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cupcakesandteawrites · 9 months

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“Hi, my name’s Chrissy.” A small blond girl said as she walked into the dorm room Robin was in, unpacking her own things onto her own side of the room.

"I'm Robin. Can I take this side, seeing as I'm already here?" She asked.

"Sure! Makes no difference to me." Chrissy answered. "Errmm I heard them saying something about a floor orientation in a couple hours as I was walking in by the way" she added.

"Oh yeah, I remember hearing about that but thank you anyway." Robin smiled at her.

The girls made idle chitchat until it was time to head to orientation. They walked to it together and sat together whilst a teacher talked them through the rules around being in each other's rooms and what time they had to be on the building for and what time they had to be in their room by. They were also given timetables for the coming week of orientation for the rest of the school.

As the week went on the girls realised that they had a lot of the same classes and lunch times. Not every class but most of them they shared. They spent any free periods during that first week wandering around the grounds exploring the parts they hadn’t yet been shown.

The end of the first week came quickly and the two girls were already very close. Robin had tried to avoid all talk of relationships or love interests and Chrissy seemed perfectly content to not talk about them either, just mentioning an ex called Jason everynow and then. On Friday morning it was slightly cooler than on the other days and a jacket was needed to walk around. On Chrissy’s jacket Robin noticed there was a little pin in the Bisexual colours.

“Erm, not to like make this a big thing or anything, and please tell me to shut up if i'm overstepping, because I really don't want to do that but ermmmm”

“Robin, what's the matter? What do you want to ask me?” Chrissy interrupted, already used to Robin’s rambling when she was nervous.

“Your badge.” Robin said, pointing at the lapel on Chrissy’s jacket. “Are the colours meant to be like the bisexual flag or is that a coincidence?”

“Yeah, they are. I’m bi, I’ve not wanted to say anything because I didn't want to make anything weird between us. I really like you, like as a person, so I didn't want to potentially ruin that.” Chrissy replied.

“As a lesbian it would be pretty hypocritical for me to be against you being bi really, other than men, ewww.” Robin giggled.

“Urg i know right” Chrissy laughed back. “Shall we head to breakfast? I’ll grab coffee if you grab pancakes?”

“Sure!” Robin said, grabbing her bag and following Chrissy out of the door.

Chrissy grabbed coffee, made just right as she had done the last couple of mornings, and Robin piled a plate up with pancakes and grabbed two further plates as well as syrups that would be needed.

They sat and ate breakfast and chatted about how they felt the first week had gone and how they thought they may enjoy being there when classes started up.

“Do you want to watch a movie together on my laptop tonight?” Robin asked shyly as they walked to class.

“Sure, sounds fun” Chrissy replied, sounding just as shy. “Anyway this is me, see you for lunch?”

“Yeah, see you at lunch, have a good morning,” Robin said, continuing to walk to her class.

Chrissy and Robin met up for lunch before having separate schedules for the afternoon. They always ate together, something they had done since the very first day. Something they both hoped would continue the whole time they were at school together.

After their evening meal they headed back to their room.

“What shall we watch?” Robin asked.

“Ok, so don’t judge me but I’ve been wanting to watch Emperors New Groove for so long! Can we?” Chrissy replied, her cheeks flushing as she did so.

“Of course we can. Let me find it and we can watch it.” Robin smiled.

Robin found the film and Chrissy rounded up all the pillows and blankets ready for getting comfy and watching.

They sat close on Robin's bed and both ended up under the same duvet and sat touching arms.

After the first film they watched the first Iron Man movie and both became very sleepy during it.

Robin opened her eyes slowly, aware very quickly that she wasn’t in her bed alone. Light was streaming in through the window. They had forgotten to close the curtains last night apparently.

Looking straight ahead all she could see was a mass of strawberry blonde hair. Oh shit. Chrissy had slept in her bed!

“Mmm morning” came a very sleepy voice from beside her. Then a much more awake “Oh,”

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chocojjk · 5 years

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Heaven Knows

summary: im not even gonna try, yall know im bad at summaries

words: 2.7k

a/n: this forreal took me 6 hours i think im burning out ,, also guess what?? its not edited

you were chilling in your best friends dorm room without him being there, which is honestly just a normal thing

jisung was out with his friends which means he wouldn't be back for a while

apparently they needed to talk to him about something important

“an intervention, they said,” jisung says chuckling

“What would you need an intervention for??”

“I honestly have no clue”

which left you here, all alone, completely bored out of your mind

laying there in his bed scanning his room for something to do when something shiny on top of his desk caught your eye

with the amount of times you've been here before, you have never seen this object

and so your curiosity got the best of you

you walked over and saw that it was a CD, written on it were the words “for you” and a badly drawn heart, the messy handwriting clearly belonging to your best friend

you chuckle at this

you never knew jisung could be this cheesy

turning on his computer, his screensaver, which was a picture of the two of you, lit up the room

you see, you and jisung have been childhood best friends

your parents were best friends which just means that you guys saw each other all the time

but dont get me wrong, they never forced your guys’ friendhsip

the two of you just got along

growing up, you would always be by his side and him yours

you didnt trust anyone as much as you trusted jisung

inputting in the CD, his honey-like voice started filling the air

“hey, its jisung, haha, of course you know that since ive already given this to you”

you let out small chuckle, clearly enjoying how worked up your best friend sounded

you cant help but feel guilty for invading his personal space

but c’mon, it was you and jisung

personal space is a myth when it comes to the both of you

and so you continued to listen

“umm, ive been meaning to tell you this for a while but could never find the words to do so , so uh,, i-i made you a CD with all the songs that makes me think of you”

‘how cute’ you thought to yourself, ignoring the rising jealousy that you were feeling in the pit of your stomach

wait what??

pshh, youre not jealous

why would you be jealous??? he’s just your best friend

‘im just disappointed that he didnt trust me with this,’ you told yourself

yup, thats all, just clear and utter disappointment

jealousy? we dont know her

plus, you had a very loving boyfriend

“ok so this first song is just how i feel whenever we’re together, this is better together by jack johnson”

and as the song filled your ears, you can't help but imagine that this CD was for you

keyword: imagine

jisung has made it very clear that he only saw you as his best friend, heck, maybe even as his sister

you think back to the day where you joked around of a possibility of the two of you

“ji, what if one day you become my boyfriend”

“hahaha y/n, that’s a weird joke”

“why is that so weird??”

“uhm because were just best friends” he replies, stating the obvious

and ever since then you have pushed the thought of you guys as a couple in the back of your head

never allowing your feelings to surface for the boy

your thoughts were interrupted when you heard your best friends sweet voice again

“ok remember when your first boyfriend broke your heart? well this song pretty much sums up how i felt the whole time, and every other time you get in a relationship.”

“I could treat you so much better than them, you know?”

“why can't you see that??? haha,, anyways this is Better by Gabe Bondoc”

damn, whoever this girl was got jisung whipped as fuck

you started wondering who she was and how come jisung never told you about her before

was she part of your friend group? did you know her?

whoever she was, you hoped that she’d wake up soon and realize what a catch your best friend is and that she would have to be the dumbest person alive to not love him back

“okay uhm, were halfway in this playlist now. sometimes i feel like you feel this way too, but i don't know, maybe i'm just being delusional. this is Friends by Ed Sheeran”

okay so clue number 1, this girl is definitely good friends with jisung

what the fuck han jisung

who is she

“if they find out would it all go wrong and heaven knows no one wants it to,”

you dont know why or what happened, but when you heard that line of the song, you cant help but release all the bottled up feelings that youve been hiding

yes, you were in love with your best friend

yes, you got into relationships as a way to get over him

no, it never works

because every time you were left with a broken heart, he was there to piece it all back together

he was there wiping your tears, holding you, singing you cheesy love songs

he was there with his bad jokes that always brings a smile on your face, making you happy, making you whole again

jisung was always there, and you cant escape him

and now as you listen to a playlist not made for you, your heart begins to break

surely if this was for you, he would have given it to you a long time ago

just the mere thought of jisung caring for another girl besides you hurt your heart

you decided that it was time to stop

you scolded yourself for even listening to it in the first place

and so you took the CD out, and put it back where it belong

a couple minutes later, jisung enters his room, seeing your figure seated in front of his computer, your head rested on your hands as your shoulders shook slightly, a sign that you were crying

“hey, are you okay?” he says grabbing your hands, making you look straight into his eyes

“shh it’s okay, im here,” he continues, pulling you into a warm hug

and you can't help but be mad

why the fuck was he being so sweet to you when he’s in love with someone else

han jisung, this is not fair, not fair at all

and then you realized that you were doing the same exact thing

you pushed him away from you, which caused him to stumble back, hitting the desk behind him

“I-i have to go”

“y/n??”

running out of the room, jisung tried to chase after you however,,

“Woah woah woah why are you in such a hurry?”

chan and minho

“I-uh y/n just ran out and i-”

“y/n again?, jisung didnt we just talk about how you should see her less,” minho exclaims

“Yeah, this really isnt healthy for you jisung, you really should stop pining over this girl,” chan continued

“guys, shes my best friend!”

“Ok and she obviously doesnt wanna talk to you if she ran away, dont force yourself in places where you dont belong or youll just get hurt in the end,” the older guys continued

“I-”

“were just looking out for you jisung,” chan finishes

and so with his head drooped down, he made his way back into his room

and then he noticed it,,

the CD

‘fuck fuck fuck’

A million thoughts were racing through jisungs head

he was sure that you've heard it, why else would you react that way when you saw him

god, he should've never made that CD in the first place

was he that much of a coward that he couldnt just tell you he was in love with you in person

and now you know and obviously dont feel the same

‘Great going jisung, you just ruined your relationship with your best friend’

---

its been 3 days and there hasnt been any contact within the both of you

you ended up breaking up with your 4 month long boyfriend

“Its because of jisung huh?”

“i…,”

you racked your brain for a different excuse but then decided to come clean, this boy has always been so sweet to you, the least you could do is be honest with him

“how’d you know?”

“I see the way you look at him y/n, its like youre looking at millions of stars, i always hope you’d learn to look at me that way”

“are you mad?”

he gives you a sad smile, “no.. not at you, i always knew this would happen”

“im really sorry hyunjin”

“Its okay, i wish you and jisung all the happiness in the world”

“thank you,” you reply even though you knew that it wasnt going to happen since he liked someone else

meanwhile, jisung has locked himself up in his room

he was ashamed of himself for making that playlist

his friends have been asking him to hang out yet all he can do is mope around listening to the stupid songs that he has added and cringing at how dumb his voice recordings sounded

he missed you so much but he was so scared to reach out to you

3 days might not seem like a long time, but with you and jisung, 3 days felt like a whole year

Im not saying that you guys are always glued together, no, thats not the case

But you guys would always text each other

Sending each other memes throughout the day

But now the both of you was just left with silence

It really allowed you both to think

he figured you hated him and never wanted to see him again

So he never expected you to knock on his door

“chan, go away, just leave me here to cry”

“errmm, its not chan”

,,,

jisungs eyes nearly popped out of his sockets as soon as he heard your voice

and in one quick second he was scrambling to open his door

“you were crying???”

“no”

“whats wrong?”

“nothing, im glad youre here”

“umm, why wouldn't i be?”

“I-i just thought that after the other day, you wouldnt-”

“about that” you say, quickly cutting him off

*gulps*

“can we talk?”

“arent we doing that right now?” jisung jokes but as soon as he saw the nervous expression on your face, he shut his mouth and let you in , closing the door behind him

‘oh god, shes gonna tell me that she never wants to see me ever again’

“im sorry-”

“I didnt mean it-”

“what?”

the both of you having confused expressions written on your faces

“You first,” you say

Jisung nervously scratches the back of his head, refusing to meet your gaze

“the - the cd, i,, i didnt mean it” he says but the way he slightly bit his lip afterwards was a clear indication that he was lying

did he forget that he was your best friend? there was really no point in lying to you

however, you just chose to ride along with his little lie

“oh, well then i guess that makes what im about to say easier”

accepting the fact that you were about to break his heart, he nods at you, urging you to go on

“Jisung, im in love with you”

“its okay that you don't like me back, we can still be best friends -- wait...what?” jisung replies quickly, ending his prepared speech

You looked at him, stunned at his sudden confession

“You're in love with me?”

“You like me ??”

damn both of you guys are so dumb i sWEAr

“Well,,,, yeah,,,, didnt you listen to the CD? I literally say your name in it”

(⊙ˍ⊙)

(⊙＿⊙)

(@[]@!!)

“WHEN???”

“After the last song,” he says, like it was the most obvious thing on earth

“I-” you make yourself over to his desk, looking for the CD

as soon as you found it, you plopped it into his computer

“really y/n???? Youre gonna listen to it right in front of me as if i havent been embarrassed enough” he says with a pout

“jisung shuT UP”

you fast forward to the part where you left off of

“this next song is called Wait for You,, im sure you know this song as we always sing to it toegether, but yeahh ill always be here waiting for the day to come when you finally notice me”

The song begins to play yet you fast forward even more in rapid search of your name

“and, well this brings us to the last song,, god, i really hope you dont hate me right now, if you haven’t guessed by now, im in love with you. I dont know when it started or how it happened, maybe ive been in love with you ever since we were three, i don't know okay. But yeah,,, i fell in love with my best friend, god this is so cliche, but y/n l/n i love you”

you were shocked,,,

but at the same time, you felt like you can finally breathe

he loves you back

Han Jisung fucking loves you back

god reader, if you just stayed and listened until the very end, maybe this au wont be so long my brain cells are disappearing writing this

jisung wasn't making an effort to say something, not even to joke around

he was just sitting on his bed behind you, waiting for you to do something,, anything

we all know by now that he aint going to be the one to make the first move

the last song playing was the only thing that could be heard in the room

until,, you finally turned to face him, wearing the biggest smile on your face

you tackled him unto the bed

“oof”

“you're so annoying,,” you say, hitting him

at this point he has his arms around you as you were sprawled out across his body

“I love you too,” you confess, looking straight in his eyes

jisung doesn't know where he got his newly found courage

But he wasnt complaining as he reached out to your face, finally connecting his lips upon yours

“Ive been wanting to do that for so long”

“Why didnt you?”

“Well, you had a- dklfjasfkasjf,,,,, wait,,,,,, you have a boyfriend???”

And now were back to frantic jisung

“dont worry ji, i broke up with him,” you say a small smile on your lips

“wait, you broke up with him???

are you dumb????

He has like the prettiest face???

And like the nicest lips??

And hes so tall and he can dance so well!!”

“Jisung, if i didnt know any better, i would think you have a crush on him”

“shut up, im just saying,, that man is pReTTY”

“yeah youre right, he has everything i want in a man, maybe i should call him again, tell him i was just kidding about the break up” jisung pouts at this

“uhm, im sorry but you have a boyfriend now so you cant do that”

“oh really?”

“yep”

“who is he ??”

“y/nnn,,” jisung whines

“what?”

“will you be my girlfriend???”

“as long as you make me more CD’s” you say teasingly

“oh shut up”

1 year later

you and jisung are still going as strong as ever, and it was great

it was like you guys were always meant to be together, your relationship being the perfect balance of best friends and lovers

as you were cleaning out your bedroom, you spotted the CD, still looking as shiny as ever, in between a couple of your books, and you cant help but smile at the memory

you were so lost in your thoughts that you didnt notice your boyfriend enter your room

“babe whats that?”

“oh nothing, just a certain CD that this overly romantic boy made me,”

“oh god, youre never gonna let that go huh”

“I just didnt know you could be THIS cheesy, like you really were symping over me” you say

the CD became an inside joke between the two of you,,,

you would always tease jisung about how cliche it was

“I still cant believe you didnt listen until the end, like what kind of dumbass just starts a playlist and doesnt even listen to the whole thing”

“hey!, youre the one in love with me, so guess whos the bigger dumbass”

a/n: oops another one but the last song is called Best Friend by Jason Chen hehe

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srbachchan · 5 years

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DAY 4095

Jalsa, Mumbai May 25/26, 2019 Sat/Sun 12:33 AM

Birthday - EF - Rasika Shashikant ... Jaspreet Singh Ef ... Sunday, May 26 .. our greetings on this special day .. have a good time and enjoy another glorious year .. love Ef

The little one drops by after her Cannes sojourn, writes an affectionate note on a post it , asks a few pertinent questions .. they always do .. and off to bed ..

Thats one grandchild .. another several miles away graduates and its a moment of great pride and joy .. the family is all with him .. and there are frequent messages and pictures flying about .. but ..

I mean he was just born the other day and we had all been around his Mother at Breach Candy Hospital, and carried him into the World with affection and love .. and there he is today, spanking big boy, carnation on his suit lapel, hair flushed back and looking very British .. and taller than everyone else in the family ..

err .. almost .. still have to see where he measures against Abhishek and me ..

Regularity is the key to the feel of all that is well and in sync with the system .. a system that has been pushed into a peculiar irregularity .. for reasons that at times hinge on sluggish and un motivational aspects invading the being .. for no particular reason ..

I am still to understand why the system choses to react in this manner .. a good night sleep .. a scene done well .. or unwell .. a fruitful meet .. an offer of another project which seems promising .. what ..?

But it does happen .. and the best is it happens with out the elixir of life ..

Abstinence is generally regarded as being enough inspired motive .. but abstinence in its understanding .. testing it or living it with no synonyms or antonyms ..

Many believe or would like to believe of the many that I do as abstinence of the medical constraints .. NO .. the medical has nothing to do with it .. it’s just .. just ..

No smoke , no drink, no meat , no rice , no paan , no cake , no pastry , no Indian sweets , no ice cream , no chocolate , no coffee , no tea , no aerated soft drinks , no brownies of one particular kind ,

.. I think I have the lot .. though the coffee shot and the aerated have had a few hiccups lately .. and that needs rectification .. its more for the relief of a condition, and nothing more ..

OK enough of me and mine .. though there is a lot to be done and said .. mostly from the scripts that give pressures for a read .. errmm .. many others in the fraternity have extensive staff to read for them and advise .. I do not have the capacity for staff and least of all them that can accomplish this particular field ..

It is 1am I can gauge .. at 1 am a high powered engined bike races past Jalsa, religiously and on time .. its engine sound, a sound that excites many a man - I do not know why , its the same with race cars and their pumped up acceleration - draws attention .. so there .. he just went by ..

time to retire .. for the night .. but before a glimpse of the post it from Aaradhya

.. she got the French beard and the glasses right .. the hair has been through 440 Volts .. and her own self being loved with the ‘U ❤️ i’ is her righteous belief , even before I could genuinely express it myself ..

the ‘Hey Dood’ was an after thought .. and the typo .. haha was 🤣

Amitabh Bachchan

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tarotdeckshuffle · 5 years

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Witch and familiar au what if one of the guys from ff xv was cursed as a furry animal and mc, the local witch, finds them and takes care of them and poof they wake up with a half whatever animal/human in their bed and the other is just all "yeah so this awkward but I gotta a good explanation." Im leaning heavily on it being Prompto with some form of dog ears.

I’m glad I can finally get to this request, @roshytsunami! I was originally going to do HCs about a lot of characters in this situation, but now I think I’ll do a short fic.

I think your idea about half fish Noctis (wait, that’s a merman, right?) is awesome! I also really want to see faun Gladio (goat legs and maybe horns?) and maybe a half cat Ignis…rotfl idk. OHH! What about a half falcon Ravus, so he can have wings?!?! Or a wolfy Nyx?! Ok, I’m getting ahead of myself. I don’t have time to write all of these right now >.

If any of these ideas sound good to you, please request them! I get to requests before originals and use them to gauge what ideas people think sound interesting.

Btw, Roshy is a mod for an upcoming Prompto centered zine that you can check out here!

Prompto just works too well with SnapChat…

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Love Spell

Eye of newt,Tongue of dove,A blue flame’s soot,NOW SHOW MY LOVE!

Over your table top cauldron you chanted, throwing each ingredient in. The small container bubbled with a pinkish liquid until you chanted the last line, in which it overflowed into yellow steam over the sides. It was the color of a sunflower explosion.

Fitting, considering who you were looking for.

You must be truly desperate to be trying your own spell to find him, you thought to yourself. The room around you stayed quiet as the yellow steam dissipated.

Life wasn’t easy for your friendly neighborhood modern witch. The tarot cards were moody and only liked to read misfortune while your modern cauldron was the size of a two cup measuring cup. Who could afford a giant cast iron pot these days? You made up most of your own spells because the ingredients for the ones you found in old books or online all called for expensive items that couldn’t be found in your city. You were a witch that flew by the seat of your pants, not a broom.

Without warning, the smell of the potion exploded into the room. It was an unpleasant combination like cheap cologne and a seeding mint plant. The odor overwhelmed your small flat and your ran to the kitchen window, throwing it open to gasp at the fresh air.

As your lungs took their fill, you lingered in the warm windowsill. The sun glowed on your skin, heating your body after the cold of your flat. Your fingers played in the soft soil of your flower box, dancing between your herb plants.

Your eyes stared off into the sunny day, willing you to wander down the busy streets below in search of him. You dreamed of him as your gaze settled on your neighbors yellow and orange marigolds. They reminded you of his hair and cheerful smile.

The man you loved had been gone for three days now. He had gone out to get you coffee and never returned. You missed your love and were worried sick about him.

Sure, you had only been dating for a few weeks now, but you knew you loved him the moment you met him. It was the type of situation where the word just fit. He was your sunshine: the light of your life and the warmth to your days. But you had been too scared to tell him that. Now, you were worried you’d never get the chance to.

It had been three sleepless nights, thousands of missed calls, and hundreds of hours out looking for him. But he was still gone without a trace.

You were woken from your daydream by a sound at the door: scratching. Oh by the six, had you summoned something with your made up ramblings?

You spun from the window, grabbing the first item that could be used as a weapon, which happened to be a large wooden spoon. You held your new sword before you, ready for whatever was going to tear your door down. Your breathing came in gasps and your hands shook as you listened to the soft scratching.

Every sound made you flinch. You felt certain that the front door would come flying towards you at any moment. Your heart beat thrummed in your ears.

Silence.

“HERE IT COMES here IT comes here it COMES here itcomeshereitcomes” the words tumbled through your mind faster than you could comprehend them.

But nothing happened.

The door stayed perfectly still. When a soft whimpering was heard from the other side.

It sounded like a puppy.

You willed your frozen feet to move, to help you find out what was outside that door. Your initial instinct was to believe it a daemon’s trick, something to lure you outside, but curiosity got the best of you.

One hand on the doorknob, the other holding your spoon up to strike, you whispered, “Please don’t kill me,” before you threw the front door open.

Staring ahead, you half expected to see some giant, red and black glowing beast, ready to tear you apart. Instead, there was nothing.

You looked down towards movement on the floor to see a golden colored puppy sitting at your feet.

The two of you stared at each other in confusion, before it barked at you with its shrill but adorable voice.

Your head snapped to the upheld spoon. “Sorry!” You apologized while lowering it. The puppy rose to all four feet, trying to measure up to you.

You picked up the small baby, holding it before you to examine it. “So…boy,” you confirmed. “Tell me, are you some great daemon in disguise that I summoned to bring about my own bloodied doom?” You looked the bundle of fluff in the eyes. He just whimpered and waged his tail at you.

“AWWWW! You’re too cute to be here to hurt me! Aren’t you little guy!” At the will of this squirming puppy, you became a baby talking, giddy, melty mess. If it was going to kill you, at least you’d die happy from seeing something so adorable. You carried the little pup inside, cradled in your arms.

The rest of your day was spent drenched in sunlight, warm away from your sorrow. You now had someone to care for.

You made some homemade food for your new friend and stitched up some makeshift toys. You would sprawl out on your living room rug and play with him. As the sun was setting, painting the bricks of your flat in orange, you realized he still didn’t have a name. You smiled, watching the puppy yawn, content to put the task off until tomorrow.

You cuddled into your bed, soft and safe from the world outside. Your new friend whimpered on the floor, until you relented, picking him up to cuddle into your blankets with you. He curled up in your arms and was soon snoring under your adoring gaze.

It felt like mere moments later when you awoke. Everything was so warm; from the morning sun streaming in, to your blankets, even the breath on your skin.

WAIT!

Breath on your skin?!

You looked down frantically. Were a soft puppy had once laid, now a blond haired handsome man lay, curled up against your chest.

Your cheeks burned red as you scuttled backwards. Your bed mate moaned in his sleep.

“PROMPTO!?!” You cried! Was he really here? Now? Was this a dream?

“Errmm, [Y/N]?” He blinked sleep filled eyes, trying to focus on you. “[Y/N]!!!!” He realized suddenly who you were, tackling you onto the other side of the bed.

He was so excited to see you! You had to close your eyes to the onslaught of kisses…very wet kisses.

“Prom! Where have you…what have you…” He pulled away from you, his sky blue eyes staring into yours. You couldn’t help but notice small, fluffy ears sticking out of his golden hair as his tongue lolled out his open mouth. “What happened?!”

“I missed you so much, [Y/N]! I swear I can explain everything!” He dove into a rambling story, a tail swishing in your sheets to his cadence.

Ears, tongue, a tail…had your puppy friend been Prompto?!

“Prom, Prompto, sunshine…PROM! Stop!” Finally you got him to quiet. “I don’t think it’s all worn off…” You picked up your phone to show him what he looked like in the camera. He stared obliviously happy at you as you took his picture.

You turned your phone around. It took him a moment to recognize his own reflection. When he did, he snatched the device from your hands.

“THAT’S ME?!” He cried as though it was your fault.

You just nodded, still in shock at the puppy boy in front of you. A blush bloomed again. You had slept with the puppy, you had rolled around on the floor with the puppy, you had seen the puppy’s…

He started to panic, still staring at your phone.

“You were that puppy!” The realization left your lips.

“YEAH! AND NOW I’M ME BUT I’M STILL PUPPY AND…” Prompto had at least triple your anxiety.

You took a moment to breath. Everything was crazy, but he was here now. That’s what mattered.

“Prom, what happened?” You hoped your forcibly calm voice would help him.

“There was this person and I bumped into them and they knew my name and then I saw them here and…”

He was going to give himself a panic attack at this rate! So, you stopped him in the best way you knew how.

You pressed your lips to his. You had missed these soft lips. You felt the tension in your body release as you tasted his wet lips, letting your souls click into place.

Gently, slowly, you pulled away. “What was that for?” Your sunshine asked breathlessly.

“True love’s kiss and all that jazz,” you replied softly, half hoping it had worked.

“Oh…better try again, then.” And in an instant, your lips were reunited.

You could feel the heat in your cheeks rise. You had never purposefully been in a bed with Prompto, much less like this before!

As heat was starting to build, he suddenly pulled away, his eyes wide. He jumped out of the bed and made for the bathroom.

“Prom? Honey, what’s wrong?” You called, concerned by his sudden departure.

“Gotta go!” He called, slamming the door.

You smiled at the strange scene.

“IT’S REALLY HARD TO GO WHEN YOU KEEP TRYING TO RAISE YOUR LEG!” He yelled from the other side of the door. Yeah, your Prompto was back.

The rest of the morning was filled with a slow breakfast and as much time in each other’s arms as you could have. Prompto kept trying to lick you instead of kiss you and he accidently did whine a few times.

Eventually, you pieced together his story. It sounded like a rival witch had been trying to cast this spell on you, when Prompto walked out of your apartment and right into it! You laughed with him but vowed to get revenge on whoever did this.

With a little bit of research and luck, you discovered that Prompto’s transformation would go away with time and “warm love”. He would need to constantly be around someone he loved, to take care of them and be cared for, until all the symptoms went away, or else he would transform back into a puppy!

“You poor thing! The shock of the transformation must have scared you so bad that you ran away!” You pet his head, trying to comfort him through understanding.

Prompto laughed nervously.

“What’s wrong, babe?”

“I guess…this means the cat’s out of the bag…heh or the dog.” He did a weak finger guns to you.

“What?”

“The ‘L’ word stuff! LOVE! Now you know…” He looked down sadly. “And I never got to surprise you or make it super romantic or something…”

You smiled, pulling him in close for a tight hug. “Yeah, but I don’t need that, because I have you.” You pulled away to hold is face in your hands. “Prompto, I love you and I never want to lose you again.”

His eyes sparked. “I love you, too, [Y/N]. Don’t worry. I’m not going anywhere.”

You held each other tight, wrapped in the strongest magic the world had ever known: Love.

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“I was a pretty cute puppy, wasn’t I?”

“Yes, you still are!”“I am not!” “You can still be very dog-like at times.”

“Well, you don’t need a leash to keep me around.” ;)

“What if I want one?”

“What?”

#ffxv #prompto x reader #prompto #prompto argentum #fanfiction #witch #witch au #transformation #puppy #final fantasy #final fantasy xv #fluff

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Virgil’s Legs

words: 817

warnings: food mention and drug mention (legal) if there’s any more please tell me

this is my first fic sorry if it's bad please tell me how to fix it if it is.

Virgil woke with a start, the pain in his upper back almost mind-numbingly bad. Great he had slept on is legs funny again and now he would have to go about his day writhing in pain at every slight touch. This is the price he paid for falling asleep at his desk. Virgil had a love-hate relationship with his extra limbs. On the one hand, he loved the beautiful purple shimmer the got when the light hit them just right. but he hated how they connected him to the others like a tie that could never sever no matter how hard he tried. The legs made him different, with them he would never be able to truly fit in with the light sides. He let out a cry of frustration he knew he would have to leave his room at some point today, Patton would be worried if he didn't, but he didn't want to the pain was getting too much. He was stuck between a rock and a hard place. Finally, at about half-past eleven he got out of his desk chair and grabbed his biggest hoodie. As he put it on he curled his legs around his torso finching at even the slightest movement but persisting anyway. he walked into the kitchen not long after and grabbed himself some waffles that had been left in the fridge sitting on the counter to eat them. He was thinking what the best course of action would be to deal with this pain as he couldn't keep dealing with it but if he told one of the light sies they would hate him. Those ugly appendages Patton would scream at the creepy-crawly death dealer, Roman would try and kill him or cut them off, and logan would try and experiment on him. And he couldn't blame them he screamed and cried when they first manifested. He had tried to cut them off. And he hadn't done experiments on them but they were unusual and logan is also Thomas's curiosity why wouldn't he want to it was just logical. He was out of his thoughts when Roman waled through the door, his princely attire replaced with a vibrant red hoodie with a gold crown on the front. "Oi princey! the hoodies are my thing." Virgil said his signature smirk slightly strained. "Oh calm down my green gentlemen!" Roman laughed lightly slapping Virgil on the back being concerned as he winced. "what do you have on your back?" "Nothing!" Virgil shouted in a way that suggested that it really was something as he hopped off the countertop getting ready to bolt. "Emo nightmare are you ok," Roman said resting a careful hand on smaller sides shoulder. "If you're in pain I can help the number of times I've got injured fighting that darn dragon witch turned me into quite the doctor." And this was officially the worst time for Virgil's brain to panic but hear he was absolutely sweating buckets as his crushed stared him in the eyes asking to tend his wounds. Oh wow, now he's on the floor well done so smooth. Roman obviously concerned by this lent down to help him scooping him up bridal style and laying him down on the couch in the living room. "Right let's get this hoodie off your sweating so much I could ring you out" Roman mumbled assessing the situation. "No!" Virgil shouted bolting up, his tempest tong in full force. Then he slapped his hand over his mouth and said a little more calmly "Sorry but I want to keep this on." This just set off warning bells in Romans head as Virgil was clearly in pain and with his habit of not telling people things until they got dangerous, this only succeeded in making Roman more determined. He pulled off the massive purple and black hoodie gasping when he saw the beautiful black spider legs underneath that shimmered dark indigo when the light hit just right. His spider legs were beautiful but not Roman's priority at the moment that award goes to now sobbing Virgil curled up in a ball. "Virgil calm down and tell me why you're crying," Roman whispered caressing his fellow side's face. " I I thought you would h hate them" he paused gasping for breath and wiping the tears from his eyes. "hate m m me" "Oh, I could never hate you my chemically inbalanced romance. And if it helps I think your errmm legs are beautiful just like the rest of you." Roman replied barely whispering. Virgil blushed a deep red almost fully calmed down now. "Well I think you're pretty to princey," he said leaning into a deep kiss. They barely moved off that sofa for the rest of the day. Only to get some ibuprofen for Virge and some popcorn and snacks for a Disney movie marathon.

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Your spandex story made my night you’re a freaking icon! But what else has been happening? How’s the PT course going? How’s the moving out plans? How’s friends, hows vegan going, how’s life!! Xx

hahahahahahahahhahahah I just can’t believe it happened still. Not too much is happening but also a lot has happened haha.

Turns out my PT course actually started 2 weeks later then I thought so I’ve actually been struggling with what to do the last while & given the shit I’ve been going through having too much time on my hands has not been as fun as you’d hope but I’ve been filling in the time regardless. I properly start next week & I'm freakin stoked!

I think I’ve come to the conclusion that I’m going to give up on the idea of moving out until I finish studying & have a good source of income coming back in. A lot of things have also just made me rethink about where I want to live & who with & everything so I”m just going to give it time & figure it out later when life isn’t so stressful. I’m still so excited by the thought of it though & realistically I think I’ll move out pretty quick smart once I finish the course, so who knows maybe by the end of the year I’ll be doing my own thang!

Friends are ok. They’re all still going through such rough times but I’m trying to support them in every way I can. I’ve also come to realise just who disconnected I became from my more distant friends when I worked & everything so I’ve been trying to strengthen those relationships again but honestly it’s been really hard & it does make me feel a little sad/lonely sometimes. I’ve sort of come to the conclusion that I think I need to find more friends & new ones at that. I feel like a big change is coming in my life & I feel like vibrant, stoked, happy sim is coming back & that means attracting people of the same energy so I’m excited.

Veganism is going really well. After all that stress about whether I should try eggs & what not I just couldn’t do it & I’ve actually found a much better rhythm within my mind, body & soul just in the last week or 2 so I think things are getting better. For the first time in actually a really freaking long time, I feel like my digestion is actually really good like my body is feeling more stable/body signals are more normal etc. I’ve gone back to eating a lot more raw foods & I’m finding my body is loving it & thriving again. Atm I’m basically just eating tons of fruit (finally my body is wanting it & loving it again), variations of this raw tahini salad, lots of my protein powder (I use the Women’s Best vegan vanilla protein & make it into a ‘milk’ which I pour over big fruit salads kinda like protein smoothie bowls) & tofu (primarily my smoked tofu). It might sound really simple or even boring but that’s how I like it & I’m just feeling so good atm physically. Combining all that with the fact I’m killing it at the gym almost everyday & I’m feeling over the moon :D

Aside from all that there ain’t too much else going on. I had a pretty shocking last couple of weeks but idk what happened - either my entire soul just died & I stopped feeling or I’ve found some kind of cathartic release from completely breaking down - but I feel a lot better & more free (?? not sure wha the word to use is) as of last week. Hmm what else... OOO I’ve been doing a bit of art again!! Not much, but just doodling here & there which has been so nice & a much better alternative then being on screens before I go to bed. I’ve been a little better with sleep, starting to get a more normal rhythm back thanks to creating a better night routine & valium hahaha. Errmm my whole family is about to move out of our home for the remainder of the year as renovations begin - I’m not keen to be in an even more confined space with my family, but oh well, hopefully I’ll be out of the house more with studying & I’m actually keen for some kind of change of scene. I’ve got a really exciting business meeting tomorrow with a potential future fitness company that’s interested in me doing some work for them so hopefully that goes well. Otherwise, I think I’ve bored you with enough about me! What’s going on with you : )

I would love to know if anyone else has been feeling a sense of spiritual/energetic craziness the last month. So many people i know feel like there’s been something odd in the air & I want to know if any of you have found the same thing!!

xxxxxx

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Code Red

This is based on a prompt sent to @omeliafics

Prompt : In the season 13 finale I've heard that there might be a fire, could someone write something where Amelia rescues Owen and she like gets really worried? Hurt/comfort/fluff?

p.s. Thanks to Fran @francescabuccino for helping me to proofread this chapter, and for the title suggestion. You’re the best! <3

p.p.s Sorry for the longer intervals in between my fic updates lately- I’ve been busy with my new clinic ;)

Amelia smiled to herself when she received the page from Owen to the ER. Although it meant that she had another case to review in the ER right after scrubbing out from an emergency craniotomy and blood clot evacuation and she didn’t mind if this enabled her to see her husband again.

Only a couple of hours had passed since she last saw him in the ER, when she was reviewing the patient who required the emergency surgery. But it was a busy couple of hours which seemed to drag on and she wished to see him again. Today was one of the rare days whereby both of them were on call and just being able to see Owen always made her calls better.

It was hard to believe that just a few months ago, after the negative pregnancy test, she freaked out at the prospect of being pregnant again and ran away from him, leaving him an ambiguous note which just told him that it was not his fault. She ended up staying at Stephanie’s, then at Meredith’s. She just couldn’t bear to face Owen and his hope of starting a family with her. She felt like she couldn’t breathe and that the possibility of her being pregnant with another anencephalic baby was too much for her to bear.

Her biggest regret was yelling at Owen’s face that she didn’t want a baby and telling him that she would love to know how suffocated Cristina felt by him. She didn’t know then how much her words hurt him, like piercing a dagger through his heart.

They were both hurt and confused. Owen couldn’t understand why Amelia suddenly changed her mind about having babies when she was totally on board the idea just a couple of weeks prior to that. Amelia meanwhile just couldn’t bring herself to tell Owen the whole story about her unicorn baby and how it made her so afraid to have another baby. It was a total communication breakdown on both of their parts.

It took several rounds of yelling and screaming at each other in the ER, in front of all the other doctors and nurses and earning glares from them, before Amelia finally mustered the courage to drag Owen into an empty ER room one day. With the tense atmosphere building up in the room, and both of them pacing up and down nervously, Amelia finally blurted out about her unicorn baby. When Owen stopped pacing and listened to her, she mustered the courage to tell him the whole story about her unicorn baby- about her entire pregnancy with him, the moment she found out about the fact that he had anencephaly, her decision to continue with the pregnancy, and how they took him away from her when he developed respiratory distress shortly after his birth to donate his organs. Owen developed a newfound respect for her then, and held her in his arms as she sobbed in relief at being able to lift a huge burden off her chest. He had reassured her that no- he wasn’t going to leave her just because of that- and that he would be there for her, no matter what happened, every step of the way. That was all she needed to hear. She was finally rest assured that Owen would be by her side no matter what.

Their journey back to each other was slow though. Although they stopped yelling at each other after the conversation, Amelia only moved back to their place after another couple of weeks. The reason was she needed to be there for a devastated Maggie who had just lost her mother to inflammatory breast cancer shortly before that.

It took another couple of days for them both to be comfortable being in the same room together again. But one night almost two months ago, they looked into each others eyes and realized how they missed each other, and rediscovered each other’s bodies. It was pure lovemaking and magical. After that, as they lay side by side cuddled next to each other in postcoital bliss- they both bared their hearts and souls to each other and promised each other never to keep any secrets between them any longer.

Now Amelia stopped at the ER door to admire her husband in action. She had to admit, her hot husband always looked even hotter with his intense and focused expression in the ER. His eyebrows furrowing in concentration as he studied a patient’s chart was already enough to turn her on. She could already imagine the joyful look on his face once she broke the good news to him at home after the shift. It would be the best gift she could ever give him.

‘ Neuro is here.’

Owen looked up upon hearing the familiar voice of his wife. Even though he heard her voice daily- he could never get enough of it.

‘ Hey.’ The couple exchanged a smile, just so glad to be able to see each other. Owen was having a busy shift so far- with an influx of car accidents entering the ER.

‘What’s that disgusting thing you’re holding?’ Owen wrinkled his nose as he looked at the green juice Amelia was holding. Usually she would be holding a cup of coffee in her hands, so this was unusual of her. ‘ So now you choose this over coffee?’

Errmm….nope, no coffee, I’m sorry. It’s not good for your unborn child.

For a moment, Amelia thought of telling Owen her secret, but she decided to wait until their shift was over.

‘ Well, it’s a healthier option.’ Amelia winked at him. ‘ I want to stay healthy, don’t you?’

‘ Well if you say so.’ Owen chuckled. ‘Patient is in ER4. Mr. Jenkins. Post MVA, his GCS score is only 8, I’m suspecting a brain bleed somewhere due to his unequal pupils. I’ve already intubated and ventilated him.

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Half an hour later, they both emerged from the CT scan room.

‘ Well he does indeed have a subdural haemorrhage.’ Amelia reported. ‘ I have to scrub in to perform a craniotomy and evacuate the blood clot.’

‘ Ok- go and save a life. Do what you do best.’ Owen said as he gave Amelia a quick affectionate kiss on the cheek..

He then returned to the ER as she made her way to the elevator.

Owen continued staring at Amelia’s retreating figure from the ER nurses counter as she strode towards the elevator. He could never get enough of his beautiful, amazing wife. He was so glad that they both managed to have a heart to heart talk to sort our their issues, and they came out of their earlier troubles stronger than ever.

‘ I wish Jackson would look at me like that.’

Owen turned around to see April standing beside him at the nurses counter. April wasn’t supposed to be on call that night, but she decided to help out when she heard that the ER was swamped with patients. It was due to April’s help that they managed to clear the majority of the patients up to the wards.

Owen blushed as he tried to think of a reply.

‘ How do you know that he doesn’t?’ he finally asked.

‘ I don’t know, actually.’ April admitted.

‘ Maybe he does, behind your back.’ Owen suggested.

‘ But the way you look at her….’ said April as she rested her chin on her hands and continued looking at Amelia. ‘ I’m so glad that you two are back together again. It was painful seeing you both fight in front of me and all the other ER staff.’

‘ I’m glad that you and Jackson are back together too.’ Owen said earnestly as April smiled in reply.

Just then, the power supply went off and the backup generators were switched on.

‘ Damn it!’ Owen muttered as he and April exchanged worried glances. Mr Jenkins was still in ER4, intubated and ventilated.

Owen’s Head of Trauma Surgery mode took over.

‘ Ok, everyone listen up.’ Owen announced as the entire ER staff gathered around him.

‘ I need a couple of you to call up Seattle Presybeterian and inform them that we’re sending patients over and to arrange transport for the patients to the hospital.

‘ Everyone else- prepare the patients for transfer.’ he instructed in his authoritative voice. ‘ Does the blackout involve the entire building?’ he asked.

‘ I don’t know, Dr. Hunt, but there also seems to be a blackout at the lobby.’ answered one of the interns.

A couple of nurses rushed out from ER4, breathless.

‘ Dr Hunt, Dr. Kepner, there is a fire in ER4!!’ One of the nurses cried out. ‘ I think its a short circuit, we need to get out of here as soon as possible before it reaches the oxygen tank and explodes!’

‘ Mr Jenkins is still in there!’ cried April as she, Owen and a couple of residents rushed towards the room.

‘ Someone make a Code Red alert and someone call the fire brigade!’ cried Owen.

The flames were spreading along the wires located at the side of the room and they both knew they had to act fast before the fire reached the patient and the oxygen tank.

Owen quickly unplugged the oxygen supply as April reached for an ambubag and began bagging the patient. The residents began pushing the patient trolley as fast as they could to the ER exit leading to the hospital compound, with April running beside the trolley, still bagging and Owen following a short distance behind them.

The other patients fortunately have already been pushed out of the exit to the ambulance area and were awaiting transfer.

Just as the group exited the ER, a loud explosion was heard from inside and the entire ER was engulfed in flames.

Owen felt himself being thrown on the ground as his entire world went blank.

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‘ You paged, Dr. Shepherd?’ Stephanie asked, as she approached Amelia at the corridors of the Neurosurgical floor.

‘ Yes, I need you to book an OR and prep a patient for another emergency craniotomy and blood clot evacuation.’ said Amelia. ‘ Mr Jenkins, he’s still in the ER now, but he’ll be transferred to Room 415.’

‘ Another craniotomy? Why can’t it be something a little more interesting like a tumour removal?’ Stephanie asked, pouting.

‘ Not today, Edwards.’ Amelia warned.

The neurosurgeon noticed that her mentee had become less lively and more sullen lately. The usually cheerful, high spirited and motivated resident was now being replaced by a whiny and unmotivated resident. She didn’t know exactly what caused the change in Stephanie, but she suspected it had to do with the fact that they had lost so many patients recently, and Stephanie tended to blame herself for the loss of each and every patient. Amelia suspected that it might have been taking its toll on her.

‘ Fine.’ Stephanie muttered as she stormed off to prepare the patient for surgery. Amelia shook her head as she watched her resident’s retreating figure.

Just then, an announcement blared through the hospital intercom.

‘ Attention! Code Red. Code Red. This is an emergency. All patients and medical personnel are required to evacuate the hospital premises immediately.’

Chaos ensued right after as all the nurses and doctors rushed to evacuate their patients from their rooms.

‘ Dr Shepherd, what are we gonna do with our more critical patients?’ one of the nurses asked her.

‘ Arrange for transfer to Seattle Presyberian for all our critical patients, post op patients and those awaiting emergency surgery. ’ she replied. ‘ I’ll discharge all the stable patients and those awaiting elective surgery.’

As Amelia rushed through discharging her patients, her mind kept on wandering to her husband in the ER. She wondered whether he was ok. She hoped and prayed that the fire did not originate from the ER.

In just a matter of minutes, Amelia found herself running down the emergency stairs with staff members and patients.

She had no idea where Edwards was. She didn’t know if all her patients, especially those still in critical condition could be safely evacuated.

But most important of all, she needed to know that her husband was safe and sound.

She reached the ground floor in record time and was greeted by the thick smell of smoke. The entire ground floor was engulfed in thick smoke and the entire ER had been reduced to a rubble.

She felt her entire world spinning.and her heart sinking.

No, no, this can’t been happening.

‘ Owen!!’ she cried out. ‘Owen!! Where are you!!’

There was no reply, only silence greeted her.

She rushed to the hospital exit to find almost the entire hospital staff gathered at the hospital grounds. Some firefighters were already at the scene working extra hard to put out the fire.

‘ Owen!!’ she cried out, looking for any signs of his distinctive ginger hair.

But he was no where to be found. She couldn’t spot a single familiar face among the huge crowd gathered at the hospital compounds.

She sank on the ground in tears, defeated.

Owen had to be alive, he needed to hear the wonderful news that he was going to be a father.

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