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Sideways {Andrew Garfield x Reader}

Requested by: Anonymous Wordcount: 1811 Summary: Andrew gets a call that no one wants to get. Especially from their own child. Warning: Contains hospital, miscarriage and talk of pregnancy.

The best part about your job was that you could do a lot of it online, and could travel with Andrew when he went abroad for his different acting gigs. This was one of the last times that you would be able to go, since it was the Summer and your daughter was going into first grade, and you wanted to keep her in one place to keep her adjusted. Still, he was going to appreciate all that he could get. And every minute that he wasn’t needed on set, he was going to take you and your child together to go and explore. He’d been here in Vancouver before, but you hadn’t, and he was eager to show you what he had learned about on his last trip here. But for now, he was stuck in the studio, getting fitted for one of the ‘special’ outfits that he was going to be wearing for this film.

He was laughing with the wardrobe stylist, joking about something that happened with the director on the first day here. They had pranked him by bringing in a bunch of extras and announcing them as the main cast. The director had sputtered, and not wanting to be rude, had to excuse himself to make ‘script adjustments’. Once he had realized that it was all a prank, he saw the funny side, and all tension and nerves around the team had dissipated. Andrew had been in on it and thought that it was hilarious, especially since he had been dressed as one of the camera-crew. Best acting he had ever done, the director had said to him.

“There’s a call for you, Mr Garfield,” His assistant said, popping up beside him. She was a small, older woman with a very no-nonsense air about her. She hadn’t appreciated the prank, because it meant that she missed out on a few hours of work. “It’s urgent.”

“It is?” Andrew asked, wondering who it could be. You only texted him during work hours, and he’d give you a call at lunch once in a while, otherwise he would wait to tell you about his day once he got home. That way his little girl could listen in and chime in whenever she wanted as well. “Excuse me,” He told the woman who was measuring his shoulders to make an adjustment to the suit. She nodded, and helped him to remove what he had on of the costume, then he changed quickly then finally accepted the phone from his assistant.

“This is Andrew,” He said, just in case it was an urgent professional call. He could hear a commotion coming from the other end of the line. There were men talking, and then a loud siren. Ambulance, not fire truck or police. He knew the difference, having always stayed in hotels in busy cities.

“Daddy?” The six-year-olds voice came through, and Andrew felt his heart sink from his chest down to his knees. He looked at his assistant who looked more solemn than usual. And maybe even a little bit concerned. “Daddy - it’s Mommy.”

“What’s wrong with mommy? Tell me everything - and where are you going?” He took his wallet and keys from his assistant, who had been holding onto them during the fittings.

“Where are we going?” Andrew heard her ask someone, and a man said something in response. “Vancouver General,” The little girl repeated.

“I’ll meet you there, okay? Stay with one of the paramedics until Daddy gets there. I won’t be long.”

It took him half an hour to get to the hospital, and that was with light traffic. He cursed the studio for being so far away, but he knew it was just the stress. His daughter wasn’t able to give him much information, just that you had been in the bathroom, crying in pain, and then told the little girl to call 911. They had taught her the emergency number for every country that they stayed in, just in case. It was good that she knew, but he hated that she had to use it.

You had been feeling fine that morning, he recalled. You went to the hotel restaurant for breakfast, had a simple meal of oatmeal and fruits. He was thinking that perhaps you had food poisoning of some sort? He hoped it was something as simple as that, though you wouldn’t have called 911 over something so trivial.

He parked, then ran into the first entrance that he could find. It was emergency, and they gave him directions to the fourth floor. He noticed from the signs around the elevator that it was to ... to a pregnancy floor?

He saw his daughter first, sitting on a bench, reading a book, swinging her legs back and forth since they weren’t reaching the ground. There was a paramedic sitting with her, but not saying anything. Just keeping an eye on her, which Andrew was thankful for. His footsteps brought their attention, and the little girl jumped to her feet. She had been crying, Andrew could tell from the puffiness of her cheeks. She ran towards him, and he leaned down to catch her in a hug. “Daddy! I called just like you taught me to!” She pulled your phone out of her pocket, it looked so massive in her little hands, and she held it up to show you.

He knew the password, there were no secrets between you two. You knew his as well, but neither of you ever went snooping. In fact, this was the first time that he had used it. He saw indeed that your first call of the day was to work, and then 911, and then to him. He turned the phone dark and put it into his own pocket. He scooped up the girl and held her in his arms in a giant bear hug. He looked at the paramedic over her shoulder, took a step towards him and held his hand out. “Thank you so much for staying with her-”

“It’s no problem,” He said, getting to his own feet. “We had to resupply the ambo anyway. And - the doctor said that your wife was stable. I’m sure she’ll be out soon.” He shook Andrew’s hand then excused himself to go back to work, and Andrew sunk down on the recently vacated spot on the bench, still holding his daughter on his lap. There wasn’t much that he could do except for wait for the Doctor, which didn’t take long. The commotion that your daughter made had gotten their attention.

“Hello, Mr. Garfield?” The Doctor said, coming out of the room. She reminded Andrew a lot of his assistant. Same motherly face, same solemn features. Andrew nodded to the affirmative. “Your wife is going to be just fine, though her body had gone through some trauma. She’s going to need to rest, take it easy for a couple of weeks at least.”

“What happened?” He asked, his voice shaky with relief that you were going to be fine. Still, this had seemed to come out of nowhere. And the fact that you were in the pregnancy wing made him nervous.

“Your wife had a miscarriage, Mr. Garfield. She was three months along,” The Doctor’s voice was straight to the point, no emotions at all. She must have to deliver news like this all of the time. “She claims that she didn’t know that she was pregnant, so she is feeling rather fragile. I’d like to keep her for overnight observation, just to be careful.”

Andrew swallowed, but nodded. There wasn’t any other reaction that he felt like he could have. He could only hug his daughter close, thankful that at the very least, he had her. “Can I see her?” He asked the Doctor, who nodded, and motioned towards the open door that she had just come out of. Andrew got back up to his feet, and walked in, still holding his daughter, who was being unusually quiet. He realized as he walked into the room that she had fallen asleep.

You hadn’t, however. You were laying in the hospital bed, hooked up to machines, getting fluids, staring straight ahead of you blankly. Andrew hummed to announce that he was there, and you snapped out of it, your eyes meeting his. They were still filled with tears on your end, while he was still comprehending the news.

“Hey baby,” You said, weakly smiling. Andrew smiled back, and set the little girl down on a chair, where she curled up immediately and continued to sleep away. All that worry and excitement must have exhausted her. He then went to your side, taking hold of both your hands, being careful of the IVs.

“How -” He said, shaking his head. “How did this happen?”

“I don’t know,” You said, blinking away tears. “I didn’t even know I was pregnant. I swear, I wasn’t keeping anything from you. I had my period and no other symptoms. I mean, I thought I gained a little bit of weight but I thought that was just all of the cake,” You somehow managed to laugh though it didn’t sound sincere. “The Doctor says that happens sometimes.”

Andrew would never dream of accusing you of cheating. The two of you stayed in the newlywed stage of your marriage, remaining sexually active. The math added up enough, three months, you two were definitely intimate three months ago.

“How do you feel?” Andrew asked, caressing the top of your hands with his thumbs. “And not just physically.”

You took a deep breath in and then a deep breath out. “I’m devastated,” You admitted, finally admitting your own truth. Tears were fighting to come out and you had stopped the battle, letting them descend freely. “When I heard that I miscarried - I realized... I want that baby. I want to have another one with you and we just lost our chance.”

Andrew felt the same wave of depression overcome him. In an alternate universe, he could just be finding out that he was going to be a father again. He had to be strong for you though. He could let out his emotions when you got home. You were too vulnerable right now.

“We’ll have more chances,” Andrew said, leaning forward and kissed a tear off of your cheek. It tasted salty, it lasting on his lips for a long while. “I’ll gladly give you another baby.”

You chuckled at that, though you were still crying. “You just like the act of making one, mister,” You squeezed his hands. Andrew laughed as well, and nodded.

“Can you blame me?”

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The Garden of Eden | Part IV: Betrayal

Pairing: James March x reader (you) | ~Part: (4/4)~

Summary (Part Four): Warnings are to be remembered, although most stored away for future use only to be forgotten. Cycles repeat to teach lessons; to warn of future events. Threats may remain even if not for the blind eye to see. However, ignorance might be the biggest threat of all.

Warnings (in this part): murder, blood, death, poison, religious twists, dark themes

Word Count: 5,018 (haha this part ended up with the most words... to end it off I suppose!)

Notes: This is the last part of the Garden of Eden! I just want to say thank you to all who read - especially @etoile-writings , for supporting me. Please go check out her series Adam and Eve, as it is a literary masterpiece and she deserves so much recognition.

I have seriously had so much fun writing this - it really has been my pleasure. I also want to apologize to all those who may have been waiting for awhile for the final part! Disclaimer: I tried my best to edit the grammar and everything in this but this is the best I could do! I hope there’s not many mistakes I may have missed. Please ask any questions and give me all your comments about this finale - I’d love to hear any and all thoughts! I also hope everyone is safe, healthy, and happy :) Feel free to send in other requests, whether it be AHS or Supernatural.

Also a heads up - keep a look out for the final review and analysis if you are interested. It is still in progress but it should be out within a couple of days at best.

A few side notes - the Countess and James are still legally married here, as they are in the show, but in this situation it is only because they haven’t gotten the chance to divorce. This part may seem to have very long sentences, but I just wanted to let you guys know that it is a writing technique that I used to create mood, tone, and theme. That’s all, thanks!

Tag List: @etoile-writings @haileyybird @ietss

Something about the young couple in the bar had your mind reeling. Their hands remained interlocked on the table, both of them staring at one another with all the joy and adoration that only true love can bring. Their relationship was new and exciting. The honeymoon phase was always so perfect. You remembered how that had felt with James; so invigoratingly energizing. It was enough to make you feel as if you ruled the world; love blinding a vision of truth. It was, for many years, what you had considered paradise to be.

Paradise.

You realized now that it never had been perfect with you and James. There were so many things standing in the way, so many hidden threats. When you were younger, it had been your parents and their obsessive need to marry you off like an object to a rich man. Even as he had began his journey to success, James’ social status as new money hadn’t seemed good enough to them. When you had first gotten back with James only just around a month ago, you had thought that you’d conquered everything. You had been blind to the truth which was right in front of you once again. You should have expected some kind of change in James. It was inevitable, after all that time spent apart.

But now, however, right at this present moment... well, now, everything was out in the open. Now, you and James truly understood one another. Now there really was nothing in your way. You could see no obstacles ahead, no threat, so long as James was by your side. All you saw was James, and all that clouded your mind was your admiration and devotion to him. He was your everything; your soulmate, your leader, your God. He had dragged you from the fire and brought your paradise back to you; good, true, and everlasting this time around. Your precious Garden of Eden, controlled by none other but you and your God.

Your God; who had been the utmost of clever in his recent schemes. He’d been outraged when he did it, but it wasn’t to say that he wasn’t brilliant. He was of excellent prosecution; his statement out in the open and clear. A Sunday morning: police finding piles of dead bodies compiled with numerous copies of nothing other than the book of God himself. It was sadistic and morbid, but it was perfect. It was everything that James needed to say. He was on the verge of something momentously renowned.

Once James was finished, no one would ever forget his message: religion was the worst thing to happen to society. It controlled the will of man, when truly nothing in creation could stop anything. Everyone was put equal on the Earth to sin, to live in the most pleasurable way.

It was the entire reason Adam and Eve had been cast down. They were sinners, except the garden was a place controlled by God’s rules. They had wanted to control their own lives, so God banished them to Earth. James, however, had created his own paradise; his own Garden of Eden. He had climbed so far above all other men that he now controlled the garden. He had to prove to others the ridiculousness of holiness--for all were meant to sin. Religion was, essentially, suppression. To some, it may seem horrible, but to you, it was art. A simple expression of belief that most didn’t understand.

Voices floated into your ears, startling you out of your thoughts. Soft echoes through the lobby of your beloved’s name piqued your interest, your feet immediately carrying you to the railing without much thought. You left your drink on the bar’s counter--still full, but long forgotten. Your eyes landed on four men clad in black suits, shiny gold badges on their shoulders reflecting light from the chandeliers above. You scanned the area, noticing a certain maid standing close by, listening in, much like you were.

“We have suspicion based upon evidence that Mr. March was involved in the murder this past Sunday. We have already taken the time to get a warrant for his arrest,” one of the officers explained to the receptionist at the front desk. Time seemed to take a standstill, your heart seeming to stop completely as your brain registered the man’s words. No, this couldn’t be happening.

The cycle was repeating again. They were trying to tear you apart again.

You didn’t understand how this could’ve happened. He said he was careful, and you could never see James making a mistake with something this important. He was detail-oriented, his brain practically ran off of the certainty of perfectionism. He would never let a small mistake ruin everything for him.

The entire empire he’d built, and everything you’d rebuilt, was about to be destroyed all over again.

Your body seemed to catch up with your mind as you sprung into action. You twisted around, your feet pushing you forward only to come to a halt at the close proximity of the once unknown presence behind you. Your eyes widened, a sharp breath escaping your lips at the stop you made compared to your sudden momentum. You stared into the eyes of none other than The Countess, clad in only the most extravagant clothing and makeup.

“That’ll be a hard one to get out of,” she said, although her face was seemingly expressionless. You stared at her, your frenzied brain jumping to the first conclusion you could make.

“Did you...” you trailed off, your breathing suddenly heavy. James couldn’t have made the mistake, so that means that somebody else had to of given the police some kind of tip in order for them to seek James out. The woman standing before you was quite possibly the number one suspect. “Did you do this?” Your voice held tones of disbelief and anger.

Would Elizabeth really go to such extent when she hadn’t even expressed a major disliking? She hadn’t talked to you at all since that first time, in fact the only interactions you’d had with one another were passing glances. She’d seemed to have just steered clear of anything to do with you or James. You had no idea what she had thought, but you had supposed that she didn’t care about you and James, otherwise she would have spoke her concerns. Had you been wrong about her? Could a simple mistake end it all over again? Elizabeth scoffed, her face hardening.

“Oh God no...” she said wryly, a small sarcastic grin forming on her lips as she looked at you quizzically, “what would I get out of it now? As I am still his present wife, I don’t need James dead to use his money. And besides, now that he has you he no longer bothers me.” She was smug as she spoke to you. She grinned, all teeth and mischief, her eyes sparkling. “It’s a winning situation for the both of us if you ask me.” She paused, her grin falling slightly as her gaze wondered off to peer down into the lobby.

“I could bet I know who the rat is, though,” She said, turning back to you. “I’m wagering it’s his loyal minion. That poor woman has been in love with James since the beginning of time.” She paused, her eyes intense as they rested on your face. “And based on your expression you think so too.” She smiled at you and then turned, walking slowly away from you. “Good luck,” she called back to you without turning around, your eyes watching her back as she went.

You stood contemplating her words for a moment. Elizabeth was smart and straightforward, and from what you could tell if she had a problem she would speak her mind. And what she had said made sense. Miss Evers was in love with James, but her love was unrequited, and that’s why she constantly seemed at odds with you. She could never even have a chance to be with him, so long as you were around.

Your feet carried you quickly as you raced to the elevator. The police were still conversing with the receptionist, but you knew it was only a matter of time before they found out where James was. You recalled a conversation you’d had with him in the morning, concluding that he had to be caught up attending to his hobby.

The police would find him in his office, in the middle of his business, and it would all be over. He would be taken from you once again.

You didn’t even knock upon arriving; you opened the door and closed it quickly behind you. You turned to face James, in all his blood-covered, god-like glory. You took in the scene of James’ office quickly, your eyes tracing over every detail. A large bin sat in the center of the room, a rugged corpse contained within it. James had been busying himself with pouring a substance over the body, of which could only be acid, as it had sizzled upon impact with the dead man’s skin. At your arrival, James halted his methods in confusion.

Several items were scattered across the floor, one of which catching your interest. The glass of the vase; a damp spot surrounding the area where the unaltered mess remained. The roses remained too, the petals wilting from lack of nourishment. You paused, your mind trying to puzzle out their unmoved position. Miss Evers had to have been in here since last night, so why wouldn’t she move them? She might have been scheming, but she was extremely adamant on being neat when it came to James’ specific rooms. You couldn’t see her ignoring it, and yet here it was sitting puzzlingly. You were caught off guard for a reason not entirely known to you. Something about their appearance had you alarmed, a string of words suddenly ringing out in your head; perhaps a memory brought to the surface.

“If you betray the rose, the rose no longer profits you.”

The old woman was suddenly prevalent in your mind, her warning dawning upon you, your heartbeat stuttering at the looming echo of her words. James was waiting for you to explain yourself--the police were coming--Miss Evers had betrayed you--everything you and James had worked so hard for was crumbling down around you. Your heartbeat was fast, the pulse beating quickly, perhaps the reason for the pounding in your head.

You looked James in the eyes, studying his features. He was so handsome--even before you knew him, that day in the garden when you had first seen him--you had marveled at his beauty. And that was before he’d become such a man; his features sharp and masculine, beautifully sculpted by the gods. His dark brown eyes and hair, so dull yet so prominent--a symbol of his darkness. You could stare at him for eternity and never bore, your love for him everlasting.

And yet, here you were at the end with no escape, hell a threat once again hanging above your heads, looming just around the corner. Just a few more minutes and everything would be over. Just a few more minutes and you’d be lost again, stranded without your guide; your purpose--your God.

“James,” you gasped, stumbling slightly as you made your way to him. You’d just managed to get to him before you fell over slightly, your arms reaching out to grasp onto his tightly. He caught you, keeping you level as his face filled with concern. The pounding in your head was intense, beginning to drown out your thoughts and quicken your breath.

“Darling, tell me--what is it?” James demanded, his voice panic-stricken. He lifted your chin to look you in the eyes, his widened orbs meeting yours with intensity.

“I-it’s--the- the police,” you barely managed to get the words out, clinging onto James like he was your lifeline. Nothing seemed right; your thoughts suddenly taking too long to form into words, your breathing heavy, vision blurry, and it was becoming much harder to stand. What was happening? You stared into James eyes, shifting all your focus into him. “They’re here to arrest you.” One hand gripped his arm firmly as you brought the other to rest upon his cheekbone, leaning chest to chest as your body began to collapse into him. He held you steady, forever the one and only thing to truly support you. “They’re going to take you from me,” you sobbed, an onslaught of tears overcoming you. “Again,” you cried quietly, gasping for air.

The door opened, your heart skipping a beat at the intrusion, your mind going straight to the thought of the police. Your eyes landed on Miss Evers instead, confusion settling on you once again. She’d gotten what she wanted, hadn’t she? Why was she here now, to prove something? You wished you had the strength to question her, to say anything, but everything felt heavier and heavier as more time passed.

“Tell me,” James barked at her just as she’d closed and locked the door, “what in all creation is happening? Speak right this instant, and quickly.”

“The police are here,” Miss Evers explained, James grip on you tightening as you leaned onto him for support. He glanced down at you, worry glinting in his eyes as you just barely managed to look up at him.

“Darling,” he whispered, “what is happening? Are you ill?” A moment of silence passed as you tried to respond, your mouth opening but no words becoming audible. A moment of silence passed, the only action being James assessing you. Your words couldn’t seem to form, a burning spreading through your entire body. It was unlike anything you’d ever felt. You began to wonder yourself if you were somehow ill.

“It was supposed to be me!”

The maid across the room suddenly shrieked, desperation clouding her judgement as she flung her arms up in the air. “I was the one for you!” She sobbed, stumbling slightly as an expression of hurt formed upon her face. “I always loved you, and these women--they never did! They used you, and I always cared!” James eyes widened, shock coming across his features. He stared at the woman, contemplating her words.

“But you never saw,” the woman said sadly, her head hanging in shame before her face went emotionless. “And so I did the only thing I could.” She looked at him, dead in the eye, a type of malice suddenly overcoming her. “You’d be surprised how easy it was.” Her eyes settled upon your frame, your head moving slowly to get a glance at her. You stared, blinking rapidly as your vision faded in and out. You could barely comprehend what she was saying, but you felt as James’ breath quickened. It was taking all of your willpower to stay awake--you needed to, for James.

“What?” he stated, his voice deeper than you’d ever heard it, a rage within his eyes even you had never seen before as he stared at her. He was tense, as hard as a rock, glaring daggers at the woman who had seemingly betrayed him.

“I--,” Miss Evers hesitated, obviously intimidated by his fury, but decided to continue. “I’ve found that you have a secret stash of cyanide in the bar.” She faltered once again, her eyes shifting away from James and to the floor. “I wanted us to be together, and she-” she pointed at you, “-she was always in it for the money! They all are, all but me!” She burst into tears, falling onto her knees in hysterics. Your eyebrows furrowed as you racked your brain to gather all of the information. She poisoned you at the bar. You remembered brief flashbacks of the one tiny sip you’d taken of your previously forgotten drink.

James seemed to be shaking as he gently moved you to sit in a chair by the wall, turning away from you for only a moment. Your eyelids began to flutter as sleep beckoned you, visions of James’ movement around the room the only thing to hold your focus. A loud pop suddenly reverberated off of the walls as it rang out, causing you to sit up slightly from your slouched posture, your eyelids flying open to search for the source. James stood over the body of his betrayer, smoking gun resting within his palm.

You felt so weak, your thoughts jumbled, unable to focus on only one. Only now you knew it wasn’t just an overreaction. You’d only taken a mere sip of the drink from the bar, but you supposed now that it had been enough for the poison to go into effect. You wondered briefly how she’d gotten the cyanide into the drink in the first place, and exactly how much she had put in for it to have such a potent effect on your body.

Your eyes traveled to her corpse, and to the fresh blood splattered across the wall from the headshot. You blinked, barely registering what had just occurred before you. You were too dazed to process the incident, even if you understood what had occurred subconsciously. Relief was the only thing you felt; relief for one less thing to worry about standing between you and James.

Eyes shifting slightly to the left, you stared at the browning roses, the sweet old lady’s warning once again echoing, a distant memory brought to the surface of your mind. James crouched in front of you, suddenly the only thing in line of sight, his lips moving but you couldn’t hear his voice over your own in your head. The roses were dead. You left them on the floor. You betrayed them for--

You sprung up once again as a loud banging at the door shocked you back into your senses. James glanced briefly at the door before turning back to you quickly. He pulled you out of the chair, holding you up and close to his chest as he stroked your hair tenderly.

“James,” you just barely whispered as he shushed you.

“I know, darling,” He said reassuringly, pulling back to look into your eyes. “It’s all going to be okay, dear. It’ll all be over before you know it.” He smiled charmingly as you nodded weakly, holding tightly onto the cloth of his shirt to maintain stability. And you believed him in that moment, as he always seemed to find a way.

One way, or another.

You rested your head on his chest, closing your eyes as the pounding on the door increased. Or maybe it was the pounding in your head; at this point you couldn’t decipher what was real and what was just a figment of your imagination. Cold metal pressed against the skin of your temple, your brain too bleary to question it. Mere seconds passed as you contemplated moving, but suddenly it was as if everything had settled away. James’ warm body faded from your grasp.

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Your eyelids fluttered open, eyeballs moving back and forth as you tried to become familiar with your surroundings. You recognized the familiar room immediately, for it was your bedroom when you had first moved into the Cortez. You felt strange. Zen, almost, but maybe that was just because the pounding was gone. You felt... disconnected. It was the most out of touch with yourself you’d ever felt.

You climbed to your feet from the floor, thoughts running rampant at what was unknown to you. Where was James, how did you get here, how long had you been here, and why did you feel so cold? Flashes of what seemed to be both years ago and only moments ago clouded your mind, filling you with dread. Scenarios of what could be frightened you and sent you into a state of panic, pushing you forward.

Out of the room you went, through the quiet and empty halls, searching, searching, searching--no fixed destination ahead except something, anything, that could lead you to your James.

It seemed that days had passed before you finally found the lobby of the hotel. Navigation through the building was proving to be much more difficult than you remembered. Why was it taking so long?

The lobby was sparsely populated, unlike the usually crowded area that you were used to. You glanced around, noticing only a few people in the bar, the receptionist, and someone asleep on the sofas. Your feet carried you to the hotel entrance, pushing the first door open, the sunlight peeking through the opaque glass surprising you. If it was the daytime, then why was the hotel so empty? On ordinary occasions people came and went like flies; the Cortez was a hotspot in the city of Los Angeles, after all. Your hands reached out to push open the door to the outside, the metal handle of the door cool against your skin, and then suddenly nothing. In front of you was the door no longer; profound confusion coursing through you as you stared at the walls of your bedroom once again. You had been there one second, and in the next it was as if you had been teleported back in time.

And so the cycle repeated for what seemed like years; many times set adrift through the halls, eventually to the lobby where the sunlight no longer shone through the windows and unusually few people inhabited. You were reaching forward for the handle of the first door for what seemed to be the hundredth time, only to freeze at the call of your name from a familiar voice.

“Y/N.”

Your name sounded of honey dripping off his tongue. It was like hearing that voice for the first time again. All your worries deflated and anxieties subsided--for you had found your God once again. You turned to face him, to see his face--the face you had longed to see for what felt like years but may have been minutes. You still didn’t entirely understand the detachment from your body you felt; it was as if you no longer had a life source, no blood running course or lungs cycling air. You felt out of place and trapped at the same time.

Just as your hopes had soared, they plummeted at the sight of the bare lobby. Emptiness sat instead where you had expected James to be, crushing all sense of direction. You wanted to cry, to scream, to tear the hotel to shreds with your bare hands. But just before you gave up all hope completely, your eyes caught on the tiniest of details.

Barely noticeable, unless payed close attention to; unless already a prominent object in one’s mind. Small, dainty, white petals lay scattered in high correlation, leading on to an unknown but obviously specific destination. You treaded lightly as you followed the path closely, afraid any disturbance would somehow make them disappear.

Unease settled through you, possibly just a usual feeling as of late, but considerably appropriate when meeting the isolate hallways once again. You began questioning your sanity; was this just yet another repeat in the cycle? You’d been lost for so long, was this just another loop? What was the energy here, and why did it not feel like you and James’ beloved Cortez, the place you called home? You felt like you were stuck in a punishment of some kind; a purgatory; a hell.

And at last, you arrived; the room in which this cycle had began, or ended. The office of James Patrick March: Room sixty-four. You paused, contemplating, before making a bold decision and gripping the handle, opening the door and entering the room. There you stood in what was once James’ office, now empty of most furniture, only few items remaining. And there it remained: the vase on the table in the center of the room, petals leading straight to their source.

Inside sat the very white roses themselves, southern California glory and all. They looked just like the ones in that very first garden: huge, bright and beaming, petals spread with all the beauty and radiance of nature and purity. And just behind them stood their God; the master of the garden who held the utmost control in his realm. Your God, who’d saved you from hell; who’d broke all cycles.

The feeling you felt at sight of James did not fail to excite you just the same as it had on that first day years ago. Something about his presence next to yours soothed you, for you knew that he was still there, that he hadn’t been taken from you, that no matter what had happened you were still okay so long as he stood next to you.

You rushed forward and into him, basking in his embrace. His arms wrapped around you, but the challenge once again presented itself: an unignorably apparent absence of warmth. It’d been just before you’d first woken up what seemed like years, or maybe just hours ago, that you’d been in his embrace just the same, his warmth seeping into you and igniting your soul as you had faded in and out of consciousness. But now, you couldn’t feel it. You felt his body wrapped around yours, but nothing inflaming, the detachment from your own warmth just the same. It was missing, a shell of a comfort that used to always be present; something you had gotten entirely used to, for to be absent of warmth was to be dead...

You gasped, pulling away from James to look him in the eyes, the reality setting in and the drunkenness fading away. Your mind was becoming clear, all clarity suddenly bestowed upon you.

“James, are we...” you froze in panic, for it felt as if you didn’t have lungs, the normal rise and fall of the simplicity of breathing gone... the feelings of life were all gone...

And it clicked.

“James,” you whispered, your eyes tracing over the details of the room. The blood stains on the floor and walls were the only evidence of foul play left. You felt strange, for people didn’t normally expect to see the place of their death after the fact. Realizations settled over you as you stared at the room, just as you had initially when entering to warn James of the police, the truth of the events that had happened finally dawning upon you. In your poison-induced state of mind, it’d been hard to realize. You had been dying, the poison slowly but surely shutting your body down. You’d barely processed it when James had held the gun to your head and pulled the trigger, ending your pain.

“Yes, darling?” James replied to you, bringing you back to your conversation. You stared at him longingly. Although you didn’t entirely understand why you were still here, or the concept of the afterlife, you were glad to have James next to you. A moment of silence passed as you tried to pinpoint what you wanted to ask him exactly.

“I have so many questions,” you said, deciding to just speak your mind. You furrowed your eyebrows, blinking rapidly as you tried to sort out your thoughts. “I-I’m so lost, James.”

“Of course you are, dearest,” James said reassuringly, his hand brushing the stray hairs away from your face. He stared at you sadly. “I’m terribly sorry for all that happened, you must feel perplexed beyond understanding my dear.” He paused, his eyes traveling over your features as you stared up at him, listening intently. “This was simply my only choice, darling. You were succumbing to the poison’s grip long before I finished your pain. Miss Evers...” He trailed off, his jaw clenching tightly. “Nevermind that. I came to a conclusion upon the authorities’ arrival, and that was that if I was damned to be put away I might as well flee with you, my queen... it was the only right option.” He smiled down at you softly.

You smiled right back at him, your love for him the only warmth left inside of you now that you no longer had your body to call home. You basked in the feeling of being close to him as he pulled you to his chest, his lips leaving a soft kiss against your scalp. Even if you didn’t feel warmth, simply the love you had for him was enough. He tenderly stroked your back, calming your nerves. It amazed you how he could ease your mind so easily, if only just a little. However, you couldn’t shake your thoughts away. Sure, you could just let it all go, but the truth of the matter was simple.

Your entire life had been a cycle. A cycle of undeniable foolishness; you’d been ignorant of the truth for all of your living years. Oh, how it angered you. You hated something truly for what seemed like the first time in your life. You hated yourself; you’d let yourself believe false truths just to live in an illusion that you thought was happiness. You were naïve. And ultimately, that was what had ended you.

You’d ignored all warnings and left the roses to wilt, betraying the one thing that had always been on your side. You’d ignored all threats and committed yourself to making paradise in the land of the evil; it was simply impossible. The Garden of Eden wasn’t a place for the living. It was a place of freedom, and so long as you’re living, you can never truly be free. For in life, one threat always remains: death. You could never truly be protected. You could never truly have paradise.

But with James, in the Cortez, in the paradise he’d created for you... even death didn’t stand a chance. It was a gateway to greatness; a place where nothing truly stood in your way, where no threats were great enough. You couldn’t be harmed, or imprisoned, or separated here; you were finally utterly invincible; real Gods. Hell and Earth were no longer a threat. It was your true paradise that James had promised you.

Your Garden of Eden.

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pinkykitten · 4 years

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are you bored yet?

synopsis: with uncertainties in life you cant say for certain if you and fred being together is a good thing or bad thing. so many things are running through your mind as you spend watching the sunset with the love of your life, fred weasley.

pairing: fred weasley x female! reader (i swear im like obsessed w him i need therapy fr) words: 1,503 genre: fluff omg so much, romance, song based, writing challenge, one-shot

a/n: so this is based on the song are you bored yet by wallows. and this is for the writing challenge of @lunalovecroft. i had so much fun writing this and as u can tell im currently in a fred spiral and its out of control but idc tbh. he is so beautiful and yes he is invading my dreams every night. enjoy yall and hope u like also thnx for liking my recent fred drabble so much it means a lot to me and requests are open! ps i also tried to incorporate the words and meaning of the songs lyrics to the story hope that makes sense.

The ocean waves crashed against the soft, cool sand. It would simmer and relax, but then the pent up frustration mixed with wind would allow it to meet and kiss the earth.

The future always scared you. Somedays you looked forward to it and other days just the unknown was filled with anxiety. It was the feeling of not being able to control loss and love, happiness and sadness. You would find yourself some nights thinking about it, almost losing your mind.

The sun was setting so peacefully and beautifully. It was something so simple yet something so divine and of such importance. You had faith in the sun and space. Yes, everything around you may be changing and things might be going wrong but one thing was for certain was that the sun was going to rise and set every day, when the sun rises that will be your new chance at starting anew.

It was so peaceful. The smell of sea was so inviting and comforting. What was more comforting was how Fred let your head rest against his chest. The feeling of worn out cotton against your cheek, as you heard his heart beat almost at the same rhythm as yours. It was if you two were in perfect sync. The faint smell of cologne that Fred always used to try to impress you made you feel at home, along with a small smell of something unknown to you but only Fred had that smell. Maybe it was gingers own scent.

You sighed, relaxing.

“So, love, what do you think about the muggle world?” Fred asked, wiggling his brows like he was the man.

You looked up at his freckled face, from his chest, giggling, “You know I’ve been here before.”

Fred laid back down and enjoyed the moment with you. But something was eating you up inside. It was starting to bug you that everyone had a someone. Ron to Hermione. Harry to Ginny. You were starting to feel left behind in the crowd. Again with the uncertainty. Everyone was with their soulmate and you felt lonely.

You didn’t realize Fred was eyeing you this whole time you had this battle in your head. He could tell something was off. “What’s wrong?”

You very much disliked confrontation so you pretended to fall asleep.

“I saw you were awake Y/N,” Fred sat up. He was patiently, quietly waiting for your answer.

You sat up, kicking your feet against the peak you two were sitting on. The warmness from the sun making you smile just a bit. “I wish we didn’t have to leave. That we could sit here for the rest of our lives.”

Fred chuckled, scooting closer to you and resting his head against your shoulder. Something sparked within you at the contact. You could feel his breath on your neck, feeling the hair stand up on its own. You leaned your head against his and sighed once again.

“I wish I could sit here with you forever too sweetheart. But unfortunately we’re really not supposed to be here and I bet some muggles would find us and we’d be toast.” Fred kissed your knuckles.

You distanced yourself away from him, worrying Fred with wide eyes. You couldn’t bear the physical connection you two had and not have something from it. Yes, you and Fred were friends but you were wanting more than that. You yearned for more than that. “There is just so much on my mind,” you said quietly. You can tell you hurt Fred’s feelings but you needed to know what Fred was doing to you. Why did he kiss your hands? Why did he want to be with you daily? You needed support, something stable in your life.

“Feels like I've known you my whole life I can see right through your lies,” Fred was worried seeing you so distant.

He was right. He knew you in and out. He knew when you were okay and when you were not. You leaned back, “I like this guy and I’m afraid he doesn’t like me.”

“That’s bonkers! Who wouldn’t like you Y/N?” Fred tried not to grit his teeth at his jealousy. This man was so lucky.

“I’m afraid Fred. I don’t know if he’ll feel the same way and when we get older will he still feel the same way about me? There is so much to think about. What if something happens to him? I would fall apart, I would be living in fear and paranoia.” You clenched your fists.

“Wow, you do really love this man?”

You huffed as you looked into Fred’s eyes for a split second, hoping he would get the hint. “I do, I really do.”

Fred was silent. He was playing with his fingers. He usually had always something to say, seeing him like this was odd.

“If you could tell me how you're feeling,” you held Fred’s hand.

“I don't know where we're going But I'd like to be by your side,” Fred blurted out. You gasped as you took your hands away and held onto to your skirt, holding in your breath. “I can’t go on living knowing I didn’t at least try to stop you from being with that other guy. I know you love him Y/N but I love you. I can’t do this anymore. Kiss only your cheek when I want to kiss your lips so bad. I can’t make believe that every time you hold my hand I don’t feel a spark. Or when you come to my room every time you have a nightmare. When we cuddle, how I carry you on my back. I can’t make believe that those things don’t affect me. I can’t keep putting this wall between us and making believe we’re not something worth fighting for. Tell you the truth baby, I’m smitten with you. I’m so madly in love with you.”

Your lips trembled as tears fell down your cheeks. Fred couldn’t help himself and also found himself emotional, wiping his tears with his jumper sleeve. Nobody knew what to do. “Why are you crying love?” Fred whispered.

“Because the man that I was referring to and talking about was you Fred,” you said with tear soaked lips. The wind carried your tears away. “I love you Fred Weasley.”

You both were knew in this territory of love. Love that you would sacrifice everything and risk more. Love that was unconditional. It was awkward the air funnily.

“So are we more than friends then? Like boyfriend and girlfriend?” Fred was so shy. You both just confessed your loves for each other, nobody knew what to do. You both were just friends for so long.

“When we get old, will we regret this?” You asked, bashfully.

“I will never in my whole existence ever regret meeting you and being your love. No matter what tough trials come, I know I will always be by your side.”

“I will forever love you Fred. There is not one person on this world I love more than you. I’m so grateful I was sent to Hogwarts because you’re my favorite person.” You gave a small, genuine smile. “Maybe we'd get through this undefeated Holding on for so long.”

In one swift moment, Fred’s lips came crashing down against yours. It was with such passion and fire. Like Fred was preparing his whole life for this one spectacular moment. His lips moved against your and you couldn’t help but deepen the kiss by running your fingers through his orange locks and pushing him more towards you. You wanted everything he got.

Fred pushed you back and wrapped his warm hands on the back of your neck. Your hands fell to his collar and you clutched onto it with all your might. You felt you might explode. Fred went from your lips to smothering you in kisses all over your face. You heard his laugh and saw his toothy smile but it was better because his freckled covered cheeks were such a cute pink. He was blushing the whole time. Fred kissed your nose and you and him laughed together, simply in love. He leaned his head against you for one moment and leaned back in his spot on the cliff.

You were out of breath and stunned. Did that just happen? You were so happy it did. You sat there surprised by the amazing kiss, touching your lips and feeling them sting a little from the contact. It was incredible. The best sensation of your life.

Fred saw you the whole time, smirking. He coughed to get your attention and your eyes traveled up to see the most amazing view. He was leaning back, his lean neck resting back against his shoulders as his adams apple bobbed. But what got you choked up was his lips were plump and wet from your twos make out session. His skin was flawless with his freckles and his eyes were bright and light from the sunsetting. The sun’s rays hit his face just perfectly to make him look like a prince. Like he came down from heaven. You were so dumbfounded at how a man could look this beautiful and handsome.

Fred smirked as he bit his lip, winking, wanting to tease you, “I don’t know if you wanna get out of here or maybe go get a bite together as I’m your new boyfriend. I mean 'Cause we could stay at home and watch the sunset But I can't help from asking, Are you bored yet?"

a/n: ive been listening to this song on repeat and know its in my head and i just want to make an edit of fred for this song cuz he is so bf material. thnx for all the love and support stay safe guys and tysm.

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macklives · 4 years

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session 92 end (bye 413...)

this session was so long but so fucking hectic what the fuck

im going to try and slim it down to its bare essentials rather than go on a full rant because im pretty sure i want to make a post later on about vriska’s characterisation (not anything about me liking her/disliking her, just an analyse on her life really, so it wont be too bias because thats not the point of an analysis. i also want to do one on aradia, been meaning to for a while... hmm... damn i havent done much analogies lately, and i THINK the last long post on a character i made was about davesprite??? so its been a fucking while. that being said, ill leave a lot of details out for this end of session notes so i dont just repeat myself later on. rather will keep to plot points here and then make character points in another)

alright

first we had a page or two where aradia confided in nepeta about her being dead which means nepeta is the only one to know this revelation. im pretty sure aradia confided because there was no other way around it, since nepeta was her server player, so it was inevitable. either way, aradia still put her trust in nep, which means, if you think about it, nobody else knows and nobody else ever will. and considering aradia asked nep to keep it a secret, it probably wont get explored by others until MAYBE later on, whenever its plot relevant, so everyone will be in the dark about it for a while which ill have to remember for future dialogue and scenes with aradia in them

then we met vriska

which, yes, is a meme. i may not have been on a lot of fandom platforms, but you cant escape some of the stuff that goes around the internet. even if you dont know undertale, im pretty sure you know of sans. or komaeda if you have/havent seen danganronpa. its just.. the memes, ya know? ive heard from many sources of the “vriska did nothing wrong” quote (even through mbmbam which??? WHAT) but since i didnt even know what it meant, i never explored it so then i never knew it was a homestuck thing. imagine my surprise...... i think even at the time, i wouldnt have known what homestuck was either honestly so it wouldnt even matter. i only recently learned about the fandom.... uhh, maybe half a year ago??? yeah, august, so my knowledge was slim but vriska is a thing ive heard before, which still shocks me

goddammit

anyways back to her

so her intro was something, we pretty much found out she likes DnD (a FANATIC in fact) and feeds her lusus the flesh of living trolls. which is fucked up. but i wont get too much into detail about that until i make a post about her life on alternia and the consequences of such. or maybe just alternia in general...?? or *both* heheheh but i feel i need more information before i go off on a tangent about that

then we met??? white text dude?? who is a major asshole but an asshole with insults that hURted, to think i felt bad for VRISKA when that happened. woah.

i said before, but... karkat, he cant really hit deep because his insults are just HIM and his way to express himself. like some people find it natural to just go “FUCK YOU” to show emphasis on a point, and thats just karkats way. he may do it so aggressively that it takes you a second to realize what he said, but usually i dont take anything to heart whenever he spurts out some insults. ive progressed to the point where whatever he says, is just “karkat” and not him trying to be actively mean. rather, its now funny whenever he does say anything SOMEWHAT creative, dude has an imagination that goes on for miles

but vriska?? she IS trying to be a bully, you can tell. but i feel theres something much more to that. like shes trying to prove herself and her “blueblooded” demeanours or whatever the hierarchy is. she doesnt want to show emotions so she makes herself a barrier by being mean is what i can gather from her conversation with kanaya. im pretty sure youre not supposed to understand her until its pointed out and rather see her as an “antagonist” at first, but yeah, her insults are more pitiful than anything and i also cant take her too seriously. i may not like her as a person but her character is interesting because you cant always have the goodie two shoes as the protags. it doesnt diversify the characterisation so i like vriska as someone who makes the plot work and it becomes more interesting since you have someone that makes it harder for the main crew to progress. a happy-go-lucky adventure with no trouble and no turnabouts would be boring in a way. so having a character like vriska, or like this new white text guy, it makes you stop for a second and realize oh shit okay, here’s where shit CAN go wrong and WHY. and i do especially like it when these bastards of characters somehow have more depth than being the “bastard characters”. kinda humanizes them in a way. doesnt mean you have to LIKE them continuously, but theyre humans (trolls whatever) in the end and every person has their own story whether its for better or for worse

for example, i like her being placed into the story, along with white text, by how its all leading to this “accident” and is slowly showing us hints on what happened, but in the end, it wont be until later that we know the full story. even if it was in the past, it apparently is very vital to the plot and shapes how the characters act in the future, so important aspects like that are to look out for. and usually they only occur when theres been some trouble within friend dynamics. so without these bastard of characters, plot wouldnt grow AS strong and i often keep that in mind when i explore a story.

anyways, I HAD A POINT TO THIS: so vriska and karkat are characters who are yes, mean, but it seems to be their personality, and the way they either show emotions and convey feelings (karkat) or make a barrier so they DONT show emotions to produce vulnerability (vriska), white text guy seems to mostly be out to be an asshole. he told vriska she was useless to sum it up but im not too sure if this is one of those “first dialogue” to mould out a bias opinion before we even get to the character themselves, but judging by how vriska and karkat played out, he surely means something bad and i dont know how to explain it. but i cannot base anything off from one piece of dialogue. i dont even know what else to call him other than white text guy so...... ill just leave that out for now, until we finally get his introduction

though, i do wish to mention, and will expand on, im not wrong when i say karkat and vriska are similar but in different context. sorry if youre favourite is karkat and you dont like vriska, or vice versa, but uhhhh their introductions are so similar its uncanny and the way they’re portrayed is the same except one is more on crack about the meddling, while the other is angry about the meddling. similar to how it was with karkat, we were introduced to vriska talking with someone we knew (tavros) whom she obviously didnt like, so obviously, from her point of view, she wanted to be menacing. like how karkat was menacing to jade because she wouldnt listen to his point... he got angry, so he lashed out. but us, the readers, didnt know that. we thought “oh god its this asshole” until we made it further in the story and started to warm up to karkat. it may not be the same with vriska, she may be a bully regardless, but you cannot tell me we moulded a bias towards her character as we did when we first read karkat. theyre both truly mean to other people, maybe both for different reasons, but i do want to point out the similarities and not leave that out. im pretty sure andrew basically gave us a conversation that formed our opinion of a character right off the bat rather than go into depth of WHY they did it, and how they are naturally without the conditions of the game. which, you can also see with vriska when she conversed with kanaya. andrew started off with a character who only appears to speak once, and makes you judge them from first appearance alone, without any explanation as to why they said what they said and how they are with other characters, let says. so you assume they were simply a rude character. now look how karkat turned out. so im guessing in homestuck, the first impression should never be the opinion you stick with until MAYBE 5 more conversations with that character (each one different)

OKAY done with the vriska introduction, now to slutquius

yes, hes kinda weird, i have stated that many times. i have no idea what to say about him other than he likes porn, he likes centaur dick which just so happens to be his lusus as well and if that isnt a red flag idk what is

he also likes his lusus milk, right from the udders of his guardian

fun times, fun times

my opinion of equius kinda.. differs. which i should really put in place the “dont judge by first impression” rule, because at first i thought he was rude with, then i thought he was hhh okay, because i understood why he was being so protective over nepeta and her team placement, since the people she was going to play with WERE dangerous. but if you think about it, both sides will probably put you in danger. it just depends on which ones you confide in more to protect your back rather than those which would cause trouble on purpose, in my HONEST opinion. so equius was a little overdramatic on that part, but i got what he meant. he was on the blue team and he didnt want to leave nepeta alone without him on the red. but then this session happened. and he went back to being weird again because of the whole porn thing, especially being so open about it like dude chill youre 13. but the thing is, then i felt bad for him because hes basically touch starved. to say that he could break anything he touches, i doubt people would go up to him for hugs. in fear they would be crushed to death by a simple hug. so im guessing hes rather lonely and doesnt really know how to interact because of this. so i felt sad that he had to live a life where he needs to be careful of everything he touches so it doesnt break randomly. see? poor dude. but then things got weird. and im pretty sure hes a masochist. so my opinion on equius is a fucking cosine graph

which brings us to the final point:

gamzee and equius’ conversation

i dont even know.....like.........gamzee was unaware that equius was using him for his own power play roleplay, right? gamzee knew it was a roleplay but it had had some.. idk.... obvious sexual implications? and i bet gamzee didnt really know that? he thought they were only venting out through a simple roleplay and trying to get closer because he originally thought equius hated him, considering equius flat out said “i hate you” and gamzee went “you tell me everyday and im okay with that” so.. gamzee probably wanted only to get closer to equius so he helped out his little problem which.. thats so sweet but i feel bad he was coerced into something he didnt get, especially since he was innocent enough to go along without knowing equius’ true gain

anyways, equius was getting off with the hierarchy thing. considering he’s “lower” than gamzee, and gamzee is surprisingly ...high on the spectrum??? so equius wanted gamzee to boss him around, because it felt only natural to him since he’s the “inferior one” and gamzee is The Big Man. like i get that, but it was written in a way that was so uncomfortable, that i wish i didnt. equius is just a weird character... hes not BAD per say, but hes... hes something alright

but im really liking gamzee. the two things which struck me in that one conversation, was the “i dont get why we should dictate people by the colour of their blood, i just see people as people” piece of dialogue and “i cant go around pleasing just everything so its alright if you hate me”

thats... so good, idk. i really liked that. i also really liked when kanaya said “youre dangerous but dangerous people are needed and are important because it shapes you” like <33 my fucking heart

god homestuck may be a tad on the weird side with some of its characters but it surely knows how to create great lines of dialogue

and that concludes the long 4 hour session i did, hope you all enjoyed it

with that, i rest

#homestuck #homestuck liveblog #hs92 #hs92 end #i wrote more than i should have but i had a lot to say #just you wait for those analogy/analysis posts

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genius11rare · 4 years

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Chit Chat 111620 11-16-20

Chitchat 111620 with Jack Michael Jeremys Chair and the disembodied voice of alfredo (no he left after set up immediately , never heard him) id put “keep reading” if i knew how for this sorry

Jack: hi im jack with my friends michael and Spearow the dragon (jeremys not here , theres a spyro … pillow i think on his chair).. So we made the mistake of doing 2 minecrafts backtoback and it ended like 20 minutes ago then like “oh yeah we have other stuff we need to set up before”… Michael: yeah this isnt so much a chitchat it is just a chit not really time for a chat. Jack: how about we chit about recapping extralife? It went really well thank you everyone who watched and contributed, trying to get chat up right now…. Cuz we got Chit trying to get the Chat as well… this is the 4th year in a row we raised over 1 million$ , and were having some auctions for charity. Up for auction: 3D printed gen lock heads , pictures of the Spooky Hour (Gen Notes i thought they were done with that?) , the jon risinger bob ross segment painting , some f*face hats , some wood and glass sculptures (jeremy comes back during around this) … and gratz to jeremy for urinating and coming back *on time* Jeremy: hey my bathroom is a few steps from here… that whole time was spent peeing Oooohhhh better. Jack: michael , jeremy got anything to say about whats happened recently. Michael: no uh…. Just recovering… Jeremy: oh that was hard to watch michael. Jack: oh i have this picture i posted on twitter of fiona milking gavin…. Spraying milk into his eyes , sounds weird when i phrase it like that see if i can post it. Fiona somehow got both eyes in one shot , none in the mouth (the goal) just eyes. If you don't know the context it looks like hes spraying milk from his head like some kind of anime demon… then the paintballs happened…. Usually with paintballs theyve been going a while and theyve calmed down , that time it was new compressors and we JUST started using them for michael and gavin (Michael: “they” as in the paintballs themselves , theyve calmed down) yeah so that time they still had a lot of OOMPF and it was like getting kicked in the head over and over. Michael: no that's good , kick me in the head all you want. I went second just so i could tell how bad it hurt , so i knew where to hit gavin to make it hurt the most… immediately flipped on it like “he doesnt deserve this” and shot the face (which hurt the least) as much to spare him… i did do a few tummy shots but still. Jack: the crotch was also a good spot cuz of the cockblocker… problem is if you missed they go left or right into your thigh Michael: the thigh and stomach hurt the most … our thighs are black Jeremy: were also doing the vinyl Jack: oh yeah we reached our goal and putting AH the musical on a vinyl , plus a new song with Fiona ive been working with her trying to get the tone and everything (Gen notes im gonna guess its there so Still in the Air isnt…) … Jeremy wanna say what you offered up? Jeremy: yeah were doing the AH rap version 2 (Gen notes either A. a version with the rest of “The B Team” to have verses , or B. redoing it without HIM) , been working on a beat for it … ive written one verse mine so far (Gen notes , think its option B then) but i feel like its a little TOO mean so i may dial it back down a bit … the plan is shorter verses but more people , so hopefully Myself , michael gavin , Jack , Fiona , the twins , Matt , Lindsay and MAYBE a verse where the support room jump in one bar at a time , still in the works. Jack: yeah you guys DEMOLISHED goals, chads daughter she is so sweet… she saved up chore money and wanted to donate it all of her own , she wasn't convinced to she just wanted to donate 20$ which just broke everyone - well chad and i , caiti held it together, so we asked the audience to match her 20$... over the course of 10 minutes that 20$ became 65000$... we broke extralife we legit broke their intake of donations. We also had 2 people there who if we needed to hand something to someone wed give it to them , theyd “baptize” it as covid precaution then give it to whoever. Michael: except cloth they were like “you touch cloth you own it” … was like i could walk away with a lot of things right here , this towel? This towels done (Jack: you just going around grabbing curtains) … (start paraphrasing) we always want extralife to be like the best show ever cuz its for a good cause , but then this year we were like “how would we even pull it off”... i don't think 2020 extralife couldve gone better given everything (end paraphrasing) “fave extralife 2020 moment” Jack: my thing… Chad James is a freaking beast and towards the end the last segment we did was called the sweet and sour hour where caiti would do something nice and chad would get punished … it ended up getting stacked so we started doing some at once. At one point Chad is on the pummelhorse which is an elastic band that hits you in the undercarriage , chelsea was there with a leg wax remover , then we had cody from code 4 which is our compliance officer with hand sanitizer. So Blaine pummelhorses chad , chelsea leg waxes him and then cody sprays him with the antiseptic (michael: in his eyes… Gen Notes i mean hes probably kidding but idk it seems possible) … chads on the pummelhorse weeping and Blaines ALREADY spinning the wheel. Michael: its funny , theres so much stuff that happened and not just the segments i was there for , but a simple delight getting chad to eat that whole pickle … he was just saying “i cant do it ill throw up” and i just kept repeating “youu can dooooo iit...”... gave me some enjoyment since i was there basically to get slapped around , but in between i made chad eat a pickle Jack: so jeremy you have a fave moment? I know you were there for the solo stream section - oh i forgot about DJ JAAWNK how could i that was a blast Jeremy: yeah i was listening to most of the solo streamer section , i know Kdin had a thing where she gathered a bunch of people to do among us and it was fun…. For a certain donation amount they would just launch john mace into space , theyd just call a meeting and get him… Matt joined me playing spyro and i had the Gold Chonky spyro mods on , and if people donated enough wed spin a wheel that me or him would have to do.. We had to spin it like 15 times , and alot of them were “have to hold the controller upsidedown” which is a monstrosity… and twice it was me put a blindfold on and matt would have to direct me through the level. I panicked A LOT cuz you could HEAR the enemies shooting at and coming at you but i didn't know where … it was like a live Matt and Jeremy do something - your welcome sarah! (Michael: you did do something… Spearow… Spearowmint gum) so first were doing SPiderman Miles Morales PS4 edition cuz i don't have a PS5! Everyones talking about how they're sold out so the most ive done was when i was shopping for ovens i was like “lemme peruse the playstation aisle” didn't see one and went guess im not getting one… Jack: are they even selling them in person or is it just online… Michael: i know game stop is selling them , they're sold out but i know they were selling them.... Think most stores waiting for black friday to get them in store… i want one but im not going to a store on black friday , ill play fall guys if i want to get trampled Jack: oh yeah someone mentioned the ChungeScwa heist is coming we reached that goal Michael: fiona said i could be there, i asked can i help and she said something like “plz help , cuz otherwise it wont happen.” ive also offered doing a 50 turn mario party even though it wasn't a goal cuz we didn't even do last years so now wed owe 2 for 2021 assuming we can make that happen. Jack: cant you do a 100 turn mario party is that a thing? Michael: no 50 is the most , ive contemplated maybe we combine them into one game and scores carry over but it might be upsetting if im ahead by 9 stars after 50 turns and then it just becomes a 4 hour victory lap so its probably better to do 2 of them… we were about to do one in april we were planning on shooting it in april but then SOMETHING came up idk what it was … it just kept coming up for 7 months… Jeremy: and they don't stop coming and they don't stop coming… oh if were going to show my PS4 screen lemme show how much a loser i am…. Jack: you got a platinum in bug snax?!?!? Jeremy: yuuuppppp!!!

#gen notes #for later #text #backed up #chit chat #AH #achievement hunter #jeremy dooley #ah jeremy #index #my post #november 2020 #idk what else to tag #keep reading #well would if could #chitchat

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bae-b-8-imagines · 6 years

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The Kissing Game - Poe Dameron x Reader

Author’s Note: Hello everybody! Here is another fic I wrote based off of this game that us exchange students play at parties. It’s a little weird and I am not sure how I feel about it, but I thought I would post it any way. Stay Gold!

Warnings: None

Word Count: 1,600+

You bit your bottom lip and looked at the person you had just finished making out with. One more planet off your list. There was a game that had been traveling around base everyone tried to participate in. It most often occurred when everyone was partying and a little bit drunk after a job well done.

The rules were simple:

1. Kiss somebody

2. You gain their Planet.

3. No repeats.

4. Whoever gets the most wins.

It was a fun way to get to know people on base, and keep track of where people were from. But you were a very competitive person. One of your close friends, Jessika had made a bet with you. The both of you wanted to see who could collect the most planets. And right now? You were winning.

—-

“It’s just that now that everyone knows the bet we made nobody wants to help out.” Jessika whined.

You smirked and looked at her from across the table, “I don’t seem to be having any problems.”

She looked above your head at someone passing behind you. You looked over your shoulder to see it was probably the only person other than General Organa that you hadn’t made out with while drunk. Poe Dameron. And if you had had it your way you would’ve given up the whole game just to be able to kiss him.

You turned around and sighed while pouring your powder into a tray of water, stirring it to create the small roll you would be eating with your soup.

Jessika raised her eyebrow, “No problems? I’ve already got Yavin IV, so looks like I’m ahead of you in at least one area.”

“Yeah, yeah, whatever.” You scoffed, trying to make it seem like you didn’t care.

She gave a sympathetic look, “Hey we’re having a party tonight cause we haven’t had anything to celebrate recently. Maybe you’ll get him there.”

You shrugged your shoulders, all you could do was hope.

—-

That evening you were nervous. You had never felt that way before a party like this. It was always excitement. You knew you looked good, you knew someone would want to kiss you that night, but you didn’t want just anyone to kiss you tonight. And you wanted to make sure that he knew it wasn’t just for the stupid game you and Jessika were playing. Instead of your normal attire, you decided to dress a bit more modestly. You didn’t want all the attention tonight.

When you walked into the bar room people were already drunk. Jessika ran up to you and threw her arm around your shoulder.

“Y/N! You - you’re finally here.” She slurred, you could smell the drink that was on her lips.

You nodded in response. Your brain was too occupied trying to find Poe. Unfortunately he was nowhere to be found. That was odd, normally he loved coming to events like these, it took everyone’s mind off of the war right outside. He was the life of the party, he made sure everyone was having a good time.

“Have you seen Poe?” You asked without looking at your friend.

She stumbled back a little bit, luckily not far because she fell into another pilot who was on a different Squadron. The drink she was holding spilled a little bit over her hand, and as if she had just remembered it was there she took a huge gulp from the cup.

“POE? No, I don’t think he ever arrived. Don’t worry about him though, come PARTY!” She threw her hands up in the air and swayed her hips slightly to the music.

You knew that it may have been stupid to leave the party just for him, but you wanted to make sure that he was ok. Poe and you had been friends since the beginning. You had had feelings for him since then as well, you thought he didn’t feel the same way so you never acted on said feelings. And while maybe yeah you did want to have a fun time tonight, you also knew you should go check on your friend.

“I’m gonna go Jessika,” You said and then turned to the pilot standing behind her, “Keep an eye on her?”

He nodded. You turned around and left the bar, relieved to have a breath of some fresh air. The base was quiet, everyone was at the party, which meant the once busy hallways were now empty, lights dimmed, and the only sound was distant music from the room you had just left. As you turned the corner toward the dormitories you stopped as you heard talking. At first you couldn’t make out who it was, and then you realised it was Poe and the General.

“You never really know how another person feels unless you ask them.” She stated.

“I know, but with this game that’s been going on it just seems like I would be another planet off her list. It wouldn’t mean anything to her, and she would never know that that kiss would mean everything to me.” Poe responded.

What game? Who was he talking about? Jessika, you, another girl playing along? The whole base was in on it so there was no way of really knowing.

Leia cut in, “Have you ever thought maybe she feels the same way? I know you don’t mean to, but you have done your fair share of flirting with other people here on base. Maybe that’s why nothing has happened between you two. She’s too scared to approach you, and you’re too scared to approach her.”

No response.

“Alright, well I should make an appearance, even if you decide not to. Sleep well Poe, and tell BB-8 that I said hello.” You heard her footsteps nearing you.

You didn’t know what you should do to get away, you didn’t want to be caught listening in on their, very much personal, conversation. There was a potted plant at the corner of the room quickly you ran behind it and hid, hoping not to be found by the General. Just to your luck she noticed. Why did she always have to notice?

“Y/N? Is that you behind the plant?” She asked with an amused grin on her face.

You quietly stepped out from behind the pot. You played with the watch on your wrist and looked down at your shoes not wanting to admit to anything.

“What were you doing back there, shouldn’t you be at the party?” She questioned.

You looked up, “I’m actually feeling a bit tired tonight, and- and I was worried about Poe. He’s not there and I wanted to come check up on him.”

She nodded her head in a knowing way. A way that reminded you of your mother when you were a young girl. It brought a type of warmth into your heart to remember that.

“Well I just finished talking to him. He’s in his quarters, you should go talk to him.” She stated, a gleam in her eye that you couldn’t quite describe.

You slowly started to make your way back over to the hallway, but were interrupted by the General one last time.

“Oh, and Y/N. Be honest about your feelings with him.” She whispered.

You blushed slightly and made your way to his door. You knocked quietly, and before you knew it Poe was standing there in his sleepwear. He looked exhausted and a bit down trodden. Nothing unfamiliar to Resistance fighters, but definitely something you didn’t see often in Poe.

“Y/N, shouldn’t you be at the party?” He asked rubbing his face.

You didn’t want to explain yourself again so you were very direct with your answer, skipping out on nothing.

“Poe. I was worried about you. I didn’t want to go to the party because I am done with the stupid Kissing Game. I don’t want to kiss one more person unless it’s you. And before you say anything no it’s not just because I would win if I finally kissed someone from Yavin IV. It’s because I love you. I have loved you since I first joined the resistance. I haven’t wanted anyone else but you since then. And any of those other guys I kissed were just drunken nonsense. I love you, and I heard you talking with General Organa just now. You were talking about some girl, and if it’s not me that’s ok, but I just need you to know that I. Love. You.” You rushed.

Poe stood there speechless. Nothing came out of his mouth for what seemed like forever. WIth each passing second your cheeks turned a darker shade of red. You felt so vulnerable, and didn’t know what to do. You had just expressed every emotion you felt toward this man, and he had the nerve to not respond. Before you knew it there were tears welling up in your eyes. Your mind was racing a mile a minute and of every possible scenario that you thought could come from saying that, this was by far the worst.

“Ok.” You whispered looking down at the ground so he wouldn’t see your tears falling, “I understand. I guess I’ll see you in the hangar tomorrow.”

Just as you began to turn Poe grabbed your wrist.

“Y/N wait.” He said quietly.

As you turned your head up he left a small kiss along your lips. Your hands were intertwined and it was gentle. Pure. Soft. But it spoke words. It was a kiss that said I love you too. One that reciprocated all of the feelings you had let out. One that asked you to stay.

And you did.

#poe dameron #poe x reader #poe dameron x reader #poe dameron x you #poe x you #star wars #fanfiction

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fukuronamidrafts · 4 years

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Suna Rintaro did not know how to respond when his best friend, Miya Osamu, had confessed to him earlier today after their graduation ceremony. Comebacks and witty remarks usually came easy to Rintaro, but matters of the heart are an entirely new thing for him. Not that he had a hard time showing his sincere emotions, he just did not know how to accept such feelings even though he felt the same way for him for quite a long time now. The culprit was his own doubts and pessimism towards himself.

"You don't.. have to give me an answer right away. I’d be willing to wait." Osamu had said when he saw the hesitation on Rintaro's face. This was much appreciated, as he needed the time to properly think without getting carried away by his emotions.

Rintaro was sprawled out on his bed, hand hovering over his phone's keyboard, trying to think of a proper reply. Tens of minutes have passed and he was still staring at Osamu's chat box, the message line ticking as if beckoning him to finally confess that he reciprocated his feelings and he also wanted to be more than friends. However, doubts once again clouded his mind. He knew to himself what kind of person he is, and he feared that he was not the one who could truly make Osamu happy. Thoughts were loud in his head once more as he debated with himself.

Osamu was pacing around his room, fidgeting with his phone. Dammit. Maybe I shouldn't have confessed. I definitely should not have confessed. What if this ruins our friendship? His thoughts were interrupted when his phone suddenly made a notification sound. With sweaty, shaking hands, he peeked at his phone, scared to face the reality of reading Rintaro's reply. He breathed in and out to calm himself before he opened the message that Rintaro sent. It was a song. Curiously, he pressed play. As the song played, he wondered why Rintaro would suddenly just send a song recommendation after everything that happened that day. It was only when the chorus hit when he understood Rintaro’s intention for sending the song;

If you could you keep it together

For a moment in time

Then you'd see that I'd be

Your excuse for a lover

Your own mountain to climb

You would see

As he heard those lyrics, he felt a pang in his chest. Osamu got the message that Rintaro was trying to say. It pained him to know that the person he loved thought of himself as a challenge, as a person who is hard to love. This was the reason for Rintaro's hesitation. Instead of discouraging Osamu however, this just made him all the more determined to prove that he loves Rintaro as he is, flaws and all.

It took him a while to think of how to reply to Rintaro. Once he made up his mind, he was confident that his message would get through. It's now or never, 'Samu. he thought to himself. With a nervous hand, he pressed send.

Rintaro was just staring at the ceiling, thoughts racing, when his phone vibrated. A smile formed itself on his face when he saw that he was replied to with a song as well.

I'd like to walk around in your mind someday

I’d like to run and jump on your solitude

You say you just want peace and to never hurt anyone

You see the end before the beginning has ever begun

I would disturb your easy tranquillity

I'd turn away the sad impossibility of your smile

I'd sit there in the sun of the things I like about you

I'd sing my songs and find out just what they mean to you

He listened intently and the smile on his face grew.

It was Osamu saying that he wanted to be part of his life. It was a stubborn love letter ensuring him that despite everything Rintaro thought about himself, he'd still want to be by his side through it all. It was a warm, beautiful welcome into his embrace. Message received.

II.

"So there's this new song I discovered the other day," Osamu looked at Rintaro who was excitedly going through his phone's music library, searching for the new-found song, "and I think you'd love it."

They had just finished a simple picnic in a secluded area of the nearby park, and were lying down on a blanket spread across the grass. Hours were spent just talking about anything and everything. Both were so engrossed in their conversation that neither realized that the moon had already started to brightly shine upon them. Even if they had already been dating for 2 years, they never ran out of things to talk about.

"Ah, found it." Rintaro exclaimed. "Here," he offered the left side of his earphones to Osamu who lovingly took it and placed it in his ear. As the song started to play, Rintaro rested his head on Osamu's chest, one ear listening to the song, the other listening to his love's heartbeat. The way the soft instruments formed its harmony made it a magical kind of song. Osamu wrapped his arms around Rintaro, who in turn smiled as he felt secure being in his embrace.

Sit down beside me and stay a while

Let our hearts do their parts

With wine and words to meet the hours

So the day never starts

Cause that's what I want

That's what we need

Sit down beside me and stay awhile

Till we're old and grey

Till we've got nothing left to say

Osamu stared up at the night sky with a content smile on his face. The stars seemed to sparkle a bit brighter that night. All he wanted was to remain in this moment of pure bliss, holding the love of his life tight in his arms, relishing in the melody of the song softly playing through shared earphones. Osamu would not mind it if the night went on forever and tomorrow never came.

III.

It has been almost a week since there was tension between the two of them. An argument over some trivial matter had turned into a full-on petty fight in which Rintaro kept deflecting, or at least in Osamu's point of view. They were no stranger to arguments, but recently Rintaro was so volatile and Osamu felt it without a doubt. "Why're you even bringing that up when that ain't even the issue at hand, Rin?" Osamu raised his voice a bit too much, which Rintaro rolled his eyes at. "You just really don't get it, do you? What I'm trying to say is that you don't even try to understand me sometimes." Rintaro said in irritation, giving up on trying to make Osamu see his point. He hated leaving an argument unfinished, feeling as if it's a loss on his part, but he really just had no energy to talk any longer.

Before Osamu could retort, he got his jacket and keys and stormed out of their shared apartment, loudly slamming the door to make sure that Osamu knew that he was still frustrated even if he was the first one to back down in the argument.

It has almost been a week since that fight. Osamu couldn't bear the cold atmosphere anymore. When Rintaro had left him alone in their apartment the night of the fight, he took the time to mull things over especially Rintaro's words which rang in his mind over and over. Upon realizing what Rin was trying to get through to him, he immediately tried to think of a way to fix things.

Rintaro had his eyes closed as he was on the train ride home to their apartment, tired from the exhausting volleyball practice. His phone vibrated signaling that he received a new message. With eyes still closed, he brought out his phone to see what it was, and his face soured seeing that it was a message from Osamu. He opened it anyway. It was a link to a song. Rintaro rolled his eyes at this, but he was also eager to listen to the song.

He was awfully tired and wanted to sleep in silence but he knew that in their relationship, sharing of songs was an act of love and was always more than they seemed. The volleyball player put on his earphones and pressed play on the unfamiliar song. He focused on the lyrics;

I'm sorry

Two words I always think

After you're gone

When I realize, I was acting all wrong

So selfish

Two words that could describe

Oh, actions of mine

When patience is in short supply

We don't need to say goodbye

We don't need to fight and cry

Oh, we, we could

Hold each other tight, tonight

He gave a small laugh. Such a cheesy move, he thought. Yet he smiled all the way home with the song on repeat.

"Is this really your way of trying to apologize?" Rintaro tried his best to retain a hardened facade though deep inside he felt soft because of his love's gifts. His pride would not allow himself to give in, especially after an intense fight. Four pieces of his favorite variation of onigiri were masterfully crafted and plated in front of him, along with his favorite jelly sticks wrapped with a bow like a bouquet. "Well.." Osamu rubbed the back of his neck while trying to find the words to say. This small gesture of his was all it took for Rintaro's facade to falter and he shattered into laughter. It was just too cute for him to bear. Rintaro gave him a warm hug, one which Osamu had definitely missed, and so he hugged him back with a firm yet loving grip. "I'm sorry too. I could have handled things better." it was almost a whisper, but Osamu caught every single genuine word. He wanted to stay like this a bit longer but Rintaro released himself from the hug. "We better eat these onigiri before they get cold, 'Samu.", he gave the chef a warm smile.

IV.

Being in the pro league is way different from highschool volleyball. The training regimen was far harsher and more vigorous. Add to that, the coaches had less mercy. Unfortunately for Rintaro, today was an off day for him and he got called out numerous times.

He knew better than to punch his locker out of frustration, as his hands were an asset now after all. With a stifled scream, he threw his towel at the locker room’s floor and resigned himself to the bench nearby. The negativity for himself that he always bore started to cloud his mind again. He started spiraling down his dark state of mind when his phone rang. The interruption almost made him throw his phone at the wall but he caught himself before he did anything rash. Of course, it was Osamu. Rintaro accepted the call and remained silent as he waited for Osamu to speak first.

The other line stayed silent for a while. “..Off day today?” Osamu finally said in a gentle voice. They had been together for almost 5 years now, and it still amazes Rintaro how Osamu could read him even though he knew for a fact that he was unreadable. This didn’t change how he was tired and irritated at himself though. Rintaro remained silent, not wanting to admit that his guess was right. Instead, a deep sigh confirmed it. At this point, Osamu knew better than to talk any more than necessary, but also not to withdraw in saying the reason why he called. He knew that this would only add to Rintaro’s annoyance. “I heard a song on the radio today while I was having a break. It reminded me of you. I’ll prepare dinner tonight, your favorite.” Osamu made sure to make his points concise. Rintaro appreciated how much Osamu understood him now during the times when he felt down. A small hum was all he could muster at the moment. “Stay safe on the way home.”, the gentleness in Osamu’s voice soothed him much more than he was willing to admit. “You too.”, he replied.

Osamu sent a link to the song which he referred to a while ago. With earphones on, Rintaro listened to it, leaning his head full of heavy thoughts on the locker behind him.

No one else can make me feel

The colors that you bring

Stay with me while we grow old

And we will live each day in springtime

'Cause lovin' you is easy 'cause you're beautiful

And every day of my life is filled with lovin' you

He couldn’t help but smile at how Osamu always made him feel loved. His mind got a bit clearer knowing that the love of his life is always there to support him everyday.

Osamu was in the middle of preparing to close up the restaurant when he got a text from Rintaro. “Can’t wait for dinner.”, it read. Osamu smiled.

Their 5 years of being together was definitely a ride with unexpected twists and turns. Arguments often erupted but they always made up. Rintaro knew that deep inside, it was because he was just the type of person who could never make a relationship work.

Their last quarrel was different from anything they had all these years. It was a calm quarrel, which was actually scarier than their heated arguments. Both were just already so tired, not of each other, but of just being together. There was a difference and both of them understood it well. Rintaro was the one who initiated that both of them go their separate ways. I knew this would happen. Better to end it sooner than later, he thought regretfully. Rintaro wanted time away from Osamu, and Osamu respected this.

It was only after a week that Osamu realized that he didn't actually want to break up, and that he still wanted to be by Rintaro's side no matter what. However, he kept in mind Rintaro's wishes. Though the pain was like a million knives stabbing him over and over, he refrained from contacting Rintaro.

Osamu had already lost track of the months of stillness between them. He used to take notice of the days because of the constant itch to check his phone for new messages everyday. As each day passed, his disappointment grew, along with the longing to hear from Suna again. Those days turned to weeks, and weeks to months, and those painful months felt so stretched out that it blurred his concept of time.

It was around 8 pm as Onigiri Miya's final customers for the day headed out the door, thanking the chef for the meal. The employees cleaned up and then prepared for closing. Osamu bid the employees a safe trip home as he did the final preparations to close his restaurant.

After a few minutes, he closed the lights and headed out. As he locked the front door, his phone vibrated in his pocket. He nonchalantly fished it out, thinking it was just Atsumu and his usual antics. However, his eyes widened when he saw the name on the bright display. Rin. His heart started racing and his head was suddenly full of thoughts. It was what he had been waiting for all this time, and yet he did not know how to react once he finally had it. The shock made him slightly lightheaded and so he sat on the footsteps of Onigiri Miya, eager to read what his silent lover had finally sent. It was a song file with a title he was unfamiliar with. Nothing more, nothing less. The cool night breeze ruffled his dark hair and he shuddered as he stared at the play button. For some reason, it made him uneasy.

The song started out with soft piano notes, then an accompaniment. Rintaro had sent an instrumental. Osamu gently scoffed, thinking how it was like a cruel joke that Rintaro would send an instrumental piece after months of silence. It was as if even in song, Rintaro still did not want to speak. His attention was brought back to the song when violins joined the harmony. He smiled. Rintaro knew that Osamu loved the elegant, silky sounds that only violins could make. It was a gentle, simple song yet it stirred in him different emotions which clashed and fought each other. However, the sweet melancholy was the one which prevailed. He felt his chest tighten. This was not a new feeling these past few months, yet it is a feeling that he will never get used to.

When the final notes marched off into the distance, finally becoming white noise, he breathed out. The pain of the pent up silence manifested itself into tears that welled up in his eyes. With a pained, bittersweet smile, he looked up at the night sky which now seemed to sparkle less that it had before. He stared at the vast sea of stars above him as he made peace with the realization that the song was not a mere recommendation. Though there were no words, the message was clear.

It was Rintaro saying that he is grateful for the past 5 years. It was a sincere apology for failing to keep their promise of working through things no matter how difficult the circumstances became. It was his love's beautiful, final goodbye. Message received.

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“The King of Brooklyn” and other monikers (Chapter 5)

a short little chapter about learning to read, which you can also do on ao3

~1500 words

The Student

1893

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Spot knew her secret was about to be revealed when Race asked one morning, “What’s the headline today?”

She had their papers in her hand, but she could not read the headline. She could identify most of the letters, but she was at a complete loss on the words they formed.

It wasn’t her fault. Mum couldn’t read, nor had Bridget learned to read. And Spot had become self-conscious about her illiteracy when she started selling papers. She had practiced writing enough to recognize her name — making it easier to sign herself in and out of the lodge when needed — but she’d always faked her way through everything else.

But right now, Race was waiting for her to read the paper. She stared at the page, trying to put together even one word.

“Um…”

She recognized the letter C. The first letter of her last name. That one was easy. The next was an H. Then an I. Another C. Another H? A C with a weird line. An O.

Utter gibberish.

“C…” she began, like the beginning of “Conlon” or the end of “Racetrack." “H…” like the sound at the beginning of “horses." “Um…”

“Spot?”

She looked up from the page. Race was eyeing her with confusion, brows knitted together. He stepped forward and took his bundle. After scanning the letters, he said, “Chicago,” then looked back to her.

Spot felt her face flush. “Right. Yeah. I was getting there.”

His expression didn’t change. He looked around for a moment making sure nobody else was listening then asked, “Spot, can you read?”

“I mean…” Her chest tightened and she broke eye contact. “I mean, I can read.”

She must not have been convincing, because Race didn’t buy it. “Hey, it’s okay if you can’t, I just always thought you could.”

“I can read!” she insisted. “That’s just a hard word!”

Race considered this then shrugged. “Yeah, I guess it’s hard, but… Let’s just talk on the way.”

He led them on the road towards Queens, a few blocks from the wagon before he asked again.

“You can tell me things, you know. I ain’t gonna make fun of you if you don’t know how to read.”

Spot sighed. “Yeah, so I don’t know how to read. Piss off about it, why don’t ya.”

“I just said I ain’t makin’ fun! No need to get all defensive.”

He was right. He was just trying to help but she’d jumped down his throat. “Yeah. Sorry.”

“I can try to teach you if you want.”

She involuntarily glared at him out of the corner of her eye. She didn’t like relying on anyone else for anything. She was self-sufficient. He wasn’t trying to flaunt the fact that he could do something she couldn’t, but her ego was bruised now that her secret was out.

He took her non-response as an invitation to proceed. “Ya gotta start with letters. Like A-B-C—”

He began singing the children’s song to explain the alphabet, but Spot interrupted. “I already know the letters. Skip ahead.”

He contemplated for a moment then pulled one of yesterday’s papers from his bag. “Let’s practice, then. Point out an A.”

She took the pape and began searching. Her first guess was wrong, confusing an H for an A.

“Here’s the difference.” Race pointed at two similar-looking letters. “It’s an A if they come together at the top, but an H if they don’t.”

Spot nodded, committing the fact to memory. She scanned the page further, then pointed tentatively at a letter she thought was an A. “Is that one?”

Race nodded vehemently. “Yeah! Exactly! Now, what about a B?”

She found it quickly, recognizing the letter as a P with two bumps instead of one. They continued on like this through the rest of the alphabet, stumbling over the difference between M and N and W but otherwise successfully identifying most letters. Then Race told her that every letter also had a small version and she almost gave up on reading completely.

"Let's just work with the big letters for now!” he reassured her. They were halfway to Georgie’s and Spot was getting tired of the mental gymnastics, but she nodded anyway. “Start at the top and just tell me which letters they are.”

And so she did. “T… H?” Race nodded. “E. W-O-R-L-D.”

“Perfect! Now try to sound it out.”

“T” — like the end of “Spot” — “H” — like the beginning of “Higgins” — but Race stopped her there.

“Whenever T and H are together, they sound like ‘th’, like in the middle of ‘together.’”

She nodded and tried again. T. H. “Th…” The last letter in the word was E, which was tricky. It could make multiple sounds. It didn’t feel right to use the sound like elephant, so it must be a sound like in the word eagle. “The? The!”

“The!” Race repeated as he grinned. “Keep going!”

W. “W…” An O, which could also make multiple sounds. She contemplated some more, then was struck by a realization.

She was reading the name of the paper. The World.

“The World! W-world,” she slowly sounded out, emphasizing each individual letter.

The rest of the way to Georgie’s she put sounds together in an attempt to form words, realizing that there were lots of letters that made multiple sounds and that they didn’t always make the sound you thought they would. She was particularly peeved that putting an E on the end of the word could change how the other letters sounded, as she found out when reading a headline that included the word “fire.”

Upon arriving at Georgie’s, Race pointed to a sign in the window. “Try that one!”

Spot already knew what it said — Ice Cream and Sodapop — but sounded the words out to practice. I-C-E — the E on the end made the I sound like the beginning of “ice.” C-R-E-A-M — C and R were easy in this word, but the E and A, she wagered, came together to make the “ea” sound. A-N-D. Plain and simple. S-O-D-A-P-O-P would also have been easy except for the fact that both of the O sounds were different — the O in “soda” was different from the O in “pop.” She would get the hang of it, she knew.

Race started hawking papers while Spot went inside to say hello to Georgie. The bell jingled as she entered, but she didn’t see Georgie behind the counter. She looked down a couple of rows to find him poking his head in the back door.

She smiled and waved. “Mornin’ Georgie! It’s Spot and Racetrack!”

He smiled back at her then gestured for her to follow. She cantered down the aisle and into the alley, where Georgie had clearly been taking stock of a recent delivery.

“Need some help?” she offered.

“Yes, my boy, if you don’t mind.” He gestured to the crates sitting about. “I’ve counted everything out, I believe, I just need some help getting these inside.”

“You got it, Georgie.”

He pointed at one of the crates and said, “This one is the heaviest, and my old bones are giving me some trouble. They’re metal straight razors. If you could take them inside behind the counter and stock them, that would be lovely. There’s a shelf labeled ‘razors’ on the back wall.”

Spot nodded. Now was the time to put her new skills to the test. She grabbed the box and started inside.

Surely she could match up the letters on the shelves to the letters on the boxes if all else failed, but first she wanted to try her hand at reading without Race to help her.

She ducked behind the counter and found the labeled shelves.

Razor. Rrrrrazor. R.

Unfortunately, Georgie’s scrawl was less clean than the letters she read typed out in the paper. But eventually Spot located three shelves that started with the letter R.

Figuring out the next letter she needed was easy.

Razor. R-A.

Two shelves were labeled with R-A. The other, Spot noted, was R-I. She was slowly but surely narrowing it down.

She picked out the letters on the first label. R-A… that damned C with a weird line on it. What had Race said that one was?

R-A-G-S. She sounded it out. “R” like “razor” — “A” like “ace” — “G” like “Georgie” — and “S” like “Spot.” She didn’t think that was how the word was actually pronounced, but whatever it was, it wasn’t “razor.”

Onto the next.

R-A-Z-O-R-S. “R” like “razor” — “A” like “ace” — “Z” like… Spot couldn’t think of anything but “zoo” — “O” like how it sounds in her name — “R” like “razor” — “S” like “Spot.” She didn’t pronounce it quite right the first time, but it definitely said “razors.”

She couldn’t help the smile that darted across her face when she read the word. Razors. And she’d read it all by herself. She stocked the razors on the shelf still smirking.

Georgie insisted on paying her whenever she helped him out, and today was no different. She and Race hawked their papers sipping on sweet apple cider. It proved a pretty uneventful day, but Spot was proud of the strides she had made to better herself, Race providing a helping hand.

R-A-C-E, he’d told her. Race.

#newsies #newsies fic #newsies fanfiction #monikers #spot conlon #race higgins #racetrack higgins #genderbend #fem!spot conlon #fem!spot

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themagicaltunaa · 7 years

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You must answer everything tuna

Wow thats a lot a questions

alright lets do this

1. You woke up naked next to the last person you texted, what would you say?

IZZY NO

2. What’s going on between you and the last person you kissed?

Never kissed anyone like that so???? ok theres a lot of questions with relationship or kissing shit so im just gonna put this ∠( ᐛ 」∠)＿ every time i see one that i cant really answer

3. If your boyfriend or girlfriend was into drugs, would you care?

hmm I don't really know??????

4. Is your last name longer than six letters?

yup

5. Was your last kiss drunk or sober?

∠( ᐛ 」∠)＿

6. Have you ever wanted to have someone but you messed it up?

nope i dont think ive ever wanted anyone

7. What does your last received text say?

is this you?

8. How many times have you kissed the last person you kissed?

∠( ᐛ 」∠)＿

9. Where was your last kiss at?

∠( ᐛ 」∠)＿

10. When is the last time you saw your sister?

never because i dont have a sister

11. What do you drink in the morning?

coffee. cant start the day without coffee

12. Where did you sleep last night?

in my room

13. Do you think relationships are hard?

tbh yeah

14. If you could go back and change something in the past 5 months, would you?

oh my god yes theres so many things that i regret doing my dude. hell just let me go back one day im fine with that

15. You’re locked in a room with the last person you kissed, any problems?

∠( ᐛ 」∠)＿

16. Would you rather it be sunny or rainy?

rainy because it give an excuse to just stay in my house and lay in bed all day

17. Do you know anyone with the same middle name as you?

oh man i hope not. i feel bad for anyone that has the same middle name as me

18. Are you wearing jeans,sweatpants,or pajama pants?

basketball shorts

19. Do you think you will be in a relationship 3 years from now?

20. Does anyone like you?

lol no

21. Have you ever kissed someone with a name that starts with an S?

∠( ᐛ 」∠)＿

22. Is the last person you kissed gay?

∠( ᐛ 」∠)＿

23. Is there a person you CANNOT stand?

myself

24. Have you ever considered getting a tattoo?

nope

25. In the past week have you cried?

dude i cry at least 5 times a week. last time i cried because i didnt have any mac n cheese to eat with my chicken nuggets

26. What breed was the last dog you saw?

a black lab!

27. Do you dry off in the shower or out of the shower?

outside of the shower

28. Have you ever kissed a football player?

∠( ᐛ 」∠)＿ also i hope you mean like before theyve played because holy shit im pretty sure someone could die standing next to one of them. you ever been near a football player after a game??? most disgusting smell ever like fucking hell its so bad

29. Do you think you’re old?

im not even 20 yet so no

30. Do you like text messaging?

id rather talk face to face with friends. im not so good with keeping up with texting

31. What type of day are you having?

ive been having the same lazy day for the past 2 months. its never gonna end

32. Have you ever thought about getting your nose pierced?

nope

33. Do you prefer warm or cold weather?

cold. id rather freeze than die in the floridian heat

34. Is there a person of the opposite sex who means a lot to you?

lol nope

35. Would you prefer a relationship or a fling?

a relationship. never understood flings

36. Are you a simple or complicated person?

both. im horrible

37. What song are you listening to?

nothing atm, but these two songs have been playing on repeat in my head for the past week

38. When you say you’re sorry do you mean it?

it depends

39. Is there a girl that knows everything or almost everything about you?

hmmm

40. What made you start liking the person you like now?

i dont like anyone so ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

41. When did you last receive a text message?

at 10 AM

42. What is wrong with you right now?

Everything my dude, everything.

43. How well do you know the last female you texted?

ive known them since middle school so pretty well????

45. Would you date someone right now if they asked?

nope

46. Are you in a good mood right now?

i dont remember the last time i was in a good mood

47. Who was the last person you talked to in person?

my mom

48. What color shirt are you wearing?

black

49. Has someone recently told you something you didn’t want to hear?

yeah my mom yesterday

50. Anyone you’re giving up on?

no??

51. Do you hate the person you fell hardest for?

∠( ᐛ 」∠)＿

52. Have you ever thought about giving up on someone but couldn’t?

yeah a few times with some people. there are some that i have finally given up on tho and i feel a lot better now

53. Do you like rain?

yes!

54. Do you care if your boyfriend/girlfriend drinks?

as long as they dont do it too much im fine with it

55. Have you ever liked somebody and never told them?

nope ∠( ᐛ 」∠)＿

56. Do you like to cuddle?

57. Are you shy?

very

58. Do you get along with girls?

it depends really??? hmm yeah i guess i get along with other girls a little better than guys but thats not saying much because im terrified of talking to people anyways.

59. Have you dated the person you texted last?

∠( ᐛ 」∠)＿

60. What do you carry with you at all times?

my phone and my headphones

61. If you were paid 1 million dollars to spend the night in a supposed haunted house, would you?

bruh i dont care if i get killed by a ghost or some shit thats 1 million dollars imagine what i can do with that money. like its either i die from like a heart attack from seeing my own shadow in a haunted house or i get 1 million dollars its a win win situation

62. Do you think you can last in a relationship for five months?

lmao hell no

63. Think back to October, were you in a relationship?

∠( ᐛ 」∠)＿

64. The person you like kisses you on the forehead, do you find this cute?

∠( ᐛ 」∠)＿

65. Did anything “cute” happen in the last week?

my cats exist thats the cute thing that happened

66. How old are the last three people you kissed?

∠( ᐛ 」∠)＿

68. Which do you like better- Zebra print or leopard print?

neither

69. Do you have any stickers on your car?

i dont even have a car

70. Would you rather listen to Luke Bryan or Lil Wayne?

neither. also whos luke bryan?

71. Blackberry, Android, or iPhone?

android

72. When’s the last time you had pizza from Pizza Hut?

man i havent had any in like 4, maybe 5 years???? good thing im getting some on my bday courtesy of my friend

73. Do you like diet soda?

ew no

74. What color are the walls in your room?

theyre the same purple that theyve been since middle school

75. Are you 16 or older?

yup, turning 20 this month

76. Do you watch Pretty Little Liars?

nope

77. Do you have a job?

nope :\

78. What are your initials?

79. Did you ever have braces?

nope. my mom was never able to afford them

80. Are you from the south?

well im from south florida. is florida even considered part of the south????? like im pretty sure florida is its own thing

81. What does your last status on facebook say?

dont have one

82. Do you still talk to the first person you ever kissed?

∠( ᐛ 」∠)＿

83. Are you closer to your mom or your dad?

definitely my mom

84. Have you ever done cheerleading or gymnastics?

nope

85. What’s the last movie you saw in theaters?

the lego batman movie. 10/10 would recommend

86. Do you smoke?

ew no

87. Would you rather wear heels or flip flops?

flip flops

88. Is your phone touch screen?

yeah???

89. Do you normally wear your hair straight or curly?

curly

90. Have you ever snuck out of your house?

i cant even walk out of my room at 2 in the morning without my mom waking up and telling me to go to sleep. also im pretty sure my mom would beat me with a chancleta just for thinking of sneaking out

91. Would you rather swim in a river, lake, or pool?

i prefer beach but pool is good too i guess

92. Have you ever made out in a car?

∠( ᐛ 」∠)＿

93. …Had sex in a car?

∠( ᐛ 」∠)＿ ∠( ᐛ 」∠)＿

94. Are you single or in a relationship?

single

95. What were you doing last night at midnight?

on youtube watching lets plays

96. When’s the last time you saw fireworks?

new years

97. Do you like the camera on your phone?

eh its not as good as an iphone camera but i dont take pictures so yeah i could care less about the camera

98. Have you ever had a friend with benefits?

∠( ᐛ 」∠)＿

99. Have you ever passed out from drinking?

i dont drink

100. Are you friends with people on facebook that you actually hate?

i dont have facebook

101. Have you ever had a pregnancy scare?

∠( ᐛ 」∠)＿ dont you have to have sex in order for that to happen ∠( ᐛ 」∠)＿

102. Name your favorite Kesha song:

103. Do you have any tan lines right now?

nope i lost them ages ago. im so pale

104. Would you ever wear cowboy boots with shorts?

1. i dont like wearing shorts

2. why would i ever wear cowboy boots

3. why the fuck would i wear cowboy boots with shorts like yall think im gonna walk around lookin like that i look like a hot mess 110% of the time what makes you think i can pull that off. yeah lemme walk around with my pasty ass white legs showin and boots, lookin like the saddest goblin cowgirl you’ll ever lay your eyes on. no thanks.

ok i think im done for the day

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fukuronamidrafts · 4 years

Text

Rintaro was sprawled out on his bed, hand hovering over his phone's keyboard, trying to think of a proper reply. Tens of minutes have passed and he was still staring at Osamu's chatbox, the message line ticking as if beckoning him to finally confess that he reciprocated his feelings and he also wanted to be more than friends. However, doubts once again clouded his mind. He knew to himself what kind of person he is, and he feared that he was not the one who could truly make Osamu happy. Thoughts were loud in his head once more as he debated with himself.

If you could you keep it together

For a moment in time

Then you'd see that I'd be

Your excuse for a lover

Your own mountain to climb

You would see

Rintaro was just staring at the ceiling, thoughts racing, when his phone vibrated. A smile formed itself on his face when he saw that he was replied to with a song as well.

I'd like to walk around in your mind someday

I’d like to run and jump on your solitude

You say you just want peace and to never hurt anyone

You see the end before the beginning has ever begun

I would disturb your easy tranquillity

I'd turn away the sad impossibility of your smile

I'd sit there in the sun of the things I like about you

I'd sing my songs and find out just what they mean to you

He listened intently and the smile on his face grew.

II.

Sit down beside me and stay a while

Let our hearts do their parts

With wine and words to meet the hours

So the day never starts

Cause that's what I want

That's what we need

Sit down beside me and stay awhile

Till we're old and grey

Till we've got nothing left to say

III.

I'm sorry

Two words I always think

After you're gone

When I realize, I was acting all wrong

So selfish

Two words that could describe

Oh, actions of mine

When patience is in short supply

We don't need to say goodbye

We don't need to fight and cry

Oh, we, we could

Hold each other tight, tonight

He gave a small laugh. Such a cheesy move , he thought. Yet he smiled all the way home with the song on repeat.

IV.

He knew better than to punch his locker out of frustration, as his hands were an asset now after all. With a stifled scream, he threw his towel at the locker room’s floor and resigned himself to the bench nearby. He almost hit his head too hard when leaned back on the locker behind where he was sitting. The negativity for himself that he always bore started to cloud his mind again. He started spiraling down his dark state of mind when his phone rang. The interruption almost made him throw his phone at the wall but he caught himself before he did anything rash. Of course, it was Osamu. Rintaro accepted the call and remained silent as he waited for Osamu to speak first.

Osamu sent a link to the song which he referred to a while ago. With earphones on, Rintaro listened to it, leaning his head full of heavy thoughts on the locker behind him.

No one else can make me feel

The colors that you bring

Stay with me while we grow old

And we will live each day in springtime

'Cause lovin' you is easy 'cause you're beautiful

And every day of my life is filled with lovin' you

He couldn’t help but smile at how Osamu always made him feel loved. His mind got a bit clearer knowing that the love of his life is always there to support him everyday.

Osamu was in the middle of preparing to close up the restaurant when he got a text from Rintaro. “Can’t wait for dinner.”, it read. Osamu smiled.

Their five years of being together was definitely a ride with unexpected twists and turns. Arguments often erupted but they always made up, mostly thanks to Osamu’s efforts. The fact that it was mostly Osamu who reconciled them did not escape Rintaro for even a second. Deep inside, Rintaro believed himself to be the type of person who could never make a relationship work. He started to feel bad for making Osamu go through his stubbornness, pride.. and other negative traits of his which he thinks stops him from being as kind and loving as Osamu.

Their last quarrel was different from anything they had all these years. It was a rather calm fight, which was actually scarier than their heated arguments. Both were just already so tired, not of each other, but of just being together. There was a difference and both of them understood it well.

“I know that we promised that we’d work through things together. But aren’t you just tired of this already?” Osamu said with an exasperated expression.

A cold wave flooded through Rintaro’s whole body. There it was. The word that he feared would come out of the lips of his beloved. Tired. I knew from the start that this would happen, he thought regretfully. Better to end it sooner than later .

Ever since that day, Rintaro started to become distant. Osamu minded, but he didn’t bother this time. One could say he did not really care, which surprised himself.

A week passed, and Rintaro initiated that both of them go their separate ways. He wanted time away from Osamu, and Osamu respected this. It even felt like a relief for him.

It was only after a week of solitude that Osamu realized that he didn't actually want to break up, and that he still wanted to be by Rintaro's side no matter what. However, he kept in mind Rintaro's wishes. Though the pain was like a million knives stabbing him over and over, he refrained from contacting Rintaro.

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