume walking towards the concert stage. Soft footsteps behind you let you know that the strange pair are accompanying you. Still walking alongside you, Ava repeatedly glances behind you, putting out xer hands in the shape of a heart, giggling all the while. If you didn’t know any better, you would almost assume that xe wanted to get hit by Cassandra.

“Ava, please calm down. If you’re not careful, she’ll throw something at you. If she does that, you’ll probably dodge, and then I’ll probably end up getting hit, and then I’ll miss the concert, Lady Dimitrescu will kill me as punishment, Daniela will be sad and whiny about it, and none of you will have any peace for, like, a month. Three weeks, bare mims,” you tease, nudging xer in the ribs. Emphasizing a pout, xe sends one last look at Cassandra and her ‘friend’ (whose hand she was still holding onto like a lifeline), mouthing words you couldn’t parse. Based on the way Cassandra groans, it was something ridiculously cheesy. Regardless, xe behaves the rest of the way there…

ONE MINUTE TO SHOWTIME:

“I love you, Firefly, and I know that you’re going to do absolutely amazing out there. I’m so proud of you,” you murmur, pressing a feather-light kiss to Daniela’s cheek. As dearly as you wish to stay behind the curtain, in her arms, you know that the show was inevitable. With one last nod to your beloved, you part the fabric shielding you, stepping into the spotlight. Imaginary crowds grow hushed at your appearance, a sea of faces greeting you warmly. In truth, there are but five members in this audience, each gazing upon you with veiled interest. Donning you best presentation persona, you set this final act in motion. “Lady Dimitrescu, Lady Cassandra, Lady Bela, and Mx. Caldwell, it brings me great pleasure to present to you, on this day, a concert performed by your own Lady Daniela. For three months now I have acted as her instructor, and these three months have been, perhaps, the most rewarding of my entire life. I could not possibly be any more proud of her than I already am. Now, without further ado… let us begin!”

Stepping to the side, a tug of a rope has the curtains parting entirely, revealing your beloved, waiting ready at the piano. All at once your audience (including Cassandra’s partner, acting as a mere servant in the background) sits up with wide smiles. They look Daniela over, taking in the sight of her fanciest dress, and the way her eyes light up with joy. By the time her fingers begin dancing away at the keys, there is not a single ounce of anxiety in your entire soul. This first song is a relic from your past, a representation of an abandoned idea, yet she plays it like a celebration. It’s fast, hits hard, a bold take right out of the gate. Admittedly, it is also somewhat short. Nonetheless, it serves its purpose, igniting a spark of excitement in those present. Once the song ends, Daniela is surprised by the intensity of her family’s applause. In the back of her mind, she trembles with excitement, knowing that the best was yet to come.

Riding this wave of pride, she immediately settles into the next song, something slower but far grander. Affection thrums inside your chest as you watch your pupil perfectly execute another piece. You can only imagine what her mother must be feeling, to see just how far her daughter has come in such a short amount of time. A quick glance in Alcina’s direction reveals the barest hints towards her being impressed. For now that was enough to satisfy you. Soon enough her face would twist in surprise, as the second song ended, and a new face steps up onto the stage: Lady Bela. Wordlessly she retrieves her violin from the back of the stage, then turns to the front with a mischievous smile.

“Now, a duet! Presenting the ever-talented Lady Bela, to join Lady Daniela for a rendition of an original song, dubbed ‘Northern Lights’. Enjoy!” You call out, before once more taking your place at the side. While Daniela did not need you to count her in for her solo performances, this feels ever so slightly more important, and as such you do your best to conduct for the duration of the song. If either of the performers need it, they hide it well. Honestly, you weren’t sure if your girlfriend had looked your way even a single time so far. ‘Twas incredible to witness her. Akin to a siren, near glowing, taking to the stage as if born to grace its center. Even with Bela working her own magic, Daniela is ever the star. Together they weave a lovely song, notes rising high into the air, swirling around an enchanted audience.

When it ends, both performers give a bow, as if the entire affair had come to a close. Without hinting at what was to come, you switch places with the eldest Dimitrescu daughter. A deep breath rattles your ribcage as you find your center, reaching out to take Daniela’s hand, the two of you raising your arms upward in a display of union. For the first time this evening, Lady Alcina narrows her eyes in what feels like disapproval. But you pay her no mind. Instead you sit alongside your beloved, quietly settling into your practiced position.

There is no introduction for this song. No announcement, no showmanship, nor even a countdown into the symphony. Simply, like exhaling a breath, the two of you start to play. Your phrases echo hers, and vice versa, calling and answering, accompanying all the while, natural as anything holy in the wild. ‘Tis the second shortest song of the night, only long enough to showcase the degree of your partnership with Daniela. As the song crescendos into an ending, you manage to meet the gaze of your employer. Perhaps it is merely an illusion of hope, or a reflection of lights above, but you swear you see tears in her eyes.

“Outstanding, incredible,” she praises, rising to her feet alongside her other daughters, clapping all the while. Once again you rise to your feet, hand clasped with Daniela’s, bowing as deeply as you can manage. Before you can even process what’s happening, your girlfriend is being pulled away from you, swept up into the arms of her mother. Desperation digs like a knife into your heart, as you ache to celebrate with her, but you remain ever in the guise of a professional. “You did amazing, my dear. I cannot begin to describe how proud I am.” The family gathers around each other, buzzing with affection fit to make the hardest of hearts melt. You are left on the outside, awkwardly waiting, without a hint of acknowledgment.

Even if this concert was a measure of your skill as a teacher, Lady Dimitrescu had never bothered to consider you more than another servant. This night was about Daniela. About your secret girlfriend, the brightest star in all the skies. That is not something that bothers you, nor does it surprise you. All that makes you wish to weep is the desire to kiss her. To sweep her into your arms, with celebratory kisses, singing her name as a praise to higher powers. In the end, it takes several minutes for Daniela to pull away enough to move back to you, and even then she cannot give you the reaction she yearns for.

“I’ll come by to talk to you tonight, I promise,” she whispers, as she gives you the weakest hug you have ever felt. Then she is returning to her family, clinging to her mother with a massive grin. Soon enough you are left alone on stage, quiet surrounding you, mixed feelings gnawing at the pit of your stomach. Something feels… wrong. You cannot put a name to it. No one has hinted to you what your beloved has planned, for none but her even have a clue. As soon as she is alone with her mother, as soon as she has the smallest sliver of an opportunity, she knows what she must do. “Mother… we need to talk. I... I have a confession to make.”

#daniela dimitrescu x reader #daniela dimitrescu #resident evil: village #re8 village #avaskian caldwell #cliffhanger #sorry folks #not beta read

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The Vortex That Takes Me To You - "Me, Lu, and Five Times Two" Side Story

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"Wait!" Five called out as he tried to hand you the briefcase

It was too late though as Luther pushed him into the vortex to 2019. As Five held the now-defunct half of the briefcase he fell through time for what felt like a matter of seconds before hitting the ground of the courtyard behind the academy. With a giant flash, the spot in the sky where the blue used to be was now gone. From afar the five known living Hargreeves siblings slowly approached the person who dropped from the sky. Slowly, Five got up from the ground throwing the broken briefcase away as he dusted the dirt and leaves off his clothing. Approaching closer the group looks on in confusion as Klaus asks,

"Does anyone else see a slightly older version of little number Five or is that just me?"

Five took a look down at himself. His suit was too loose now and when he looked at his hands he saw no more wrinkles or signs of old age. There was a leftover puddle nearby from rain that must've occurred early and as he bent over it he saw the version of himself that he had left only moments ago. Bringing a hand up to his face, he stared at his newly youthful reflection.

"I'm young again." He whispered to himself

At the same time that this was happening you were making your way to the florist to pick up flowers that Pogo had ordered. As you walked to the shop you felt that something was wrong. No, not wrong, but different. From behind you, you felt a molecular disturbance and a giant one at that. As you continued to walk to the shop the physical pain grew so much that you had to stop and bend over. It felt like your insides were being torn apart bit by bit. Somehow managing to turn around you felt the direction it was coming from. It was coming from back towards the house. The pain of the disturbance went on for a few more seconds but then abruptly it stopped. Catching your breath, you stood back up but something felt familiar in a way. It was like an odd chill of deja vu but you had never experienced this before. But if the disturbance was coming from the house then the flowers could wait. Reginald didn't deserve flowers anyway. Quickly, you started sprinting back towards the Academy trying to get there as quickly as you could.

Back at the house, the five Hargreeves siblings sat around the kitchen table as they watched the newly returned Five make a sandwich. It had been years since they had last seen him and a lot had changed in that time. Everyone had their own thoughts and feelings on the matter and some were more upset than others. Five wasn't exactly sure what to say to them after all this time. It was quite a complicated situation to be in. Trying to not let his uncertainty show, Five stoically questioned,

"What is the date? The exact date."

The group stays quiet for a second before Vanya states,

"The 24th."

"Of?" Five pressed

"March," Vanya replies

"Good." Five comments

This was exactly the time that he was planning to be here, on the day of his father's funeral. Thank god that man was dead. If he was alive he would never hear the end of it.

"So are we gonna talk about what just happened?" Luther asks

It was no surprise to Five that Luther would speak up. Even after all this time, he was trying to take the lead on things. Instead of responding to his brother, Five puts two slices of bread down on a cutting board and focuses on his desired food item. He hadn't eaten all day and apparently paradox psychosis was a real energy drainer. He needed a second before he was going to explain anything. Standing up, Luther looks down to Five and states firmly,

"It's been 17 years."

"It's been a lot longer than that." Five replies immediately jumping behind Luther to find marshmallows

"I didn't miss that." Luther comments

While Five looks around the kitchen for the marshmallows, Diego asks accusingly,

"So where'd you go?"

Of course, an accusatory tone. How could Diego not have one? Five could just tell that Diego was upset not because he had disappeared for years but because he was the one that made you disappear for years. If only the siblings cared for each other as much as Diego cared for you, maybe things would be different. Five didn't have time for Diego's older brother shtick though. Jumping back to the table with the marshmallows, Five bluntly replied,

"The future. It's shit by the way."

"Called it!" Klaus exclaims

Five turned towards the refrigerator to get peanut butter for his sandwich, his mind wandering as he thought back to his time in the apocalypse. 45 years. He was so arrogant to think he could time travel. Grabbing the peanut butter jar, Five talks aloud,

"I should've listened to the old man. You know jumping through space is one thing, jumping through time is a toss of the dice."

Unscrewing the lid of the peanut butter jar Five looks up from the sandwich he was making and at his siblings before him. The last time he had seen them all together was as corpses. And before that, they were all still children. It was a lot to take in but he was focused on his task of stopping the apocalypse. He had the information he needed on what caused it, but he needed to find the right time to discuss it with everyone. Keeping a stoic look he tries to deflect his mind to something else by commenting to Klaus,

"Nice dress."

"Oh, Danke," Klaus responds playing with some of the loose straps

As he starts to assemble the sandwich he was making Vanya questions him,

"So how did you get back?"

"In the end, I had to project my consciousness forward into a suspended quantum state version of myself that exists across every possible instance of time." Five responds

"That makes no sense," Diego says confused

"Well, it would if you were smarter." Five remarks

Diego angrily stands up and stares down Five attempting to get towards him to attack him. Instead, Luther stands up puts out an arm to hold him back. Honestly, it didn't matter if Luther was there to stop Diego or not. He was all bark and no bite.

"How long were you there?" Luther asks

"45 years." Five states bluntly "Give or take."

Luther and Diego both sit back down in unison. All the siblings stare at their brother with wide eyes in shock at his statement. 45 years?

"So what are you saying? You're 58?" Luther asks

"No. My consciousness is 58. My body is 18 again." Five retorts

With his sandwich put together, Five walks off to the side of the table they all sat around and faces away from his siblings.

"How does that even work?" Vanya inquires

"I used the improper equation when I was forced through time." Five replies

"Improper equation?" Vanya questions

Electing to ignore Vanya's question, Five turns back towards his siblings at the table. There was no reason to explain all that had happened before he came here. It was unnecessary and would probably worry his siblings more than they needed to be, or perhaps even enrage them and there was no way he was going to stop the apocalypse if his siblings weren't willing to work together. Picking up a newspaper detailing the death of his father, Five takes a look at it before commenting unamused,

"Guessed I missed the funeral."

"How did you know about that?" Luther asks

"What part of the future do you not understand." Five remarks to him, his eyes not leaving the paper "Heart failure, huh?"

"Yeah," Diego says

"No," Luther adds

Ah, yes. One and Two still fighting to be the leader of the family as if it hadn't been years since the dissolution of the Umbrella Academy.

"Hmm. Nice to see nothing's changed." Five comments

The Hargreeves looked at their newly returned brother and as he stood there quietly, holding his sandwich he stared back awkwardly at his siblings. The prior self that he left in the '60s said that you would show up when the conversation with his siblings felt over. It felt pretty over right now and there was no sign of you. Five's heart started to race, everything had been laid out for him, and now nothing was going according to plan. Panicked, Five decided it was best to leave. Keeping a serious look on his face he started to walk out of the kitchen.

"Uh, that's it? That's all you have to say?" Allison questioned

"What else is there to say?" Five responded

When he was out of sight of his siblings he once again noticed how his suit didn't fit him properly anymore. He needed to change. Flashing upstairs he looked in the closets of his siblings but was met with academy uniform after academy uniform. Reluctantly, he took an academy uniform from Klaus' closet since it looked like it would fit best and put it on. He stared at himself in the mirror for a bit before deciding to head back downstairs.

Making it back to the house, you looked around, and only felt faint traces of a disturbance. Maybe you were going crazy? Heading through the front door you looked around the foyer and some other rooms on the main floor and upper floors but found no one. Maybe they all got in an argument and left, it's not like they enjoyed being here anyway. Letting out a small sigh you made your way back downstairs to the parlor. Someone would probably show up soon enough. You stood in the doorway for a second and stared at the portrait above the fireplace. You had hated the painting at first, but you tolerated its presence after years of coexisting with it. Carefully, you made your way over to the fireplace and looked up at the portrait that loomed over you. It was nothing like him. No light in his eyes, no cocky smile on his face, no personality. Just an emotionless and unrealistic replication of who he was. You wanted him to come back.

As you stared at his portrait, Five had made his way downstairs and took in what had become of his home. As he approached the parlor he saw a giant portrait of him on the wall and below it stood a familiar figure. Five stopped in his tracks and his heart began to race. This was his (Y/N). Five readjusted his jacket and tie and took in a breath before slowly starting to walk over to you. Hearing footsteps behind you, you stopped looking at the painting and turned to look where they came from. Seeing the figure before you, your eyes went wide with shock as the world around felt like it was slowing down. Carefully, you moved forward towards him almost as if in a trance, worried that if you moved too fast he would vanish. You extended your hand out and Five moved to meet you in the middle. When the two of you were close enough your fingertips lightly brushed his cheek, but you quickly pulled back, shocked by the feeling of something there.

"I think I'm hallucinating again," you whisper

Five reaches out and gently grabs the hand you had retracted. Bringing it closer to him he places it on top of his heart, holding your hand there. You can feel his heart beating rapidly beneath your hand as your own started to catch up to match his. You looked up at his face and gazed into his eyes. Tears prick your own as you softly ask,

"Five?"

Five smiled at you as he looked upon your face. You were so beautiful. Not that you weren't in the 60s but the way you looked at him now was different. It was soft and welcoming and felt like it was only for him. Leaning in just a little closer Five whispered to you,

"I'm here."

You let out a small gasp. He was here. This was real. Flinging your arms around him you held him tightly as Five wrapped his arms around to hold you back. No wonder his other self was so protective, who would ever want to let this go? You looked up at Five. A question had loomed on your mind ever since the day he vanished and you had to know the answer.

"Are you still mad at me?" You questioned nervously

Five saw the nervous look on your face. He knew that you had wondered if he was mad at you for a while. It was one of the last things you had said to him before you...died. Five took your face into his hands. Looking gently into your eyes he answered,

"I was never mad at you, to begin with. I was mad at my dad and one of my biggest regrets will always be taking that out on you and then leaving you all alone."

With his response, a weight fell off your shoulders. For so long you had thought you were the one that drove him away. You thought he was mad at you all this time, but to know that wasn't the case made you feel so much better.

"So you didn't purposely stay away?" You asked

"No, how could I ever choose to be away from my best friend?" Five added

You looked off to the side as best as you could, given that your face was held between his hands, and hoped that he didn't notice the blush rising to your cheeks.

"I don't know, but I missed you." You mumbled

Five took his hands from your face and hugged you once more responding,

"I missed you too. Not a day went by when I didn't."

You smiled knowing that Five had missed you as much as you missed him. Day after day, month after month, year after year, you thought of him as you waited for him to come back. And now here he was before you telling you he felt the same way. It was all that you needed to hear. Well...there were other things you wanted to hear but those were more so desires than necessities. You were just happy to have him back.

"Pull that shit again and I'll kill you." You joke as you give him a small shove away

"I promise I won't." Five replies with a smirk "Although I don't think you would kill me anyway."

"Perhaps." You respond

Five threw his hands into the pockets of his academy shorts and looked at you.

"Care to walk and talk around the house?" Five offered

"Of course. Would you like me to turn invisible so you look insane for old times sake?"

"I already look insane in this uniform." Five joked

"You always did. C'mon, let's go." You say extending your hand towards him

Five looks at your hand, almost hesitant to take it because none of this felt real. Even though he had been around you not too long ago back in the 60s, this truly was different. This version of you hadn't seen him since the day he left. Unlike prior you who had experienced being around him, you had waited every day for his return. There was an excitement and awe that he got from you this time around that made him nervous. As Five thought more about the situation before him he froze up. As much as he trusted you when you said that you loved him the way he loved you Five still couldn't help but wonder if his other self just had better circumstances. He still worried that maybe that version really was just lucky. Five didn't want to get this wrong, but nevertheless, he took your hand. Fingers intertwining, there was electricity you both felt but would not tell the other.

With a smile, you started to walk around the house as you had done many times before, both of you trying your best to catch the other up. The conversation came easy as if the two of you were never separated. Five took in the sights of his old home. Nothing had really changed since he left, minus the small presence you had created. There was a newer piano in the parlor and you had shown off your wonderful room to him. He remembered your description of it from your diary and how you changed it from being Diego's to yours but it was even better in person. As you two exited your room Five looked down the hall at a shut door. It was his room. Five made his way there and you followed behind. Carefully, he opened the door to it and stepped inside. Once more you followed behind and thinking that the sight of his childhood room might be tough for him, you shut the door.

As you shut the door though Allison who had been heading to her room happened to pass by and noticed the two of you in there. Something about you two being together again reignited the feelings of her youth. She remembered the times when you and she had traded secrets about your crushes. The gossip in her immediately needed to tell someone else. Turning back around she went downstairs and noticed the rest of her siblings in the parlor again. Approaching them all she said,

"I don't want to alert anyone but Five and (Y/N) went into Five's room and shut the door."

"WHAT?!" Diego shouted as he angrily turned to face her

"Oooh, juicy," Klaus commented "I remember being 18 and hormonal. Horniness levels are through the roof, I mean-"

"NOT ON MY WATCH!" Diego yelled cutting Klaus off

There was no way his baby sister was going to be in a room with a boy alone. Especially not with the boy who had left her alone and broke her heart. What was he going to do? Break it again? Not if he had anything to say about it. With his fists clenched tight Diego started to march his way out of the parlor. He was going to protect his little tiny princess, but as he attempted to go, Luther, with his superior strength, held him back.

"Let me go, Luther!" Diego yelled

"We shouldn't just barge in there Diego." Luther criticizes

"That's MY little sister!" Diego retorts

"There are better ways of approaching this," Luther replies

"I want to know what's going on though..." Vanya comments

"Me too," Allison adds

As the group stands around debating Ben leans over to Klaus and says,

"Klaus."

"What do you want?" Klaus replies annoyed

"Is that camera we bought as kids still in Five's room?" Ben asks

"Yeah, we never took it out. Why?"

"The tablet to watch the video feed on is in my closet." Ben states

Klaus looks at him confused for a second before realizing what Ben meant. Getting excited Klaus exclaims,

"Guys! Guys!"

The rest of the group looks over to him confused and with all of their attention grabbed Klaus continues,

"The video camera we got as kids is still in Five's room and the tablet is in Ben's closet!"

"Do you think it still even works?" Allison questions

"It's worth a try," Luther says

The group looks at each other before silently nodding in agreement. Together they head up to Ben's room and search for the tablet in his closet. Finding it they turn on the switch and to their surprise, it works. The picture quality was not as great as they remember but clear enough that they all can see what is going on. As they all stand over the tablet Diego says annoyed,

"Alright Five, what are you hiding from me."

"From us." Luther corrects

The two brothers glare at each other before turning their attention back to the tablet and the two of you in Five's room. Five stepped into his room quietly taking in the surroundings. Nothing had changed, it was as if his room was frozen in time. As he looks around you slowly approach his side. Standing next to him you looked around the room as well and comment,

"It's an odd feeling. Knowing that time has passed but everything looks the same."

Five looks towards you. Of course, you knew the feeling he was going through.

"No worries though, we'll get you everything you need to make this place feel like home again." You mention

"I already have everything I need to feel at home." Five replies, his hand holding yours just a little tighter

Five gazes in your direction but as he does so he notices something behind you. Letting go of your hand he steps around you curious and makes his way over to his desk. Looking down at the object placed there he realized that it's the radio he had taken from Allison all those years ago. Confused as to what he was looking at you followed him towards the desk and saw the radio.

"I can't believe it's still here after all this time." Five comments

"Well we never gave it back and I'm guessing nobody wanted to come take it after..." You mention trailing off

"Yeah..." Five replies before questioning "I wonder if it still works?"

You shrugged your shoulders and gestured to the old electronic encouraging him to see if it worked. Leaning down Five plugs in the old radio before pressing the on button. The sound of static blasts loudly through the speakers causing both of you to flinch back a little in shock. After a moment Five started to turn the knob to tune the radio, searching through for a station that was clear. Soon the static started to fade and in its place music could be heard.

As the camera continues to spy on the two of you, the rest of the Hargreeves siblings watch what goes on from Ben's room. Seeing the working radio Allison exclaims,

"Hey, it's my radio! I never got it back!"

"Allison, it's been years and still no one cares about your radio." Klaus comments "We want to know what's up with Five and (Y/N)."

Allison lets out a huff and crosses her arms. Just because it was old and she hadn't been in possession of it or thought about it for years didn't mean it wasn't hers. Even with her pouting, the siblings continued to observe. As they did so Diego aggressively says,

"Alright Five what shit are you going to pull now?"

"I don't think he's going to do anything." Vanya comments "I mean there's nothing wrong with them being happy."

Back in Five's room, music flowed through the air as Five leaned against the edge of his desk, watching you look around the place. He was absolutely enthralled by you. The most mundane of things seemed extravagant just because you were there with him. A wide smile appeared on his face as he remembered a similar time he had spent with you. You took in the room silently as the upbeat music played. It had been a bit since you'd last been in Five's room, but for the first time in a while it felt warm and bright again. Looking over your shoulder you looked back towards Five and noticed the smile on his face.

"What?" You questioned

"Nothing." Five replied with a shake of his head

"Nothing? The mind of Five Hargreeves is completely empty?" You joke sarcastically "This is something I'd expect from your brothers, not you."

Five rolled his eyes at you but he missed your quick wit. No one at the commission could keep up with him like you could. As you walked back over to him, Five could see the look on your face waiting for him to elaborate.

"I was just thinking-" Five starts to explain before being cut off

"Ah, so you were thinking!" You comment back

"Yes." Five replies letting out a small laugh "I was thinking about how this reminds me of our friendiversary a bit."

"Yeah, kind of, minus the food and flowers." You reply

You were right, there was no food and flowers. How could he even think to compare the two times when this time wasn't as perfect? Quickly standing up from the desk, Five starts to make his way over to the door as he states worried,

"Do you want food and flowers?"

Reaching out, you grab his hand preventing him from going any further. Stopping in his tracks he looks back towards you confused at your action. Gently, you pull his hand back towards you, causing him to come back close to you. With his hand still in yours, Five asks confused,

"Do you not want food and flowers?"

"No, Five." You replied with a smile "I just want you."

For a moment, Five could feel his heart stop. Although his expression seemed calm and collected, internally he had no clue what to do. He was so preoccupied trying to figure out how to get back to 2019 so he could stop the apocalypse that he never stopped to think fully about what would happen when he actually did so. And it wasn't until he met himself that he even found out being a teenager again was a possibility. This was the most unprepared he had ever been and the nerves he felt on your friendiversary were nothing compared to the nerves he felt now. If you didn't want food or flowers then what could he do? And then from the radio, he heard the voice of the announcer,

"This is Arlo Vegas with 103.5 WKTU. I hope that even with all the doom and gloom outside today everyone can stay high and dry. Up next, a throwback to 2017 this is Adore by Dean Lewis."

I'm just gonna stand with my bag hanging off my left arm I'm just gonna walk home kicking stones at parked cars But I had a great night, 'cause you kept rubbing against my arm So I'm just gonna stand with my bag hanging off my left arm

Five looked towards the radio as the sound of a soft guitar slowly playing and the lyrics of the song enveloped the room. As the music played he remembered the part of your friendiversary that he could never forget. He remembered how the two of you danced that night and the joy he felt in that moment. Looking back towards you he nervously asked,

"Would you like to dance...with me?"

"I'd love to." You replied longingly

Five guided you the few steps towards the center of his room taking a quiet breath as he tried to calm his nerves. How did he do this so easily as a child? Oh right, he didn't realize he was in love with you then. Turning back to face you he saw as your eyes lit up and your smile widened. So much for breathing when you took his breath away so easily. Gently, he took one of your hands in his as he wrapped his other arm around your waist. You wrapped your free arm around his neck as the two of you slowly started to dance to the music.

Get me a drink, I get drunk off one sip, just so I can adore you I want the entire street out of town just so I can be alone with you Now go when you're ready My head's getting heavy, pressed against your arm I adore you

"So is this what your prom was like last week?" Five asked

You looked up towards him slightly confused. How did he know about your prom? It took you a second to remember but you then recalled that he had come from the future so he had to have found out about it somehow. You recalled your prom only a week ago, it was fun to be with your friends but it was definitely not the same experience as dancing with Five. With a slight chuckle, you answer.

"No, it was not like this."

"Oh, why not?" Five questions

"Well dancing with you is quite different than dancing with Dean, because neither of us had dates and we pitied each other." You explained

"I wish I could've come a week earlier then. I would've saved you the pity by dancing with your brother." Five joked

"Wow, okay." You laughed

"I'm joking." Five explained, his expression softening as he added "I'd never pass up a chance to dance with you."

"Neither would I." you replied quietly

All of my money is spent on these nights, just so we can hang out Spacing in and out of your dresses, I wanna be found by you Found by you

As the two of you swayed you couldn't help but rest your head against his chest. A small smile appeared on your face as you closed your eyes and comfortably melted into the moment. Unconsciously, you started to stroke the hair at the back of his head casing Five to lean into your touch. It was so gentle and soft. Five could feel his heart start to pick up its pace. He hoped that you couldn't hear so because he had no clue how he would explain it to you. Granted, he knew all the words he wanted to say to you but he didn't know if he'd even be able to get them out.

As your head rested on top of him a thought came to your mind. It was something that you hadn't done in a while and something you had desired to do. Lifting your head up, you look towards Five who looks back down towards you. Had he done something wrong? Did you hear how fast his heart was beating? Quietly you ask,

"Will you spin me?"

Relief washes over Five's system as he gives you a soft smile.

"Of course I will," He replies

Slightly breaking away from you he helps to twirl you around, the smile on your face filling his heart to the point he felt it was going to burst. Your laughter filled the room as you enjoyed your time with your best friend. You couldn't think of anything to make the moment better. Five spins you back in towards him before spinning you out once more. As you spin out quickly your grip on his hand slips and you start to fall back. Quickly, Five flashes over and catches you. His arms wrapped tightly around your waist as yours find their way around his neck.

She kicks the gutter in tight shorts, basketball courts Watch me, watch her talk to boys I'm known as a right-hand slugger Anybody else wanna touch my lover?

The two of you look at each other both trying to catch your slight breaths from the burst of adrenaline that just occurred.

"I told you I wasn't going to let you fall." Five comments

It was too late for that though. You had fallen for him years ago in a situation exactly like this one. There was something different about it this time, an energy you had never felt before. Your eyes were still locked on each other he slowly brought you back up. The soft bridge of the song played in the back but all either of you could hear was the beating of your own hearts. Wrapped up tightly in each other's arms there was no space between the two of you. Each of you wanted to say so many things, wanted to shout the thoughts that raced in your mind, the ones you always had, but no words came out. As Five stood there with you in his arms he finally started to understand what you meant back in the 60s when you said the pieces would fall into place. Everything about this moment felt right like it was meant to be. Like he was meant to be here with you. As you continued to look into each other's eyes there was a magnetism that pulled you closer. Your faces inched closer as the space between you lessened more and more. For a moment you both wondered if you were dreaming but no, this was real. You were here with each other. And as the climax of the final verse hit, your eyes closed as your lips gently pressed against each other.

Tenderly, you both expressed everything you wanted to tell the other without saying any words at all. The years of pining and longing to be reunited had finally culminated into something beautiful. Something you both had desired for a very long time. The world around you faded away leaving only the two of you and your newly acknowledged love for each other. Removing his arms from your waist he took your face in his hands, pulling you closer and deepening the kiss. He never wanted to leave this moment. This was all he ever wanted, this is what he survived and fought for and now to have it? It felt unreal to him. But it was real. He had you, and you had him, and nothing would ever take that away now.

I adore you

Neither of you wanted to be the first to part from the kiss but as the final lyric of the song ended the two of you slowly separated. With eyes still closed, you rested your foreheads against each other, relishing in the beautiful moment. As Five held you close, he knew he needed to tell you something. Even if he had expressed it in his kiss to you, he wanted to verbalize it, to make it know and make it real. Moving one of his hands from your cheek to your chin, he tilted your face up to look at him. As he gazed into your eyes, with adoration in his voice, he whispered,

"I love you, (Y/N)."

You could feel your stomach flutter with butterflies as you processed his words. There was nothing you wanted to hear more than those words. Finally getting to express how you felt, you replied breathlessly,

"I love you too, Five. You know what this means now though."

"What?" Five questioned

"You can never leave me again." You answer

"I promise nothing will ever tear us apart again. Not people, not distance, not time, nothing."

The two of you looked at each other lovingly before leaning in for another kiss. As you did so the siblings in the other room saw everything.

"Awww," Vanya said as she placed a hand over her heart

"They're so cute!" Allison exclaimed

"They are not!" Diego remarks angrily as he tries to make his way to the door "I'm going to go in there and stop him."

"Luther, stop him." Allison requests

Doing as she says, Luther wraps his arms around Diego from behind and picks him off the ground. Kicking his legs and wriggling around, Diego fights like a child trying to escape Luther's grasp.

"That is my little princess! I need to put a stop to this!" Diego complains

"She is 18, you need to let her live her life," Allison replies

"Not with him! The one who ruined it." Diego retorts

"I don't think she sees it that way," Vanya interjects

As the other siblings argue with Diego, Ben leans over to Klaus and states,

"If I was alive you would owe me $20 bucks right now. I told you they'd come back and get together before Allison and Luther would."

"Oh, shut up," Klaus replies

The rest of the group looks over to Klaus before looking back at the still flailing Diego.

"Klaus makes a good point. You need to drop this and shut up Diego." Allison states

"I will not!" Diego replies back

"If you don't calm down, drop the issue, and let them be happy I will rumor you into doing so." Allison threatens

It takes a moment but Diego soon stops his fighting. He was not going to be rumored into ignoring the situation but for now, he would put it off. Letting out a huff, Diego relents,

"Fine."

"Good, now let's shut down this camera and just leave them be. We can talk to them later." Luther commands as he puts Diego back down

And so as the siblings tried to quietly file out of Ben's room and go off to do other things, this version of Five and you stayed happily together ready to take on whatever the future threw at them.

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