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emotionalcadaver · 6 months

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Part 16: Because You'll Be Together

Fandom: Inception

Pairing: Robert Fischer x OC

Summary: Alice returns to Sydney and the team waits for the opportunity to implement their plan.

Word Count: 2,194

Notes: Warnings for depictions of mild sexual content, grief, and drugging.

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Chapter 3: A Leap of Faith

He was waiting for her as she stepped off the plane, standing next to his fancy car and looking impeccable in his expensive suit. When he saw her exit the plane he grinned hugely, rushing to meet her. Alice laughed as she threw her arms around his neck in a hug, breathing in the scent of his cologne and soaking in the warmth from his body. Fuck, she’d missed him.

“Hi,” he gave her a kiss once they’d broken away from the hug, then took her hand and began to lead her back to the car.

“Hi,” leaning her head against his arm, she cuddled happily into his side, almost falling asleep on the drive back home with his fingers carding through her hair and his lips pressed to her forehead.

The moment that the door of their beach house closed, he was on her, kissing her frantically and pressing her up against the nearest wall. She laughed, barely having enough time to deposit her purse and greet the two attention-seeking cats before he was scooping her up into his arms and carrying her upstairs to the bedroom.

They remained fully preoccupied for the next hour, before they had to take a break to get something to eat, which ended up being takeout from one of their favorite nearby Italian restaurants. The cats had an awful lot to say to her, Spooky instantly cuddling up in her lap the moment they allowed them back into the bedroom while Cider paced around on the floor, meowing and meowing until she nearly went hoarse. Robert raised an eyebrow when he returned upstairs from collecting the food from the delivery boy.

“I think I’m being scolded,” Alice smiled. He snorted, setting down the bag of food and scooping Cider up with one hand to set her onto the bed with him.

“Come here, cranky girl. Are you mad at your mommy? Hm?” he gave her a few scratches behind the ear. “Giving her a piece of your mind?”

Cider purred and rubbed her face against his palm. Alice grinned and shook her head, adjusting herself so her back was against the headboard, Spooky still in her lap.

“Such a daddy’s girl. Thanks,” she took the little plastic contained with her pasta inside that Robert handed her.

They didn’t talk about what she’d been off doing until they were done eating, Alice reclining back against Robert’s chest with his arms around her and the cats still curled up with them.

“So,” he adjusted his arms around her. “How was Operation: Infiltrating My Brain?”

She choked on a laugh. “That’s not funny.”

He grinned, poking her in the side.

“It went well. And it was good to see everyone again.”

“The plan good?”

She nodded. “I think so. It’s going to–”

“No, no, no–” he clapped a hand over her mouth and her eyes widened, staring up at his shining blue orbs. “Don’t ruin the surprise!”

He dropped his hand from her mouth and she shook her head. “Robert, this isn’t like a–like a birthday party or something.”

“It’s the most excitement I’m gonna have had in months. You can tell me all about it once it’s done.”

Sitting up, she pulled back from where she’d been comfortably reclined against his chest, examining him. His Adam’s apple bobbed when he swallowed, and she could see genuine interest and excitement in his eyes, but something else was buried there, too.

Hope.

“Robert,” she cocked her head. “Do you want the inception to work?”

His expression turned serious, glancing down at his hands. One of his warm palms came to rest against her hip.

“I have to get away from his company, Als,” he whispered, and when he looked up at her, his eyes were pleading. Desperate. “I have to.”

Reaching out, Alice cupped his cheek, leaning her forehead against his. “I know. I know you do, sweetheart,” she kissed his brow, drawing him closer until his head rested against her chest. He wrapped his arms around her waist and burrowed against her. “We’ll help you,” she promised, stroking his soft dark hair. “We’ll help you get away.”

∗ ∗ ∗

The call had come late that night, telling them they needed to get to Maurice’s bedside as soon as possible. Robert’s hands had trembled during the drive there, and Alice felt terrible that she couldn’t offer him more than a shoulder to lean his head against.

When they entered the room, she hung back, allowing father and son to have a moment together. She knew that Maurice wouldn’t want to see her anyway. He’d never warmed to her, even though she’d been with his son for nearly eight years.

She watched Robert’s face from her place by the window, clutching at Maurice’s hand as his father drew him in close, muttering something. Robert’s brows creased, lips parting, and he tried to pull away, but Maurice held him tight, continuing to speak. A crestfallen look crossed Robert’s face, eyes filling with tears. The machine beside Maurice that was monitoring his heart rate fell into a single, toneless beep as he flatlined, and Robert started to sob.

Alice went to him quickly, wrapping him in her arms and guiding him gently away to the chairs by the window so that the nurses could tend to Maurice’s body. Robert buried his face in her chest, arms wrapping around her while his shoulders shook and shuddered. Rocking him lightly from side to side, she shushed him gently, stroking his hair. Her eyes burned into Maurice’s corpse, wondering just what the hell he’d said to have Robert so distraught before he’d even died.

Good-bye, you fucking awful, awful man, she thought at him spitefully, and held Robert tighter.

∗ ∗ ∗

It took sometime before she felt good enough about letting Robert go to step away to make the phone call. He was with Peter, talking over logistics. She sensed that Peter was trying to distract him from the grief that had been ravaging him for the past few hours.

Her foot tapped impatiently against the hardwood floor, phone held to ear as she listened to it ring.

“‘Ello?” Eames answered on the final ring, and she wondered if he’d been asleep.

“He’s gone,” she said, not bothering with a preamble. That seemed to wake Eames up.

“When’s the funeral?”

“Thursday in Los Angeles. We’ll be traveling there with the body. Probably on Tuesday, but I’m not entirely sure yet,” she glanced back towards the door she’d stepped out of. “Look, I can’t talk long. I’ll call you when I have more information.”

“Right. Yeah, I’ll let Arthur know. Just make sure he’s on that plane with us.”

“I will.”

“And…erm, Alice? I’m…sorry for your loss.”

She scoffed. “Don’t be. He was an asshole.”

Eames chuckled. “Then I congratulate you on having one less headache in your life.”

“Yeah,” she snorted. “Thanks. I’ll see you soon.”

∗ ∗ ∗

Alice watched from the backseat of the car as Robert got out and spoke with the captain of the plane, maintenance workers busy examining one of the engines.

She’d felt jittery the entire day, coming close to calling it all off multiple times.

She just had to keep reminding herself that the plan was good. She trusted her team. Robert wanted this. It would be fine.

Taking a deep breath, she fumbled with her phone as Robert came back to the car, slamming the door harder than necessary and dropping his head into his hand.

“I can get us two first class tickets on a seven-forty-seven that’s leaving soon,” she said quietly.

“Will they take the body?”

“If we pay them enough they probably will.”

Groaning, he let his head thump back dramatically against the headrest. “Do it.”

She nodded. “Sorry.”

“It’s not your fault.”

She bit her lip, feeling a rush of guilt considering that it very much was, but held her tongue. The driver began to drive them around to the entrance of the airport, where they checked their bags, and were ushered through a VIP entrance that allowed them to more or less bypass security and get straight to the gate. Robert was typing obsessively on his phone the entire time they sat waiting to board, and Alice curled herself into his side, rubbing his tense shoulder.

From across the way, she spotted Eames sitting near the window, watching them. She gave him a little smile in greeting.

“Finally,” Robert muttered, when they were called to board. She elbowed him and he cringed, shooting her an apologetic look. “Sorry,” they both knew that he tended to behave more like a spoiled rich kid when he was stressed.

She was right behind him as they had their boarding passes checked by the flight attendant, Eames stashing his stuff in the overhead bin in front of them before ripping off his coat, nearly smacking Robert in the face as he did. Robert cringed away, clearly annoyed.

“I’m sorry,” he muttered, and Eames turned to him, quickly mumbling apologies as Robert brushed past him. He shot her a grin and a wink, wiggling the passport he’d just pickpocketed off of Robert at her. Alice rolled her eyes, pushing past him to get to her seat in front of Robert.

“Here. Give,” Robert said, holding out a hand for her bag once he’d set his in the overhead bin. She opened her mouth to argue that she could do it, then looked up at the bin and shut it, handing over her bags with a huff. Much as she hated to admit it, he was probably right that she couldn’t reach. Stupid short legs. Robert chuckled, stretching up to put her bags away for her before collapsing into his seat and pulling out his phone. Alice took the opportunity to glance over the cabin.

Everyone was there. Including…Ariadne? She cocked her head at that. She’d thought part of the deal between Cobb and Miles was that she wouldn’t be coming into the field with them.

She must have talked her way into it. Not that Alice minded. They could definitely use her.

Turning back to Robert, she found with delight that the flight attendant had been by to collect the men’s suit jackets, leaving Robert in only his slacks, white button down, suspenders, and tie.

It had always been one of her favorite looks on him.

He shot her a very knowing look when he caught her staring, wiggling his eyebrows suggestively and she smirked at him through her blush. The plane started to move and he put away his phone, leaning back with his hands folded across his stomach as he looked out the window during take off. As soon as the fasten seatbelt light had turned off, Cobb was tapping him on the shoulder and offering him the passport Eames had pickpocketed earlier. Alice felt her smile fade away as she watched them converse.

It had begun.

The flight attendant came by for drink orders. Robert ordered water, like he always did. Alice didn’t order anything. The last thing she wanted to do was make it rain in the dream because she needed to pee.

I am the worst girlfriend in the world, she thought miserably as she watched Robert take a sip of the water she knew Cobb had drugged. A panicky thought struck her that when this was all said and done, he might change his mind and realize that he wasn’t actually okay with any of this.

She swallowed the thought down harshly. She couldn’t let herself be thinking those types of things. Not now. She needed to be focused.

Keeping an eye on him as the minutes ticked by, she watched as his eyes grew heavier, shielding yawns with his hand and leaning more heavily against the plush seat. He shot a glance her way, blinking fuzzily. Alice leaned around her seat, pushing some hair out of his face.

“Get some rest,” she whispered to him, and he nodded, eyes sliding closed. She waited five minutes, just to be sure. “Dom,” she said to him in a soft voice, jerking her head towards Robert. Unfastening his seatbelt, Cobb stood fluidly from his seat, opening the above compartment and dropping a plastic wrapped garment onto Robert’s chest. He didn’t even stir. Leaning closer, Cobb gave him a gentle shake. When Robert still didn’t rouse, he turned, and gestured to the rest of the team.

Everyone leapt into movement. Alice stood and helped Cobb to recline Robert’s seat, the flight attendant they’d bought off coming in with the silver PASIV case. Cobb hooked Robert up to the machine, the spools of the IVs whirring as everyone grabbed their line and started to slip the little needle into their arms. Alice brushed her trembling fingers along Robert’s cheek, bending down to kiss him there. Cobb patted her shoulder comfortingly. Looking up at him, she saw the reassurance in his eyes, and nodded, snatching up her own IV and returning to her seat, making sure she was reclined before slipping the needle into the vein.

Then she closed her eyes and let unconsciousness take her.

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#robert fischer #robert fischer x oc #inception #my ocs #my fanfiction #alice emerson #alice emerson x robert fischer #because you'll be together

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fanby-fckry · 2 months

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just finished hazbin hotel and OMG IS IT GOOD

you were right about pacing though, that shit was rushed

husk is my baby girl though and i wanna hold him and brush his fur

im giving everyone a little kiss on their fucked up heads

Ayyye! First of all, welcome to – literal – fandom hell. I hope you enjoy your stay, because unlike Pentious, now that you’re here, you’re probably never leaving.

Second, I know I favor Alastor on this blog and in general, but Husk is also very shaped. He’s a poor little meow meow/pathetic wet cat in more ways than one and has a special place in my heart. <3

And yeah, if my two biggest complaints about the show have got to be pacing, and Lilith.

She wasn’t in the pilot and technically had no canon characterization, but between the word of god info from Viv’s streams and Lilith’s general role in Jewish culture, I am pretty disappointed to see her reduced to a deadbeat mom.

For those who don’t know, Lilith is the – quite literally – demonized seductress/evil woman who became a feminist icon for leaving her husband, Adam, after he refused to treat her as his equal and going on to become Queen of Hell. Major upgrade from Eden if you ask me.

She’s often called the first feminist, and while she typically doesn’t have a positive association with motherhood, Lucifer doesn’t exactly have a positive association with fatherhood either.

But hey, that’s where fanworks come in! We can fill in the gaps, and/or rewrite Lilith’s entire character if we want to.

I for one will be doing both. :3

#fanby answers #letmelickyoureyeballs #and they were mutuals #hazbin hotel #husk hazbin hotel #lilith hazbin hotel #hazbin spoilers

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juspeczyk · 9 months

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btw since this is My HouseTM here's a list of blorbos from my brain. i've been burnt the fuck out on art this year but by god these ocs are still kicking and someday i'll make more art about them. pwease do send me asks or something about them cause i really would love to make stuff for them i just don't have the executive function to decide what rn

fantasy daydreaming child -> fantasy ttrpg adult pipeline. polycule of magical girl superheroes in college + their social circle. main cast is siobhan-therese (goth, english major), talia (jock, journalism and/or sports medicine), drew (alt girl, taking a gap year), and rowan (granola girl, probably majoring in environmental science or something that will save the earth). the main four are a magical girl group who have to balance saving the world with college and 20something social dramas. also features lilah (siobhan-therese and talia's ex who is a total mean girl but still secretly has feelings for them both), wyllow (an even alt-er alt girl who is drew's "apprentice" but nobody really knows what that means), syd (lichrally just sidney from scream, she got adopted by the group because they were like oh she is such a poor little meow meow) and talia's younger sister who i haven't decided on a name for yet.

superhero universe that started as a chemistry project when i was in high school where we had to like, anthropomorphize a certain element in order to learn about the periodic table, so of COURSE i made it gay and comics. includes the above magical girls and another group of supers in college, except these ones are more sciencey. main character is nicki walton (can change her flesh into a superdense metallic substance, kind of like how emma frost can become a diamond) and her co-supers valentina foster-nguyen (half alien, can shoot sparkle rays and stuff), basira baz/the all-seeing girl (psychic/teleporter), silver star (haven't decided on a name yet, he's basically ghost rider but a cowboy instead of a biker), and liz doe (ghost girl who is also a toxic slime girl, can become intangible like kitty pryde, started as a villain but turned good cause she fell in love with nicki). she has a whole rogues gallery but the main villain is adam huxley, nicki's old lab partner who tried to kill her but instead gave her superpowers.

juno and milos. started as a college project in my comics class and has never left. root of my dnd homebrew world. she's a hunter turned knight, he's a cursed prince, they're in love, she kills his dad, it's a whole thing. i am perpetually trying to write a graphic novel about it.

gary stu vamp boy. his name is matthew monroe and he used to be vegan 😔 he got briefly mildly famous for accidentally filming his own attack where he was "mauled by a rabid dog", then "mistakenly" pronounced dead and buried "alive", then managed to crawl out of his own grave. he now works as the night manager of the local video store and has a big fixer-upper house where all the local cryptids crash. his best friend is a butch werewolf.

edmund fredericks. he's definitely not an axe murderer! probably exists as a historical figure in matthew's universe.

colette coupe. caricature of evil french ladies. eviscerated her husband but he managed to slit her throat before fully dying and now they're both ghosts who thrive on drama. somehow they ended up in matthew's house (idk cursed item or something) and they all despise each other.

#piri oc #piri.txt #this does not include my rpg ocs or dc takes cause those are in different universes ofc. these guys are all mostly in the same universe :3c #juno and milos' world/my dnd homebrew world exists as a monthly comic in the vampire/superhero/etc. extended universe #i don't know if the superheroes and cryptids are in the same universe or if the superheroes exist as a comic there too 🤔

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cityofdownwardspirals · 1 year

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I had a very productive morning studying so I wanted to reward myself by writing some of my cat!Magnus AU hehe

Alec sat down on the cobblestone next to the cat who had been staring at him constantly. He was in an alley right between two apartment blocks and out of everyone's view, so he felt safe enough to put his hood down without the risk of anyone recognizing him as Alec Lightwood, Prince of Idris.

The cat was looking at him intently, tilting its head when he removed his hood as if thinking about some deep secrets of the universe. Then it started approaching him, taking careful steps.

"Hello there, buddy," Alec said, holding out a hand. The cat hesitated before nudging its head against his hand and letting him smooth it.

Alec was taken aback by how gentle this stray cat apparently was, considering he expected at least a scratch. "You're a good girl, aren't you?" He asked, and then the cat let out a loud, disapproving meow. Alec blinked for a moment before trying. "Oh, good boy then?"

And then, to his surprise, the cat started purring, as if it could understand what he was saying. Which was completely insane because it was a cat, for goodness sake.

Alec looked in confusion at the big ball of fluff that he was still petting and asked, "What's your name?" For just a moment, he genuinely expected an answer. But the cat feline looked up at him as if it was judging him and didn't say a word back. Obviously. Because this was a cat, Alec reminded himself.

"Right, 'Cat' it is then," he said, shaking his head at himself.

His stomach started making a loud unhappy noise, and that is when the prince realized he hadn't eaten since that morning. He took out the cheese pastry he had retrieved from the breakfast buffet when he went out earlier and went to take a bite when he heard another loud 'meow'.

He looked down at the cat, who was staring at his pastry expectedly. "Oh, I can go get you some cat food if you want, buddy," he said. The cat didn't seem happy with that, looking at the pastry and licking its lips.

"I am pretty sure I heard somewhere cats shouldn't eat cheese," Alec said, scratching the back of his neck.

The cat seemed adamant though, not tearing its eyes off the pastry, so he sighed and tore a piece off, giving it to his new friend. "I suppose a little bit won't hurt. You seem to be very hard to argue with."

#i honestly cant wait to write the rest of this #alec lightwood #magnus bane #malec #malec fanfic #my fanfic ideas

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blorboconfessions · 3 months

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this ask is so so long. i am sorry. in my defense im entirely incapable of being normal about my ocs but oughhhh if i ramble about them on my main then all my mutuals i rp with (hypothetically -- i havent had the confidence to start something big in years pff) will know all about all their lore and ill be so so sad about it. so i am not naming any direct oc names. to keep the mystery

that being said. uoggh auhghh eve my boy eve houggg he is so important to me. poor pathetic former-alcoholic current-smoker meow meow whos last known location being a blood puddle outside a bar he is my everything. the religious trauma one queer ass man can have. the depression the repressed emotion the SHEER HOMOEROTIC ENERGIES i have bestowed upon this man. the energies are homoerotic by default bc hes gay dont worry about it

and the only reasons he doesnt go back to his adam being that hes currently presumed dead and even if that wasnt the case he feels too inadequate and ashamed of himself to return to adam. eve desperately wanting to forget, adam desperately clinging to the memory. adams camera. eves magician bullshit. they work the same job in different divisions. their reunion is inevitable. a man thrust into a situation he can never recover from. his lover having to recover from a situation he could never have predicted. eve looks down into the void he must now hide within from his heartbroken adam. adam looks up to the stars he wishes upon for the life and return of his heartbroken eve. fuckin!!! love them!!!!!!!!! im inconsolable. and it was neither of their faults too!!!!! eve was in the wrong place at the wrong time and adam was simply unexpected collateral damage. and eve can leave literally whenever but he DOESNT because he assumes that adam will HATE HIM and its like GIRL JUST COMMUNICATE WITH YOUR BOYFRIEND........ i made eve a total trainwreck and i regret none of it. the doomed yaoi. the sydney and jedidiah of my ocs. the original sin. i die

and its even funnier bc eve used to just be a character i had no intention of expanding upon for like at LEAST a year and a half. then literally 5 years ago i ended up revealing who he was early because i wanted to actually develop him as a character. and now im so autistic and a little gay for this man. fuck. FAUCK!!!!!!!!!! he used to just be mysteeeerious notes left at peoples feet and now hes my freak of the week. by now anyone who knows me has probably caught on to my typing style and can guess who im talking about so to anyone reading if you know me shhhhhh shh shhhh no you dont ive said nothing. no witnesses /silly

- 🎉 (since i plan to show up to this blog a good few times im adding an anon tag. i am confetti anon. i use it/he prns and i am exceedingly abnormal)

#🎉#🎉 anon #Also hiiiiiii 🎉 I'm glad you're planning on being a regular #I love seeing people talk about their favs. Like. The happiness you guys have talking about it so far transfers to me #Love you all <333 #confession #tw death #(?)#I love adam and eve together btw. They are gay and inlove and absolutely precious to me despite only knowing what you've written in this as

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vampacidic · 1 year

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ITS LEO hiii sage. using anon bc i dont want my main to be on here u know how it is. sleepover saturday real..... can i make u pick an aoi twin. also grabby hands thoughts on my special guys... mao ibaba tori ... ALSO whos your most brainrotting oc . u can answer all or none of these go wild

yes yes i getcha leo... i acfually have a couple friends named leo so i was like. Which one for a good second... anyway

ohh an aoi twin.... if i had to pick one my favorite is hinata :) it's the older sibling guilt lol... not that i dislike yuta. yuta is also my little guy. but there's something so..... grabby hands about hinata's. i wouldn't say asshole-ry but the way he's so adamant that he knows yuta that he refuses to acknowledge any change in yuta... echoes a lot of problems i have. im excited to see when he realizes that 'protecting' yuta has only been hurting her in the long run... ultimately damaging their relationship. etc. i love guys who are lost in the past

admittedly i don't know much about either ibara or tori... i never watched/read kiseki series lol. i know a speed run of ibara but i wouldn't say i uh. Know her. if you get what i mean... i think she's silly though. definitely a guy i'd pick up by the scruff of the neck if i ever dig in. tori was also a character i wasn't particularly interested in so i never dug in... i remember during my twitter days thinking her fans were annoying. which to be fair i was right but that was less because of tori himself and more Twitter.

mao however? my silly guy. im a big mixed jp/south asian mao enjoyer. which relates not at all to his character but i just can't see him as pale. i see his canon art and go Whete is his pigment. i love his character... his self sacrificing nature. also he's a fuckin LOSER. he's a younger brother 2 me. he is so special. the meow meow est. funny to me that he's the 'normal' guy of trickstar yet also the most popular... i don't talk about him a lot but he's very special to me. one of the first guys i latched onto... i think i cried over him more than once. his cringe tboy gnc swag seduced me

ok on the oc note. this one took me a while bc all my oc art is old LOL but my most specialest little meow meow is maisie

this is recent ^ ANYWAY i made her in freshman year chem so she’s been here for a few years… she’s a vampire lol. and a very transparent self insert LMAO she has a girlfriend luna :] (pictured above). i have an entire story for them lol but i need to sit and write it some time… basically maisie is a sad little bitch who lives alone in the woods and despite the happy demeanour she has Guilt surrounding the fact she’s feeding off her friends (human. who also have designs and are important 2 plot but i can’t be assed to remember their names). until she wanders across a lost wolf and is like ohhh. friend ? and it turns out it’s a werewolf lol. and it’s luna. and luna has amnesia or smthn idfk but what’s important is that they’re in lesbians andn it’s about fuckign. allowing yourself to be close 2 ppl again. i have other ocs lol (honeydew is a slime girl and she has a wife named valkyrie. valkyrie has touch sensitivities and thus they can never hold hands….. and they’re going 2 be short comics :] they’re just silly. no deep plot there. i have june who’s important in luna + maisie universe and she has a design i enjoy drawing. and there’s bea who’s a cow girl. not like a lasso and rides horses. like she has hooves) but maisie is my most beloved little fella who i project every problem onto

#sticking this under a readmore just bc it's long...#long post #ask #anon #ask game #this has been in the drafts for a while LOL im horrible at answering things on time #ya hope you enjoy secret sage ocs. they’re not secret i like talking about them i just get nervous lol #all my ocs are sapphic. btw. not like i think someone’s going to be like ummmmm. straight girl. but they’re all gay and get my gender #problems as a result #sage ocs #did i ever make an oc tag. oops. uh. lets find out!#sage oc’s

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theravenkin · 2 years

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for the ask game the raven cycle

oh god is this a doozy

blorbo (favorite character, character I think about the most)

ronan, hands down. i never stop thinking about him. i psychoanalyze the shit out of him. adam is a close second, but i am too scared of him to put him under a microscope like i do ronan.

scrunkly (my “baby”, character that gives me cuteness aggression, character that is So Shaped)

hmmm adam. ronan is also A Baby, for sure, but adam is My Baby. i wanna make him take a warm bath and feed him good soup and bread. i want to cuddle him and wrap him in warm blankets. he would never let me, but i want to.

scrimblo bimblo (underrated/underappreciated fave)

honestly?? somewhat controversial opinion?? i think blue is WAY underrated. this is due, of course, to the way maggie wrote her in book one. i just think about her as like, a modern teenager, not from 2012? and not arbitrarily white like maggie wrote her (because that doesn't make sense imo)?? not internalized misogyny? i basically recharacterized her in my head and then fell in love with her so yeah. my girl.

glup shitto (obscure fave, character that can appear in the background for 0.2 seconds and I won’t shut up about it for a week)

orla. love her. i wish we'd gotten some better development of her and blue's relationship. and i wish she hadn't been the embodiment of, like, "anti feminism" or whatever the hell. idk i don't like what maggie did with that character and i think she ignored a good opportunity.

poor little meow meow (“problematic”/unpopular/controversial/otherwise pathetic fave)

ashley?? this is weird but like...we saw that she was smarter than she let on and were even given the impression that she was spying on the boys, like she was part of some big plot. and then she just disappeared??? that was a big plot hole on maggie's part (or maybe she did it on purpose and i'm missing something) but either way i wish she could've had like a cool villain arc. that would have been badass.

horse plinko (character I would torment for fun, for whatever reason)

ronan, again. i just love watching him squirm. i want to publicly humiliate him and then give him a lollipop afterward.

eeby deeby (character I would send to superhell)

whelk. what a whiny little bitch. i hope satan created a special punishment dungeon just for him. :)

#the raven cycle asks #the raven cycle #raven's asks #trc #tdt #ronan lynch #adam parrish #blue sargent #gansey #richard campbell gansey the third #henry cheng #the gangsey #gangsey #pynch #bluesey #sarchengsey

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qingxin-s · 3 years

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༉₊˚✧ꜱʜᴇ'ꜱ ᴀɴ ᴀɴɢᴇʟ : ʜᴀᴡᴋꜱ x ꜰ.ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

synopsis: she was a journalist, adamant on gaining information about the heroes she adored so much. he was a up and coming hero. could i make it anymore obvious?

word count: 2,742

genre: slow burn, strangers to lovers

warning(s): cussing, slight mention of attempted assault, not proof-read, reuploaded from my old account

Closing her door with a click, she let out a sigh- a breath she didn’t even know she was holding in. Today had been…rough to say the least. Her only day off work in 3 months and she had to spend it chasing up reports from her employees, reading through them and then the cherry on top: having to buy a fresh set of clothes because a truck decided to speed past her, straight through a muddy puddle.

A meow sounded through her apartment, the clicking of claws on her tiled floor echoing. At least someone was happy to see her.

“Yes, I’m back” She mumbled as she crouched to the floor, running her hands through her cats silky fur. Instead of taking the route her friends took, settling down with a partner and maybe even having kids, she decided that work was more her thing. Meaning life was pretty simple for (Y/N)- simple, but lonely. All she had was her cat, Minx, but she managed to convince herself that was enough.

She stumbled into her kitchen, the time on her clock reading 11:35 pm. Damn, she didn’t even realize she was out for that long. It was too late for her to cook a full meal now- it would require too much effort. So instead, she settled on some chicken ramen and called it a night.

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“Work you stupid thing” The girl hissed as she slapped her computer screen, the loading bar almost taunting her. She really wasn’t in the mood for this today. First her day off was stolen from her, then she got drenched in puddle water and then…she was called into work at 6am.

Why she went into this line of work was beyond her. She enjoyed it at first, but slowly she lost passion for it- and passion was important in a job like this. She was a reporter, a very well renowned one at that. You’d tune into your local news channel and see her name in block capitals. And her specialty? Heroes.

She was notorious for being pushy, stopping at nothing to get the interviews she desired. Hell, she even managed to score one with Endeavour.

“Ma'am, I’m really sorry to bother you but can you check this article for me?” One of her employees asked shyly, breaking her from her train of thought. It was her intern, Izuku, stood with a thick stack of paper tucked between his arms. He was young, much younger than any other intern she had hired before. But he had spirit- and that’s all that mattered.

“You’re not bothering me at all, in fact you saved me from breaking my computer” She smiled, happily taking the stack from his arms. In all honesty, he was one of her favourite employees she had. Young, intelligent, actually excited to do his job. She cleared her throat as she skimmed over the paper, taking in every detail.

“Hawks, huh? He’s very new to the hero world right?” (Y/N) hummed as she flicked through the pages, and he nodded his emerald haired head eagerly.

“Yep! He’s gained a lot of attention recently, and when I reached out to him- he said he’d be more than happy to do an interview!” He exclaimed, and she couldn’t help but chuckle at his enthusiasm. Grabbing her f/c coat from the back of her chair, she began walking- beckoning for him to follow her.

“C'mon then, kid. Let’s go meet him”

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Turns out, Hawks was very happy to do an interview with her agency. He agreed to meet up with them in a local café, and as they were waiting she spotted Izuku chewing his nails anxiously.

“You nervous?” (Y/N) asked as she took a sip of her coffee, and he smiled at her sheepishly. She completely understood, she was nervous when she conducted her first ever interview. But she believed in him. She reached over and placed her hand on his shoulder, giving it a slight squeeze.

“You’ve got this” She grinned, and he exhaled. The door bell chimed and he stood up immediately, the hero they were waiting on walking in. He looked young- maybe around her age- and he carried himself in a very odd manner. Blonde, unkept hair that fell around his stubbly face. Large crimson wings that sprouted from his back. She didn’t even notice she was staring until Izuku cleared his throat.

“T-thank you so much for coming!” He greeted nervously, eagerly shaking the heroes’ hand. Hawks sent him a smile as he sat beside him, scratching the back of his head.

“Of course. Anything for your bosses agency” He grinned, and their eyes met for a split second. His bosses agency? So he knew who she was? He had read some of her works? They held the eye contact, his golden orbs softening- and she quickly looked away. Maybe this new hero was more interesting that she thought.

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The sky had turned gold when they had finally finished up, it’s soft glow bathing them as they stepped out of the café. The interview had gone surprisingly well considering how little experience her intern had. He was evidentially anxious as he asked the first few questions, but that melted away very quickly. And after ordering him a taxi home, she was left alone with the hero in question.

“Thank you so much for doing that, Hawks. He was so excited when he came into my office earlier” The h/c haired girl smiled as she did up the buttons to her coat, but she still shivered. It had quickly turned cold, the breeze assaulting her as it blew through her. Hawks chuckled quietly as he ran a hand through his messy locks.

“It was my pleasure. The kid seems really into it” He smiled, and she nodded her head in agreement. Before she could say anything else, the phone on his belt pinged- and he rolled his eyes in response.

“Sorry, I’ve gotta take this. But I’m sure I’ll be seeing you around” He winked and in a split second, he was gone. What did he mean…he’d see her around?

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A few weeks had passed since their initial interview with the winged hero, and in that time his popularity had grown massively. He was on the cover of local newspapers, he was featured in adverts for food products, he even had fangirls.

Speaking of, even they loved Izuku’s interview. Critics praised it for being so professional, so well put together. Which of course, made the boy beam. And has a treat, she decided to take him out for some ramen.

“This is so good!” He hummed happily with a mouthful of noodles, making her laugh. Her head was buzzing a little from the beer she had drunk to accompany her food, she could feel her face flush because of it.

“I’m glad, you deserved it” She grinned, and he shoved more food into his mouth in reply. Leaning back slightly in her seat she sighed, swirling the contents of her drink around in her glass. Since the interview, she just couldn’t help but think of Hawks. He was just so…so captivating. The door of the ramen shop creaked open, but she couldn’t be bothered to look up and see who it was.

“Can I get some chicken ramen, please?” A familiar voice sounded, and she heard her intern slam his chopsticks down onto the wooden table.

“Hey, you okay?” She quickly asked, his face bright red as he pointed towards the doorway. In all his glory stood Hawks, his gloved hands shoved into his pant pockets as he waited for his order- and Izuku jumped up from the table to go greet him. They exchanged a few words before the hero looked over at their table, smirking slightly- and they both walked over.

“Good evening” Hawks greeted, sliding into the seat beside Izuku, who was beaming. She smiled slightly as she put her drink down on the table, stretching slightly.

“Chicken ramen, huh? Not what I expected” She grinned as she nodded to his wings, earning a chuckle from him. (Y/N) was never any good at small talk, so she was happy to see that her small joke received a good response.

“Hey, I’m a hawk. There’s a difference” He teased back, leaning in his seat to get more comfortable. All whilst her intern looked between the two with a grin on his face. He had finished his bowl, and he seemed content.

“Thank you so much again for the interview! It did really well, so (Y/N) treated me to ramen!” He beamed, and Hawks smirked at her slightly. He folded his arms over his chest in a comfortable gesture.

“Oh yeah, she sounds like a great boss” The blonde replied, sending her a wink. Damn…so smooth. The waiter quickly brought over his bowl of ramen, and he quickly tucked in.

“Hey, Izuku, when do you need to be back home?” (Y/N) asked suddenly as she plucked up her bag from the seat beside her- and the green haired boy hummed in response, thinking carefully. The rest of the customers chatted happily amongst themselves, filling the shop in a comfortable atmosphere.

“Any time really!” He finally answered, and she smiled at how excitable she was. Pulling out her purse, she pulled out 5,000¥ and placed it on the table- enough to pay for all 3 of their meals and leave a tip for the workers. She beckoned for Izuku to follow her and before they could leave, she looked over her shoulder.

“I’m sure I’ll be seeing you around” She winked, leaving Hawks with a pink face.

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The office had quickly turned dark since the rest of her workers left and when she checked her computer clock- she was shocked to discover that it was 11pm. So she gathered her things, threw her coat over her shoulder and turned off the office lights. It was cold and wet when she stepped outside, so she shivered and wasted no time making her way home.

Cars whirred past her as she walked across the wet pavement, willing her body to go faster. She just wanted to get home to her warm cat, warm bed and cold leftovers in her fridge. As she walked, she couldn’t help but notice the second pair of footsteps quickly approaching behind her.

‘It’s just nothing, you’re fine (Y/N)’ She thought to herself as she clutched her housekeys in her pocket. But as the footsteps sped up she knew that wasn’t the case. A hand suddenly smacked onto her shoulder and spun her around, and she sucked in a sharp breath.

“Hey, pretty lady” The stranger slurred, and she could smell the alcohol on their breath- making her shrink away even more. They leaned closer towards her and she quickly shoved them off, breaking into a sprint whilst they were distracted. Her chest heaved as she ran, contracting as she gasped for breath. One minute she was on her feet, the next- she felt herself falling.

She had tripped on a stray crack in the pavement, and she landed on the wet ground with a large thump. As she tried to scramble to her feet she could see the stranger gaining on her, their face contorted in anger.

“You bitch! You’re gonna pay for that!” They yelled, but before they could reach her- she felt herself being picked up, and she was pressed against something warm. The wind harshly whipped her h/c locks around her face, but she didn’t dare open her eyes. And before she knew it, tears began leaking down her face- staining her cheeks.

“Hey. It’s okay, you’re okay” She heard him coo as they landed on a nearby rooftop, but the tears wouldn’t stop. Her chest continued to heave as she tried her best to steady her breathing, all whilst Hawks rubbed her back gently.

“Let’s get you home” He whispered as he placed a kiss on top of her head, and all she could do was nod.

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Keigo yawned as he stretched his arms, his legs up on the desk. He had barely slept last night after returning the journalist home. All he could think about was the possible outcomes if he had been late. Would she have gotten hurt? Would she even still be alive? But he didn’t want to think so negatively, so he shook his blonde head- as if to shake the thoughts from his mind. A knock sounded on the door, and he perked his head up.

“Yeah?” He called, signaling for the person to enter and they did. It was one of the agencies assistances, and in their hands was a large cup of coffee and a takeaway bowl of chicken ramen. An odd combination, but one he loved.

“These were left at the desk for you, sir. With a note” The assistant explained as they placed the items down in front of him before hurrying off. He plucked the note up with careful fingers, his face quickly heating up as he skimmed through it.

Hawks,

Thank you for last night, I really appreciate it. I don’t know how to properly express my gratitude, so I thought maybe you’d appreciate these.

Also, I booked a table for us tonight. At the same ramen shop as before. I hope to see you there.

Thank you

- (Y/N) x

“You smooth, smooth journalist” Keigo grinned as he took a sip from the coffee, shaking his head once more.

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(Y/N) tapped her foot anxiously as she stood waiting outside the small store. An hour had passed since their designated time slot, and she couldn’t help but feel sad. Maybe last night was just a one off. He was a hero after all, it was his duty to save people in need. He was probably too busy for her. As she was about to turn and leave with her head hung low, she heard heavy footsteps.

“I’m sorry I’m so late! There was this guy running around stealing handbags, and I couldn’t keep up!” Hawks exclaimed as he ran up to her, and she couldn’t help the smile that broke out on her face. He was holding a bouquet of roses in his hands, his usually messy hair slick back in a tidy manner.

“These are for you” He beamed as he handed them to her, and she happily accepted them. She even went as far as to stand on her tip toes and place a kiss on his freshly shaven face.

“Shall we go inside, Hawks?” She grinned, and his hand hovered over the spot she had kissed. He quickly recovered however, wrapping an arm around her waist as he opened the door for her with his other hand.

“Call me keigo”

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The battle that ensued was deadly, it had her on edge. Keigo insisted on her staying out of it, he couldn’t bare to see her get hurt. But she wouldn’t take that for an answer, so she hung back with the medics and the other students. She wanted to be there for him- she wanted to help in anyway she could. (Y/N) knew her quirk wasn’t particularly strong, so did he.

One minute all was calm as they awaited news from what was happening on the battlefield. The next, chaos ensued- and medics filled the scene.

“(Y/N)! Get back!” She heard Tokoyami yell as a stretcher was maneuvered around everyone and finally placed on the dusty ground. They had never really spoken much before, she only knew of him due to the fact that Keigo had taken him under his wing and taught him everything he knew. And as she approached the stretcher, she understood why.

Lying there was Keigo…her love. Covered in bandages and burns peaking through in the places his skin was exposed.

“What happened to him?!” She cried as she rushed towards him, even though Tokoyami tried so desperately to hold her back. His heart hurt as he watched the scene, he knew how much Hawks meant to her.

“He…he got caught up in Dabi’s fire blast. His wings- they’re gone! They may never grow back!” He yelped as he struggled to keep hold of her, even Dark Shadow was trying his best to keep her contained. But she broke free from his embrace and she rushed towards the stretcher. Keigo’s eyes fluttered open slightly, looking around as best as he could. Until he spotted her. Her h/c hair bellowing behind her as she rushed towards him, her e/c hues filled with tears. And like an angel emerging from the heavens, she came to him- crouching beside him with her eyebrows knitted in concern.

“You’re okay now, it’s okay” She whispered, and that was all he needed.

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resinatingbeauty · 3 years

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In Memory of The Best Friend I Ever Had - RIP Shadow (assumed)- 4/30/2021

Shadow showed up at my parents house where I lived at the time, one night back in 2016. I had just gotten home from working at a local country club late in the evening, tired, and physically burnt out from working 40+ hours a week on top of going to college for my associates degree. I saw something pass by the driveway out of the corner of my eye. Something massively fluffy, tail straight up in the air, trotting along. There are many feral cat colonies in this town and many cat owners that lived on that street. Needless to say, I didn't expect this one to whip back around and start chirping at me, rubbing my legs after I called to her.

My mother was adamant when my last two cats had past 8 or so years prior that she wasn't looking for any more pets. My mom loves animals, but she also loves her home and was thinking about doing renovations before adopting any new companions. I knew I was in trouble when this cat came to me with nothing but affection, clearly malnourished, but strangely well groomed. I knew she had to be owned by someone, I had no idea who.

That night I went inside after spending some time enjoying her company. At the time, I was calling 'Charlemange'' as a play on 'Charlemagne'. I had been taking a medieval humanities course at the time and the name seemed fitting enough considering how much scraggly fur she had. Huge paws. Big, fluffy tail and mane. I had never seen a cat so gorgeous around the area. All the feral cats are short hairs, reinforcing my notion that she had to be someone's pet.

I watched through the window slit of the front door as Charlemange played with the moths and other bugs that were attracted to the lamp post my parents have at the end of the driveway and regretted leaving her out there.

I simply thought that Charlemange would return home where she belonged. When I went out to my back screened in patio, whom do you think was waiting for me? Meowing? Charlemange. To my mother's horror, she would launch herself at the screen and hang there to get our attention. Imagine this big ass cat hanging from your screened in porch you've been trying to renovate by all her claws.

She was persistent and Charlemange NEVER returned home, wherever home was.

Eventually, I sealed the deal, low key giving her a can of tuna. Now you see how Shadow went from Charlemange to Shadow.

For about a month, all I had to do was make a high pitched noise and Shadow would come out of wherever brush she was stalking, running and talking until she found me. One evening, I went to give her her dinner, and she shot in the front door.

Mortified, I watched as she scooted right into the one place that I dreaded her to go. My parent's room. That night, as a 20 something, I received a lecture from my father about how my mother felt about pets. 'She isn't a kitten, you know,' he said, 'thats a grown cat. Someone else's cat.'

I just listened and acknowledged what he was saying. I knew there was no point trying to explain what exactly happened. When my dad got done going off on the back porch and went back in to bed, I heard a meow from the patio door. Shadow had been standing at the door, waiting for him to leave , almost like she was saying, 'Hey, I'm really sorry about that, sis,'

Shadow would go on to live in or around the property for nearly a month. I made an effort to find her owners and return her to no avail. Eventually, a single mom I had been working as a private tutor for as a side hustle agreed that she would take Shadow. This would only last for a few months. The family had another cat, Karma, whom had been declawed (I abhor this) and two little girls who had no respect for animals (especially cats) because of this. I knew how the oldest handled Karma and my only solace in handing Shadow over was that I knew she wouldn't be hit by a car, would be fed, loved to a degree, and would scratch the shit out of them if they fucked up.

Their mother ended up calling me, giving me money to bring Shadow in to the humane society, saying she was a wonderful cat, just not the best fit for the girls. I could only imagine what Shadow went through at that house, because the time there changed her. The collar I had on her was returned to me snapped in two. It looked like it had been pulled off. I cringed thinking about it and never put another collar back on that cat. At the time, a woman had been busted hoarding 100+ cats that had all been relinquished to the humane society and local rescues. The humane society's solution for most was euthanasia and I wasn't about that for Shadow. Back to my backyard she went.

Eventually, Shadow won over my mother and my father, especially my father, whom you would never think would love that cat so much. When my mother brought Shadow to the vet, we were surprised to find she had a chip in her ear registered to someone on our block. As per protocol, animal control was sent out to investigate. The woman told animal control that she didn't want the cat. All she did was run away. Shadow's real name was Holly, but she was still Shadow to me.

Shadow became the best friend I ever knew. Not a night went by where she wasn't under my covers sharing the pillow with me, laying stretched out on her back or side as the little spoon. If she wasn't in my bed, she would sit at the door to the bedroom, guarding me or in a chair next to me, always watching. I could do no wrong in that cat's eyes. She was the highlight of my day when I got home from every crappy job I had since. A furry coat to soak up the tears shed during long nights of insomnia and depression. An inspiration for my art and spirituality. My familiar and kindred spirit. If I would talk to her, she would respond with chirps and meows like she knew exactly what I was saying. If someone else was in the room giving her attention and I walked in, she would perk up and run toward me like they never existed. Shadow was the second cat that chose me. I have never chosen a cat from a shelter or adoption / rescue facility. This is how I acquired both my childhood furry friend and Shadow.

It all began when I noticed Shadow's fur was sticky and stiff, like she had been sitting in honey. Just the end of her tail at first. She always had this silly habit of sitting in her food tray, so I cleaned it and her and thought nothing of it until the drooling started.

Shadow had always been a drooler, but not to this extent. Drool bubbles would pop from her left lip. One night, when I came home from work before I started my leave to focus on my Etsy shop, I was horrified to find her sitting on the couch with a bloody chin. Now, there wasn't a large amount of blood, but this alarmed me significantly. It was time to see a vet, like, yesterday. Thankfully, my shop sales had been great and I didn't have to fret over the bill- I was ready to pay whatever it was to make her feel better.

The vet confirmed what I knew deep down and didn't want to acknowledge because the thought was just too painful. Cancer. No chance of survival even if I wanted to go through the hell of treatment, which involved removal of the tongue and jaw. I brought Shadow home and cried, hoping for the best -that the antibiotic would work. The vet said she had been wrong before, it could just be an abscess and it would heal. Shadow was still doing cat things. Shadow was still my best friend, she still loved me, she was still trying to cuddle me at night and surrounding me with the reminder of death in the odor of her breath.

Yesterday, I brought Shadow in to be put to sleep. The decision was made when I looked up from making a rune set and saw puddles of blood on the floor, a stream of it from her face as she was sitting in the window sill. I have never felt so heartbroken. Not even at a family member's funeral. I asked to bring her home, burying her under the tree where I buried my last cat and childhood familiar, Elmo. When I saw the standard biohazard bag peeking up through the dirt, I knew that was where she belonged. With her sister. Yesterday, my heart was buried with that cat. Eleven years was not long enough but each one filled with so much love and happiness. I stood with her until the end. The only peace I feel is that I know that she is no longer hurting. I know she knew I loved her.

I miss you Shadow. To those of you who have recently lost your best friend, your familiar or the love of your life, my heart goes out to you. I hope that someone else can read this and share my pain. I understand that there was nothing I could do but love her. Love your pets. Love them as long and as well as you can- nothing is immortal. We accept this when we commit to caring for our (mostly) furry (sometimes scaly or feathery) friends. This doesn't mean that it hurts any less when we lose them.

To my customers, who have been patiently and diligently awaiting orders while Etsy forced hiatus on my shop, preventing sales during this crisis in addition to my sister in law's wedding and me poking my own eye out back and February- you all are really the best turn of luck I've had. You do not know how much I appreciate you allowing me the time to spend these last few precious moments with her. It truly means the world to me and I hope at the end you receive something worth your time and patience. I have not forsaken fulfillment, and orders are still shipping. Unfortunately, I NEED to reopen and accept new orders, as Etsy is demanding payment for $600 worth of shipping labels. My shop is still appearing as in hiatus at the moment, but I ask for all the support my friends, supporters and followers can offer at this time as I essentially will be working for free when I reopen to pay these fees. Great, right?

If you are awaiting refunds, there is literally no money in the account associated with Etsy. However, as the funds become available, I will be processing refunds / cancellations. I'm sorry for the delays, I never thought I would say I found success at the worst possible time. I urge the rest of you- if you have a deadline for your order for the love of goddess TELL ME. I am getting a little frustrated with buyers (who are frustrated with me, understandably, but still, my item descriptions are clear about relaying deadlines) who are upset or complaining about meeting gift deadlines or other deadlines I literally had no idea about. I'm a decent psychic, but not perfect.

~ Samantha

(Owner/Designer/Creator blursedbaubles.etsy.com)

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smol-and-grumpy · 4 years

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Something Just Like This - CH20

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader

Summary: Dean Winchester, mobster boss. He’s a little cocky, a lot ruthless and more often than not, short tempered. But he’s also, Dean Winchester, a war veteran and hero who suffers under a shit ton of PTS. He met her in a bar and thinks it’s fate that brought her to him. Little does he know why she’s really here.

A/N: This is just a little something fluffy. And we see a lil more of what lies ahead.

WC: 3436

SERIES MASTERLIST

Dean’s man helps her clean up the bar but he didn’t say a word. Only when Y/N asks him his name did he tell her that he’s Gabriel. She wonders what happened to Adam, if Dean’s really jealous and took her jokes seriously to take Adam off this job and delegate him to do something else. Because that wasn’t her intention.

Gabriel follows her to Dean’s apartment in his own car and even follows her into the garage.

She gets out the same as he gets out of his vehicle. “You didn’t have to come down here, I’m a big girl.”

Gabriel looks at her like he thinks she’s crazy. “I live here.”

“In this building?”

“Yeah, boss provides accommodation. Here, and several other buildings around town.”

Her jaw opens and she knows she has to close it. After a long while of staring each other down she asks, “How many of you live here?”

Gabriel shrugs, “About twenty. The rest he rents out.”

“He owns the whole building?”

“Hey woman, you’re with him, you should know.”

Yeah, maybe Gabriel’s right. Maybe she should know.

“And he decides who lives here and who lives in other buildings?”

“Only people he trusts live here.” Gabriel says it like it’s no big deal.

“Adam?”

“No.”

“Who’s looking after the cat when he’s not around?” She couldn’t help but ask.

“Before you? Sam sometimes Cas, but Cas is allergic to cats. Big boss doesn’t trust anyone else with a key to his apartment.”

“Ah,” She says and she feels her cheeks burning up.

“Listen, it’s late, I wanna go lie down. Will you be okay? Just hit me up tomorrow when you’re leaving for your shift. I’m in apartment 17A.”

“Okay,” She says, and adds, “Thank you.”

She turns the key and slips in, turns on the light and immediately, Cuddles is by her side, meowing softly. “Hey Cuddles, I’m gonna stay with you for a couple of days, okay? You hungry?”

Cuddles runs straight to his feeding dish, meows some more and she drops her things in Dean’s bedroom before she returns to feed the cat.

While Cuddles is eating, she stands up, empties the litter box and walks back into the bedroom. “I’m gonna take a shower, alright?” She says to the cat in passing.

Apparently, she talks to cats now.

After her shower, Y/N walks out into the bedroom with a towel around her body. She goes straight to her bag but then she has an idea.

Walking over to Dean’s closet, she opens it.

Suits and shirts.

A lot of it.

Almost exclusively.

Dress pants too.

She opens a drawer. Ties. Neatly rolled up.

Another drawer. Cuff-links. Neatly aligned on one side, tie clips off to the other side.

She tries another drawer. Underwear and socks.

My god, where does he keep his normal clothing?

The second to last drawer. Bingo! Simple t-shirts and henleys. Not as many as dress shirts but enough. She finds the one she’s been looking for, and pulls it out, places it to her nose, smells Dean’s detergent on it.

It’s the same shirt she wore when she was here the first time. Led Zeppelin. The letters already faded. She wonders if he’s wearing it often.

She walks back into the bathroom, hangs the towel up to dry and brushes her teeth. Everything’s still here. His toothbrush, his trimmer, his cologne. Dean must be used to traveling, maybe even has sets in his bag ready for travel so he doesn’t have to unpack a lot once he gets home.

Walking out again, she turns on the light on the bedside table before returning to the bathroom to switch off that light. She fishes out a pair of underwear she’s packed and puts her old clothes into the plastic bag before she stuffs them into her overnight bag.

When she looks at the bed again, Cuddles’ already lying in there, waiting for her.

She grins, “Hey buddy, you’re not supposed to be in here.”

The cat gives her a look that says Duh! If you wouldn’t have wanted me in here you should have closed the door! But then it’s like the cat’s face softens up when she strokes his head. And now he’s looking at her as if to say I won’t tell if you don’t. And how can she say no to that?

Y/N cozies herself into the bed, almost gets lost in the comfy sheets. Everything smells new. Dean must have changed the sheets before he left.

Turning off the light, she turns on her side, Cuddles is already purring away next to her.

She’s almost asleep when she hears her phone vibrate. She takes it, looks at the message. Smiles because she can’t not smile at that.

D: Is everything okay?

Y/N: Why shouldn’t it be?

D: Is the cat giving you attitude?

Y/N: He has a name.

D: Is Cuddles giving you attitude?

Y/N: Oh shit, I was supposed to go to your place!

D: Jesus Y/N! Don’t make me drive back to spank you!

Y/N: Relax. Everything’s fine. Although I wouldn’t say no to a spanking. But yeah, we’re fine. Both in bed and ready to sleep.

D: I would hope that you’re both in separate beds. With him in his cat bed which is located in the fucking living room.

Y/N: Sure.

D: Y/N!

Y/N: Good night Dean

D: I swear, if I find out that he’s been in my bed..

She laughs at that, puts her phone aside even if it’s still vibrating with incoming messages. She’s too tired to deal with texts.

It’s about another minute when her phone rings, and she picks up grumpily. “Hello?”

“I know you didn’t read the messages.”

“I’m tired.”

“That’s alright. Just want to say good night to you. So good night, baby.”

“Good night Dean.”

“Miss you.” He adds and there goes sleep because her heart is racing.

“Miss you too.”

They’re driving to an abandoned warehouse, where the meeting with Crowley is supposed to be. They’re meeting with Crowley’s nephew. The head of Crowley’s logistics operation or so Crowley says.

The drive is a short one since they were already in town for another meeting yesterday and slept here. Sleep is maybe too good of a word. Dean has had a nightmare again, woke up in the middle of the night with sweat beading his forehead. That was when he texted her.

It’s almost noon now and he wonders if she’s awake already.

“Dean, we’re here.” Cas says, jolting Dean back to reality.

“Okay, you can go on, I’ll just be a minute.” He says while Inias, Ash and Cas get out of the car. Of course Dean didn’t miss Cas’ eye roll. Couldn’t have missed it if he tried.

Alone in the car, Dean thumbs over his contacts, his finger hovers above her number. He debates for a short moment, breathes in and out. He doesn’t want to wake her up but the urge to hear her voice is almost too much for him to bear.

It rings.

“‘Lo,”

Dean exhales. The tense in his body is gone and he relaxes immediately. She sounds like she just woke up, her voice as a sexy sultry tone to it. It actually makes his cock stir in his pants and he knows he should be ashamed of it. Should be worried of the effects she has on him. Worried of the power she holds over him.

“Good morning, sweetheart. Did you sleep alright?”

“Yeah,” Dean can hear shuffling, she’s probably getting out of the bed. His bed. The thought makes him feel kind of content. It should be like this, shouldn’t it? With her in his apartment, in his bed.

“Did I wake you up?”

“No, I’m up for a while. How did you sleep?”

“What is sleep?” He snorts.

“Nightmare?”

Dean sighs, “Yeah.”

“‘M sorry.”

“Don’t bother,” He brushes it off, doesn’t want to dwell on the subject of his nightmares. “What are you doing now?”

“I’m—” There’s a sound of a machine. Loud and horrible. He makes a mental note to maybe get a new one. One that isn’t so fucking loud. “—oh my god!”

Dean chuckles, “It’s loud isn’t it?”

“No, I mean yeah, it is but I just had another shock moment.”

Dean’s alarmed. “What is it? The cat?”

Y/N laughs then, “Sorry, no. It’s just I was walking around and there’s a blob of your cum coming out of me and I think I need to change underwear again.”

“Jesus, Y/N! You seriously need to stop giving me heart attacks!” Then his voice gets lower, “Fuck, thanks for that image. Now I can’t stop thinking about you walking around in my apartment with cum stained underwear. You’re now wet and dripping, too, probably. Wet enough for me to just bend you over and fuck into you.”

Alright, that was a mistake because he’s half hard just by imagining it.

“Thanks,” She says, and adds, “Now I’m even wetter.”

“You’re welcome.” Dean grins.

“Why don’t you do it?”

“Do what?” He asks, wondering how she thinks he can go there right now.

“Bend me over and fuck me from behind. You always do it from the front.”

It’s the first time Dean thinks about it and yeah, that’s true.

“I-I just always want to see your face. I can’t if I’m behind you.”

It’s the truth. He can’t stand not seeing her face. Wants to know when he’s doing something wrong because she matters.

“You have a floor length mirror in your bedroom, just saying,”

“Ooookay, I need to cut this off because I have a meeting to attend and I can’t be thinking of you on all fours wet and ready for me.”

She laughs, “Too late.”

“It is.” He agrees. “Right, I’ll be in touch and I’ll see you soon.”

“Bye, Dean.”

“Bye, baby.”

Dean hangs up, stowed his phone back into his pocket and adjusts his boner before he gets out, buttoning up his suit jacket, slips into Dean Winchester, mobster boss.

“Alright, let’s go.”

“Gentlemen,” Crowley says as they walk in. “Take a seat.”

There are four empty chairs around a gigantic round table. The others are all occupied.

“Sorry we’re late,” Dean says, unbuttons his jacket and sits down. He looks into the round, sees familiar faces except for one.

“Yeah, he had to call up his sweetheart.” Ash snorts and Dean gives him that look. A look that says, that Ash should shut up or he’ll find himself at the end of a barrel.

Crowley grins, “Is that so? Is that why you didn’t want a girl from the club?”

Dean’s annoyed to say the least. “Can we get on with what he came here for?”

Crowley ignores Dean, turns to Ash and says, “That waitress?”

“Barmaid.” Cas corrects Crowley, a smug grin on his face but that grin is gone when he sees the look on Dean’s face.

“Ew, the one who said she had STD.” Crowley cringes his nose but then his lips form an ‘O’, “Ah, I’ve been played, I see. Barmaid one, Crowley zero.”

“Please, it’s none if your fucking business.” Dean growls, his hand comes up to scratch at his jaw, feeling visibly uncomfortable.

“Right, it’s your ‘fucking’ business,” Crowley is still grinning, air quotes the word fucking. “Anyway, gentlemen, this is my nephew Cain. He’s something higher up at Amtrak, is responsible for routes and schedules, I asked him to help out and here he is.”

“Cain,” Dean nods. It’s hard to tell that Cain’s Crowley’s nephew. He’s much taller, doesn’t look like his uncle at all. If it’s even his real uncle. Sometimes Crowley likes to take people under his wing, mentor them so he can use them.

“I’ll have people cover up the wagons, make them believe it’s a freight train of the city when in fact it’s gonna be methylamine for buyers in the west and countless other illegal things that I don’t even wanna know about.” Crowley is explaining it to Cain. Looking around at Dean and his men Crowley then says, “I hope gentlemen, that after this, you’ll be voting for me again in the next mayoral election.”

Dean tries not to snort out too loud.

“How many wagons are we talking about?” Cain asks, balancing a pen on his finger. Dean has noticed that Cain’s taking notes like a good school boy. He doesn’t know what it is but there’s something about Cain that rubs him the wrong way. He wonders if Crowley has run a background check on him.

“About fifteen to twenty.” Dean says.

“Excuse me what?” Cain asks, taken aback by the large number.

“Oh, you heard me.” Dean smirks and then he turns to Crowley, “I don’t think your nephew is ready for such a big thing.”

Castiel lowers his chin and mumbles “That’s what he said.” Which in turns makes Ash spit out the water he’s been drinking and splatters it across the table.

He’s working with a bunch of kids, Dean realizes.

“Cain, are you able to do that?” Crowley asks, his gaze on Cain and it’s as if Cain knows that if he says no, Crowley will probably do something bad to him and get someone else to do it anyway.

“I can,” Cain says, but his voice is not as convincing. “I need a couple of months, though.”

“Months?” Crowley’s outraged.

“Yeah, it’s not that easy, given the amount of freight I need to be thorough with the planning.” Cain tries to explain himself.

“Ash will help you.” Dean says.

After everyone walks out of the meeting room, Dean pulls Crowley aside. “Listen how real of a nephew is Cain to you?”

Crowley chuckles. “He’s actually not. It’s just someone I thought has potential.”

“Good,” Dean whispers. “I don’t trust him. Do you have a back up?”

“I always have a back up. Maybe not as good but when Ash can work on it sometime with Cain, maybe Ash can do the majority and we can get the backup in. I don’t trust Cain myself.”

“Why’s that?”

“Have you seen him making notes? Who the hell does that? It’s not like the things we talk about should be found anywhere! It fucking irks me!” Crowley hisses.

“Why did you get him on board?” Dean hisses back.

“His brother worked for me and got killed. Said I’d take care of his family and when I found out that Cain works for Amtrak, he was my fucking man alright?”

“For fuck’s sake, Crowley! Why do you think that he won’t be ratting us out? For all I know he’s gonna serve our asses to the Feds on a fucking silver platter!” Dean’s annoyed, punches the wall next to him.

“He’s being watched 24/7. I tapped his phone and his emails are going through my server. For now, get Ash to work with him, I’ll take care of it when time comes.” Crowley says and with that, he walks out of the meeting room.

Dean feels nauseous, has to sit down for a moment. He rubs his face, leans back and closes his eyes.

No, this can’t be happening. He’s not going to lay his future (or what’s left of it) in the hands of fucking Cain. This is his only shot, it’s all or nothing. It has to work out, only then will he be a free man. And now with Y/N, he has even more to lose.

D: I have to stay here another night, will you be okay?

Her phone lights up as she’s loading the dishwasher. She finishes the task and writes back.

Y/N: Don’t worry about me. Cuddles and me are having a good time.

D: Wish I could be there.

She giggles before she types something in.

Y/N: You’d be the third wheel.

The three dots appear, which means Dean’s typing something. And then they disappear only to reappear. The same game, again and again.

Y/N: You okay?

D: Yeah.

Then a little later.

D: No, actually I’m not. I’m having a rough day. Can I call you later? Maybe it helps when I hear your voice.

Y/N: Sure. Do you wanna call now?

D: No, I’m with Cas and the others. They’re already making enough fun of me as it is. Don’t worry, I’ll call you later, sweetheart.

Y/N: Okay.

Great. Does he think that she won’t worry? Ugh. Men, seriously.

She pockets her phone into her jeans and walks towards Dean’s office. She absolutely hates to do that. It’s like Dean completely turns her around and that’s not good, is it?

Her heart’s racing when she opens the door. The office is sparse, a big heavy desk, a big screen, a laptop. One big ass office chair and behind it some folders and a file cabinet.

All of a sudden a sound makes her scream up. Cuddles jumped from the floor onto the desk. “My god, you scared me for a second there.”

The cat looks at her with the look that says something like You and me both know that neither of us should be in here.

She sighs, rolls her eyes, “This is our secret, alright? I’m not doing it because I want to.”

Y/N works fast, looks through folders, files, comes up empty handed. She picks up the cat, glances back one last time to see if everything’s as it should be and then she closes the door behind her, leans against it and breathes for the first time. She didn’t realize that she’s been holding her breath this whole time.

There’s nothing that leads to his shady things. All the folders and files are about legal investments and that is as frustrating as it is a relief.

He must have all his other things at the bunker and who knows when she’ll be able to go there next and even worse, she won’t be alone in there.

She walks back to the couch, drops herself and the cat down on it, takes out her phone and snaps a picture of them together. Her face is still a little flushed and Cuddles looks as annoyed as a cat can.

She decides to send it to Dean, to help cheer him up.

The reply came immediately.

D: My two favorite things.

Her cheeks start to redden again. And then another text.

D: I set it as my lock screen, hope you don’t mind. You look good in my shirt. Have you been going through my stuff?

Oh, oh…

Y/N: Just wanted to sleep in the shirt I slept in the first time I was here.

She hopes he’s buying it. Which he should because it’s the truth.

D: It’s okay, I don’t keep secrets from you. It looks better on you anyway. You can keep it if you want.

She doesn’t know if she should answer. What she should answer. Decides not to because he said before that he was busy.

Looking at the watch, she sees that she still has two hours to kill before she has to go to work. She walks to her bag, gets out her drawing book and starts to draw. It’s a passion really. She always wanted to study art but then the thing with her dad happened and she completely turned her life around. Now she only draws when there’s time.

Opening the a new page, she picks out Cuddles to draw and when she’s about to start, Dean’s text is coming in.

D: There’s a gym and a pool on the first floor of the building if you’re bored.

Y/N: Tell me, do you really don’t have a camera in here? I thought you didn’t have a pool?

D: No cameras, just think that you might be bored. And it’s not my pool. It’s a community pool for everyone in the building.

Y/N: I don’t have a bathing suit with me.

D: Then don’t go to the pool. It’s kinda unsanitary to swim naked.

She snorts out a laugh.

Y/N: That’s your only concern? That I would swim there naked?

D: Yeah.

Y/N: Okay.

D: My second concern is that people will see you naked and I don’t want that.

Y/N: Thanks for being honest.

D: Anytime.

Y/N: Now stop texting me and go about your business!

D: You sound like Cas.

She grins and picks her pencil back up.

CH21

#something just like this #dean winchester #mobster!dean #dean winchester x reader #dean winchester x you #dean winchester fic #dean winchester fan fic #dean winchester fan fiction #nathalie writes

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honey-harper-official · 4 years

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Meet Me in the Middle Chapter 8

Meet Me in the Middle Chapter 7

Word Count: 2790

This fic series is about nodrian’s daughter, Rosetta, not having any prodigy abilities (sorta) and falling in love with a girl named Ellie who is Ruby and Oscar daughter and handling both in the worst possible way.

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Rosetta came into Ellie's room, her hair pulled back and a giant shirt with shorts on and Pudge in hand. Ellie was in her own pajamas with her laptop, movies, and her latest embroidery work on the bed as she had put both the beds together to make a big one.

Rosetta dropped her cat on the bed and Ellie scooped Pudge up right before he got to her embroidery, the curious pet pawing at everything he saw.

"That is not for you mister," she said, scratching behind his ear and making him purr.

She hopped onto the beds, hair flouncing behind her. She looked adorable in her purple pajama set, just like how she looked good in literally anything.

Ellie held up the movies.

"Which one?"

She had several vastly different choices, showing her Shrek, Emma, Love Simon, and Pulp Fiction. Rosetta, ever the sucker for a romantic movie, chose Love Simon.

Ellie popped it in and Lacey dimmed the lights, enough that it was dark but not too dark that Ellie couldn't see her needle work.

She was making a depiction of David by Michelangelo. She absolutely loved remaking iconic artwork from the Renaissance and her favorite artist of all was Michelangelo. She put his art on everything but Rosetta wasn't complaining either. She loved Michelangelo and Renaissance art too, being obsessed with then hands from God Creating Adam.

Obviously though, Ellie strayed form just recreating Michelangelo's work, having put a bunch of famous paintings and pieces like Starry Night and The Persistence of Memory on jeans she had. Ellie had also embroidered Frida Kahlo onto a jean jacket. Any famous piece of art that existed, it seemed Ellie had put it on something. It was what most of her embroidery was, doing other things like flowers or patterns onto objects as requested by people.

Eventually, Ellie set her things aside and focused back on the movie, wiggling her way under the blanket Rosetta had draped over herself, Pudge on top of her and asleep.

"Oh I like Abby's makeup," Rosetta mentioned as they showed them in Cabaret for the school musical.

"I can do it for you if you want," Ellie offered. "I mean you already took off your makeup and washed your face I assume but-"

"Go ahead," Rosetta told her, knowing that it would make her happy. She loved doing other people's makeup. "I mean I'm going to end up taking it off soon anyways but you can do it."

"Yes!" Ellie cheered. "Let me go grab my things."

She hopped off the bad and ran to the bathroom, coming back with her bag and miniature portable ring light. She paused the movie and flicked on the lights, putting her bag down on the bed and suctioning the light to the wall, turning it on.

She crawled on the bed and then over top of Rosetta, pushing her back against the bed and under the light. She settled herself, straddling Rosetta's hips with her thighs.

Rosetta could feel her body heating up, warmth spreading up her neck and face. She was almost certain that Ellie would be able to hear her heart, thundering and about to burst from her chest.

Ellie was on top of her.

Ellie was on top of her!

ELLIE WAS ON TOP OF HER!

She thought she might just black out as Ellie began, grabbing an eyeshadow. One hand was holding the side of her face and the other was maneuvering the brush.

"Are you okay? Your forehead is hot?" Ellie asked.

"Mhmm."

Ellie then pressed a kiss to her forehead and Rosetta nearly screamed.

"You sure you're alright? It feels like you have a temperature."

"Yeah I'm sure," she squeaked.

She gave her a look but didn't press. Instead she had her close her eyes so she could apply the eyeshadow. Rosetta wasn't allowed to open them until Ellie said she could but she could hear and feel her pausing and continuing, palette clanking every time as the metal part of the brush hit it and the bristles then met her eye.

Next she felt eyeliner go on and then she was allowed to open her eyes, only to be told to curl her eyelashes and put on mascara since Ellie knew that Rosetta hated when anyone else did those things for her. She never really liked people being able to go that close to her eyes and be able to nearly stab her too. That and it just felt uncomfortable for her.

"And last touch," Ellie said, pulling out lipstick and popping off the cap. "Open your mouth a bit please."

Rosetta did as told, not having the courage at the moment to be playful at the moment. Ellie's thumb held her bottom lip down gently as she applied it to the top. She let go, placing it on the bottom and making Rosetta's heart pound the whole time. She was almost sure this is what a stroke felt like.

Ellie moved off of her, packing her things away but tossing Rosetta a little hand held mirror.

"What do you think?"

"It's great. Thanks," she said quickly, trying not to melt into a puddle.

Her crush then left to go put her things back in the bathroom, gently snagging back the mirror.

Pudge then moved onto her and she held him tight, needing something to ground her. He meowed in defiance and tried to squirm out.

"Leave that poor baby alone," Ellie said, as she came back in, grabbing a deck of cards off her desk and throwing them at her so she would release him.

Not wanting to get hit in the face by the cards, she let Pudge go and snatched them from the air. Rosetta cleared a space on the bed and dumped them out, proceeding to shuffle them.

"Do you want to play a quick round of go fish?" She asked.

"I don't see why not."

She sat on the bed and Rosetta dealt the cards, even giving a few to Pudge since he liked to do whatever Rosetta did. If he wanted one of her cards he would tap it and she would see if it matched his or not.

They played for a few rounds, Pudge somehow winning two of them, before Ellie stretched and hit the lights.

"I'm tired," she yawned curling up on the bed and patting a spot beside her, gesturing for Rosetta to lie down as well.

"Let me go wash my face."

"So much for the makeup I did," she murmured.

"I warned you did I not?"

She went to the bathroom and rinsed down with water before taking a few pumps of Lana's facewash. They both used the same brand and more then once Lana had come into Beck and Rosetta's room to take some so she wouldn't mind Rosetta taking a little from her.

She dried her face off and then flopped onto the bed. Ellie wiggled closer, her head on her shoulder, breathing already steady. She was asleep in minutes and as much as Rosetta loved her, it had to be one of the most annoying things about her. It was not fair that she could fall asleep in under five minutes when Rosetta couldn't even stay asleep unless she was anywhere but a bed.

She wanted to move position but couldn't with Ellie right there. She didn't want her to move away from her but then reminded herself that a relationship outside of friendship wasn't realistic. It wasn't real and it never would be, no matter how badly she wanted it.

And she wanted it desperately.

She loved everything about Ellie. She loved how gorgeous she was with brown hair and eyes. She loved how she was a sweetheart and loyal and supportive. She loved how she was creative and funny and charming in every aspect and she always smelled great. There was not a bad thing about her. Even when Ellie wanted to experiment with girls, she came to Rosetta purely because they were friends and she didn't want to go and experiment with a random person when she could test it out with Rosetta, someone she wasn't interested in dating wise, and have it be a full on test where they both knew that it could simply just be that, an experiment and nothing more.

And yet even then Rosetta still fell hard when she was well aware that it most likely would never work out anyways. She needed to let it go. Ellie had a boyfriend and wasn't interested in Rosetta or girls. Not anymore.

But it was so hard to get over it when she was with her so much and she didn't want to loose her friendship.

Her heart ached badly.

Ellie was right there beside her, cuddling with her and yet.... it meant nothing. She was nothing with her when Rosetta wanted to badly to have something beyond their friendship. And no matter how hard she tried she couldn't shake off how much she was in love with her.

What made it even worse was that even if she found the courage to confess these feelings to her and somehow, Ellie felt the same way, they would have to hide their relationship for their own safety.

Even in the place that she had been able to express and be herself the most, she was still hiding so much of who she really was. Her grand plan was to just graduate and leave and run away from everything in Gatlon and be happy, no strings attached to any part of her life here.

She just wanted to be happy.

Yet no matter what, that didn't seem like an option and she was terrified of what could happen if she tried. What ever she was able to express at school she couldn't express at home and whatever she couldn't express at school she definitely couldn't express at home on the off chance that someone at her school found out. She had kept everything, even her own EP and music videos, hidden and it wasn't until this year that she started to make an effort to bring them to things though it wasn't like they had ever asked nor cared before hand anyways.

The news about who her parents was had gotten out at the end of last year and after about a week, no one cared. Everyone was focused on their studies and wasn't really interested in anything about the Renegades or Anarchists. In high school, a lot of people just started to grow up and aim for the career they wanted.

It was a refreshing break but that didn't mean that people didn't know anything about her family or she still really wanted anyone to know anything. With the media attention always around, there was always a chance that something Rosetta wanted to keep quiet would get slipped out. While she knew her parents and siblings would never say a word, it would always end up being found out anyways and Rosetta couldn't take that risk especially with her sexuality.

There were still a few people, like one boy at her school named Jack Vales, who were incredibly homophobic and with the world being a better place to come out to now then a while ago, some media sources became more and more daring and would leak people's sexualities which was messed up and only proved to Rosetta that she couldn't let anyone know.

The only people who were aware was Danna, Narcissa, and her friend group because nearly all of them, save Ellie and Beck, were not straight or cis. Often times they covered for her.

However, Rosetta was very open about who her parents were and her sexuality on her TikTok and in her music. The only reason this happened was because the person she was most terrified of finding out, the one kid at her school, didn't have social media and no one at her school was going to snitch on her. Jack wasn't even in the music department and didn't care much for it at all, being in the wood working classes. She also had her TikTok for ages and some how the big tabloids had yet to discover it. It was like a safe haven somehow. She didn't know why but it was.

As stressful as it was, as long as that one kid never found out, her life was just the way she wanted it.

But stress still had its toll.

Rosetta got out of the bed, hugging herself tightly as she cried and went to the bathroom to hide. She didn't want to wake Ellie up and have her find out.

She curled up on the tile floor by the cabinet under the sink, big tears rolling down her cheeks. She didn't need the mirror to know that her eyes were puffy and swollen and the thought of it just made her sob harder.

Rosetta clamped a hand over her mouth to try and stifle the noise.

She hated how she was in love with Ellie. She hated how she had to hide herself. She hated how she didn't have powers and how it made her a disappointment. She hated how everyone just seemed to pity her. She hated how no one in her family gave a damn. She hated everything.

Rosetta just wanted her problems to dissolve into nothingness. If not then she wanted to dissolve into nothingness. She had been bottling all of it up so long that she wasn't sure how much more she could take though all she had to do was make it through the end of high school. But most of all she just wanted to be with Ellie.

Suddenly, in the corner of her eye, something white flickered. She looked around there was nothing and decided to ignore it.

Rosetta rubbed her eyes, wiping away tears when it appeared again, only this time only more clear. It was like a bunch of text and numbers.

She blinked out tears and focused ahead. It became more clear and somehow more confusing.

"Date Ellie

Chances: 95%" It read. Rosetta let out a small squeak.

It was impossible. She didn't have powers. She wasn't a prodigy. This was just some insane hallucination. And yet, she also knew that it probably wasn't. In middle school, both incidents that had lead to her expulsion she had sort of wanted to happen. She was so upset that she didn't care what she just wanted something bad to happen to the other person and she wanted to leave school. Both times she got her wishes and both times she remembered a little white blink in the corner of her eye and a shiver run down her spine.

Rosetta then tried to manipulate the numbers.

"Date Ellie

Chances: 100%" It then read, a shiver running down her spine as she changed it. She then returned it back to the original number. It felt wrong to change that. It made Rosetta feel like she was manipulating Ellie in a way, even though she wanted those chances to be 100% and not 95% despite 95 being a pretty good chance.

Rosetta then tried something else, proceeding to change what probability she wanted to manipulate.

"Koi Fish Swimming In a Pool Of Water Above You Appear

Chances: 100%"

And just like that there was a blob of water in the air. Two large koi fish swam calmly through it. Rosetta couldn't believe it.

She then made all the numbers and letters disappear and reappear. It was a little hard at first but after a few tries she got a handle over them. It seemed they would work when they weren't in front of her eyes, but she must not have noticed her abilities for so long because she didn't know that and she didn't know how to make them appear and disappear at will.

Rosetta was exhilarated. She really did have powers. She could probably do anything she wanted.

But she wasn't going to use them on people or to change how her relationships with people were. That felt like it was wrong and above all, to change the way people treated her just changed them as a whole she didn't want to change the way people were naturally to be treated how she wanted to be. Rosetta would be better off just finding new people to be around.

She wasn't going to tell her family either. She was definitely going to Danna and Narcissa tomorrow to tell them and she would definitely tell her friends, but she wasn't going to let her family or anyone else know. Not when she had trouble to cause.

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I have a lot of thought and feelings about my second favorite show so here we go.

BENWATERYEWDEWING

That’s it. That’s the feeling.

No but really Ben, I’ve had beef with you since season two and I’m about to have a barbecue right meow. You and I haven’t always gotten along especially when I thought you were gonna be another toxic masculinity white male lead who drops your gf the moment someone new comes along and you did. You surprised me (kinda) pulling away that first time (though it could have been cause Maddie was watching and you three weren’t as chill yet) and there are times when I really root for you like I know you killed that guy to protect your girlfriends and also all the mermaids and hybrids and I aint mad at that but really???? As if you being a siren song junkie wasn’t bad enough now you’re being no better than the military digging up Ryn’s tribe and preforming experiments on yourself?? ARE YOU NUTS? Are there a shortage of chairs in Bristol Cove so you can’t take a damn seat? Now on occasion your toxic “ I need to save women”shit reared it’s ugly head but I get that it was sometimes for the song and I also get that even though you out here puffin yo chest and shit around ted talk over there you’re still not coming up like “I’M HER BF WHAT’S GOOD” and you’re respectfully (albeit painfully) letting her see how she feels and shit but like...fam, say something. Don’t be a pussy and let her wander too far and yes I know I am giving a motivational relationship talk to a fictional character but shut up , I’m invested. We all know (I say all but I mean the people who are actually watching the show and not clips that form the story they want to see) that you love Maddie too and want to be with her while also trying to protect Ryn and save your mommy and that the women in your life are giving you so much stress that you forgot like 20 barber appointments and will probs look like Grizzly Adams next season but fam, speak. I personally don’t think Maddie really likes this guy so fucking man up and say something dude.

Maddie. My sweetheart. My love.THE FUCK SIS? I get you too, don’t nobody wanna date a murderer and end up on Maury like BUT I LOOOOOOOVE HIM but you need to take your beautiful head out your ass and get some sunlight on those amazing cheekbones and understand that Ben did this for you. You have no way of being in his head and yes, thing may not have played out the way he saw them but the fact that he was so terrified of losing you that he let a man die means something. Had the tables been turned you know you would have hesitated too. I cant’ say you’d have let him die but you know girl. You love Ryn and while I need a little reassurance that you do because lately you aren’t acting like 1/2 of the couple that devirginized her and a few episodes ago was all up in bed together, I KNOW you don’t like Ralph or Theodore or Jeffery, I honestly can’t be assed to know his name I’m sorry. You like the idea of him. Anyone with half a brain can see that. You have been under a lot since Ryn came into your life and Jorge seems so normal and uncomplicated and away from it all that you are enjoying hanging with him as it reminds you of the early days with Ben but you know you have no feelings for him and that you are stringing him along which is shitty and I believe that at some point he is gonna find something out and you will be faced with the same choice Ben was and have to let this guy go. He is simple and gives you and only you attention and maybe you forgot what that felt like but that isn’t what you want and you need to quit playing games because frankly, Ben falls apart when you aren’t there to watch his basic ass.

Ryn.....

You’ve done nothing wrong as usual. Love you.

#siren #siren freeform #ben pownall #maddie bishop #Ryn #polymarine #long post

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brbjustdying · 3 years

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Owen/Avery - 14/03/2021

You

15:47 - got a favor to ask

Dancer

15:50 - call me when u want love

He tapped the phone icon, hoping she would pick up the first time. she liked to let him wait.

“Hello Order. It’s been a while, I saw the news, how are you dealing with the loss of your nemesis?”

Of course everyone would know about it…

“Pretty well. It’s about that, the favor.”

“Oh, pretty boy switched sides because of you? Can’t say I’m surprised. He’s your type.”

“It’s absolutely not what happened, stop. Can you handle his file? And I’ll forget about the waterfall incident. No more debt. Just this one favor.”

“Sounds like I’m getting more than I’m giving. Why do you care?”

“Because there’s a lot of good in it for me. It’s always nice when someone switches sides and you get all their knowledge don’t you think?”

“I see. Give me some time for the pictures, and see for any name change, or family names or whatever. Have it by 3 AM, I’ll be done with the pictures by then. But I won’t make any kind of ID or anything, I sold all my equipment a few months ago.”

“No worries, I’ll talk to Demeter about it.”

He heard the woman laugh on the other end of the line.

“They’re out of business, you should know it.”

“Favors don’t disappear when you go out of business, you should know that. I’ll text you the details, bye.”

“Bye Order, don’t get used by Adam, he might be nice but you never know if it’s a ruse.”

He hung up, not wanting to hear more.

He wasn’t stupid, but he also knew he wasn’t important enough to be used in such a scheme.

His ties with the villain world weren’t the strongest, and he had very little influence there. He was mostly known for getting in the way, but always having people owe him for some reason. That’s what he got for being gifted with such a strong power he guessed.

“Are you sure? I don’t mind helping you know.”

“Stop it, I like cooking. Besides, I have something else for you to do.”

“Oh?”

He laid down the paper he’d printed at work.

“This is your current identity. Everything I could find in your public record. Now, I’ve asked a friend to help me change it. It’s something we do pretty often when someone switches sides, to protect them. This friend is going to change every record of you, altering your picture so it’s different but similar. People won’t notice the difference, but if they see the real you they will just think you look similar. It helps a whole lot trust me. If there’s anything you want to change, you can just cross it out and rewrite it. I got some colorful pens somewhere… Dancer hates purple so use it as much as you want.”

“Dancer?”

“My friend. She’s currently doing the pictures.”

Adam grabbed the pen, looking unsure at the idea.

“Is it really necessary?”

“You’ve been declared a criminal by the administration, and with a really high bounty. everyone will be trying to get you as soon as you step a foot outside.”

“Oh.”

Owen internally sighed. This was all new for the guy. Of course it would feel weird.

“What am I supposed to change? What’s the things that matter the most basically.”

Well, that was a quick change of attitude. Weird.

“Usually, place of birth, names of closest family, but also some people in the extended family. They didn’t have a file on your family so don’t worry about it, it’s not public knowledge. Things like height, weight, but just slightly. We can’t do anything about the power obviously, but you’re only supposed to use it when having a mask on so it’s usually not a problem. Most people also change their names and find an alias.”

That was the biggest one. People didn’t like changing their names, but he heard it happened very often in the academy, or even when they started as heroes. since they didn’t have aliases, they tried to have names that meant something relating to their powers or their values. Though it seemed to be marketing more than anything, it worked great and people loved to theorize around destiny and if giving your child a specific name could improve their chances at becoming a great hero one day. The number of articles made about the subject was astounding.

“You think I should change my name?”

He shrugged.

“It’s your choice. It’s very common, but it’s super personal so most people don’t want to do it. It means too much to them. You have a fairly common name, so you might be fine keeping it.”

“No I think I’d like to change it.”

“Okay, need ideas?”

He nodded.

Owen went to his office, giving Panda a scratch on the head on the way, and retrieved three books from the top shelf. They were super dusty.

When he came back, he dropped them on the table, smiling at the puff of dust that rose from them, and the disgusted expression on Adam’s face.

“Looks like the bible. Let’s see. Girls name, alphabetical order. Boy’s name, alphabetical order, Gender neutral names, alphabetical. Gender neutral?”

“Names you can give to a boy or a girl, usually a lot of non binary people like those more than heavily gendered names. It’s been changing in recent years, but it’s still difficult to be accepted if your name is closely tied to a specific gender so people often choose to change it. Have a look while I make dinner.”

He wanted to make something really nice, because he still hadn’t slept in ages, and he needed to have at least that. Then he’d have to get some sleep, because he’d had way too much coffee. Maybe one day he’d even manage to get a schedule for his sleep. Right now it couldn’t be called a schedule, it was all over the place, there was no pattern. And it made work even more intolerable.

As he was slicing a cucumber, Adam spoke again.

“I think I found one I like.”

“Hmm.”

“Avery. I really like it, or Wren. But I’m not sure, what do you think.”

“It’s your choice, you’ll be the one wearing it every day. Avery is closer to Adam so it might be easier to get used to but honestly I’m not sure.”

Chosen from the gender neutral book. Interesting.

“You think it needs to be close to the previous name?”

“Not really. I almost changed mine to Clarence so…”

“You did? Why? And why not really. If you don’t mind telling me.”

“Don’t worry. I really wanted to be called chaos, and the convention is to choose an alias with the same first letter as your name. It was really stupid though.”

“Chaos would fit you. What made you decide against it?”

“Uuuuh…”

“It’s fine.”

The truth was… A little shameful.

His mom found out about it, and told him that she’s almost named him Clyde, after the famous Bonnie and Clyde story. She also said Chaos was super corny, and didn’t suit him at all. “You’re an orderly boy Owen, and you should know yourself better. What you want is justice and peace, not chaos and destruction.”

“It’s because of my mom. God I still can’t believe you met her! I texted her and she only answered with an emoji, and now she won’t answer my calls.”

“She was really nice, don’t worry she didn’t tell anything weird about you or whatever.”

He grumbled and turned back to his cucumber. The betrayal of it all! No one was supposed to know where he lived or anything. But he’d rather have Adam know about where he lived than where his mom lived. Not that it really mattered now.

“Anything else you changed on the paperwork?”

“Made hero me a little taller, not sure how believable it is but I’m pretty small so… Also changed the date of birth by two days, and the place of birth to a city with a really similar name i found online. Do you think it’s enough?”

“Sure. Do you have allergies?”

“Not that I know of, why?”

“Just to be sure I don’t accidentally kill you, it would suck.”

Adam snickered.

“So, settled on a name?”

“I think I’m going to go with Avery. I really like the sound of it.”

Owen wished they had more time to think about this, he really did. It was a big thing, hopefully he wouldn’t change his mind in a few days or weeks.

“Alright, take pictures of the picture and send them to me, I’ll transfer them to Di- Dancer.”

Almost spilled the real name of one of his friends, great. He was getting a little too comfortable around the ex-hero.

His phone chimed, and he knew it was already done. He dressed the plate and put them on the table, Avery having moved the books out of the way to the coffee table.

“Can you take them back to my office? Last door, I think it’s open. Panda is probably sitting on the chair but you can move him if you want.”

“Are you sure? I don’t want to intrude.”

“I mean you’re probably going to stay here for a while so might as well get used to the place. Go, or I’ll eat your food!”

He dashed to the office, talking to Panda once he was there, and Owen smilled.

I really need to sleep. I can’t just be his friend so easily. God what even is happening.

Dinner went really well. They talked about a whole bunch of different things, but Owen couldn’t help but notice that Avery always avoided the subject of his family. He loved to tease Owen about his mom, but didn’t offer any information about his potential family. It could be from a desire to protect them, but seeing as the administration didn’t have any file on them, and they’d never been quoted in interviews, not even mentioned as refusing to comment for articles, he had another idea.

“Why did you call yourself order then?”

Owen looked up from his phone, trying to forget the text from Dancer that said “got the papers. fuck u for the purple, also avery is a really nice name for a really cute boy, give him my number”

“What?”

“Why order, why not something else, like… Offense? Omen? Omelet?”

“Oh I’d be a terrifying villain if I was named omelet, for sure. Told you, my mom.”

Panda walked into the room like he owned it, which he pretty much did, distracting Avery from the discussion.

The boy crouched down, smiling brightly when the cat purred and asked for more pets, meowing softly from time to time.

Damn friendly cat, already forgot me and everything I do for him.

“Well, looks like you just found your first kid. Good luck being a parent, he’s a brat.”

“How dare you! Panda has been nothing but an adorable gentleman since I met him.”

“Hmm, wait for the day where you need to take him to the vet because he knocked down an entire shelf and looks like he broke his bones but really he’s just being dramatic and messing with you.”

“Not cool Panda, not cool.”

Panda only looked smug, as usual, probably not seeing the problem in doing anything for attention.

Owen flopped on the couch, wanting nothing more than for his brain to just shut off, sleep for about a week, and not have a single thought. That never happened of course, but maybe today would be the day.

“So, what’s your villain name going to be?”

“You think I need one?”

“Unless you plan to sit on your ass while I use all the info you gave me do to something, yeah you need one.”

“True.”

He took Panda in his arms, and came to sit next to Owen.

Too close.

“Got any ideas? I don’t know how I can choose something like that… At the academy we could put suggestions, but I didn’t think they’d call me that.”

“Adam’s not your original name?”

“Nah. Don’t remember what it was though. I’ve been there for a long time.”

Weird.

“Okay. Strange.”

“They have this dude that can replace memories. He usually only uses his powers to change minimal memories from students, the name is one of them. He hates doing it, but if he’s not on the side of the administration I guess they’d hunt him down because it’s such a dangerous power.”

Huh.

“Probably yeah. Are you curious to know what the name before Adam was?”

“Kind of? I guess yeah. It might be able to tell me something about myself. Don’t know how I’d ever get that information.”

“Good thing that’s what I do then! Hang on, I’ll get my laptop so we can find you a cool villain name.”

He let Avery cuddle Panda to death, and quickly sent another text to Dancer, asking her to dig up anything she could about that.

Dancer

20:44 - this is really big Order, real big

20:45 - fuck imagine what they can do about it

20:46 - I’m getting Neon on it with me

He wouldn’t mention it to Avery unless they came up with something interesting. He didn’t need more things to worry about. He’d already offered to cover half of the rent despite staying only a day, and a bunch of unnecessary things. Where did he get his awesome morals?

“So! Most people have an idea because you don’t just decide to become a villain like that. But sometimes it happens, in that case you go online, and look up lists of words until you find one you resonate with. Here, have a loot. You can choose any letter, but I really recommend something that starts with an a.”

“Alright, let’s see.”

Panda moved to Owen, disappointed that he wasn’t the center of attention anymore. Sadly it wouldn’t be much better from his owner, who fell asleep without even knowing, only to wake up a few hours later, gently being shaken by his new friend.

“Hey Owen. It’s really late, I think you should go to sleep in your bed.”

He grumbled his answer, not sure himself what he intended to say. For once he’d actually fallen asleep, curse him for waking him up. He was comfortable too, something warm next to him.

He abruptly stood up when he realized that he’d been sleeping laying on Ad-Avery. Oh no. Oh my god no what an idiot.

The guy smiled softly, and then grabbed his hand to lead him to his room, thinking his foggy mind probably prevented him from finding his way.

Panda only moved a little, not wanting to leave the warm blanket that had ended up on both of them at some point.

When the warm hand that was holding his let go, pushing him gently towards his bed, he knew he wouldn’t be able to sleep any more that night.

Owen was waiting for his coffee to brew, in a bigger french press than the previous day. He’d done his bets to be silent, but Avery still heard him.

He looked like death. Weird, considering he’d been sleeping so well the previous evening. Did he not go back to sleep after he went to his room? He didn’t make any noise, so Avery assumed he’d fallen asleep again. Did he have insomnia problems? Maybe he shouldn’t have woken him up…

He shook his head and closed the bathroom door, intending to take a short shower and then plan his next move.

It had been a weird few days.

When he stumbled here the other night, broken and lost, he didn’t expect Order to help him. Of all people, he probably should hate him the most, they had fought so much and he always got in his way.

But instead he was faced with an almost stranger. someone kind, calm, thoughtful and resourceful. Who had a pretty good fashion sense too!

He glanced at the simple cream shirt and grey sweatpants and underwear the other hand lent him, refusing his protests. He’d been so nice, Avery felt bad. What had he done that was so great to deserve such kindness? Because it seemed like his whole life had only been a lie.

Trained by the academy since he was a kid, through summer camps, special classes, coaches, everything, he’d grown up to become a powerful hero, with a lot of potential, or so everyone said. But it never really felt right. Then he moved on to the actual academy, taking as many classes as he could, always doing his best. It was a good education, and he needed as much of it as possible if he wanted to be a good hero, who did the right thing.

His dedication and drive started to become annoying traits of his, rather than what teachers and coaches praised. Hewanted to know too much, he realized now. It wasn’t like he ever suspected there was something so bad hiding behind.

And now, they had destroyed everything in just one night. Everyone thought he was an insane person who just wanted to believe in the conspiracy, and bring people down. The public opinion had swayed very easily, a couple false articles being enough to change people’s mind.

He couldn’t even be angry at them, he’d fallen for it too, when he’d seen other heroes switch sides and read about their reasons in the pres. he never questioned it. The press had always been fairly nice to him, he didn’t have many enemies in the journalists.

It was probably because the administration controlled them too.

He wiped his tears and rinsed his hair one last time, before turning off the water.

He had to at least pretend it was fine. Owen was nice enough to let him stay around even if he had no reason to, and he couldn’t be any kind of a burden. He was glad Panda was around, he was great at comfort. Even if he did bite his fingers a couple times. He wouldn’t tell that to Owen, it would make him right.

He got dressed and messed with his hair for a while, before giving up. It was a mess like it always was no point in trying now. Sometimes he really hated whoever gave him genes for such fluffy hair. It was impossible to handle. One of his friend had theorized it was because he was of east asian descent, and that he had to try different ways of taking care of it to find what was the best. But he hadn’t, because it felt too much like something his actual parent should have taught him, not something to look up online. and that made him really sad, for some reason.

“Whatever, let’s find Panda and get a hug,” he whispered to himself.

He had hoped the cat would be on the couch, here he’d last seen him, licking his butt after having his breakfast, but he wasn’t there anymore.

Owen was sitting at the kitchen island, writing furiously on his laptop, and barely sparred him a glance.

For some reason, Avery suddenly felt really heavy, an intense sadness filling him, and he wondered when this would end. It was probably just a bad time, things would get better after a while, but he could sense that something else was about to fall on him and destroy everything again, and he didn’t look forward to that.

Why does it never stop?

“Hey.”

Owen was standing in front of him, concern on his face, definitely awake despite his lack of sleep.

Avery didn’t say anything. He knew if he tried, he would start crying again, and he couldn’t have that. Not now. Not in front of him. It wasn’t -

Owen slowly wrapped his arms around him, giving him plenty of time to move or push him away. But he didn’t. It felt nice. He hugged him back, enjoying the warmth of his friend. He’d always been taller, something Avery hated when they had to fight a little too close, but right now it was really nice. He was whispering reassurances to him, telling him it would be alright, they’d find solutions and it wouldn’t always suck this much.

It felt really nice, and he hoped it would last forever. For once, his thoughts had stopped racing.

He had barely slept, and kept turning and tossing in his bed, wondering if he had fallen asleep so easily because he was so tired, or if it was because of the person next to him.

He already knew the answer, but didn’t want to think about it, much less go ask the other for a hug so he could sleep again.

God he really needed to talk to a new doctor about this. One who wouldn’t ask too many questions about what could possibly be stressing him out, or preventing him from going to bed at reasonable hours.

When a reasonable time came, he got up and made the biggest pot of coffee he could find. He thought he had a bigger pot, but couldn’t remember where it was, and didn’t want to make even more noise than he had. Avery had woken up anyway, so it wasn’t like it mattered. But he didn’t have the mental energy to dedicate to it all. So he just made his coffee, giving his guest some clothes and squashing his complaints. If he didn’t want him to stay around, he was very capable of kicking him out, regular person way or villain way. He’d like to keep his apartment clean and Panda calm though.

The first cup of coffee felt like drinking that water that was supposed to give eternal youth, the name of which he couldn’t remember or bother to look up. The second one was more for pleasure than out of necessity.

He’d gotten a text from his boss, saying the shop had been damaged in a fight last night, and he didn’t need to come in for work for at least two weeks. The administration would cover the wages of the employees as well as the cost of repairs.

A blessing truly, he just had to fill in a form with his information, as well as a formal declaration that he wasn’t present when the incident happened.

Easy peasy.

But then Avery walked out of the bathroom, eyes still red from crying, and looking really sad. He wasn’t sure what to do, so he didn’t mention it, but from the way his face fell, it was clearly not the right thing to do.

He looked like the weight of the world was on his shoulder. And maybe it was a little bit after all. His whole world had come crashing down just two days ago.

“Hey.”

He tried to keep his voice soft, and not cold as it apparently always was. According to his friends at least.

Avery looked like he needed a hug, so without overthinking it, Owen did just that. He gave him time to push back of course, he didn’t have to accept, but he did. He even clung to him like he was the last person on earth, relaxing visibly, and even smiling a little against his neck.

Oh this was bad, really bad. Owen would never be able to squash his feelings now, they’d refuse to go away, reminding him of this moment.

They stayed like this for a long time, Owen doing his best to make Avery feel better, giving him empty promises of making things better and finding solutions. It seemed to work, because he stopped breathing so fast and being so tense.

It was going well until Panda decided he wanted some of that attention for himself too, and literally jumped from the counter onto Avery’s shoulder, making him gasp in surprise.

“Is that…?”

“Yep. That’s Panda, jealous that he’s no longer the center of attention, despite being the king of this house. Come on Panda, that’s just rude now. Do you even have an ounce of manners in that fluffy body of yours?”

The cat meowed, making Avery laugh.

“I don’t think Panda has a lot of respect for you.”

He shifted a little, but didn’t seem ready to let go yet, so Owen just rubbed little circles on his back, considering his answer carefully.

“Panda don’t take it personally okay? You’re right, he has no manners. Honestly he’s super friendly, but also really bratty ? I don’t know where he got that. I tried to educate him but…”

“Aw, be nice to him. He’s sweet. He let me pet him so much! I really like him. I always wanted to have a pet but couldn’t. It’s so nice.”

He finally let go, quickly wiping his eyes, and then grabbing Panda from his shoulder, and carrying him like a baby instead.

“I’m going to be off of work for at least two weeks, so I will be around to see how much of a betrayal Panda is, and just how much cuddling he can accept from other people.”

“He doesn’t accept it from you?”

“Oh he does, but I think he found a new favorite person.”

Avery blushed, and OWen couldn’t help but notice just how cute that was.

Before they got the chance to say anything else, the landline started ringing.

The only person who called on this line was his mom. So she was done with ignoring him.

“Ah, the traitor finally stops ignoring me!”

“The traitor?”

He grabbed the phone, ready to give his mom a piece of his mind.

“Hi baby! Am I bothering you? I saw the place where you work got blown up, it was night and no hospital texted me, so I guess you’re doing fine.”

“Hi mom, or should I call you traitor?”

“Oh Owen that’s a bit strong, makes me reconsider my offer too, such an ungrateful son!”

Her voice contained no heat, only amusement. Clearly she didn’t care what he thought. He only raised an eyebrow, waiting for her to elaborate.

“You’re going to be off work right? I’m going to your uncle’s house, if you want to come with me and take some holidays!”

Oh. So that was what it was about.

“Can I bring someone?”

On the other end of the line, he heard his mother choke on her drink, cough it out for a solid minute before talking again. It made him smile. He was full of surprises.

“Yes, of course. do I know that person?”

“Yeah, it’s what I’ve been trying to call you about for two days now.”

“Oh, that nice boy I met once. Really sweet and polite, Adam I think? The press isn't kind to him lately.”

“His name is Avery now. I’ll take the ferry as usual. Get ready for Panda, he misses you.”

“Wonderful, I look forward to seeing you boys. Oh this promises to be interesting, you have to give me details alright? I know I’m your mom, but I wanna know.”

“Nope, definitely not. Bye mom, see you tomorrow, love you.”

She chuckled but said her goodbyes.

Why didn’t I tell her it’s not like that. Oh god she probably thinks we’re dating. Oh no she’s going to make this so awkward. I’m such an idiot.

He stopped his internal panic when he noticed Avery looking at him curiously.

“Wanna spend a week at a beach house?”

I will write them more, just maybe not tomorow (I’ve been procrastinating my homework a whole lot)

#writing #my writing #writing practice #superpowers #hero turned villain

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sweet-little-bird-fanfic · 4 years

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YOUNG K - Pure Desire

Masterlist & Chapters: Check my bio for the masterlist link.

Summary: A young writer that’s struggling with her work until she crosses paths with an intense and fated new type of inspiration; An inspiration called: YOUNG K!

Genre: Fanfic; Romance; SMUT !!! (っ˘ڡ˘ς)

Warnings: Swearing? ;

A/N: Since I haven't updated in so long, I wrote a tinny recap of what happened in the last chapter. ↓

Previously on "Pure Desire": After a long time resisting the temptation of getting lost in each other's desires, Young K and Violet finally gave up their self-control and had their first time together, in a romantic candled light paradise. No more teasing or deprived touch, no more running away. They belonged to each other for that electrifying eternal moment. They were both playing with fire, and it was starting to be hard to tell if those flames were fueled with just attraction or true passion.

Chapter 7 - Hot Shower

Young K

Things had been a little chaotic lately. Since my cold was gone and I was back to work at full power, I barely had any alone time with Violet which was driving me crazy. All I could think about was her! It had been almost two weeks since our first time together and after that nothing really happened. Not because we didn’t want to, but because there was always someone home, or one of us had to work until late, or wake up early the next day and so on. Basically, life’s responsibilities and routine were getting in the way of our thing and we were living off occasional small hot kisses, hidden late cuddles, secretive glances filled with desire, and sweet texts. If it wasn’t for the texts, I would have even found it hard to talk with her. Honestly god, we were living in the same house! Why were things so difficult? I was guessing my schedule was the main problem, the members of DAY6 and I were working harder than ever and we had so many things to do that we barely had any free time, even at the weekends. But now I think there’s another factor causing this distance, I was just dying to have her in my arms again. I missed her.

But there I was, sitting on the couch in the living room because in the previous night I had almost invaded her bedroom and begged her to fuck me. The members were used to me sleeping on couches, they knew I found it more comfortable, so no one would really suspect that something was going on. The truth was that being on the same floor as she, was dangerous and because of the lack of Violet in my system, I was damn sure I would make her loud enough for the whole neighbourhood to know with all certainty she was mine, along with everyone else in the house. So, to avoid all the drama of getting caught, I took refuge downstairs.

It was 06:45 am and there was no way I would be able to go back to sleep, there was no point anyway. We had to leave the house by 8’oclock. Therefore, I slowly got up from the couch and walked upstairs to get some clothes from my shared room. When I walked in, I was surprised with the most adorable sleepy morning scene: as Jae and Sungjin were sleeping in their own bed, Dowoon and Wonpil were sharing the same one. Even though there were enough beds for all of us, they were fondly cuddling up against each other. The sound of the door closing behind me, made Dowoon tighten his arms around his precious Hyung making it almost seem like they were meant to fit together. I grabbed some clothes quietly and came closer to them, so I could take a picture to use it against them later on, I cursed at the sound of my phone’s camera but fortunately, the two cutie otters didn’t even move.

- What are you doing? – Sungjin deep sleepy voice startled me and I almost dropped my phone on their faces.

- Hey, sorry. Did I wake you up? – I asked whispering as Sungjin looked at the bed next to his and chuckled when he saw the sweet cuddle scene – Go back to sleep, you still have a few more minutes left.

- How are you awake… – he said between a yawn – You love to sleep… – he managed to pronounce before hugging his pillow and falling back asleep.

I left my bandmates to sleep and walked to the bathroom, I noticed Violet’s door was slightly open and an electric desire run through my body. Before I knew it, I was already heading towards her door, but I’m stopped by the quiet sound of her voice coming from the stairs behind me.

- Why did you wake me up meowing for food and then you barely ate, Clawsome? – She said as her voice got closer behind me and I was frozen at her door – Oh… hey. – she said in a sweet tone as she reached the first floor.

When I turned around to face her my heart almost exploded and jumped out of my chest. Her curls were a mess and so voluminous that I was jealous of her pillow for creating that instead of me, she was holding her cat against her chest and her cheeks were melted in a progressive darkened red shade as her eyes bounced from her door behind me and my eyes. When her deep teasing eyes travelled down to my lips, my Adam’s apple bobbed involuntarily in a thirsty response for the expectant taste of her own. She leaned down and let her puffy black cat go, I leaned against the door jamb as she walked towards me and rested her hands on my chest. She kissed me softly and bit my lip, unconsciously provoking my morning wood to a new extent. Just as the clothes I was holding fell on the floor I grabbed her hips and pushed her back, so she couldn’t feel it. I thanked Clawsome for purring loud as she rubbed her cute snout against my leg and drove our attention to her, then, I used her as an excuse for my actions.

- Sorry, that was unexpected. Clawsome startled me for a second. – I said as I picked my clothes from the floor and patted my cute feline saviour on her head.

- It’s okay. – she said biting her lip into a smile – Morning.

- Morning, gorgeous. – I said leaning only my head to kiss her – I’m going to take a shower.

Violet nodded and waved at me smiling amused as I closed the bathroom door. I switched on the hot water and sighed as I took off my clothes. I think the mission of hiding my morning troubled friend wasn’t a big success since Violet seemed so entertained as she watched me flee to the shower. She could have a lot more fun if she joined me. “I should’ve suggested that”, I thought to myself as I got under the relaxing water and tried to calm myself down. I placed my forehead against the freezing tiles and led my hand desperately towards my erection. What the hell was wrong with me? Before, I kept pushing her around and teasing her so what was stopping me from doing it now? This girl was driving me insane, I really needed her. So, it was not only stupid but confusing that I actually run from her and ruined such a good opportunity to feel how good we are together. My breath started to become heavier than my heartbeat was as I stroked my dick up and down, wishing to relieve the pumping lust and despair locked at the end of my loins.

Suddenly, when I was close to free the imprisoned pleasure within, my body shifted when I felt a pair of tinny cold hands slid up my torso as I felt nipples rub against my back and boobs squeezed against my back.

- Violet… - I groaned.

She hugged me tightly from behind. I held my breath with the thrilling feeling her hand sent down my skin as she gradually let her hands travel towards my twitching member. Fighting against my own will, I grabbed her wrists up and pushed her against the cold wet tiles of the shower with a bit too much force. When I met her eyes, I became even more aroused, they were filled with a deep need and a burning desire. She missed me too. I sighed and rested my forehead against hers, letting her hands run through my wet hair. She could be doing something lewd, but her blushed cheeks didn’t lie, she was nervous and embarrassed. Yet, she built enough courage to meet me in the shower.

Violet looked amazingly beautiful under the running hot water and I was even jealous of the drops that caressed her smooth skin. I couldn’t take it any longer, I had been far too long away from her. All that time, I thought that I was the one pushing her boundaries and teasing her, but she was the brave one and who made me go crazy as I, without noticing, grew fonder of her.

I held her face in my hands and kissed her roughly and as deep as possible, satiating my hunger. My hand slid down on her body to squeeze her ass and made her moan into my mouth as my dick slid between her legs, making her jolt and part away from my lips.

- Wait, we don’t have time to go all the way. – she said trying to convince herself.

- It’s okay, princess. – I said kissing her tenderly – This is good enough. Should we take a shower? Since we’re here. – I asked moving my head, so the water fell directly to her face.

- But … – she tried to say as she rubbed the water from her eyes – We have enough time to take care of you. – she suggested in a whisper as she avoided my eyes.

My heart started to beat really fast as I stared at her, I didn’t even know what to think or how to decipher what she meant by those words exactly but luckily enough the lust burning inside me guided the way. I grabbed her chin up and made her face me before kissing her insecure lips, feeling her squeeze her legs tightly together as her reaction made me smirk between our kiss. I placed my hands against the wall cornering her as I explored her neck and bit her ear lobe.

- Then hurry up and take care of me, princess… - I groaned into her ear and felt her shiver under my touch.

Violet teased my chest with her soft touch as she drew circles with her finger on my skin, whereas I stood petrified with the sensations she created within me, I was mesmerized and drowning in the feeling that burst from my heart that made me vulnerable and marked me as hers. Her hands went lower provoking my dick to flinch as it hardened more with the expectation of her direct touch. Violet’s hand travelled down to my length and I leaned against her shoulders as I supported myself with my hands on the slippery tiles behind her, I remembered very well when she jerked me off in her bedroom. It wasn’t as good as having real sex with her, but I couldn’t ask for more than her talented hands on my thick member at that moment. And after having those thoughts, I suddenly lost all my logic and sense when I felt her lips kissing down my belly as she got down on her knees. I grabbed her by her hair and made her look up which was a huge mistake, since seeing her grab my dick with her hand and suck my balls as her eyes locked with mine made me even more excited, making the frenetic sensation of finally being touched double in its intensity.

- Fuck. – I chocked instead of telling her she didn’t need to do it as I grabbed her hair and tried to unsurely stop her.

- We’ll do that later. – Violet said teasingly in a shy smile, I saw her thinking carefully about her words as she tried to decipher my expression – I miss you so much that I’m okay with just touching you. Believe me.

I sighed and smirked in agreement with my chest filled with a fluttered wonderful feeling. I eased my grip on her hair and started playing with it. Violet licked her tender lips and then proceeded to direct her full attention to my boner. She generously played with her tongue on my tip making me tremble, she sucked on the head making my legs nearly give out.

She started taking my full length in her mouth slowly making me curse to heavens as I tried my hardest to keep my groans low, her mouth sucked me up and down sending shivers all over my body. I couldn’t even keep my eyes open as the vibrant tension within my sex was too much for me to take, I knew I wouldn’t last long so I gave up on suppressing my desires and let her sink me in pleasure as my head fell back under the running hot water. The obscene sounds her mouth made muffled under the heavy shower, but they were still loud enough to drive me insane with her erotic symphony as her head bobbed on my dick. Violet sucked me hard and deep before replacing her hot mouth with the tight grip of one of her hands so she could catch up her breath, but the wet snapping noise of her tongue leaving my cock was too lewdly stimulating and without noticing I grabbed her head firmly and shoved my whole length deep down her throat to watch her gag with the sudden invasion. I groaned so low my voice merely disappeared into a whispered cracking moan. Her eyes were vigorously shut, her cheeks were extremely red and probably not just because of the burning steam that was surrounding us. As the frenetic ecstasy teased my body and it run down to my huge member, I felt the pressure building up and threatening to explode.

- Oh fuck… - I groaned in a low whisper as the overwhelming load of pleasure rushing through my body tormented me at the edge of releasing – That’s enou…

Violet didn’t even bother to look at me, she grabbed my hip with one hand and stroke me with the other as she kept sucking, creating that hot white colour behind my eyelids, and so, I let her take me to wherever she wanted. With an electrifying shiver and with all the blood rush heading at full force towards the end of my loins, Violet kept sucking me hard as I desperately pulled her hair back barely holding myself from thrusting into her mouth again, I felt my shaft twitch inside her mouth and uncontrollably released all the load and desire deep inside her throat making her choke deeply and let out surprised lewd moans muffled with the cum inside her mouth.

Still struck from the massive orgasm and trembling from her heated touch, in alarm I leaned down and held her chin up. “Oh, I’m fucked.” I thought to myself watching her puffy red lips expand in a wide smile and just with that my heart begged for mercy.

I watched Violet closely while I was trying to control my heavy breathing. The way she tasted her lips with her curious tongue made my heart violently skip and that’s when it hit me. I kneeled to look her in the eyes with the sudden realization and brushed my thumb on her lower lip. “Did she swallow…”

- Did you…? – I tried to ask but her proud flustered eyes made me nervously laugh and bury my face on her shoulder to kiss her neck, an action that’s starting to be a habit, dangerous.

- It’s not like you gave me much choice, anyway. You were grabbing my hair so roughly. – Violet said with her voice slurred slightly – You’re delicious. – she giggled into my ear.

I grabbed her by her ass and lift her up against the shower wall abruptly, she arched her back as the cold invaded her skin and moaned with the sudden pressure of my body against hers. I kissed her passionately trying to wash my own taste off her mouth, so I could taste her captivating sweet unique flavour.

- God, I love… – I said interrupting our kiss as I looked into her eyes and gasped at what I almost said – Your lips. – I pecked her, again, again and again trying to cover up for my words – Those damn lips.

I put her down and hugged her naked body tightly against mine, not being sure if the accelerated heart I was feeling was mine or hers. I stepped back and kissed her forehead before reaching for the shower gel and when I was about to wash her body she shoved my hand against her head.

- No way! That’s too embarrassing. My hands work just fine, I can wash myself. – Violet said as her face turned into a tomato.

- I know your hands work damn fine, don’t worry. – I said trying to approach her once again.

- Just the hair then. No touching any other parts. – she replied scream whispering, making me look down to her lower body knowing fully well what she was trying to hide between her squeezed legs.

Showering wasn’t an easy task, especially because we had to hurry up so we wouldn’t get caught. “Washing” wasn’t the right term, but “foam fight” was the most accurate expression to describe our shower. We finally stepped out of the shower and as we dried our skin a loud voice outside the bathroom door surprised us and made our hearts stopped.

- Hyung! – Dowoon said in a nervous explosive voice from outside.

- Yes, Dowoon? – I said as I covered Violet’s body with her towel and reached for my phone to check the time, it was still 07:10 am so I sighted relived – Do you need to use the bathroom, Dowoon? I’m almost done.

- Oh… oh… hmm no! No! I’ll use the other toilet downstairs Hyung. I was just… just checking if this one was free.

When I looked back, Violet was already half-dressed and ready to flee at any moment, she shoved her towels in the basket, so it would be easier to sprint out of the bathroom. I watched her closely as she dressed the rest of her clothes, couldn’t help but bite my lips and laugh while her body struggled to get inside her hoodie. Our eyes met and Violet punched my biceps for mocking her. I wrapped a towel around my hips to avoid her fake anger moves and opened the door slightly to check if there was anyone outside. I winked at her and she stole a small kiss from my lips before rushing downstairs.

After getting dressed and finishing my skincare routine, I walked out of the bathroom and went to our shared room to see Sungjin lying on his sides posing with one of the weirdest facial expressions I have ever seen him do.

- Bro, you’re screaming “Paint me like one of your French girls”. – Jae said as he took some pictures of the incredible moment.

- Damn, you look so beautiful today. – Young K teased the leader with actual honest words.

- Oh, you’re out! My turn! – Jae and Sungjin said at the same time rushing to the toilet as they left me in the empty room.

I grabbed my things and walked downstairs, Violet was sitting on the sofa looking at some papers Kim Joon (little bro) gave her, probably some English homework, they both greeted me good morning before I headed for the kitchen. Pretending I hadn’t seen her today, yet, that was rather harder than I thought it was going to be, I could feel my grin forming and my heart threating to jump from my chest as I sat down to eat breakfast.

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A/N: Hope you enjoyed the reading, Sweet Little Bird.

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