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mxvladdy · 3 years

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Good hell, your True Form series is the absolute best! (and totally canon for me tbh). I saw that we can drop you a prompt and I wanted to ask, if you can do one where the obey boys comfort an Mc who lost someone dear to them? It's totally alright if you dont want to! I hope you are having safe and healthy days!

Thankie anon! I hope you are well too! My condolences if you have lost someone ;.; I hope you like this and I’m stoked you like my True Form series!

Diavolo

Loss is not a new concept to him. Like many on the student council, he is well versed in it. The emotional strain can be numbing, and was numbing to him at one point in his life. He can’t really remember it now though. When was the last time he actually felt grief over a fallen companion?

But humans are different. Time is a scant commodity to mortals. Lose could stick to a human for their entire lifetime. When you come to him he is distraught. He hates seeing you in any form of discomfort. The best he can offer you is his undivided attention and shoulder if you need it. He is actually full of comforting and wise words from all the lifetimes he has experienced.

If you need time topside he’ll arrange a portal for you and you just take all the time you need. His program is not more important than family in his eyes. If you would like him to accompany you then he shall gladly. Sends the biggest, yet most tasteful flower arrangement to the funeral home and to the gravestone.

Barbatos

Probably has the hardest time relating to such a concept. The finite idea of time is something he struggles to conceptualize. Unless he physically wipes someone from the planes of existence he can, to a certain extent, simply find them in another stream.

He knows not to offer or bring up that idea to you. You don’t ask him to either. His abilities have ironically a time and a place. This situation is not one of those. It upsets you but there is nothing you can do about it.

He will distract you instead, taking you on errands and shopping trips around the Devildom. He will indulge your human curiosity under his watchful eyes. Then, he will take you to the kitchens and brew you something strong. If you need to vent while he cooks please feel free, he wants to listen. Nothing you say or do will pass through this room.

Solomon

Being human, and yet not, he understands the most out of everyone. He has loved and lost a great deal in his lifetimes. Some of which is still a raw wound on his heart. He is very much someone who will avoid talking about his feelings or things that dredge up his past failings.

If you come to him he will give you coping skills and drag you around the Devildom to take your mind off of your thoughts. He’ll take you for walks or to the woods. Is it dangerous? Yes. But the distraction of self-preservation has always worked for him.

During all of this, he will check in on you. If none of his tactics work he’ll cave, taking you to sit on the nearest comfortable surface. He’ll ask you little things about them or your relationship and reply in kind, albeit stiffly. It’s-nice. Some human bonding he didn’t expect. In a way, you both console each other.

Luke

He’s an angel in training. He can help! Simone has been teaching him! He’s excited but knows he has to tone it down. He’ll recite all the verses and words of wisdom he’s picked up from Simone and Michael.

He’ll sulk a little if it doesn’t help. Well, that’s fine, he will just have to study harder for you! Till then he’ll try other methods. He’s goto is homemade cakes and hugs. He will want you to help baking (he can’t reach the top oven shhhhh).

You naturally take over after a while, and as time in the kitchen progresses you teach him a few recipes that your late loved ones had taught you or were their favorites. It makes you feel better, it’s cathartic. The smell reminds you of home. Luke will memorize each recipe and will make them for you whenever he thinks you're feeling down.

Simone

The first to offer you his condolences and a warm hug. He is very vigilant of you and your mood for weeks after you had confided in him of your loss. His words of wisdom and experience with working with souls were more comforting than with Luke.

He will ask Diavolo to take you outside of the Devildom. Just you, Luke, and himself. You may pick where. Whether it be the mortal realm or the celestial one. If you decide you want to go back home to visit your old stomping grounds then that is where they will go.

You lead him around your familiar territory, pointing out where you and yours would hang out. He’ll buy you things from their favorite stores if you allow it. Humans are sentimental and if a little bobble or trinket will soften the pain in your eyes then it is worth more than gold. Will visit the grave with you to place the things you bought on it. If you allow it will pray from them too.

Lucifer

He lashes out at first when you come to him. It makes him feel vulnerable, his pack mark is infused with your storm of emotions. He brushes off your feelings and bristles at you trying to seek comfort in him. Familiar loss is a very touchy subject to him and bringing those feelings back to the surface for him hurts in ways he does not want to remember. It takes Simone politely (or not) reminding him it’s not about him and perhaps swallowing a bit of his pride would help you both.

He will come to you in the dead of night. He just opens up and talks to you. He’ll sit on the floor of your room with his back resting on your bed and share memories. You both laugh and recount the good, bad, and some ugly memories. You give each other great words of advice and comfort too. You fall asleep holding his hand with a soft smile on your face. Your tears have dried up hours ago. He leaves you to rest feeling lighter and closer to you in the long run.

If you invite him to the wake he will join without hesitation and hold your hand the whole time.

Mammon

He will cry with you. Seeing you like this makes him think back to the fall, it’s a lot for him. He’ll take you out drinking. It’s how he copes aside from gambling and other reckless things. Turns you into the responsible party of the night. It keeps you busy though that's for sure and side-tracked. Though, he will notice when you are uncomfortable and dips from the casinos to lead you somewhere quiet. He’ll pass a bottle between the two of you and talk about anything that comes to mind. He is bad at opening up in public. But alone and drunk, he has a bleeding heart.

He slips into his big brother persona pretty quickly once you two are alone. He may be a goofball around the others but he can be serious when the time calls for it.

He will ask all sorts of questions about them. He wants to know all about them if you are willing. He loves learning about your life and wants to make it better if he can. He will listen with rapt attention and interrupt only to laugh or ask a question. He swears over a greasy plate of food he bought you both at Hell’s kitchen to sober you that if you want him at the wake just ask.

Leviathan

For someone who usually stumbles over his words when you come to him for comfort, he is surprisingly eloquent. He’ll be uncomfortable with physically comforting you until you expressly ask for it.

He’ll try to distract you with video games and asinine conversations while you rest your head on his shoulder and watch. If you’re ok with it he’ll also drape his tail across your lap. The best hug he can give you while his hands are busy with his controller.

He wasn't very close to Lilthe compared to some of the other brothers but he’ll exchange little funny memories he has with you or some cringe-worthy ones to hear you laugh. Between the dim light of his room and the blue glow of his fish tank, you chat until you fall asleep. He doesn’t mind and lets you doze, still filling the dead air with little stories.

Satan

Ah...You have his sincerest condolences. It pains him to admit it but he has never truly felt loss for someone before. Things, yes. A loss of a good book, either stolen by Mammon or destroyed in a fit of rage by himself. He knows that feeling-but those aren’t the same and he knows that it is an ill-suited comparison.

He’ll lend you his ear though. Listen to whatever you have to say, or if you need to cry it out. His arms are always open for you. If you get angry he can help with that. He knows how to channel it all to be productive or temper it so you don’t burn yourself out while you process your emotions.

He-like Levi- will give you sage advice or find just the right words of comfort you need. During the school week if you need a break he will gladly take extra notes or turn in your assignments for you while you take some time off. He will give you some books from his personal library too after an off-handed comment about your late loved ones' favorite genre or author. They are yours if they make you happy.

Asmodeus

Sympathy tears like Mammon. He’ll listen with rapt attention and coo over you. Very touchy when he senses you are troubled. He’ll stroke your hair and let you dumb whatever weighs heavy on your heart. Hugs are the best way he knows how to comfort you.

He doesn’t try to distract you from your grief or your emotions. He knows all too well what happens when one bottles up their emotions for too long. Nasty business that. But, if you want a distraction just ask. He'll give you one. Something nice and (hopefully relaxing) maybe a night out perhaps? Or if you want to stay in he’ll pop in a movie or playlist of your choice and stay quiet. You spend the night in enjoying the physical closeness and no need to express yourself or exert energy trying to vocalize your feelings. He’ll bring out his best snack for the movies too, only the best chocolates and dried fruits for you to munch on.

If you have to plan the funeral or wake he will be there every step of the way if you want him to. He can take the reins if you are just too emotionally drained to do it. If you have ideas or plans for it he will follow them to the letter, no questions asked.

Beelzebub

It’s a lot for him. Even though his sister’s death was a millennia ago it’s still fresh in his mind. But he is strong and will do anything in his power to be there for you. The best way he knows how to cope with such pain is to exercise. If you want to, he will take you to the gym and train with you. Let you tire yourself out on a punching bag or weights.

He doesn’t have many words to say so he will just listen. The best partner for this really, you could go on for hours and he would just sit there and truly listen. He won’t judge how you cope, whether it is wailing or you just trying to act normally around campus. He will be a little bit more clingy after you tell him the news. He knows the tells of a breakdown from his twin so he wants to make sure you are not close to one.

If you invite him to the wake he will stay in the back and offer emotional support. Afterward, he’ll walk you around the local neighborhood and ask questions sporadically about how you're doing. Back at school, he will take notes to you and homework if you don’t feel like going in person.

Belphegor

Stays up with you at night if you can’t sleep due to stress or sadness. You can stay up in his room with him as long as you like and do whatever you need to get through this. Stay up or sleep with him though the day is fine. Though, if you stay up too long he will use the pack mark to make you rest. He keeps a close eye on you like his twin does.

He keeps you up in his attic room with him during the school day. Online classes are a thing and he will keep you content and warm with him till you feel up to snuff. He is smart but just lazy, though if you just can’t get the work done he’ll do it for you to turn in. Whatever, you need a break anyway.

He will fill the dead air while you rest with stories of when he would venture to the human realm with his siblings. He likes to hear stories of your childhood and adventures you had with your loved one too. He won’t offer to go to the human realm with you for the wake. But he will give you an elegant star themed decoration for the gravesite if you allow it.

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allbrainrot · 3 years

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Hi! First, i love your writing🥺 Now to the point. How about felix, sylvain and dimitri pinning after the female reader? We are basically yeeting ingrid and placing a fem reader instead😂 Like, they are childhood friends and the three of them have had a lovestruck for her since they were kids? And now they just end up fighting for her love or smth? Either hdcns or an scenario is fine! You can pick whichever you wish! However if you dont want to write this req please dont feel forced to! Love u🥺

Thank you so much!! 🖤 And yes, you got it! Bye Ingrid LMAO 😎😎 I write pre timeskip wayyy better so I’m gonna just say that reader is 18 (i don’t write NSFW or anything but age is still a thing lol) so that they’re in between the ages of Dimi + Felix & Sylvain and it works out, hope you don’t mind! I love you too anon 🥺

- Dimi is probably the first one to catch feels when they’re kids! Felix does too but he’s kinda just like wtf is this??? until someone teases him about it. Sylvain is quite ✨special✨ with romance but I think he’d be inclined to trust you a lot more because you’ve known him since you were teeny tiny before you even knew wtf a crest was! So he probably also catches feels when you’re kids but then he goes through his whole girl phase SIGH

- None of them realize their predicament until they all see you again at the officer’s academy together. I wouldn’t say they’re super obvious about it, but they’re teenagers (well Syl isn’t but shhhhh) who all like the same person so they’re going to pick up on each other’s crushes while reader remains ignorant. It’s not an issue that needs to be addressed immediately, but they’re all watching each other cautiously.

- Syl would have a massive head start on flirting with you, but he’s faced with the big issue that you don’t believe he’s being genuine and brush him off. Felix is constantly challenging you to duels to get close to you and also have alone time with you, although the other 2 will occasionally ruin his plans and insist on joining. Ah man bby Dimitri would probably come across as a little overbearing because he’s very protective of you and is constantly offering to do things for you. He’s just a mother hen that’s whipped for you and doesn’t know any other way to express it!

- When it comes to the 4 of you sitting together at lunch or in class, Sylvain is the worst. He’s very aware that his competition is far less bold than him, and so he’s making sure he’s always closest to you. Will squish as close to you as humanly possible HE WOULD DEADASS PUT YOU IN HIS LAP IF HE COULD 😭 If he puts a hand on your thigh or an arm around you it’s a wholeass declaration of war.

- Felix will likely become much more protective which may cause a lot of yelling at you for being careless or weak, but really he’s just so worried! To ease his mind, he’ll help you correct your mistakes himself (which has the added bonus of getting really close to you and occasionally lowkey holding hands when he adjusts your grip). Around other people, especially Dimitri and Sylvain he’ll be evidently sweeter to you to get the message across. A blended mix of jealousy and concern will make him very protective of you around the other two. Dimitri is not getting within 5 feet of you while guard dog Felix is around.

- In the Blue Lions the tension in the air is so thick you could cut it with a knife everyone is thoroughly confused but frankly just sick of it lol. Felix glaring at Dimitri? That’s totally normal but Dimitri is doing it back AND Sylvain is added to the weird stare off- wtf happened?? Byleth would have to talk to them after class and be like guys what in the goddess’s name happened 😭 They’ll all give a vague answer that doesn’t give away that it’s about you and each one of them has a jab at the others to shift the blame..please find your chill lads !

- At this point everything gets a little bit needier because they’ve all had this pent up yearning but have been blocked by the others. (If you’re ok with it) Sylvain will just randomly peck you on the cheek or your forehead when he sees you and you’re just like LOL ok ✨typical Sylvain✨ But when you sit next to him at lunch or in class he’s started very tenderly holding your hand under the table and you’re like huh ok that’s a little odd. If Dimitri is on the other side of you he will carefully take your other hand in retaliation. Felix will probably give in and do the same but he’ll snatch your hand a lot more aggressively and look away from you with a scowl and a blush.

- Dimi and Felix are both touch starved AF and would very much appreciate cuddles or any physical contact. If you’ve reacted positively to everything thus far, Dimitri will slowly start to bite the bullet and initiate affection because he wants it so bad. Any time you touch Dimitri, he gets sappy and lovey af and will express his adoration in hopes that you’ll keep giving him affection. Felix would never upfront ask for affection but he just kinda sits really close to you and glares at you with a little pout and you will have to realize that this is Felix language for ‘it is a crime that you aren’t cuddling me rn’.

- Obviously Sylvain gets lots of physical contact with women but I don’t ever see it as holding affection yknow?? Like yeah he spends a night or two with chicks after them crest babies™️ (i cannot take myself seriously this sentence is so funny-), but I don’t really think that they’ve done actual cuddling or casual displays of affection like petting someone’s hair because they likely don’t care too much for Sylvain and will just do the bare minimum. So in a way, Sylvain is also starved of affectionate touches and he would very much appreciate the little things that no one else has done for him. It’s new and scary for him to actually seek romantic attention, but he’s still pretty bold, just not very tactful when it comes to you lol. If you’re sitting by yourself on a bench he will not hesitate to sprawl himself out on top of you with his head in your lap and stare up at you with an innocent grin. Is also lowkey not embarrassed to whine or pester you?? His reputation is pretty hopeless at this point so what does he have to lose by sitting behind you in class and poking you while dramatically whining about you not paying attention to him?

- Attention is a huge deal to Sylvain. It’s one of the main things he’s looking for when he randomly flirts with people at the monastery. He can’t handle being ignored and that leads him to often seek many girls at once so that he always has attention when one is busy. But when it comes to you he finds himself in deep shit because once he’s gotten a little bit from you, everyone else seems minuscule and with others he only receives a mere fraction of the satisfaction he gets from being with you. So he’s gradually allotting more and more time to you until he hardly talks to any other girl. But Sylvain is used to being the one that everyone wants more of, so when he finds himself in the shoes of the smitten women that piss him off, he’s plagued by the worry that you’ll think he’s overly needy. So he comes to seek validation from you too. If he can just get you to comb your fingers through his hair or give him a kiss on the cheek then he can renew his confidence in trying to court you.

- Dimi is somewhat similar but for different reasons and in different ways. Dimitri has practically no experience with romance so he’s extremely smitten and has an overwhelming desire for the affection you give him that he’s never had. But he’s painfully aware of how extreme his feelings are in comparison to any other couples he may have seen at the monastery, and he’s terrified that he’ll scare you away if he expresses exactly how much he yearns for you. So Dimitri is always very visibly holding back much like he often holds back his strength. Dimi will do anything for you or with you, but you have to initiate it so he can be certain that he’s not smothering you. On days where he’s extremely lovey and never wants to let go of you (which is kind of often lol) he will constantly ask if you’re sure that he’s not bothering you. He is just so horrified at the thought of messing up whatever it is you have.

- Felix will be very easily overwhelmed by you, so it’s much better if you wait to cuddle up to him until you can both go to one of your rooms. It’s not that he doesn’t want to be touched, he does, but his feelings for you make him way too vulnerable for his liking, so he’s not going to want anyone else around. Felix is still Felix and he goes off to take out his feelings in the training grounds every free day, but has started occasionally coming to your room when he’s done for the day and receiving his required cuddle time away from prying eyes. He may have accidentally fallen asleep with you a couple times..

- You’ve probably snuck in to sleep in Dimi’s room on occasions when he’s dangerously sleep deprived. The man, the myth, the legend Dedue would definitely help sneak you in because he knows it does Dimi a lot of good. Dimitri is able to fall asleep with you practically on top of him in his grasp. Feeling your heartbeat close by and your hair beneath his head and hearing you breath peacefully is enough to ground him from his fear of losing you too. He’ll still have nightmares, trauma is a bitch, but when you’re there you can bring him back down and he’ll eventually be able to fall back to sleep (which he typically can’t do alone). It’s not a perfect night’s sleep, but it’s enough to keep Dimi functional and that’s what you’re there for. He’ll thank you a million times and unnecessarily apologize for the inconvenience, please do what you can to reassure him that he’s not a nuisance to you.

- SIGH Sylvain, this god damn silly little goose, is extremely distressed by his feelings for you and even moreso by his developed neediness. It honestly kinda scares the shit out of him to realize he’s whipped for someone and at a loss for a way to ask you out. He’s used to having that power, to have someone’s feelings in the palm of his hand where he can do anything he wants. Genuinely trying to figure out how he would court someone is a frightening new thing for him and he’s suddenly on a playing field where he doesn’t have his experience or his power to shield himself with. So he reverts to his old ways to try to get a handle on his fear and have his confidence boosted back up. But of course, Syl still wants all the attention he can get from you so you so he spends all of the day with you, then does his other girl bullshit at night! It doesn’t go as smoothly as planned though..Sylvain is used to being yelled at by crying girls, but it hasn’t gone unnoticed that he ignores them all day and drops by whenever he feels like it, and he ends up getting in some pretty nasty arguments that do not help his already vulnerable state. So it’s like 2 AM and Sylvain’s feeling like a sorry sack of potatoes and just wants to be held by someone and talk until falling asleep in their arms. And there’s only one person who Sylvain wouldn’t mind being open with and who could provide him genuine comfort..and you’re the lucky winner of the ‘Sylvain on your doorstep at 2 AM’ lottery!! Unless your sleep schedule is wack you’re gonna be all groggy like hey uhh wtf Syl??? And that is how the occasional nights that Sylvain falls asleep in your room happen!

- If the 3 of these scenarios interfere with each other ummmmmmmmm no they didn’t 😳

Ok! That’s where I’m leaving off because I don’t want to try to write endings with you picking one of them it just makes me kinda sad LMAO. Bro omg it’s the return of the ridiculously long Allister fics she do be goin a little insane though 😳 But for real I’ve been gradually adding to this for like?? a week? And I just kept picking cute relationship milestones or whatever in my walnut brain and writing a point for each of them so that the 3 of them are equally written. So it might not line up perfectly but I hope you like it!!

#fe3h dimitri x reader #fe dimitri x reader #dimitri x reader #sylvain x reader #fe3h sylvain x reader #fe3h felix x reader #felix hugo fraldarius x reader #fire emblem felix x reader #three houses reader insert #three houses x reader #fe3h x reader #fe3h reader insert #fe3h fanfic #fire emblem three houses x reader #fire emblem x reader #dimitri alexandre blaiddyd #felix hugo fraldarius #sylvain jose gautier

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huearmy · 4 years

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The Smell Of Truth - VI

Summary: After years being forced to fight in clandestine hybrid ring, Jungkook is now living in shelter, but life remains bad, the place is abusive, and nobody seems to want adopt him. Until one night a pro-hybrid activist group invades the shelter, and a woman in black smelling like truth promises that things will get better, and he decides to follow her wherever she goes.

Pairing: pitbull!Jungkook x human!Reader

Genre: fluff, angst, future smut maybe.

Words: 6751

Rating: NC-17

Warnings: Grafic description of food. If you are hungry, eat before you read this. Seriously. AND. Jungkook have a anxiety attack, the description is light and focuses mainly on techniques to control the attack, but be aware if you are sensitive to the topic. Even because I wrote this part to help those who, like me, suffer from chronic anxiety and not to trigger anything :) Be safe.

A/N: Sorry it took too long, my head is messy, and I working on something new, and didn’t ajust myself to it yet.

THIS IS A TRANSITION CHAPTHER! I HAD A HARD TIME TO DEVELOP IT AND I STARTED EVERYTHING AGAIN AT SOME POINT AFTER AN MENTAL BREAKDOWN.

Chapter I Chapter II Chapter III Chapter IV Chapter V - Chapter VII

One month has passed by since Jungkook first moved in. The apartment looks pretty much like his now, little details showing up his presence here and there, like his personal hygiene items in the bathroom, and his pairs of shoe in the shoe cabinet by the front door, the air filled with his favorite music which he discovered himself on spotify and youtube, the kitchen cabinets and the fridge are full of things you wouldn't normally buy but he would, and all of your streaming accounts now have two user profiles. At first Jungkook didn't think about it too much, you're just so welcoming to him, but he started paying attention to how he should or could or couldn't act to not bother you, since his presence itself is a big change in your routine. You made it very clear, even without saying it out loud with all the words, that this attitude was something mutual so that the two of you could live well together. Still, it wasn't a good first month... not that it was a bad one either, because it wasn't. It's just that... ________________________________________________________________________________________ First of all. In the first ten days everything was taken and shaped by the boyfriend phenomenon. Said name for this unfortunate situation involving Jackson was given by Jungkook's therapist in the first appointment, but we'll talk about this later. Basically all your attention and time were totally directed to your boyfriend during the whole period that he was in the city, and even though he preferred to stay in his own apartment instead of with you - as is usual the two of you - it looked like he had moved in, because when Jungkook wake up in the morning he is already there, in the living room monopolizing the tv, and when he was going to sleep at night, Jungkook could still hear the guy making you laugh in the kitchen. This was justified with a "Soon I have to go back to the capital to work and we will be apart from each other for a long time. We need to make up for it!" And after saying that, Jackson would pull you around the waist to kiss you on the temple, and you would just smile, avoiding eye contact with your face red. At the end of that time, Jungkook got closer to your friends - now his friends too - than to you, who live with him. Of course you tried not to leave him feeling isolated, after all Jungkook is the exception of your heart, and although you are not used to it, you have a huge affection for him... hard to explain. You did everything you could to try to make him feel comfortable around Jackson - since early on you noticed Jungkook's reservation about him - including him in the conversations and also taking time just for the two of you. But it was difficult, because besides your boyfriend, the weather closed for days canceling all picnic and park plans, an you still had two jobs to deal with, and one of them - that of the law firm - was almost abusive as much work you had to do. Jungkook noticed your exhaustion and wanted not to charge you too much, but at the same time he didn't want to give up lying on the couch with you to watch a movie late at night to receive a pet on his hair.

One night, after Jackson was gone to his apartment, the two of you were doing just that. A blanket covered the two of you on the couch, keeping you warm while a cartoon played on the TV. Jungkook's head was lying on your chest, and you lazily messed with his hair. He could hear your heartbeat, and your voice vibrate as you laugh and comment on the episode. After a while your hand stopped and there was only the sound of your heart, and he saw that you had fallen asleep.

"Y/N?" He whispered to you, getting no response. He thought that you weren't in the most comfortable of positions, with a slightly bent neck on the pillow, so he considered taking you to your room to let you sleep better... He was sleepy too. He thought about it so much, looking at you sleeping, trying to decide, that he slept above you.

Can't tell how much time has passed, probably not much, but Jungkook was even dreaming when the front door click opening broke his slumber slightly, he wasn't awake yet, but he was listening to the steps of someone walking around the apartment. It was Jackson looking for his phone he forgot. If it weren't for the TV on, he wouldn't have seen you two sleeping on the couch in the dark room, when he went to turn it off he came across the lovely scene of you two unconscious and piled up with pillows and Jungkook's stuffed bunny. After he took a picture with your phone, he went on picking you up to get you to bed, carefully taking Jungkook's arm out of your waist and pushing him aside. Needless to say, Jackson was unaware that the hybrid's protective instincts are strongest when he sleeps. You had your reasons for not telling your boyfriend about Jungkook 's past, like respecting Jungkook's privacy and feelings, and well, maybe Jackson wouldn't like knowing how you got hurt days ago, and that problem you didn't want to have to deal with. Still, maybe some little thing you should have said.

You woke up in a jump, by a scream, and a loud growl followed by a "no" that sounded more like a bark. For Jungkook, in the first few seconds, all he knew was that someone was trying to get you out of him, and never that he was going to let it happen. Jackson threw himself back against the coffee table, withdrawing his hand so as not to be bitten, feeling his heart in his throat in the greatest fright he has ever had in his life.

"JK?" You seated up.

Jungkook looked from you to Jackson, understanding what he did, his ears flatting down on his head. His fists were clenched, holding the fabric of your shirt as if his life depended on it. The other night he hurt you, Jungook felt guilty, and afraid that you would stop loving him, now in the presence of a man, he was also afraid of the punishment that he was sure would come.

"Sorry..." He muttered. "I didn't mean to... Y/N I'm sorry..." You let a relaxed laugh get out your mouth. The situation wasn't funny to you. Actually, you could see how apprehensive Jungkook was, and deduce why. On the other hand, Jackson was frightened, and not only by the jump scare, you could see he was overthinking... What you needed to do was to relax the tension of the situation, and for that you would make them see that you are relaxed. Again, you are a good actress when you need to.

"No need to apologize, JK. He scared you, didn't he?" You laugh, and then you give Jackson a mocking glare. "And you almost shit yourself..." Jackson looked outraged at you, but when he spoke there was laughter in his voice.

"Listen, young lady. I wasn't...!"

"I heard you screaming." You cut him off. "Why are you here again by the way?" You stretched and tried to fix your shirt, but Jungkook was still strongly attached to it. Jackson looked around, as if he was remembering something.

"I forgot my phone here, just don't remember where."

"I think it must be in the office. I remember you using it there" You simply said and Jackson went up the stairs with a nod.

When there was no sign of him, you finally turned your attention to Jungkook, who was still in his curled position beside you, face hidden in you. He was shaking slightly and it broke your heart. You put a hand on his head, fixing his messy hair.

"I'm sorry, Y/N. I did it again." His voice was small.

You sighed, placing a kiss on the high of his head.

"You were suddenly brought up. We all got frightened. Nobody is hurt. We laughed it off. It seems to me that everything is pretty fine." You made him look at you. "If I tell you it is all okay, do you believe in me?"

He nodded. "But Jackson... I showed him my teeth. He may be mad at me, and..." He gulped. "Shhhhh." You took his hands on yours, making him let go of your shirt.

"Jackson is a soft hearted guy, he won't be mad at you for something like this. And if it makes you feel better I can talk to him..."

"No!" He exclaimed, interrupting you. "Don't tell him nothing. You'll have to explain about me and I don't want to..."

"It's ok. If you don't want me to say nothing. I won't." You promised. Jungkook hugged his bunny with one of his arms, lowering his eyes.

"It's just that I don't want anyone to know where I came from, or what I did. I didn't tell you everything, even though I trust you... I trust you only."

You can relate with that, you can understand why he doesn't want to expose himself. It's fear of rejection, and you can do nothing but respect, and also, give all the love you have to give, and hope that at least half of it reaches his heart.

"Come here." You opened your arms to him. "Need me to put you to bed?" He laughed.

"No. Thanks."

You pulled from each other, and you got up from the couch, picking up the pillows and the blanket. Jungkook was weeping tears on his cheeks and looking cute.

"Damn, I'm crying again..." He chuckled, turning the TV off.

"Good night, JK." You fondly said.

"Good night, Y/N. Sleep well."

He followed you with his eyes until you disappeared up the stairs and the light went out. His mind was totally against it, but his gut was telling him to follow you, he didn't know why. But he did. As soon as he heard your footsteps close to your bedroom's door, he ran on tiptoe, making no noise, and stopped at the top of the stairs. He listened. Jackson was in the room with you.

"What do you want to ask?" Your voice reached his ears. "It can wait till tomorrow, babe, don't worry." Jackon responded.

In the dark, Jungkook got close to the door and crouched against the wall - so if any of you decided to leave the room out of nowhere, you wouldn't see him there, only if you turned on the corridor light, which you normally don't do. "Spill it, Jackson." You opened a jar of fancy eye cream, to try to combat the huge dark circles that were installed on your face.

Jackson leaned against the dresser beside you, with his hands in his sweatpants pockets, and said without looking at you.

"I've been thinking about it for some days, I figured you would tell me at some point but you didn't. And after what just happened I'm even more curious about it. How did you meet Jungkook? Where is he from? And why did you decide to adopt him?" You sighed, knowing that this matter would eventually come up. Outside, Jungkook gulped.

"He's a rescue case. I didn't work directly with the legal process, it was a prosecutor friend of mine who indicted his former owners. When he was left without an owner and nowhere to go I decided to help, and that's it. There is no explanation for why I wanted him, or vice versa. Jungkook is just special to me."

You calmly spoke.

"His former owner was arrested?"

"Yeah. For money laundering and conspiracy." Jungkook felt a shiver down his spine. He knew you were going to lie now, or at least not answer, because it's not just his secret, it's yours too. And for some reason he felt like you had to lie to your boyfriend because of him. But technically this last part isn't a lie, his former owner really got arrested for money laundering and conspiracy, it's just that there were many more accusations against him besides these, like exploitation of hybrids, homicide, human trafficking and prostitution, among others, but that part Jackson doesn't need to know.

Jackson hesitated.

"Does Jungkook have a history of abuse?" Jackson said, and Jungkook couldn't define by his tone what he was thinking, it was too flat.

You, on the other hand, were feeling in court, being questioned by lawyer Jackson Wang. He already had a point of view, he just wanted to make you confirm. But you are smart too.

"Why are you asking this?" You crossed your arms.

"He was aggressive down stairs, in the living room, not even ten minutes ago. I know that hybrids with difficult pasts can be violent." He responded.

"That's not what I asked. Why are you, Jackson, asking that? What does it matter to you?" You were incisive. A moment of silence passed.

"I'm worried, I guess. You are living with him now. Hybrids can be dangerous." Part of you understand, a little bigger part got pissed.

"I've been surrounded by hybrids since I was born. I literally work with them every day, both in my stores, both in my legal area. Because my expertise is in the rights and protection of hybrids in case you forgot, Jackson. I know what I am doing." Each word came firmly out of your mouth. "Besides, Jungkook is my friend, you can't just assume he is dangerous."

"He almost bit me! Growled at me!" He snapped, and it longer felt like a conversation, but an argument.

"Jackson what would happen if you wake me up one hour sooner than I planned to wake up?" You put your hand on your hips. "You would complain." He replied as if your question had nothing to do with the matter.

You made a sign with your hands as if the answer was obvious.

"Exactly. And that's what he did. The only difference is that he can growl, besides talk, to express his discontentment, and we can't. End of story."

Jackson pinched his nose, clear sign that he knows you got a point. But it wasn't done yet.

"I understood that part, and I'm sorry. Even so, I'm worried. Because you know him and trust him, but I don't. How can I know that when you are alone it will not hurt you?"

In the dark, Jungkook bit his lip, feeling terrible, because he already did hurt you.

You were feeling worked up, more than you should. You walked past him, stomping.

"I don't want to talk about it. We know... You know very well, that no one needs a traumatic past to be violent. You see bad people with perfect lives everyday on your job." You fumed, and when he tried to respond you spoked above him. "The past of a free hybrid belongs to the one who abused them and not to them. All the bad things were done by other people, and judging them for these things is prejudiced. And I will not tolerate you being prejudiced, Jackson."

At that point you were crying. At the beginning of the conversation, you were trying to be rational and calculate what to say so as not to miss out on anything you shouldn't, to avoid contradicting yourself, to avoid the conversation. But something from then on was a trigger for you. Jackson was without reaction for a moment. Jungkook had to restrain himself from entering the room to comfort you, all his instincts telling him to do so.

"Y/N..." Jackson tried.

"No. Listen." You took a deep breath. "I understand your worry. My mom probably will say the same thing when she meets him, and she is one of the people who taught me these things I just said... But that's the thing, Jackson: you don't need to know about the traumas and hurts, and terrible things that happened with Jungkook - or anyone else - to know him. You can know him for who he is today. I'm living with him for about a week and I already know he is a incredible smart boy, absolutely good in almost everything he does, and that he is afraid of the microwave, and he loves sweet things, especially if he can mix everything up in a misshapen sugar mass that no one else would eat, and the key of his heart is a little bit of attention because... Because he is content with so little. No matter the crumb of love you give him, he will be happy... And that's why I wanted to give him everything... The whole world..."

You were pouting, and tears were running down your cheeks, and your voice was so small. You were so small right now. Jackson reached you and pulled you to a tight hug. You hold him too, sobbing lightly.

In the corridor Jungkook got on his feet and wiped his own tears. He needed to process everything he heard. All the things you said about hybrids and about him, and the fact that you cried because of him. He didn't know what it was, but a feeling so warm on his chest promised that it would be hard to get to sleep again that night, thinking about these things and you. It was really horrible not to be able to enter the room so that he could hug you, and answer everything you said with his feelings - even if he couldn't explain everything, just because he can't name everything. He silently walked down the corridor to the stairs, heading for his room.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to cry. I don't even know why I'm crying... " You whined, weeping your nose with a chuckle. "I'll be all puffy tomorrow morning and the fault is all yours." Jackson laughed, pushing your hair away from your wet face.

"I'm sorry. Really, I didn't intend to be a jerk or anything. But I think I needed this conversation, I always learn a lot from you... And I think you needed this conversation too, you needed to put some things out, otherwise you wouldn't have cried." He charmly smiled. "You must be right. But seriously...!" You slapped his forearm. "I would be less pissed if you had a silly jealous tantrum or something like that. It would be easier to solve, just ignore it."

"Yah! Why would I be jealous of you? I know the day you find I guy more amazing than me you will let me know right away. Broke up with me by massege or something like this." "Shut up." You slapped him again. "You didn't turn off the flower shop's alarm when you arrived, right?"

"No." He shook his head.

You smiled wildly.

"So take off your pants and spoon-sleep with me." _________________________________________________________________________________ Then all of Jungkook's documents arrived in the mail, including an adoption request certificate - which was false, made by some of his contacts in the organization - a definitive guardianship certificate that specifies you as his legal guardian and not as owner - a small advance in the law - and that gives him some freedom that most hybrids don't have, like walking around by himself, and at last but not least, his hybrid id.

With all this in hand you finally got to make Jungkook's first appointment with a psychologist. Together you both researched some names of professionals in the field, including the three that the doctor gave you the other day, and some others indicated by friends of yours. One way or another you would have to leave the city to go to the appointments, since your city is small and you didn't find anyone in the region, so one of the criteria for choosing was distance. Another, of course, was the professional background and branch of psychology, and that part was more with you. On the other hand, Jungkook literally chose the cover of the book. When he didn't like the person's face they were automatically excluded from the list.

"And if I get there and right away I don't like their smell... I'm leaving." He declared. "Of course. You must be comfortable." You agreed. "What do you think about this one? He is young but the curriculum is impressive... And he has a support therapy group with hybrids, which is really cool."

Jungkook took your notebook to put on his own lap to get a closer look. You started your research hours earlier, in your office, but after a long time sitting in chairs that left you both with a sore ass, a break to eat pizza and put on pajamas, you were still trying to choose someone, but now under the covers in your bed with the TV on. The website that was open was a clinic specializing in hybrids, and on the page that Jungkook was looking at had a picture of a young man with a bright smile.

"Dr. Jung Hoseok..." He mumbled to himself.

"He looks nice right? There's some patient testimonials..." You were about to ask him if he wanted to read it but he was faster.

"I want him."Jungkook looked at you with determined eyes. "I like him. Is the first one we see that is truly smiling."

He was planning to choose a woman, because he thought he would be more comfortable than with a man, but this one looked perfect in a way that no one else has looked until now.

"Ok, then. I'm calling them tomorrow morning." You smiled at him. ___________________________________________________________________________ Much to the disappointment of Jungkook and yours too, Dr. Jung's schedule was packed with lecturers and courses, so he wouldn't be able to start therapy immediately as you both imagined, leaving the first meeting with him for the following month only.

So this is it ... A whole month of a lot of rain, in which you were very busy with your boyfriend and your job, without being able to do therapy, without leaving home most days. Without realizing it, Jungkook was building up a terrible bad mood. At first you didn't even notice, because Jungkook is quiet most of the time, and you were too focused on difficult texts full of legal terms that fry your brain. But one morning, the first in weeks when the sky was blue and you had no work to do... The first morning that you slept till late and woke up with a smile on your puffy face, opened the bedroom curtain as a Disney princess would, and hopped down the stairs in a good perfect mood ... That morning you noticed.

"Gooood morning!" You literally sang, passing by Jungkook, who was eating his cereal, standing by the counter. He didn't respond, and you interpreted as his sleep non talking state. "I'm in the mood for eggs and bacon today... maybe a sandwich too. Do you want it? My god I can eat the whole world today..." "No. I could have made myself a sandwich if I wanted to."

You raised your eyebrows, a little surprised, taking milk, eggs, cheese, onion, tomatoes and mayo from the fridge. A second passed before Jungkook added in a grumpy voice:

"Thank you."

On a frying pan you put some butter to melt and brown the bread, and in another one you broke three eggs leaving room for some slices of bacon. At the delicious sound of those ingredients popping on the fire, you started cutting a tomato, and decided to add lettuce and left over chicken from the night before on your sandwich. The kitchen's air was filled with the pleasant smell.

"Are you sure you don't wan't not even the eggs and bacon?" You asked again, turning said bacon so that the two sides would be equally delicious. As a precaution you browned two more slices of bread.

"You don't have to bother." Jungkook murmured, without taking his eyes off the dull cereal bowl in front of him, but still his nose worked to identify the smells in the air. You put a slice of mozzarella cheese and a cheddar cheese on top of the hot bread slices, and immediately the cheese started to melt beautifully. In the pan that no longer were the bread, you put some onion to caramelize.

"No bother. Today is a perfect day, and it’s been a while since I’ve prepared breakfast for you, or that we ate just the two of us..." You gladly spread the shredded chicken over the cheese, and then the mayonnaise over the chicken...

Behind you, Jungkook sighed, and you could hear his lazy steps towards you. Over your shoulder he placed the empty bowl in the sink. He looked at what you were doing and his mouth watered.

"I want mine with ketchup, too." He declared with a frown.

"Get it from the fridge for me, then." You simply said. He obeyed. With one hand you put the ketchup on his sandwich - which you were already making because you knew he would want it, and if he didn't want it you would eat it yourself - and with the other you put the fire out of the pan with eggs and bacon. "Do you want the eggs and bacon in or out of the sandwich?"

In."

You were inspired, so even the olive on a stick on top of the huge sandwich you put. A beautiful sandwich.

"Sit." You happily pulled a chair for yourself. The first bite was heaven for you, making you moan as you chew slowly with eyes closed. You sighed deeply. "Working from home but not getting a decent breakfast like that every day sucks."

No response. Jungkook was eating with pleasure - as always - but still didn't seem ready to talk. You looked him up and down. You were proud to see that after a month of living with you, he now had the most rosy cheeks and healthiest skin, and clearly gained considerable weight, thanks to the complete and balanced diet that you guaranteed he had. But he wasn't supposed to be in a bad mood. He was supposed to be happy. When was the last time he brushed his hair?

"What are your plans for today?" As if you want nothing, you asked.

"Have any." He didn't even look at you to speak, instead he got up and opened the fridge. "Want juice?"

Okay, you think he's not upset with you.

"Sure." You waited for him to sit back in front of you. "I have to visit some of my stores today, since I've been so busy and haven't had time to check them out in the past two weeks. But I don't even call it work, because it's going to be fast, and I personally love to see how business is going... Do you want to go with me?"

For the first time this morning, he looked at you with interest. Still, it was not the enthusiasm you were expecting, nor an answer, so you continued.

"We can buy useless things, eat ice cream and go to the park... And this time really enjoy it. The weather forecast guarantees that it will be sunny all day." You expectantly rested your chin on the palm of the hand.

Looking at you shining eyes, Jungkook nodded with a small smile. You almost jumped from your chair.

"Remember we tried to play frisbee, and I kind of found out that my little cute arms weren't made for that?"

He shook his head with a mocking smirk.

"If it doesn't go far enough to run after it, it's no fun."

"YEAH... Then it started raining and we came home, and we never talked about it again ... "You put your hands together." It turns out that I saw something on the internet that I thought was incredible and I bought it, and we can try it today."

Jungkook narrowed his eyes at you suspiciously.

"This." You showed him your phone.

A wild smile spread on his face and he reclined in the chair. He looked at you one more time and tossed his chin slightly, a quirk that you know by now that means he is accepting a challenge.

"I'm washing the dishes, and then I'll get ready." He stuffed the rest of the sandwich in his mouth and swallowed the juice in one gulp, rising from the table with determination. ________________________________________________________________ You own a very wide variety of store types, your family practically founded the city generations ago, so what they didn’t open, they invested for someone to open it, it was how you all got rich, and that’s why so many places have your last name on the signboard, and half of them really are yours. The two of you went through your bookstore and music store, the bakery and the karaoke bar... Most of these places Jungkook didn't know yet, and it was interesting to see how you behave with the people that work to you.

It is different from how you act with him, gentle and bright all the time, smooth and carefree, just taking care of him with little things here and there. It is also different from how you act with Taehyung and Jimin, you are relaxed and fun with them, even in the office, when you the lynx are working, you are clearly best friends, and act together as an unbeatable team. It is not as if you stop having all these adjectives or change your personality, but that you put on a layer of boss to act in the presence of your employees. Your usual sweet tone of speech was accompanied by firmness, and even though you were friendly, calling everyone by name, you did not reach out to talk too much to anyone - focusing only on checking if everything was in compliance and solving what needed to be resolved.

Jungkook found it interesting, because it reminded you a lot of how you acted the day you met. You were kind enough for him to trust you, and you were also strong for him to trust you.

And what Taehyung said earlier was true, all of your stores had hybrid employees, at least one. Jungkook was already used to one of the florists in your flower shop being a fox girl - which turns all red and hides each time he appears -, but it was nice to see others like him in other places. Every one of them seemed so happy to see you. Maybe they also smell the truth on you.

"My first part-time job was in the flower shop, I was sixteen. I bought it from my aunt and then it was my first store too. That's why I like living there... It's an important place for me." You told him, turning off the engine of the SUV. You were in the park parking lot, ready to have burgers and fries for lunch - a little treat for yourself after a month without a day off. The plan was a picnic but you forgot the towel or bringing good food, so eating in the car was plan B.

"This is really cool. If you only worked at the store, how did you buy it? With what money?" Jungkook was a lot more talkative now. Leaving the house for a while was what he needed, he must be feeling trapped.

"I found an investor. In other words, I convinced my grandmother to give me the money." You laughed. "It was a little difficult because I was underage yet..."

"Did you buy your first store at sixteen?"

You simply nod. Jungkook was shocked. At sixteen his life was very different from yours, this is nothing new, but it is still strange to think of the chasm between you two...

"At sixteen I was already in clandestine fights for two years." He said, and it was as if one of the million pieces of weight he feels on his chest was gone. It didn't seem much compared to what it was fully, but it was relieving.

On the other hand, you felt your heart break. You didn't know what to say. So many times you told him not to press himself to tell you anything, to talk when he feels ready... so you didn't expect it to be now... that way. Perhaps you were not prepared. But fuck it, you're not the one to be ready. It's him.

Maybe because of the face you made, or how you just stopped eating to look at him in an almost comic way, or because of your eyes filling with tears he added.

"I still don't want to talk about it... I didn't even want to... I don't know why it slipped out. It's just that listening to you talking about your past is so..." He seemed lost in words, not knowing how to organize what to say. "I see you so bright! I wanted to be bright too... I've been thinking about it a lot... About having a job. And... And..."

He looked frustrated. You still didn't know what to say, or if you should say something, so you just held Jungkook's greasy hand from eating fries with your greasy hand from eating fries.

"I want to be the owner of my future." He concluded, remembering what you said the other night.

"A jog is a good first step, JK. I'm proud of you. You have all my support, I can give you a job or help you get one... wherever you want." You intertwined your fingers with his.

He let out a long breath that he hadn't realized he was holding. He was shaking, and he knew you were feeling it in the hand you were holding, if you couldn't see it too.

"I also have another favor to ask." His voice was shaky, but his eyes didn't leave yours, just like when he asked to be with you.

"Anything." You whispered, mouth dry.

Something inside you told you that this was the purest truth about your relationship with Jungkook. That you would definitely do anything for him. You also felt that it should terrify you, just it didn't.

Jungkook took his old wallet out of his pocket and opened it for you to look inside. The photo of two hybrid boys smiling, hugging each other, made you smile too.

"You are the small one." You pointed.

Jungkook nodded.

"The other one is my hyung. We live together on a breeding farm. I think there was a lab too, but I never went there, I don't remember... When I was robbed and sold for the fights he went too, and a few years later we were separated... Do you think you can find him?"

Jungkook didn't want false hopes. He knows better than anyone what life is like for a fighting hybrid, how it ends. But if he survived that long, then his hyung can too, and if anyone can save him, it is you. He just wanted to hear that you're going to try... Even if you only discover the worst of the possibilities... Even if you don't discover anything. Among all the terrible things in Jungkook's head, this is the one that most takes away his sleep, the one that most makes him feel guilty.

"What is his name, breed, age...? Any information you have about him." You were serious, every gear in your brain working.

"Namjoon. He was some type of wolf... Older than me, I don't remember how much." Jungkook's eyebrows came together and he bit his lip, trying to remember anything else that might help. "He loves to read... He is a good hyung... I don't know...!" "Shhh. It's ok." You took his face in your free hand. "You don't need to freak out now, if you remember something later just tell me. With his name, age and breed I can ask my organization friends for help."

He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. For some reason the smell of the food was making him nauseous... Or it was just his anxiety messing with him. He just didn't want to eat anymore. Suddenly the car was too small and getting smaller for the second, and he couldn't breath. His body started to shake violently, and his lungs were hurting. He let go of your hand and opened the door to get out. You followed him close. Instead of going down your door and having to go around the car, you jumped into the passenger seat and got off right behind Jungkook, who was already bent over with his head between his knees. He was having an anxiety attack. You crouched in front of him and rubbed his back softly.

"Breathe with me, JK, love. Inhale for four seconds... Hold for two seconds... Release for six..." You've been there before, and breathing has always helped you more than most things, not only to stabilize your body, but also to help you focus. "Right... Again."

You breathed with him, still keeping your hand comforting on his back, but not too close to suffocate him. "You don't need to answer out loud, ok? I need you to find five things around us that you can see. Can you do this for me?"

He barely nodded, but you saw he understood. He was breathing like you told him to, opened his watering eyes and looked around. The trees. The car wheel beside him. The lake shining far away. His shoes. Your shoes.

"Now find four things you can hear." You told him after a while. The birds. Kids laughing somewhere. The radio inside the car. Your calm breathing. "You are doing great, babe. Find three things you can smell." Dirt. Freshly cut grass. You.

"At last... Two things you can touch." You took the opportunity to pet his head. The car. You.

He was calmer, his body collapsed and he ended up sitting on the ground with his face in his hands. You got up, and he didn't see where you went, but you weren't gone for long.

"Here, something to taste." You handed him a bottle of sparkling water. "I don't know if you like it, but it's good for the stomach."

He drank the bottle all at once, and made a face at the end. He doesn't like it.

"Thank you, Y/N. You are always taking care of me. Sorry." He took your hand and intertwined your fingers together.

"Silly, puppy." You smiled at him, and he could swear it is the prettiest thing ever. "You can alway take care of me too."

He wanted to look at you for a while, to be silent for a while. Think only of how sweet and beautiful you are, instead of the bad things. But you got up again, not thinking what he was thinking.

"Can you get up?" You offered help.

He accepted.

"I can do a lot of things besides getting up. I'm ready to run." He smiled wildly.

"Are you sure?" You took his face in both your hands, the color was coming back to his cute cheeks, but you were still worried. He nodded, covering one of your hands with his. You sighed. "Ok then." _______________________________________________________________ You weren't trying so hard, but you got tired just to see how fast Jungkook runs, and after an hour, you can't believe the boy's fitness. Too much stamina, Christ. As he came back to you with the frisbee in hand, at high speed, the wind in his hair made the sweaty bangs fly back. He was stunning. Wild smile and excitement making him look like a child at the same time he looked like every girl's dream boyfriend.

"Throw, another one, Y/N." He sang, already running away. You lifted the cannon frisbee launcher and opened fire. Looking up, Jungkook calculated the route of the flying thing and speeded up to catch it. Since you started playing he hasn't lost one. He only almost ran over a few unsuspecting pedestrians, but nobody got hurt. From meters away, you could hear him jumping up and down before he started running towards you once more. You definitely need to find some physical activity for this child to stay entertained and happy.

"Again!"

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If you’re doing the ship ask thing, maybe Sam and Guy??

send me a ship and i’ll tell you

Who accidentally pushes a door instead of pulling/vice versa-Sam is the kind of goof who would do it because he knows that if he messes up enough Guy will eventually just start holding doors open for him.

Who doodles little hearts all over the desk with their initials inside them-sam loves to draw lil hearts and pictures of them together but Guy is not immune to absentmindedly start drawing lil hearts on his invention blueprintssam also likes to leave guy lil doodles on his work and guy acts upset about them but he secretly treasures them more than anything else in the world

Who starts the tickle fights-sam does unless he’s in a bad mood. in that instance, it’s guy who does it cus he wants to cheer him up a lil bit

Who starts the pillow fights-sam starts them but guy finishes them (when he finally just gives in to participating)

Who falls asleep last, watching the other with a small affectionate smile-it’s guy. it’s so totally and completely guy. sam is so full of energy but he has to crash at some point and when he does guy just collects him onto his lap and takes off his hat so that sam can properly rest his head on guy’s shoulder and snuzzle up into the crook of his neck. sam wraps himself around guy and guy just smiles down at him out of the corner of his eye before going to sleep and snuggling him

Who mistakes salt for sugar-guy’s bad luck is never ending.

Who lets the microwave play the loud beeping sound at 1am in the morning-they both try to catch it in time but sam is so much shorter so guy will wake up at one am to see him trying to hop up and turn it off in time and making goofy SHHHHH noises before guy walks over and shuts it off. sam just gives him a sheepish smile and repays him by sharing his late night snack

Who comes up with cheesy pick up lines-sam: you’re a knox right? because i’m in-knox-icated by you guy: if i kiss you will you please stop?

Who rearranges the bookshelf in alphabetical order-neither of them. guy says that he has ‘a system’ that he’s made to find which book he needs when he needs it and sam isn’t a big reader

Who licks the spoon when they’re baking brownies-sam of course but he starts letting guy do it cus his big grumpy bf won’t SAY it but he really wants to lick the spoon. he won’t admit it but he does! sam passes it off as ‘well i don’t wanna ruin my appetite, and since you’re my Best Baking Buddy it’s only fair right?’

Who buys candles for dinners even though there’s no special occasion-sometimes guy gets bitten by the romance bug and he just wants a nice night in with his boyfriend so he’ll set everything up all nice and get some candles and other fancy stuff and put on his Good Hat and it’s one of the few things that leaves sam kinda speechless because he’s good at the goofy, joking kind of flirting but whenever guy does something more Seriously Romantic he’s kind of just a flustered mess because ‘wow oh he...he really loves and cares about me. enough to do this. he really is planning on staying for the rest of my life...huh.’

Who draws little tattoos on the other with a pen-it’s hard to do that cus Fur but they both like tracing lil designs over each other’s fur with their finger. sam does it more just because guy is a lot bigger and his fur is a lot fluffier in general and sometimes it’s nice for sam to just run his fingers through it

Who comes home with a new souvenir magnet every time they go on vacation-sam has a souvenir collection at this point tbh

Who convinces the other to fill out those couple surveys in the back of magazines-sam does and then gets a lil downhearted when they say something like ‘you’re not that compatible :/’ and guy has to spend the rest of the day giving him some extra love to cheer him up

#long post #green eggs and ham #briefcase buddies #zk answers #HMMMMM SOFT!#diamondsfd

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miwromantics · 4 years

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Day Offs With Ricky

It was a warm summer day in Chicago and today was a day off for you. It’s been two months since the start of Motionless in White’s tour. You were their photographer for their shows and it’s been going well on the road. All of the guys were super nice to you and the audio crew were your go-to hang out buddies. Tomorrow everyone was flying to San Diego, California for a show but until then it was time to enjoy your day in your favorite city. You had plans to meet up with the crew for coffee and brunch, so you showered and got ready for the day. While doing your makeup, you got a text from AJ, one of the audio guys.

“Yo Y/N! You cool if Vinny and Ricky join the group for food?” the text read.

A little taken back, you replied, “Sure yeah totally!”

Normally the band and the crew do their own things on days off, everyone’s got their cliques they hang with, so it was weird to you that Vinny and Ricky were joining. Lately, things were going well with Ricky. You’ve been talking to him a lot recently about cameras and different editing techniques which started a friendship between you two. But around the other members, he wouldn’t really talk to you, which you thought was odd. But the times you’d spend together alone talking about photography slowly turned into more personal conversations, and over a few weeks on the road, you developed a crush on Ricky. But you always felt like he just viewed you as a friend.

About 30 minutes later, you grabbed your backpack with your camera gear, headed out of your hotel room and got down to the lobby. You saw AJ and Shane sitting on the couches, getting directions to the coffee shop you guys were going to. You playfully flicked them both off as you sat down in a chair across from them. And in just a few seconds, you felt two hands on your shoulders from behind you followed by a loud “BOO!” in your ear. It nearly made you jump out of your seat. You whipped your head around to see Vinny erupting in laugher and Ricky behind him with a grin on his face, shaking his head.

“Vinny! Jesus Christ, you gave me heart attack!” you exclaimed.

“Hey just making sure you’re awake, Y/N!” You ready for some hipster-ass brunch?” he laughed as he sat down next to you.

“Gonna tear this food up! As soon as AJ hurries up with finding this place,” you answered.

“Alright every calm down, calm down! It finally pulled up, let’s go!” AJ said as he stood up from the couch.

You all followed AJ out of the hotel and started walking down the city streets of Chicago. AJ, Vinny, and Shane led the group with you and Ricky right behind them. You had always loved this city; the busy streets, the buildings, the people. You smiled as you took out your camera and began taking pictures of everything you saw, and capturing funny moments of Vinny and AJ messing around with Shane. Ricky walked beside you as you took the pictures, occasionally turning to your side to snap a photo of him.

“That was pretty funny how Vin scared you this morning. You jumped pretty fast. Didn’t know you were a scaredy-cat,” Ricky said as he playfully nudged your shoulder with a smile on his face.

“Hey shut it, Olsen, he scared the shit out of me!” you said as you snapped a photo of him. You caught the perfect moment of him smiling at you. He started walking a little closer to you, and you could feel some tension forming.

After a short walk, you all arrived at the coffee shop. Everyone ordered their food and drinks and picked a table outside to sit at. AJ sat next to you, Shane beside him, Vinny across from Shane and Ricky was across from you. While waiting for the food, conversations about how the tour was going came up, and the crew was swapping stories with the band of how everyone’s day normally goes. But after the food arrived and everyone was eating, individual conversations broke out amongst the table. AJ, Shane, and Vinny started talking about basketball and how the Chicago Bulls were doing in the season, meanwhile, you and Ricky started talking about photography. You thought to yourself how you were glad that he and Vinny decided to join the crew for a day off hangs.

After about an hour of eating, everyone stood up and walked back inside to grab one last cup of coffee to go.

“So Y/N, any plans for the rest of the day?” Vinny asked you as everyone formed a circle outside.

“Well I was thinking of taking it pretty easy today, might just head back to the hotel and pack my suitcase for the flight tomorrow,” you answered.

“Aw lame! We’re probably going to go to a basketball game tonight, hit us up if you change your mind,” AJ said in reply.

“I’m gonna walk Y/N back to the hotel, I’ll catch up with you guys later,” Ricky said.

Your eyes shot over to him. He was already looking at you with a small smile on his face. The rest of the guys didn’t think much of it, and soon they walked away to do whatever else they had planned for the day.

“Walk me to the hotel ay?” you joked as you and Ricky started walking down the sidewalk.

“Anything to get a few more moments with you,” he said as he lightly nudged your shoulder.

You tried to hide your smile, but you could already feel your face getting warm as your cheeks started to blush. As you guys walk towards the hotel, you could feel some sort of tension forming. Was it just the fact that he wanted to be alone with you? Was he just worried about you getting back safely? Your thoughts were racing.

As you approached the hotel and soon walked inside, he stopped by the elevator and pushed the button for you.

“Well if you change your mind about going out to the game tonight, let Vin know, okay?” he said as the elevator door opened.

You shook your head and smiled at him. “Thanks for walking with me, Rick,” you said.

He smiled back at you and gave a little wave as the elevator doors shut. You stood in there for a second, gathering your thoughts before hitting your floor number. You told yourself not to read into it, but you knew that this was all you were going to think about for the rest of the night.

~~~

It was around 5:30am when you were supposed to be down in the hotel lobby. You didn’t get much sleep since your thoughts of Ricky kept you up for most of the night. Tired and barely awake, you threw your hair up in a messy bun, grabbed your suitcase and backpack and headed downstairs. Most of the crew and band were there, but still waiting on Chris, Shane, and Ricky. You sat on the chair you sat in the day before and tried not to dose off while everyone waited. You felt a tap on your shoulder and your eyes opened to see Ricky standing beside you.

“Someone’s sleepy,” he said as you looked up at him.

“Shhhhh, I’m just resting my eyes,” you chuckled back at him.

After Chris and Shane were finally downstairs, everyone piled into two runner vans that were headed to the airport. And after a short drive, you arrived there. Dropping your bags off was a breeze and thankfully security wasn’t too crazy, being so early in the morning. And after a quick tram ride, you were at the gate for the plane. Just over 30 minutes later, you were walking on the plane. You found your seat and were so thankful to have the chance to go back to sleep for a while. You fashioned your backpack into somewhat of a pillow. And just when you were closing your eyes, you feel someone sit down next to you. You peaked open one eye to see Ryan.

“Looks like were plane buddies, Y/N”, Ryan whispered.

You smiled and threw a thumbs up to him. He chuckled and busted out his neck pillow.

When you closed your eyes, you must have fallen asleep pretty quickly. You didn’t feel Ryan get out of his seat. But when someone sat back down next to you and woke you up, your tiredness brought out the cranky in you.

“Ryan, you know I love you but ya girl needs sleep so sit down,” you lightly snapped at him.

“Wow someone really is sleepy,” a voice replied to you.

Your eyes shot open. You knew Ryan’s voice and that was not Ryan. Instead, you see Ricky sitting next to you with his head leaned back, eyes shut and a slight smile on his face.

“Uhhh where’s Ryan and what did you do with him,” you asked as you shut your eyes again.

Ricky chuckled. “I begged and pleaded for him to trade seats with me,” he said with a sarcastic tone, “get some sleep Y/N, it’s a long flight to San Diego.”

You could feel yourself slipping away, the drone of the airplane helped you go to sleep. You were so tired. And somehow though Ricky was the one that kept your brain up all night, him beside you also helped you sleep. And while you slept, you didn’t realize that you abandoned your backpack pillow and adjusted yourself to be resting on Ricky’s shoulder. After what seemed like only an hour, you felt Ricky move and it woke you.

“Oh shit sorry Rick,” you mumbled as you move away from him and closer to the window.

“It’s okay Y/N, didn’t mind you crushing my shoulder to sleep,” he said softly.

You rubbed your eyes for a minute and let out a big yawn.

“Jeez you slept for 4 hours and you’re still tired? You’re not a morning person, are you?” he asked.

You shook your head no. “God I can’t wait to get off this plane and into a bed.”

He chuckled.

~~~

After landing in San Diego, everyone retrieved their bags and headed to the hotel. You checked your phone to see what time it was, but also you saw you had a text from AJ.

“Nice snuggle sesh on the plane. BARF” it read.

You rolled your eyes and let out a sigh.

As the vans rolled up to the hotel and everyone got out, Ricky grabbed your suitcase for you. You smiled and thanked him as he held the door open for you. The rest of the band and crew were already forming a line at the counter to get room keys. You and Ricky were the last in line.

After getting keys, you both walked over to the elevators and waited in silence. The doors opened and you both walked in.

“What floor are you on?” you asked him.

“Uhhh, looks like 22,” he answered as he fumbled around looking at his room key.

You press the button for 22.

“Oh, are you on that floor too?” he asked.

“Great detective skills Olsen, how’d you figure that one out,” you joked as the elevator took you up.

He laughed and shook his head. As the doors open, he motioned his hand out and waited for you to go first. You walked down the hallway but noticed that he wasn’t walking behind you.

“I’m this way,” he said as the pointed down another hallway, “I guess I’ll see you later Y/N.”

“Oh yeah, sure. See ya later,” you said. You felt awkward even saying it. Why were things getting weird now? So what, you fell asleep on his should, big whoop. You told yourself that things weren’t weird and that you’re just being anxious.

You threw your suitcase on the couch in your room and quickly jumped into the bed. Even though you slept on the plane you were still so tired. As you were taking your leggings off, you heard a very quiet knock on your door. You climbed out of bed and peeped out the door to see Ricky standing there. You look down at your bare legs, shrugged your shoulders and opened the door, letting only your head be visible as you hid behind the door.

“What’s up, Rick?”

He stared at you before looking down and back up to you, “Why are you hiding behind the door?”

“Don’t worry about it, Olsen. What’s up?” you asked again.

He nervously looked down at his feet. You could tell something was bothering him.

“Spit it out, I’ve got a nap to take,” you said urging him on.

“I’ve been thinking about you a lot, Y/N. In fact, you’re all I think about,” he mumbled as he shuffled his feet.

You could feel your face rush with blood and your heart rate starting to accelerate. You stood behind the door, somewhat speechless. Was this really happening? Right here, right now?

“I’m sorry if I’m being too forward, I just can’t stay silent about my feelings towards you anymore,” he said as he finally looked up at you.

“Rick.. I..” you struggled to find words.

“I’m sorry this was a mistake,” he said as he started to walk away.

“Ricky wait,” you said as you walked out from behind the door and into the hallway.

He turned around to see you standing there in nothing but your sweater and socks, he looked you up and down. You walked right up to him, grabbed his face in your hands and kissed him. You’ve waited for this moment for what seemed like ages. His arms wrapped around your waist and you threw your arms over his shoulders. You pulled back and left your face close to his.

“Wanna come inside?” you whispered.

He shook his head and smiled at you.

While you both walked a few paces back to your room, he lifted your sweater to reveal your underwear. You giggled and swatted his hand away. After the door closed, you turned around to be greeted by Ricky, who was already taking his shirt off.

“Whoa whoa, Olsen, I invite you into my hotel room and you immediately start stripping? Dial it back,” you joked.

He laughed. “Don’t flatter yourself, I can’t sleep with a shirt on and you wanted to nap right?”

You couldn’t help but stare at his body. His tattooed arms were toned and his pants rode low on his waist. He folded up his shirt while you admired his hands. He looked at you and sat down on the couch, next to your suitcase. While he sat, he smiled at you, trying to hide his blushing face. You walked over to him and sat on top of him. You pulled his face to you and began kissing him. It started off with slow, light kisses that were interrupted by smiles and deep breaths. But slowly the innocent kissing turned passionate. His hands found their way under your sweater and were gripping your back. You had your hands on his chest and in his hair. Both of you started breathing more heavily, with an occasional moan slipping out. He tugged at your sweater which gave you the hint to take it off. You stood up in front of him and smiled.

“Oh Ricky, you’re not going to get me to strip that easily,” you chuckled as you crawled into the bed.

He stood up from the couch and made his way over to you.

“Was worth a shot!” he said as he laid down next to you.

You were facing each other, and he kissed you on the forehead.

“Can we just lay here for the whole day?” you asked.

“I would love nothing more,” he answered.

#motionless in white #motionless in white imagines #Ricky horror #chris motionless #justin marrow #vinny mauro #Ryan Sitkowski #ricky olson

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peacedolantwins · 5 years

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Sleepover

A/N: Part of my Family mini series i have going on, set after Third Time’s and before Family

It has started off as just a date between you and Ethan. You had been together for two month now and after dinner, coffee, and a walk through an empty park, neither one of you were ready to end the night. You two didn’t seem to run out of topics to talk about and weren’t ready to say goodbye to each other. And this is how you found yourself at his house, which you learned a long time ago he shared with his brother, in the middle of the night. It wasn’t the first time you had been to the house, but it was the first time you were staying over.

You both walked in quietly careful not to wake up Grayson or Skylar. He held your hand as he led you to his room, but not before stopping at Sky’s room to check in on her. After seeing her sleeping peacefully, he continued on and you found yourself in his room which has only one wall painted pink that you meant to ask about but never did.

“Can I maybe borrow a shirt?” You hadn’t been planning on staying the night but after you both realized it was really late you decided to stay over.

“Oh right, here you go,” he handed you a t-shirt and politely turned around to let you change.

“You can turn now, thank you,” he simply nodded. When he turned he noticed just how cute you looked in just his shirt that ended mid thigh and seemed to swallow you up.

He also saw how you were staying on the left side of the bed. There goes the side he preferred to sleep on. But it was okay, he could give up his side for you.

The two of you stayed up talking and laughing for a few hours, careful not to be too loud to wake up anyone in the house. Neither of you remembered falling asleep.

There was however one problem with Ethan giving up his side of the bed; Sky knew what side her daddy always slept on and knew where to go to wake him up when she wanted something. Instead of finding Ethan, she found you instead.

“Y/n!” You woke up to see the small girl eye level with you with her tiny hand on your face.

“Where daddy?” She seemed upset that you weren’t who she was looking for at…. 5:30 in the morning. Oh god did kids always get up this early? You sat up and turned to Ethan but after calling his name and some shaking, he wouldn’t budge.

“What’s wrong honey?” Looks like this was on you.

“Water,” she pouted at you. Water, okay you could do water.

You were about to get out of bed when you realized you weren’t wearing any pants at all. The shirt is long enough, but you didn’t think it would be appropriate to be around his daughter in just your underwear. Do you put your jeans back on? You were looking around the room when you saw some shorts folded up in a basket on the floor within arms reach. You quickly grabbed them and put them on, tying the strings around the waist tighter to keep them up.

“Okay lets go,” Sky grabbed the bottom of your shirt and pulled you along with her to the kitchen.

Once you were there she simply stopped and looked up at you and you realized something. Where are the cups? Does she have her own cup? Sippy cup? Is she too old for that? Can she drink out of a regular cup or would she spill it all over herself?

There wasn’t any cups laying around on the counter so you looked through the cabinets to try to find something. You found a few sippy cups and some smaller cups that had Disney designs on them. Sighing you thought of something else.

“Hey Sky, do you wanna pick your cup?” You really hoped she knew which one to get. She nodded her head excitedly and lifted her arms to be picked up. You placed her on your hip and walked closer to the cabinet. She pointed to one of the Disney cups and after multiple guesses on your part to find the one she wanted, she finally nodded her head in approval at the Moana cup.

You went over to the sink with the toddler still on your hip and filled the cup a little less than halfway before handing it to her. She grabbed it with her tiny hands before carefully taking sips from it. Once she finished she handed it back and pointed to you. You went to put it in the sink but she stopped you.

“No! You!” You were confused. It must have shown enough for her to catch on.

“You water,” Oh. She wanted you to drink. You went to grab another cup but she said no again and pointed to her cup. Looks like you’re sharing then. You filled the cup and began to drink it and when you looked over the rim you saw her smiling. Who knew drinking water could make a child happy?

“Ah,” You dramatically sighed once you finished and smiled back at her. She wiggled in your grasp wanting to be put down. Once on the ground she grabbed your shirt again and began to pull you with her. You quickly discarded the cup in the sink and followed her. She pulled you into her room and pointed at the giant stuffed bear sitting against the corner of the room. That thing was huge. It had to be taller than you for sure.

You walked over to it and followed her lead when she sat down in front of it. The both of you ended up sitting on the floor between its legs until she threw herself on top of you and crawled into your lap.

“Cuddle,” you were still confused about a lot of this but what were you supposed to do, just get up and leave? That obviously wasn’t going to happen. So you let the little girl curl up against you and you leaned into the giant bear with your arms around her. Before you knew it, both of you were fast asleep again.

It was around seven in the morning when Grayson woke up and was surprised that he actually slept in this long. Usually by now he was already woken up by Skylar or awake on his own from being used to woken up by her. He went to the kitchen thinking he’d find his niece eating breakfast with her dad but it was empty. Maybe the two of them were still asleep in his room? He walked into Ethan’s room to see him still passed out with the little girl nowhere in sight.

“Dude wake up,” he smacked him with one of the pillows. Ethan did not look happy to get woken up with a pillow to the face.

“Grayson what?”

“Is Sky still asleep?” Ethan looked over to his phone to check the time and was surprised his daughter hadn’t woken him up. Then he remembered about Y/n who wasn’t in the bed next to him and he quickly sat up.

He didn’t think you would do anything to the little girl but the fact she hadn’t woken either of them up and you weren’t there freaked him out a little. He got out of bed and rushed to her room but stopped at the door when he saw the sight in front of him.

“Sky,” he called out.

“Sh! She sleep!” Sky not so quietly whispered to him when she saw him. It wasn’t nice to make noise when people were sleeping.

Grayson followed behind him and was shocked at what he saw.

Sky sat there next to you and was brushing the pieces of hair that fell out of your ponytail while you laid there passed out against the giant bear he got his niece. You were curled up in a shirt he assumed was his brothers and rolled his eyes when he saw those hideous red shorts he thought had disappeared a while ago. You didn’t seem bothered by the little girl combing your hair with a brush that belonged to her stuffed dog.

“Sky, come here,” Grayson called out to her, hoping she would listen to him. He knew if either of them went to grab her she would start screaming and nobody deserves to be woken up to that.

“Shhhhh!” Both boys cringed when she basically yelled it. She had given up on whispering to him. Maybe he didn’t hear her when she shushed her daddy before so she just had to be louder. They also sighed when they saw you sit up, clearly startled.

Ethan’s heart fluttered when you immediately reached out for Sky and pulled her closer to you before looking around the room to see what the noise that woke you up was. When you saw it was just the boys you relaxed your hold on her and let out a deep breath.

“You woke her up! Say sorry!” She pouted at the two men standing in the doorway.

“Sorry Y/n,” you hid your laugh behind a yawn at watching these two grown men do what this tiny child said.

“Sky, go help uncle Gray make breakfast please,” Ethan told her and she made her way over to him then headed to the kitchen. He then went over and helped you get up from the floor where you’d been for the past hour.

“Hey, I’m so sorry she woke you up and dragged you over here-“ he was rambling.

“Ethan, it’s okay. It’s not how I expected to start my morning, but really it’s okay, don’t worry about it.” You really didn’t mind, you found the little girl adorable and entertaining so there wasn’t anything to be mad about.

“Y/n, my two year old dragged you out of bed and had you sleeping on the floor, it’s okay to be a little upset,” he totally understood if you were.

“It’s fine, I promise,” you grabbed his hands and and wrapped his arms around you for a hug.

“Lets go see what they’re making,” he pulled you out of the room and lead you to the kitchen where Skylar sat with a bowl of cereal while Grayson was making omelettes.

“Do you want any help?” You offered.

“Nah, you’re good, you’re the guest who let us sleep in for once, I got it,” he shooed you off to the table. Ethan came over with a cup of orange juice for you and another for smaller cup for Sky. He had just placed hers down when she shook her head.

“Sky, it’s just the cup it’s okay,” he tried to reason with the two year old but after all, she was two so nothing was okay if didn’t say it was. She looked to you as if you could solve it all for her.

“Water cup?” You asked her and she nodded her head. “I think she wants the same cup from earlier. I left it in the sink, I hope that’s okay?” You had meant to wash it but that didn’t happen.

“More than okay,” he went back to the kitchen to grab the cup.

“Bro she offers to help make breakfast and actually put something in the sink? And got up in the morning with Sky? I like this one, don’t lose her,” how Ethan managed to get you to go out with him is something Grayson still doesn’t understand.

“I really hope I don’t,” Ethan finished washing off the cup before switching the juice into it from the last cup before setting it down in front of his daughter.

“You go,” she pointed to your own glass. You took it and took a sip from it.

“Now you,” you pointed to her cup which she then took a sip from.

“How’d you do that?”

“Do what?” You didn’t understand what you did that Ethan was questioning it.

“She won’t drink her orange juice unless we bribe her with something and she drank it on the first try with you. How?” He loved his daughter to pieces but her in the morning was a handful and you managed to make it go so easy.

“I don’t know?” You shrugged and that was when Grayson came in carrying plates of food.

“I just put bacon in yours, I wasn’t sure if you were picky or anything,” he set yours down in front of you.

“It’s perfect, thank you,” you were about to cut into it when you felt a tap on your arm. You looked over to see Sky staring at you and pointing towards your knife.

“Cut pwease,”

“Hey, I got it,” Ethan went to slide her plate towards him but stopped when she started screaming. “Skylar, stop it,” he scolded her.

“It’s okay I can do it,” with that Sky pushed her plate towards you. You cut up her omelette into small pieces for her but you couldn’t help but feel Ethan’s eyes on you while you did it and not in a good way.

You passed back the plate to her and started in on your own food, not wanting to look back up. Did you do something wrong already? The four of you ate in silence, except for the soft mumbles coming from Sky. Once you finished, you excused yourself and headed back into Ethan’s room but not before putting your plate in the sink.

You finished putting your clothes on from the night before and placed the clothes you borrowed from him on his bed, not wanting to just throw them on the floor. Once you had your stuff you grabbed your keys and headed back to the dinning room where everyone still sat.

“Hey, I’m gonna go. Thank you for breakfast Grayson, and I’m sorry if I overstepped any boundaries with her. I’m just gonna-“ you offered a small wave and turned back to leave. You were at the door when Ethan called after you.

“Y/n, hey look I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to make breakfast tense like that. I’m just not used to Sky wanting someone else other than Gray to do stuff for her. She usually doesn’t like people we have over or it takes her a long time to warm up to them and with you- I don’t know. She follows you around and wants you to help her. It’s just always been the three of us and it’s new having someone else part of that now. I’m just not used to seeing that from her, you didn’t overstep anything I promise,” he reassured you. He was glad Skylar liked you, he just wasn't used to her attention not being on him.

“Stay for a while? If you’re not busy or anything,” he looked at you hopefully.

“I can stay,” he pulled you in and held you close before taking you back to the table with him.

“She stay daddy?” Sky asked him.

“Yeah baby, she's staying.” He gently ruffled her hair that badly needed to be brushed.

“She can stay as long as she wants to.”

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bamon4bamily · 4 years

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TVD 9x06 (part 1) Enjoy! =)

Cut to – freaky old mansion, Darius’s room. A portal closes; we see Bonnie laying on Darius’s bed, in a deep sleep, Danae still holding her hand.

DARIUS: Hello, sister.

DANAE: (Looking terrified) Darius…

DARIUS: Don’t look so frightened, Lish, I’m the one looking at a ghost. God, it’s crazy seeing you in the flesh… (he tries to touch her, she quickly steps aside in a panic).

DARIUS: Calm down, I’m not going to hurt you. You made me a promise (looks at Bonnie) and you kept it.

DANAE: I did, now let me go.

DARIUS: I’m sorry, sis, but I can’t do that.

DANAE: We had a deal…

DARIUS: And I will keep my word. I said I wouldn’t hurt you, and I won’t, pinky swear. But I’m sure you can understand why I can’t let you go; can’t have any loose ends…

DANAE: You bastard!

DARIUS: (Sarcastic laugh) I think we both know who the bastard is; mother was always such a flirt.

DANAE: Please, just let me go. I followed your instructions; I swear I’ll keep my mouth shut and disappear.

DARIUS: (Changing the subject) You know, it truly baffles me that you would think I wasn’t aware that you have been alive for all these years… Come on, Lish, I thought you were smarter than that… Do you really think all that tragedy came from karma? Granted it must’ve had a hand in it, but… really? You couldn’t figure it out? Guess the genius genes do come from my father’s side…

DANAE: You’ve known all this time?

DARIUS: Of course, I have. The only reason you are still alive is not because of your flawed immortality serum, which I’ve perfected, by the way, but because I’ve allowed you to… What can I say, I’m a sucker for family drama.

DANAE: You are insane…

DARIUS: We all go a little mad sometimes… (with sarcasm) Yet, I wasn’t the one locked up in an Asylum for years.

DANAE: It was you... You were the one that got me locked up…

DARIUS: Oh no, you did that all on your own; I only suggested the pertinent treatments.

DANAE: (In painful wrath) They put a needle through my eyeball, you crazy fuck!

DARIUS: Trial and error, sis, that’s the only way to verify a theory… just ask your “friend” Marie… Oh wait, you can’t…

DANAE: (Charges him) I’ll kill you!!!!

DARIUS: (Restrains her with his hands; Bonnie starts to move) Shhhhh… you are waking her up. It’s time for you to take a time out; I’ll take it from here. (Some freaky hooded people come in and take Danae away, Darius sits by the bedside, holds Bonnie’s hand).

DANAE: (As she is being taken away) She is going to destroy you, and I’m going to enjoy every minute of it!

DARIUS: (To the hooded people) Put her in the bunker.

Cut back to – The Mikaelson mansion, 12:05 am. It’s pitch dark. Everyone is passed out on the floor; after a few seconds, they start to react.

DAMON: (Confused) What the hell happened?

ALARIC: I have no idea, but… (before he can even finish his sentence, Damon vamps upstairs to check on Bonnie; she and Danae have vanished… Damon, desperately, vamps his way through every inch of the mansion looking for her, she’s nowhere to be found).

KLAUS: (Also searching) Damon, we have searched everywhere, they are gone.

DAMON: How? We were all by the door, there is no way…

KLAUS: Cloaking spell, who knows? You seem to forget how magic works, my friend, anything is possible. Now, let’s go get the others. (They regather with the group downstairs, Klaus lights some candles so that everyone can have some visibility).

ALARIC: What is going on?!

KLAUS: Bonnie and Danae are gone.

ALARIC: What!? How?

KLAUS: Enough with the how; we need to focus on the where and why.

TYLER: Uhm, guys, I think we have another problem (points to Katherine who is in a catatonic state, they try to snap her out of it, but she is unresponsive, completely lost in a daze).

LEXI: Can’t believe this is happening! I thought we had the perfect plan...

ALARIC: They must have figured it out, orchestrated some sort of stealth attack…

RADKA: All I remember was waiting by the door to attack upon arrival, then I saw an overwhelming light and blacked out.

KHUYANA: Me too…

ALARIC: I think we all did.

DAMON: Enough with the chit chat; we need to find Bonnie.

ALARIC: And we will, Damon, but we have to figure out what we are dealing with first.

DAMON: What is there to figure out, Ric? We know what we are dealing with; a lunatic mind-freak asshole, and his cult groupies. So, let’s skip the over rationalization, and get to the action. Plan is simple, find these bastards, kill these bastards, get Bonnie back.

KLAUS: I agree with Damon, for once.

CAROLINE: Me too.

ALARIC: I would like nothing more, but we don’t even know where these cult freaks are!

KHUYANA: I have a feeling someone might… Matt.

KLAUS: Well, love, that’s not very helpful given that your husband was a no show.

TYLER: My bet is that he’s at the Mayor house; Matt told me he was hosting a Halloween ball; and, for some fucked reason, Matt always seems to be wherever he is.

DAMON: So, what are we waiting for? Let’s go!

CAROLINE: I’m game, but first we need to stop by the house and make sure everyone is okay. And leave this one (referring to Katherine) to someone’s care.

DAMON: We can’t waste any time, Care. Klaus, Tyler and I will go find Matt, you guys go back to the house. Once we find Donovan, we’ll drag his sneaky ass back and figure out our next move.

CAROLINE: Okay, just please, don’t do anything without us.

KLAUS: We won’t, love, I’ll make sure of it.

DAMON: Whatever; (to Klaus and Tyler) wolf-boys, let’s move.

Everyone leaves; as they are driving, they stare in disbelief at the scenery; the entire town seems to be having a total blackout; not a single light at sight.

Cut to – freaky old mansion. Darius takes Bonnie into a private section of the mansion. It’s a strange ballroom, set up as a worship haven, reminiscing of Stanley Kubrick’s “Eyes Wide Shut” scene…

DARIUS: My queen… behold your kingdom. (He takes her by the hand and leads her to the center of the altar, inside a Hecate symbol. All the guests, wearing hooded togas and masks, kneel upon her).

DARIUS: At last, the goddess has arrived! (They start chanting in her worship).

BONNIE: (Whispers to Darius) Darling, this is a bit much, don’t you think?

DARIUS: Nothing is too much when it comes to you. Bonnie Sheila Bennett, you are a goddess, you just need to believe it. You can do anything you set your mind to, no restrictions, no consequences. You are the alpha and the omega…

BONNIE: No restrictions... that does sound tempting…

DARIUS: Just let yourself be free, my love, embrace your destiny...

Bonnie, seduced by the feeling of absolute power, lets go of the last hold she has over who she is and embraces her power to the fullest. A huge energy field emerges from her, the biggest one yet...At this precise moment, a new Bonnie is born, a child of fire and desire, a purely instinctual creature with the power to create… and destroy.

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Cut to- freaky bunker. Matt, sitting outside the heavily sealed door, which is now open. He is crying.

MATT: (To himself) What have I done… what have I done…

MILITARY MAN: General…

MATT: Don’t call me that! I’m not a General! I am the Sheriff of Mystic Falls, that is all…I don’t belong here...

MILITARY MAN: I’ll give you some space, Sir. (Walks away, approaches another military man) I think the General has lost his mind…

MILITARY MAN 2: Cut him some slack, he’s under a lot of stress. How would you react if that order had to come from you? That has to break a man...

MILITARY MAN: Do you think we are doing the right thing, here?

MILITARY MAN 2: Not sure if it’s the right thing but it’s the only thing we can do if we want to have a fighting chance.

Cut to – The Salvatore mansion. Stefan, Elena, and Sam are in the living room. The gang walks in. Caroline sees Stefan and runs to hug him.

CAROLINE: Oh, thank god, you are alright! The girls?

STEFAN: They are sleeping, they fine; we are all fine, it’s just a blackout.

CAROLINE: Oh, trust me, it’s much more than that.

ELENA: (To Caroline, looking quite pissed) Uhm, hello?!

CAROLINE: Elena! Oh my god, you are here! I totally forgot to…

ELENA: Oh, I know! Stefan put me up to do date… what the hell, Care!?

CAROLINE: I’m sorry, we thought you didn’t want to be involved in these things anymore. (To Sam) Hey, Sam…

SAM: Hey… (looking quite uncomfortable, given the situation).

ELENA: Where is Bonnie?

CAROLINE: We don’t know, something went wrong…

STEFAN: What happened?

CAROLINE: As soon as the clock stroke midnight, there was this huge light blast, then everyone passed out. When we woke up, Bonnie and Danae were gone.

STEFAN: Where is Damon?

CAROLINE: He went with Klaus and Tyler to look for Matt; we think he might know where Darius is.

STEFAN: (Looking at a catatonic Katherine) And what happened to her?

RADKA: We don’t know either… she won’t snap out it; she is physically fine, but…

CAROLINE: She’ll be okay, she is just in shock. (To Alaric) Let’s go check on the girls…

ALARIC: They are asleep, Care, we don’t want to wake them.

CAROLINE: We won’t; just as kiss so they know we are fine. (They go upstairs).

ELENA: Lexi, glad to see you made it back…

LEXI: (With a bit of disdain; still resentful for how she hurt Stefan) Well it was all thanks to my girl Bonnie… now that’s what I call I real woman.

STEFAN: So, Lex, can you tell us exactly what happened?

LEXI: I’ll try my best…

Cut to – The Mayor’s mansion. Damon, Klaus, and Tyler arrive.

DAMON: How come this is the only place that has electricity?

TYLER: Privileges of the elite…

KLAUS: Please, Lockwood, if that were the case, there be electricity at my house as well. (Tyler rolls his eyes; they ring the doorbell).

ANTHONY: Fashionably late, I see. Invitations, please.

DAMON: One vampire and two hybrids, how is that for an invitation?

ANTHONY: I’m afraid I don’t follow your sense of humor, Sir. So, once again, invitations, please.

KLAUS: What he means is that if you don’t invite us in, we will rip your insides out… how is that for a sense of humor?

ANTHONY: Gentlemen, I don’t want any trouble, but I cannot allow you inside without an invitation.

EDWARD: (Edward comes to the door, sensing something is up) Anthony, what is going on?

ANTHONY: Sir, I…

TYLER: Wow, you really went all out with your costume…

DAMON: (To himself) I freakin hate clowns…

EDWARD: What is the trouble here?

KLAUS: We are looking for Matt Donovan, we were told he might be around…

EDWARD: Well, you have been misinformed, the Sheriff is not here. Granted he was invited, but he declined. Feel free to come inside and see for yourselves.

ANTHONY: Sir…

EDWARD: It’ fine, Anthony. Come in; you are also welcome to indulge if you like.

Cut to back to – the old freaky mansion. Darius and Bonnie inside his illusion realm.

BONNIE: That kiss made me thrust, care to offer this lady a drink?

DARIUS: I would be delighted (holds her hand and takes her to the bar).

DARIUS: (To the bartender) Champagne for the lady.

BARTENDER: Coming right up, Sir.

BONNIE: Actually, I’m bourbon kinda a gal. (Mocking) I thought you knew me better...

DARIUS: Sorry, love, I assumed…

BONNIE: Well, you know what they say about assuming (winks, Darius looks confused). Just teasing, dear. (Gives him a peck on the cheek, then looks around). This is quite the party…

DARIUS: It’s all for you, my love.

BONNIE: You spoil me too much.

DARIUS: Anything for you…

BONNIE: You are making blush…

DARIUS: I love to see you blush.

BONNIE: Careful. I might not be able to control myself.

DARIUS: Neither will I…

(They kiss passionately, find themselves a private spot, and...)

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Cut back to – the Mayor’s mansion. Damon, Tyler, and Klaus are looking for Matt.

TYLER: (Looking at the decadence) Damn, and here I thought I had seen it all… These people are freaking insane…

DAMON: Concentrate, Lockwood! (Getting frustrated) Where the hell is Donovan!?

KLAUS: I think the clown was telling the truth...

EDWARD: (Who has snuck up on them) I told you...

DAMON: (Jumps in a fright) Jesus, holly shit hole!

EDWARD: I take it you don’t like clowns (smirks)? I’m sorry, gentlemen, but he is not here. And, now that I know he wasn’t with you either, I think I just might know where, or rather, who he is with. As much as it hurts that he would betray my trust, I’m almost certain that he is with a man called Darius.

KLAUS: You know Darius?

EDWARD: Unfortunately, I do. Has been the stone in my shoe for quite some time now.

DAMON: Where can we find him?

EDWARD: At a freaky old mansion… thing is, it’s not easy to find.

TYLER: What do you mean?

EDWARD: Well, it seems to appear and disappear; making it quite difficult to track.

DAMON: I’ve seen that trick before, we just need the location; we’ll figure it out from there.

EDWARD: You make it sound so simple. You are aware of who you are dealing with, correct? Darius is the master of illusion, capable of making you believe whatever he wants…

DAMON: (Getting pissed off) Can you tell us the location, or not!?

EDWARD: Temper, temper… Listen, Damon, is it? All I can tell you is that the last time I was able to locate the mansion it was at this address (shows them a location on his phone).

TYLER: That’s impossible; that’s where Matt’s old house is.

EDWARD: Well, that´s uncanny...

DAMON: (To Klaus and Tyler) Let’s go...

EDWARD: If you are thinking that the trick is a cloaking spell, I can assure it’s not. Like I said, Darius is an illusionist, the only way to see through his illusions is to find a loophole; and trust me, that is not an easy thing to do; especially if you don’t have the proper abilities. So, unless one of you is a psychic-witch, it’s pretty much useless.

DAMON: How were you able to find him before?

EDWARD: With a little help from my friends (points to a mystery lady, and a strange man).

KLAUS: (Completely taken with her) She is breathtaking... (stares in intrigue) seems so familiar...

EDWARD: Does she, now?

TYLER: What’s with the freaky glove?

EDWARD: Let’s just say, she has quite a peculiar taste.

DAMON: Can she help us find Darius?

EDWARD: She can, but I must warn you, with her, there is always a price to pay.

DAMON: I really don’t care, as long as she can lead us to Bonnie.

EDWARD: Okay, but don’t say I didn’t warn you. Come with me. (They approach the mystery lady) My dear, I’d like to introduce you to some friends of mine...

LADY: Pleasure to meet your acquaintance, gentleman.

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TVD 9x06 (part 2) coming soon! Hope you stop by, read and enjoy! =)

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interstellix · 4 years

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yes i am actually 80 shhhhh but pls our environments r not good :( and our current leader does not care either LOL 😭😭😭😭 YOURE NOT A RAT OMFG PLS MAAM what the hell :( if u were an animal u would b a koala bc they’re so cute and everyone loves koalas!!!! and please i could 100% beat you, no questions 😎🤚 ALSO HAHAHAHAHAH it’s only like 3:40pm here please go get some sleep :((((

omg i'm sorry for sounding like mean or smth rn but i've heard sm shit abt him, esp during the fires wtf ):

bUT I HAVE TO SAY THO i've been wanting to go to australia for the longest time ever just bc of the nature, it's lit r ally the total opposite of sweden's nature and i just :((

ALSO PLS URE SO CUTE I- a koala omg can i pls fucking hug you-

IM A DUMBASS K im so sorry i fell asleep just a bit after that and woke up at 4pm LOL i hate myself

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mao mao fanfiction prompts: rufus x reg (winter themed)

winter themed

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rufus x reg: con artist boyfriends

hand holding (rufus POV)

it’s cold as balls so i stole 2 pairs of gloves and offered to share, but instead of giving you your own pair i lied about how many i had, so now we’re both wearing 1 glove each and holding hands

y’kno, to make sure we don’t get frostbite *cough cough*

also since it’s SOOOO cold we obviously have to be really REALLY close to each other

like, close enough that we’re basically sandwiching our joined hands between our bodies cuz if we’re only holding hands then only our palms will be warm and not the back hand or fingers

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mistletoe

they were running away from someone they scammed and at one point passed under some mistletoe

later on reg tugs rufus down and pecks him on the cheek and rufus is like ‘?!?!?!’ before reg explains about the mistletoe and rufus tries to laugh it off but he’s still blushing

check below the read more for more prompts and dialogue examples

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scarf sharing

rufus’ scarf gets dirty so they share reg’s spare long scarf (can’t share the usual one cuz it’s too tiny)

rufus’ scarf gets dirty but since it’s such a big part of his aesthetic when scamming people (or because he gets cold easier than reg does), reg lightly tugs him down

rufus thinks he’s gonna get a kiss and does the smooch face, but reg is just tying his own scarf around rufus’ neck as a temporary replacement

if he ties it the same way as rufus’ usual look, then there’s a point where he basically touches rufus’ chest cuz he has to tuck it in (rufus shivers, because of the cold, of course lol)

the other version of this is the one where reg only knows how to tie the scarf the way HE wears it, so rufus gets a little bow

rufus buries his face into the scarf out of embarrassment and he's like ‘thank you’ but also internally he's like ‘oh my god it smells like reg, his fav snack, and laundry’

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i’m sleepy and got into the same bed cuz it’s warm

either reg or rufus wakes up because they’re cold, then climbs under the covers with the other con artist and spoons them

if reg woke up first he’d cling to rufus’ back and wake him up cuz his paws are cold

rufus would be embarrassed and be like ‘reg?! what are you-’ before being shushed by reg, maybe rufus turns over and curls his body around reg after making sure he’s actually asleep

if rufus woke up first, he’d try to make sure reg was asleep before crawling into the same bed and curling into a ball next to him

he’d almost fall asleep before getting startled because reg moved closer in his sleep and started cuddling his tail (which poofed out)

rufus slowly pulls reg even closer cuz he wants his tail back but he’s also trying REALLY HARD not to wake up his partner (in crime) and oh, ok i guess this is happening now

reg is cuddled up to rufus, who’s cradling him with his tail, and they’re sharing a blanket, that’s cool... it’s up to the author to decide if rufus slowly falls asleep to reg’s breathing or if he stays up cuz he’s embarrassed

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(Halloween extra that @redstreakfox wrote for me during a gift exchange)

rufus and reg general mayhem on Halloween, maybe stealing candy, maybe getting revenge on the sheriff’s department

if the scam fails, reg is like ‘oh wait i still have a candy!’ and takes one out from under his hat to share with rufus

fic they wrote for me is HERE and on AO3

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rufus: ( ;O<O) oh god i hope he doesn’t ask why he doesn’t just wear the gloves and have me stuff my hands in my jacket pockets

reg: *derpy eyes* yeah ok that makes sense

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reg: oh, we passed by some mistletoe when we were running away earlier, tradition right? haha

rufus, kind of crying on the inside: hHHAHAAH YES TRADITION OF COURSE, TOTALLY DIDN'T THINK YOU WERE JUST KISSING ME FOR THE FUN OF IT OR CUZ YOU LIKED ME BACK AAHAHAHHHHHHHH

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rufus: r-reg?! what’re you-

reg: *half asleep, barely hanging on* shhhhh shshshsh, ‘m sleepy rufusszz Z Z Z

rufus: i-uh, okay? *settles in*

#my words #fanfiction prompts #cartoons #mao mao heroes of pure heart #mmhoph #rufus #reg #rufreg #LGBTQA #foxes #raccoons #animals

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Infinity Ch.6- Of Unicorns and Fairies.

Summary: QUEEN AU where Roger Taylor is a young single dad struggling to make it into music industry.

Warnings: not really. Just fluff, sappiness and swearwords here and there

Disclaimer : I don't own the pictures. The boys are based on Queen, (but slightly changed for the sake of the plot). Piper, Gina and Callie are mine.

So, I’ve decided to change the names back for this chapter, just because.

Found this pic on Tumblr, don’t remember where. Sorry.

None of the boys would ever forget the first time they met their niece...

It was four days after Rog and Piper's first day at home. All he seemed to do was feed, being puked on, change, being peed/ pooped on, not sleep, survive on coffee, walk around, feed, being puked on... Oh, and cry. Sometimes it was just impossible not to join her.

Besides, if she didn't decide to grow out of the skin to skin thing and found another way to content herself soon, Rog was going to catch some serious cold.

That's why he was happy to get a call from the boys, that gave him a reason to walk out of the feed-puke-change cycle for a while. Also he was glad to speak with somebody without cooing.

All of that said, the prospect of leaving the house for the first time with Piper was scary.

"C'mon Rog, we gotta knock the last demo out before we can send the album" Brian insisted, when he said he'd <<think about it>>.

"And we wanna meet her!" Fred's voice chimed in from the background.

"You do?" He replied above her cries as he laid her on her tummy so she rested across his forearm. "Shhhhh"

"Of course!" Brian reassured. "She's our niece!"

"I don't know man..." He trailed off, looking down at his kid, who screamed for no apparent reason, making him feel a total useless man for the third time that morning. "She isn't feeling well. And honestly I'm feeling like a piece of shit too. Haven't slept in 5 days" he then softened his tone looking down at the little girl as he swayed her side to side in a vain attempt to calm the two of them down. "Hush Princess. You're alright."

"C'mon. Don't make us go there. We expect you there at 3..."

"3 Is tummy time" he said automatically.

"Tummy time? What the hell??" Brian had the same reaction he had when reading about it. It did sound ridiculous if you didn't know what it was about

"Yes it's... Lay her on her stomach so she'll eventually learn to hold her head and stuff. It's very important."

He tried to remember the long list of benefits he had read countless times in the books, but his brain told him to piss off.

"And how long does that take you?" The guitarist sighed.

"Oh just a couple minutes but she can get a bit cranky and that's like... I don't know, the time to get her settled down is different each time and... Right after that it's her feed, and I wanna do that here just in case she gets sick on me which is apparently like her own little Olympic sport so then I'll have to bath her and get her ready. And then... Look, 4-4:15 sounds alright? She'll be asleep by then and I'll have time for one song."

"Ufff.. I'm exhausted just from hearing you pal." Brian chuckled. "Okay, come at 4. We'll get our parts recorded so you do yours when you get there. So our silly mistakes won't ruin your tempo" he mocked.

"Yea, yes whatever." Rog chuckled too, feeling the nappy to see if that was the problem.

"But if you don't like our arrangement,. you can fuck yourself okay?"

"What-fucking-ever mate." He replied. The nappy was not wrong, and he was running out of goddamn ideas.

"John asks if You still remember to play." Brian laughed.

Rog didn't dignify that with a reply and simply hung up to focuse on his daughter. She had to be fine! "Hey baby, what's wrong? C'mon," he pleaded "I've just fed you, and you can't be dirty yet. So what's the matter, hon? Give me a clue and I swear I'll figure it out but I need your help darl'." He began to pace around the small apartment, and placed his hand on her back for support.

He adored her, really, but for someone who couldn't even roll on herself, or anything at all by herself, she kept him on his toes and worn out.

"Come on, come... Oww." Just as requested, Piper replied to his questions by puking all over him. Fuck. He always forgot to burp her after the feeds! He just couldn't remember it when he had to. And the Prune always made him pay the price. He sighed, giving in to the cycle again.

Thankfully, just as Rog had predicted, by 4 Piper had settled into sleep, after being changed, fed, and everything. She was all ready to go. And so was Rog. Or so he thought.

Had he grabbed enough formula? What if he lost a pinky? Better get them all. It was February, maybe she'd get cold so he grabbed a few more blankets. And a parenting book just in case something new happened he didn't know how to handle. Oh and a change of clothes, and half a packet of nappies. And some toys so she wouldn't get bored. Okay, now they were ready to... Oh fuck, where had he left the car keys?!

To put a long story short, he basically ended up stuffing three extra bags into the car "just in case" but almost forgot Piper inside.

Meanwhile, in the studio….

"He's late." Fred pointed out when the clock ticked 5 and their drummer still hadn't shown up. That was usually Fred, who was often late and even tho Rog came close second, it was unlike him to take this long.

Then again, Rog was pretty much unlike himself lately.

"Do you think they're fine?"

"Sure. Maybe he's just fallen asleep." John reassured.

"Maybe he's had to go back cause he's forgotten the baby." Fred giggled. That would be something Rog was totally capable of.

Suddenly the door opened, and Rog entered with a bag one hand Piper's car seat on the other. His hair couldn't be messier if he tried, and... Was that vomit on his shoulder?

"This is she then?"

"The one and only." Rog beamed proudly as he set the carseat where they could all have a look at his newborn daughter.

"She's... " Brian raised an eyebrow, not really sure of what to say. "Um... what's the regular comment?"

"Oh you can say it. She's a prune." Rog admitted, while readjusting the green blanket on her for the 10th time since they had left home. She was wearing 5 layers plus the blanket, and honestly looked so cozy Rog was proud of himself; if he managed to end this first outing without the prune catching a cold, he'd consider this a success.

They nodded in agreement. She was a . wrinkly thing for sure.

"And this is nothing compared to how she looked on her birth day." Rog continued. "But she's a beautiful prune. My lil' raisin" he smiled softly at her before glaring menacingly at his band mates. "And I will punch the shit out of whoever disagrees."

The other three laughed nervously, instinctively backing up a little. They knew Rowan Queen wasn't one to joke about punching.

"She's one cute prune." John agreed a smile from ear to ear, going to hug his friend, soon joined by the other two.

"Em, what's that smell?" Fred said, as they all scrunched their noses and looked down at the carseat.

"I don't smell anything."

"Well, pal... She must've killed your nasal nerves or something cause... Damn" Brian said

"But she can't... I mean she's just gone." Rog leaned over to sniff around his daughter sides so he wouldn't disturb her. "Nope. Not her."

Fred leaned over him and breathed. "When was the last time you took a shower, man?"

The thoughtful expression on their friend's face was all the answer they needed.

"It's you" they all said at once.

"Aw, fuck really tho?" Rog smelt his armpit. "I still don't smell anything"

"Brain defense mechanism." Brian pointed out. "Oh wait you missed that biology class cause you were hangover again."

"Shut up, Brian. I'm hella sleep deprived you don't want to mess with me."

The others chuckled. He was the embodiment of exhaustion, but something had changed. He looked... Happier somehow. And still capable of punching someone in the face if tempted.

"So, let's begin." Rog clapped his hands together, anxious to finally get back behind the drums.

"Wait, you just gonna leave her here?" Ren asked.

"Yes. I can see her just fine from my spot. C'mon." He leaned over to kiss her forehead and entered the booth.

"Ain't getting in there with you, stinky dumpster." John scrunched up his nose.

"You're the ones who wanted me to be in the studio." Rog crossed the door and sat on his beloved stool. Damn it felt good to be back.

He had been so busy with Pips he hadn't really thought about drums, but now he realized how much he needed this.

"Where do we begin?"

"Sandstorm. Remember?" Brian smirked.

"Yes you just... Get the stick, hit the snares..." John joked.

"Don't forget the metal yellow Chinese hats. They're cymbals." Fred chimed in too.

"And that pedal you have there? That's a base drum, very important."

He rolled his eyes, but played along, after letting his eyes flick to Pips. "How? Like this?" He played badly on purpose.

"Yes, lastly, there's a thing called rhythm , y'know? Try now?" Fred added.

His eyes flicked again to Pip, who stirred slightly. "Okay enough bullshit. Let's get started."

They did it in one take as he didn't lose tempo at all. Infact he was somewhat proud of himself for still having the skill on the kit. (Because, it had been less than two weeks since he had last sat on the stool, but it felt like years.) He also found his eyes flicking to his Piper every ten seconds or so, feeling the compulsive need to make sure he was fine.

Of course she was. She was sleeping in the car seat, nothing was gonna happen.

Timing was perfect. Just as the song was ending, he saw her begin to squirm in her car seat.

He finished the final bit with his eyes nailed on her, even sped up the tempo unconsciously, anxious to finish so he could get to her.

The other members noticed, of course, but didn't say anything when following his gaze towards the squirming infant and figuring out. They'd re-do the last bit later. That could wait. But watching Roger Taylor interact with a baby -not any baby, but HIS own baby- was something as unimaginable for them at that point as seeing a fairy riding a flying yellow unicorn.

They didn't know what to expect.

"Hello sweetheart." He cooed, exiting the soundproofed glass to the table where her carseat sat and lifting her small squirming body to his sweaty chest. "Hey my love. Hey. Hush. Shush. What is it? What's the matter darling?" He cooed, kissing her forehead. She was unusually warm. "Hey, you're feeling hot baby? Hmm? Well let me take care of that."

He lowered her to the couch and unswaddled her before taking another layer out. Maybe he had overdressed her. It was the first time they were properly out and he didn't know what to expect, so he decided to stuff her into 5 layers, before bundling her up. Okay now he knew that was overdoing it. "There we are lovie. C'mere." He brought her back to his chest, a smile escaping his lips when he felt the gentle tug of her small hand wrapping around his hair.

"Shhhhh. It's alright. It's okay baby." He began to pace rythmically around the room for a few minutes, until she calmed down. "There you are, you just wanted Daddy huh? Well I missed you too lil prune" he spoke, oblivious to everything else including the three pairs of eyes following them around as if he was a unicorn holding a fairy.

Damn he was like a completely different person.

"I didn't know he was so good with kids." Brian mumbled, all his doubts and worries clearing, if only a bit, at the look in his friends eyes.

Rog had always looked like he would become the typical bachelor with no ties and no commitment. Now he just looked like someone who was desperately in love.

"Paternal instinct, gentleman" John announced. "But I'm surprised he has one, tho." He added, after a moment of consideration.

The three of them had made a bet on whether the drummer would knock someone up, and apparently he and Brian had won Fred. John had been the closest: he said he'd do it before finishing high school.

But none of them had gone beyond that. Nobody was crazy enough to ever see this outcome happening. However, from that first conversation on the phone, something in his brother's voice when he told them about his new <<Lil'raisin>> sounded just right to him. And the way he now paced the room clutching the small bundle to him as if she was a treasure, just proved his point even more.

"Daddy..." was all Fred managed to mouth out of the hundreds of thoughts flashing on his brain. He was, to put it simple, speechless, but we'll get to that later.

"You're gonna love this place when you grow up, yes you will." Rog's voice continued, as he made his way back to the table. "And we will teach you to play Everything. And I bet you will rock on drums, just like Daddy..." His heart jumped in his chest at the concept of teaching his Prune how to play.

"Yes, he's called himself Daddy without any... Sexual subtext" Brian commented back to Fred.

Oh Fred's subtext was very much so.

"Little Rog finally grown!" John grinned, startling the drummer, who jolted out his bubble and held his daughter close.

"What?!" He hissed, offering his index to the babe.

"Nothing, just..." Brian began.

"Commenting the situation." John grinned.

"Hmm" Was all Fred could hum, still transfixed in his trance.

His friends just waved it off. This had happened before, once backstage -well, if the Campus' canteen restroom counted as backstage-, while they got ready. He was fine after a while.

"Is she okay?" John nodded towards the infant, who hadn't quite settled down yet.

"Oh, yes. Just... Overheated. It's a new feeling to her, cause our home isn't exactly a warmest place, is It?" The new dad changed her to an upright position on his shoulder so he could rub comforting circles on her back. "No it's not, so we have to sleep all bundled up." He looked up at his friends "Which reminds me I need help with the crib. I don't have time to do it alone and I'm afraid to end up crushing her one night."

Well, scared is not the word. Rather <<Terrified to the point sometimes he only felt it safe to sleep on the floor.>>

"Sure mate. We can help you out while you take a well deserved and needed shower." Brian suggested.

"Sounds like a plan"

Meanwhile John approached from behind Rog to get a good look at her. She was still wrinkly, but her eyes were already captivating and John knew she would use them against all of them in no time. Of course it was too soon to make out who she looked like, let alone start trying to guess who the mother was. And... Wait, that on her forehead... "Is she supposed to have acne already?"

"Yep. I freaked out too when I saw it was, but it'll disappear in a bit." Rog said "Wanna hold her?"

"Woah, you sharing your girls?"

"Gotta look for her pinky anyway."

John grinned and held his arms out.

"Know how it goes?" Rog questioned, without moving one muscle.

"I'm studying pediatric psychology." John said matter of factly.

"That you're studying kids don't mean you actually know what to do with them."

"You didn't even studied kids -or anything at all- and you're fine. I got a bonus."

"If you fucking drop or hurt her man..." Rog warned, suddenly insecure about letting his child go.

"Just give her over, damn." John urged.

Rog kissed her forehead and passed her to John so he had her nestled in his arms.

"All good?" Rog asked. It felt weird, after being just the two of them since they had been discharged, to see her in someone else's arms. Which was ridiculous cause he was only turn around for two minutes to look for whatever pinky that hadn't decided to hide away.

"Perfect. Stop being a moron and do what you have to do." John looked down at his niece "Hello darling Piper. I know your brain is still hardly developed at this point and you're not gonna remember any of this but I'm your uncle John and I already love you very much." And he did. He knew he'd do anything for that new little person.

"Sappy." Fred grinned, back to being his witty self again.

"You cried watching Titanic. Your argument is invalid." John replied, eyes not leaving the tiny girl, who stared back at him.

"Everyone does, always."

"It was the 10th time you watched it!"

"And I don't trust anyone who doesn't cry every time Jack..." He chose not to say it, or he'd break down just from recalling it.

"He's a silly one, that Fred, isn't he?" John cooed down at Piper, who kept looking at him with those round grey eyes, and he had a vision, or a prediction, that those eyes would make him buy her a pony in a few years time.

"I'll just never understand why people speak with that high pitched voice at kids. It's ridiculous" Brian rolled his brown eyes. He was an only child, and the youngest cousin of his family so he hadn't really got to treat with kids too often.

"Well, out of all of us You're the one who sings like the Smurfs, so cut it." Rowan arrived with the purple pinky and carefully put it in her mouth.

"You gonna go back to sleep or you're done?" He asked with the highest note on his register, just to piss Brian off "We should probably get going to my place so I can shower while she's happy."

"Why the hurry?"

"Cause it's only matter of time before she needs something and I'm not letting you do it. Nor have the time to teach you how to change a nappy or make a bottle" he carefully took her from John and walked back to the carseat, placing her inside and slinging the bag on his shoulder.

"And for the record, you are the the one soprano here, Mr.Galileo." Brian said.

Rog pretended not to hear him, already crossing the door.

"Wow."

"Unbelievable."

"No way."

That was the general reaction to the status of Rog’s appartement, now full of empty/ half full bottles of formula instead of booze, parenting books instead of Playboy magazine and Forbes... And the smell of powder instead of Marlboro.

Just Wow.

"Holy damn Rog" Fred said, unable to hide his amazement.

"What?" He placed the carseat on the kitchen table, and stared at his daughter -who had fallen back asleep with the car's movement- while debating on whether picking her up or not.

"You live in a... This..." He didn't have a right expression to describe what his apartment had turned into

"Is this the wrong house?" Bri joked.

"Nope." He settled on taking her out and putting her on his bed while he showered.

"You live in a bloody nursery" Fred finally said.

He chuckled. "Just haven't had time to organize. Tho I've already assumed she's gonna take a shitload of room. But that's okay." he cooed, gently swaying out of reflex even though she was asleep and didn't notice.

"You've never been good at sharing..." Brian started, but Rog wasn't going to have them pointing out what they thought he could or couldn't do. He had enough with Mom.

"What is this? A kindergarten lecture?" He interrupted.

"Apparently." Fred still couldn't believe his eyes.

"Well shut up and check out the crib."

"Where had she been sleeping?" John questioned as they followed.

"With me. Well, if we can call it sleep."

After 4 days on their own, Rog had got to nearly master the art of swaddling, or burrito Rollin as he liked to call it, and while he knew the likelihood of waking her up in the process was high, he knew it was a risk worth taking. Then again it had taken him forever to get her settled and... What was the worst thing that could happen?

"I'm gonna leave her here. Try not to sit on the mattress cause that may disturb her."

"Can we talk?" Fred whispered. He wasn’t used to babies, he didn’t want to break her or something.

"Yes, and you don't have to whisper. Talk normally. But don't fight. And just... Keep an eye on her, you know?" Rog said, before disappearing into the bathroom next room.

The three men nodded, and turned to the unassembled wooden crib leaning by the wall. It was actually big for a newborn.

"Why didn't you get a smaller one?" Deaky asked, as he examined the item.

"Cause she'll eventually grow out of it and that will mean having to buy another one." Mom had wanted to give them a present, so he asked her for money to buy a nice crib that would hopefully resist the next couple years.

"Clever."

"Hopefully this one will make it through the next two years or so. Until it’s time to move her into a bed."

"Alright. On with it."

Only 5 minutes into it, Brian noticed the kid's arms moving, as if she was having spasms.

"Errr... Should we tell Rog about it?" He asked his flatmates.

Rog also heard it, tho, and stopped the shower in panic. "Tell me what? What's going on? Is she okay?"

"Is it normal for her not to stay still?" Freddie asked

"Like her limbs are all over the place?" Bri added

"Oh, yea. Fuck you goddamn scared me men!"

"Well she was scaring us!"

"It's normal. It's..." He didn't feel like infodumping an encyclopedic speech about that. He didn't wanna be one of those people. He sighed in relief and ran the shower again. "She's okay. Don't worry."

He closed his eyes and enjoyed the warm, refreshing sensation of the water falling over him. And the relaxing sound it made. Damn, it was good to have a moment of peace without having to worry about his kid being left alone, or feeling guilty that she was next room, or worrying about her waking up with him still in the shower.

Fuck yea, he could've fallen asleep in the act. And he would have

Brian May, John Deacon, and Freddie Mercury were pretty intelligent people. Brian was a honour student, John would have also been if he hadn't caught that flu during the last term of High School, and Fred... Maybe he wasn't the most focused and self disciplined student in the room, but he was creative and witty in his own way.

However, 20 minutes after starting with the crib, they still hadn't figured out one single thing.

"The bloody instructions are in Korean!" Fred complained.

"Yea, we've noticed!" Brian replied, through gritted teeth.

"Why the actual fuck did Rog buy this shit?!"

"It was the cheapest one, for sure." John guessed, pawing around in search of the nail that had just fallen.

"Fred, that screw doesn't go there!" Brian said

"Well it didn't fit anywhere else, so I'm just gonna try in every spot until the goddamn thing gets in!" Fred had never been one for patience.

"Goddamn it..." The guitarist shook his head, running his eyes through the manual one more time, in hopes that he'd come up with something. But no.

"It can't be so fucking hard!" Fred grunted in frustration.

"Guys, I think we're losing perspective here. We should just calm down and~"

John was interrupted when a cry broke the air, just as Rog was almost done soaping his hair.

"I'll get her. You guys figure it out" Fred announced, anxious to get away the bloody crib.

"Ha. You've never been this near a baby before. I'll do it" John said, also standing up.

"You've already held her earlier. It's my turn." Brian spoke, jumping on his feet.

"Precisely because she's already met me...".

"Oh, bullshit! You just wanna leave us here with the fucking crib!"

"Watch your mouth, Fred! There's a kid..."

"Can any of you just fucking get my daughter?" Rog's voice called from the bathroom.

John was the fastest, and he lifted the squirming infant up with one swift movement. "Hey darling."

She kept crying, and squirming all over the place.

"You got her?" Rog asked.

"Yep. What should I do?"

"Just hold her until I get out. I'm almost done."

"Okay" he manoeuvered the infant back in the position he had her earlier, so he wouldn't drop her.

"Just careful, don't move her about too much. I almost drop her tonight when I was making a coffee. Poor Prune's got enough frights."

His friends chuckled. Rog will be Rog. Always clumsy.

"Hey, where's the hammer?" Fred asked Brian .

"Why would you want a bloody hammer now?"

"Cause I can't roll the goddamn screw in, so I'm gonna try smashing the little fucker in!"

"You're gonna break it like that!"

"Well you got better idea? Huh? I didn't think so, so give it here!" Fred demanded, snatching the tool from Brian.

Meanwhile, John was busy trying to entertain the babe until her dad came. Then he noticed some red scratches on her already red face, his expression changing into concern "Rog" he called over the cries and the shouting between Brian and Fred.

"Yes?" He answered, blinking the urge to sleep away.

"Something's wrong..."

"I've told you, it's normal that she moves that much. Just hold on to her..."

"No, Rog, These cuts..."

"What cuts?!" That was all Rog needed to snap out the drowsiness. The shower stopped, and he jumped out the shower.

Fred almost drops the hammer at T's foot at the sight of soaking wet naked Rog.

He. Was. Hot.

A fucking deity.

Michelangelo's David.

But of course Rog was oblivious to it. Not to the fact that he was hot, that he knew, and had taken advantage of it. Take Piper for evidence.

But what he or the other two band members ignored was that for Fred, Rog was... Everything. And he'd be lying if he didn't say he had actually drawn the Michelangelo's David with Rog's gorgeous face instead.

He'd be lying if he said the sight of his beloved with a baby hadn't made his heart melt and twist at once, and set a storm of butterflies fluttering on his whole body.

He'd be lying if he denied he loved him.

He'd be lying if he denied it, yea. But he'd lie straight away, nonetheless. He wasn't ready. He doubted he'd ever be.

Meanwhile, a few feet away, the concerned dad leaned over to take a look at his baby's face. It did have scratches. Bleeding scratches. But how?

"Oh God." He said "But I... They weren't there 20 minutes ago, were they?"

"No, not at the studio. She was fine." John answered, also examining the wounds. "What do we do?"

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Well, as always, a big Hooolaaa a mi hermana del otro lado del charco (across the pond) @definitely-darcy, who’s always giving me little prompts to keep this shit up. Finally used the crib one, but it’s a bit dull maybe? Anyway, love ya dude!

#queen fic #Roger taylor #freddie mercury #brian may #john deacon #roger!dad #70s queen #timelines messed up tho roger baby

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breadthecat · 5 years

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“Logan isn’t mistreated” FALSEHOOD

Here, thanks to the transcripts provided here of all the episodes, I have done not even HALF of the episodes and the list is already LONG.

Parts that have ~~ before them are ones I’m uncertain on and have an explanation on it

Lying to yourself

[Logic]: Now, w-wait a second, this is my turn!

This is the video where I come to help!

[Morality]: Except I've already gone through this.

Hey, Dad here. I represent Thomas' morality--

(Towards Logan and Patton) [Princey]: I get what you two are saying, and I do care about that.

But here's the thing: I don't really care about that.

[Logic]: Unbelievable. This was totally supposed to be my video.

[Anxiety]: Get over it. You're the least popular character, and you know it.

[Thomas]: -clicks tongue- Ooooh...

[Morality]: -cough, repressed giggle-

[Princey]: Curse you for making me laugh.

Accepting Anxiety 1/2

[Logan]: Uh, if I may… I’m going to step in for a second.

[Thomas]: Ahh, Logan’s here, so I probably did something wrong.

~~[Thomas]: You’d probably know if something is up because you usually provide, you know… The explanatory exposition in my videos because all the other characters are too zany or relatable.

[Logan]: Okay, I’m at a loss here. Should we check on the others?

(Logan isn’t relatable, he’s just here to explain things. Unintentional put down that Logan isn’t actually liked)

~~[Patton]: He’s made mistakes before.

[Logan]: An uncommon occurrence.

[Patton]: Well then you might say the amount of mistakes you’ve made is... infinitesimal.

[Logan]: You make one mistake, and this is what happens!

(Bringing up Logan’s mistakes)

(Referring to Patton and Logan) [Roman]: Let’s see, uh… Disney references, regal appearance, general awareness that I’m better than you two… Uhh, I’m feeling pretty good.

(Referring to Logan and Roman [Patton]: Boy, you two always act like you know all the answers… So, it’s surprising that you keep overlooking something so simple.

Accepting Anxiety 2/2

[Logan]: One would think that the creative side would be able to come up with a nicer way to talk to others..

[Roman]: You'd think the smart side would know when to mind his own business.

[Logan]: See, he's reining me in right now because of you.

[Anxiety]: You DO talk too much sometimes..

~~[Logan]: The relationship between anxiety and performance can be expressed on this curve.

Notice the Yerkes–Dodson curve. It's named after the psychologists, R. M. Yerkes and J. D. Dodson. They-

[Roman]: Get on with it, calculator watch!

[Patton]: Yeah, loud noises!

(Aka “shut up no one cares, you talk too much”)

[Roman]: By the horn of a unicorn, that WAS going somewhere!

I normally would have fallen asleep, but I am not feeling like my fabulous self right now.

I am bitterly, jittery, and not very glittery.

[Logan]: Oh, that's okay. No pressure if you don't want to-

[Patton]: Logan. Shut your ever-flapping gobtalker, okay?

Am I original?

[Logan]: Um, do you understand how rare that is?

[Princey]: Shhhhhhhhhh

[Thomas]: Shhhhh

[Logan]: Alright, well. Do you have an original idea yet? Since that was what you were so keen on.

[Princey]: I'm getting to it, Logan!

[Logan]: This is what we get for making him the leader.

[Princey]: What is with your attitude?

[Logan]: I am simply positing that if you sanction some input from the rest of us-

[Princey]: No! I am in charge! This is Daydream mode!

Becoming a Cartoon

[Logan]: I don't know I always found them off-putting...

[Thomas]: Well yeah, I can see that Logan.

You're my logical thinking and things in cartoons don’t always make logical sense.

BUT THAT'S WHAT'S FUN ABOUT THEM!

[Logan]: I would like a say in this.

[Roman]: Not today, Logic!

[Anxiety]: That's a good phrase to live by.

[Logan]: Yes, I too have had my fair share of nonsense today.

[Patton]: Ha! He's still learnin' Thomas. Sometimes, you just gotta TOON him out!

Ya know? "Toon"?

Can Lying be Good?

[Logan]: On the contrary. Bickering amongst ourselves is historically how we've resolved, mm, all of Thomas' issues. Provided you have me there to, um, sift through the nonsense.

[Patton]: Oh, good, Logan! Everyone's favorite character!

(Patton is Deceit, He’s lying)

~~[ Logan]: Also the concepts of good and bad are arguably meaningless, because we can assign ANY preferred characteristics to either--

[Virgil]: Not a good time, Logan.

[Logan]: Okay, sor-- stop..

Intrusive Thoughts

Logan]: Oh, goodness... are they still disconcerted?

[Virgil]: That's putting it a little lightly, Logan.

[Logan]: Or, your reaction is a little too extreme.

[Patton]: Well, that's easy for you to say.

[Logan]: Why wouldn't it have been easy to say...? It was an 8-word sentence. That's... not exactly laborious.

[Virgil]: What he means is that you're not a great judge of what is and isn't an overreaction. Your most extreme reaction, is an eyebrow raise.

[Logan]: Well, last night, Thomas struggled to fall asleep due to persistent troubling thoughts about-

(overlapping voices cutting Logan off)

[Virgil]: Shut up or I will shut you up!

[Logan]: What I mean is that talking about this shouldn't be as impossible as liberating the sword from its ferric prison. I don't understand why we must prohibit any and all discussion about the intrusi-

(overlapping)

[Thomas]: Please stop, seriously! I really don't wanna think about it.

[Virgil]: I'm gonna prohibit your breathing if you keep this up!

[Logan]: Push... what, exactly?

[Patton]: I'm sorry, but I can't condone any more of that kind of thinking!

Please! Just...

[Virgil]: Just- listen to US this time.

[Logan]: *sighs*

[Virgil]: Why are you defending him?

[Logan]: I'm... not.

I'm just trying to be intellectually honest with Thomas.

[Duke]: Ehh, sounds like bulls**t,

this dork's Deceit in disguise!

[Patton]: NO!

[Virgil]: Then why are you lying?

[Logan]: *scoffs* Lying?

[Virgil]: You just said the Duke is Thomas' imagination.

Logan]: Okay, you two are blowing this WAY out of proportion.

[Virgil]: Logan, I'm sorry, but Thomas can't Logic his way out of this one.Facts are facts. And the fact is: Thomas had twisted thoughts that a stable person would never have.

[Virgil]: You mean YOU don't wanna act on what YOU think!

[Logan]: Virgil! Enough.

[Duke]: Ugh, here we go, Virgil. Looks like Logan has reached his listening-to-others limit for the day.

Logan by far is the most repeatedly insulted side, frequently told to shut up and that he’s the least favorite side. It’s almost a trend, the beginning of most episodes has several insults towards Logan before they get onto the story.

I might do the other episodes, but if someone else wants to take over, go ahead. So far, only Alone on Valentines Day and the Crofter musical has had no insults.

#sander sides #sander sides logan #ts logan #sander sides virgil #sander sides patton #sander sides roman #sander sides deceit #sander sides remus

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selenecrawford · 5 years

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The Odd Pair 10

Warning: Foul Language (lots of cursing)

Nobunaga had to intervene again with Selene when he heard how the conversation went down. He had to convinced both to sign a truce to work out their immediate situation in New York. Selene went shopping, bought at least 10 queen pillows and duck tape to use on the bed at the apartment. Shingen remained emotionless at Selene's actions. He only attempted two more times to apologize to her before giving up for the moment. Feeling inside a nightmare, Selene only speak the necessary, outside that it was total silence.

Once the week was over, she took a commercial plane back home, without letting Shingen know. She left all the clothes, she bought. Shingen had to followed in order to keep the conditions of the testament. Upon arriving home, he found the same barrier at the bed with Selene covered completely. This was worst than the beginning they had. Selene completely shut herself in. Spending as little time as possible on the house or near him. Frustrated, Shingen decided to visit his mother, to get a break. Kaede knew his son was in trouble the moment he entered the door. The bag on his eyes, and the lost look made her give him a heartwarming hug, taking him by the hand with her to the kitchen. Once she sit him on the table she started making, his favorite dessert, sweet buns.

“How is everything sweet heart?”

“Well, considering the situation I think good. Selene is a hard heard, obstinate,...” Shingen couldn't continue speaking, seeing Selene hurt and knowing that he was the cause was something he hated it deeply.

“What happened?” Kaede saw how Shingen's voice went off. Since he was a little boy he learned how to convince anyone he was a tough kid. But it was only with her that he could never put a facade.

“ I told something terrible to Selene and now she hates me.” he puts his chin on his hands sighing dejectedly.

“Did she said I hate you out loud?” Kaede caress his son's hair, feeling his pain.

“No, she didn't, yet.” Kaede smiled, giving his son a kiss on the cheek she said. “Then is not over. Come on, tell me what happened.”

Kaede put some sweet buns in front of him but Shingen, wasn't feeling hungry. He then gave his mother the story without the comment. Telling her the words will be like seeing how he stab Selene back. Kaede heard his son patiently, once he was done,she hugged him. “God, why is so complicated for you both telling that you love each other? Everyone can see it except you two.”

“Mom, I mean how can I...” his mother cut him off gently.

“Tell me something, does your heart skip a beat every time you see her smile? Do you miss her if you both are apart? If you see something the first thing that comes into your mind is her? If your answer is yes, my boy you are in deep.” Kaede chuckled affectionately.

Shingen hugged his mother feeling fortunate because he could reach her when things might look bad. Then he thought of Selene what might she be doing now alone at the house.

Selene took the opportunity to take some trash out from her former room, since she was alone at the house. Shingen let her know he was going to visit his mother. This time gave her opportunity to get things that might get Shingen's attention. If they were on better terms she would had let it slide, but now... Giving a head shake, Selene tried not to think about Shingen. The situation times was too stressful with Shingen trying to reach for her and she evading him at all costs. Unless it was strictly necessary, she didn't talk. Seeking to distract herself from the situation, Selene took several things she found not use for. Filling a box with them she went to the trashcan outside the house. The trashcan got full, but thankfully tomorrow the truck will be taking the trash so no problem there. Once she went back inside the house she found herself without anything else to do. Finding a bottle of whiskey she took a shot from the bottle. The liquor burn her throat and cough a bit, still the warm feeling was welcome. Compare to Masamune she was a bit tougher drinking, taking the bottle with her Selene went to the living room, she started to drink from the bottle while watching television. Soon the whiskey made her feel hot. Not caring if Shingen came back, She changes her clothes to a dark top and some shorts. From time to time she took some bites of a left over cookies she made. The combination of sugar and whiskey, made her feeling loose, less stress out. Soon she was drunk. Giggling, laughing or cursing at her thoughts of Shingen, Selene soon finished the bottle of whiskey.

Shingen went back home after feeling much better speaking with his mother. It was mid-afternoon and the house was in silence.

“Selene I'm home. Where are you?” Shingen went around the house looking.

“Well, well, well, yeah those were three, WHOA look who is here, hehehehe.” Selene's speech was a slurred with some giggling in the mix.

Shingen raised an eyebrow not understanding Selene's behavior.

“Selene are you ok?” when he got near her the stench of alcohol was evident. “Had you been drinking?”

“Bingo!! Ding DING DING DONG? Hahahaha, you won something, YESH, shhhhh,” Selene crunched down while lowering the voice. “You, I mean me? just a little bit. Buahhhh.!” by now she tried to get up only to loose balance and go forward.

Shingen took her by the arm to stabilize it. His sight went from her to the empty bottle of whiskey on the coffee table. His head filled with all types of alarms and questions? (“ Did she drank all the bottle?” Is she ok?” Oh boy she looks adorable being drunk” Wait that's not a question, focus Shingen, focus.”). Smiling softly, Shingen tried to get near her.

“Princess, why don't we go to the kitchen and drink some coffee with cookies?”

Selene eyed Shingen suspiciously, “Hmmmm, we run out of cookishh heeeehhhehehehe.” her voice went into a childlike tone, walking very wobbly, she took the cookie jar and said “Opps” then smirked until started laughing. She moved like she was walking on suspending cable at high altitude. “ I guess I have to make mooooarrr cookishhhh, shhhh. I'M ON IT!!!!” giggling like crazy she started walking in zig zag toward the kitchen. Shingen had to went behind her to prevent her from using anything around.

“Princess, let's make cookies, later. How about you sit and I'll make you some coffee? Yes?” Shingen took her by the waist to stabilize her.

Selene suddenly went silent. A deep aspiration sound was heard from her. She hugged Shingen's waist.

“Why you have to be so highly fuckable? Is hard to hate you and shleeep with you ata same time. Yooouuuu are being unfair Takeda. You know how much I want to fuck you?” Selene raise her face up to him looking with big puppy eyes. Her face was flustered.

Shingen felt his face getting got, the tip of the ears also getting warmer. Selene has no filter, when she was drunk, making her completely adorable. Suddenly, she frowned, tears forming on her eyes.

“But you don't love me, do you? , you are just like the rest.” releasing her grip on him, with a pout she wobbled back to the table. With a dejected gesture and a pout on her face she sentenced. “No more fucking for you.” then she flipped her middle fingers to him now angry.

“Ahhhh cat, got your tongue ehhh??” giggling again Selene tried to dance but her movements were rough. Combine with her dizziness from being drunk she gave two dangerous, turns before landing sit at the floor. Her drunken laugh was alternated with giggles, snorts, smirks, then some sniffs began until she started to cry.

Shingen couldn't react to the way Selene was behaving. They say children and drunken people always were sincere. And that was true with Selene, the question she made was a slap to his face. Her eyes, looked hurt. By now, her cries were loud, Shingen pass a hand on his face trying to get out of shock of seeing Selene on this poor state. With a sigh he went and tried to pick her up from the floor.

“NO, you are a meanie, I can DO it!” Selene slapped Shingen's hand when he tried to get her. With difficulty she stood up then gave a couple of steps toward the kitchen sink. Hovering, over it, she started vomiting. Shingen, put one of his arms around her waist, while the other arm hold her hair from getting vomit. He stood there with her, until she was done. The effort weaken her, by now Shingen took a clean cloth to her face gently cleaning her. Still holding her from the waist, Selene reached for the faucet to wash her mouth. She leaned against Shingen, her face was scarlet from embarrassment.

“I'm sorry please don't kick me out.” her voice was muffled against his chest.

Shingen sighed giving her a kiss at the top of the head. Putting the cloth on the sink, he took Selene on his arms walking toward the bathroom. He stayed silent after Selene's request, he was having a hard time controlling his emotions. Once in the bathroom he gave her some private time to use the bathroom. After thirty minutes he called Selene but there was no response, taking a look inside he found her asleep on the bathroom rug naked. He made sure she was ok then filled the tub and entered with her to give her a quick bath to freshen her up. Once he was done he dried her then carried her to bed. The pillow barrier was there making him angry. He ripped the barrier out of the bed scattering the pillows on the floor. Selene was dead asleep. She didn't noticed when Shingen dressed her with a shirt and boy short panties. Laying her down on bed he went down stairs to cleaned up the mess at the kitchen then the bathroom. He took the trash bag outside. Lifting the lid he found a white scrap book on top of a box.

Curiosity took the best of him, taking the book he started looking at it. There were pictures of Selene each page narrating the story of how her dream wedding will be. Her dress, the ceremony, all the details were there. It was a simple gathering, yet the emotion on those were words written touch him, the details were charming. At one page she indicated that she will be letting her hair grow. The last page has only one question. “Where is the groom?” closing his eyes Shingen felt now worse than he already was feeling. Looking at the box there were pictures, photo albums of Selene and her father. As well as pictures of him with them. All these things were part of her childhood, yet she decided to throw it away. Shingen decided to take the box with all the contents. Opening his car he put them on the trunk. He will take it to his mother's house tomorrow. His heart was beating a beating faster, an urge to be near her to take her in his arms was growing. She wasn't alone, he was there. He closed the door, securing the house before going to the room. Selene was still sleeping. Changing into his pajamas he went shirtless to the bed. With caution, he took Selene on his arms. Kissing her head, caressing her softly. His mother's words, echoed thru his head.

(“You know you love someone when you want to be there no matter the situation. Good times, bad times, she could be completely drunk or in tears, yet your only though is to be there for her. Then that's the sign that you love her my boy.”) Selene cuddle against him resting her head on his chest. Resting his cheek on her head, Shingen closed his eyes. He realized that the only place he wanted to be was on that bed with Selene on his arms.

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Ride

I wrote this several years ago when I lived with a virtual cult. I spent the better part of a year there, slowly losing my mind.

The girls in the cult said that Brad would transform into an alter ego of sorts if we murdered someone in the desert. I decided to see for myself.

***

The flames weren't as intense now, but held a steady orange flicker about waist high. I sat on one side, Brad on the other. We were both still and quiet, the only noise the crackle of the bonfire or occasional coyote howl in the distance. The elephant in the room, of course, was the just slain body about fifty feet away, directly to my left next to a dry scrub bush.

My eyes closed, I could see the scene replaying in my mind: the minor struggle, then the subject's acceptance of that fate that was coming to him. I could see him groaning, bleeding, not looking at either of us. And now I could see his spirit lifting like a ghost, then growing larger and larger. As it grew, it became fainter and fainter, being stretched to its limit and then vanishing completely into the aether.

When I opened my eyes and looked across the fire, Brad's eyes were still open, staring, unfocused. And then he blinked a few times as if coming back from somewhere and looked back at me.

Hello there. I'm Jim. Thrill me, fool.

This was what I was waiting for, what I had come for. But I have been with this guy before and I am always self conscious around him. He has a way of seeing directly to your motives and judging them like a knife wielding poetic assassin, dissecting and swallowing your ego and then raising an eyebrow in mild satisfaction. But really, Jim was a totally good dude. You know, as long as you weren't anything related to authority or exploitation.

Friend, hello. I'm Gone. I said, my voice low.

Friend? Well friend...

As he spoke he raised his tone as if asking a question, then it shifted to song.

Looooong one dooooown. Waaaaay dooooown Goooone.

I rose up slowly and lifted my arms up over my head slowly like I might be doing yoga. I touched a couple of my fingertips together, not unlike a ballerina. Jim began slapping his leather clad thighs, drumming out an Indian beat.

Goooone a go go. Gooooone looooong Gooooone a go go Gooooone. Dance... Dance a ballerina Goooone.

I danced in lethargic rhythm and found my throat moaning out an "ahhhhhh" that jerked every fourth beat at which point I would shift directions.

Friend Gone came a roooound. He crept aroooound the tooooown.

Now whispering "He knows what every sooooound. He hides behind the moooounds."

Now speaking "He let loooooooooo- ooose... HELL... HOUND!"

He leapt through the fire with a tribal scream and lunged at me. I yelled as he tackled me, part panic, part animal excitement. We wrestled in the soft desert sand and I felt my sanity depart. We were Hell hounds, both of us. I escaped his grasp and trotted around the fire in a circle on all fours and then leapt back upon him. We howled and scuffled in the sand. Two deranged men, our only drug, lunacy.

Tired, we stopped for a rest. Me sitting upright on my heels, Jim laying on his back, one arm out and the other by his side, completely comfortable with himself.

What's your favorite word, Long?

I have two. And lucky you asked that, I don't elevate a lot of things to favorites, or even lists.

He looked at me then back up to the sky, waiting for me to finish my response.

Ride. Ride is my favorite word. And lurk. Is my favorite word also.

Why, Long Gone?

Because I like to sneak around, to hide and spy on people. I usually think of it as planning an attack. Lurking. I like to lurk.

Well I know something new about you then.

With that he stood up and picked up the buck knife, still bloodied. Then crouching, walking low, stealthily, exaggerating his movements to look like a caricature of a caper from a black and white movie.

Shhhhh. Oh, look who it is. It's just the devil's girl. I'm here to give you your first kiss.

Then he leaped up behind a cactus about his height and wraps his left arm around it, the knife blade at the "neck" of it with his right. I'm sure he has spines sticking in his arms, probably in his chest, but he doesn't flinch.

Now, Gone, NOW!!!

I jump to my feet and sprint toward Jim and the cactus “man”. At as much full speed as I can get on sand and gravel I unleash a flying jump kick to the head. The cactus bends and then snaps and we tumble to the ground. Then Jim pops to his knees quickly and thrusts the raised knife onto the broken off part of the cactus, continuing like Norman Bates until the thing is left in shreds.

I'm standing now and laughing hysterically, diabolically, the villain that I am and begin yelling.

RIDE!!! RIDE, RIDE, RIDE!!! RIIIIIIIIIIIDE!!!

Jim jumped up and stood over the victim, breathing hard, knife in his hand. Then suddenly, he runs to me and grabs me like he did the cactus, left hand around my stomach, top of his right wrist over my mouth, his hand still clutching the knife.

Shhhhh, Gone, shhhhh.

I'm dead still and can feel both our hearts pounding.

Only if I can drive.

He lets loose of his grip a little and I'm now tasting blood in my mouth from either the knife, the scuffle, or the cactus.

His left hand slips into the front of my jeans. My **** is already mostly hard by the time his fingers reach it.

Long Gone.

I laugh. Yea.

He starts gripping and stroking me.

I was there, Gone. Nineteen Ninety... One. That spring night. You and the boys were stirring up the universe, fueling questions with Dr. Albert's medicine of fools. That lame, long haired boy says "Maybe, I mean what if Jim Morrision really did break on through to the other side?" I watched you and your brother exchange glances at that poor boy. You know he's dead now. No, you wouldn't know that. Oh, wait, yes. Yes you would now, wouldn't you, death boy?

I jerk and slip out of his arms in a quick maneuver and face him, arms clenched, staring at him with fuming contempt. I've never seen him back down before but he does this time.

Not ready yet, I know. IIIII know, just don't let this thing slip away. You've got the handle for it. There's a reason for the season and right of might in your plight... Don't give up the good fight. Hm, hm, hm.

We laid down on the sand and looked up at the stars. Jim recites poetry for about half an hour straight. I find myself sitting up, trancing deeply. I feel something like winds tickling the insides of my muscles and organs. I feel calm, very comfortable, almost unharmable. One of those times that you don't want to end.

I open my eyes and I'm back. In my bed at Gray House for the first time in a month. I look over to see that Brad is sleeping next to me. It's 6:30 AM and I pull the satin sheets and down comforter up to my neck and fall dead asleep.

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timeoutforthee · 6 years

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More Guardian Angel!Remy

“So be mean and get drunk? That’s what you my guardian angel is encouraging?”

“Yes. Be mean, get drunk, punch homophobes.”

Taglist: @scrapbookofsketches, @thekeytohappiness-is-you, @khadij-al-kubra, @beautifully-terribly

TW: one homophobic slur, slight violence, and drinking

Disclaimer: I don’t really know what I’m doing, but this story just keeps getting longer. So. Also this chapter was inspired by this amazing post by @awkward-turtle-patton

“You did what?”

“Oh my God, it’s totally not a big deal. The kid wanted proof. I lowered my sunglasses. Big deal.”

“Yes big deal! Very big deal!” Nate sighs and rubs his temples, “Remy, why are you like this?”

“Um, better question, why are you such a buzzkill?”

“Because I take my job seriously, Remy, unlike you-”

“Oh, just because I want my charges to work for their success instead of rearranging everything around them so that everything falls into their lap-”

“I don’t want my charges to suffer, Remy!”

“So instead you’ve just created waves and waves of self-entitled dickheads-”

“I should have gotten Virgil-”

“For fuck’s sake, it’s been 22 years, let it go-”

“If I had, he would have been a respected intern in an office right now-”

“He would have given up art, Nate!”

“So?!”

“If you would get your head out of your own ass-”

“Well at least my ass has wings!”

And, okay, rude. He definitely didn’t have to go there. Remy purses his lips, and even with the sunglasses, Nate can feel the glare behind them.

A guardian got their wings when they significantly changed the outcome of their charge’s life. Nate had made it his mission, as a guardian angel, to rearrange their lives until they had the most power possible. Remy was more focused on happiness, and honestly, who knew their own happiness better than the human? That’s why he stayed back and let them have most of the control. It’s also why he still didn’t have his wings yet.

Which he wasn’t bitter about. At all.

“Fine,” he said, “I’ll go back and check on Virgil.”

Virgil was going to be okay.

That was a mantra he had repeated to himself since day one, and now he had a guardian angel to confirm it. Which should, in theory, be comforting. Except he had found out that his guardian angel was kind of a mess, which was fitting, really, and Virgil couldn’t really judge. Still, maybe he should, like, pray or something and request a switch. Could he do that? He really should have asked more questions. Did it even matter who it was? How could he trust that a random guy could have his destiny all planned out?

Remy told him to trust fate. Until yesterday, he didn’t even believe in fate. He believed in choices and consequences. He made the wrong choice by studying art, and he was suffering as his consequence.

He gripped his beer a little tighter. He didn’t know why his co-workers had asked him to come out tonight. He didn’t particularly like any of them, and he had a feeling they didn’t really like him, either. But his choices for the night were either sulking in the bar or sulking at home. And he was getting really tired of his mother fluttering around him like he was a directionless teenager again. He was a directionless twenty two year old, thank you very much.

He tipped his bottle back and tried to change his line of thinking.

I’ve come a long way. Just to end up in the same place- I have friends. Who haven’t called- I have professors on my side, professors who believe in me. Too bad you’re disappointing them-

The bartender sat a glass filled with dark brown liquid in front of him. He furrowed his eyebrows.

“What’s this?”

“Black Russian,” the bartender replied, then he pointed, “From that guy.”

Virgil turned. There, lounging on a chair across from the bar, was Remy. His glasses were still in place, but his Starbucks cup was replaced with a wine glass.

He looked back at the bar. He needed some stupid angel magic to get him out of this mess. He needed to know why destiny put him back here. He needed something.

Remy didn’t offer him anything, except for this. A very, very human way to forget.

What the hell?

Virgil twisted in his seat, raising the glass. Remy raised his in response.

“Here’s to you, Remy,” then he downed it.

Oooooh, he was dead. Nate was absolutely going to kill him.

But, like, honestly? Worth it.

Virgil did not get drunk often. He was always so carefully guarded, and having all those walls come crumbling down in the blink of an eye was not something he actually wanted to do. Most of the time.

“It’s bullshit, if another entitled angry white man comes into the God damn store and asks me why ‘is card isn’ working I’mma scream. Sir, I am paid to take your money, my degree is in art how the everlovin’ fuck should I know the inner workin’s of a GAS PUMP?!” Virgil slurred as he stood on top of the bar.

The patrons were starting to become uncomfortable. Mainly because they were entitled, angry white men who definitely have told off someone in customer service at least once. The bartenders, however, seemed to be entertained, and were hesitant to yank him down.

Okay, also Remy had, like, a little bit of influence.

“And you know what else I hate?”

“Virgil, maybe you should-”

“Shhh!” Virgil said, raising a finger to his lips to cut off a co-worker, “I hate when pregnant mothers come in and buy cigarettes. Like, it’s 2018, are we still doing this? And like, fine, I guess you do you, but fucking secondhand smoke issa thing.”

Virgil trailed off as he stared in wonder at the ceiling. Remy noticed that the song in the background was changing. “I LOVE this song!”

Virgil slowly started swaying to the music. Remy clapped a hand over his mouth. He was so, so dead, but his human was having fun, and didn’t he deserve that?

However, it was brought to a halt when someone shouted “Fag!” at him from across the bar.

Virgil stopped and narrowed his eyes. He scanned the crowd until he landed on the guy, some rando with a trucker hat. He jumped off, with far more grace than he really should have, and stalked over to him.

As he got closer, the guy started to second guess if that was exactly a good idea. Virgil may have been lanky, but he was currently towering over him with a fire burning behind his eyes. They stared at each other for brief moment before Virgil swung and decked him. Between the punch and the surprise, the guy fell off the stool he was sitting on.

“Yes!” Remy cried, standing up. He technically should be against violence, but honestly? He was against homophobia more. Punch more homophobes, 2k18.

The bartenders headed over to kick Virgil out, but he just waved them off with a slurred “‘m goin’, ‘m goin’.”

His guardian angel followed him out, finding him sprawled on a patch of grass.

“V, honey? You good?”

“Mmmmhmmm. I’m stargazing,” he said, pronouncing his words carefully. Remy glanced up. Whoa. He had never really been on Earth at night time. He didn’t know the stars looked this beautiful. Pausing briefly, he laid down next to his human.

“Remy?”

“Hm?”

“I’m gonna regret this tomorrow, aren’t I?”

“Oh, honey, I don’t need to look into the future to see that.”

“D’you look into my future a lot?”

Remy sighs, “Kinda. I have a few charges, and they all have multiple outcomes based on life choices that they make everyday. I can’t look into every choice or option you have, especially since I know I probably won’t step in. But I always look at the major ones.”

“Thas a lotta big words fer you,” Virgil says, still staring at the sky.

“I’ve been around for centuries, doll, I can speak as fancy as I want to. I just don’t want to.”

“Why not?”

“Oh my God, you sound like my coworkers. Like honestly? It’s not that deep. I talk like this because I want to. I drink Starbucks because I want to. I wear these sunglasses because I want to,” he pauses, “I may be an angel, but I’m not above enjoying humanity.”

“Y’know, I bet if I was sober, that’d be real deep.”

“I literally said it wasn’t that deep-”

“Shhhhh,” Virgil says, bringing a finger to Remy’s lips.

Okay. Maybe he should have cut Virgil off a little bit earlier.

Suddenly Virgil is moving his arms so that he’s hugging Remy to him. He lays his head on his shoulder.

“V? You good?”

“I don’ get hugs anymore, leave me ‘lone,” Virgil says, “So, how does the angel thing...work?”

“Okay, first, you have to be more specific. Second, work is boring and I don’t wanna talk about it.”

“D’you like it?”

Remy pauses, let’s silence hang in the air for a bit.

“Yes,” because he does. He doesn’t like some of his coworkers’ snide remarks or judginess. But he likes seeing humans rise to the occasion, likes seeing all the twists and turns their life could take, likes to see where they ultimately choose to go.

Virgil nods, his cheek rubbing against Remy’s shoulder. Actually, now that they��re cuddling, Remy can’t remember the last time someone hugged him. He reaches over and brushes a few purple locks off of Virgil’s forehead.

“Don’t do that, I’ll fall asleep…”

“Honey, I’ve seen your sleeping habits. You need it.”

“Ruuuuuuuuude,” Virgil says, then, “Why’re you here?”

“My boss was worried you wouldn’t be able to handle seeing an angel. It’s a lot for humans, sometimes.”

“Tell your boss I am a-ok.”

Remy laughs, “Considering the circumstances, I think he’ll have some other things to say.”

“Whaaaaat? You mean you’re not supposed to get drunk with your clients?”

“Okay, the only one drunk here is you, I was kicked out before the party started-”

“Wait, wait, wait-d’you make my coworkers invite me out tonight?”

“Nope, that was all them. I know you’ll find this shocking, but people like you, Virgil.”

“But I do not like them,” Virgil blinks, “Do they have tragic backstories? Should I be nicer?”

“You’re already nice-”

“Thanks, I have anxiety.”

“Uh, yeah, I’ve noticed. But honestly, you should try and get a liiiiittle bit meaner. Like, your comebacks are iconic, and it’s truly tragic I’m the only one that’s heard them.”

“So be mean and get drunk? That’s what you my guardian angel is encouraging?”

“Yes. Be mean, get drunk, punch homophobes.”

Virgil laughs.

“And, like, for realsies? Your co-workers have been through some stuff, but mostly, they’re just a result of living in this place. Call it a small town curse.”

Virgil nods, then quietly says, “Remy?”

“Yeah?”

“Am I gonna end up like them?”

“I already told you, V, there are bigger things in store for you.”

“I know,” Virgil yawns, “But I don’t believe you.”

“I’m not surprised,” Remy says. He glances down. Virgil is resting his head on his shoulder with his eyes closed. Remy sighs. He needs to give the kid some tiny spark of hope, enough to encourage him but minor enough that he doesn’t change the outcome of his life.

No pressure.

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crimefightingspiderguy · 6 years

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stability

Summary: “Steve Rogers imagine where after CW he is on the down low and instead of BlackWidow hiding out with him it’s the reader and him and they form a relationship and they are happy she’s pregnant and they started a family and have a daughter together. Then Steve gets a call from Banner leading into IW and he has to leave and the reader is heartbroken because they are finally happy, he leaves and his daughter turns to ash in front of Y/n. Fluff and angst.” (REQUESTED)

Warnings: Maybe spoilers for Avengers: Infinity War, but it came out on DVD already so if you haven’t seen it by now…. what are you doing with yourself?

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader

Word count: 1,367

A/N: I really hope whoever requested this enjoys it, sorry if it’s shit but I wasn’t really sure how to work with such a quick yet long timeline.

It’s been about two years since you decided to follow the love of your life. At first, you thought, maybe he wasn’t worth the trouble, but then you realized, he totally is. Steve had gotten into some trouble with the law a few years back when he decided not to sign the Sokovia Accords, and now he’s a fugitive. (Y/N) and he had been dating for about a year before all this went down. (Y/N) had also been an Avenger, but she was one of the few that decided to sign the Accords. It was one of the hardest decisions she ever had to make, but she followed her heart and made her bed, and the time eventually came for her to lay in it. However, once she laid down, she had realized that the bed seems much colder when the spot next to her was no longer taken. That’s what made her decide to run away with Steve, Accords or not, she still loved him.

They were currently staying in a hotel, actually multiple hotels. It’s hard to stay in one place for too long when everyone knows who you are and that you’re a wanted criminal. “Steve, can we try to stay here, just a little bit longer?” (Y/N) pleaded, “It’s not good for a child to have zero stability.”. Oh, did I forget to mention? You recently gave birth, well not recently, about a year ago. Steve was the happiest guy alive to find out that he was finally going to be a father, but man was it poor timing. “We’ll try to stay as long as we can… Hopefully, soon, something will happen and we’ll be able to finally settle.” Steve said, giving (Y/N) an apologetic look. He felt terrible that he had dragged (Y/N), and now a child, into this awful mess that was his life. He still loved them with every fiber of his being, but sometimes, most times, he felt terribly guilty.

The next day rolled around and (Y/N) and Steve were sitting on the ground, playing peek-a-boo with their daughter Ava. That’s when they got the phone call, “Who is it?” (Y/N) asked, looking over to Steve. “It’s Tony?” Steve said confused as to why he would be getting in contact with him. He quickly picked up and said “Hello?” “Steve, it’s Bruce.” Steve’s eyes went wide and he turned to (Y/N) mouthing, ‘it’s Bruce’, making (Y/N) mimic his expression. “Um, hey Bruce, what’s going on?” Steve asked. “We need your help. Do you know where to find Vision?” Steve thought for a moment, not sure if he should say, seems how Wanda was with him and was also a criminal. “Why do you need to know?” Steve asked, treading the waters. “The fate of the universe depends on it. I don’t have much time to explain now, but I need you to find Vision and bring him to us, we need to protect him.” Steve nodded, but then realized that Bruce couldn’t see him “Alright, I’m on it.” “Thank you so much, update me when you locate him.” “Will do.” with that, Steve hung up the phone. “I’ve gotta go,” Steve said slowly, looking down at Ava. “What?” (Y/N) paused, afraid that she heard him correctly. “Bruce said that the fate of the universe depends on me bringing him Vision so they can protect him.” “What does that even mean?” (Y/N) asked “I’m not sure, he wouldn’t tell me anything else. Said there wasn’t time to explain right now.” (Y/N) was at a loss for words and just stared at Ava with Steve. “I’ll come with you.” She finally broke the silence. Steve just shook his head, “You and I both know, only one of us can go.” (Y/N) sighed, knowing he was right. “Well then, if the fate of the universe depends on it, you best get a move on.” (Y/N) said, forcing a smile. Steve tried returning it, but he just looked pained. “I love you so much,” Steve said, hugging (Y/N) tightly. “I love you too sweetheart.” (Y/N) said, trying not to cry. It’s not that she didn’t trust Steve to come back alive, its the idea of not knowing what he was dealing with that scared her. What if it was bigger than him than all of them, and there simply was no hope of saving the day? What if they no longer can be happy together?

Steve got ready to leave, grabbing a few things and throwing them in a backpack. Once he was ready, he said his final goodbyes to (Y/N) and Ava and headed out the door. “Welp, I guess it’s just you and me big girl.” (Y/N) said looking down at Ava who was sitting on (Y/N)’s hip. (Y/N) leaned down slightly and kissed the top of her head, “Don’t worry sweetie, daddy will come back to us.”, not sure if she was comforting herself or Ava. (Y/N) spent the rest of the night searching the TV for any news she could find, hoping maybe there was something on this threat that Banner was talking about. Eventually, she came across a news channel that has a picture of Tony Stark on it. She stopped and turned up the volume. “Tony Stark, reported missing after the spaceship arrived today in New York.” (Y/N) gasped, putting her hand over her mouth in shock. Tony was a good friend of (Y/N)’s and she quickly began praying that he was found, alive hopefully, and soon. Her heart broke at the idea that he could possibly be dead. This is how (Y/N) spent the rest of the night, looking for any updates on either the status of Tony or anything else that might have happened. 3 a.m eventually rolled around and Ava was sound asleep in (Y/N)’s arms. She was now feeling the effects of the hour as well and couldn’t stop herself from yawning every 5 minutes. Nothing new was happening on the news anyway so (Y/N) decided to put Ava in her crib, and finally go to sleep.

The next day, (Y/N) ended up waking up around noon when Ava woke up and started crying. (Y/N) hopped out of bed and walked over to her, picking her up and rocking her back and forth. “Shhhhh, it’s okay. Mommy’s here.” (Y/N) whispered as she walked over to the fridge to grab a bottle for Ava to eat. “Here ya go darling” (Y/N) said to her as she put the bottle in her mouth. Ava gladly accepted the food, and silently sucked it all down. (Y/N) walked over to the bed, deciding to check the news for any potential updates while she fed Ava. There wasn’t anything new, just them repeating that Tony Stark was missing. (Y/N) sighed, and ended up putting on cartoons so she could at least try and distract herself and Ava.

A couple hours went by of (Y/N) flipping back and forth between cartoons and the news, just waiting for an update of some sort, but every time she was disappointed. It wasn’t until later in the afternoon when she got some more news on what was happening. “No one seems to know what is going on, but people everywhere are now randomly disappearing…” and almost as if on cue, the reporter themselves turned to dust. (Y/N) gasped, not sure what was going on. She quickly picked Ava up from her play mat and hugged her tight, hoping that neither of them disappeared. However, (Y/N)’s wish was just that because not long after, Ava began disappearing. “No, no, no, no!” (Y/N) yelled as Ava began crying, not knowing why her mother was freaking out. But soon, it was silent and all (Y/N) could hear was the sirens ringing outside and all she could feel was the numbness taking over her body. (Y/N) fell to her knees, weak. All she could do was sit, staring at the wall, as tears slowly slid down her cheeks.

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