#I put a normal piece of paper there at first but that wasn't good enough

[buckysegan]

With all my gratitude, hope and returned adoration - Part Two

Summary: John writes back to his friend from home and we hear from our friend across the way. John x She. Word Count: 1.2k. A/N: we are def rolling with some historical inaccuracies in regards to letters here but sue me. he deserves it. pstttt also should we name her? do you all want to send me random john prompts. my baby isn't ok and i'm not ok. Part one linked here. Part three linked here.

John was sure he wasn't sweating a normal amount as he looked down at the piece of paper that Buck had offered him. It had taken two whole days of questions from the man for Bucky to even decide that he was going to reply. He’d been offered the hope, what more could he ask of her. Could he ask more? There had been a return address on the letter which Buck had insisted was there for a reason and she had opened herself out for a reply from him but the Major couldn’t help but be unsure.

It was an odd feeling for him, before the war he hadn't been unsure of anything and since he’d been here? Well he hadn’t been sober enough to doubt anything that he had done. These days though Bucky felt like he doubted every single thing. The thing was, he wasn't sure that he could afford to doubt this, to look past the life line that had been offered to him. Not when each day he could feel his mind draw a little further toward the edge no matter how much he or Buck tried to keep it in check.

With a sigh he pulled the pen into his hand, eyes locked on the page for a moment before he began to scrawl.

Dear Friend From Home 

You’re gunna have to forgive me because I ain’t going to be as good as this as you are. I’ve written so many letters this war you would think that I’d have gotten a handle on it by now but I find myself at a loss when it comes to what to say to you. 

I think the first thing I got to say is thank you. I don’t know if the words I can put on paper are ever going to really tell you how much your letter meant to me. See I was a certain type of man that didn’t think much to pen pals. I figured that I’d be ok, you know, that with my boys I’d have what I needed to make it through the hard days but watching the letters for everyone else roll in has been harder than I thought it might. 

There are things that I can’t tell you cause I don’t know who might read these letters, and where I am I can’t get you no picture but I can tell you that my favorite dish is a meat and potato pie, simple I know but really I’m a simple hearty kind of guy. What makes me laugh, you asked? That’s kind of simple for me too, just good company, myself sometimes, Buck, he’s my best friend, he makes me laugh a lot. What makes you laugh? I’d like to know that. 

May I know where you are? I know that might be a big ask but you said I could ask anything I know and if I get out of here…we get some leave, I’d like to know where I need to ask for me leave to be. Then I can show you what I sound and look like and know that in return. 

If this letter doesn’t reach you for a while, know you’ve been with me the whole time. 

With all my gratitude, hope and returned adoration

Major John Egan 

“What if she doesn’t get it?” He found himself questioning quietly to Buck as he handed over the letter to make it out of camp. His best friend settled him with a soft look, one that always made Bucky feel like he had some worldly knowledge the rest of them had missed out on, that assured him everything was going to be alright. “You just gotta have hope she will John, she’ll get it.” 

With a huff Bucky nodded, pulling his hat on as he watched his letter vanish from his view all together. “Alright well I can’t sit here and wonder, I’m off to play baseball or something.”

The letter that Bucky had so carefully handed over changed hands many more times, some fingers as rough as the pilots, some dirtier, some softer, but the last set of fingers to slide the letter from her post box had perfectly manicured fingers. Her flicking of her post was greedy as she looked for the same thing that she had every day since she’d posted her own letter.

At first, her hopes of finding what she was looking for had been unrealistic; she knew that, it hadn’t even been long enough for her letter to be received, let alone for him to get one back to her, then the other girls at the centre, they’d gotten letters back, notes, anything. That was when she had allowed her hope to return, for a moment at least. Days without anything had turned into weeks and then weeks had turned into months. Anything could have happened, that was what she tried to tell herself, he might not have gotten her letter, he might have thought it was weird and had chosen not to reply. That thought was enough to miff her, he could have at least said thank you. When she had decided no one could be that mean, her diminishing hope had turned to worry, what if he hadn't been able to receive her letter.

Flicking through each white envelope today, she almost missed it, how she didn't know because it was clearly different from the rest of them, maybe she hadn't wanted to look. "Not…" Trailing off she flicked back to the second to last letter, her eyes taking in the scrawling of her address, her eyes checking the postage before she was taring inside. "It's here, he wrote it's here." She called through the halls to the other girls that she lived with, all of which had been holding their breath with her. "Oh god I can't read it, what if he's telling me I was weird!" She cried, thrusting the unopened letter into the hands of her eager friend.

"Don't be dramatic, he's going to be throwing down his gratitude at you being a doll, you should have attached a picture with it I told you!" Meg beamed easily back at her, the same sense of reservation missing from her actions as she tore into the letter so that it could be read to the group. "Dear Friend From Home. You’re gunna have to forgive me because I ain’t going to be as good as this as you are. I’ve written so many letters this war you would think that I’d have gotten a handle on it by now but I find myself at a loss when it comes to what to say to you." That was enough, pulling the letter from Megs hands she was quick to scramble away from the group once more, locking herself into her room as re-read the opening line herself, the tears in her eyes only welling even further as she continued.

An ache in her chest formed as she read the words once more, taking in each strike of his pen where he had corrected himself or smudge from whatever he'd had on his fingers. The state of the letter was enough to make her wonder, but at least for now, she knew her friend was ok. He was alive, and he wanted to hear more from her. It couldn't have been normal, to feel this level of emotion for a man that she had never met, but she had found herself here regardless and in the middle of so much uncertainty, she wasn't going to question the pull she felt across the way to England.

Pushing from her bed she moved to her desk, paper pulled from her stationary pot, the quicker she could post this the quicker it could get to him.

"Dear Major Egan,

I'm delighted to hear I'm with you. I hope you know, that you've been with me too…"

#john egan x reader #john egan #master of the air #mota #mota drabble #callum turner #bucky egan

[sebuckyverse]

for a good time, call [2]

modern!rockstar!eddie munson x fem!reader

series summary: Eddie Munson is a burnt out rockstar, touring the country. When he finds a phone number written on a bathroom wall, he strikes an unusual friendship with a coffee shop barista who has no idea who he is.

warnings: 18+ cussing, m!masturbation, eddie jerks off, smoking, flirting, pining kinda, a cliffhanger, strangers to friends to lovers word count: 3,3k

an: part 2 guys! i hope you like it. don't forget to reblog or leave a comment :p don't come at me for the ending x_x ps! some of you couldn't be tagged :( say hi to Robin's lover @ceriseheaven

chapter one ♫ masterlist

chapter two ♫♪♩·..·

Eddie woke up to his phone buzzing continuously on his nightstand. Blinking the sleep away from his eyes, he reaches over to grab the device, the blue light far too bright for how early it still was, the digits on his homescreen reading 6.14am. He had three missed calls from his manager and two from his drummer. Eddie sat up on the bed and begrudgingly called his manager back.

''Where the hell are you, Munson?'' his manager, James, heckled.

''Good morning to you too,'' Eddie yawned.

''We had agreed to a meeting 15 minutes ago.''

Oh, Eddie remembered. It would be a lie to say he accidentally forgot to set an alarm. Who holds meetings this early anyway. ''Look man, I overslept. I'm tired and I don't want to meet. You can say whatever you want, right here.''

James huffed and puffed on the other side, before relenting. ''Ed, we need to discuss the future. Tour's about to end and we need to announce something sooner or later.''

Eddie could feel his nostrils flare. ''There is nothing to announce. Every normal artist takes a break after a big tour.''

''Well, you're not exactly normal, Eddie.'' Ouch, Eddie has a quick flashback to his high school days. ''Besides, you signed a contract with management for 60 shows this year. We're only half way there. That means, you need to do more shows later in the year.''

''I'm not doing shit. I'm burnt the fuck out, I need a break.'' Eddie bit back, his other fist clenched on his side.

''That sucks, but this is the business. You can take a break after you fulfill your contract, that was the deal and you know that. I'll have the team send out an announcement that the tour is extended.''

Eddie felt helpless, driven to a corner. He knew the contract he signed and the penalties that come with it if he broke it. That's not something he thought about when he put his signature on the paper - this was his dream, what he was born to do. The more time passed, the more bits and pieces of him went missing. Everybody wanted something, needed something from him. No one thought about what Eddie might need. If he was tired, he was being offered drugs to vamp up his system, get him going again. If he was lonely, there was a line of girls (and guys) outside his dressing room. He indulged in it for a while, but soon that wasn't enough either.

''Whatever, man.'' Eddie hung up the phone and stared at the screen, the light illuminating his sunken eyes, the heavy bags under his eyes. Almost in a haze, Eddie found himself searching up Wayne's number from his contacts and clicking call. The line rang a few times until it clicked. It was silent at first, until Eddie heard the distinctly gruff voice of his uncle, instantly filling him with warmth and the obvious guilt.

''Ed? That you?'' Wayne's voice was low, like he had just woken up which might have been the case, Eddie didn't even think about what time it was in Indiana.

''Y-yeah. Shit, I'm sorry, I-I didn't think about the time difference. Fuck you were probably sleeping, shit, we can talk later, I can-'' Eddie was rambling, embarrassed. It was awkward, he hadn't spoken to his uncle in months.

''Stop, stop. It's fine. Are you all right?'' Wayne interrupted before his nephew ended the call, losing him again.

''Yeah, of course.'' Eddie lied, and Wayne knew that but he didn't want to push too much. ''J-just wanted to check in, I guess.''

''Have you been getting my messages?''

''I have, yeah. Been busy, you know...'' Eddie replied quietly, his voice shaking. He wanted to explode, tell Wayne everything, he would know what to do. He always did. But Eddie wasn't ready to hear the truth yet.

''Are you sure you're alright, son? You don't sound like yourself.''

Eddie panicked. ''Yeah, definitely. Living the dream, eh? Look I, um, have to go. It was good to hear your voice though.''

''Ed, don't hang up-''

''Talk to you soon, bye!'' Eddie hung up the call and let the phone drop from his hands like it had burnt him. He walked over to the minibar and fetched a mini size tequila, downing it in one go, hoping the burn in his throat would distract him from the ache in his heart.

.•♫•♬•

It had been a fairly quiet day at work so far. Robin was currently attending to customers, taking their orders while you were sweeping tables and cleaning up the empty coffee cups, bringing them to the back and loading them into the dishwasher. It was only the two of you at the café today.

Robin joined you in the back, keeping an eye out for the front as well. ''Hey, I have a favor to ask.''

''Shoot,'' you shot back where you were arranging the cups in the machine.

''I was wondering if you could close by yourself today. Cherry's taking me to a concert today. It's a few hours away and we might be late if we don't leave sooner.'' Robin looked at you with pleading eyes. Normally, you wouldn't agree so easily, but considering the lack of business today, you figured it wouldn't be too much hassle. Cherry was Robin's... friend. They've really hit it off since meeting at the bar four days ago and to her credit, she did drag both of your asses home that night, so bonus points for that. It probably won't be too long until one of them gets on with it to make it official. From what you've heard from Robin, Cherry is super fun, adventurous, funny and can't keep her hands to herself, which you could've lived without knowing to be honest.

''Ooh, is this your first proper date?'' you smirk, getting up and leaning against the machine.

Robin's cheeks flush pink. ''Yes. I'm really excited!''

''Hmm. Of course you can go, I can finish up here myself. Next time you have to introduce us though, I mean properly. When I'm not wasted.''

''Thank you! I will!'' Robin pulls you into a crushing hug, smacking a kiss to your forehead.

''What concert are you going to, anyway?'' you ask when she pulls away to gather her things, ripping her apron off.

''I actually don't know, it's some rock or metal concert. Not my style, you know that.''

''Well, have fun!'' you shout after her, watching her leave through the back door. Thankfully it was only an hour 'til closing time, so you made your way back to the front and kept yourself busy until then. At one point, your phone vibrated with a new message in your pocket. You were surprised to see it was from your new friend with a fake name, Kirk.

06.37pm - Kirk ''Hi. How are you?''

06.38pm - Kiwi ''I'm good, thanks. What about you?''

06.38pm - Kirk ''I'm fine. Sorry I've been MIA, it's work.''

06.38pm - Kiwi ''That's okay :) What do you do anyway?''

It takes a couple of minutes for him to reply, making you wonder if you didn't scare him off somehow. That didn't seem like too personal of a question, you thought.

06.42pm - Kirk ''I work in entertainment.''

Well that was vague, that could mean anything.

06.42pm - Kiwi ''Are you a porn star? I've always wanted to meet one, I have so many questions.''

06.43pm - Kirk ''Not that kind of entertainment, sorry. What kind of questions though?''

06.44pm - Kiwi ''I'd rather not say. Do you enjoy what you do, though?''

06.46pm - Kirk ''I used to.''

06.47pm - Kiwi ''What changed?''

06.48pm - Kirk ''A lot of things, some that I wasn't prepared for.''

06.49pm - Kirk ''Listen, I have to go. It's work. I'll text you again in a few hours?''

06.50pm - Kiwi ''Sure.''

.•♫•♬•

Eddie was sitting in a car after the show, going back to the hotel. His hands were still clammy for playing guitar for 1,5 hours and his hair was sticking to his face. His eyes were closed as he focused on the motion of the vehicle moving. It didn't take long until he reached the hotel where he would be staying for tonight and climbed out, dragging his duffel bag over his tense shoulder and sauntered to the front desk.

Filling in his contact info, the brunette behind the counter batting his eyelashes when handing him his room card. ''Room 412, mr. Munson. If you need anything, don't hesitate to ask.''

Eddie gave the girl a tight lipped smile and grabbed his key card. ''Thank you.''

As he was standing in the elevator, he thought about how the girl at the front desk was basically offering herself to him yet it made him feel nothing. It was a scary thought. Was he this far gone? He couldn't remember the last time he had sex, or jacked off. The exact same time the elevator dinged when reaching his floor, like a lightbulb going off, Eddie realized that the only positive feelings or thoughts he's had in months, have come from interacting with you.

Reaching his room, Eddie threw his bag next to the door and kicked off his boots. He shrugged off his clothes, a trail of fabrics leading from he door to the bathroom. He took a quick shower and strolled to his bed, plopping onto the fresh sheets butt naked and dug through his jeans for a pack of cigarettes, fumbling around until the found the singular joint he had stuffed in with the regular smokes. He lit the joint and took a slow drag, humming to the familiar tangy taste, letting the effects of the drug engulf his overused brain.

Eddie sat on the bed in complete silence, eyes closed. He could only hear the water dripping from his shower. Opening his eyes, he didn’t have to cast a look down to see that he was hard, stiff cock nestled against the tiny pudge of his stomach. Which was to be expected, getting high always made him horny. It’s why he’s cut back recently too, horny or not, he just wasn’t interested in fucking random people anymore and his fist wasn’t doing it for him either.

Right now, however, he couldn’t ignore the ache in his groin. With a sigh, Eddie dropped on his back, feet anchored to the carpeted floor. Wrapping a tentative fist around himself, he gave a couple tugs to test the waters. It sent shivers down his spine, so he continued. Letting go for a moment to spit into his palm, Eddie pumped himself harder, squeezing at the base then running his thumb over the slit, rubbing his pre-cum over the head. His chest was heaving, eyes shut as sparks of pleasure washed over him. He moaned into the silence as the pressure in his belly became too much too quick and sparks soared into a flame as he came all over his fist and abdomen, thick thighs shaking in the process.

.•♫•♬•

You were now back at your apartment, scanning the cupboards for the forgotten pack of Oreos you know you had somewhere. Cursing under your breath, you settled on a glass of white wine and made your way back to your bathroom where the steaming bubblebath was waiting for you to jump in. You set your glass on the closed toilet seat where you could reach it and dropped your towel to climb in the water. You relaxed your head against the edge, your hair held up high and hummed along to the music you set up from your speaker.

It took about ten minutes before your phone dinged with a new message. At this hour, there was only one person who would be texting you - unless it was Robin with an emergency. But it wasn’t her.

01.12am - Kirk “Hey, you still up?”

01.12am - Kiwi “Yep, I’m taking a bath.”

01.13am - Kirk “This late?”

01.14am - Kiwi “I do it all the time when I don’t work the next day. It’s a routine.”

01.14am - Kirk “That’s cool. How was your day?”

01.14am - Kiwi “Slow, you?”

“01.15am - Kirk “Hectic. What do you do for work, by the way?”

01.15am - Kiwi “I’m a barista at a coffee shop.”

01.15am - Kirk “Make a mean espresso then?”

01.15am - Kiwi “Oh yeah, you should try it.”

The wine was making you a bit more forward than usual. He didn’t seem to mind, though.

01.16am - Kirk “Would love to. Tell me something about yourself.”

01.16am - Kiwi “Like what?”

01.17am - Kirk “Anything.”

You thought about it for a moment, almost dropping your phone in the water as the steamy air made your hands clammy.

01.19am - Kiwi “I’m an Aquarius, my favorite fruit is kiwi (surprising I’m sure) and my chosen past time is readying smutty books. Your turn!”

01.20am - Kirk “I was raised by my uncle and I love reading too, but I’m too scared to ask what smutty means.”

01.20am - Kiwi “Don’t even worry about it. Raised by your uncle, he sounds like a great man.”

01.21am - Kirk “He is. Where do you live?”

01.22am - Kiwi “Not sure I should be telling a stranger.”

01.22am - Kirk “I thought we were friends? :(“

01.23am - Kiwi “Fine, but don’t come kidnapping me. I live in New York.”

01.24am - Kirk “Despite my kidnapper look, I’m more of a wine and dine guy.”

01.25am - Kiwi “I might be into the kidnapper look.”

Oh shit, was that too forward?

01.27am - Kirk “Really? People used to call me horrible names because of my look.”

01.28am - Kiwi “I’m sorry, what did they call you? No pressure.”

01.28am - Kirk “Mostly just freak.”

01.29am - Kiwi “Well, I like freaky, so..”

01.30am - Kirk “I might have to test that.”

You were surprised how easily you fell into flirting with a complete stranger to be honest. You kept switching between talking about random stuff and flirting. You learned that he was kind of a nerd in high school, he used to play some board game you didn’t know and he confessed that his favorite band is Metallica (didn’t take a genius to figure that out). You told him about your childhood cat that went missing one night, how you started your job as a barista and what your favorite cocktail is. You thought about asking him about calling instead, as texting was pretty tiring but decided to leave that for another time.

You came out of your bubble when you noticed the water had gone cold, your wine glass sitting empty on the tile next to the tub. You wished Eddie a good night and promised to text him tomorrow. You quickly dried off, chuckling at your wrinkly fingers and toes and put on a pair of comfortable panties, jumping under the covers. Your eyes were at half mast but the sleep didn’t come yet. You were still thinking about Kirk, rubbing your thighs together simply at the memory of him. This hole thing was so unusual, you knew some things about him now, but had no idea what he looked like or what his real name was. You had a picture in your head, but it was vague. You didn’t imagine his face or his body, but more his aura, his energy. It might sound extremely naïve, but he gave off good vibes and he made you feel nice. As you finally drifted off to sleep, it was to the thoughts of him only.

When you woke up the next morning, the skies were gray and rain was tapping against your windows. That turned your original plans of taking a walk later today upside down. You checked the time on your phone, where it read nearly 11am with a good morning text.

09.16am - Kirk ''Good morning, I hope you have a good day. Let me know what you get up to :)''

You'd text him back later, as the grumbling of your stomach was a more pressing issue at the moment.

Once you were stuffed full of eggs, bacon and a glass of apple juice, you decided to do some fall shopping. You visited your go-to stores and ended your day in your favorite bookstore, sitting in the small café area sipping chamomile tea and taking a bite out of a chocolate croissant. Then you remembered you had an unanswered text.

2.14pm - Kiwi ''Hey, sorry for the late reply. Promise I didn't forget you!''

2.18pm - Kirk ''Good, I was starting to get worried.''

2.19pm - Kiwi ''Why, you miss me already? 😉''

2.20pm - Kirk ''Yes.''

You swallowed thickly at his admission. It was weird that he missed you, you didn't even know each other's names. It was weird that you were unashamedly flirted with him. It was weird, because you didn't mind it all. And it was definitely weird, that your tummy fluttered. You blamed it on the tea.

2.22pm - Kirk ''I'm sorry if that freaked you out. I like talking to you, a lot.''

2.23pm - Kiwi ''Don't apologize, I like talking to you, too. What would you think about calling?''

.•♫•♬•

Eddie knew this would come eventually, he had even thought about it himself. He was prepared for it, yet when the question came, he froze. He was rigid, like he was standing on cracked ice and he might fall in any second. He'd just come back from a radio interview, where he was grilled about any updates he might have. With a sour taste in his mouth and the fakest smile he could muster, he announced more tour dates and listed the name of cities they were going to play.

He'd grown more comfortable with you, texting you took his mind off everything else, it was something he was looking forward to more and more every day. He'd also be a liar if he said that you in a bathtub didn't spawn some inappropriate thoughts in his head. You seemed to enjoy his online company too. But what if you recognized him as soon as you heard his voice? Not that he was so presumptuous to assume everybody knew him or his music. What if you'd go googling his name? There are definitely things on there that he regrets doing, most of them even, and things that weren't true.

He was tempted to hear your voice, though. He chose to be honest.

2.30pm - Kirk ''I'm scared.''

2.30pm - Kiwi ''Of what? We don't have to, if you don't want.''

2.31pm - Kirk ''I do want to, really. I'm just kind of.. known.''

Eddie despised the word 'famous' or any other form of that.

2.32pm - Kiwi ''Are you famous?''

Cringe.

2.33pm - Kirk ''Kind of.''

2.35pm - Kiwi ''Are you scared that I might recognize you?''

2.36pm - Kirk ''Yes, I've done some things I'm not proud of.''

2.37pm - Kiwi ''I don't care about that. I know nothing about the celebrity world, so I probably wouldn't recognize you anyway (no offence).''

Eddie chuckled, he felt a bit better about this now.

2.38pm - Kirk ''None taken.''

2.40pm - Kirk ''Can I call you tonight?''

.•♫•♬•

You were lounging on your bed, legs crossed at the ankles with a new book you'd bought earlier sitting on your lap. You had been reading the same page for the last 15 minutes, your eyes sneaking looks at your phone, face down on the bed, taunting you. Thank God you didn't have to go to work tomorrow either, it was almost 2am.

You were waiting for his call. You figured you still had a few minutes to spare, putting your book down and swinging your legs over the side of your bed. Then the phone rang, your heart almost bursting out of your chest. You turned back and flipped your phone, seeing his fake name across the screen. You picked it up, the device vibrating violently.

''Hello?''

#eddie munson #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson x female reader #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson smut #rockstar!eddie munson #rockstar!eddie #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson fanfic #modern!eddie munson #modern!eddie #for a good time call

[sukibenders]

consolation

FEATURING: percy jackson x reader

summary: y/n has been cooped up in their cabin for days, only leaving to attend breakfast and lunch at their siblings' insistence. it's not that they mean to, it's just that their art is doing anything but coming together as of late and it's making them doubt their abilities. good thing for them that their fantastic boyfriend is there to save the day!

contents: soft!percy, cute couple moments, possibly some angst in regards to self doubt but mainly fluff in the end, references to passing of time, worried!percy, gn!reader, no stated cabin or godly parent but mentions of siblings, percy referring to you as 'babe'

note" this is my first actual piece of written work on here, and it seemed fitting that it would be pjo related. I'm so nervous about it, so please be kind and give this some love! it's stated that the reader is in an art slump, and that's for the sake of the plot behind this so sorry to all those who aren't interested in the arts or things like that!

You would say that it wasn't a normal occurrence for you to compare yourself to others to anyone who asked, but you yourself knew that that simply wasn't true and, in this moment, were being proved wrong as you stared at the messy array of art supplies circling around you--from crumbled papers of failed sketches to messy rags layered with dried paint. While the mess was contained to your side of your cabin, you were sure that your siblings cautious of just how long that would last.

Your appearance faired no better. Your camp shirt was littered is paint marks from sloppy movements of your hands, the orange holding more life to it than the fresh canvas in front of you. Three had laid crestfallen along the floor, thrown down carelessly during fits of frustration after another failed attempt tallied in your mind. Just when you thought things where going to go smoothly, fate had other plans and took another direction. Maybe this was a sign of the Gods punishing you, but for what? You couldn't figure out.

The more you stared at the blank canvas, at the mess around you, the more dishearted you felt. Your mind wandered to a group of kids that you had seen at the arts and crafts center last week, some Apollo campers you had assumed, albeit bitterly, when your eyes fell on their stunning art pieces making it hard for you to look away. They were so beautiful and held your attention longer than you'd hope to admit outloud. You had desired to master a similar affect with your own piece. That did not seem likely.

"But they did it so perfectly," you muttered to yourself (more like growled), hands gripping your paint brush tightly to the point where you were sure that the wood would snap under the force. "I'm sure they didn't have to go through all this." Your brows furrowed and you were just about to give up when a familiar voice spoke up.

"Man, it looks like a hurricane rolled through here." You looked up and were met with a pair of sea green eyes, of which held a mirth to them that only increased tenfold when they landed on you. "Maybe I should take you to seek shelter, just to be safe."

This caused you to snort. "Haha, very funny. I know that, if ever in a hurricane, to simply call out your name and you'll be there to save me, won't you?"

"Always!" A toothy grin broke out over Percy's face and it was almost enough to draw you back from your creativity haze. But when your eyes drew back to the blank canvas, the sense of dismay returned. Subconsciously, your shoulders sagged in response, but you were none the wiser. Percy, however, being the attentive boyfriend that he was, took notice. "I take it things aren't going as planned?"

You shook your head. "That's an understatement. This is my third attempt so far, and I can't even put paint to the material. At least with the others I could say that."

Percy shifted forward, reaching for one of the lone canvases and studied it with interest. "This one is nice," he said honestly. "Why'd you stop?"

"Because it's bad." You answered simply.

But Percy didn't believe that. "No it's not, you're just being hard on yourself." Like always hung in the air, but it was moreso a thought of your own rather than Percy's himself. The inky haired boy gave you a brief once over, brows furrowed with tinges of worry. "When was the last time you took a break? Stepped outside for something other than going to the dining pavilion?"

You blinked for a moment, attention slightly divided between your boyfriend and the work before you. "Uh, I think it was like...yesterday, one of my siblings dragged me out to the strawberry field with them." Or, at least you thought it was yesterday.

But Percy shook his head. "That was Tuesday, babe, I asked one of your siblings. Today's Friday. We need to get you out of this cabin, doing something other than painting."

Slightly shocked by clarification, you body tensed at the thought of being pulled away from your workstation, especially so prematurely into your journey. If you stopped now, what was to say that you would ever finish? Or that this was possibly your last chance at recreating and if you left now, all that went down the drain.

"I can't." You sighed weakly, hurriedly drifting your eyes to your boyfriend, who you had just discovered, that you hadn't spent much time with at all during this week. "If I don't get this piece right now, I might never-"

Percy raised a brow in response of you cutting yourself off. "You might never what?"

With a frustrated and embarrassed sigh, you explained to him your dilemma and the set backs it had provided you, refraining from looking at him the whole time. A part of you had fear some sort of mockery or lack of understanding that conjured up a simple dismissal without actually helping. You had grown accustomed to that after a few occasions and, while you didn't believe Percy to be like, it still hovered in your mind.

To your surprise, though not really, a pair of strong arms wrapped around you so gently yet fiercely that you felted tethered and set free all the same. Your face subconsciously pressed into Percy's bicep and you inhaled his scent, feeling the burdens of the weight you had placed on yourself slowly slipping away one by one. Faint tears welled in your eyes, but he made no move to comment on them.

"I wished you'd came to me sooner, I could've helped you. While not with anything art related, because it would have ended poorly for the both of us, I could have been here to keep you company and show some support."

A small sound that was a mix between a cry and laugh bubbled from your throat. "I don't think I would have been much fun."

Percy snorted. "Please, we would've had the time of our lives here. You're siblings would have kicked me out and banished me from ever entering." While this drew another laugh from you, it wasn't hard to notice the seriousness enveloping the boy's tone. "I think you need a break, for real this time and with no objections."

"But-"

"This piece, can wait. You can't. So what if some other camper made a cool piece, that doesn't mean anything. It especially doesn't mean you're a bad artist just because you're having trouble recreating it." When you fell silent at his words, he rested his nose against your temple, breathing you in. "You're very talented, and that shouldn't be doubted."

A part of you wanted to argue, to say that he was only telling you that because you were dating, but the more you thought about doing anything other than laying in your boyfriend's arms, the more exhausted you felt. Maybe it was your sudden drop in weight, but Percy had maneuvered you around until you were far from the canvas that had been torturing you for hours and closer to your bed.

"Let's get you some rest, babe." He moved to lay you down when your hand reached out, stopping him. "Babe-"

"I got paint on your shirt." You said simply, eyeing how your, still paint riddled, fingers smeared over your boyfriend's tee from his abs to his side. You had been so wrapped up in savoring his embrace, that you had forgotten about your own mess clinging to your frame.

Rather than wallow in the new stain, Percy reached for a damp, less paint splattered cloth and held it to your face. "It's no big deal, but it will be if you get paint on your sheets. Let's get you cleaned up."

By the time he was finished, you were already dozing off no matter how much you tried to fight. Your body rocked and swayed softly, and the action only made Percy laugh even more. Resting you gently on to your bed, head braced against your pillow, the inky haired boy moved to stand when your hand latched around his wrist.

"Stay," You whispered, eyes hopefully. Even with how busy you made yourself, you had missed him deeply.

"I gotta clean up around here. Wouldn't want you to trip in this mess, now would you?"

This caused you to wave him off. "Ah, well you'll simply just have to take care of me again, which seems like a win if you think about it."

Percy chuckled. "Yeah, it does. And maybe I'm so inclined to be against it." He patted your side. "Move over, babe, I'm coming in."

You cheered softly, doing as told just enough for him to rest his frame an inch away from you before you practically melted into him, arms wrapped around his waist and face tucked under his chin. You could feel Percy's chest rumble in satisfaction before he followed a similar manner. The two of you laid like that for a few minutes before you whispered.

"I'm sorry for not spending time with you these last few days." You apologized. "I was just...so wrapped up in this project and my own thoughts that I lost track of time. It's no excuse, but-"

"It's all right," Percy cut in, shushing you softly as you tried to protest. He was in no mood for you to get worked up, especially over something that was so easily fixed and could be settled even further once you were rested. "I understand, and I'm not uupset. I missed you, for sure, but we'll find a way to spend time together later, once you've had a decent amount of sleep."

You nodded in agreement, a yawn pulling from your lips. "I propose a date, anywhere you'd like and we can do whatever you want. You deserve it."

"I don't think taking care of my partner necessarily guarantees a reward," Percy commented, watching with mirth as you sent an eye roll his way. "But I'll hold you to that deal later. Love you."

"Love you, too."

#percy jackson #pjo fandom #percy jackon and the olympians #percy jackson x reader #percy jackson x y/n #x reader #percy jackson x black!reader #percy jackson x poc!reader #[🪐] - lunars writes

[shutupheathersorryheatherr]

"Birthday days"

Summery: a short Beomgyu x reader fic in celebration of his birthday! you two start celebrating a day early and its adorable and heartwarming-- the love between you two really shows. The type of love you give each other— whole heartedly and true. The playfulness and newness you too still have… all these things are all that matters approx: fifteen minute read

warningz/ info: kissing, established relationship, some cursing here and there, talking of food. reader gives beomgyu a bit of tough love and he loves it. reader is gn! and they cuddle. think thats about it! lemme know if I missed anything as always!

A/n: ok I know (or at least I hope) that beomgyu doesn’t see this but happy birthday you talented-in-literally-everything man! i think this is my first birthday fic but ugh he deserves the title lmao because in the words of that one song from destiny's child: I WANNA CARE FOR UUUU MAKE YOU DINNER AND DESSERT PUT YOUR DEWRAG ONNNN

~this is simply a piece of fiction. My imagination onto “paper.” This is in no way is mean to be taken as an actual and real representation of anyone.~

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You snort out a genuine laugh as he presses his nose into your neck. and he feels as if he was made to make you do so and to hear it. whatever you two were talking about before slips your mind as you ease into a comfortable silence with him. as talkative as the man currently breathing onto your neck is, it wasn't something you got often.

The silence is quickly filled, though, when he pokes his slimy little tongue out to lick your neck. You shrink back and laugh out a scream. "ah!" you laugh, "ew beomgyu! thats disgust-- get off--" he hums, arms trapping you to him, reveling in your body warmth as he was only in boxers and a sleep shirt. this was supposed to be a very special but normal none the less night before his birthday... full love, kisses, and good food. but of course neither of you could hold fast to that. you knew it from the beginning anyways

Thats when it happens-- he nips at your neck and you nearly squeal. "Beomgyu!" he doesn't say anything. then he goes for your collarbone. not enough to leave a mark but enough to get you smiling at him, his hair brushing your cheek as he pins you to him, legs tangled with his even though you two are standing. "Lemme go, Beomgyu!"

"I don't know a Beomgyu! I'll let you go if you say the right name and address me correctly!" you roll your eyes and scratch up his back. he shivers in the best way possible as you smile. "Can you let me go now... beom?" he huffs into your ear, but releases his grip a bit none the less. "... I'll except it..." you peel yourself away from him to look him in his pretty deep brown eyes. "what else would you have liked, you big baby?" you tease. he was so spoiled, but he was right, you barely ever call him by his actual name anymore. at least not in private. it soon shifting into terms of endearment. and even before you were together, you always had some sort of nickname or term to address him with.

"Baby would've been nice...." he fake sulks, "love, darling, honey, handsome, your treasure, light in your life. anything, really." you glance over at the clock. "Sure” you roll your eyes, “anything. we need to try to get to sleep, baby." he pouts, and all you feel like doing is kissing those lips until both of yours are numb. but he only grips you tighter at your bedrooms door, halfway in the hallway.

"Nope! I wanna hug hola bit more. and dont be so mean! its my birthday after all."

You smile into his hair as he finds his face nuzzled back into your neck. "Not for another five minutes its not." you chuckled. you two were joking, of course. you always liked to start celebrating each others birthdays as early as can be. and this time it just so happened to be at tonights dinner.

"Fine fine," he grins, "can I hug you all I want once it hits midnight?" he bargains. you playfully scoff. "I would barely consider this hugging." he puffs out warm air onto your neck and kisses the places he wiped at before, adding on your throat to peck. "But youve got yourself a deal."

You climb into bed, Beomgyu following you closely behind. You pull he covers up to your chin, settling into your designated spot as he does the to his (basically meaning wherever was right next to you) You turn to him, fully expected one of his teasing facing at you under the dim light, ready to do your nightly sleepy talk. he surprises you with his quick seriousness though.

"Happy anniversary." he pecks your lips, truly never being able to stay away from them for long.

It had been a full year since you'd confessed your true feelings for him on guess what? the night before his birthday. you hadn't planned on in much, but you knew you wanted to do it when the time felt right and had wanted to for a while. you were sure he had a thing for you too-- the way the air with him was always thick and slow moving as molasses told you quite enough. the little gremlin actually whined when you'd brought it up. "I was gonna say it your next birthday!" you simply laughed at him at the time. "well, you were taking too long." then it started what had to have been your first "argument" as a couple-- who was gonna take who out first.

"What about I take you out..." you remember him crawling closer to you on the floor, now in between you legs, "tomorrow, hm?" you chuckled. "dude!" you put a hand to your head and massaged your temples, so this was how it was gonna be? you just had to pick him? "its your birthday tomorrow!" He gets this dumb look on his face, eyes wide. "oh.... " "yeah 'oh'!" you shout at him, "its supposed to be about you!" "it can be about you too...! about us!"

He then tells you hes gonna confess to you your next birthday to make up for it. your first "argument" as a couple was interesting. and when you tell him that his face turns a shade red enough to challenge any tomato. "we're a couple?" he blinks, small smile hidden behind his lips. "you wanna be?" he lets his smile bloom in full and nods his head so fast you wonder how the boy isn't dizzy.

But what makes you dizzy is how long ago that all was. it felt like just yesterday you had kissed him for the first time, caught in between not letting go and and curling into yourself like a turtle to hide your beaming smile. you still felt the giddiness of it all as if this was your first week together. hm, you think, some things might never change. and to be honest, you were ok with that if it was this.

You two felt comfortable, haven fallen into a good routine like youve been together for ages. and sometimes it did feel like that even though it had only been a year. because of how god damn close you were before then. so close that sometimes you'd get teased that you looked like a couple. but even with all this, there was never a dull moment. somehow you two made everything into a new experience. a new good memory. it was never boring, even laying with him here in silence.

Oh... wait... in silence! you suddenly remembered that you hadn't responded to him yet, just staring at him. once you focus more on his face hes got his eyebrow raised and a knowing smile on his face, shaking his head slightly. "happy anniversary, my love." and you dont give him even a second to complain and whine about why you didnt call him that sooner before you scoot closer to him, wrapping your arms around his broad shoulders and swinging a leg over his hips. you glance at the time quickly. yup "And happy birthday."

You didn’t know what it was, or maybe you did because you loved him. But nonetheless the you the strongest magnetic pull towards him. Never before have you felt the way you do now. You think you’ll remember this night forever. Next to you, already half asleep, beomgyus thinking the same thing. And that no mater where you two were in life you’d have each other to just be happy with. Cause that’s the feeling among other wonderful ones that you brought each other— unbridled happiness.

And you two stay like this, until your breathing slowly matches and you drift into what was probably the same dream about the year before.... only slightly interrupted with a bear with a party hat but we won't talk about that.

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The next morning and youve rushed around enough, making everything just right for your adoring boyfriend for the entire next five to seven business days. it was quite a bit of preparation, especially since you didnt wanna bang shit around and wake him up, but you feel accomplished none the less, hoping he'll like it.

Youve prepare quite the spread of his favorite breakfast items, all cooked and seasoned to perfection. as youre admiring your work, you hear a groan from the bedroom, beomgyu opening the door you shut gently earlier. hes rubbing his eyes and pouting, such a cute sight that all you wanna do so litter him with kisses. "What'r you doin?" he stands there, swaying back and forth because of the morning cold that's hit him. "I woke up and you weren't there. I wanted to hold you." hes a bit groggy but his senses are slowly coming to him and a wide smile graces his face, tops of his cheeks poking under his eyes.

You jog over to him, hands at your sides. and grab him by the shoulders, turning him in front of you and leading him to the breakfast table. he stops you and puts his hands on your shoulders, mimicking you, sly smile on his face. you stop in your tracks. "im sorry I wasn't there when--" "its ok and I thank you. but come to bed after we enjoy? just for another ten minutes. I didnt realize how much I missed morning cuddles with you." his eyes were more open now, he was more alert, but having him say that just put both of you into relaxation mode. "sure thing, baby." you smile at him. fuck he was so cute it didnt even make sense.

His sock clad feel pitter padder on the floor and you plop him down and he protests. "y-you you made all this?" he sounds a mixture of surprised and touched, though what else was he to expect? he knew you'd try to make this day the best ever-- even from the start. "this is too much. thank you but--" you put an eating utensil in his hand. "just try it please." he takes a bite of the thing closest to him., then another, than another. he makes a couple sounds of enjoyment then turns to you. "why'd you do all this?"

"I wanted you to love it! duh! im gonna make this day perfect for you and you better not expect anything less!" you yell and he chuckles. it was funny, just like the years past, especially last year, here you were, yelling sweet lovely things at him. tough love that made him gooey on the inside... and outside most of the time. he Stands up so quickly you barely have time to say that he better go sit down before his breakfast gets cold and to go enjoy his food.

He puts a firm but very gentle hand on where your neck and head meet thumb rubbing circles on your lower cheek. looks deep into your eyes then kisses you. "I love it, baby. thank you, really. it's all too much. come sit and enjoy it with me." he never fails to amaze you with how he can go from this goofball to something that makes your knees weaker than anything else he does, wanting to melt into him.

You sit next to him as always, knees touching in a way that somehow made two grown peoples hearts flutter like it was the first time. he sets down his utensil next to his plate, knowing better than to set down your hand and distract you from your food. he leans closer to you and kisses your cheek, an act so small and innocent but meaning so so so much to express his love and gratitude. you smile and he kisses closer to the apple of your cheek again, and again, and again.

Now hes barely leaving your skin before he goes in for another one, nose bumping into you and yeah, maybe the window is open but he doesn't really care if the neighbors are out. each little kiss on your cheek makes a small sound that makes you smile even wider. and here you two are, his birthday but you both are giddy as he keeps pecking your cheek over, over, and over. the food can wait another minute, the expressions of love an adoration are all that matters.

~end~

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[kiana-kaslana-423]

Hii I hope you’re having a good day 🫶🏻

Could I maybe request Madam Z and Tooth Fairy with an S/O who’s having a rough day and ends up crying in front of them? (Not an emergency request, just something that would make me feel better haha)

I love your writings! Thank you 🫶🏻

Madam Z, Tooth Fairy x Sad! Fem Reader

☆ Reader that's had a bad day and cries in front of them ☆

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Bet!! And you're welcome!!

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!! Not comfy with men will block on interaction !!!

• Madam Z didn't notice that you were having a rough day-

• Because after all, she was spending all her time in her office finishing up papers she needed to get done before the end of the day, so she was basically cooped up in her office all day, unaware of how your day has been spiraling down

• She was only made aware when you came into her office since she could just see the look on your face, it was unlike the look that you normally have on so she was able to at least pick up and put the pieces together quickly that's something has happened to you today but before she could even say anything or do anything, you just start crying?

• it honestly startled her at first since she really wasn't expecting that- tho even if it did startle her, she knows she has to do something since you are her partner, Therefore she quickly took you into her arms and led you over to her chair so you could sit down as she gets you stuff that you need + stuff that would calm you down

• Madam Z would get you anything that you needed at the moment to calm you down, stuff like; drinks, foods, blankets, plushies, a listening ear, someone to talk too, and really anything that you need! She doesn't mind!

• She's really worried about you and just wants to make sure you're okay, she's rushing all over the place to get you things you need or just doing anything that you need!! You are someone that she holds very dear to her heart, so she wants to show you the same type of love and affection you've always shown her when she's has a bad day.

• Eventually after all the commotion settled down, she will make you a schedule and plans throughout the day so you don't get overwhelmed with anything else. Madam Z wants what's best for you and if that's having to make you a schedule everyday then she's willing to do it!

• Tooth Fairy noticed that you were having a rough day when she came to check up on you, she normally always comes by to drop off some food for you at lunch since she knows sometimes you forget, so it's something that she does everyday!

• And with that it also gives her a reason to come check up on you, since she also likes to check up on you everyday and make sure everything's going steady! So with that she was able to easily pick up the signs of you having a bad day when she came in, since she is basically a doctor and she's your lover therefore she's able to easily pick up on signs

• But when she came over to your desk to ask you about how you were doing and why you seem to be in a stressed like state, you just started to cry and explained how your day has been awful to you and everything, basically just completely breaking down in front of Tooth Fairy eyes since you felt comfortable with her

• Tooth Fairy wasn't really surprised or anything since she could tell that you were close to breaking down because of your tenses like state, she just didn't know that it would be so quickly- but like, she doesn't mind at all that you broke down so quickly since therefore that means you feel comfortable with her and you feel safe in her presence enough to cry!

• Tho she didn't focus on it too long since she had do something since she couldn't just let you cry. So Tooth Fairy sat down with you and asked about your day and listened to what you had to say, she landed you an ear as you vented and explained your whole entire day, she doesn't mind if you get sidetracked on something or stopping between sentences to cry. She just wants you to know she's listening

• Then after she figures out the root of the problem, she'll get you some toffee and a blanket to cuddle up with as she grabs something you like, like maybe reading you a book or turning on your favorite (old)TV show.

• After getting you the things you like she'll give you the food she made you for lunch, she'll maybe even feed it to you if you let her! She really doesn't mind playing doctor and patient with you

#reverse: 1999 #reverse 1999 #reverse 1999 x reader #reverse: 1999 x reader #re1999 #r1999 #re1999 x reader #r1999 x reader #reverse 1999 tooth fairy #tooth fairy reverse 1999 #tooth fairy x reader #tooth fairy #madam z x reader #madam z #reverse 1999 madam z

[charliedawn]

How would they react if their child came to them for advice ?

Freddy was tending to his garden when he heard your familiar footsteps behind him. He turned around with a wide smile—but that smile faltered when he saw the look on your face.

"Hey, champ'. What's going on ?". You sat down next to him and started mindlessly picking out the plants you found there. Freddy would normally protest—but he could see that something was wrong.

"We talked about growing up in school today and it made me think...", you confessed before looking up at him. "What was it like for you ? Was it hard ?"

Freddy was surprised by the question. He could see you were scared of the answer—as you should be. It wasn't easy to grow up. His childhood was...not good. And it didn't get any better growing up. But, he couldn't tell you that. You weren't him. You could still make something of yourself.

So, he wrapped a comforting arm around you and smiled.

"Yup. Hard as Hell. But, you'll be a'right, kid. You know why ?" You shook your head and Freddy removed his hat before putting it on your head. "Because you got me. And I ain't letting anything stand in your way. You're my kid. And since I already went all the wrong ways—I'll make sure you do everything I didn't."

You smiled and felt somehow reassured. It wasn't exactly what you wanted to hear—but it was enough for now. You knew that your father meant well and you remembered how he had hesitated before adopting you. He didn't think himself capable of being a good dad. He thought himself the worst.

But, he did stay. He stayed, and that made him the best father you could have ever asked for. You hugged him and thanked him. He seemed surprised at first, but smiled and returned it.

You hid the piece of paper you had wanted to show him behind your back.

Who do you want to be when you grow up ?

...My dad.

You were staring at the piece of paper you had been asked to answer at home. It wasn't a big question. Just a complicated one.

Who do you want to be when you grow up ?

It seemed whenever you would be staring at the question and try to answer it, it would stare right back at you. At the end, you let out a loud frustrated groan before crumpling the piece of paper in your hand and threw it across the room.

"Wow. What's gotten into ya, kiddo ?" You turned around to see your father standing there. He had witnessed the whole scene and you sniffed pathetically before answering him.

"Growing up sucks..."

Bo looked between you and the piece of paper before turning back towards you. He picked up the paper and looked at the question. He held back a snort. What kind of question was that ?

He looked back up at you and frowned at your dejected expression. Welp...Seemed like it was time to be a good father figure and give you some wise advice—two things he had no fuckin' clue how to do.

"Ya right. Growing up sucks. Big time. But, ya know what' awesome ? Ya learn. And whoever ya' goin' te be ? Just be you. And be great at it. A'right ?"

He smiled and ruffled you hair playfully until you giggled. Your eyes briefly caught the old scars around his wrists and for a moment, you thought about your dad's past. He had told you about his parents and how they had 'educated' him. And then, you thought of how he had learned from it and even though you sometimes could throw tantrums—he had never once raised a finger on you.

You smiled when you realized that you finally had an answer. You straightened the piece of paper the best you could before writing down.

When I grow up, I want to be my dad.

Michael was reading a book in his bedroom when he heard a shy knocking at his door. He stood up and opened it to find you—waiting in the corridor with a piece of paper in your hand.

"Hey, dad. Could I...Could I ask you something ?" He took a step back and let you in before closing the door behind you. He sat down on the sofa and patted the spot next to him. You smiled and nodded understandingly before indulging his silent request.

"I...have an assignment and I was wondering if you could help me ?"

He scooted closer to you to take a look at the paper in your hands and took out his notebook to write down.

How can I help ?

You thought about it for a moment before explaining your predicament.

"I just...I've been living all my life in the hospital. I don't know anyone that would be a good role model. I barely know anyone that is normal. Am I even normal myself ?"

Michael's jaw twitched as he realized he had never considered that your environment might end up being a problem. It was true. None of the slashers could really be taken as role models. He sighed and started seriously thinking about it before finally writing down.

Yourself.

You frowned and were about to ask what he meant by that when he quickly added.

If no one is up to your standards ? It is because you are the best there is in this place. And who do you want to be ? Yourself. Because you are already the best. And there is no one in this place that could ever measure. You survived all of those years. You were surrounded by slashers all your life, and you survived. I couldn't be prouder.

He hesitated before adding.

You are my role model.

Your eyes filled with tears as you wrapped your arms around his neck and squeezed. You finally had your answer. And your dad had helped you in more ways than one.

He was wise. Kind. And unlike anyone you had ever met. He had fought against every instinct in his body to keep you and protect you. And that made him the best role model you could ask for.

You stared at the question for a moment before sighing and leaning back. Unlike your dad who basically wrote more than he breathed...You weren't so lucky.

You had no idea of who to write.

You groaned loudly in annoyance before covering your face with the piece of paper. After a moment, you saw a shadow looming over you through the sheet and soon enough—the piece of paper was removed.

Jack took a look at its content and almost laughed at the stupid question. Who you wanted to be when you grow up ? Heck, he was a grown-up, and even he didn't have the answer to that. He sat down in front of you and threw the paper on your desk.

"...So, a lack of inspiration, huh ?" You groaned again in response and your father chuckled knowingly. The blank page syndrome he knew all too well...

"Is it always gonna be like that ? I feel like school is all a game of pretend. I can't be myself. And I can't say anything because that would make me an even bigger weirdo than I am.", you opened up to your dad who shook his head. He was somehow popular when he was in school—but he knew the struggle. The only way he could truly express himself was through the words he wrote. He never shared them though. Stupid decision. He would have gotten on the path of a writer far sooner if he had.

"Don't sweat it, kid. It's only a phase. When you'll be an adult ? No more 'who's mister/miss popular'. Or, 'who's the loser'. Everyone has their own problems. And guess what ? You'll have forgotten all about school and teenage problems when you'll hit my age."

You smiled and nodded before looking at the paper in your hands. It was hard to find an answer. But, he had kinda helped you be less scared of what will happen and in the process—given you an answer.

"Thanks, dad."

He huffed a laugh before nodding.

"No problem, kiddo."

Pennywise didn't show up until you had actually finished filling up your assignment. But, he frowned when he found that you had written Penny on the paper. He knew he wouldn't be your role model. He didn't want to be—but Penny ? Really ?

Well, it did make sense when he thought about it.

Penny was good with kids.

"Are you...mad ?", you asked—unsure. And Pennywise shook his head.

He then looked at you and smiled before giving you back your paper.

"No, little one. I am glad that you see him that way, kiddo. Just...remember that your uncle Penny tends to get himself into trouble and I'm here to keep you safe—alright ?"

You smiled and nodded before waiting until your father was out of the room before adding letters to the name. Turns out, Pennywise wasn't such a bad role model.

Penny did want to help. He just didn't know how. So, he tried to think about an answer that would be satisfactory enough.

"Well, you just have to write someone that you admire. That you look up to. A human you like for example.", Penny told you and you sighed. You had no idea who in your life could fit that description.

"Do you have anyone like that ?", you finally asked and Penny thought about it for a moment before giggling to himself.

"Well...Don't tell anyone but...your uncle Pennywise." You were surprised by his answer and frowned in confusion.

"What ? But, you hate him ! You're always yelling at each other !"

Penny shook his head before smiling at you.

"I don't hate him. We're brothers. Let's just say that...Even your dad can sometimes become jealous."

He winced at that last part. Penny didn't like admitting his defaults.

"Jealous ? But, you're the best !", you protested and Penny laughed at your endearing confidence in him.

"I appreciate it, little one. But, Pennywise always has a solution for everything. He took care of me when I almost died. Twice. And he never left. No matter how many times he wanted to. No matter how many times I begged him to. No matter how many times I deserved it. He's like that piece of cotton candy stuck underneath your shoe that you can't get rid of."

You both laughed at the comparison and finally, you had your answer.

"But, there's no one that makes me laugh as much as you do, dad. And I want to be able to bring a smile to everyone's faces—just like you."

You finally knew what to write down and your father grinned proudly at your answer before picking you up.

"Come on. Let's go find some popcorn."

Jason was rarely taken aback. You could count the number of times you had seen him surprised on your fingers. So, when Freddy came out with an idea for a prank that would surely make your father react ? You didn't even hesitate.

You wished you had had a camera to record the moment Jason discovered you had written Freddy's name on the assignment. You were pretty sure that if he was really human—he would have died of an heart attack.

"It should be someone you...really admire.", he finally succeeded in telling in sign language and you hid your amused smile from him and tilted your head to the side quizzically.

"And uncle Freddy isn't a good example ?", you asked innocently and Jason seemed to deadpan.

"No." There was no hesitation and—unable to keep a straight face anymore—you burst out laughing. Freddy came out behind you and laughed as well before giving you a high-five.

"THE LOOK ON YOUR FACE !"

He had Jason's camera in hand and if looks could kill, Freddy would have been cut into pieces and thrown in a deepless river.

Jason started marching towards him and Freddy ran away. The moment they were out of the room, you shook your head with an amused smile before erasing your answer and writing Jason's name instead.

You had the answer from the beginning—but having your father lose his temper was so tempting—you just couldn't resist.

Proudest dad ever. He saw you had written his name and beamed at you.

"Me ? Brahms is your role model ?"

You nodded sheepishly and Brahms was really honored—but he then frowned and asked with confusion.

"...Why ?"

Brahms was not self-conscious. Far from it. But he couldn't see a single reason why he would be your role model. H was childish and even though he tried to act a little mature around you—he couldn't hide who he really was. You looked away and shrugged—trying to sound nonchalant as you replied.

"Because you aren't afraid to be yourself, and that's what I want to be. You showed me that I could be a good person by being myself."

He stayed still for a moment before picking you up and kissing your cheek. He was so happy. He had at least done something right. He had been raised with parents who didn't understand him or his will to be different.

He never wanted you to suffer the same fate.

"Thank you, Y/N."

You giggled as his beard started to tickle your face and he then asked if you wanted to go to your favorite restaurant. You went there and Brahms ordered every single item they had on the menu.

What you loved most about you dad was that—despite it all—he had kept his inner child.

Arthur came back late at night and felt guilty for not having helped you with the assignment. However, as soon as he spotted his name on the piece of paper, he erased it. He didn't deserve it.

He then sat down next to you and softly pet your head. He didn't want you to follow his path—that wasn't the reason he had adopted you.

He shook his head and kissed your forehead.

Whatever it takes, he would NEVER let you be him.

Norman received a call from your school about your...more than unusual answer to the assignment. As soon as you were back, he extended his hand and you sighed before giving him the filled assignment. Norman's eye twitched as he saw your answer.

You had written "SLASHER" in bold.

He would have expected every single answer out there—but that one.

"What do you mean by this, sweetie ?", he asked you as soon as you were both sitting and you looked away.

"...I want to be a slasher.", you claimed and he shook his head. You couldn't possibly mean it. Being a slasher was a very lonely existence and he wouldn't wish it on his worse enemy. Besides, you couldn't predict who would turn out to be a slasher. Only a few made it. He—himself—had no idea how he had become a slasher.

"Darling, you can't.", he tried to explain—but you wouldn't hear it.

"You said I could be whoever I want.", you insisted and glared up at him. "Or did you lie ?"

The accusation had the effect of a cold shower on Norman's head who hated he couldn't provide you with a positive answer. He wanted to tell you that you could...But, some of the people he knew couldn't be slashers—even though they were ruthless and bloody killers.

"This isn't how it works, darling. You know that." You humphed unhappily and stomped your foot on the ground.

"It's not fair."

He hesitated before cradling you in his arms.

"Ssh...I know, darling. I know."

#fandoms #imagine #fanfic #pennywise 2017 #pennywise 1990 #dad slashers #slashers #michael myers x child!reader #freddy krueger x child!reader #bo sinclair x child!reader #pennywise x child!reader #Norman Bates x child!reader #arthur fleck x child!reader #Brahms heelshire x child!reader #Jason voorhees x child!reader #jack torrance x child!reader

[keystonepublishing]

Wildflower by sailingthenightsea

I think this is the first time by experiments have gotten the better of me in very big ways.

But I digress.

This bind - Wildflower by sailingthenightsea - is one that I had wanted to do for a long while. Back during the pandemic days, this fic helped me to uncover the diversity that is the Sleepy Bois Inc. fandom. So when it was finally time for me to begin work, I wanted to honor the fic's themes by going on a different bookbinding path.

First off, I had long wanted to make a cover window, and I feel this fic is a good opportunity to try this technique - a green cover to convey the green woods, and red to represent Tommy and the fae. I printed a marbled paper design, sealed it with varnish, cut-out two pieces of board, and pasted the paper on one board surface before layering it with the cut window-board.

That process was surprisingly easy. What wasn't was how I realize I had to paste and 'tuck-in' the green cover so that it doesn't cover the marbled design underneath. it took a lot of time, patience, and energy to finesse it all into a result that looks satisfactory.

Secondly, I wanted to see if I make the beginning (and final) pages of the textblock as endpapers into themselves. Conceptually, it would save time, materials, and energy. Unfortunately, I also tried another experiment of using misprinted pages to line the spine of the book. The result: see-through words and comments through the thin paper! Whoops!

I also wanted to use the concept of "dividing" sections of the book via endpapers such as my Solidaritek bind. But in this book, the endpapers would be printed onto the pages and divide sections of the book. The results look nice and is visually striking, but I hazard to be careful with this method and use it sparingly, as this can use up a lot more printer ink than one might expect.

I made some ground rules for typesetting: every major event in the story is punctuated by a number, along with a flourishing drop cap in Harrington font in dark red as the opening alphabet. And as is my style, I also incorporated a comments section where selected comments that clarify some story parts or explore the deeper themes of the fic are archived.

But my favorite part is the final paragraphs. Shout-out to @therealwaffleking for making a gorgeous rendition of the final parts of the fic, and one that I had to include! It was a simple matter of putting one (or two) paragraph per art, and the result feels like a storybook!

Initially, I wasn't happy with the result of this - there are places where the green cover isn't 'tucked-in' enough, I used too much ink to print those endpaper-pages, my use of misprints as a spine connector backfired on me, the black spine piece wasn't cut straight and thus had dinks, and there's even a tear on the top of the front spine!

But after a day of rest and introspection, I found myself warming to the bind, warts and all. Sure, it's far from perfect, but it's a bind that has character and quirkyness. It has more history in it's production than a normal ficbind, and I have learned a couple of new things about knowing what not to do in the future!. It's certainly a head-turner!

My heartfelt thanks to @sailingthenightsea for this fic, along with @100-reasons-sbi and @therealwaffleking for contributing their art! Thank you all so much!

#mcyt #mcytblr #sleepyboisinc #sleepy bois inc #tommyinnit #sbi fanfic #bookbinding #fanbinding #ficbinding #my bookbinds

[kissofthemis]

Luke apologizing to Rosa for keeping his health a secret instead of it being revealed the way it was?

"I owe you an apology."

Rosa lifted her gaze from the ice pack on her hand, and she chuckled softly. "Luke, you've apologized like twelve times already. I know you didn't mean to burn me. It's not even that ba--"

"That's not what I'm talking about."

The words were heavy, weighed down by a guilt that Rosa did not understand. She could almost hear the way Luke's breath grated against his teeth as he eked out another sentence, piece by piece. "This is something I should have apologized for a long time ago."

Usually, when Luke wore such a serious expression on his face, Rosa felt an urge to tease him surge within her chest. But this situation was different from normal. She didn't want to taunt him or distract him, and she almost felt as though an attempt to lighten the mood would be an insult to Luke's feelings.

Feelings that were clearly stabbing his lungs with every breath he took to try and speak them aloud.

"Sit down?" It was more of a question than a suggestion. Rosa wasn't sure about what Luke needed most right now. To sit by her? To stand away from her?

What would make that fierce agony burning in his coral eyes dim into a gentle candlelight, guiding him to safety?

Luke looked almost more uncertain than Rosa felt. After a moment of deliberating, in which Luke bounced back and forth on his toes as he leaned towards and away from the beanbag chair, he finally plopped himself onto the floor in front of her.

"How's your hand?" He asked about her hand, yet his attention was clearly elsewhere. His eyes were unfocused as he gingerly removed the ice pack from on top of her red flesh. His focus suddenly returned, and he knitted his brow in frustration as he turned her hand over and over, examining it carefully. "I'm sorry I hurt you."

A soft sigh left Rosa's lips. She gently moved her good hand to rest on top of Luke's as he cradled her injured hand. "You're not talking about the splash of boiling water, are you?" she murmured, and she began to stroke the back of his hand with her thumb. "Your hands are so rough," she tutted quietly. "You should moisturize them more often."

Luke let out a strangled laugh. "Even now, you're worrying about me?" He finally lifted his gaze to meet hers, and Rosa saw for the first time that tears were welling up in the corners of his eyes. "I... when you cried out in pain, I was terrified," he whispered. "Whether just a small burn, a paper cut, or a bruise from walking into another table..." His mouth turned upward into a grin for a split second, and Rosa subconsciously cursed herself for showing Luke the mystery bruise she had woken up with yesterday. "I never want to see you in pain. The thought of you suffering... is unbearable for me.

"And that's when I realized... if you had never found out about my disease, and I left you to deal with that pain and grief all on your own..." Each and every word came out more strained than the last, as if a sword pierced his heart every time he tried to set his feelings free.

"I would die a second time," Luke gasped finally, "knowing I left you to suffer alone."

A tense silence fell over the room. Luke put his free hand up to his chest to slowly massage over his heart and lungs, as if he needed to help the air and blood circulate. Rosa almost forgot about the burn on her hand until she felt a tingle along the side of her thumb that grew into a sweltering heat. Awkwardly she shifted the ice pack back onto the worst of the burns.

That simple motion seemed to revive Luke, whose eyes once again shifted back to her current injury.

But that did not last long, as Rosa suddenly leaned forward to rest her forehead against his once he was close enough to her again. "What are you trying to say?" she whispered. Of course, she knew. She knew the words that were tearing him apart from the inside. Luke was kind, loyal, and loving, but he could be too proud for his own good. He wanted to save the world alone or die trying, and Rosa refused to let him do either.

He didn't have to struggle alone, but he couldn't move forward until he acknowledged his mistakes of the past.

"I..." Luke's breath hitched in his throat. Rosa could see the lump of words caught in there, and she scowled as he swallowed it. "I..."

"Were you never going to tell me?" Rosa added, her voice barely audible. Now she could feel hot saltwater stinging the corners of her own eyes. Maybe it was Luke's vulnerability, or maybe it was his refusal to give in entirely to his feelings, that pushed her over the edge.

But Rosa had held back her own anger, sorrow, desperation, and fear for far too long, and now the dam was cracking. "Were you going to stay in the capital? Would you have headed back without a word if you hadn't found me in Stellis? Did you plan to die in another city and just never tell me? Your family?" Her voice cracked at the word "family," and she could feel her throat closing. "Me... who loves you..."

"I'm sorry!"

The words burst out of Luke like an explosion, and just like that, the dam inside Rosa's heart burst as well. Tears streamed down her face as he threw his arms around her, pulling her into his chest. "I'm sorry!" he repeated, hissing as he burrowed his face into her neck. "I was! I was going to be a coward! I was going to run! Because I knew... I knew I'd have too many regrets...." He pulled her in tighter, trying to muffle her sobs in his chest. "I messed up. I messed up big time. Because I never considered..." He inhaled deeply, and he lifted his chin just enough so his next words could ring loud and clear.

"I'm sorry that I hurt you the most by never saying anything at all."

#tears of themis #tot #luke pearce #lukerosa #luke x rosa #thanks for the ask! #Anon #Ask to Tag #Luke being open about his feelings? He'd literally rather shave with a rusty broken blade using a car mirror 😭

[kandisheek]

FIC REC WEEK 14 – AUTHOR WEEK

AUTHOR SPOTLIGHT: magicasen

If you're looking for an AO3 library that has a bit of everything, go to magicasen. They're fantastic at every genre they touch, and I always know when I see their username on a fic, I'm guaranteed to have a good time.

Here's some of their work that I think you should check out:

Keeping a Close Eye

Pairing: Steve/Tony Rating: G Words: 3,006 Tags: Misunderstandings, Secret Relationship, Carol POV

Summary: Steve and Tony are avoiding each other. Carol takes it upon herself to find out why.

Reasons why I love it: Figures that when Steve and Tony try to act normal, they end up going all the way to the opposite end of the spectrum. I love Carol's perspective here, and that last paragraph puts the biggest smile on my face. This fic is really sweet, so definitely go and read it!

In Your Shadow

Pairing: Steve/Tony Rating: G Words: 2,924 Tags: Capwolf, Fluff, Cuddling

Summary: Tony thinks the mansion might be haunted. Steve's not so sure about that.

Reasons why I love it: The thought of Capwolf wrapping Tony in blankets and cuddling him at night is so fucking cute, I can't. This fic is so fluffy and sweet that it's the perfect pick-me-up if you're feeling a bit down. I love it to pieces, and I bet you will too, so go and check it out, if you haven't already!

My Favorite Loser

Pairing: Steve/Tony Rating: G Words: 2,271 Tags: Red Zone, Never Have I Ever, Humor

Summary: Avengers game night takes a turn that makes Steve feel very left out of team-bonding activities.

Reasons why I love it: The Avengers playing silly party games is one of my not-so-guilty pleasures, so I really enjoyed this one. The banter is fantastic, and Steve and Tony are such idiots in love, oh my god, I just want to smush their faces together. I love this fic, and I bet you will too!

Redame

Pairing: Steve/Tony Rating: T Words: 10,961 Tags: Hanahaki, Endgame, Bittersweet Ending

Summary: When he finally spits into the trash, he doesn’t understand what he’s looking at. Had he managed to swallow a piece of paper without realizing? It’s wet and disgusting, but curiosity gets the better of him as he picks it up gingerly between his fingers. It’s a flower petal, he realizes abruptly, rubbing it carefully as it rolls up and finally crumples between his fingers.Like losing half the world wasn't enough, Steve's body also begins to rebel against his love for Tony.

Reasons why I love it: This is one of those fics I turn to when I need a really good cry. It's so sad and yet so hopeful and aaaah I love it so much. That one, final change to canon made me so happy, it's how I would've wanted Endgame to end if I had made that movie. This fic is fantastic, and I hope you check it out for yourself!

Off Your Feet

Pairing: Steve/Tony Rating: T Words: 2,093 Tags: Sexual Tension, Sparring, First Kiss

Summary: Steve decides that Tony needs to brush up on his hand-to-hand. He doesn't consider that he might be getting in over his head.

Reasons why I love it: Aaaah yes, the good ol' sparring to sexual tension pipeline. I love this one, it's spicy and sweet and ends on a really promising note. Definitely check this one out, it's wonderful!

#marvel #stony #fanfic #fic rec #fanfic rec #ficrec #a year in fanfic recs

[castieldelamancha]

Dean looks down at his lap and notices the little mountain of paper pieces that he has created there, his hands nervously tearing up into small pieces the brochure the bubbly young girl that welcomed them at the door gave him when they got to the bar.

Castiel, who was apparently talking to Dean, he doesn't know what about, because he wasn't paying attention, follows his gaze down and, slowly, pries the last remnants of what is left of the bright yellow brochure from Dean's hands.

"Dean, is everything okay?" Dean nods giving Cas a smile that he hopes is convincing enough, and judging by the way Castiel stares at him it probably isn't.

Get a grip man, he tells himself, what are you, fifteen?

Nervous, he is nervous, because he thought this whole night out for Cas and Cas is important and he refuses to let this be anything but perfect. Like he can control every little thing, like he can't accept he actually can't do that.

He takes Cas out on dates now, because they are part of the human experience, because secretly he had always yearned for the chance to do normal things like that with someone he loved, even tough he never thought he could love so much, so fiercely, so openly as he loves his Cas. They spend so much time together nowadays and Dean loves it, but he felt every activity was too much Dean and not enough Castiel. Even if they enjoy similar things and Castiel doesn't seem to mind what they do that much, Dean put all his energy into finding something that they could share but that could mean something more for Cas.

He found this amateur poetry reading night, and he thought, why not? He convinced himself, and then his brain went and gave him a list of why not's while he drove them here.

"I just want this to be good, that's all, okay?" He finally confesses, because Cas is still staring, tone light, as if he wasn't that worried, not at all.

Castiel's eyes soften at that, he puts away the ruined brochure and reaches for one of Dean's hands, interlacing their fingers together, the movement almost causing the pieces of paper mountain to crumble down.

"If it isn't," he says, apparently reading Dean like the open book he is to him these days, "it won't be your fault, I will still appreciate your thoughtfulness, and I will still appreciate the time we spend together."

Dean doesn't even know what he was worrying about, this is Castiel, he reminds himself. He made his way throughout Hell just to get him, to help him, to protect him, to be by his side, over and over again. He can survive two hours of shitty poetry, if it's even shitty. Maybe Dean is judging these strangers too harshly. He squeezes Castiel's hands, unable to say anything since the lights are turning off and people are clapping around them for the first person taking the stage.

Half an hour later Dean decides it isn't boring, nor is it awful, his brain can suck it up. He hasn't let go of Castiel's hand yet, and it isn't in his plans to do so any time soon either.

Struck me like a bolt of lightning,

brought my heart back back to life

The man on stage reads out loud, and Dean, Dean simply turns to look at Cas, watching his focused profile,

the brightness of this light of yours,

fighting off the gloom of this shadow of mine.

Castiel turns to look at him then, mouthing an I love you at him that Dean leans in to whisper right back at him.

#let's be honest what does cas even like we don't know!!! enough with the movie nights let my man fo something else #destiel #also they actually go back to the poetry night again and that time around castiel reads a poet he wrote for dean #i will one day write that fic #vanessa writes ✨ #ficlet #had to thought about a poem and all for that ending #making the amateur poetry reading night real and all #who would have guessed life and mine kinda fucking rhyme not me lmao #tuserpris

[pkmnherpetology]

are there any groups of reptile/specific species you personally would really like to see show up in a future game? personally speaking, the one that first comes to mind is sandfish skinks, because I think recent games showed that they could do some really fun stuff vis a vis: reflecting their irl movements

[oh, yes, i've got quite a list. i'm sure i'm missing some, because i really do love a great many species and i cannot list them all off the top of my head, but here's the ones i've written down and a few new additions i just came up with:

-the side-blotched lizard (common, i think? i've had a migraine today, forgive me if this is the wrong species). their fascinating rock-paper-scissors mating strategy opens up a possibility for a pokémon species with three morphs for males and two for females (there is overlap between the morphs, i think females are orange and yellow). please, if you look up anything on this list, let it be these. i am so fascinated by this mating strategy. it would make a great fire-water-grass trio.

-the fish-scale gecko. this gecko genus has the hilarious and slightly disturbing defense mechanism of just…getting naked when it’s upset. it drops its scales and turns into what looks like a raw piece of chicken. a signature ability for this pokémon could be one that causes it to change forms when hit by a physical attack in battle. apparently, they get naked very readily, which is kinda funny to me.

-blunthead tree snakes. reason:

-horned lizards. reason:

fuck you i cast eyeball blood.

-bush vipers (genus atheris). look, they’re just really fucking pretty and pokémon doesn’t have enough snakes and i really like these ones so please put them in the game. look them up, but be wary of photoshopped images. for some reason people really like to alter their colors online, which i don't understand because they're beautiful as is.

-moloch. it just looks cool and i like it.

-a proper whiptail lizard or mourning gecko pokémon. like salazzle, but instead of being a weird femdom mind-control fetish pokémon it’s a normal all-female lizard pokémon species.

-basilisk lizard. come on, don’t tell me you’ve never thought the water-walking lizard wouldn’t make a cool water type. inteleon doesn’t count because he sucks and also i think is mostly based on a veiled chameleon. which are a right pain to work with, by the way. they're very fragile and the one at my previous job irl was rather ill-tempered, he didn't trust any of us younger workers, so my boss did most of his care. he was like, "we're never getting another chameleon, this guy's exhausting."

-komodo dragon. out of all the monitor lizards, this is the most impressive to me. their venom, enormous stature, and cute paws have me enraptured, and i think they could make for a good poison-fighting or poison-dark type pokémon.

-snake-necked turtles. reason:

-boomslangs. one of very few rear-fanged snakes with potent enough venom to kill a human, a juvenile boomslang is responsible for one of my favorite pieces of herpetological history: the death of karl p. schmidt. schmidt was a renowned herpetologist who was sent the live juvenile for identification, i think it was. because boomslang venom wasn't as widely known in the west as it is now, and due to the fact that it was a juvenile (some stories also say that his mistake was due to it being a rear-fanged snake, which are almost all harmless), schmidt did not believe that the snake posed a threat. it bit him, and he recorded his symptoms over the next day before he collapsed and died. allegedly, he also refused treatment for his symptoms because it would interfere with his recordings, but i haven't found a source for this. i have, however, read his notes. they are very matter of fact and awfully calm considering they're all basically like "i pissed blood!" rip karl p. schmidt, you died a fucking insane death.

-bitis genus snakes. they're all so beautiful!

-hognose snakes (genus heterodon, to be clear). these cute, sassy snakes are very clear about their boundaries and are best known for their extremely dramatic fake death display (which btw you should never trigger on purpose) and their cute, upturned noses, but did you know they're also slightly venomous? hognoses are another rear-fanged colubrid, though their venom is so mild its existence was debated for a long time. my boss once allowed one to envenomate him after a mistaken feeding bite just to see what would happen (the answer is not much, even after being envenomated five times all that happened was his finger swelled up and was kind of numb). he did note the similarities between himself and schmidt afterwards. the eastern hognose's venom was apparently once thought to be a result of their diet of toxic toads, which they consume in a rather gruesome manner i won't relate here.

-bighead turtles. reason:

-softshell turtles. they're kind of douchebags, especially the spiny softshell, but i really like them!

-titanoboa. fossil pokémon idea. come on.

thank you for giving me the chance to share this list. i hope you all enjoy these animals.]

#answers #blog details #pokémon

[phantasmalnightmare]

Continued from thread

Gundham's expression turned downcast, at her words, the endless stacks of paper on her desk taking on another meaning. He could piece her unspoken words together, that her week had been no different than his: throwing herself into her work to drown her sorrows, taking little to no respite along the way. By the hint of the whiskey on her breathe, he could tell that she'd had even more assistance in numbing herself than he had, and the guilt immediately hit him.

He tried to brush it off. Surely, she wasn't as bothered by their fight. He knew she cared for him, but there was no way she felt as deeply for him. It was probably just her day to day life as a remnant of despair keeping her down. They all had enough remorse. He didn't quite believe that their quarreling hadn't made things worse for her though. “I quite know that you mean. Since I've woken up, there is much to do, and no time for idle thoughts. Fear not. The Dark Lord needs no rest. Fuhahaha!” The breeder tried to sound confident, not wanting her to know how hard it had been since he'd woken up. He tried to stay busy non-stop, or the flashbacks would start. He would work till he couldn't anymore, his body wrought with exhaustion, but even then when he lay in bed, sleep wouldn't take him. All he could hear were the screams. He wondered if he should remind her that she was a queen and that this crying was unbecoming, just like in the simulation, but in this case, he wasn't going to be executed. He'd been hard on her because he didn't want to die, and he thought he could ease her sorrow at the end at least. He wanted nothing more than to give her the courage to survive the rest of the game and to live on. This time, he wasn't going anywhere. He was able to give her comfort, and he could continue to do so, because he had no intention of leaving her side. Despite his being a Dark Lord, even he needed a good cry from time to time. He'd been doing so more times than he cared to admit after waking up.

He was so sure that Sonia wouldn't want to hug him, that his body tensed, ready for the rejection likely to come. However, not only did she allow him to wrap his arms around her small frame, but she also put her arms around his shoulders. His face turning crimson, he was thankful that she had her head buried into his chest. Although, as she was so close to his heart, surely she would be able to hear how erratically it was skipping. He thought it might beat straight out of his chest at the rate it was pumping, which only added to his embarrassment.

What kind of miscreant was he? Here his friend was, crying. He shouldn't be feeling so elated that she was hugging him like he'd always dreamed of. The Queen smelled of whiskey, tea, and some kind of lavish shampoo, but the smell was nice. Her skin and hair was softer than he'd imagined it would be. As anxious as he felt, he also felt warm and content, as if he belonged right there. “Hah! I did not trust humans long before the simulation, or even as a remnant. I imagine that is how that woman was so easily able to manipulate me.” Between the constant bullying he received throughout his childhood, as well as his abusive father, it was hard to remember ever trusting in people in the first place, though his Mother at least had been loving. That was part of the reason he'd had a preference for animals. “You are different though. Your aura is virtuous. You are also immune to the poison secreted from my body. Otherwise I could never embrace you in such a way.” He tried to explain why he trusted her above the others, suddenly feeling self conscious. “In time, perhaps I will grow to depend on the others as well.”

He wished they could sit like this for the rest of the day. Despite hating to be idle and living a workaholic lifestyle since awakening, for once he felt calm just sitting still. The screaming was quieter than normal, and he suddenly could feel how exhausted he was. All good things come to an end though, and she finally pulled back a bit, her tears now dried for the moment. The feeling of sadness returned a bit as her warmth left him, although she kept her arms around him still, which was unexpected, but he was secretly grateful. He was the type that usually hated physical contact of any kind, so why was it that her touch soothed him so? Gundham thought he'd regained control of his emotions, until she stated with such sincerity that she would open herself to trusting him more. Especially him.

He was suddenly all too aware of how close her face was to his, her eyes peering into mismatched hues. As hard as he tried to reign in his feelings once more, he was certain that his face had reddened to some degree yet again, much to his chagrin. “Y-yes I would like that.” He managed to stammer out, trying to stay focused on the conversation, instead of letting his gaze wander to her lips. He finally pulled his arms away from her, as much as he didn't want to, but he was finding it hard to focus on anything else. “Yes the movies.” He cleared his throat a bit awkwardly, before frowning. There was no way he could take Sonia on a date looking and smelling like he currently did.

“I… uh… I haven't quite finished at the farm for the day.” It wasn't a lie, and as much as he wished he could just take the day off, the animals needed the care he provided. “If time is a construct here, I shall simply arrive back at your abode when the sun dips into the horizon!” He proclaimed. “The theaters seem like a sound location.” He doubted she wanted him in her cabin for so long anyway, just the two of them. It gave him the time he needed to get ready anyway. He stood and headed for the door way. “I shall return, Queen Sonia.” He then headed out of the door and to the farm.

#more-than-a-princess #☾✩☽ Such is the Will of Casualty ----- IC Gundham Tanaka #☾✩☽ Verse: Danganronpa---- Post Neo World Program

[turnupswritessometimes]

Geppetto's Boy - Lies of P - Ch5

AO3 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/54517777/chapters/138571591

Summary: A collection of oneshots set throughout the game, mostly exploring P and Gepetto’s relationship. (But exploring P’s relationships with most of Hotel Krat too.)

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Chapter Five

P continued playing the piano. If Lady Antonia was sat in the room, then she would instruct him. She would find the old, yellowing papers in the great cupboards, and tell him what to play. Her favourites. Then she would sit back, her eyes closed, clearly thinking of other times. Happier times.

P was a quick learner. He found that his fingers did what he wanted them to, and he could remember how a tune went with little trouble. After a few tries, he found he could play new pieces; just like learning a new form of attack with his weapon. He liked this more. Liked sitting down and figuring out how the music should go. It was like a puzzle. It occupied his mind.

And he loved the sound. The soft notes, and how they had a mood. How they could be happy or sad, depending on the piece. How it could explain what he felt inside – even if he wasn’t designed to feel anything at all.

He played when Lady Antonia wasn't there. When the hotel was asleep, but he remained wide awake. Played her favourite pieces, and then his own. Gemini’s lantern sat on the top of the piano, and the cricket shadow moved to watch him.

Sophia visited him, as he played. She stood just behind him, her hand just brushing his shoulder.

"It's beautiful," she murmured.

"I like it," he said. "I like playing it." It gave his fingers something to do. Gave his mind something to focus on.

"Good," she said. "It's good that you have something to make you happy."

P's fingers stilled, on the keys. Their last lingering sound faded away. He looked up, into her big, blue eyes. "Do you play?"

"Only a little." Sophia smiled, then, tucking her hair behind her ear. She looked pretty, like that, he thought; she looked pretty when she thought of something else.

P looked at her. He shifted over, on the piano stool. It was not really big enough for two, but Sophia still perched on the edge. She still put her pale hands on the keys next to his.

She still played alongside him. It was supposed to be a bright song, but somehow, in her hands, she made it sound melancholy.

P looked at her, as she played. Her eyelashes fluttered, as she focused on the keys, her mouth slightly parted. The low light of the gas lamps made her look like a fairy.

"I like that, too," P lied. He didn't like it. It had made him feel a deep ache in his chest; it had made him feel deeply sad, and he hated that feeling. It was a heavy feeling.

Sophia looked up. Her eyes caught the light, and looked as though they had a star trapped within them. "Thank you."

She couldn't tell when he was lying or not. That seemed significant to P. He nodded, his springs whirring again.

He wanted to stop her being melancholy; wanted to see her smile because she was happy. The problem was, she wouldn't admit she was melancholy at all, so he had no idea how to help her.

“How are you?” she asked. Her fingers grazed the back of his hand and he found himself staring at that. She had done it without realising: touched him: as though that was normal. “After…”

“I’m alright, now,” he said. This time, it was only half a lie. He’d recovered; his body was fixed, and his memory dulled. He couldn’t remember of being so scared exactly. But it still worried him to think about. He still thought about what might have happened, if the pulse cell didn’t roll of the table; that still scared him. It still scared him that he’d been caught off guard. That was the benefit of not sleeping, he supposed: he couldn’t have nightmares. “I won’t let it happen again.”

“It wasn’t your fault, clever one,” Sophia said. “You’re not perfect.”

P nodded, but he knew that wasn’t true. He was perfect: he’d been designed to be perfect. He wanted to stay perfect. When he was perfect, his father was happy – and he wanted his father to be happy with him.

Didn’t he?

The next night, it was his father who saw.

P was only aware because Gemini flashed. His eyes had been on the music, his mind focused on how it felt for his fingers to dance across the keys, and the sound of the song. Not what had happened to him.

Gemini's lantern flashed three times, fast, to get his attention. P looked up, his fingers slowing on the keys, to see Geppetto stood in the doorway. He watched P, his monocle catching the light. His expression seemed unreadable. P wasn't sure if he wanted him to stop playing, or not.

But P hadn’t been told to stop, and he wanted to continue. So he did. Turned his attention back to the papers, and finished playing to the end of the page.

His father crossed the room. He heard the muffled footsteps, even as he strove to keep his focus. When he glanced up, he saw his father’s silhouette reflected in Gemini's lantern.

"Did you teach yourself?" Geppetto asked.

P didn't turn around. He wasn't sure why, just knew that it was easier to keep his eyes on the music in front of him. The black lines wavered into each other.

"Lady Antonia taught me," he said. "To begin with."

"I see." His father paused. "And you continued teaching yourself?"

P nodded.

"How interesting." Geppetto sounded amused. When P looked up, he saw that he was half-smiling, again. "You play very well."

It seemed the safest option to say, "Thank you."

"Very well," Geppetto repeated. He leant down, and smoothed P's hair from his brow. He cupped his cheek, keeping it tilted towards him. "But remember there is important work to be done, too. The city needs you to help." P felt a strange pang. He had done something he wanted; something he'd chosen; he'd created something; but it wasn't right. It hadn't made his father happy. His father wanted him to get back onto the streets of Krat; to fight—

"I should destroy?" he asked.

There came that half-laugh again. His father's fingers moved to his chin, tilting it up just a little more, to see his eyes.

"Your job is to protect the city. To make it a safe place."

But P seemed to be doing an lot of destroying; a lot of killing. Puppets and monsters – and humans.

"Yes," he said, his voice soft. "I understand."

"Good boy." And his father smiled again; cupped his cheek again; before he let go. "You're doing very good work. I promise."

And he could leave it there. He could nod again, and say that he was happy to be a good boy; to be Geppetto's boy. After all, it was what he was built for. It was the least he could do, after his father repaired him, and kept him safe. The least he could do after his father had held him, after his abduction. The least he could do when his father cared about him.

"I enjoy playing," he said, knowing it was the wrong thing to say. Knowing that made him less than perfect.

"And I said you play well." Geppetto's smile was indulgent. "Goodnight, son."

It was his father's way of telling him to stop; a gentle, but firm, reminder to go back to his room. So he did. He nodded, and waited until his father's footsteps had disappeared from the room. He put his hands in his lap, so they wouldn't be tempted to touch the keys.

Gemini flashed; the silhouette of him was against the glass. "I like your music."

P smiled at him.

But he still put away the sheet music. 

*

P didn't tell Geppetto about what he saw, in the King of Puppet's lair. He still didn't understand it, himself. The play, he suspected, was important, but the more he turned it over in his mind, the less he understood.

He decided to walk back to the hotel, instead of using the pocket watch Sophia gave him; he wanted the time to think. It was raining – it always seemed to be raining, in Krat. The rain flattened his hair to his scalp, and sat heavily on top of his coat. It chipped away at the oil coating his legion arm. He wiped at it, with his fingers, trying to get the worst of it off. Suddenly, he didn't want to sit in that ornate chair anymore. Didn't want to sit still and have his father fuss around him. To clean him up, like a child with a doll, asking those probing questions. Whatever answer P gave didn't seem to satisfy him. He wanted something specific, and P didn’t know what.

His shoes echoed on the pavement. He walked slowly, delaying his return.

Gemini's chirp was quieter than usual. He chirped twice, as though he was trying to get P's attention before speaking. He looked down, to show he’d heard.

"It wouldn't hurt to talk to Geppetto," he said. "Would it?"

P considered. He rested his fingers on the loop of Gemini's lantern, to keep him steady. "I do not think he would answer properly."

Gemini paused too. "He's pretty good at talking and talking and talking, but not actually saying anything, huh?"

P looked at him. He knew someone else like that.

Gemini’s light pulsed. His silhouette twitched. "What?"

P continued, dragging his gaze back up to the street. It was worse than deserted. The few puppets he could see where huddled in doorways like tramps, like their strings had been cut, lost without their king.

"Anyway," Gemini continued. "Don't you think that play was the wrong way round? If Geppetto built you, then surely, he would be putting the Ergo into the you puppet, and not taking it out, right?"

"My parts are replaceable," P spoke without really considering it, but it was true. He'd lost a couple of mechanical fingers in a skirmish. They'd been replaced. One of his P-organs had malfunctioned. It had been replaced entirely. "That includes my heart."

Gemini's chirp was slower, more thoughtful. His silhouette pressed against the glass. "But, your heart is what makes you, well, you."

P knew that. He tried to listen to his springs; to pick out the tick, tick of his heart. It was more difficult, now Geppetto had altered them. It had been even more difficult to hear, lately.

He turned a corner. He could see Hotel Krat at the end of the street, but he couldn't feel relief. Even though he needed repairs; one ankle wasn't working right, and there was a dullness in his arm. He needed repairs, but he didn’t want to go home.

"Say, pal," Gemini kept talking. "Suppose you had to give up your heart to save someone else? Would you do it?"

P could not explain why, but the idea left him feeling cold. (When had he felt warm enough to feel cold?) It felt as though every spring inside him had jammed. Give up his heart for someone else. Would it even be his choice? Was he really not bound by even the first of the Grand Covenant? Could he disobey his father, if he told him to?

Even if he wasn’t bound – could he disobey his father?

He didn't know. And he thought a puppet should know – or at least, shouldn't be able to think enough to not know things. And he realised, the longer he was here, the more he explored, the more questions he had. There were only more things that appeared confusing.

"Sorry, that's a silly question," Gemini said, mostly to himself. "Like that would ever happen."

"You haven't answered the question, either," P said. He stopped, to roll his shoulder back, but it didn't ease his discomfort. It felt as though it didn’t sit right, in the socket.. "Of what the play meant."

"Maybe it didn't mean anything at all. Maybe it was just the king of puppets messing with you. Let’s go with that answer. I like that answer."

P stayed quiet.

The King of Puppets. The way it had reached for him. He'd thought it was because it had wanted to recruit him; because it recognised that he was a puppet, too, and wanted him to join them. Wanted him to go into a frenzy too. (P couldn't go into a frenzy; Geppetto had told him that. He repeated it to himself, whenever he felt distant from who he was.) And the idea of that – the idea of losing himself completely, and killing anything that moved, disgusted him. The idea of being the king of puppet's puppet was awful.

(But then, he was Geppetto's puppet, wasn't he? That’s what the Black Rabbit had called him.)

But then, was that what frenzied puppets did? Had there been a higher goal? Was there something he was missing? If there was something he was missing, then did it even matter? They were killing to reach their goal. To save the city.

(P was killing to save the city.)

There was so little he understood.

And then the shell of the king of puppets had fallen away. What had been inside was much more like him. Was shaped like him and smooth like him; without the obvious marks of puppetry that Pulcinella and Polendina. He'd been like P, and he’d been damaged.

He'd been looking at P.

Really looking at him.

In the same way that Geppetto sometimes looked at him. As if he wanted something from P that P was holding back; as if he was being obtuse about holding it back. He still didn't know what that thing was.

There had been a moment, when he was sure the King of Puppets didn't want to fight him. There had been a moment, where he hadn't felt his springs at all. It had all felt different.

"You're very quiet, today."

P blinked. He was sat in the very chair he’d wanted to avoid. Geppetto was over him, and his chest cavity was open. He didn't move; he didn’t dare, when his father had tools inside him. He stared at the half-open door. It was solid, shining wood. He didn’t remember the details of arriving back; he’d automatically arrived headed to his father’s room, and sat down in the chair.

"I'm tired," he said. He wasn't sure if it was a lie, because how could he know what tired felt like?

His father laughed. There was a click, and his shoulder felt right again.

"Spoken like a real boy," Geppetto said. "You mean you need fixing, and rest."

"Yes." Because what else could he say? That must be what he meant. His father would know.

"Was it a difficult battle?"

His mind was back on that moment. When the true king of puppets stood in the shell of himself, looking at P like that, even as his skin smoked. How his lips parted, as though he was going to say something, before realising P wouldn’t be able to understand. He didn’t understand the language the puppets spoke.

"Son?"

"It was long."

"But you were capable. More than capable, because you're back here. You are a good fighter.” He was rewarded with a half-smile from Geppetto. “Tell me, is there anything I can do to make it easier for you? Shall I talk to Venigni?"

P knew that he didn't want to talk about upgrades anymore. This must be what tired felt like; he just wanted to be left alone. He didn't even think he wanted Gemini with him.

He shook his head. Listened to the sound of his back panel being closed. His ankle and arm had been fixed. But he still didn't feel up to fighting again.

"Let me know if there's anything you need." Geppetto put a hand on his shoulder. It was an effort for P to look up at him. It was an image so horribly similar to the play that he felt the urge to put a hand over his heart. He clenched his fists, slowly, instead, focusing on the feeling. "Anything, to keep you safe and whole."

He could only nod. He wanted to be out of this room. Suddenly it was what he wanted more than anything.

He'd been cleaned. When he said he was going to rest, he wasn't challenged. He was allowed to get up, and drift down the hall. There was so much to think about, and yet so little that he understood.

The cat was in the hall, just ahead of him, twining herself around the legs of one of the tables.  P knelt down, and held out his hand to Spring again. She stepped forward, this time, and touched her tiny, pink nose to his fingers.

She rubbed her head against them. Stepped closer. Let him run his hand over her small head and down her back. She arched her spine into the touch.

And again.

P felt a small smile. He liked the cat. Liked watching the cat move, and liked feeling the cat move against him. Liked that the cat liked him a little more now.

She didn’t stay. She darted off down the hall, leaving P in front of his own rooms. They called it his room, but the bed had never been slept in and the chairs scarcely used. Still, he wanted it now. He wanted to be away from his father's gaze. He had his scraps of paper in here; the whistle he’d found; the medals he’d collected.

He unclipped Gemini from his belt. Shod his coat. Lay on the bed and stared at the ceiling.

He couldn’t sleep. That was a fact of being a puppet. He could think, but his mind only went in circles, like a dog chasing its tail. So, he didn't think about the King of Puppets, at all. Instead, he thought about butterflies. He thought about cats. He thought about the beach he could see from the highest windows of the hotel. He thought about the ocean.

He thought that a puppet had no business thinking these things at all.

*

P’s hair had grown.

His hair had grown and he was sure his face had changed a little, too. Eugenie said he looked older, somehow.

"I am older," he said. It had been a month since he’d awoken: he was older than he’d ever been.

"I don't just mean older by a few days, or weeks. I mean – years older."

It had happened when he showed Sophia the medallion he’d taken from the King of Puppets. In truth, he’d hadn’t wanted to look at it. It had been such an effort to move, after his father had mended him, and his mind had been whirring toom much. It was only when it dug into his hip, as he lay on the bed, that he’d remembered. He examined it in the starlight. (He hadn’t bothered to turn on the gas lamps.)

He knew it was strange that Sophia was still awake at that time; it had been strange that she played the piano with him so late. Everyone else had gone to bed, but she stood by the Stargazer, as usual. Her gaze had been distant; wistful.

P showed her the amulet. They had spoken, and she had been shocked at whatever expression he made. (It was getting harder, he found, to control what his face was doing; to translate the meaning of his own expressions as easily as he did everyone else’s.) She’d been shocked he could do that, and she’d said he was changing. She’d said it was good. He didn’t know about that; it didn’t always feel good.

There was no way to go back though, he thought. He was changing, he had changed, and that was indisputable. He would have to continue down this path.

Geppetto didn't see right away. He was working at his desk, his monocle jammed tightly into his eye. He barely glanced up, as he said, "I'll be with you in a moment, son."

P nodded, though he couldn't be seen, and started across the room. He intended to wait in front of his father's desk, to ask questions. The right questions. Questions relating to Krat and its land, not the questions that plagued his mind like wasps.

But then his father looked up.

The quill he was using didn’t drop to the page, but it did waver. Trembled, a little, as though it was caught in a breeze.

P kept silent; if he didn’t know what the right thing to say was, then he found it was best, with his father, to stay silent. He watched the quill, as Geppetto examined him. His hair had grown to just above his shoulders; not quite so curly, anymore. It had happened all at once, with that horribly strange feeling he’d gotten, when he saw the amulet.

“Well, this is unforeseen,” he said, finally, as though the words had been weighed carefully. Geppetto stood, slowly, as though it pained him, and stepped around the desk. “And an interesting development.”

P nodded. Half-nodded. His longer hair shifted with the movement, grazing his shoulders.

“Tell me, how did this happen?” Geppetto’s hands hovered near his shoulders, but for once, they didn’t take hold. As though he didn’t want to. P felt a spring pang inside him.; he wasn’t sure if he was upset by that, or relieved.

He knew he couldn’t explain about the King of Puppets. It would be explaining about the play, and the pull he’d felt at seeing the King’s true form. He told a half-truth, instead, “I was speaking to Sophia.”

“Who?” His father was absentminded. He took a lock of P’s dark hair, staring at it as though it could explain itself. He shook his head, dismissively. “What were you discussing?”

“Puppets.”

“I see.” He let the hair fall back to place. Geppetto stepped around him, as though he was looking for more changes. P didn’t turn. He clenched and unclenched his fingers, focusing on the movement. “Tell me, son, have you been telling lies?”

It was only half accusatory. Mostly, it was curious.

P took a moment to reply. “Sophia said there are hurtful lies, and kind lies. I tell kind lies, sometimes.”

Gemini flickered at his side, because that was also a lie. He found himself telling kind lies quite often. He lied a lot.

“Explain a kind lie to me.” Geppetto was at his other side now.

“Lady Antonia asked if she was still like her portrait.” He watched the quill, where it had been set on the book. It had left a smudge on the page, where ink had still been in the nib. “I said yes.”

Hands took his cheeks. Geppetto’s hands. They turned him, gently, and he could only look at the man’s face for a moment. The expression there was too much; too soft, too bright; too open; it was like looking directly at a fireplace. He stared at the curves of his scarf instead, feeling faintly warm.

Perhaps he was overheating.

“You’re a good boy, son.” The hands pressed tighter, for a moment. “You’re precious.”

He tried to nod, but didn’t quite manage it. His head only seemed to twitch. He felt warmer, felt as though he was overheating. As though something was very wrong inside him. This was the right thing to do after all; he’d done the right thing. This was pride; he’d made his creator proud. His father proud.

He wanted to keep doing that.

But then Geppetto brushed his hair back, behind his ear, and said, “Sit, and I will cut it back to how it was.” “No,” P said it immediately. Before he could stop himself; which seemed to be happening more and more. He ducked his chin, and it made his hair fall back into place, again. He liked it there; liked that it hid his face.

He saw the new expression on Geppetto’s face, though it was only there for a moment. Annoyance. It annoyed him to be refused like that. But then he seemed to channel it into something more akin to amusement.

“So, you prefer this new style?”

He asked like it was strange for P to prefer anything. He supposed it should have been. He nodded.

“It will get in the way when you’re fighting.”

“I will tie it back,” he lied.

His father seemed to know that. His eyes narrowed. But he didn’t press the point further. Only sighed through his nose and adjusted his monocle. “Very well. Why don’t I take another look at your arm, instead?”

He let him do that. It seemed only fair. He eased himself onto the familiar chair, and watched Gemini’s pulsing amber light, instead. He did not look at the portrait hung on the wall. He would not look at it. The wooden nose growing out of it had been getting longer and longer. The end had been hacked off; there was a jaggedness to it that suggested a blunt knife, and wood chips on the floor.

He didn’t look at the portrait, and the boy who looked like him. Still looked very much like him, but at least there was one difference now.

At least P’s hair was different.

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[pythonees]

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ THREES A CROWD — embry & paul

WARNINGS: you might have to re-read the series because it's been so long (my bad)

A/N: I am so so so sorry about my sudden hiatus. I haven't been doing all to well this past year (though I honestly think it's been for much longer) and it's been very draining cycling through medications that don't work. But I have been having a good patch this last week and decided I wanted to tackle the hell that is transferring chapters from wattpad to tumblr.

nine ˖⋆࿐໋₊

The three of you are sitting on the ground in the middle of your room. Between you is your now half-eaten pizza, dessert, and cans of soda. The boys look at you expectantly, waiting for an explanation on what had been happening the last few days. With a sigh, you put down your slice of pizza, ripping off a piece from the paper towel roll you had next to you to clean off the grease on your fingers.

"Its been happening since Tuesday," You mumble, unable to look either of them in the eye, "I was on the bus home when I first saw the eyes. I didn't think anything of it at first, I figured it was just a trick of the light, you know? But then on the way home, I think I was hallucinating? Everyone on the bus looked demonic. Like, their eyes turned black and they were just staring at me. I looked away for a second, and when I looked back everyone went back to normal."

"It happened again today, the eyes, but I know it wasn't a trick of the light or just stress. I could see the outline of their face, but couldn't make out who it was. But I know what I saw!" Towards the end, you start to get a little hysterical, desperately wanting them to believe you. The boys don't say anything for a second, casting each other a quick glance before they turn back to you.

"Okay, so, don't freak out," Embry starts, and you let out a frustrated groan, "but I think that leech has powers." It takes you a second to register what Embry said. You stare at him blankly, and he stares right back, starting to fidget when you don't say anything, "Hey-"

"You didn't think to tell me at that stupid meeting that vampires have powers?!"

"In my defence-"

"What? In what world does not telling me they have powers make any sense?" You glare at Embry, waiting for a response when you remember something else, "Do the Cullens have powers?"

The silence in the room is deafening. Embry looks vaguely scared, but thankfully Paul jumps in, putting down his slice of pizza. "Three of them, not all."

Taking a deep breath, you will yourself to calm down enough to ask, "Who?"

Embry chimes in again, a look of guilt on his face, "Edward can read minds, Alice can see the future, and Jasper can feel and control emotions. From what the elders have said, it's not very common for the cold ones to have powers, we just got unlucky."

You nod along to his explanation, relaxing when Embry mentions the rarity of powers. Taking a deep breath, you lean back against your bed. You grab the box of dessert sitting next to you, pulling apart the warm, cinnamon sugar covered bread with a satisfied hum.

While trying to open up the small tub of icing with one hand, you gesture to the tv stand with the other, "Now that we have this all figured out, wanna watch a movie?"

The boys abandon their slices of pizza to go looking through your movies, quickly cleaning their hands off. The two bicker over what film to watch, going back and forth until they decide on some action movie that you didn't even know you had.

When the boys turn back around, they both make a beeline to you, settling on either side as they waited for the DVD to start.

The three of you settle in comfortably once the movie starts, but only after a couple of minutes of you trying to figure out how to snuggle into both of them without asking them to move closer, both of their phones go off one right after the other. With a drawn-out groan, Embry pulls out his phone, since his went off first, reading through the message. He's silent for a moment, then lets out a pained sound.

"What?" Paul and you both ask, shooting each other playful looks quickly before turning to look at Embry.

"Jake is really starting to get annoying," Embry whines, pockets his phone as he stands up, with Paul wordlessly following his lead, "He's trying to disobey Alpha orders, so now we all have to go on patrol as punishment."

You scramble to stand as well, following them to your window as you smooth out your clothes. You move in closer than what's probably acceptable, but both boys seem to lose the tension in their bodies at your closeness.

"Give him hell for me, okay?"

You get an amused snort from Embry, and a muttered, "he'll be wishing for hell," from Paul.

Turning to the still open window, Paul is about to climb through when you tell them to wait. Both Embry and Paul turn to look at you, no doubt about to ask what wrong, but you're quick to cut them off.

You're somehow able to wrap your arms around them both, though your arms don't get very far. With one arm around each of their waists, you pull them into an awkward group hug. It takes a second, but they relax into it fully, arms moving to wrap around you.

The combined heat is nearly too much but somehow not enough at the same time. It makes you feel safe in a way you didn't know was possible, or that you even knew you needed.

"Please be careful," You mumble into their chest, squeezing your arms around them before reluctantly letting them both go. Their hands linger as they also pull away, looking like they would rather stay there then go out on patrol.

A close howl catches their attention, causing the boys to groan in unison.

"Sam won't let us do our patrol near your house, since you'll be a 'distraction'," Embry says, voice dripping in annoyance, "but Jared will be nearby, so you'll be safe."

With that, both the boys are gone, Paul jumping out the window first, followed quickly by Embry. You lean out the window to watch the two as they run off into the trees, wishing that they could have stayed there with you for just a little longer.

They pass by a wolf just barely seen through the dark, who you guess is Jared. You give him a quick wave, ducking back into your room to finish your work before turning in for the night.

©︎ pythonees — do not, under any circumstance, repost, plagiarize, modify or translate my work.

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[playthelaughtrack]

A Rabbit and a Mouse Walk Onto a Movie Set...

Updates and Announcements.

Hey y'all! I've been writing off and on for this fic, and wanted to drop a bit of behind-the-scenes information.

First off, as I am both a student and a working actor, I write for this fic in between classes, rehearsals, and auditions. Thank you all for your patience thus far!

Second, this fic will be posted here and on my AO3 account, playthelaughtrack. New chapters will appear on AO3 before they are uploaded here!

And finally, I've rewritten this first chapter so many times, amd I think I've finally latched onto a start I like. That being said, if you'd like to read a non-canon, previous part of the first chapter, it will be under the cut below! I felt like it was a bit too bland of an intro for the silly tone I wanted to set, but it's an interesting read nonetheless. I hope you enjoy this little crumb while I desperately try and finish this thing lmao

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It's almost comforting, in a way to be as exhausted as you currently were. After all, less sleep meant more work was done, more hours well spent! Or, at least, that's what you liked to tell yourself. Maybe it was for your own conscience, to convince yourself that not only was horribly messing up your sleep schedule a normal thing, but also was what made you so successful.

That, or you were too tired to rationalize anything better. Probably a mixture of both.

As writers stumbled into the room, you could tell they felt the same way— eyebags, sleepy yawns, and cups of various caffeinated drinks were donned by every person present. That was the life of a working creative.

As soon as everyone is settled, you stand up from your chair at the end of the table. The room falls into a hush.

"Thank you, everyone, for coming in this morning," You begin, stepping towards the whiteboard hanging on the back wall. "I know this film's had more than a few rough spots, but we're going to pull through. You all need to be working double time— yeah, yeah, I know. Whoever groaned in the back, I felt that. But it's gotta be done! With the arrival of Bugs and Mickey—"

WIth that, you pin a piece of paper onto the board from the company CEO, ordering that the film would feature multiple cameos from big name toon stars to generate more income at the box office. The room erupts into chaos. The Bugs Bunny and the Mickey Mouse?

It wasn't uncommon, per say, to hear those two names in the same breath. The pair of faces from rival cartoon studios were constantly the main topics of cartoon critics everywhere, endlessly debating over who had the best ratings, characters, gags, merchandising… you couldn't help but wonder how the two actors personally felt about this silent competition.

A part of you felt weirdly sentimental about it. Clawing your way to the top, stepping on so many toes to get where you were, working long days and nights was just the way of life for a famous director, like yourself, to make it anywhere.

It wasn’t uncommon to antagonize other directors, writers, anyone whenever they got a little too good. But in a sense, it was almost admirable. The dedication put into every aspect of creating was enough to wear even the most determined souls down. You shake your head to rid yourself of the thought… There was business to discuss.

No use in wasting time to romanticize it.

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You awoke the next morning to the usual sounds of falling anvils and fire alarms, taking a good look around your on-studio home— you wouldn’t consider yourself messy, but there was a good amount of takeout boxes in your trash bin accented wonderfully with stray bits of clothes scattered about. Home decor at it’s finest, really.

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[the-stained-glazier]

FNAF SB: Broken AU

Chapter 1: The start of a journey

Part 2

After a moment the source of the stomps finally revealed himself, he was non other than the mascot of the pizzaplex himself glamrock Freddy.

"Good evening officer Vanessa!" Said the animatronic bear optimistically. "Good evening Freddy. This is our new security guard, his name is Gregory and—" Vanessa was cut off as someone started talking to her through her walkie-talkie "Vanessa here.... mhm... yeah..... ok copy that." She sighed as she put her walkie-talkie in its place before finally speaking " Sorry Gregory... apparently a late shipment of spare parts just arrived and they need me to be there in the loading dock to open the exit in case it closes." (Under her breath) "just one more thing to deal with..." "Anyway Freddy should be able to introduce you to the others and give you a tour.... I'm off now." They both watched her as she left before turning to face each other."H-Hello I'm Gregory. It's nice to meet you!"

"Hello officer Gregory! It's a pleasure to meet you too! Unfortunately.. I won't be able to introduce you to the others, they're still in parts and service for maintenance. Until then let us start the tour." Said Freddy with a smile on his face.

"Please just call me Gregory."

The duo then started the tour with Freddy showing Gregory around the pizzaplex, and getting to know each other more until they reached the utility tunnels.

"Where are we?" Asked Gregory who stopped paying attention to where they were going in the middle of the tour, he was more focused on his conversation with Freddy.

"We are now under the pizzaplex. These utility tunnels connect all the attractions."

"We can go anywhere in the building?"

"Correct. Fazer Blast, Monty Golf, Roxy Raceway. They are all accessible to S.T.A.F.F. - with high enough clearance of course."

They kept talking as they made their way up the stairs and into the hallway that would lead them to a security office then into the lobby.

*This place is so big, it's amazing! But..what if I mess up, o-or forget something, what if I drop my security badge . I..I can't do any mistakes on my first night.* thought Gregory to himself. He started to lightly pick on his nail. He would always do that or tear a tissue or a piece of paper if he had one in his hands unconsciously whenever he got stressed.

Luckily Freddy caught on to this and decided to reassure him " We're now in one of the security offices. Take this. It is a novelty Freddy Fazwatch."

"Oh thank you."

"Do you see the interface on the security desk. Try and activate security protocols."

It took a moment for Gregory to figure out what Freddy meant before realizing that his Fazwatch was now connected to the security camera system and how to operate it without further instructions. This made him feel more relaxed knowing he was getting the hang of it.

"Well done superstar! I mean... Gregory. I apologize." The bear wanted to encourage the young security guard but slipped and called him superstar instead of his name. Then apologized thinking he would have somehow offended him. Gregory was caught off gaurd, he wasn't expecting this kind of encouragement at all.

"No, no it's fine really. I don't mind." (Under his breath) "I won't mind if you call me that again." As wierd as it might seem, he really wanted to be called superstar again. It felt as if it was filling a hole left there by.......

As they went to the main lobby, Freddy stopped, apparently was notified of something. He then turned to Gregory. "Good news Gregory. The others have finished their routine maintenance and are waiting for us at the Atrium. Let us go."

While they were making their way to the Atrium, something caught the corner of Gregory's eye for a second. In the direction of the desk with the glamrocks' cutout where people would normally get their complementary tickets was the sentence DON'T TRUST THEM repeated over and over on the wall,desk and the cutout. They had a glitched appearance and dripping from it was some sort of dark liquid, the cutout looked different. It displayed nightmarish versions of Roxanne, Montgomery and Chica, Freddy however, didn't have a nightmarish form like the others, instead his eyes were completely black with the same liquid dripping from them like tears, his smile disappeared completely and he was shades of grey as if he was a ghost . However when Gregory immediately turned his head to look at the horrific sight.... there was nothing there. The cutout displayed the glamrocks in their cartoonish, hand-drawn look that everyone was familiar with and there was not a single word anywhere except the sign that said 'Get a complimentary entry pass!'

Gregory barely saw it, he didn't catch all the details except the sentence, but was alerted nonetheless. With a cold chill running down his spine, looked at Freddy. Apparently the bear didn't see anything. The security guard calmed down and thought that he was seeing things, that he was either tired or extremely stressed because this would be his first job. It wasn't a new thing to imagine things but this felt different, extreme even.

"Is everything ok Gregory?" Asked Freddy.

Gregory shook it off immediately"Don't worry it's nothing, maybe I'm just a little worried to meet the others. I'm not so good at first introductions."

"Do not worry. I'm sure they'll like you." Said with a smile as if he was a father reassuring his child. "Now, let us go."

The feeling returned again, that same feeling when he was called superstar. He felt a sense of comfort.

They both started making their way to the Atrium, but before leaving the area they were in Gregory looked back at the place where he saw the writings *You're just seeing things, that's all* he thought one last time before finally leaving.

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