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frodo-with-glasses · 1 year
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More Reading Thoughts: The Scouring of the Shire
YOOOOOO HECK YEAH LET’S GOOOOOOOOO
(Okay so I downloaded Phil Dragash’s reading of this and listened to it on the longest plane flight of my trip and may or may not have made a total fool of myself grinning at it throughout LOLOL)
(But I didn’t have time to write my reactions to it until now so here we go)
“On the further side of the river they could see that some new houses had been built…all very gloomy and un-Shirelike” Uh-oh.
BAHAHAHA the way Sam immediately goes OFF
“SCREW YOU AND YOUR STUPID SIGN TOO”
I love Merry trying to be a diplomat
Frodo like “oh goodness gracious, now what trouble has that Lotho gotten up to with MY house”
(Also that little bit of stealth sass like “well I’m GLAD he’s not calling himself a Baggins anymore, I can pretend I’m not associated with him”)
Merry be like “Fine, if you won’t open this gate, I’LL OPEN IT FOR MYSELF”
YO WHAAAAAT?? BILL FERNY?????
I mean I can’t say that I’m happy to see him but also it’s kinda fun to be this surprised. I’d forgotten all about him being here!
Haha the way he immediately runs away from Merry once he’s challenged tho
“Neat work, Bill!” HAHAHAHA
EAT PONY HOOF, LOSER
GOOD JOB BILL (the pony)
I love the fact that 50% of the hobbits’ intimidation factor comes from the fact that Merry and Pippin are so BigTM (and the other 50% is Swords)
Pippin listening to all this talking like “heck, I’m tired and wet and I don’t have time for this, just let me sleep in a shack if you want” is such a mood
Also Pippin tearing down the rule lists LOL
Sam has had it up to HERE with this nonsense
Me, at all the burning going on: “Uh-oh.”
“Looking both important and rather scared” Heehee X-D
“‘What’s all this?’ said Frodo, feeling inclined to laugh.” Me too, Frodo!
“Calling your Chief Names, Wishing to punch his Pimply Face, and Thinking you Shirriffs look a lot of Tom-fools.” OKAY SAM GO OFF LOLOL
OKAY SO at this point in the audiobook Mr. Dragash had the most BRILLIANT reading for this line:
“To the discomfiture of the Shirriffs Frodo and his companions all… [dramatic pause, then raucous laughter erupts in the background] …roared with laughter.”
I LOVE IT SO MUCH IT’S SO PERFECT AHAHAHA
He also had a great reading for this part:
The sheriff, shouting after them, insistent but nervous: “But don’t forget! I’ve arrested you!” Frodo, with the softest voice ever: “I won’t. Never. But I may forgive you.”
Sam has a friend! :-D
I mean I’m sorry that this is the way we find it out but he has!! A buddy!!
Now I’m sure “cock-robin” must have had a different meaning in Tolkien’s time…
“If I hear not allowed much oftener, I’m going to get angry.” Same, Sam.
Eeeew the table hasn’t been scrubbed for WEEKS?? I can only imagine it looking like the underside of a restaurant table, months-old crusty chewing gum stuck on it and all. Blergh 🤮
LOLOL “They would have started earlier, only the delay so plainly annoyed the sheriff-leader”
Our four hobbits have come back from their adventure so delightfully full of SassTM
My word, if I keep pointing out every funny thing that happens here I’ll be writing down the whole chapter. Look at the hobbits hustling the sheriffs who were supposed to be “arresting” them!
NOW WHO’S ARRESTED WHO INDEED 🤣🤣
For someone who’s supposed to be arrested, it sure looks like Merry is the one who’s in charge :-3
And all the sheriffs like “WE GIVE UP” and the hobbits like “okay :-D”
ROBIN WAS ONE OF THE SHERIFFS THAT THEY WERE MESSING WITH OH NO 🤣🤣
“We shall break a good many things yet, and not ask you to answer. Good luck to you!” OKAY PIPPIN GO OFF
(......This is getting very long so I’m gonna put the rest under a read-more)
Nooooo look what they’ve done to Hobbiton D-8
This whole conversation is so tense. I find myself wanting to cheer on the hobbits’ comebacks, but the ruffian here always gets the upper hand in the next line…
DON’T SNAP YOUR FINGERS IN FRODO’S FACE!! Heckin’ RUDE! Only the Sackville-Bagginses have ever done that, and that’s BEFORE Frodo saved the world! D-:<
HECK YES, PIPPIN!! TELL ‘EM!!
“Down on your knees in the road and ask pardon, or I will set this troll’s bane in you!” >8-D Friendly reminder that Pippin stabbed a troll in the gut to sAVE BEREGOND— *is slapped*
The fact that Pippin, Merry and Sam immediately jump to Frodo’s defense, but Frodo does not. That says so much about their friendship, and about Frodo, and how they all see themselves and their roles in this story…and it’s so sad that Frodo hangs back, not even willing to defend himself…
But also how bad*ss is that, letting your three armed friends charge to your defense while you just sit there impassively?? It’s like the “cool guys don’t look at explosions” trope.
Pippin has exactly the childish drive for revenge that you’d think he would, but Frodo sees the reality of the situation and knows Lotho has been played as a puppet and is now a prisoner to his own schemes. Good stuff.
Frodo: “Violence isn’t the answer.” Merry: “You’re right. It’s the question, and the answer is yes.”
MERRY’S SPEECH HERE YESSSS
(The way the music swelled here in Dragash’s audiobook was so good ahahaha)
“Come on! I am going to blow the horn of Rohan, and give them all some music they have never heard before.”
OH.
HECK.
YEEEEAAAHHH!!!!!!! >8-D
(And this was the part of the audiobook where I grinned like an idiot and clapped my hands and bounced a little in my seat and probably confused the guy in the seat next to me LOLOL)
Sam HIMSELF wants to turn back for the horn call!! And so does Bill! Aaaaahhh!!
AWAKE! AWAKE! FEAR, FIRE, FOES! AWAKE!!
This was so well foreshadowed by the Ringwraiths in Buckland at the beginning of the book I cannot bELIEVE—!!
TOLKIEN YOU GENIUS
(Writer Brain is just buzzing with this right now, sorry, LOL)
“And your face is no worse than it was, Sam.” Is Farmer Cotton calling Sam ugly?? 🤣🤣 He’s roasting his future son-in-law LOLOL I love him already
Even Farmer Cotton ships Sam and Rosie ROFL
Rosie just asked why you left Mister Frodo! What do you do??
>Tell her you love her
>Run away
Sam ran away! (What a mood)
I love that they built the fire just for fun and because it’s against the rules, LOL! A fire is exactly the thing that would cheer me up too!!
I assume Robin was one of the sheriffs that took off his feather and joined in the revolt :-D
Merry like, “See, Frodo?? Violence!!”
“Good for the Tooks!” HECK YEAH
“I’ll bring you an army of Tooks in the morning!” HECK YEAH!!
It’s so sweet of Frodo to be like “I still don’t want anyone to die” but also still turning the logistics over to Merry’ cause he’s The Plan Guy
What have I said all along?? Merry is the Smart One :-D
FARMER COTTON JUST SITTING BY THE FIRE
WAITING FOR THEM TO COME
Okay Sam’s father-in-law is heckin’ BAD*SS I LOVE HIM
This is literally “put down your weapons, I’ve got a sniper with a bead on you”
“He aimed a savage blow at Merry who stood in his way. He fell dead with four arrows in him.” YOOOOOOOOO!!
I like to think Merry didn’t even flinch. Just like…watched him keel over dead. HECK.
I love how bad*ss all the hobbits get to be in this chapter ahahaha
Aaaaand all the others give up. Nice >:-D
Aww, Farmer Cotton and the Gaffer are friends! And Cotton would have housed the Gaffer himself if he could have!! I love how sweet they all are to each other ^-^
HA! Okay, Lobelia, that’s pretty cool, I admit. Maybe you’re all right after all. ;-P
The Gaffer just telling Frodo off for leaving 🤣🤣 And Frodo politely apologizing!! Because even though the Gaffer’s problems are small in comparison to everything else happening in the world, they’re still important! I’m love
AAAAAHHHHH FRODO GASSING UP SAM IN FRONT OF HIS DAD AND ROSIE AND EVERYBODY 8-D 8-D 8-D
This is so stinkin’ cute. Lookit my silver-tongued Baggins using his Words of Affirmation again! It’s the least he can do to repay Sam for all he’s done, but I think it’s the thing that means the most to Sam.
Frodo: “Indeed, if you will believe it, he’s now one of the most famous people in all the lands, and they are making songs about his deeds from here to the Sea and beyond the Great River!” Sam: 😳😅☺️ Rosie: 😲😍🥰 The Gaffer: “Sounds fake but okay”
THE TOOKS ARE HEREEEEE
I frickin’ love the “lure them into a trap and surround them with hobbits” tactic. You never think hobbits can be scary until there are A LOT OF THEM VERY SUDDENLY
I also think this is a fun use of the hobbits’ canonical superpower of staying hidden in plain sight.
HECK YEAHHHHH MERRY LET’S GO
Seventy ruffians dead, and only nineteen hobbits on the other. As casualties go, that’s not bad! Sad that any hobbits died at all, of course, but it’s a relatively clean victory.
Also the book gets Very Historical for a moment and I think that’s Very Funny
Heck yeah Cottons!
HECK YEAH MERRY AND PIPPIN!!
And Frodo does his part by protecting the ruffians who surrendered! The pacifist has a role to play. :-D
Noooo, look what they’ve done to Bag End!! D-8
NOOOOOO THE PARTY TREEEEE 😭😭😭
ME TOO, SAM, UWAAAAAHHH—
(Ted Sandyman accidentally foreshadowing Sam going over the Sea??)
Frodo is very right. If more hobbits are like Ted, the Shire is in real trouble. Worse is the enemy within than the enemy from without. :-/
“Save your breath! I’ve a better.” HAHAHA YES MERRY LET’S GO
Oh but look what they’ve done to Bag Endddd 😭😭😭
“Yes, this is Mordor.” Thanks, I hate it :-C
“If I had known all the mischief he had caused, I should have stuffed my pouch down Saruman’s throat.” Dude Merry sounded so angry in Phil Dragash’s audiobook here. (Also can’t believe that Merry’s bag has become the running joke that it is LOLOL)
>8-O >8-O >8-O SARUMAN!!
Saruman: “Ah, yes, they called me Sharkey in Isengard! A sign of affection, possibly.” Tolkien, in a footnote: “It was not, in fact, a sign of affection.”
I….do not like….how Saruman casts such aspersions on Gandalf. Nor how his accusations almost seem to have some merit at the moment. “When his tools have done their task he drops them.” That is dangerously close to accurate, or at the moment it feels like it is. Gandalf did leave them, even knowing that things were going wrong in the Shire…
But at the same time, it’s not Gandalf’s job to fix everything himself! The hobbits got to participate in the saving of their world, and they got the honor and the renown and the incredible experiences and the personal growth that comes along with it. Same thing here; they get the opportunity to be the heroes and save their own home. It isn’t easy, but it is good, and it has its own rewards.
“Well, if that’s what you find pleasure in, I pity you.” Frodo couldn’t be more right. Anyone who takes pleasure and comfort in the pain and misery of others is a pitiable person.
Frodo still refuses to kill. His home was defiled…his last comfort stolen…and his honor insulted to his face…and he still refuses to kill Saruman. Holy cow that takes some major strength of character. What an absolute chad.
YO WHAT
SARUMAN TRIED TO STAB FRODO
(And Sam leads the charge to avenge Frodo because Of Course He Does)
AND FRODO STILL WILL NOT KILL
THE ABSOLUTELY CHADDERY OF THIS HOBBIT
Talk about heaping coals on your enemy’s head, bruh. Even Saruman has to respect it.
And Frodo extending the olive branch to Wormtongue. Truly the G.O.A.T.
>8-O
EYOOOO??
WORMTONGUE KILLED LOTHO??
AND MAYBE A T E HIM????
Holy COW this got dark 0_o
(Also Dragash made Wormtongue sound absolutely miserable on that “you told me to; you made me do it”)
Aaaand Saruman is dead
And Wormtongue is dead
Something something Saruman’s spirit looking to the West, from which he came, and where he can never return again, and then being blown away to nothingness…
It really is the saddest thing that the end of the war happens at the door of Bag End. Nowhere is safe. The movies have the hobbits return to an unchanged Shire, realizing that they’re the ones who’ve been changed by their experiences, and they’ll never be able to see home the same way again (which is, I think, analogous to the experience of American Vietnam vets)…..but here in the book, the war comes home, marring the very land that our heroes set out to protect, which is what Tolkien experienced at the end of the Great War. They’re different kinds of tragedy, and they both hurt, but I think this one is just an edge more bitter.
…..Anyway, I loved this chapter! It ends with on a downer note, but the rest of it was a lot of fun. X-P
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vampsquerade · 1 year
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Could i request some fuze x reader fluff??
hi anon, of course you can! thank you so much for your request, i hope you like this cause i had fun writing this at work today heehee
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Fuze x GN!Reader: Want To Be Close
Trigger Warnings: mostly fluff, but he does have a bit of an attitude and is really shy
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Such a splendid day it was as the sun was high in the sky, making the world a vibrant place. You had decided to take yourself on a stroll through a protected forest trail, eventually stopping every so often just to appreciate the things you’d see and hear. Birds chirped from the bright green trees above and you could see rabbits occasionally wandering past. You thought you had been alone on the trail, so it felt safe to attempt to get close to the rabbits and feed them foods you had done research on to determine if it was safe for them to eat. You felt at peace doing this, smiling softly each time you were successful.
“Do you think you should really be feeding these rabbits?” an accented voice behind you asked. You gasped loudly, scaring off a rabbit you had just fed as you whipped around to look at who it was. A man with black hair, hazel eyes, and a scar on his upper lip standing at what seemed to be 5’11 was standing right behind you, arms crossed. “U-Um…probably not, but I like helping them get their food for the day! I did a lot of research to see what’s safe for them and sometimes when the weather’s good, I come and feed them.” you say, desperately trying to excuse yourself. “I see. I hope you are not touching them, you never know what they could have.” the man says.
You shake your head, feeling embarrassed for being caught, “I don’t pet them, no matter how much I want to.” you say. “Good. Take care of yourself, I haven’t seen many people off the trail the way you are.” the man says. “I will. Um, thank you for looking out for me I guess.” you say sheepishly. The man nods before turning around and walking back onto the trail. You just stand there and watch as he walks away before turning your attention back to the rabbits. And once the sun has begun to set, you follow the trail back up and head home. The entire way back, you’re stuck thinking about the mysterious man that had come and approached you, the image of his stoic face and crossed arms was firmly ingrained to your memory.
“Who is that man?”
Days would come to pass where you waited for the weather to be perfect again and this time found yourself having a personal picnic in a safe spot you discovered near the hiking trail. The sun peeked perfectly through the leaves of the trees and shone nicely on you as the soft breeze passed by to keep you cool. You had just finished setting up when you heard footsteps coming from behind. Turning around to see who was there, it was the man you had interacted with before. “Going off the trails now too?” he asks. “Are you gonna tell a park ranger I’m here or something?” you ask back, staring at him. “No. Just want you to be careful.” the man says. “Doesn’t feel like I’ll be safe and careful with you following me around the trails like this.” you say.
The man just shrugs, keeping his distance from you to make you feel safer. Surprisingly enough, there isn’t even a single thing about the man that should be making you anxious with him, flustering slightly for even saying that to him. You both just stare at each other in silence before deciding to speak up, “Do you…maybe want to join me?” you ask. The man shrugs again, walking towards you and sitting next to you on the blanket you had set down on the floor. “I can split the sandwich I made in half so we could share if you want.” you suggest. “I am okay with that. Thank you.” the man says. Nodding, you take a sandwich you had in your basket out along with a knife to be able to cut it in half. You then hand one half to him, shyly eating the other one.
The atmosphere does start to feel a bit tense but not in a menacing way, more so in a timid way. “Shuhrat.” the man says bluntly. “Huh?” you question, turning to look at the man. “My name. Call me Shuhrat.” the man says once more. “Oh…my name’s Y/N, since we seem to be getting on a first name basis.” you say. “Y/N…I like it, rolls off the tongue nicely.” Shuhrat says. You fluster again, nodding. “Your name is pretty nice too, I like the harsh H in the middle.” you say. Shuhrat just nods at this, and if it wasn’t obvious before but this man was just a solid stone. “What do you do for work?” you ask. “Not allowed to talk about it, sorry.” Shuhrat says. “I see…well that’s fine, don’t worry.” you reassure, giving him a smile. He nods, continuing to eat his half of the sandwich.
You do the same, enjoying the ambiance around you now to try and ease the mood. “Do you like to spend your time in the sun like this?” Shuhrat asks to break the silence. “Sometimes. I only like it when it’s a good day.” you say. Shuhrat grunts softly in understanding, dusting his hands off when he finishes his sandwich. You finish yours and dig back into the basket, pulling out a little container filled with fruit you liked alongside a bottle of water. Shuhrat seems to hesitate when he takes the bottle, thanking you softly. He opens it and a little bit before putting the cap back on, with you watching him drink from it. “What made you want to talk to me?” you ask suddenly. Shuhrat whips his head to look at you, eyes looking dead as you ask this.
He stared at you for a moment, unsure of how to answer that in the least creepy way possible. “My comrades wanted me to. We had walked past you and saw you feeding the rabbits. Couldn’t look away so they told me to just talk to you.” You simply nod, opening the container of fruits before setting it down on the blanket. Feeling uneasy, Shuhrat now looks away from you and stares out at the forest from the hill you were both seated on. “Kinda cute, I won’t lie.” you say before popping a strawberry into your mouth. “Cute?” Shuhrat asks in disbelief. “Yeah. What, too shy to approach me on your own that you need your buddies to get you to?” you tease, smiling at him. Shuhrat flusters a bit, bringing his knees up to his chest and glaring in front of him when he turns away. “No.”
Your smile simply widens, gently nudging him. “It’s okay to admit it. I don’t judge.” you tease more. “Not like that. At all.” Shuhrat says coldly. “Fine, fine, I’ll take your word for it.” you say, popping another strawberry into your mouth and eating it. Shuhrat goes quiet, eating a strawberry himself now to avoid your questions. Once you finish the fruits, Shuhrat then stands up and dusts himself off silently. You stare up at him as you remain seated, waiting to see what he’ll do next. He turns and extends his hand out as a way to offer to help you up. You gladly take it, feeling how calloused his hands were. He grabs the basket and holds it, moving off the blanket so you could shake the dirt away.
Once you do so in the tense silence, you fold it up and hold onto it for just a moment before Shuhrat takes it from you. “I will hold these for you. Just lead the way back and I will follow.” he says. You nod and start walking back towards the trail, with him following right next to you. “Will I ever see you again after this?” you ask. “Do you want to?” Shuhrat asks in retaliation. “Well I mean, yeah? I haven’t exactly been able to get you off my mind since I first met you.” you say. “Is that so? What’s got a crush on me too?” Shuhrat teases. “Maybe, but I’ll at least be confident about it.” you say. Shuhrat tsks, rolling his eyes at that comment. “You don’t exactly know how to talk to people, do you?” you ask, looking at him. “No. I have my reasons as to why—especially when I talk to someone like you.” he says.
Raising a brow thinking that’s an insult, you cross your arms across your chest. “What’s that supposed to mean?” you ask. “Someone special.” Shuhrat says bluntly. Your heart practically skips a beat when he says this, and it makes you panic slightly. “Special…” you mumble. “Yes. I would…like to get to know you better.” Shuhrat says. “And not in a creepy way?” you ask. “I would hope you do not think it’s creepy,” he says. Nodding silently, the two of you continue walking until you get to your car. “Well then, this is where I will leave you.” Shuhrat says, handing you the basket and blanket. “Thank you…are you going to be able to see me again?” you ask. “I will. Tomorrow?” he asks. You smile softly, leaning forward to kiss his nose, “Tomorrow, same place.” you say.
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naraven · 1 year
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AN: as a cyno main, its my job to write him as soft and fluffy its just a rule i think everyone should know about. also the cover isnt that bad, please trust me, its not THAT bad
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heehee cyno,,,,
Maybe you were staring too hard. You spill some rice onto the table as you nearly miss putting the spoon in your mouth. The tahchin before you smelled amazing, out of this world even, but you just couldn’t focus on eating it when the person who made it was so much more appealing.
Cyno took his headpiece off before tooking, saying it could get in the way. You would have believed him if you didn’t see him fight a group of treasure hoarders about half an hour ago. 
Cyno cleans up the kitchen after he finished making enough food for the both of you, maybe still ignoring your staring. He knows, you’re sure, he’s probably just waiting for an excuse to tell another weird joke he needs to explain. 
When he’s done with cleaning he comes over to eat his own meal. The tahchin is still warm, the crispy rice and sweet chicken enhancing the padisarah fragrance. You eat as well, peeking up to stare at the object of your… obsession.
“Wait. Not yet.”
Just as Cyno is about to put his headpiece back on, you grab his wrist and pull it back onto the table. He blinks before looking up at you. 
“Why? What’s wrong?” It’s not like you could just tell him! It’s not often you see the fluffy texture of his hair, two ruby red eyes wide open instead of being half covered. His cheeks that were cutely rounded and the lighting in the room-
Ok, you could go on. But you were insistent on letting him keep his headpiece for one reason and one reason only. 
His ears. 
Not the ones on the headpiece, his ears on the side of his head that look very human. 
You sit back and eat the tahchin joyfully, just happy you could visibly see his ears. You aren’t being weird, you just. Like how his ears look. And how cute they are. And how biteable they are-
Oh, you NEED to bite his ears. 
You nibble slowly on your tahchin, eyes narrowing as you lean further back to contemplate how you’ll do this. Being too direct wouldn’t work (or maybe it would, it’s not like Cyno would complain) and being too subtle isn’t your style. 
You watch as he pushes his hair behind his ear to take another bit of tahchin. Despite eating earlier than him, Cyno had finished more of his plate than you had. You chew on your meal, thinking more about how you’ll coerce him into letting you bite his ears. 
“Is something wrong, (Y/N)?”
You smile, Cyno’s somewhat troubled eyes gazing at you. You shake your head and take another bite.
“Nothing’s wrong, don’t worry about it” Ah, the rice and chicken combo was so beautiful. As you bite into another chicken, you wonder how Cyno’s ear would feel like against your teeth-
Were you always like this? You’re pretty sure you weren’t usually this… thirsty for Cyno. It didn’t matter much though, did it? He’s so cuuute!
Your thoughts make you giggle, making Cyno grin a little. He wasn’t sure why you were in such a good mood today, but he’ll chalk it up to how he made you food.
“The food was great, Cyno, thanks again. Next time I’ll make something special for the both of us!”
You put the plate away and follow Cyno to your couch. He sits cross legged and you lay your head in his lap. 
“It’s no problem. I’m glad you enjoyed it.”
He massages your scalp, letting you close your eyes. You hum, delighted, and shift to face his stomach. 
After a while, you sit up and scoot towards him. You wrap your arms around his shoulders and lean back, letting him lay down on you.
This is it. You’ve been waiting for this. You lean forward like a snake approaching its prey. Your target is right there, and you-
Nibble down on his cartilage.
Cyno doesn’t react at first. He’s more trying to get used to settling down in your arms. It takes maybe a moment or two before his eyes open and he feels you lick his ear.
A shiver runs down his spine.
“(Y/N)? What are you doing up there?”
You stop and notice how stiff he is. His arms and torso are both tense, like a bowstring that’s being pulled back. His neck is frozen sideways on your stomach.
“Nothing, don’t worry about it too much.” You whisper into his ear.
Cyno feels as though you’re speaking directly into his brain. His finger twitches against the couch and clenches around nothing. He’s sure the heat from his face is noticeable on your torso, and in all honesty he can feel the sweat from the shared body heat that you two have been sharing.
Satisfied, you press your face into Cyno’s hair, feeling the soft, fluffy texture of his hair on your nose and cheeks. He wraps his arms around you again, still feeling flustered from all the… stimulation… you administered…
“Y’know I love you, right Cyno? I love you so much.”
“Of course I know. I love you too.”
“Ehehe, I’m glad. I’ll make my own tahchin tomorrow.”
“I look forward to it.”
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stealstaff · 2 years
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"So, Tina, what would you say has led you to where you are today?"
"That other guy. Whatshisname. Tall. Skinny. He literally just left only a minute ago. Ya don't remember?" Tina looks at the monk interviewing her like they are the idiot here. 
The monk blinks before trying to better explain. "I'm looking for something a bit more metaphorical."
"Oh! Ha, yeah that makes like way more sense! Probably like my big sister or whatever. We've kinda always been inseparable with her lookin' out for me but she thinks it'll be good for me to try and be more worldly. Lady Linoan's here too already! Somebody's gotta keep her company and if Safy's stayin' in Tahra, it looks like it's gotta be me!"
Tina sits in the chair provided for about half a sentence before getting up and poking about the room as she rambles. She flips through the books nearly arranged on the bookshelf and doesn't bother putting them back even remotely close to where they had been. She makes her way behind the interviewer's desk and starts rummaging through the drawers even though they are sitting right there. 
"I think she just wants to keep me from wanderin' off and gettin' myself into trouble again. But I can't help it! There's so much out there to see! I don't wanna stay cooped up forever and she’s the one who ran off in the first place the last time and…"
The monk clears their throat but Tina doesn't notice at first. They do so again and she looks up from her invasion of privacy. "I'm going to have to ask you to please leave my drawers alone."
"Oh, oops! Sorry~" She plops back down cross legged into the chair. "Was that whatcha wanted?"
"Yes. That's good enough I think." The monk writes something down on a piece of parchment before turning back to the prospective student in front of them. "Now, what would you say is your greatest weakness?"
"Bugs," Tina answers without any hesitation. 
"Bugs?" The monk looks up with a raised eyebrow. 
"Yeah. Bugs. I'll do like anything to keep ‘em away from me. Safy’s always gettin’ on my case about bein’ more mature about it but can ya really blame me?  If some meanie thief was puttin’ creepy, nasty bugs on your face you’d do whatever he said to make him stop too!  Then she says if I’da just stayed put like she told me to I wouldn’t have had to but maybe if she’d quit actin’ like I’m a little girl and tell me what was actually goin’ on  I wouldn’t need to go off after her!”
The interviewer blinks a few times trying to process how the young cleric jumped from thought to thought.  “And your strengths?”
"I'm a cleric, heehee! But I don't do that boring stuff like healing or whatever. You don't gotta worry about gettin' hurt if the bad guys don't have weapons anymore right?" Tina gives a wink. "We got all sorts of funky staves in Tahra but even there you'd be hard pressed to find someone else as good with the thief and unlock staves as I am!"
She fidgets in her seat. "Is that it? Am I done yet?"
"Just one more," they promise. "If a story were to be written about your life, what role would you play?"
"The heck kinda question is that? You plannin' on gettin' me to sign a book deal or somethin'?" She flashes a cheeky grin and twirls a curl around her finger. "How bout a spunky but lovable sidekick? The kind you just wanna take under your wing. Is that somethin'? I've been a lot of things–sister, cleric, thief, soldier–I can't just pick one!"
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thelocalgaycat · 2 years
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Lore Rants 2 [Enstars OCs] 
Wait for it, Tanami learns more about Yumenosaki’s history and now he’s going to be terrfied..oh my poor Tanami..that’s going to be an entire arc. I think he’d confront Keito about it. Keito has kept somethings he’s done, esp if it’s something bad he’s done. I should learn about the families more considering Tenjin, Tanami and Seina are all related to canon characters.
This is just some of my rants again.
Yk I have this idea where Chivalry drags out Hoshi to join them in order to like defeat this other unit probably from ReiMei, yes we have an upcoming Eden copy y’all!! Hoshi would be like the Leo of the group. Yk like how Leo is like the leadee that literally disappeared and then randomly came back? Yeah like that! Hoshi is like a literal Leo kinnie. He even writes on the walls like him yet it’s less often. Oh well that’s a fun fct about Hoshi. Rin would probably call his rival to help them out because he wants to make sure Chivalry will win even if it means asking help from a rival, because we stan Rin x Hoshi!! I said I’d make ship rants earlier but this is living in my head rn.
I actually might end up making FULL storylines just like how Enstars is. Like the translation on tumblrs that follow this format:
person: (text)
person: (text)
like that, if that day ever comes I hope you all are prepared. I love giving horrifying lore but end up giving them a happy ending because I love them a lot. The Eccentrics Ver. 2 was such a heavy desicion to make. “Will they have excecutions?” Maybe so, but that’s an entire plot actually. They will have them but the basic thought I had is that 3rd years like Haijime and Tori will help the 2nd years in avoiding these excecutions. If the student council can’t dispose of the rumors this is the best they can do.
Upcoming units:
Embers is one of them!! Home to the Chiaki, Rinne, Midori and Niki kinnies. I love the idea of Embers being a mix of Crazy:B and Ryuseitai. Another unit that I’m preparing to make an intro for is MACH!NERY, which is Arata’s unit. Aka one of the new eccentrics AINT THAT FUN? DiMENSION and Magica are getting lore so I might make them an intro. Another thing is that I also have Castle of Cards and a few others unfinished. Once I finish CYB3RSP4CE’s design I’ll make sure to make a unit intro for him. Here’s a spoiler, it’s a single unit. HEEHEE
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cetoddle · 2 years
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well if anybody was wondering my cat is fine she’s spending a lot of time staring at one spot on the wall in specific but otherwise seems to be having a good time
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jigujellee · 2 years
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THE MOST BEAUTIFUL TIME OF THE YEAR -> christmas for you means watching rosé stress over decorations. [ request: rosé reaching up to hold mistletoe above both of our heads just to kiss y/n ]
rosé x reader fluff word count: 1.1k warnings: none
a/n: i am so sorry this took so long! and this goes for all the other requests as well. i’ve just been unmotivated and personally just going through something, so it was hard to get myself to write. i have a few more in the works, so thank you for continuing to be patient with me! i love you all very much and i hope you can enjoy this bit of fluff heehee <3 and to the anon that sent this, i also want a gf :’) i’m manifesting love and good vibes this year for all of us!!
a mountain of boxes and storage bins flooded your new living room as you try to make your way through without tripping over anything. after successfully tip toeing and jumping around, you place the last few boxes on an empty spot next to the couch. who knew someone could own this much christmas decorations?
“that’s the last of them love,” you say to your girlfriend rosé, who was already looking through a few of the boxes.
“perfect! thank you baby,” she drops the decorations in her hands to give you a kiss on the cheek which you gladly accept as you wrap your arms around her waist.
“now, i mean this with so much love, but i’m gonna have to ask you to get out” rosé says with so much seriousness laced in her voice as she looks right into your eyes.
“what, why? i thought we were going to decorate together? this is our first christmas in our first apartment and i want to decorate with you”
“i know love, but you know how i get when it comes to decorating for christmas,” which you can’t argue with. rosé becomes dead silent and has laser focus when it comes to decorating, and it’s honestly quite amusing to watch. but one wrong move from your end could cause her to go insane and you don’t want that. just last year, you watched as your girlfriend scolded lisa for almost 20 minutes just for putting a silver ornament instead of a red ornament and you realized rosé took it very, very seriously.
still, you wanted to spend time with her because there’s nothing more romantic than decorating for the holidays with a loved one. rosé could tell how much you wanted to because of your signature pout that you always wore whenever you disagreed with her. as cute as she thought it was, she didn’t want to hurt your feelings so she came up with an idea.
“how about this? why don’t you make those amazingly delicious gingerbread cookies that i love so much while i fix the tree, and then we can decorate the gingerbread cookies together when i’m done?”
you look at her for a moment to contemplate her proposition. you do enjoy baking and you would technically be doing some holiday decorating with her, just on a cookie.
“fine, i’ll bake. but we’re gonna decorate together next year okay?”
“yup!” she gets on her tippy toes to plant a kiss on your forehead before sending you off to the kitchen to start baking the cookies. as you prepare all the ingredients and equipment for the cookies, rosé turns the bluetooth speaker on and puts your christmas playlist on blast.
something you and rosé share in common is that you both become very focused in whatever task you’re doing. right now, you’re so engrossed in your baking that you momentarily forget rosé is right across from you in the living room. but she’s also not paying attention as she strategically places the ornaments on the tree before stepping back to look at the whole thing. as rosé shoves her hand into the box to pick up one last ornament, she finds a mistletoe at the bottom of the box instead. funnily enough, mistletoe by justin bieber is the next song to play. was it coincidence or was it fate? rosé wouldn’t know but it gave her an idea anyway. she holds the mistletoe tightly in her hand and hides it behind her back as she makes her way to you.
“hmmm it smells really good babe! i’m so excited to decorate these with you”, she exclaims as she lays her chin on your shoulder.
“they’re almost done love, just a few more minutes in the oven and then once i’m finished with the frosting, we can decorate!” you take your eyes off the bowl filled with the white substance and look up to see the tree. to say it was beautiful was an understatement. it was decorated to perfection with red and gold ornaments hanging off each branch, fake pinecones, little bells and poinsettias filling in the gaps. the whole tree was wrapped from top to bottom with warm, soft yellow lights and a large red ribbon. to finish it all off, a simple gold star sat on the top of the tree.
“the tree looks wonderful rosie, you did an amazing job” you say as you playfully wipe some of the frosting on her nose. she falls into a fit of screeches and giggles before wiping some off your spoon and putting it on your cheek. but instead of letting you clean it off yourself, rosé kisses your cheek and playfully licks it off. oh, she was such a tease.
“it tastes really good baby, and i’m not just talking about the icing” she says in a rather seductive manner as she sends a wink your way. it’s hard to hide the blush that manages to appear on your cheeks but cute and innocent rosé returns once she starts to giggle again.
“gotcha!”
“very funny babe” you smile at your girlfriend before realizing one of her arms was behind her back. you cock your eyebrow slightly, “what are you up to love? are you finished decorating?”
“yeah pretty much. i just came here for something”
rosé doesn’t say anything and just points to her ear, telling you to listen to the song that was currently playing. then rosé starts singing along.
kiss me underneath the mistletoe
show me baby that you love me so
rosé takes her arm out from behind and raises the mistletoe above your heads. you both look up and then back at each other in perfect synchronization, causing a smile to grow on both of your faces. you grab her waist and pull her in as you gently plant your lips directly onto hers. rosé’s lips were so soft, sweet, and warm and you both just melt into each other, not realizing the song has already ended. sadly, you pull away from her once the timer for the cookies go off. you let go of rosé to turn the alarm off and pull the cookies out of the oven. as you do so, a pair of arms snakes around your waist as rosé places her chin on your shoulder once again.
“they look so cute and yummy, when can we decorate?”
“give them about 5-10 minutes to cool, then we can frost them. in the mean time,” you trail off as you turn around to face your girlfriend and kiss her again. but now, she’s the one to pull away from you.
“i love you y/n” she nuzzles her face into your neck as she hugs you tight.
“i love you more rosie. i can’t wait for more christmases with you”
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kashimos-hajime · 4 years
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fragrance | a.h.
summary: Plato said, “The god of love lives in a state of need. It is a need. It is an urge. It is a homeostatic imbalance. Like hunger and thirst, it's almost impossible to stamp out.”
WARNINGS: LMAO SMUT (18+), oral (m!receiving), swearing, drinking, nervous and awkward y/n and hotch heehee pairing: college!aaron hotchner x fem!reader word count: 4.8k
a/n: lmao so i watched a tiktok of THAT SCENE in love and human remains so i am legally obligated to write what inspired me. ok but @venusbarnes,,, it happened,,,
part of the bitter end universe but not required beforehand to read this. takes place in their second year of college
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In retrospect, you know you’re freaking out over nothing.
You just showered, changed outfits twice, tried to fix your hair, inspected your makeup constantly since you’ve finished, and tried to figure out a way to call it off to pass the time.
Why are you even worried? Ever since you’ve gotten off the plane, which, in itself, is a step you cannot backtrack since you are merely a college student with limited funds, your knees have been weak and you feel like you don’t really have a stomach.
Why? It’ll be fine.
You’ve been over Aaron for two-and-some-months years, now. The distance did you good, did you both good. Namely, you’re quite damn sure you don’t feel anything for him anymore besides the occasional flicker of irritation, the excited burst in your stomach, the absolute terror of seeing him again.
How has he changed? It feels like it’s been so long.
You glance at the clock.
9:55
You said 10AM. You have five minutes at the most to get yourself together and just run down the staircase, shove yourself into his presence before your nerves can tell you to turn back. Taking a deep breath, you look at your reflection in the mirror one last time before heading to the desk and grabbing your wrist watch. It’s worn down leather is soft to your touch and you feel an overwhelming sense of calm overtake you.
This will be fine.
As you fasten it to your wrist, you glance at the face. Time seems to tick by slower as you pull on your ankle boots, swipe a finger over your lip, and grab your room key. As you descend the cold stairwell, memories grasp at your consciousness, tease you, but you push them away and instead focus on putting on foot in front of the other, focus on gathering the courage to stand in front of him again.
Before you know it, you’re opening the door and walking over to the pacing figure you only know to be your best friend. His hair is still long, but he’s wearing a leather jacket, so that’s new, and he’s frowning to himself.
And it makes you smile, because that’s him. Aaron Hotchner, master frowner, broody boy. His hair is still long, his eyes still so dark. He hasn’t changed.
God, what will you say to make him laugh?
“What’s the deal with the jacket, George?” you say without thinking.
“George? And here I thought I was John,” he replies just as quickly, matching your tone and your entire heart lurches into your throat as your smile grows stiffly.
Crap. 
And that’s when you realize that, quite frankly, that convincing yourself that you’re over Aaron Hotchner is going to be a lot harder than it looked at first.
You’re fighting the urge to let the whole facade drop, but you can’t because this is Aaron, your best friend you haven’t seen in forever and although you’re so fucking happy to see him, you know everything is easier said than done.
He’s just your best friend, and you’re… you’re… feeling great. Your stomach is a bundle of nerves but that’s because you’re excited to spend time with him. Right?
“So, where to?” you ask, feeling quite exposed as he looks at you strangely. “I’m starving,” you say, an overwhelming need to explain causing word vomit to spill out of your mouth, “so, I was thinking we could get some breakfast, first. I’m in the mood for anything really.”
“Oh,” he says. “I have a place in mind.”
“O-okay. Lead the way, then. It’s kinda chilly out, isn’t it?”
“Uh, yeah. Do you needa grab another coat?” he asks as you step closer and they begin to walk to the door. He opens it for you and as you slip past him, your entire system shuts down. Your mind heads straight for the gutter, vivid images, voices, feelings from your dream flashing through your head.
Cheap beer, smoke, sweat, and a cologne you can’t forget.
Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit.
“N-no. I’m okay. Are you, uhm, are you going to be okay in just that jacket? It looks great, by the way.” Are your hands shaking or is that just the swelling throat and the hard lump in your gut’s fault?
Shit. Holy shit. Shit. Shit. SHIT.
“Thanks, and, uh, no. I’m okay. Are you okay?”
You nod and smile shakily. “Great. It’s just… I’m really glad to see you.”
He stops for a moment, stares as if he knows or maybe you just feel naked in your own skin, and then matches your timid smile. “I’m really happy to see you too.”
Right. What did you say again about nerves?
[TWENTY HOURS EARLIER]
“You guys better behave,” Aaron sighs. “I’m not gonna be responsible if I have to deck Carter.”
“Woah there, Hotch,” his roommate comments, sliding off his bed and slinging an around his shoulders. “You have a girlfriend.”
“We’re on a break, actually.”
“I thought you don’t believe in breaks.”
“Well, we’re just talking things out with the long distance thing. It’s not like when she was in high school. She just needs to adjust to her first year, and we’re still talking. So, it’s more like… an intermission before we resume after mid-terms.”
“So, you’re single.”
“Technically, but I’m also not looking,” he retorts, just in case his roommate tries to set something up behind his back, but the guy merely shrugs.
“Whatever you say, Hotch-o.”
He scowls, getting up and running a hand through his hair before grabbing his jacket off the hook. “I’m just trying to say that Y/N’s been there for me since before you guys and before Haley.”
“I get it,” his roommate, named Earl, says as he flips the collar of his varsity jacket and grabs the room key. “She’s like a sister to you, right?” Aaron doesn’t say anything to that and Earl doesn’t prod him any further as he grabs his backpack and slings it onto his shoulder. “Don’t worry, Hotch. I’ll spread the word to the guys. They won’t try anything.”
“Yeah, thanks, Earl.”
“I’m heading to class, but it’s the bar tonight, right? You’ll pick her up from the airport?”
“Yeah.” The door opens and closes with a click and Aaron lets out a sigh, turning away from the mirror so he can stop pretending he’s trying to fix whatever Earl thought was wrong with his appearance. He just wanted to stay busy so his friend could leave him alone to his messy thoughts.
He had received your last letter on Monday, confirming your flight for the Thanksgiving weekend. You’d be here with him and his friends for three days.
It wasn’t his idea, nor yours. Sort of like… a mutual epistolary understanding that enough is enough and one of them should just… go.
You had volunteered for that. You had always wanted to see Harvard’s gorgeous campus, according to your last letter.
Aaron runs a hand through his hair and sighs. He has one day off to catch up on the work assigned, get ahead of the reading, and just relax before his friends drag him off to hang out until the sun rises for an entire weekend. He’s sure you’ll love it. You’ve always loved staying out at night where it’s light, watching the sunrise and going to sleep to it.
Despite everything, you enjoy the solitude the night, the contemplative silence of it. Just like him. 
He can’t wait to see you again.
Sitting in the RA office and watching time tick by, he can’t help but feel like something is chaining him down. A heavy weight sits between his shoulders and he stares at the clock for what feels like a short eternity, unable to focus.
The day is slow in its passing, and a growing, unwanted hollowness begins to fill his soul as he half-heartedly finishes his criminal causation theory assignment, reviews for the quiz on Tuesday, and reads the next chapter on the foundations of the criminal justice system. He doesn’t really pay attention to any of it, though, and he feels like his head is stuffed with cotton as he gets up for the first time in hours and stretches, glancing at the time.
Your plane is supposed to land at 6:30.
It’s 6:00 now, and he was supposed to eat dinner before going to pick you up.
Shit. He’ll just have to eat at the bar.
Gathering his books and papers into his bag, he slings it onto his shoulder, trying to ignore the cold sweat clamming his hands up just as the phone in the RA office rings. It’s so jarring her starts, turning to the device and his heart pounds in his throat as he goes to grab it. Duty to the job means he has to, even if he might be late. You’ll understand, right?
“Hello, Resident Assistant speaking,” he says with a sigh.
“Hey.”
“Y/N?”
“Yeah, it’s me. Student Services was kind enough to reroute me.” A car beeps behind you and he frowns, holding the phone closer to his ear as he adjusts the strap on his shoulder to sit more firmly. “I’m calling from an airport payphone, but bad news. My flight got delayed, so I can’t come to the bar tonight. I’ll be arriving, like, dead in the morning. Two or three AM.”
“Damn. The boys will miss meeting you,” he says, unable to help the unhappy but forced smile. It comes across as a grimace but he hopes you appreciate the effort. It’s what you’d say if you were here.
“The boys?” you echo, amused. “Well then, tell the boys that they’ll have to wait until morning.” More seriously: “I’m really sorry, Aaron. I was so excited to see you tonight.”
“Yeah, me too. It’s—it’s okay. Don’t worry about it, Sunflower.”
“Sunflower?” you repeat and Aaron feels his throat shrink to the diameter of a needle. “You don’t call me that unless you’re genuinely sorry about something bad. Like, death-bad.” Then, a bright laugh that shouldn’t bat away the dreary disposition overcoming him, but it does. “Aaron, it’s not that important—just one night. Look, let’s meet up at 10AM in the hotel lobby tomorrow morning and make up for it, okay?”
“Yeah.”
“Great. See you in a bit, Hopscotch.”
“Bye.”
He heads to his room, your voice echoing in his head. Freshening up with a splash of cold water and a rake of a comb through his hair, he explains the situation to Earl as they head down to the bar near campus where some of the other guys are already drinking.
“That’s too bad. Would’ve been nice to meet her.”
“Tomorrow, Earl. She isn’t cancelling.”
“I know, but y’know, it would’ve been fun to beat her in darts.”
“You’re awful at darts.”
“Bigger opponent pool. C’mon, cheer up, Hotch. It’s just a delayed flight, you said so yourself.” More grumpy silence. “Hey, I know what’ll cheer you up. First shots are on me.”
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His cheeks flushed with heat, he grabs at the shot blindly and throws it back, laughing as his friends get on the dance floor. The bar seems to haze before him. The darkness is pierced by blue lights and red as the shadowed patrons swing to and fro on the floor. Everything is gauzy, edges blurred as the lights flicker and filter through the crowd. Aaron slouches against the booth, smirking at the way Earl’s trying to lay the moves on a girl who merely walks away and he flashes a sympathetic thumbs up before his friend simply rejoins the rest of the guys on the floor.
Everyone had chipped in to buy him round after round in order to get him to loosen up, and it’s hard to admit, but it’s worked. Everything is ethereal, and he feels like he’s floating through life.
He wants to dance, but he doesn’t think he can stand on his own two feet, to be honest. His entire world is tipped and the silly smile on his face isn’t going to disappear any time soon as a figure makes her way through the crowd, making her way towards him. It catches his eye, the way she moves around people, keeps her head held up.
He can’t quite see her face but even then, he knows that he knows her.
“What are you doing here?” he asks before he can stop himself, like he isn’t in control of his mouth. He gapes as the woman sits down beside him. Her skin smells like sweet fruit and the sting of tequila as she slings an arm around his neck, and his entire stomach flips as she leans over, her arm bent and her fingers playing with the hair by his ear. “You’re not… you’re not supposed to be here.”
“Why not?” she asks, twirling hair around her finger as she gently trails her other hand down his chest. “You don’t want me here?”
“No, no, I’ve missed you, I just—” Her palm runs lower, over his stomach and further. His head whips towards her and he catches the sweet, dulcet notes of warm vanilla spice shampoo. It calms him, sweet in his sinuses and he watches her indistinguishable face. Despite not seeing quite clearly, he knows she’s beautiful with an unintentionally seductive smile, a tentative charm to her movements.
The hand stops and a heat burns through his chest, following the trail she’d carved into him and he feels blood drain from his head so viciously it leaves him lightheaded.
“Just what?” she asks quietly, yet still so loudly over the pub’s pounding music and he groans softly, head tilting back.
“Shit. I just didn’t expect you here. I should introduce you to my friends—” He wants to get up but finds his entire body moving through molasses. He can barely lift a finger and, through the blurred streams of the conscious and the subconscious, he knows he doesn’t really want to.
He doesn’t want to share.
“Oh, then let’s go.” Her hand lifts but, like a flash of lightning, his fingers wrap around her wrist and keep her firmly against him. “Aaron.” Chastising this time, like he’s a housecat, and she, the exasperated owner. Fingers thread through his hair as he grins at the woman.
“I’m not keen on sharing you right now,” he admits, eyes falling to lips that press into a wondrous smile. “I don’t feel keen on sharing you ever.”
“Is that a fact?” she asks, and he nods, his nose brushing against hers as she leans down to kiss him. Her mouth is warm ecstasy, like cider on a cold winter day that burns through his blood, and his heart is beating everywhere at once—in his throat, in his fingers, between his legs. Fingers card through his hair as his hand finds the curve of a hip and he pulls.
Immediately, as if sensing his intentions before he even thinks it, the woman swings a leg over his hip and straddles him, the dress riding up luxurious thighs and he chuckles to himself as her hands find his neck, thumbs brushing over the sharp cut of his jaw. Her mouth opens against his, breathing into the next ferocious kiss again as his hands trace the shape of her, the swell of her legs, the cool heat of her skin against his burning hands.
“What do you want from me, Aaron?” she whispers, leaning in close enough that he can feel her lips against the shell of his ear, and then down his neck. He gasps, breath catching in his throat as her hands gently squeeze his throat as if reminding him of her previous question but he can’t quite speak. She kisses down past his collarbones, pulls down the neck of his shirt teasingly and peppers kisses to the skin that she can reach. Her fingers are pressing into his pulsepoint, the other hand travelling down his waist again and he knows she can feel it, the hard bulge pressing up between her legs. 
She trails back up again, her kisses teasing the corner of his mouth and he turns, trying to catch the elusive minx only to delight in her light laughter when she pulls back.
“Tease,” he mumbles, eyes shut tight and only then do her lips find his again just as fingers pull at his belt buckle and he sucks in a breath as she glances down with him, curiously running her knuckles gently along the curve of it. His Adam’s apple bobs when he swallows down his gasp and he hears her chuckle. As if he’s a mere bystander to his own actions, Aaron watches his hands trail up the sides of her and slowly find purchase on her shoulders.
With the gentlest of pressure, he pushes down, and it’s like she melts between his hands, legs sliding, entire body sinking as his legs open wider to welcome her. Her breath is warm as she unzips his jeans, fingers prying his boxers down until they brush against it, pulsing and hard against his abdomen.
“Jesus,” she whispers but he hears it so clearly, her breath teasing the tip as fingers wrap around his dick. A strong, warm tongue follows, from the bottom to the tip, tracing the vein and every single ounce of oxygen leaves his body when she goes down on him, endlessly warm and wet. Hands wrap around what isn’t in her mouth and his fingers find her scalp, grabbing fistfuls of hair as his head hits the wall behind him.
Swallowing tightly, a lopsided smirk crosses his face and he lets out a soft sigh when she tilts her head, takes him in until she’s gagging on it. His hips twitch but a hand against his pelvis stalls him, a firm pressure that makes him open his eyes and look down to see her already staring back at him. Eyes dark, lips shining in what light there is, he nearly loses it right there as she swallows him down, making his entire body clench. His jaw tight, he lets out a hissed moan and the hand not on her head grabs his thigh, trying to stave off the desire to fuck her mouth.
The bass beat of the pub beats in his head as the hand on his hip finds the hand on his thigh, traces the tense veins along the back as her head slowly draws up, teeth grazing, tongue flat against his cock.
And then, down again, heavy breaths against his navel through the nose, and he’s in fucking bliss as the woman just goes on and on, deeper and deeper and when she gags, it almost makes him lose his already ill-tempered control because her fingers dig into the back of his hand, the other one squeezes the base of his cock, and stars explode behind his eyes as he chuckles breathlessly, blindly to the ceiling.
A ringing splinters through his skull as he groans, the need to thrust growing too powerful but she squeezes his hand, telling him to stay still without ever lifting her mouth off his cock. He can hear it, the sounds of her wet mouth rising and falling, sucking and licking and fuck, if he’s not going to come down her throat—
Her tongue drags along the underside of his cock as she pulls away, hollowing out her cheeks and dragging her fingers up his painfully hard erection, through the wet slick her mouth left behind and she pulls herself up, back bending underneath his hand, chest pressed flush against his and he can taste her again; the sweetness of vanilla, the sweat the pub brings all its occupants, the desire that fizzles so wantonly against his tongue.
“Am I still teasing?” she asks, lips brushing against his chin before he’s lifting his head again. Her hands run over his chest, find the planes of his shoulders, the cord of his neck, and he chuckles, squeezing his waist as she climbs into his lap again, sits squarely so that his erection rubs against her stomach. He bites back a groan and her smirk tells him all he needs to know.
“Seeing as you didn’t let me finish…” he trails off, just as humorous and she laughs, mouth ghosting his, and he almost reaches for it before she’s drawing back, always just out of reach. Never his. Never. “C’mere.”
“You’re no fun,” she mutters, but her smile betrays her faux displeasure and as his hands down and under her dress, skirting along the waistband of lacey panties, he chuckles huskily. “I love you, you know that?”
“I know. And do you know how much I want you? How much… how much I need you?” His fingers hook on the waistband and begin to tug just as she cups his face and leans down. His eyes flutter shut and everything seems to melt away as her breath tickles his nose and he grins, pulling down, down, down…
“You could show me, if you’d like…”
Her laughter is the only thing he can hear. Well, that and…
And that ringing—
Holy shit, what is that ringing?
Opening his eyes, there is nothing. Reaching blindly in the darkness, his hand collides with his alarm clock and he slaps the button, turning it off as he groans, turning the digital numbers towards him.
5:45AM
When did he get back? God, his head is pounding, and… he has to get up. Shit. His thoughts are a disorganized mess as he gets up, throwing off the blankets and it’s only then he’s painfully aware that he got… more than excited about his dream.
His dream that’s fading from his memory the longer he’s awake that he can barely remember any of it. Iit was at the bar last night? When did he even get back to the dorm? 
Swinging his legs off the bed, he flicks the light on the nightstand, spotting a glass of water with a dissolving alka selzter tablet and a note. Grabbing it, he squints against the light as he reads the messy, uneven scrawl.
Stayed by your side all night because you sulked and got hammered. Like blackout drunk. Even outdrank me, buddy, which is fuckin impressive.
Wake me up for breakfast. I’m drunk.
Goodnight. And you’re welcome.
-E
Shaking his head, he downs the water despite how much his head throbs at the movement before he gets up and awkwardly palms the front of his boxers, trying to ignore how much it physically hurts that he’s not doing anything about it.
He needs to shower and take care of this.
Grabbing new clothes, Aaron glances at his snoring roommate and curses his routine of waking up so damn early. He collects his toiletries, and as he heads for the shower, he tries to think back on his dream, but it’s dissipating quicker by the second.
It was definitely at the bar, he thinks. Something about… he doesn’t know but something smelled and tasted sweet. What was I even doing at the bar?
Well, by the erection against his thigh, it’s safe to assume what he was dreaming about.
The question is more about the who.
.
Your eyes fly open and you lurch up on your bed.
Your whole body is burning as the remaining wisps of your dream begin to fade and you glance around yourself, disoriented. You could’ve sworn you weren’t in your bedroom for a second, but as you glance around, you know you are. You’re no longer in that dark place with blue lights that swung, figures blurry. That someone who was crouched in front of you, you think, is gone and his hands which had pulled your legs apart with gentle hesitation hadn’t left scorch marks, but they might as well have.
The sensation still lingers.
God, it feels like you haven’t slept a wink and as you slowly wake, your body rebooting, you become more filled with dread. Sighing heavily, you rub at your eyes and touch your cheeks, trying to remember what you did before sleeping.
I showered, went straight to bed. Didn’t go out… then… What’s happening? What was I even dreaming about?
It’s only then you become acutely aware of between your legs. The soaked, uncomfortable sensation, the strange tightness of your thighs.
Holy fuck. And about who?
Running a hand over the cold sheets, you shiver and get up, grabbing the unopened complimentary mini bottle of water you’d gotten from the plane from your bag.
As soon as you take one sip, you’re chugging it down, trying to alleviate the sweat gathering at the nape of your neck, slipping down your back. You feel oily and strangely empty, your heart racing as you toss the empty plastic into the trash can and head back towards the bed, reaching blindly for the light switch. Turning it on, you glance at the clock. 5:47 in the morning.
Charming.
In less than five hours, you’ll have to be heading down to the lobby and facing your best friend.
Why does that thought suddenly fill you with a terrible concoction of nerves, nausea, and cold shivers?
Trying to grasp the last remnants of your dream, you head for the bathroom to splash some water on your face and change your underwear, too bone-dead tired to even think about showering. Then, you head back to bed to try to get some sleep, but the heat seems to be more than skin-deep because despite the amount of splashing and patting of freezing water against an exhausted face, a terrible, sinking feeling twists your gut, making your knees weak.
What on Earth were you even dreaming about? You can’t even remember now except you feel utterly exhausted in the wake of it and the only hint of the content is the slick between your thighs.
Your sleep-addled brain eventually convinces any part of you still awake to just try to sleep, and as you slip into the covers, the faint but entirely unique scent of cologne, beer and smoke clings to your senses.
[THE PRESENT]
Really, it should be okay. 
The hotel isn’t too sketchy, the lobby smells vaguely of lavender and cinnamon from one of those bath shop candles, and he shouldn’t be worried.
Why is he worried? His guts have been in knots since he’s woken up, his head feels like it's been dunked in water for hours and everything is swimming as he sits in the lobby, his palms sweating. Maybe it’s the hangover, but it feels heavier than that. Yes, his head is hammering, but there’s a strange upset in his gut, too.
Must’ve been something about that dream he can’t quite place. Just thinking about it makes his head beat even harder.
But, you had said ten o’clock.
Ten o’clock.
He looks at his wrist watch.
9:57
Time seems to be passing so slowly that he’s not sure the seconds even tick by as his knee begins to jiggle, his hands run flat against his jeans. When he can’t take the nervous ticking inside his chest, he gets up to pace, eyes darting to the staircase where you’d be coming down from.
Is he nervous about seeing you or excited? Is it both? Neither? Something else?
Aaron thinks he’s going to throw up. What if it’s awkward? After all, years between the last visit and now—in the summer, somehow they always just miss each other or there’s money problems or some other plan—things are bound to change.
It’s nerves. It has to be.
The door opens and he turns around to see you there, walking over to him with a dark jacket over a green shirt. It clashes wonderfully and you’re smiling like the sun lives in your heart and you’re smiling at him.
“What’s the deal with the jacket, George?” you tease, gesturing to his leather jacket.
“George?” he repeats easily, too easily. An overwhelming flood in his chest and you arch an eyebrow, grinning still, and it’s like no time has passed at all. “And here I thought I was John.” Your smile only grows and he feels like he can’t breathe and that’s when he knows he’s fucked.
As you adjust your own jacket, compliment him on his, and ask where he wants to go for breakfast, Aaron can’t help the terrible ache in his chest.
Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit.
Shit.
He opens the door and you walk by, the smell of shampoo invading his entire space and he reels back, blinking. His breath hitches, his entire body stiffens.
Warm vanilla spice.
Oh, shit.
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Ouuu! Happy Valentine’s Day! I’m going to request a love letter, if you don’t mind? 💖💖💖
Dear Floyd,
I hope you are having a good Valentine’s Day!
...
This is not something I would normally do; writing to someone about- well about this. Whether or not you decide to pick up this letter and read it though, that’s up to you. I just feel like I need to get my feelings through.
Back before I came to TW I wasn’t exactly the most extravagant or outgoing person. I was always humble, not really doing anything outside of my comfort zone out of fear of being ridiculed for the small things. I found myself being bored about everything going on with the world- it feels too problematic and everyone repeating the same scenarios & ideas over and over and over really made everthing seem dull. Everyone felt the same and I hated it. I didn’t feel like nothing would change at all, even if I were to do anything about it. So it was much of a surprise to me when I entered this world for the first time that there were so many people from different backgrounds and diverse settings that it almost felt overwhelming to be surrounded by so many colorful people. But that wouldn’t mean that they all were different in terms of personality.
When I met you for the first time, I shrugged you off as just another student attending the school. I thought that it was cool that you had a twin, but other than that I didn’t think much of you, to my stupidity. It was during the incident with Azul that I really started to know & think more about you.
For starters, I’ve learned that you were a merman. An eel-merman. It fascinated me to think that there were other species of Merfolk. From where I’m from, merfolk, fae, beasts etc don’t exist. The only way we know of these species is through fairy tales, but there was only ever one kind of species. To think that 6’3+ merfolk exist and are as handsome as you made my heart pound heavily.
I also learned that you were about as moody as the ocean tides. One minute you’ll be wanting to dance and then the next minute you’ll just want to laze around. You also always seemed so calculating whenever you decided to do something. You have your own way of expressing things and you follow the beat of your own drum. You hate being told what to do, thus leading you to do whatever pleases you in a specific moment.
You’re also not afraid to tell anybody off and call people out on their shit. You can also be really scary and threatening when things don’t go your way. you say you’re gonna squeeze someone and I find that hella hot, isn’t that weird?
Have I mentioned that you’re also really smart? Like for real: not a lot of people notice, but it seems to be you that always comes up with the best ideas. When you have projects, and actually do them, you always leave people in amazement because of the amount of potential and effort you put in it. It makes me jealous.
But I don’t want sit at my desk and list all the tiny details of what makes you a great person. You are a great person (merman?). I could sit here for hours telling you how phenomenal you are at dancing or basketball. I could write about the weird food combinations you’ve tried with takoyaki, or your love for shoes and it wouldn’t deter from the fact that I’ve liked that silly part of you.
But you probably wouldn’t want to waste your time with me.
To you, I’m probably nothing more than somebody you know. I’m probably just another tiny shrimp in a school of fish. But that’s okay. I just wanted you to know that...
I like you.
I really really like you.
I’m infatuated with you to the point where it hurts.
I can’t even think straight without the thought of you in my mind.
And even though a part of me is screaming at me for even confessing, knowing you probably are going to reject, I’ve learned to be more assertive about my feelings. Because it’s probably what you would’ve done. That’s what I’ve come to admire you for, after all.
And I would just like to thank you. For opening my eyes. I’m willing to do whatever it takes to become my own person and not what someone tells me what I should and shouldn’t be.
I like you, Floyd Leech.
Have a nice Valentine’s Day and I hope to hear from you soon.
- Your Secret Admirer 💖
P.S. I also left some homemade candies for you. I knew you wouldn’t want the same ones over and over, but I made a variety of different textures and flavors of them for you to try out. It’s not chocolate, but hopefully you like them. 🥺👉🏻👈🏻
Dear Shrimpy,
   First of all can I just say that your candies are really good. I’ve been eating them for about a minute now and I can’t stop. Heehee. 
   Also I told Jade about this and he said I should write you back. I wanted to just run up and squeeze you and say all this stuff in person, but apparently this is more romantic so I’ll do it.
   I am so happy that Shrimpy wrote me a letter. It was super long and sweet and detailed and fun. I’ll keep it forever. (I’ll even waterproof the paper so I can take it home). 
   I had no idea you were a shy person before you came here. You’ve always been a little timid or small in front of me but a lot of humans do that heehee~ So I like that you are being more free with your personality now. It’s always fun to hang out with you so don’t worry about being ridiculed or anything. I like Shrimpy just the way you are!
   Eel mermen are also pretty rare here so I’m happy that you find me interesting. If you ever want to know more I can tell you. Ooh, and we can swim together! That sounds like fun! Make sure to hold on though cause I can swim pretty fast~
   I’m handsome to you? Oh, Shrimpy. You’re so cute~ I think you’re handsome too, and pretty, and adorable. I like your face the most though. It’s super nice to look at.
   You not thinking my moodiness is a bad thing makes me soooo happy~ Everyone is always telling me that it’s a bad thing so I’m super happy you like it so much! I don’t think you’ve seen all my moods though because it’s hard to be unhappy when I’m with you!
    I am pretty scary, huh! Do I scare you Shrimpy? I hope I do! You are so cute when you tremble~ I just want to squeeze you all the time heehee~
   Thank you for calling me smart Shrimpy! Sometimes I don’t feel like being smart so it’s cool that you know I am still intelligent even when I don’t wanna act like it sometimes!
   I’m really happy you like me Shrimpy. I am a pretty quirky individual so it’s funny that you fell for me instead of someone more predictable. I had a hard time writing this since I just want to squeeze you lots instead! 
   I like you lots too Shrimpy! I wanna squeeze you all the time and give you kisses and bites too~! I hope you can let me do that know because now that I know how you feel I won’t be able to stop myself! I love you Shrimpy!!!!
          Love, Floyd~
(P.S. When you finish this letter brace yourself because Floyd is planning on tackling you into a hug the second you look up. Good luck - Jade)
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hi. i only got to play in inazuma today so here's me live reacting to the archon quest. it's a lil out of context tho so have fun trying to figure out which parts im talking abt. also, this is the only time i'm going to be talking abt spoilers for at least one week so... 🤷‍♀️
swordfish ii? cute.
Jesus Christ. and here i thought it was my lowest settings that made his hair grey… this poor kid. teppei i admire your determination but no… just no...
SCARAMOUCHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE
AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHA
IF EVIL WHY SO HOT
you know.... scaramouche could stand still and the air would get electrified. and yknow,,, that's p... that's p attractive
ugh im disgusting myself. and here i thought i still had an inch of sanity left in me.
of all people it had to be this little jerk
scaramouche is so fucking evil. i’d like ten of him, please.
man,, they expect me to dodge this shit? that’s the biggest l i’ve heard today. none of that shit. i’m bringing out my zhong and my sweet madames skrrt
sayu is adorable… i remember when i had hopes of growing up too… alas, it has come to this.
OH MY GOD AYATO CRUMBS. I AM LICKING THAT SHIT UP. PLEASE— HE HAS A SECRET UNIT. THATS SO HOT WTF. AYATO MY DEAR, PLEASE DONT BE A REGULAR ICKY NPC BUT WHITE HAIRED…
SNEAKY SNEAK. SNEAKY SNEAK.
THOMA OH MY GOD MY MALEWIFE. HOW HAVE YOU BEEN? also, sayu’s sleeping again. this girl’s got talent. is her circadian rhythm okay?
pains me to be the bearer of all bad news and no good news…
WAIT THOMA IS LEAVING NO DONT LEAVE YET I WANT TO LOOK AT YOU MORE
oh nvm he’s still in the background.
EYY WHATS UP AYAKA. YOU’RE AS FINE AS EVER.
i… i don’t like where this is going… i refuse to be the bait. i’m too hot for that. so spicy they’ll spit me right out
DONT VOLUNTEER YOURSELF LUMINE— GIVE ME AN OPTION OR AT LEAST AN ‘OH SHIT HERE WE GO AGAIN’ LINE
YES FIREWORKS THAT WOULD WORK RIGHT? PLEASE TELL ME THAT WOULD WORK-
oh thank god… wait... they… they wouldn’t ask me to be the one to set off the fireworks right?
UNFORTUNATELY NO. AFTER YOU BECOME A FREE MAN, YOU’RE IMMEDIATELY MARRYING ME THOMA ANJKFHAIGHLANGKLAHOFJLKAB
oh crap… i’m… i’m in deep.
HE’S BEEN LOOKING FORWARD TO SEEING US AGAIN EVERY DAY SINCE HE GOT THERE ANFLaglvbajlfblabvljabefva;bfalLJBLJDABVBAALSNADL tumblr user @tartagliaxx is broken. she is now irreparable. she has no regrets. goodbye.
ehem… what if… you and i… and hotsprings… together?? JUST KIDDING. PG-13 OVER HERE. NOTHING INDECENT WHATSOEVER MOVE ALONG NOW
poor thoma,,,
oh come on ayaka… cut us some slack… i just watched lumine wheeze bc of evil purple mist only to be dragged into 2 timeskips and an entire training arc. dont let her be yet another traumatized shounen manga protagonist… altho, it might be uh… too late for that…
oh dear… is thoma going to get another round of diarrhea?
OF COURSE. OF COURSE IT’S ME DOING ALL THE WORK. OF COURSE IT’S ME WHO’S RISKING MY LIFE ALL OVER AGAIN. GOD! GIVE LUMINE A BREAK. BEING A TRAVELER DOES NOT MEAN IT’S FREE REAL ESTATE.
hello yoimiya… still looking as bomb as ever i see……… mhm… gonna see myself out rn…
HELP MY SHITTY GRAPHICS COMPLETELY ERADICATED HER BROWS
oh god… are we dying because of fireworks? forget getting caught by the patrol… we’re about to light up an untested firework that was made to be a billion times more explosive….
NO. SHE SAID IT. SHE SAID THE CURSED SENTENCE. WHATS THE WORST THAT COULD HAPPEN? IDK YOU TELL ME. YOU JUST SENTENCED US TO DEATH YOIMIYA GREAT GOING still love you tho.
man… these patrol guards aint shit… i literally walked an inch behind their backs and they did nothing… its a surprise the rebellion still hasn’t won when they place guards like this in their ranks………. ok that was kinda mean i’ll apologize in a bit.
SAYU OMG… DONT WORRY I’LL SNEAK YOU OUT AND RISK MY LIFE willingly JUST TO RESCUE YOU. ILYSM HONEY YOU’RE DOING SO WELL
no, paimon. it’s not but we’re doing it anyway 🤡
NO ONE TOLD ME WE’RE GOING TO RUN. I WENT COMPLETELY OFF COURSE. first try tho 😏
HELLO THOMA. HELLO AYAKA.
HELLO SAYU. HOW DID IT GO? IM GUESSING IT WENT WELL BC YOU’RE STILL ALIVE?
oh no….. she’s worn herself out…. man,,, this is why you dont make convicts out of kids….
WE ASKED SAYU FOR AN INCH AND SHE GAVE AS TEN THOUSAND MILES. SAYU MY CHILD YOU EXCEED EXPECTATIONS
god, don’t remind me. as hot as the shogun trying to kill us w her blade was, i don’t appreciate almost getting murdered on screen (even if we most certainly have plot armor)
awwww is thoma worried about me uwu owo? dw i have like… a lumine w 6% crit rate by my side
sigh… i dont want to leave yet… cant i just stay by thoma’s side and not go to war for a change?
it was at this moment that tumblr user lei saw the wonders of being a housewife.
oh sara… my stars… i’m so sorry. i feel so bad for you but at the same time… this oddly makes me want to write a song for you ABJFJKABJABCABVABVKA I KNOW JACK SHIT ABT SONGWRITING WHY AM I THINKING LIKE THIS
well… there she goes…
oh…. oh….. yae is stealing my heart. WHAT DO I DO WHAT DO I DO (i have an alt for a reason heehee)
DEAR LORD. PLEASE STEP ON MY NECK SARA.
these guys got guts to say ‘i’m sorry ma’am’ to THE kujou sara.
oh old man… you’re dead. you’re so dead.
man… this old man is a simp? sheesh.
YES. GO TELL EM PAIMON. PREACH THAT SHIT LOUD AND CLEAR.
oh my god… is that dude dead? i probably should’ve uh apologized b4 he flopped down to the ground ig…
MAN,, SARA’S DOWN FOR THE COUNT?? tbf i didnt expect much but…. also, AYE SIGNORA’S SO ICY.
she’s calling me out for being a simp ;-; heart been broke so many times or smth
OH SHIT LUMINE SPOKE. MAN,, WHY IS SHE SO COOL.
oh… i love this part of the vow… im suddenly inspired to write… how about a wedding au? an angsty wedding au?
goddamn… it’s been nice knowing you all…. i dont think i’ll come out of this alive if signora went out like that…
WHATS HAPPENING? ARE YOU SAYING KAZUHA WENT THROUGH THIS BS? IS LUMINE OKAY-
DID THEY REALLY JUST STORM THE ENTIRE FUCKING CAPITAL?? THEY HAVE SOME NERVE.
FUCK OMG KAZUHA AHHAHFHAFHAHGKJABKASBGA IM TEARING UP WTF WHY AM I GETTING EMOTIONAL- HONEY BUN THATS SO HOT OF YOU TO DO
oh… oh it’s time for round two? haha… time to… say my goodbyes….
yo… there are actual tears in my eyes… like… idk why… but that cutscene? shit man… that hit me…
hm… i feel bad for the shogun… ultimately, there is reason behind every act no matter how horrid. no matter how unreasonable, the reason one thinks of is always justified on their end. whatever everyone else thinks pay little effect on whether the act is fulfilled or not. also, her little laugh? i’m extra deceased.
the animation's fire as always wtf
oh but my kokoro... oof... my kokoro... ugh...
I’M SO FUCKING DONE AJKFHAKJBVAK- WE BEAT A HARBINGER AND FOR WHAT? she should’ve just tossed that gnosis into the ocean or smth...
HAH OMG SCARAMOUCHE. WHAT A MAN. I’M- I WAS RIGHT OMG. I HAD A LIL THEORY AND ITS JUST SMTH I HAD IN THE BACK OF MY MIND. I NEVER THOUGHT IT’LL ACTUALLY COME TRUE DEAR LORD. so now ig i have to admit i think abt him a lot and he has a soft spot in my heart 🥺 he’s evil you see and you know what my type is? evil men or at the very least, men with the potential to be evil. ugh so annoying.
scaramouche banner when
bc i sold everything worthy of money in me (read as my organs) for albedo, i'll sell my soul for him how about that?
EYE- makoto huh… well… fuck…
it’s day 400 of being ayato less even if he’s like… teased a million of times (jk it’s like… a grand total of seven but thats still p high)
im so… sigh…
i wonder if i’m still alive by the time sumeru releases… at the very least, i know my brain wouldn’t be.
....we were literally a captain for like... one second. that is so sad.
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Witcher Of The Night (Chapter 3)
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THIS IS MODERN ERA READER WHO WOKE UP IN THE DIMENSION OF THE WITCHER.
CHAPTER 2
Characters: Geralt of Rivia x small!Naive!Reader
Summary: Y/N seem to have woken up with a panic attack and with questions inside her head about on how she would come back to her world. Geralt may have said a solution to it, but it was rather difficult to achieve. Furthermore, it seems as if there was another thing difficult to attain as well which leaves him upset and frustrated with everything. No matter how you were out of place in Geralt's family, you couldn't help but still feel that peculiar warmth you wanted to feel forever.
Warnings: No modern references in this one except for fried chicken. Story title insertion! *wink wink nudge nudge* A lot of Jaskier, Geralt and Ciri banters and a soft but kinda rough Geralt in this one because of certain circumstances. THERE'S TENSION IF Y'ALL BE FEELING IT. AHONHONHON. Mention of Yennefer of Vengerberg in this one. Also explanation of portals and mention of potions used in the game. A lot of talking, less action. You’ll get your action and ANGST on the next chapterSSSSS! 
Words: 6,570+ (LONGGGGGGG AF! I WAS SHOOKTH!)
A/N: Reader is between 5'1 or 5'. You can imagine a 4'11 one if you want to! I JUST REALIZED...HOW...SHE'LL....THEY'LL....ALRIGHT, GET WRECKED, READER! 😅🤣🤣 
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Disclaimer: PNG's used in edits are not mine even the GIF's too. However, the edits and oneshots are definitely from moi. Characters, places and said monsters aren't from moi as well. I’ve taken it from the games.
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The sun's rays cascaded on your face. Smell of burned out Oak wood whiffed through the air and filled your senses as faded voices suddenly become apparent for no reason, or probably a reason for you to wake up from your uncomfortable sleeping position.
Was it the TV? You thought to yourself, scrunching your nose from the sun that hit your face and merely from the dust that was flying all over the place. As much as you've remembered, cleaning has been your habit at home and having a dirty apartment was unfamiliar.
The rays of the sun was suddenly hidden from a body who had to lean down to take a good look at your face. You've hardly squinted your eye to blur out the television in the background, shifting your head around and leaning fully on your forehead instead to avoid your cat named Jafar from sniffing your face.
"Princess Cirilla," Geralt deeply groused, his grim seeming to be felt by how brooding he had to put up; inches away from Jaskier and Cirilla who were close to you and around the table, watching you sleep like a baby.
The light blonde princess who had bright ocean blue eyes demanded with a soft kick to the ground, "But, Geralt!" she bellowed with a huff, "I wanna be her friend! You lads aren't fun to be with!"
"She won't stay long, Cirilla. She isn't from our world," Geralt droned and felt the enervation of not having his sleep last night. You were weeping like a toddler all night and his heightened senses weren't helping himself when he could hear those snuffles echoing as he shifted and turned all over on his side of the bed.
It was beyond terrible and utmost irksome.
His initial thought was to help a screaming lady sprinting in the middle of the woods and shoo her off when he's done killing the creature hunting her down. He didn't expect for her to live with them after he did so' just like how Ciri eventually landed on his hands for him to take care of. Amazingly, the adoption he had consist of an explanation, a royal offer from the kingdom of Cintra that involves the Law Of Surprise unlike with you; there was none. Not even a justification as to why you were there with them.
Saving Y/N didn't mean another adoption was up to claim and for him to protect with all his life.
Jaskier sat on the wooden chair in front of you as he deliberated and tried to understand your situation in his own creative wits, "You mean a Teleporter?"
Geralt shook his head, eyes narrowing as he looked at you from the side; assessing your whole ordeal and trying to get a gist of magic in your veins, "No, Jaskier." Howbeit, he'd felt none and it was frustrating the Witcher, "---She doesn't possess magic, I can sense it."
The bard shrugged and disregarded his opinions, giving Geralt a once over before focusing on your hair; momentarily plucking out a small leaf out of your hair which erupted a cock of Geralt's head as he watched Jaskier having no fraught from touching you.
"You know that senses of yours aren't exactly a hundred percent accurate when you've got kicked by a Kikimore and bitten by Ghouls,"
His expression was stoic, glowering before them both and especially from Jaskier's comment. Cirilla had her delicate fingers clasp together and over the side of her face as she admired your sleeping face, "She's so adorable while she sleeps!" she continued to cajole, "---Even a little shorter than me! Maybe she's my age and we can play!"
"She isn't," Geralt ceased her admiration and shook his head, beautiful gold eyes staring at your face that shifted and was now face front as to where he stood from afar, "How certain are you about that? You've only met her last night!"
Jaskier had his fist on his chin, deliberately looking at Geralt with that knowing look.
The Witcher lowly hummed in ponder. Focal point on your sleeping face with a stoic expression, trying to distinguish your length of life from the moment you were born, "Y/N must be in between the age of twenty to twenty-five,"
Cirilla had her eyebrows in a twist as she moved around to take a closer look at you again, a frown from the information that has been said, "But, she looks younger than her age!"
"Not at least in between ninety? or exactly a hundred? Like you, Geralt?" Jaskier added to the dispute. His query making Geralt sigh because he has been repeating the idea like a slow idiot.
"She doesn't possess some sorts of magic nor is she mutated, Bard."
"Maybe she possesses the power of immortality!"
He glared at the bard who gave him a shrug, Jaskier's face still dead beat from how his nap has been ruined prior to the night, but he had more sleep than Geralt did considering he wasn't a Witcher and had senses that not any normal human may possess.
"So her name is Y/N?! Why didn't you wake me up to welcome our visitor?!" The girl in a mint green Kirtle exclaimed, their voices finally coming to your senses and realizing that it wasn't your television nor was it your cat's breath on your face. You whimpered in an attempt to wake yourself up; yawning in the process and languidly bringing your head up for it to be bent at an angle with your arm on the table and fist on your temple.
"You were sleeping," Geralt began, resolving her dismay at the situation at hand, "--and there was a beast, Princess. It was hunting her down,"
"Oh, poor Y/N," Cirilla frowned a tighter one, eyeing you down and peeking from under your arm as she noticed the bruises on your face. She took a second before straightening her back, the braid she'd fixed never turning higgley-piggledy because of how tight and proper it was. A look of interest sent to the Witcher by the princess of Cintra herself and now the future queen ahead, "But, did you kill it, Geralt?"
Their voices seem to be recognizable, the two men of some sort and the kid's voice completely unfamiliar for you. Repetitive blinks full of fatigue before having the energy to sleepily place your chin on your fist, a blurry image of a youthful, lean body and a pretty face of a man sitting in front you coming clearer as you blinked again.
"Isn't it such a sight to wake up to your bruising face early in the morning, small rat."
Your face turned into a tight frown at the image sitting before you. The pillow of your lip jutting out in a pout when you've scanned the whole place and saw Geralt standing with a stern expression on his face, behind a kid who looked taller than you and extremely pretty.
The house even looked more old and primitive in the morning like you're currently living in history which made you groan to yourself because you haven't teleported back to your home as Jaskier said last night.
Great. Just great. You thought in the back of your mind before grumbling, "Can you...stab me with your sword right now?"
The question was sent to the Witcher despite of staring fully on the table. You didn't hear an answer from him as per usual and felt your anxiety rising through your head in agitation like a lighter sparking the gas. It's travelling too fast that you haven't realized the panic shooting wildly.
"I'm still here," you bawled, "I'm still here," and repeated over and over like a dinosaur jumping on rocks whenever google doesn't have internet. The panic was beginning to boil, making your fingers tremble in apprehension as you've struggled to keep in place on your seat, your feet on the ground shaking from the worry. Both hands gripping on your roots as you began to bawl out because you couldn't scream out all your frustrations because that's not how you roll, "I've already slept, I thought I'll be waking up in my apartment already,"
Cirilla took a step back when you've started crying, looking over at Geralt to ask what was happening. Both men together were contemplating as to what was happening as the Bard reluctantly and very slowly stood up as his gaze was fixated on you who kept on mumbling in whispers. He ran behind Geralt like you were a possessed woman and actually thinking you were casting a spell because of how fast you were mumbling your feelings out loud, sounding incomprehensible to the ears of everyone except for Geralt.
Jaskier stood behind Geralt like a kitten shielding behind his mother, "Geralt! I told you! She's a sorceress! One like Yennefer! This is probably why you're fond of her!"
Cirilla examined your state and tried understanding what was happening, her nerves also unsettling about the fact that maybe you were possessed by black magic. Though, she doubt it because you should've attacked everyone already.
Hence, there you were in your own seat. Bawling your eyes out like a toddler who had been left by her parents.
"Geralt? Is she okay?" the pretty child questioned Geralt who stood behind her with a distant look on his face.
His eyes narrowed on you, continuing his perusal. He was trying to fathom what was running inside those mind of yours and when a tear fell and another sniff coming from your side of the cavern, he knew it. A slight turn of his head and his silent thoughts of understanding as he had seen you freaking out and crying like last night; he knew what was happening.
"She's...panicking. Utterly harmless, Jaskier. Just like how humans do unless you aren't actually one," Geralt nonchalantly informed the bard who was hiding behind his towering form. He watched you roughly wipe your tears with the back of your clothed hand; his sweater that was awfully big for you and continued to rant while he narrowed his eyes as your focus was now on the knife set on an empty soiled plate that Jaskier has left.
"I just wanna go home!"
His forehead creased to the extent of trying to figure you out. Shoulders slumping as he breathed out a ragged curse beneath his breath to further his dissatisfaction of your next move.
"Y/N!"
You were fast enough to grab onto the sharpened knife, aiming it to the sensitive portion of your neck. However, not fast enough for the Witcher to even let it happen.
The knife in your hand wasn't even lifted halfway for Geralt to know what you were going to do. He'd seen a lot of bloodshed and known enough people who wanted for their blood to drop out of their hands. It only took two steps for him to construct his onslaught before you've even tried to slit your throat before them.
Your choice of weapon has been sheathed away from you. The tall, brooding, brawny Witcher slightly bending you on the table as he pulled the knife away from your neck with just a grip that didn't even earned him a sweat. It was like taking candy from a baby. Yet, you were pretty much struggling a lot from his strength as you tried wrenching your wrist off his hold with Geralt hunching down before you and never letting go.
Those gold eyes were a charm against the rays of the sun cascading his face. Your faces close from each other and you can see the chagrin and fury swirling in his eyes rather than those plain, apathetic glimmer set in his eyes with a warmth you couldn't express. With that only being seen and stared at, you knew he was furious.
The scary witcher was losing his temper.
"Let me go, Geralt." you firmly stated, voice wavering and sounding small like you were being hunted by a cheetah. Geralt held his scowl better than he had to when he has seen you the first time and it wasn't faltering.
You tried wrenching your wrist away from the Witcher, but he pulled it back with no remorse. Keeping you in place as he seethed; Aurum eyes momentarily taking a glimpse of your dry, chapped lips that were inches apart before settling those peepers on yours again and he wanted to groan out loud for the unsettling emotion he was having, "I would like to see you try, Midget."
Geralt held your wrist tighter around his fingers because you were moving, though; the simple action was enough for you to stop and never even think about doing it again. The strength that he was using was not enough to inflict pain. "I don't need another person's blood on my hands,"
Some of his dirt-ivory colored hair fell on his face as he continued to fume. Expression thoroughly livid as he said those words like it was burnt till dust, a history that should've been left forgotten but was now relived because of your forsaken act.
His warm breath hit your face and you couldn't move at all, like you were powerless and utter putty in his hands. You've heard a grumble vibrated out of his chest before snatching the knife off your fingers and quickly retreating from his position with a frustrated hum, leaving you exhaling out a breath you didn't know you were holding since he has grabbed onto you.
"Wha-what if dying is the only way to bring me back," you've tried to keep yourself in tact despite of the fast beating of your heart and the anomalous heat travelling all over your body. You shook the feeling off with a shake of your head as you continued; looking at Jaskier and Cirilla, avoiding the presence of the man who has been playing with your mind and human heart, "---I've slept, tried everything and still woke up in your house,"
The declaration sounded weak; completely despairing as you've seen Geralt saunter back to where he has been standing before you even tried to slit yourself alive. A tight moue that twisted his features from the act that has happened; filling utter disappointment as the rough crease of his wrinkles wanted to say.
But, he chose to stay silent rather than let out those emotions he was battling with.
You were completely an unorthodox to him. A picture he couldn't see and never wanted to even touch but hoped to imagine.
"I can feel you, I can touch everyone, I can feel sadness, despair, happiness, pain and a lot more," he felt your eyes on him as the first word has been said before reluctantly sharing gazes at the other two who were breathing when you've continued your articulation.
Nevertheless, the act that has happened made Jaskier and Cirilla's breaths hitch because they couldn't believe that it just happened in front of them like it was nothing.
It looked like Geralt has handled the situation well and you were suddenly okay. Just like that. A peculiarity of an event that they couldn't understand.
You've straightened your back and held your hopes high, dubiously taking a trek till you were in front of the people who were nice enough to give you shelter despite of not knowing you from the start; with a goodwill to even save you from an Alghoul that appeared out of nowhere when you should've died already when Geralt wouldn't have jumped into the picture.
But, no. You were still alive and you didn't know if it was a good thing or a bad thing as the protection came with a fair trade to be living in the world that they were in. A world where you still believed was in earth because of how human they appeared and felt. The only fragment that could keep you in doubt was the monsters that emerges out of nowhere and the magic that these people have been saying. A magic that can't be seen with the naked eye because you haven't seen a supernatural phenomenon yet.
Geralt gave a gravelly hum once you've settled your short self before him, the height differences apparent to the perspective of people. Geralt had his Herculean body in an assertive stance, broad-shoulders poised as you peered up at him with forlorn, the upset frown etched upon your face and he couldn't help but breath through his nose to compose himself.
"I need to go back, I gotta go back. Aren't you a witcher? Can't you cast a spell and help me?"
Jaskier and Cirilla had their forehead creased as they stared at the two. The beautiful child completely unaware of where you originated. She was deep in thought, thinking you came from any of the kingdom or if you were mutated as well just like Geralt because as been said by the witcher, you didn't belong in their world.
The man with glowing Aurum eyes sighed, "Witchers..don't work that way," he claimed with a slant of his head, eyeing you with gall and a slight pacified demeanor after losing his patience a while ago, "---I slaughter beasts, not brew the Fillet of a fenny snake with an eye of a newt nor cast a spell while mixing tons of shit in a cauldron like you thought I was,"
His disclosure was enough to make your heart fail from having faith again. It seems like every darn time he opens those luscious damn lips of him leaves you in a crestfallen shape or he just seems like the type to not give you hope with positive things like this which is why he was failing no matter if he wanted to give comfort.
You've washed your face with your hands in frustration, the fear rising for the second time this day and felt Geralt's heated stare on you, eyes shining in baffling fascination no matter how phlegmatic he wanted to appear. You can just see it in his eyes and it was odd because you've remembered how you couldn't read him like a book the night before, yet here you were; understanding how he tries to interact with you.  
"Then, who can help me? Is there a portal or some sort?"
His eyes looked away for a moment; deeply dwelling a thought inside his head. "Sorcerers create portals of natural phenomena and places that actually exist," the Witcher began roughly, voice utmost in the lowest timbre he could ever do and it almost made your body vibrate from his pitch, "---However, most sorcerers can only link portals to the world they're familiar with and that occurs in having the same witchcraft that a certain world creates," Geralt landed his bright eyes on you as he continued to ponder. An inevitable glower stamping his face as he went on with more information and a tight grimace, "---we aren't exactly certain about your world. But, the contingencies of casting a portal that should've been left untouched can cause upheaval or chaos not just to both worlds, but to the natural habitat and the future as well,"
Your frown was cut short, changing into an ample amount of confusion because of his explanation. Simply to say, the chances of creating a portal will jeopardize not just their world, but also earth as well. If you'll be wanting to cast a portal, there was a great amount of risk ahead.
Geralt continued his vouch, still engrossed at looking you in the eye like he wanted you to melt into a puddle. Your traitor of a heart skipping a beat as you've avoided his eyes and looked elsewhere, "---Which definitely leaves insignificance as to why you're lost in our world when there was no witchery encompassing that earth you call your kingdom,"
"So, there's no hope then?" you pointed out, sapless.
"It takes risks, Midget." Geralt lowly enunciated, the gravel in his voice seeming coherent as he mentioned the nickname he calls you. He looked to the ground, mind wandering off Wonderland as a scowl began to form again, like the next thing he wanted to say should've been kept and not mentioned ever again, "---And a very powerful sorcerer,"
Jaskier's ears perked at that, speculating and trying to involve himself with the topic at hand, his tongue waiting to be moved and for words to be told for reiteration, "Or sorceress," the bard boasted with a tone that made the witcher hiss back at him with contempt.
"Yennefer of Vengerberg could do the job well or some of her associates," the bard jested with a soft push of his elbow to Geralt's ribs, though it didn't even made him flinch. His nose flared back at him, giving him the stink eye before cussing him beneath his breath.
"Fuck off, Bard."
Cirilla ignored their laser eyes and tried to join in the conversation, "Who is Yennefer? I've been asking this since the last two last years!" she pondered, hesitantly raising her hand as if asking the teacher if it was time for her to spit out questions.
"Someone you shouldn't know, Cirilla,"
So, there was really hope. Even only a fourty-five percent of that aspiration you needed for your heart to be filled with faith. You nodded to yourself in understanding, leaving those other questions inside your head and asked straight to the point, "Who is Yennefer?"
Jaskier stepped a foot close, officially involving himself in the conversation with a smug grin on his face. His hands on his hips as he revealed with no shame, "Geralt's long lost love,"
Geralt had to close his eyes to calm himself down from the bard who kept on interjecting in the talk with you.
The princess of Cintra huffed, stomping a foot on the ground as she fixated her gaze at the huge trunk of a man who seemed to be having a moment of meditation, "You didn't tell me you had a lover!"
"Not anymore," Geralt grumbled more so to himself as the crowd asked questions after questions and served their opinions on a buffet plate; open for everyone to hear.
You innocently cast a look to his face. He could also feel your eyes on him and when he'd fluttered them open; it was completely pure for his irksome heart to fall in tranquil, "She's the one of the most powerful sorceress I know," he subtly breathed in your scent, masking himself with it as he tries to remember it in the back of his mind. Becoming familiar to the strong scent that makes his thoughts go in a haywire. A sharp, palpable and fresh scent that he ought and needed to ingurgitate straightaway. Lemon with a hint of peony; definitely different from the scent that Yennefer had, Lilac and Gooseberries. "---Maybe the only one who could create an enigma of a portal," the witcher more so than grumbled, face twisting in a way that made you look up at him in question because he seemed to be in pain, "Then? What are we waiting for? We should find her!"
The mere mention of a person who could help you leave their world quickly placed a warm beam lifting your lips, a sight that Geralt has been struggling to forget since last night. His eyes wandered off elsewhere, missing the catch of your bright filled ones as his nose scrunched from how overwhelming it was to be close to you.
"That's the problem," he gurgled before taking a step back, hissing beneath his breath because of how he was starting to become frustrated again, "---she's nowhere to be found," before turning his back away from you with a grumble.
You watched him walk away from you, embracing all his negativity and feeling your heart plummet because he was acting far from the welcoming man last night. It was like it has never been him that was offering to cover your wounds as he knelt in front of you, all the more; giving you a small smile despite of it not being his forte in doing so.
He was unconventional to you. A book you've definitely wanted to read, yet difficult to understand because the words were such a complex for the naked eye. Geralt was rare and a kind you've never encountered. Literally.
Nonetheless, his presence was intriguing and definitely inveigling.
"I have no hope then," you've thought to yourself, hearing Cirilla and Jaskier banter over something about the sorceress that ignited Geralt's change of heart.
"I'm hungry," Cirilla stressed towards the Bard who was now holding his Lute and plucking with the strings like he was forming another one of his epics inside his head. The bard ignored her and gave Geralt a once over who was on the other end of the cavern, opening wooden cabinets which had all different kinds of concoctions that certainly a normal human cannot take because of how toxic it was and how it was only forbidden and restricted for Witchers.
Cirilla threw a hissy fit, blowing out a breath of agitation and hunger because she was famished. You studied the child and noticed she was a little taller than you no matter how she should've been small. As you've tried to eye-ball her height, she seems to be in between five foot four or five foot three. "What's your name, kid?"
She narrowed her eyes on Jaskier who began to tread to where the Witcher is, "Cirilla," the princess honestly voiced out, palm on her stomach as it grumbled a sound that says she was starving so much.
Cirilla turned her heel to look at you, better than having Geralt stand before you because he was giving you stiff neck from being a tall, brooding man. She eyed you in question and you gave her a sincere smile, waggling your brows at the princess, "I can make food if you want?"
Princess Cirilla jumped on her feet like a child being given candy, clapping her hands in excitement, "Great! A mother figure other than a pair of boys! Geralt and Jaskier make the nastiest food they can ever cook," she jeered with a puff of her breath. Her eyes twinkled in felicity.
She gave you a big wide grin when you've pondered in thought as to what was easy to make in  medieval age; questions numbered inside your head and asking no one in particular if their world had chicken? flour? or bread flour, if they didn't have one? Condiments or any kind of spices for taste. Their time had to have chickens and so, you wanted a modern kind of dish to help yourself as well despite of living like in the past, "I can make you fried chicken, if you want? That is, if you can get me chicken,"
"What is a fried chicken?" she'll definitely love it, you thought because she was a child. Seeing her smile go bright just from hearing it made you heart coo; or it was simply a new image rather than those scowls you have been seeing since the morning has started so the kid had a soft spot in your heart. "An unhealthy dish, but definitely scrumptious,"
You turned your head towards the men who were a little bit far from where you both stood, they were talking in silence and that was completely pristine than the banters you've heard non-stop last night, "---And also a healthy viand for these boys you have,"
Jaskier continued plucking on his Lute, strumming random notes as he hummed inside his head, he gave you and Cirilla a glimpse as the bard watched you both interact with each other like you were both long lost friends, like a natural bond slowly being created, "Maybe this cuckoo of a maiden isn't actually bad to have around," he decreed with a look of sympathy. Turning his head to look at Geralt who seemed to have a furious staring contest with his potions.
"---You should help her, Geralt."
The Witcher languidly blinked, partially shutting the wooden cabinet closed and noting that he was deficient of Cat elixir, a concoction to help him grant sight in total darkness, some Black Blood and Fiend concoction that helps him increases the amount of weight that he can carry without being overburdened. Geralt sighed at Jaskier's confession.
"Do I have a choice?" he gurgled back at the bard.
"Won't a djinn help?"
Geralt gave Jaskier a once over before taking a glimpse of you and Ciri who were now sitting on the table, chatting about certain things that can entertain the princess. Jaskier finally had the tune he wanted, a simple catchy tune but different from his song about Witchers. It just had the same style, "I've already took it down into consideration," the bard hummed, completely intrigued and gave him a look, "We can take risks,"
Jaskier ceased himself from humming, the voices of women giggling in the background coming along in their conversation. The ambiance changing into a lighter tone from the moment you came into their cavern. A thorough spin of the world like it was changing in the different kind of path; it was like seeing a new color for the rainbow that has been added to complete the beauty of it all.
You just had that specific effect that could create allurement to the world wherever you're in. Hence, that was probably your magic.
"But, are you willing to take it, Witcher?"
He was taken aback by the question, a question even asked as a question inside his head. Was he really willing to take the risk in helping this midget? another person on his hand to protect and help? Will it not slip apart due to unfortunate circumstances? Geralt calmly breathed through his nose, his facial features slackening when he'd seen Cirilla's eyes twinkling again despite of what she has been through. "I've been through hell and maybe even deeper than that. Probably already met the devil with it,"
Geralt slanted his head in a way to adore the image right in front of him; though with a face that seemed to be lackadaisical, "---This woman hasn't experienced what I have, not even the slightest and I don't want her to," he suddenly admitted, "---I have no thought as to what curse has this woman been cast upon,"
Jaskier nodded in comprehension and ruth for you; pretty blue eyes admiring the sight before him and Geralt, "Seems quite an unfortunate path,"
"Evil is evil," The Witcher added as a matter of fact, "---Lesser, greater or even stronger," a subtle pause to catch his breath as he eyed you beaming back at what Cirilla has said before he continued, "---She hasn't shielded herself from it, nor does she have an amulet with her; like she was sent here for a reason. She's bound for ill-fate because we're in a world full of animosity and mayhem," Geralt trailed off when you've rummaged for the things in the pocket of your short that was neatly folded on the side of the table.
You've shown Cirilla a small beautiful transparent ball that had rainbow color stars inside. It was a lucky charm for you and it has been given as a gift from your mother back in earth.  
"Do you know Jacks and Stones, Cirilla?"
Cirilla's ears perk at that, a perplexed expression written on her face. "The game doesn't ring a bell, Y/N."
Once Cirilla has seen you grabbed onto the small stones on the space below their window and tried to play on your own, her forehead creasing seemed to relax and a look of elation and familiarity run through her face, "I think I actually know it! Isn't it Knucklebones?"
You've caught the ball and the small stone in one hand with no sweat. She eyed the ball and the stones scattered around the table, her eyes gleaming a lot more than she ever did. "I think so! But, here's the catch! Loser gets a slap on the forehead with a finger and the Winner gets two drumsticks of my special fried chicken,"
"---Oh, you're on, Y/N! I'm great at Knucklebones!" she challenged as she abruptly stood on the table, looking right back at Geralt and Jaskier who were already looking in fascination.
Cirilla demanded in blithe. A big, bright smile shining her face, "Geralt, we need chicken! Catch us one!"
At the mention of that, Geralt couldn't help but repeatedly blink at the wishes from the princess; catching him off-guard. Jaskier couldn't help but send a shit-eating grin to the Witcher who had his brows in another kind of twist, his face wanting to wince but he ceased to.
"I'm a Witcher, not a farmer," he deeply mumbled with a sigh. Cirilla blew a breath, her hands on her hips as she sassed, "Aren't you a butcher of Blaviken? Or do they just call you that?"
The Witcher's forehead creased at the mention of one of his monikers. He didn't want anymore retorts because the princess would drop down more comments for the argument that will last for hours till end just for her demands to be taken into account. Thus, which is why; Geralt was shrewd enough to end her pleading with submission.
"Fine,"
He thought that would be the end of everybody's demand when you've suddenly stood up on your seat and waved a hand to get his attention. Geralt gave you a look of query and with a little bit of tenderness in his eyes that you could undeniably feel no matter how stoic his expressions were. You cleared your throat, grinning back at him like a Cheshire cat.
"Can I come with you? Please?"
"No, midget." He strained, the lackadaisical tone lacing at the end of his tongue. His answer was fast and prudent, entirely against the idea.
You just wanted to be familiar with their world when you'll be staying in it for days, maybe even months or badly for years because of how you didn't know the portal they were saying. All you knew on how to transport was cars, airplanes, boats, bikes and even walking would do the job. But, not with magic and scientific luck.
You pouted back at The Witcher, heart falling from the rejection. Sending him the most pitiful look in your eyes and hoping you weren't looking like a waggling goose before them, "Pleaseee, Geralt? I wanna wander in the woods! Be familiar with the place especially that I've probably going to take time before I go back home," pause. "After Cirilla and I play and know who wins and loses,"
Geralt huffed to himself, an incoherent one as he deeply sighed. Jaskier could hear him from where he stood as he adjusted the leather hoop of his Loot across his shoulder, his witcher of a friend's jaw clenching like he was thinking about it deeply. Before granting permission in the end because of how you were giving him those Hirikka eyes; as said by his inner thoughts out in the back.
"Fine,"
The bard wanted anything but to cough out loud from that submission. Jaskier gave him a double-take. An evident look of surprise in his eyes as he turned his soles to point a finger at the Witcher. Geralt was quick enough to shake his head and slap his finger away with the back of his hand.
"Don't...even start, Bard."
"It's been a day and this small rat already has you wrapped around her finger!" he whisper-yelled at his friend, excitement and jest sparking his nerves which got him grinning like the devil.
Geralt glared at the mischievous bard grinning back at him with the knowing look that they can only both understand, "When will you bloody shut up?"
"When I don't have the voice to poetically sing my wonderful epics," Jaskier scoffed, crossing his arms on top of his Lute with that mocking glint in his eyes. The Witcher smirked back at Jaskier, spitting out a particular jest that could get him back-paddling, "Guess I'll need a travel companion in finding another Djinn,” 
Jaskier blinked in surprise, taking a step back as he shook his head and had a hand on his hip while the other was wiggling in the air to express his negations, "Oh no no no, Witcher! Keep me out of your heroic attempts of gathering some kind of genie! I am done!" the bard ridiculed as he took hesitant steps back, slowly and slyly taking off before Geralt carries him on his shoulders to purposefully tag him along in finding another Djinn, "I figured playing this jacks and stones with Cirilla and Y/N will be much better instead,"
Jaskier halted from his silent, sneaky egress. Giving both women a glimpse who were playing behind him, "A BARD WISHES TO JOIN YOUR WONDERFUL ADVENTURE, LASSIES!"
He snapped his head back at Geralt who simple wore a crooked smile and a look of mockery filling his perfectly chiseled face, "Off you go, Witcher of the night," the rascal waved him off, a gloaty banter being thrown back to the smug witcher, "I have also yet to create another knightly epic for an intriguing love story that is bound to unfold in the far north of Kaedwan,"
Thusly, Geralt's crooked smile was rapid to fall. His face masking in condemnation when Jaskier began to strum his lute and with a tune that would probably haunt his friend as he tried to sleep through the night.
"Doeful eyes like a dear~ Seems like a Witcher who couldn't bear~,"
Jaskier's singing has made history through different places in the continent and he was never wrong with the epics he'd been orally singing out around which is why this new song he was forming to create would either be a complete disaster, a mere tell-tale or a myth that was bound to end up in the vast veracity of the epic told.
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IT’S ALL FUN AND HAPPY NOW. BUT, Y’ALL WILL SEE THE WRATH OF ANGST WHEN THE CHAPTER GOES FURTHER!
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Chapter 9 Sneak Peeks ‘Cause You Deserve It
Hey guess what? I’m still alive! I haven’t been writing for a while because these past few chapters have kind of been making me face things about my own life that I hadn’t given due time to address and manage (especially Pyxis and Rory’s thoughts on how parents can “love you but not want you”, and stuff said by multiple people in chapter 9, the one I’m still writing) so I kinda just dealt with those thoughts and came to conclusions and stuff in my own mind while I endlessly binged anime and video games. Not that I don’t normally do that, mind you, but I did it a lot more and not much else.
Luckily, I live in a wonderful gorgeous apartment in my favorite town I’ve ever lived in (the only town I’ve ever called home, in fact! At least, in this world!) and it’s super comfortable and I live with my best friend who is way too good of a roommate if I must be frank - I’d rather be Columbia, honestly - and life has been relatively super good, so like. Don’t worry! I’m so happy in my life the way it is! I’m back home in the Midwest, surrounded by beauty and friends who’ve helped me out more than I could ever ask (but I did, let’s not lie lol) and... I still have depression and I’m working on that and planning on getting a doctor soon, but... I’m starting new good habits, getting into things I’ve been wanting to try, and yeah... I’m rambling at this point so I’ll make the rest quick.
I wanted to give sneak peeks because it’s been SO LONG and I don’t know how many people really actually read this thing? Like, “I’m excited that there’s a new chapter” kind of peeps? But no matter how few there are, you guys all deserve something nice, and this was all I could think of. Instead of just posting one scene, I’ll post a few clips from a bunch of scenes. Everything is subject to change as I keep writing, so it might not match the finished product, but... That just means you guys are extra-special! Heehee! ^__^ 
Excerpts are below the read-more cut. Hope it’s enjoyable! 
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"Oh, I've got twenty-five coins for the sea show clanking in the backseat, whoa-oh. I've got thirty-two seashells lined up in a row..." Caurel happily sang as she covered the turquoise side in pink, pausing and hiding in a corner when she noticed Zebra rising out of the spawn pool. The younger Inkling, hesitant, flung her brush wildly to cover the pink ink and swam forward, repeating the process every few feet. When she dropped down to the valley, she triggered another Ink Mine, this time getting away just quickly enough.
  "Not falling for that again," they sighed... right before Caurel popped out of her corner and slashed her brush at her, sending her floating right back to the spawn point. Unable to keep from giggling, Caurel re-inked the entrance ramp and climbed up to the higher level, brushing quickly down the alley as Zebra respawned again.
  "And I'll swim, swim, swim, to my darling Martha... And let her lay me down in the bay where the warm winds blow~"
  "Are we singing the same song?" Penny shouted from the audience, loud enough to be heard over the stage music.
"'Martha's Bay' by the Seagulls?" Caurel shouted back for confirmation.
"I knew it! Ahhh, I love you!"
"I love you, too, Butterfly!"
"Boooo!" Rocky shouted as he took out Thresher. "Get a room!"
  "But their love for each other is like our love," Ankyr said with a wink.
"You really are a sea turtle."
  "Hey, only Pyxis can call me-" SPLASH! Ankyr fell prey to Bonnet's Heavy Splatling.
"FOR ANKYR!" Rocky jumped up and flung his roller down before rolling toward Bonnet - and getting caught in a freshly thrown Splash Wall.
  "I love it when he does that," Tiger squeaked.
\/\/\/\/\/
"What took you so long? Why did you trade Ankyr for these randos?"
"Rocky," Caurel sighed. "They're the friends we were supposed to meet today, remember?"
"Oh..."
"Guys, this is Rocky, our squad's leader," Pyxis laughed.
  "Nice to meet you," Carina said, stepping forward to shake Rocky's hand. "Don't worry, my 'boyfriend' will be back soon."
  "'BOYFRIEND'?" The entire crowd turned their attention to the charismatic newcomer.
  "It's just an inside joke," Pyxis hastily assured them. "You'd just have to be there."
"Yeah, he kind of saved me a lot of hassle," Carina shrugged.
  "My Sunshine has inside jokes with people I don't know," Moises thought out loud. "Not sure how I feel about this..."
"Well, you know us now," Hans piped up. "She's Carina, I'm Hans, this here is Shera, and the rude guy is Cygnus."
"I haven't said anything rude yet!"
"We all know you will," Shera said as she scooched over to Abbey. "So, what's your name?"
"I'm aromantic," Abbey said between sips of coffee. Their friends howled with laughter in the background.
"Aw, that's too bad... Are you... asexual, too?"
"They're not sex-repulsed, if that's what you mean," Pyxis jumped in. "That's not what asexual means, though."
"Sweet little Pyxis," Cygnus chuckled, patting his friend on the head. "Always here to educate her friends."
"...You mean their friends," Rocky corrected.
  "What? No. You too? Are all Squids okay with the whole fluid-gender thing?"
"You didn't even last five minutes," Hans sighed, covering his face with his palm.
  "Look, she was born with lady-parts, am I wrong or am I right?"
"Here's what I know," Rocky began slowly, stepping closer to the Octoling and staring him in the eye. "This particular group of friends respects what people choose to call themselves. When you're with us, you refer to Pyxis as they/them. If you can't handle that, you can swim back home."
"ROCKY!" Caurel grabbed her brother's arm and yanked him down to sit beside her. "They're our guests!"
"And Pyxis is family," he bit back. "Which is more important to you?"
"Wow, they really worship you around here," Cygnus laughed, turning to leave. "Do they even really know you? Your history? What have you been telling them?"
"Cygnus, get back here and act your age," Carina commanded.
"No thanks, Your Majesty."
  The crowd was hushed for some time, the noises of the audience around them and the battle down below, permeating their silent space.
  "Sorry about that," Carina finally spoke up. "I told him to behave himself. But he's... how do you say... stuck in his ways."
"He's only twenty-two," Shera rolled her eyes. "He's just a stubborn pufferfish."
"You okay, honey?" Hans asked Pyxis, who was too busy processing their own thoughts to realize they should answer.
"...I'm family?"
\/\/\/\/\/
And now, here’s Shera going goo-goo over more Inklings
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“Vanilla? Is that a brand, or...?"
"Oh no, I just mean, the original one."
"So... Vanilla means original?"
"The basic form of something, yes. Regular. It's just slang."
"Who's the person with the gatling?"
"Ah, that's Pixie with the Zink Mini Splatling. Disruptor and Bubbler."
"Pixie..." Shera turned to where Pyxis was seated. "PIXIE!"
  "Yes?"
"I can never call you Pixie again! That's the name of my new future wife!" Ecto and Thresher couldn't help but laugh.
"...Glad to hear it?"
"She's actually dating Ty right now," Tandy pointed out. "Sorry, you'll have to look elsewhere."
"Darn."
"Great Overseer," Carina sighed. "Why are you so thirsty today?"
"I dunno, Queenie," Shera shrugged and shook her head. "Look. I had no idea Squidlings could be so attractive, okay?"
"I mean, she's not wrong," Hans laughed. "The first time I saw Ankyr..."
"YOU CAN DO IT, GUYS!" Pyxis suddenly stood up and cheered as loud as they could.
\/\/\/\/\/
And now for some good parents! Specifically, Ecto’s dads. Well, one of them. The other is busy playing Pokémon with Caurel and co. in the living room at this moment. They haven’t been mentioned much so far, but they’re great friends with the Waters (Waters’? Waterss?) ever since all the families met, and Rocky and Caurel hang out with them a lot.
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"That's because you can look back on the past, apply your knowledge of the present, and cook up a better future for yourself. A new happiness. Again, one that won't last forever. And maybe it's not perfect. Maybe you burn your tongue. Maybe you let it go cold without realizing. But there'll always be more soup."
"You just have an answer for everything, don't you?" Rocky scoffed, throwing more tomatoes into the pot.
  "Not quite. There's one thing I've always wondered."
"The secret of life?"
"Nah, figured that out in college."
"What? No. Shut up." The two shared a laugh. Mister Plasma reduced the burner's heat and placed a lid on the pot, before turning to Rocky.
  "Back when you were in Coral Reef's boat... Why didn't you say anything?"
  "Well..." Rocky took a moment to continue. "Figured there wasn't any point, I guess. Can't help it if the person you have a crush on is gay. Like, if Pop was het, you wouldn't have the love of your life."
"Well I'm glad that's not the case," he said with a short laugh, before frowning and patting Rocky on the head. "Sorry, hon."
"It's fine. That's one of those 'just move on' parts in life. So I did."
"Ah..."
"Happened with Ankyr, too. But that was back when we were super tiny. Like.. That's a different kind of love. Baby love, I guess. But then again, we thought Ankyr was a girl back then. That was easier to move on from."
  "You just can't catch a break," Dad laughed. "Anyone on your mind these days?" Rocky thought a while before answering.
"I... Not really. I don't know, Oji. Guess I'm kind of giving up for now. I just wanna cook and take care of the ocean. Those are my loves. Well, I'll never get tired of Turf War either. I guess... that's it."
"And that's A-okay," the adult Inkling nodded, before yelling "COME AND GET IT!" There was a multitude of shuffling sounds from the living room as the young adults made their way to the kitchen. "Come see us any time," he said again. "We'll always be here for you."
\/\/\/\/\/
And that’s all I have for you here today, I wanna stop myself before I give away more than I might have given away... But yeah, working on that slowly but surely now. I was already about halfway-ish done with the chapter before I fell off, I think? Depends if I think of adding any more scenes than what’s already planned. So, look forward to that soon! Catch you on the flip side~
P.S.: As a reminder, this is the second-to-last chapter I’m writing; after 10 is over, we’ll be moving on to the second book in the series, which will hopefully have much better pacing and will definitely be a lot different, but still be about the lives of Pyxis, Ankyr, and their loved ones - that will never change. Some of your favorite characters might not be around as much in book 2, some might get a spotlight where they hadn’t before, and of course we’ll meet lots of new friends, and you’ll just have to decide what you think of each of them. :3 But I hope you have fun. Regardless of anything, thanks for reading. If you’ve read any of Look Alive, Sunshine, you have my Heart Containers, and my eternal gratitude. Please let me know what you think, if you’ve got the time. Love & hugs!
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September 11
Shane never could properly articulate how much he disliked working at Joja-Mart. Every shift was the same, stocking the same shelves, listening to the same canned shopping music playing over the intercom system, watching that greedy little pig Morris gleefully counting the profits the store was making right at the supervisor’s stand where the customers could see. All the while there was this… oppressive, stifling atmosphere all throughout the store, the kind of atmosphere that just sucked the joy and energy from you the longer you stayed in it.
As he hauled a cart filled with frozen goods from the back room to the freezers, he heard the sound of the automatic doors sliding open up at the front, and could vaguely make out Morris greeting the customer that came through them. He didn’t really care; more than likely it was either Jodi or Pam, and neither of them ever touched the stuff that was in the freezers. Instead, he focused on getting the task over and done with so he could finally go on lunch break, trying to decide whether he wanted to get a box of pizza rolls or a box of pepper poppers to eat…
The sensation of a pair of slender arms wrapping around him from behind broke him from his musings. “Boo.” Ashe greeted with a grin, thinking he’d gotten the drop on his boyfriend like that. “Did I scare you?”
“No.” Shane looked back over his shoulder at him. “I saw your reflection in the freezer door, dork. What are you doing here? Not that I’m not happy to see your dumb face, but I don’t think you’re actually here to buy this crap.”
“Heehee~” Smiling playfully now, Ashe stepped back and dug around inside his rucksack. “I mostly just wanted to say hi, but also….” He produced a red-lidded container and held it out to Shane. “I found a bunch of mushrooms this morning, and you seemed to like the stuffed tomatoes I made for the Luau, so… I made you lunch~”
Shane stared at the container in surprise, as the faint smell of something delicious radiated from it. “Aww, bugaboo, you didn’t have to do that.” He tried not to let it show how much the smell was making him salivate, realizing just how hungry he was. That was one side effect he hadn’t expected from his sobriety; he felt like he was always starving, and he was less than happy with the ten pounds he’d put on since seeing his therapist…
               “Ahem.”
And of course, there was Morris to ruin everything good about Shane’s day. “I’ll thank you not to bother my employees while they’re working.” He warned Ashe, whose face had fallen to a pout at the manager’s intrusion. “Unless you’d like to start paying his wages yourself.”
In response, Shane cleared his throat as well and pointed to the clock hanging up over the freezers, giving Morris a deadpan look as he did so; Morris’ eyes followed Shane’s finger to see the time for himself. “….. Oh, very well.” The manager begrudgingly conceded. “Thirty minutes, and not a second more. Go clock out.”
“Gee, how generous.” Shane rolled his eyes. “I’ll be right back, Ashe.”
“Okay~” Ashe waved a little as Shane disappeared into the employee only area in the back; as his hand returned to the container he was holding, he could feel Morris’ beady little eyes practically burning a hole in him. “… I’m sorry for bothering Shane while he was on the clock.” He finally said as he turned to face him, wanting to do something to make the staring stop. “It wasn’t his fault, so please don’t hold it against him…”
Morris continued to give him a hard look. “… Well, I suppose I could overlook it.” He finally said, settling back into his skin as an idea hit him. “If you were to buy a Joja membership for the low low price of 5,000g, that is.”
It was an especially dirty tactic, he knew. He’d already gotten Lewis to agree to sell him the rights to develop the land that the old community center was built on if he sold a certain amount of those memberships to the townsfolk, and it just so happened he was one away from meeting that quota. If he could sell it to the farmer that was intent on running them out of town with their bet, it would be all the more sweeter. He was sure the lawyers back at corporate could find a way to argue that it constituted a renewal of the terms of the bet and render the previous terms null and void, a notion that sent his greedy little heart all aflutter with excitement.
Ashe visibly stiffened at the obvious attempt at blackmail. “… What would happen if I didn’t?” He asked, trying not to let it show just how bothered he was by the situation he’d gotten them into.
“Well, I would probably write him up for slacking on the clock.” Morris’ eyes gleamed. “I’ll admit, he has a clean record, but it would be terribly unfortunate if somewhere down the line he were to lose his job because of this infraction.” He could tell that he had Ashe in the palm of his hand at that point and decided to be ‘merciful’. “I’m not an unreasonable man, however, so why don’t we do this? I’ll leave the offer on the table. If at any point you decide you’d like to purchase a membership, I’ll be quite happy to wipe Shane’s disciplinary record clean. That seems reasonable, don’t you agree?”
Of course it wasn’t reasonable, it was downright extortion; there was a reason that Morris had gotten to such a cushy position, after all, and it certainly wasn’t because of hard and honest work. He could practically see Ashe’s mind working, trying to wrestle with what the right decision was. Before the farmer had a chance to actually say anything, the door to the back swung open, and Shane re-emerged from it. “Do give it some thought, and let me know if you come to a decision.”
As Shane stepped out from the back room, he saw that Morris was still talking to Ashe, wearing the shark-like predatory grin that he often wore when he was closing a deal, making a frown split across Shane’s own face as he walked towards them. He just barely caught the tail-end of what Morris was saying as he approached—something about a decision—and with that, Morris skittered away like the cockroach he was back towards the front.
“…. Sorry for keeping you waiting, chikadee.” Shane said, eying Morris’ back as it disappeared behind the rows of shelves. “What was he saying to you?”
Ashe’s back had been to Shane up to that point, and he turned around as Shane came up to him, all smiles like usual. “Oh, nothing important~” He chimed, pushing the whole conversation with Morris to the back of his mind.
By that point, they’d known each other long enough that Shane was able to see through those little fibs that Ashe would tell when something was bothering him. It was apparent that Morris had said something scummy to him, but rather than trying to question him further inside the store, Shane just nodded along with Ashe’s deflection. “Alright.” He agreed, wrapping his arm around Ashe’s waist. “Do you wanna have lunch with me? We can sit in that picnic area near Clint’s place.”
“Ah, sure!” The suggestion made Ashe’s eyes sparkle with delight, making him glad that he’d gone a little overboard with how much of the stuffed mushrooms he’d made… okay, so maybe he had made extra in the hopes that he could get to share with Shane.
It was one of those lovely Indian summer days, where the air was a bit warm and there was a light breeze carrying it. The foliage all around was an array of beautiful oranges and reds and yellows, and the town was once again filled with life as its inhabitants bustled to and fro, no longer restricted to their homes by oppressive heat. Fall was arguably the busiest season in the whole valley, and that was especially true in Pelican Town.
On the way out of the store, the pair passed by the ever-meek Ellie who was on her way in. “Hi Ellie~” Ashe greeted cheerily, raising his hand in hello to the girl. The sight of him with Shane made Ellie clam up, and she mumbled a ‘hello’ back before dashing into the store.
“You know her?” Shane asked curiously, taking hold of Ashe’s hand and lacing their fingers together as they walked towards the public dining area just north of Clint’s workshop.
“Mmhm. She’s usually the one that’s manning the rescue team in the mines.” Ashe made a mental note to find time to head to the mines soon, since it had been awhile since his last excursion into them. “She’s really nice.”
“Yeah, she seems alright.” Shane agreed. “She comes in a lot. I’ve had to grab stuff on the higher shelves for her since she can’t reach ‘em.” Ellie was probably one of the few Joja people he could tolerate, since she was always polite and said thank you for any help she got.
They covered the short distance between the mart and the picnic table area in just under a minute or so, taking the nearest table to them since it really didn’t matter where they sat. It was a nice enough area, and with the weather as gorgeous as it was, more people from town should have been using it. But they had the whole area to themselves.
“So how’s your day been going, bugaboo?” Shane asked, as Ashe opened the container of mushrooms and set it between them. It was a little too easy for him to get wrapped up in his own problems and forget that sometimes Ashe had problems, too.
“It’s been going pretty good.” Digging two wrapped forks from his rucksack, Ashe offered one to Shane with a smile so they could start eating. “Hanako made me laugh so hard I was rolling on the ground earlier. Blue decided that her tail was a giant cat toy and was playing with it, and she just turned around and looked at him like, ‘can you not right now? I’m trying to eat.’ Speaking of eating, she’s started grazing in the pastures and oh my Yoba, she just doesn’t stop eating. Same with the hens! What is it about fall that makes everyone’s apetites go crazy? You know what I’m talking about, right?”
“Right.” Shane chuckled, taking a bite of the mushrooms as he listened to Ashe chatter away. As expected, the stuffing was delicious, and the mushrooms were nicely roasted, bringing out their rich and earthy flavor. It sure as hell beat whatever he was going to buy for lunch.
Ashe nodded vigorously, glad that someone understood what he meant. “There’s just something about this season that makes everything taste really good. The hens are giving me some really rich and delicious eggs these days~ I’m absolutely going to win the grange competition at the Fair thanks to them. Well, I guess I should say thanks to you too, since you taught me how to take care of them so well. Is it weird that I think it’s kind of harder to care for crops than animals, by the way? I know I really shouldn’t be saying this cos I chose to plant so much, but it takes so much more out of me to water and fertilize the fields than it does to take care of the animals—” He stopped short, seeing the amused expression on Shane’s face at him chattering away. “Oh, uh… I’m rambling aren’t I?”
“Just a little.” The older man agreed, grinning a little at the sheepish expression on his boyfriend’s face. “I don’t mind though. It’s cute when you get excited like that. I can tell how much you love doing what you do.” He took another bite of the mushrooms and sighed. “Wish I could say the same thing about my job… Well, at least one of us is happy.”
Ashe’s brows knitted together. “If you don’t mind me asking…” He began, speaking slowly so he could choose his words carefully, “…how come you don’t quit and work for Marnie?”
“If I could, I’d do it in a heartbeat chikadee.” Shane sighed again, shooting a scornful glance towards the Joja-mart. “But Marnie just doesn’t make enough money for that to be an option. And you know how it is here in town, there’s not any other job openings available that I could take. So I’m pretty much stuck… It could be worse, though. At least I have a job.”
Morris’ thinly veiled threat towards Shane echoed in Ashe’s head, making a small, cold stone settle in the pit of his stomach. “Yeah… that’s definitely something.” He agreed, finally helping himself to the stuffed mushrooms as he wondered what the right decision was in that situation. Even though Shane clearly hated the job, he didn’t want it taken away from him…
Shane raised a brow at the sudden shift in Ashe’s demeanor. “… Okay, what kind of bullshit did Morris tell you?” He asked. “Oh, don’t give me that look.” He added when Ashe gave him a look of surprise. “It’s obvious that he said something that’s bothering you, so spill it.”
“Ah….” Silently, Ashe cursed himself for being so easy to read. “He… well, he said that he’d write you up for slacking if I didn’t buy a Joja membership.”
“That so?” With a snort, Shane rather aggressively stabbed his fork into a mushroom, imagining that it had Morris’ smug prick face as he did so. “He’s so full of shit sometimes—actually, make that all the time. Don’t let it bother you, chikadee. He wouldn’t actually can me, just because he knows how much I hate working for him.” With just as much pent up aggression, he chomped down on the stabbed mushroom, taking his time to thoroughly chew it before he spoke again. “… Sorry, I shouldn’t be bitching so much. These mushrooms are really good. Another of your mom’s recipes?”
“Oh, kind of.” Ashe nodded his head. “I just sort of tweaked the stuffed tomatoes recipe. I’m glad you like it~” He too took another bite, chewing it slowly with a thoughtful look on his face. “… I was thinking… it might be fun to try and make lunch for you sometimes.”
Pausing with his fork still in his mouth, Shane looked to his boyfriend in surprise as his heart skipped a beat. “Bugaboo, you don’t need to do that.” He insisted. “I mean, don’t get me wrong, I appreciate the thought. But you’ve got way too much on your plate as it is.”
“B-But I want to!” Ashe puffed his cheeks out in a pout. “I just thought that if you had something tasty to look forward to when you’re at work, it might help make your day a little bit better. I read online that good food can help your mood, too, so….”
“…. Ashe.” Shane set his fork down and wrapped his arm loosely around Ashe’s shoulders. “I know you want to help me, and it means a lot to me that you do. But—and don’t take this the wrong way, seriously--I need you to remember that you can’t ‘fix’ me.” He murmured, bringing their faces close together so that he could quietly speak to him. “That kind of stuff is something that I need to worry about, not you.”
As he spoke, he gently rubbed Ashe’s upper arm to reassure him that he wasn’t upset with him, or anything like that. Ashe quietly listened to what he was saying, looking down to the surface of the table with his brows furrowed together. “But… I don’t want you to have to go through all of this by yourself.”
“Who says that I am?” Shane gave his shoulders a squeeze. “I’ve got you, don’t I? And I have Jas, and Marnie too. If I didn’t have you three to lean on, I wouldn’t be able to get through the day. What I need from you, above everything else, is just for you to keep supporting me like you have from day one. Okay?”
“….Okay.” Ashe nodded his head in understanding and leaned slightly against Shane. He felt like just being there wasn’t enough, but he had to trust in what Shane was saying—after all, he was the only one who had the right to decide what he needed. It wasn’t Ashe’s place to fix him.
“Thank you, sunshine.” Since he knew all too well how stubborn Ashe was when he got an idea in his head, Shane really appreciated not having to fight with him about the issue. He pressed a kiss to his boyfriend’s temple and gave him another brief squeeze. “And I’m not trying to say that you can’t ever do things for me. Just don’t do them because you think it’ll help me in some way. Do them because you want to do them.”
Ashe just nodded again with a small smile. He felt like he should have known that from the get-go or something, even though he knew it was kind of ridiculous to feel that way. But that was his own hang up that he needed to deal with on his own, similar to what Shane had said himself.  “So how are things going at the ranch? I bet Marnie’s been busy getting ready for the Fair.”
“Oh yeah, she’s been busting her ass since the first.” Shane helped himself to more of the mushrooms, finding it difficult to stop now that he’d started again. “She’s been working on making the perfect giant cheese wheel—I think that’s gonna be her big ticket item for the display. And Jas has been a big help with the preparations, too. She’s been getting up extra early to take care of the hens, and she spends hours brushing the sheep to make sure they’re looking good for the petting zoo.”
Ashe gasped so loudly and suddenly that Shane nearly dropped his fork in alarm. “Petting zoo?!” He squealed, clasping his hands together in delight as his eyes sparkled. “There’s gonna be a petting zoo?!”  
“Yeah? What, you didn’t know that?” Shane snickered a little at his childlike reaction. “If you ask me, the petting zoo is a bigger attraction than the grange displays. We get a ton of tourists who come by just so their kids can play with the animals. To be honest, the Fair is when Marnie ends up making most of her new customers.”
“Really?” A thoughtful look come onto Ashe’s face. “So…. If she were to make a lot of new customers this year, then—”
Shane held up his hand to stop Ashe before he could finish his sentence. “I know what you’re about to say, and the answer is ‘it’s not your problem to worry about’.” His voice was firm, leaving no room for Ashe to argue. “Again, please don’t take this the wrong way, but that’s our business to deal with.”
He felt like the world’s biggest asshole right now, telling Ashe basically to mind his own business, but he knew that being blunt and honest was the only way to get through to him sometimes. He wanted Ashe to worry about his own problems and his own farm, not go around trying to make everything perfect and lovely for the rest of the town like he knew the farmer would if he was given the chance to.
“Ah….” There was a visible drop in Ashe’s face at Shane’s words. ‘… Their business… right…’ He thought, hunching his shoulders as he looked down to his lap. ‘It’s not my place to interfere… I’m not actually family….’ “R-Right… sorry…”
“…. Hey.” Shane pulled him close again, seeing how upset he’d made his boyfriend. “Look at me. Look at me, Ashe.”
After several seconds, Ashe slowly turned his head to look at Shane; despite his best efforts, there was a faint layer of tears glistening in his eyes. “I’m not upset with you or anything.” Shane insisted, rubbing Ashe’s arm again to comfort him. “I’m really not. And I’m not trying to say that you being nosy is a bad thing. If you weren’t so nosy then I might not even be here right now. But I know how you are about this stuff, and like I said before, you’ve got way too much on your plate to be worrying about us when there isn’t a reason to be worried. Alright?” He pressed their foreheads together and smiled a little, though it faded when Ashe didn’t smile back right away. “… It’s okay if you’re upset with me for what I’ve said.”
Hearing that, Ashe vigorously shook his head. “It’s not that.” He insisted, quickly drying his moist eyes on the backs of his hands. “I’ve just… never been very good at taking criticisms like that. A-And I know that you’re not even criticising me, you’re just trying to look out for me.” He finally managed to smile back. “Thanks for always being honest with me…”
“I just worry about you taking on too much to handle.” Shane kissed his temple again, using his thumb to gently brush away the moisture that Ashe had missed around his eyes. “I know you’re young and you’ve got more energy than I do, but you need to make sure you’re not pushing yourself too hard.”
“I promise I’m not.” Ashe sniffled just a little as he smiled once more. “So you don’t have to worry about me~”  
Shane gave him another gentle squeeze. He hadn’t meant to make Ashe cry, and he really did feel bad about that. Maybe there could have been a better way to go about it, but in the end, it seemed like the message had gotten across. “Telling me not to worry is like me telling you not to worry, chikadee.” He teased. “It’s just not gonna happen.”
His wristwatch beeped, letting him know that he only had 5 minutes left of his lunch break. “Buh... I gotta get back to work in a couple minutes.” He groaned, hastily shoving a few more bites of mushrooms into his mouth.
“Oh, why don’t you just keep the leftovers?” Ashe suggested. “I kind of went overboard with how much I made, after all.”
“You sure?” Shane gave it some thought. “I dunno how well this’ll keep in my locker though. And the fridge in the break room hasn’t worked in years… Yeah, sorry chikadee. Thanks though, being able to have a real lunch with you did make my day better.”
Wanting to make sure that Ashe knew all was well, he pulled the farmer into a proper and tight hug, taking a few extra moments to nuzzle his cheek affectionately; the gesture made Ashe giggle, and he returned the hug for a second before they parted. “Have a good rest of your shift~ Um, is it alright if I call you tonight?”
“Of course you can, bud.” It was a request that puzzled Shane just a little, but he didn’t have a problem with it. “And I’ll try to. No guarantees, though.” He watched as Ashe headed off to do his own thing again, not realizing the sappy, goofy sort of grin that was on his face the whole time. After that head of dark hair disappeared from sight, he got up from the table, feeling the way his belly jiggled with the motion. ‘Yoba, I’m disgusting.’ He thought with a sigh, pinching the fat sticking out over the waistband of his pants. Maybe it was time for him to take his therapist’s advice about exercise…
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The Woes and Antics of Living Together-19
Aaah! We're getting close to a climax guys!!! I can't tell you how excited I am! But first we have a few more things to go through first, heehee~ Anyway, this chapter starts just a few hours after the last one ended and I also did not want to write a good portion of this for Reasons! But it had to be done.
Anyway, I hope you all enjoy!
Previous Chapter/Next Chapter; AO3/FF.Net 
@writerofberk-Things are starting to happen! Aaaahhh!!!!!
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It was later that same day, the rain still falling steadily, that found Poppy stretched out on the couch with her laptop, replying to her viewers' messages. Branch had left her for work, grumbling about going out in the rain, not too long after breakfast and she'd had the apartment to herself since. She had talked to the Snack Pack individuality throughout the day, assuring them she was feeling better but was gonna hang around at home until the rain let up. Suki and Biggie had told her they had returned to the university and started cleaning up some of the decorations but others would have to wait until it was less wet to work. Which was fine with her, as much as she wanted to go clean up like she always did after a party, it was wet and cold outside. Even she liked to stay inside sometimes during rainy days. Humming a happy tune, she posted another response to an adorable fan who told her they couldn't enough of her vlogs, when a knock came to the door.
“Just a second!” She called, scooting her computer off her legs and untangling herself from her blanket. She then almost tripped but managed to catch herself in time. Giggling, she wandered over to the door, wondering who it could be. Opening it she greeted, “Yes-Oh...Creek. Hi.”
The ombre haired man flashed her an apologetic smile, “Hello, Poppy. Mind if I speak with you for a moment? If I'm not intruding?”
“Of course!” She blurted out just a little loudly, opening the door for him, “C-come on in.” She hoped he didn't notice how odd she was acting, she was actually a little shocked at it herself. Then again Poppy also wasn't expecting him to just show up after he failed to show up at his own party, especially after she had also failed to contact him that morning. She had thought maybe something had happened to his phone but in either case she was still...feeling rather hurt over what happened so she wasn't sure how to act now.
Closing the door, she scurried into the kitchen to see if they had anything to he'd like to drink, she was still going to be a generous hostess, “So...would you like anything to drink?”
Creek flashed another weak smile at her, “No thank you. Listen, Poppy...” He heaved a great sigh, “I've come to apologize.”
“O-oh?” Poppy wrapped her arms around her, trying not to let it show how much just hearing that much made her feeling ten times better.
The guru came around the counter and placed his hands on her shoulders, looking down at her, eyes flashing with guilt, “I've done a terrible thing by not showing up at your party last night..which I may have found out was meant for me.”
“Well...”
“Now, now. Don't say it's okay.” He grabbed one of her hands and held it gently, “What I did was completely inconsiderate! And I'm afraid I don't have a very good explanation.”
Poppy was trying not to let too much of her curiosity show but she just had to know, “What happened?”
Creek sighed and ran a hand through his ponytail, “Well...you see some colleagues came by after we had our morning chat and took me out to a lovely little meditation ground just outside the city. While I had managed to get Guy's text before we arrived, fully intending to show up, we had then turned off all electronics before we began. We then lost tract of time I'm afraid.” He looked at her imploringly as he continued, “We had then gotten caught off guard by that nasty storm and decided to stick it out there. And I would have called but all our phones had tragically gotten all soaked.”
“Oh no!” Poppy gasped, That was horrible! How could she still be upset with him when all that rotten luck had happened? “Could anyone save their phones? I heard that if you put it in rice it might save it!”
Creek smiled at her and patted her hands, “You are too sweet.” He cooed before sighing, “And while I've yet to hear anything about theirs, mine is currently sitting in rice at home. It's why I haven't talk to you sooner. I'll let you know if it's been saved.”
“Alright,” Poppy breathed a sigh of relief. She had been worried just for a moment that maybe, for some completely ridiculous, why-did-she-ever-think-that, moment that maybe Creek hadn't wanted to call or see her.
He frowned then, “It is not alright. I still performed a great injustice by not showing up or letting you know I wouldn't be arriving at what I assume would have been a wonderful Poppy-Brand party.” He cupped her cheek, “You mustn't forgive me that easily.”
“Creek,” Poppy stressed, taking both his hands in hers, “It was an accident! You hadn't meant to miss your party! You didn't mean to get caught in the rain or for your phone to have, possibly, gotten ruined! Don't apologize for something you couldn't control.”
“You are simply the most generous person I know, Love,” He complemented, “But I still must make it up to you.”
“Creek, no,” She shook her head, “It was your birthday party you missed. You don't have to make it up to me. You apologized for missing it!” And what a great deal better than made her feel, “That's all that matters!”
“Nonsense! I still missed something I'm sure you were excited to do for me. I insist you let me do something to make up for it,” He paused for a moment, “You could even count it as my birthday gift if you want.”
“I, well...” Poppy bit her lip, she still felt it wasn't necessary that he make it up to her since he already apologize but if he was insisting... “What did you have in mind?”
“Perhaps...” He shyly looked deep into her eyes, “A date? A real one.”
Poppy's eyes winded and she felt her heartbeat pick up as her cheeks turned pink. A real date? With Creek?! Dinner, possibly a movie or maybe even dancing?! She bit her lip again to prevent the full grin that was threatening to take over her face. It was all she'd been wanting for, “I...Okay.”
Creek grinned then, raising her hand to kiss her knuckles, “Fantastic. Tomorrow night?”
“Yes!” Poppy cheered before giggling shyly, “I mean...Yes, that sounds great.”
“I'll pick you up at six then?”
Poppy nodded excitedly, barely containing her glee.
The guru chuckled at her before letting her hand go, “Now, that I have properly apologized and asked the lovely Miss Meadows out, I'm terribly sorry that I must leave now.”
“Aww,” Poppy whined, “Couldn't you stay a little while?”
“I would love to but I have a class I must get to soon.”
“Oh! Right! Your Psychology class!” She giggled before walking him to the door and opening it for him, leaning on it with a smile, “Have fun~!”
“Ta-ta for now, Sweet~ I shall see you tomorrow evening.”
Another giggle, “Okay!” She waved him goodbye with a big, excited smile, “Bye!”
After closing the door, Poppy let out the loudest squeal in her arsenal before dancing around the apartment. She had a date! With Creek! A real, honest, dress up nice, going to a restaurant date with Creek!!! She couldn't believe it! She was so excited! The pinkette paused for a moment, realizing she had to call the Snack Pack! They were going to flip! Squealing again, she dove for her phone where it was sitting on the coffee table, elatedly starting a group call. This was going to be so great!
                                             ~*~*~*~*~*~
Branch curled up in bed facing the wall the next evening, trying and failing to block out the sounds of Poppy and the Snack Pack. They were all currently helping her get ready for her date with Creek and he couldn't stand it. When he had heard about it from the pinkette herself he could only stare in disbelief, because not only had she forgiven that sleazy, condescending bastard but she also believed that, quite frankly, terrible excuse he had fed her! Branch knew he had to be lying! Stuck out in the woods during that storm? With conveniently wet and unusable cellphones? Ridiculous! But it's not like Branch had any proof Creek was a lying weasel. And now he had to listen to Poppy, oh so excited and cheerful Poppy, get ready for a date with another man. He couldn't have even gone and hid at Gristle's! He and Bridget had their own date planned and Branch wasn't going to intrude on that. So, he was stuck here pressing a pillow hard into his skull to block out the noise and hope something came along that would just swallow his heart whole so he wouldn't have to feel like this anymore.
He cursed every known thing he could think of for making him fall in love with that beautiful, bright, generous, excitable, outgoing woman in the other room and for not giving him the courage to tell her. Not to mention there was absolutely no way she would ever return those feelings. Why would she? He was nothing but a miserable, irritable, reclusive, gloomy good for nothing! He honestly deserved to go live in a bunker in the woods so maybe now would be a good day to start looking into it. There was no way he was sticking around to watch Poppy and Creek date, and then move in together and then get married and have five kids, all whom would be overwhelmingly positive and-!
Branch growled and tried to buried himself further into his mattress. Maybe if he was lucky he'd suffocate and save himself from any more heartbreak. Then again the universe hated him so that probably wouldn't happen, as much as he'd like it to.
He heard a big commotion then, delighted cries and squeals of 'He's here!' and Branch had to scowl, they were acting so ridiculous over this. It wasn't like Creek was some big time celebrity or anything, he was just a crumby jerk who had somehow charmed Poppy into liking him. Branch didn't trust the guy to not hurt Poppy in someway, if he was honest. Yes, watching Poppy wind up with the hippie would be horrible but watching Poppy get her heart broken would be equally so and something in Branch's gut told him Creek would find someway to do just that.
And he couldn't say anything about it! Poppy and the Snack Pack would just stick up for the creep and said creep would just say something that sounded 'oh so wise' in the ears of his friends that would make Branch seem even more crazy and paranoid than he already was! It made Branch sick just thinking about how Poppy was so strung up by that smooth-talking bastard that even if he did somehow get up the nerve to tell her she shouldn't trust him, or at least question him a little, it would probably just come out as a jealous ramble and that was more than Branch was willing to chance. Even if he did somehow find the courage to say something he would probably just wind up outing his own feelings and then it would all be over! Because Poppy was honestly his reason for living most days and if she rejected him well...there really wouldn't be any point.
Sighing roughly, Branch sat up and scrubbed at his hair, pulling it as he clenched his hands, Why?!? Why did he have to be in love with the most lovable woman ever?! Why couldn't he be a normal human being and be upfront about his feelings no matter what the outcome may be?! Growling, Branch curled in on himself, questioning so many things that were wrong with him and was so wrapped up in his misery that he failed to hear someone knocking on his door. It was only after the third or forth time that he focused in on someone calling his name.
Glaring at his door, he did not want to deal with any of Poppy's friends right now, he barked, “What?!”
A pause before Suki's voice floated in from the other side of the door, “Chill out, Dude. Just me.” She paused again, maybe waiting for a reply from him before continuing, “Pops just left and we're all about head out too. We were gonna catch a movie and well...You wanna come?”
Branch blinked, unbelieving they really wanted him around before frowning, there was no way he wanted to go anywhere right now, “No.” And that was that.
“Well...Alright.” Suki responded, sounding unsure, “Text if you change your mind.”
Not likely, Branch thought as he listened to them leave. Then when the door closed and silence reigned he buried his face in his knees, once again left alone with his thoughts.
                                                ~*~*~*~*~*~
Poppy giggled sweetly at the story Creek was telling her about some amusing misunderstanding at the spa he worked at as he walked her home. This night had been just as she always wanted and she couldn't be happier. When he had picked her up earlier, the guru had brought a small bouquet of red roses, which had made the Snack Pack 'aaaw' in delight. Poppy had blushed and accepted them gratefully before asking Smidge to please put them in a vase. They had then said their goodbyes before Creek had whisked her away for a romantic night.
He had opened and held open the taxi's door for her before whispering the destination to their driver, stating he wanted it to be a surprise. She had playfully pouted and tried to ask where it was but he refused, before turning the subject to some new meditation technique he had heard about. Something he thought Poppy and the Snack Pack might be willing to try. After a medium length drive, they arrived somewhere on the other end of Bergenville at possibly the fanciest restaurant Poppy had ever seen. She had felt a little overwhelmed and under-dressed at the sight of such an upscale place but Creek had assured her she looked lovely and that the twins had once again designed a perfect dress for her. As they had entered, Poppy couldn't help but marvel at the place's décor, all of it a mixture of gold, white and red, and Poppy almost took out her phone to snap a picture before Creek had stopped her, saying it probably wasn't very appropriate for such a place.
After checking with the maitre d' for their reservation and being led to a table, Poppy had still been gawking at the place when Creek had gently chided her for it. Blushing and apologizing for it, she explained she just couldn't help it, it was so much more than any place she had ever been to. Creek had smiled charmingly then and said only the best for her. They had ordered not too long afterward, some fancy French dishes Poppy'd had a little trouble pronouncing before gently clinking their glasses of champagne together. It had gotten a tiny bit 'First Date Awkward' while they ate, mostly because Poppy had been trying not to talk too loudly over the soft violin music. Creek had told her to just be herself and to relax when she mentioned it but the young woman had still felt a tiny bit like she had to tone herself down. It was after possibly the most delicious desert Poppy had ever had, and she'd have to try to recreate it one day, that they left for another cab ride to the local movie theater.
The movie had been fun, some amusing new Rom-Com that Poppy had really enjoyed before Creek had taken her for a walk throughout the nearby park. They had talked and just wandered, lit up by the parks lanterns and moonlight before Poppy had yawned. That was when Creek had insisted it was time to end their date and that he walk her home. Now they were riding the elevator up to her floor and Poppy would be lying if she said she wasn't wishing for a good night kiss goodbye.
Creek escorted her to her door and she turned to smile up at him, “I had a really good time tonight~”
“It was entirely my pleasure, Love~” He replied, reaching up and cupping her cheek gently in his hand, “I hope we can do it again soon?”
“Yes!” Poppy cheered before blushing and giggling as she twirled a lock of hair around a finger, “I mean-I'd like that a lot.”
Creek chuckled, shaking his head at her exuberance before he started to lean in. Poppy gasped softly and closed her eyes, trying to hold in her excited squeak, as she tilted her head back and waited for his lips to meet hers. And when they did it felt...well it didn't feel like Poppy had always thought. Yes, his lips were warm and soft but...she had always thought her stomach would flutter like there were butterflies in it and that maybe there would be some sort of spark. But there wasn't and it made Poppy feel...like it was...like it just wasn't right. She tried not to frown as he kissed her with all these sudden and odd emotions running through her but Poppy honestly wasn't sure why she felt like this suddenly. She had always thought when Creek finally kissed her she wouldn't want him to stop but that's all she wanted him to do now.
When he did pull away, Poppy ducked her head down, hoping to hide her emotions as she worried her lips between her teeth. She wasn't sure why she felt like this but she didn't want to hurt Creek's feelings cause it wasn't his fault, maybe she was just having an off night? No, that wouldn't make sense as to why she felt so...not right about kissing Creek, she'd been dreaming about it for years after all. And she wasn't a stranger to kissing so why did she feel so odd?
“Have I truly made the princess speechless?” Creek's voice suddenly interrupted her thoughts.
“Oh!” She looked up and hopefully smiled something convincing enough that he couldn't tell something was off, “It-uh...It was nice!”
He smiled at her, well smirked was a little more like it, and leaned closer again, “Perhaps, if you liked it so much, we could...continue this inside?”
“Um-Oh...” Poppy really wasn't sure how to feel about what he was insinuating with the other feelings coursing through her currently, or just why her stomach suddenly squirmed, but she did know she...didn't want that, “I uh...Branch is probably home so uh...that might be a little awkward, don't you think?”
Creek had a definite smirk on his face now as he leaned in and caged her against the door, “Aww, we'd be quiet.”
Poppy wasn't sure where this sudden change in personality was coming from or if she liked it but she also knew she didn't want to do what he did, “N-not tonight.” She hoped he would take that answer and go back to the Creek she knew and the one that didn't make her feel all funny and squirmy.
“Very well,” He sighed as he flashed her a much more relaxed and Creek-like smile, finally leaning away and stepping back, “I shall see you tomorrow then?”
“Y-yeah.” The pinkette was still reeling from whatever it was that just happened as she nodded, “S-see you tomorrow...”
Smiling, he leaned in to kiss her once more before taking his leave. Poppy watched him go, heart still hammering but not in a good way, before slipping inside the door. She slumped against it and sighed forlornly, that hadn't exactly been how she had thought their date would end. The kiss, yes, the rest and the odd feelings making her stomach churn...not so much. Poppy let her face fall into her hands as she tried to make sense of all of it and why she felt so much better now that he was gone when Branch's voice cut through her thoughts.
“So how was the date?”
She jumped with a screech and whipped around the corner to see Branch leaning against the counter with a mug of coffee, “Branch!” She cried and try to force a smile onto her face, “Wha-what are you doing up?!”
He shrugged and looked down at the liquid in his cup, “Couldn't sleep.” Which was true enough, his insomnia had kicked in, but she also didn't need to know that he may have also been waiting up for her. Purely to know she got home safely, not because he was a damned jealous bastard who couldn't help but be curious about her date. “So?” He prompted again, “Your..date?”
“Oh!” Poppy exclaimed, forcing her smile bigger in the hopes he'd ignore how fidgety she was and how much higher her voice became. She was still trying to figure out how to feel about the last bit of her date, which Branch did not need to know about, “It-It was great! Yup! Super wonderful!” She grinned, hoping it looked less crooked that it felt as she shuffled by him, “Creek was handsome, I was cute, he was a gentleman, I was charming. There was dinner and a movie and a walk in the park! Super romantic! But anyway-” She gave a fake yawn, “Boy, am I tired! Gonna go to bed now! Night, Branch!” And she all but fled to her room.
Branch blinked and watched her disappear down the hall, wondering just what the hell that was. Yes, he may be jealous, he knew that, but he also knew Poppy. He'd known her longer than anyone! So he knew that wasn't proper Poppy behavior just now and those were not genuine smiles from her and it wasn't just him looking for a reason to suggest Poppy break up with Creek. Something had made her not gush in detail about it like he had excepted, something had happened on that date to make Poppy act weird, he just...didn't know what.
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This chapter had too much Creek in it for me but had to be done -_- Also poor Branch and Poppy. I promise that's sort of the last time I'm really mean to Branch, obviously there's still a little more to go but it's all gonna work out, trust me. As I said, we're getting close to the climax! Anyway for now, I hope you enjoyed and look forward to the next chapter!
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Destiny? Chapter Two: Somewhere
Author’s Note:
Thank you so much for giving this work a read! Quick disclaimer, for all intents and purposes MHA/BNHA are not mine they do not belong to me. The manga and anime have inspired me to write this fiction and dialogue as well as events are given credit to the beautiful people who have blessed us with this series. Aside from standard story line events this work is mine. Here's a long one for you guys, sorry about the long wait. I've been busy with finals and such.
Word Count: 1,398
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*~Love, DragonHearte*
     The next day, I walked into class and someone was in the seat that I had chosen in the class before lunch yesterday. A small in stature purple-headed boy, upon approaching him, I realized the top of his head was barely even with my hip. He was standing up, clearly trying to be incognito in his approach towards the other girls in the classroom. 'He wasn't here yesterday, so I took his seat. Now, what am I going to do?' I think to myself as I look around and spot another desk clearly put there after my arrival earlier the previous day. It was off-set from the regular formation of the desks, in the middle of the line between Bakugo's row and Midoriya's row. I walk around the front of the line of desks I was in and go to the one that was empty. After sitting down, I see a tuft of pink hair rush towards my direction, I immediately brace myself for impact.
"Evaangeeliine~" Ashido exclaims with a lilt in her voice, "Are you excited?!"
"What for?"
"We have hero lessons now!"
"Yes, we do, quick question. Who's the small-fry over by the desk I was sitting at prior to lunch yesterday?" 
'I immediately face palm, small-fry is a slang term, I need to adapt, get with the times Eva!'
"Small-fry? Oh, you mean Minoru Mineta? He got a nosebleed right before you came in, he probably was trying to stay as long as he could with Recovery Girl to avoid the rest of the lecture. From what I can tell so far, he's a massive perv."
"Oh, by the way do you know who-"
*Boom*
"I am... Coming through the door like a normal person!"
'Oh my gosh! It's frickin' All Might, I can't believe he's actually a teacher here. I thought that the rumors were what they were, just rumors.' I sit there mouth agape at the sight before me.
"I teach Hero Basic Training..." He then goes on to explain how crucial the Hero Basic Training course is to our paths to become Pro Heroes. "...Today we will be doing, Combat Training. With that comes the use of your costumes based on your Quirk Registrations and the requests you sent in before school started. We will meet up at Ground Beta after everyone is done getting changed."
Everyone is so excited, they're teeming with energy. I walk with the rest of the girls to the changing room. I quickly suit up. I'm a transfer from a different school.
Uraraka peeks over at the area I'm changing in and lets out a quick exclamation of surprise, then says, "Wow, your costume is really cool, what is it?" 
Ashido and Yaoyorozu walk over too, they're already done getting dressed as well.
"It's tight-knit with copper fibers to promote circulation. When I use my quirk for extended periods of time my circulation becomes crappy, so I get rigid and tense, the fabric is supposed to stave off that effect. There's thinner mesh on my shoulders for movement purposes. The leggings also are tight-knit to prevent my blood from accumulating in my legs, my leggings also have rubber soles on the bottom with tread. I've tried shoes separate from my costume, but I found that my body was losing the circulation by my ankles into my feet, which left me with swollen ankles."
During the whole explanation Ashido and Uraraka have this look of awe on their face, meanwhile Yaoyorozu is nodding her head to different sections of my explanation.
"Anyways, it's time to go now don't you think?"
They all nod their head in agreement, and we head out of the tunnel to Ground Beta. When we step outside of the tunnel we split and I follow Ashido, while Uraraka waits for Midoriya. When we get to the other members of the group, the boys meet us halfway with some high-fives. Most of them at least, Bakugo just stands there with a demented smile on his face.
"By the way Evangeline, sweet birthmarks, they're really cool looking."
I instinctively touch my cheek with one hand, the back of my neck with the other, and smile nervously, "Yeah, birthmark..."
'There's no reason for me to tell them the reasoning behind the cracks on my skin' I think to myself.’
"Hey Kirishima, what's the deal with Bakugo and Midoriya?" I ask.
He looks over at his classmate and shakes his head, "I don't know I think they were friends before, but they had a falling out of some sorts. Bakugo really doesn't like Midoriya." 
"That's putting it lightly." Kaminari adds, the others nod their heads in agreement. I'm lost in thought for a while until Ashido nudges me and I tune back into what All Might was saying just in time to hear the brief summary of what's going to happen and the process of choosing the teams.
"The hero team and villain team will be chosen by lots. The villain team has hidden a nuclear missile on one of the floors to the building they need to protect it for the full allotted amount of time, or capture the heroes. The hero team needs to find the nuclear missile, they win if they capture the villains or obtain the nuclear missile within the allotted time frame." 'So I'll be fine as long as I don't end up with-'
"Katsuki Bakugo and Evangeline Shaffer..."
'-Him. We should be okay as long as we're not going against that green haired boy, what's his name?'
"Izuku Midoriya and Ochaco Uraraka."
'Welp. I'm screwed, based on this match up, we're going to lose this exercise.'
I'm spaced out yet again, when an ash-blonde boy with furrowed brows and a grimace comes into my field of vision.
"Hey, you're my team mate right? Just stay out of my way."
The words on my skin emitted a pulse of heat, my eyes snapped wide open, in realization. There is a possibility that the person in front of me right now is my soulmate. Still reeling from my conclusion, I nodded my head yes. I follow Bakugo into the building for training, agreeing with a nod of my head at his plans. He doesn't think too much of it and continues leading the way. Most of the time has passed for the heroes to enter the building, that's when he turns to go down the stairs and I call out to him, "Hey are you just gonna leave me here?"
He turns his head barely acknowledging my presence and replies with, "I'm taking care of Deku because he's more dangerous. All round-face can do is make shit float." 
I simply nod my head and let him go, caught up in the slight throbbing on my hip. 'It's only a matter of time before they show up and Evangeline, whatever is supposed to happen between the two of you does not matter, in this moment you need to focus on keeping the missile safe. As well as preparing yourself for when the other team inevitably shows up.' I execute my strategy, eliminate all objects of floaty capacity. Limit Uraraka's options, it sounds like from the yelling downstairs that it's Midoriya and Bakugo leaving Uraraka and myself as opponents. I shake my head to get the residual fog of finding my soulmate out of my head making a weird noise as I shake my head from side-to-side.
"Heehee."
I snap my head up at the noise.
"I know you're there Uraraka, come on out. I've gotten rid of all the items in this room that you could possibly use as one of your little play-things" I say with my wide eyes and creepy smile, "It's no use, you're here by yourself. And we both know one-on-one, you're outmatched."
Uraraka stands before me frozen in a mixture of what appears to be shock and fear. She says something into her comm. device, speaking with her team mate about her situation.
After a couple of moments, she turns to me and takes a running start in my direction, 'Is she gonna jump for it?' I ready my capture tape. She jumps and activates her quirk on herself?! I quickly use the capture tape to redirect her movements, after lassoing her foot, she's like a kite on a string. I flick her back to the direction she came from. The capture tape slips off her foot before she lands, which is unfortunate but, 'I just need to hold out until the timer is up.' However, as soon as this thought enters my head there is a loud boom and all the glass from the windows shatters. Uraraka grabs a pillar, and then proceeds to execute and impromptu special move called, "Comet Home Run" which distracted me enough for her to retrieve the weapon, causing our defeat, and our loss of the exercise.
"Hero Team wins, now come up to the monitor room for your evaluation." All Might says into the comms.
Chapter Three: Someplace
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