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multirockbands · 1 year

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A Moment Too Late

•Chris Cornell•

Summary: the reader gets a phone call, the last phone call from Chris.

Warnings: Death, Suicide, Fluff (some sad shit grab your tissues)

Pairing: Chris Cornell x Fem!Reader

You and Chris have knew each other since teenage years, you saw him struggle through his darkest moments now he seemed happy, or so you though he was, you welcomed Three kids with Chris, today you all were in Detroit for one of Chris’ performances he was always anxious when it came with shows or appearances you walked into his dressing room to find him sitting, he looked up at you then put his head back down “you’ll do great my love” you said has you kneeled down in front he looked at you and gave you a slight smile “I love you so much, you know that?” He stood up and wrapped his arms around your waist locking his lips with yours, you pulled away grabbing his hand “Come on you’ll do great” he walked out the room after you his face brightened when he saw your kids, he gave them kisses and hugs and gave you a kiss before going up on stage.

*time skip*

After the show you and Chris finally made it back to the hotel room while the children were with a nanny you woke Chris who had fallen asleep during the drive, Chris seemed off but you didn’t question it probably from the show, you followed behind Chris he stopped at the desk “two rooms please” you were confused ‘two rooms?, what was he thinking?’ Chris grabbed your hand and you both were in an elevator to the second floor, you looked at him with curiosity, “why did you say two rooms?” You really needed to know why he ask for two rooms, he smiled and looked at you saying four words “Don’t worry about it” the elevator door opened and you walked out following Chris looking for your rooms “Come on Chris im your wife tell me what’s wrong”, he turned around annoyed “Look y/n if your not gonna respect me on what I want to keep to myself then leave!” “You know what I will, fuck off!”, you turned around walking away driving to the nanny was staying you got out the car knocking on the front door to reveal the nanny, “hi y/n! Aren’t you suppose to be with Chris?” You walked inside and sat down “the kids?” You asked the nanny as she say next to you “asleep. What about Chris”?, you let out a breath looking down at your hands “he wouldn’t tell me why he checked in for two rooms I was just trying to help but I didn’t get response I wanted.” You looked up at the clock reading the time 12:06 am, “I think I should get ready for bed its pretty late” the nanny agreed and went to her own room, as you got ready for bed you heard your phone ringing and saw it was from Chris.

“Hello?”, there was a silence for a second then there was an answer “hey baby im sorry for what I did I just wanna let you know I love you and the kids a lot.” He sounded sad, as if he was crying “Chris what’s wrong my love?” You heard him breath in shakily “Nothing baby im just tired” you weren’t buying any of it “No your not Chris please tell me what you did I’ll forgive you I promise” he let out a breath saying his last words “im just tired I love you” you know something was wrong and got up quick and drove to the hotel and remembered the room number of his and hurried to his room and knocked on the door “CHRIS OPEN THE DOOR PLEASE” no response “CHRIS PLEASE” again, no response you ran downstairs and asked for a copy of the room key and ran back to the room, you unlocked the door and ran into the room “CHRIS BABY IM SORRY” you turned around and saw the bathroom light on ‘Oh god please no’ you thought you ran to the door and opened it to see him hanging in the restroom “CHRIS NO!” You got him down and called the phone for help you took Chris’ lifeless body into your arms crying, “Chris please wake up, please baby I need you” you leaned down and kissed his cold lips one last time, as the ambulance came and took Chris you sat with him holding his cold hand the paramedics doing everything they can to save him, everything around you was a blur your focus was all on Chris.

Moments later you were in the waiting room with the nanny who had came along you sat there with everything being a blur thinking what you could’ve done more, you saw the doctor come out of the room Chris was in “Mrs Cornell?” You stood up and waited the doctor to say he was at least ok, but no “we tried everything we can by the time he was here he was pronounced brain dead” you felt your knees go weak as you fell to the floor thinking of the times you two were the happiest.

1980

*flashback*

You and Chris were skipping school he looked at you, admiring you “go hide and I’ll seek” you looked at him confused “what” he smiles at your cluelessness “go hide and I’ll find you” he smiled your eyes went wide as you hopped off the tree and ran somewhere to hide, you decided to hide behind a tree and heard Chris as soon as you did “im coming to get you!” You smiled to yourself hearing him getting closer “hm I wonder where she can be” you chuckled which was a bad mistake causing him to find you “I found ya!” You smiled and ran until there was grass making it easier to run you squealed as you felt a pair of arms wrap around your waist causing him to fall on top of you smiling and laughing that he caught you he leaned down and kissed you and put his face in your neck and gave it a quick peck and helped you up, you both sat on a bench nearby Chris looked at you and you smiled back, you poked his thigh smiling “what’s going on in that mind, Cornell” he smiled and said proudly “I’m gonna Marry you one day and make you Mrs. Cornell” you instantly connected you lips with his pulling away hugging him “I would love that”.

*Flashback end*

You couldn’t believe he was gone he promise he wouldn’t leave you, but he did, he promise he wouldn’t hurt you, he did if only you knew that he was struggling again you loved him so much he made your world and now the light is gone and darkness makes it’s way back in, if only you knew and only if he would’ve told you.

A/n: this was a long one let me know what you think please I also take requests love y’all!

#chris cornell #soundgarden #90s grunge #grunge #fanfiction #fanfic #reader insert #requests #x reader #rock #seattle #sadnees #fluff #punk

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syaosakureal · 5 months

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Clear card pros and cons (that i can remember i need to reread it again)

Pros:

SYAOSAKU DATING ‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥

idk more content around our fave characters (though not as much but take it as you will)

The wierd ass technology update all of a sudden everyone has iphones (minus syaoran)

It picked up from the og ending where syaoran comes back from hong kong

SYAOSAKU DATING 🥹🥹🥹

SYAOSAKU WENT ON A DATE ‼️‼️

Unlocked sakura new swag (at the cost of ending her cardcaptor retirement…)

(Anime only) english dub actors of trc syaosaku voice ccscc syaosaku i thought that was pretty cool (syaoran sounds like maybe he went through puberty a little too early but thats okay)

(Anime only) SYAORAN SPEAKS FRENCH IN THE ENGLISH DUB

cute art style

Maybe just me but sometimes i get a little emotional seeing sakura in her daily life in middle school because its like !! Wow i remember when you were in 4th grade and now you’re in 7th grade im so proud of you sakura 🥹

Momo (new mascot to make marketable plushie off of)

(Anime only) MEILING COMEBACK ‼️

THE SYAOSAKU SONG HOSHI NO TEGAMI 😭😭😭😭😭 BEST SONG EVERRRR WTF SYAORANS SINGING VOICE IS SO!:?:)/$/? THEYRE SUCH A GOOD DUET

SYAOSAKU DATING. Btw. Theyre a couple. Theyre dating and theyre in love.

Cons:

KAITO.

New characters who happen to be mediocre

Akiho is literally just a carbon copy of sakura who is just sad (they refused to touch on the different aspects of her like reading books, singing and from kong kong only very rarely)

Kaito fucking sucks literally worst ccs of all time and THATS A LOT saying theres literal PEDOS in the fucking show but theyre all background characters but they can also piss off

Tbf i got confused along the way

Too many plot holes

Syaosaku angst

Syaosaku couldnt touch for a while 😔

Anyway why did yelan do that (referring to point above)

Some shit does not make sense

Tsubasa/xxxholic references (this is for you oomf)

Syaoran???? Is part of the “im keeping things from sakura” gang???? And it sucks so bad (yes it got resolved in the later half BUT IT STILL SUCKED)

TOO MANY THINGS KEPT FROM SAKURA JUST TELL HER DAMN

pushes most characters from the og manga aside to focus on akiho and that man 🙄🙄🙄

Clamp forces us to care about them but in reality we really do not gaf

(In reference to point above) Clamp sees that and pushes the nostalgia tactics/references sometimes and its lowkey tiring

The part where the syao/saku/tomo were reminiscing that fuck ass teacher made me ill i genuinely wanted to kms

Still hasnt gotten rid of their p*do ass shit thanks clamp very cool (sarcasm)

Did i mention that the og characters were pushed back? Because they really were

Akiho felt more of the main character of this story instead of sakura

Tbh not much happened in the entirety of this manga ESPECIALLY considering time shenanigans

Im still mad that syaoran hid stuff from sakura tbh

HOW CAN I FORGET THE UGLY ASS “YUNAAKI IS SIMILAR TO SYAOSAKU” PARALLELS AND HOW BADLY IT PISSES ME OFF

syaosaku dont look but theres an ugly bitch trying to be like you (yunaaki)

Yunaaki becoming borderline canon despite it being a toxic and p*dophilic ship

Kaito still exists in this fucking story and got a somewhat happy ending (befriending syaoran dont piss me the fuck off)

COMPARING KAITO TO SYAORAN KYS @ CLAMP

Kero/tomoyo/yue/nakuru/spinnel basically everyone magically involved is pushed back basically useless until the final act (i think i mentioned the character pushback before)

Still major plotholes

Yamazaki tells the truth now

Touya got whitewashed

Akiho still has too many similarities to sakura it still pisses me off. Why cant they make her her own character

My girl sakura developed anxiety

MY BOY SYAORAN DEVELOPED DEPRESSION

angsty ass middle schoolers

Didnt like the scene where sakuras grandad was basically throwing shade at syaoran comparing his romance with sakura to … sakura’s fuckass dad grooming her mom. What

Syaoran calmed down a bit i miss when he was chaotic af but whatever #middleschoolerthings

Season 2 is taking forever to release good lord

#thats about it i can think for now #if i remember i’ll probably add more idk #clear card spoilers #thoughts

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surpriserose · 11 months

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Guys please help i think i got a haunted copy of papas freezeria deluxe and now im scared

Like a lot of people, I was excited to see Papa’s Freezeria Deluxe come to Steam. It was a dream come true. Until it became a nightmare. I thought I was in for a weekend of nostalgic fun. Boy was I wrong.

It started okay, I didn’t get it from a sketchy source or anything. I'm against piracy and I would never pirate a game so near and dear to my heart. I just downloaded it off Steam like any other game. And it looked like a normal children’s game too. The starting screen was bright and happy, the smoothies on either side of the start button beckoning me in.

The problems didn’t start until I hit my first payday. Since I finally had the money from a week’s worth of drinks, I clicked on the shop page. When I looked at the furniture it was all purple and black and orange. The whole shop was Halloween themed and I hadn’t even unlocked holidays yet. I thought it was a little odd, but figured it was just a visual glitch in the end. The video game equivalent of colors bleeding in the wash. I bought a few bats and hung them up in the spirit of things.

When I clicked to start the next day, it was like I really had skipped forward to Halloween. My first customer was Marty and he was in costume. He was dressed as a zombie, but the thing was, his costume just looked so realistic. His skin was gray and cracked in places, showing muscle and bone underneath. His model lurched forward, hands with long black nails raised up. He left a trail of hyper realistic blood on the floor. Then my avatar spotted Marty and he looked scared. My simulacrum contorted his cartoonish brows and his mouth gaped open.

Quickly, I pressed to go to the blender station, hoping to save my avatar. Instead of the usual head on counter view, I was in a hallway with a third person view of my avatar. I could see the entire kitchen and it was horrifying. The ice cream machine was slowly churning what looked like more hyper realistic blood. I hoped it was just strawberry flavored. Bloody handprints were smeared on the walls and counters. There were about five bloody knives on the floor. The toppings section was awash in human viscera. I had to get my little guy out of here. I spotted a door at the end of the hallway.

I started pressing the W key, which is forward in most games. My avatar moved forward slowly, as if he was hesitating. As if somehow whatever was in front of him was worse than what was behind him. But that couldn’t be possible, right? I smashed the W key down and my avatar started sprinting. He slammed into the door and flung it open, revealing an alleyway behind the Freezeria. One that was crawling with 30 of those hyper realistic zombies. They all looked like the other customers. Neither I or my avatar had any time to react before they leapt at him. Where my avatar once stood was now a mass of gray and green hands and a slowly growing pool of blood beneath them. But my avatar could still scream, and did. They sounded so real and chilled me to the bone.

The curtains swooped down from either side of my screen and the familiar after work minigame popped up. Sundae shot. I only had one ticket to play and there was no way to exit the game. I pressed start.

The curtains retreated, revealing a horde of realistic zombies. I was in first person, a pistol in my cartoon hands. I grabbed my mouse and switched to FPS mode. I shot the first Zombie in the head, and Boomer went down, the remains of her head splattered on the wall behind her. I was able to take out four more of them before the gun clicked in my hand. Empty. I swore and started trying to move using WASD, but I remained rooted in place as the horde marched forward. I threw my arms up in front of my face, bracing for gory impact. But the curtains swung down right as the first zombie reached me.

I hadn’t realized I was holding my breath, and let out a sigh. The game had closed itself. I was tired after this ordeal, so I figured I’d save deleting it from my Steam library for tomorrow. I stood up from my chair and stretched my arms above my head before I heard the satisfying click in my back. It was another click I heard first. The click of a lock being turned. I swung towards the door of my studio apartment. It creaked open a few inches and I heard a harmony of low groans. It was when the first rotted hand stuck out from the shadows outside that I knew I had nowhere to run.

#scary #spooky #creepy #really scary guys i promise #my writing or whatever my tag is #papas freezeria #creepypasta

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margotquinsel · 11 months

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Modern Encanto AU

Chapter 8 Not what we were expecting

After Agustin Phoned his wife they met up and walked to the cabin. It was quite a long walk but Agustin didnt mind, Julieta and Isabela however.

"My feet hurt.." Complained Juileta.

"Mine also hurttt!"

"Stop copying mee."

"Im not copying youu, your copying mee."

"Oh look the cabin is over there." Agustin lied to try to stop whatever was going to happen between them.

"Are we there yet?" A tired Mirabel asked.

"Almost, Mariposa," A cheerful Juileta said, she was happy because the first thing she wanted to do when they got to the cabin was to throw herself on to her new bed, little did she know that their cabin was still 10 minutes away."

"Pa?"

"Si Mi flor."

"Can you still see the cabin."

Agustin froze.

"I- well uh-."

Luisa must of read his mind cause she said,

"Isa theres a bunch of cabins. how is Pa supposed to know which one is ours?"

"He said he could see it, so obviously he knows which one it is."

Agustin gulped. Yes he knew where they were going but he didn't know what the cabin looked like. How is he supposed to know when theres the same cabin everywhere?

It was like copy n paste copy n paste copy n paste.

Mirabel got tired of walking and wanted some drama, she thought for a while for the perfect idea.

Run off? No

Jump on Isabela? No

Jump on Mama? NO

"Hmm."

"Anything the matter mariposa?"

Mirabel lifted her head to see her mother staring at her with a look that shes always hated, the family called it:

"The Meddlesome stare."

Mirabel zoned out and when she zoned back in she could see the shear fear in her mothers eyes.

"Whats wrong?" That was a stupid question to ask she thought to herself. Julieta hates it when people zoned out and stare at her with big beady eyes, but then again shes scared of everything.

Mirabel looked around her to see if it could of been something else.

She then heard a loud thud followed by gasp, she turned round to see that her mother had tripped up on a small stone and Luisa was helping her back up.

But Julietas bags were not what Luisa was expecting, as soon as she held out her hand for her old mother and her mother grappled on, Luisa fell face first.

At this time Isabela wanted her fathers attention just to herself and thought now was a perfect time, so she clung on to her fathers arm.

"Hey Pa." She said with a beaming smile

"Hey Amor, whats got you so happy?"

"Being here with you, I think we need some father daughter time. Just us. No one else. "

"Ay, thats a good idea but you know how your mama gets when I'm not with her."

(If your wondering why its because shes worried that he might get in a really bad car crash or get hurt.)

Isabela groaned. She hasn't had a day with her Pa in ages.

The last time she hung out with him was way before Mirabels birth, and ever since she hasn't really spent time with him.

Mirabel was a special baby and needed attention 24/7 just in case something bad happened. And Isabela got jealous,. Really jealous.

After around 5 minutes the family was finally at the cabin.

The cabin was..... Not what they were expecting.

The cabin had two greenish blueish doors, A patio, and what really surprised them was the mailbox. The cabin did look sturdy, it was made out of logs which didn't surprise them, it was in the middle of the woods.

Underneath the patio was a door.

"Look!" Mirabel exclaimed.

The family stared at her then at the at the door she was pointing to.

"It looks like the door from coraline!"

Mirabel has always been obsessed with the movie. And when she saw it she got excited.

Before Agustin could unlock the door there was a loud squeaky noise, in which Agustinn thought was one of the workers in a mickey mouse but instead it was their new neighbour. (Not for long)

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verbosebabbler · 2 years

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ZampanioSim North About Newsposts: ZampanioSim North

I'm currently retracing my steps through the game with the new tools I have. Anything I find won't be added to my main document until I get enough to make the change substantial. It'll be v.2. at that point. But until then, I will list all my findings separately here.

These are newsposts that I found in the code. Debugger > farragofiction > ZampanioSimNorth > static > js > About.tsx

I tend to not add these to the main document as it feels more like notes meant for the creator's, programmers, and othersuch and not the participating audience. But It's important to at least archive them somewhere. The notes are here below the tab from 04/15/2021 - 10/19/2021

"04/15/2021", "i feel...tentatively hopeful about this project? maybe it goes nowhere but this is my first creative work since the pandemic started so *shrugs*. i'm just happy to be MAKING something. plus im kinda burnt out on homestuck??? and this Zampanio thing is...well i don't wanna spoil the creepypasta faq if you haven't read it yet. i just feel myself spinning up a new obsession is all."

"04/18/2021", "ugh. why did I decide a skill tree was so vital to this simulation? it's HARD to get it looking right rip. but skills are obvs important to actual Zampanio so what can i do. plus its absolutely hilarious seeing things like 'Book Beam' get generated"

"05/22/2021", "stats exist now, just copying from wigglersim cuz why wouldn't i. s'not like the actual Zampanio is clear on how stats are"

"06/01/2021", "shareable urls are a thing because i have a problem and the problem is wanting ppl to be able to share urls. this might TECHNICALLY violate the personalization requirement for Zampanio but...i mean. its me. i can't NOT make shareable urls.", "plus this way i can make custom sessions"

"06/02/2021", "lol i just realized what appeals to me so much about Zampanio. its kinda like House of Leaves meets Polybius? (however you spell that). i wonder if that makes the [REDACTED] the ~minotaur~?", "srsly i just freaking love that creepypasta faq so much"

"06/03/2021", "happy birthday OB, the achievement system just went live. its on the third too which is just perfect. i already was using 3 as an arc num in here. hey ,neat, all the numbers are divisible by 3 on OBs bday.", "i should do something with this..."

"06/06/2021", "finally making other menu screens, got statistics and achivements in. its weird, theres a lot more work than id think for just a simple simulation", "its because i cant keep my damn nose out of adding secrets everywhere and putting a frankly absurd amount of work into set pieces designed to make twists punch harder"

"06/08/2021", "im love. rage mode is everything i hoped it would be. absolute perfection. maybe i should call it headache mode? its just. its breath taking. beautiful. im the smartest damn human.", "i just really am a fan of things appearing to be one thing, revealing themselves to be a completely seperate thing, but if you think about it never weren't the first thing too."

"06/13/2021", ":) :) :)", "oh man im feeling so smug right now about what happens even in normal mode"

"06/16/2021", ":) :) :)", "https://www.reddit.com/r/TheMagnusArchives/comments/nzz96g/this_notspiral_perfectly_represents_spiral_in_my/"

"06/19/2021", "wastes can hack now (both in game wastes and real ones)", "if you're a real waste you don't need me telling you how to hack, g'luck ;) ;) ;)"

"06/20/2021", "finally got the skill tree to center itself omg why was that so hard"

"06/23/2021", "mess up bg but softly"

"06/27/2021", "50% less homestuck", "look this is just where i am right now, caring more about creepy pastas then sburb"

"06/29/2021", "menu items actually can be unlocked upgraded but not everything is implemented yet obvs"

"07/01/2021", "music!!!", "i especially love how terrible and upsetting the rage mode music is"

"07/03/2021", "just truth mode :) :) :)", "basically its a reference to Just Monika and a few other things"

"07/06/2021", "can use the skill tree to upgrade menus finally"

"07/10/2021", "working on gaslighting word meanings", "my fav part of this is i keep forgetting i did it and i get upset/confused that 'quests' are now called 'dogs' or something"

"07/11/2021", "standardizing OBs voice. they deserve more than just being AB but meaner."

"07/13/2021", "as the false bg moves around the true mirrors OBs thoughts"

"07/15/2021", "it is physically impossible to create a shitty world and NOT be a sociopath", "turns out the easiest way to make party members is to lobotomize a fully realized player"

"07/18/2021", "really like how i did the gods screen", "honestly everything about this project is ridiculously self indulgent. i don't actually expect many ppl to enjoy it but...its really fun to make??? it brings me joy to try simulating such a weird creepypasta.")

"03/30/3031", "i have finally implemented spiral/sand"

"07/22/2021", "hunting is no longer associated with clowns", "did i go out of my way to leave the 'bug' in for weeks just so i could mirror the faq bug? yes. ofc i did. theres just something so surreal about being issued a clown wig and a bicycle horn when you ask how to kill deer"

"07/23/2021", "THE END IS NEVER THE END", "we're really in it now"

"07/24/2021", " the Thief of Beef is now possible. that is all there is to say on the matter.", "rereading old newspost and srsly its surreal to see any even tangentially mention the pandemic? if i'd seen something like that in a dev log two years ago i would have assumed it was part of an arg or some shit and not just like 'ah yes that period of literal years where eveyone wore masks and reassured everyone about quarantine procedures any time they mentioned leaving the house'.

"07/25/2021", "the Thief of Beef is no longer mandatory for all party members to emulate", "haha whoops"

"08/02/2021", "okay so maybe game like activity is possible but i do not recommend it the ~~minotaur~~ gets pissed if you wander into its labrynth", "if you do it its on your end"

"08/03/2021", "dammit AW just let me know that the faq link is dead... gonna try to see if its cached somewhere (is it old enough for waybackmachine to find it???), if anybody sees anything related to it send it my way, i *swear* im not crazy this is a real thing", "also shoutout to 'craig researcher' which a scammer just let me know 'died' adn probably left me a huge fortune"

"08/05/2021", "one good thing about ZampanioSim getting leaked early is that I found out that firefox freaking *hates* fuckUpBGButSoftly. my beloved. why. ", "at least Truth no longer hates firefox with an unending rage"

"08/08/2021", "eyes and spirals are illegal, i thought you should know. and claiming the menu isn't a menu is equally illegal. maybe more illegal tbh", "maybe i should make like, a youtube guide showing why"

"08/14/2021", "how can eyes be real if mirrors aren't real? so anyways i made mirrors real just in case", "also truth is more true than it was before via being less true than it was before. its okay."

"08/15/2021", "Spiders can wear hats now.", "also, I guess if you care about that sort of thing, you can now be killed horrifically by monsters. well. just the one monster. it follows you around and even if you can kill it it just comes back slightly different. don't worry about it."

"08/16/2021", "time is now officially hard", "in addition to being the shittiest aspect it just is difficult to form. its difficult to follow without a proper mind"

"08/19/2021", "lets all regret having eyes together, shall we?"

"08/24/2021", "look i don't know how or why found footage is a part of the zampanio experienceyar. i just know i feel really proud of how i worked that part of it in."

"08/25/2021", "new avatar who this", "my fav part of this new design is it implies my lack of face was *always* a coiled spring, i just chose not to uncoil it"

"08/29/2021", "skills are real now but only if you're willing to blaspheme against the concept of simulations", "i personally wouldn't recommend blasphemy"

"08/31/2021", "theres something calming about actually getting to see what the skills do, finally. fun fact: its nothing", "shoutout to the late coleman researcher who definitely left me some money according to this scammer"

"09/13/2021", "starting to get desperate about finding that FAQ. the forums mostly seem dead, so I'm gathering up whoever I can find in a discord server to try to follow the breadcrumbs.", "Note to self: post link to discord once this goes live."

"09/21/2021", "bad news: still haven't managed to find that FAQ. good news: guess who just managed to get their hand on an *actual copy of zampanio*???", "Shout out to that weird dead zampanio server for somehow embedding it in a powerpoint???”

"09/25/2021", "things are really starting to come together!!! polish is continuing, a few more secrets!!!" :) :) :)

"10/05/2021", "trying to herd the spiders in here before Halloween. my plan is, no matter the state of the sim, to 'go live' before then. i get the feeling i'll be working on this sim for the rest of my natural life (quite happily, don't get me wrong) so no sense in waiting for it 'to be done'!!!", "i still wanna add the quest system, maybe unlockable titles instead of them being default, maybe that lore screen i keep promising, you know, the basics. but also THE END IS NEVER THE END and all so there will always be things to add. you should add things too. on a03. on the wiki. anywhere fan works go. maybe if enough of us are making zampanio works we can shake loose what happened to that faq? or play it ourselves? Zampanio is a very good game. You should play it."

"10/19/21", "realized its kind of a dick move to throw wastes at 'infinite spiralling secrets' without even a hint of a guide (shame AB couldn't join us over here), so made my traditional gigglesnort hideytalk riddlefuckery checklist. going to start herding people in here proper. shout out in the meantime to the Herald, the Scribe, the Weaver and the other Unmarked who found their way in even before I started herding, btw."

#discoveringzampanio

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stupidreamer · 3 years

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Did... did Elwin just diagnose me with an incurable disease?

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isabellitah · 3 years

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Title : Our Wife

Pairing : Sakusa Kiyoomi x Female!Reader x Miya Atsumu

Warning : blood ig, curse words, attempted rape, torture, and mentions of death

Credits : to the artists regarding the drawings of Sakusa Kiyoomi and Miya Atsumu found on the banner- i saved them from pinterest I think.

Note : do not copy or repost this anywhere else. I do not write Haikyuu!! fics anywhere else.

Y/n Miya-Sakusa was scared. No- scratch that- you were terrified.

You wouldn’t show it to your captors though- your husbands taught you to never show fear- but Jesus Christ- you were terrified not only for yourself but more so for your unborn child- a child you didn’t even know existed until half an hour before you got kidnapped from your own room. For the past hour that you’ve been tied to a chair in the middle of the room, they haven’t touched your body. The same couldn’t be said for your face. Half of your face was covered in slightly dried blood; blood that came a wound you got when they slammed your head against the edge of your beside drawer to knock you unconscious, and a spilt lip that was still bleeding slightly from when they punched you when you spat at the face of the person who demanded your husbands’ locations and the locations of all your warehouses. The thought alone made you scoff- you’re no rat. Unlike whoever the hell gave your home’s location away. Your husbands were going to be so pissed when they find you gone and your shared room thrashed about.

Sitting on the wooden chair was become a pain in the ass. Literally. You couldn’t even escape because of the metal cuffs attached to your wrists, forearms, and ankles and they took your daggers away. You’re stuck and all you can do it wait. Wait for either your husbands to burst through the door or wait for your promised torture session and possible death.

Minutes- hours- who knows how long later, two men in black barged into the room, startling you from your daydream carrying knives with guns in their holsters. Well... looks like your Omi and Tsumu are too late huh...

“Ready, Princess?” thing 1 with an eyepatch said with a smile, showing his yellow teeth, “Boss said we gots to kill ye before yer husbands get here. Ye know, so they barge in ‘ere only to see yer bleeding body. Even better if they get to see yer naked corpse, doncha think?”

“Boss said not to rape her tho-” thing 1 interrupted thing 2, “what boss doesn’t know won’t hurt ‘im. And besides- I wanna leave Miya a surprise for stabbing my eye.”

And just as thing 1 started moving towards you, a scream was heard from outside the door and echoed into the room, sending shivers down things 1 and 2’s spines. You, on the hand, smiled. They’re here... fucking finally.

“What was that?” Thing 2 looked around nervously. Huh- he must be new to the business. Poor guy he won’t make it far at this point. Thing 1 shrugged, “eh who cares? There’s no one we can’t kill.” he boasted. Dumb overconfident pig.

Another scream rang through followed by a shout of terror, “THEY’RE HERE!” that was cut off as a loud gunshot echoed through the walls followed by a series of bangs and clangs. The familiar sound brought you off guard- they brought everyone? You were sure that that clang was from Michinari’s favorite weapon- his metal bat. Where were you and who took you that they felt it necessary to have everyone here? You were brought out of your train of thoughts when you realized that all of a sudden everything and everyone was silent. All you can hear was your own heartbeat.

“Ah fuck it-” thing 1 looked at your form with a crazed look in his eyes that sent shivers down your spine.

“Dude what are you-”

“Well it’s obvious we won’t make it out alive-”

“Wait what?”

“-might as well have fun before we die, ey?”

With that said he closed the gap between you two. You felt your mind blank as tears started forming in your eyes. The moment he ripped Atsumu’s shirt from your person, the tears fell along with the loudest scream you could muster, “OMI! ATS-” you were cut off as thing 1 smacked your cheek with the butt of his gun, “shut up ye lil bitch. Yer not leavin til I get my f-”

Thing 2 was suddenly down- a hole on the side of his head. None of you even heard the door open so that meant Shinsuke was here- well him or Rintarou since they’re the stealthiest in your family.

Thing 1 suddenly stood up straight and placed his hands up with his palms up and blocking your view from whoever was with you two in the room, “hey uhhh I was forced to do this, mates- it- it wasn’t anything personal, yea?” Sat on a wooden chair in just your undergarments and the remnants of one of your husbands’ shirt, you let a small smile appear on your face. They’re here. You and your little bean are safe now.

Rintarou stepped out of the shadows and from his voice you could tell he looked bored, “so... where is she?”

Thing 1 shook his head, having lost his voice the moment his eyes met the bored yet malicious ones of one Suna Rintarou- one of the deadliest assassins of the Inarizaki family, and prayed that the fox wouldn’t notice your bleeding form behind him.

The moment you let out a sob, he pushed thing 1 away and squatted in front of you. And he was not happy with what he saw was done to you-

He saw your bloody and bruised face. He saw your shaking hands and the tears you let flow from your eyes. But what angered him the most was the fact that someone he viewed as his little sister lost the brightness is her eyes.

Any chance the idiot had with reasoning with him was gone.

“Congratulations, idiot. You’ve secured a spot in our personal dungeon.” Rintarou smiled as he heard a sharp thump before the telltale sound of a body hitting the ground, “you didn’t hit him too hard, did you, Shinsuke-san?”

“Not hard enough.”

“Ok- let’s get these off of you before your hubbies come in here,” with that said both men started unlocking the cuffs trapping you onto the chair. After freeing you, you were immediately hit with the feeling of fatigue and let your body fall onto the person closest to you. Shinsuke caught your semi-limp body and immediately became worried but calmed down as he felt your breaths. He arranged your position so that you were laying across his lap, facing the roof of the cell. Rintarou settled himself beside Shinsuke after texting Kiyoomi your location- receiving an immediate reply that they’ll be there as soon as Atsumu is out of his blood haze. Shinsuke brushed his hand through your hair but immediately stopped when you whimpered, “hit- t-table- home.”

The two men exchanged worried glances when you stared up at them with your eyelids slowly closing. Rintarou tapped your cheek, “Y/n-chan, stay awake- how do you feel right now?”

“Aish of all the questions Rin-”

“B-baby...”

“Kiyoomi-san and Tsumu will be he-”

“M-my baby...” their eyes widened as you shakily placed your hand onto your tummy before falling limp in Shinsuke’s arms. He refrained from panicking when he saw your chest still rising and falling in patterns- you probably fainted from exhaustion.

“Holy shi-”

“Y/N!”

The moment the two saw your limp body they assumed the worst- but as Atsumu was about to yell out his rage and sorrow, Osamu appeared from the shadows and hit the back of his head, “she’s breathing, you moron.”

“I knew that, shitface.”

“Who ya callin’ shitface, ya pig?”

“Who ya callin’ a pi-”

“Aran,” Kiyoomi calmly spoke as he turned to face the hitman- ignoring his husband and brother-in-law, “lead the way out- make sure that there will be no delays. We must take Y/n to Motoya immediately- we don’t know the extent of her wounds- however they look... less than favorable as of the moment.”

At the reminder of your current condition, the twins shutted up, “Osamu,”

“Yeah, Omi-san?”

“Bring that thing with us.” was muttered with great disdain while his finger was pointed towards the unconscious thing 1.

And so they left the building covered in blood with neutral faces.

They may not show it but they were livid.

They didn’t miss your tear and blood stained face nor the the fact that your shirt was ripped right down the middle.

They knew what was going to happen to you had they been a second late.

“Hitoshi and Heisuke are already tracking the rats- we’ll have them in the basement by tonight,” informed Kiyoomi’s trustworthy gunsmith, Tsukasa Iizuna.

“They better- only question now is who gets first dibs on the assholes.”

As they settled into the car, Shinsuke told them the news of your latest surprise. He knew that they’d go even more ballistic were they to find out during the check-up from Motoya. But since they were in a closed and moving car with you on their laps, they couldn’t really do much except stiffen and let their rage grow stronger- and he looks forward to seeing what they’ll do to the bastards tonight. Shinsuke, above all things, is a man of honor- and what he hates above all things, are traitors.

“PLEASE! I’M SORRY! PLEA- AHHH” Thing 1 screamed as Kiyoomi dug his dagger deeper into the man’s shoulder- forming a hollow hole of sort.

“Just a little more... I want to see if your bones are clean or if they need to cleansed as well-”

“Omi-omi~ I want my turn !” whined Atsumu as he crossed his arms and pouted at his husband.

Kiyoomi rolled his eyes, “you had your turn five minutes ago when you spilled acid onto his legs- it’s my turn now.” with that said, Kiyoomi ripped his dagger from the man’s flesh without a warning and grabbing a bowl from the prisoner’s ‘meal’, poured the bowl of scalding hot soup into the hollow flesh.

And as the man wailed, the two traitors squirmed in fear as they awaited their turns.

“We don’t usually go to this extent but what can we say...”

“No one messes with our wife.”

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strangerthingsharrington · 3 years

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Can’t Fight This Feeling

-22-

The three of us sat in silence for the most part. Too afraid to talk because of the realization hitting us that the monster was closing in on the group at Starcourt.

The pain in my body began to catch up with me. Every inch of me was in pain, but especially my neck and arm. I looked down at my arm and the saw the deep purple bruise. I stared at it, wishing for it to go away. Wishing for me to wake up from this insane nightmare.

But if this nightmare hadn’t happened...then I would still look at Steve as the douchy king Steve version I had built up in my head for so long. And I was so happy and relieved to know that wasn’t the real him. At least not anymore.

“It’s gonna heal,” Dustin said.

I looked over at my brother, seeing him looking down at my bruise as well, “What? This?” I asked, moving my arm slightly.

He nodded and looked at me, “I know,” I told him, “doesn’t make it suck any less.”

He sighed, “I’m...Lou I’m really sorry for getting you involved in this.”

I shrugged lightly as I brought my knees up to my chest, “I would have been more upset to be left out...again. I’d rather be involved and know and help keep everyone safe, then just be sitting at home not knowing how much danger everyone was in.”

He kept his eyes on me for a few more seconds before looking away, to the tree line near Starcourt.

“I never told you anything to keep you safe,” Dustin began, “if something happened to me-I mean that obviously wouldn’t be good, but at least mom would still have someone,” he told me as his eyes began to tear, “dad just-he left her and us. And it sucks. It really does,” he said with a sniffle.

“By keeping you out of the loop, I was-ya know...trying to make sure that mom didn’t lose absolutely everyone in her life. I wanted to keep you safe and make sure that if something happened,” he stopped and looked to me with tears ready to overflow, “then at least you’d be okay and still here with mom so she wouldn’t be alone.”

My cheeks were damp with my own tears and I shook my head, “I’m sorry you’ve had to deal with that, Dust. I appreciate you looking out for me, and I’m here now...and I will do anything to keep you safe. Anything.”

“I know, I just wish this shit wasn’t life or death,” he shrugged.

I grinned at him and wiped my cheeks, “We’re in this together, Dustin. All of us,” I added, looking over to Erica who had been watching us silently, “we’re gonna be good,” I promised.

Erica nodded once to me and looked away, not before a tear slipped down her face.

“Bald eagle has landed!” the panting voice of Murray Bauman came through Cerebro, “repay. Bald eagle has landed.”

I breathed out a laugh and looked to my brother who was grinning as well, “Holy shit, it’s gonna work,” Erica said, with a surprised edge to her voice.

“Come on,” Hop growled through the radio, “how much longer?”

“I dont know, I’ve never done this before!” Murray responded harshly.

The three of us again sat in silence waiting for Murray or Hop to give us the good news that they had gotten the keys. The sooner they got the keys, the sooner this would be over, then we could make sure everyone was okay.

I was hoping that Steve and a Robin had made it to the mall alright and nothing had happened to them while driving.

My heart rate started picking up just thinking about something bad happening to them or to anyone. It was like Dustin said. It really was life and death here unfortunately.

“Get ready lovebirds, you’re almost up to bat!” Bauman announced.

I felt the adrenaline begin picking back up in me. I stood up and walked the few steps to the edge of the hill and looked towards Starcourt. The lights were still flashing like crazy.

I started pacing back and forth waiting for something, anything to come over the radio.

“Lou, come back and sit, your legs are probably killing!” Dustin told me.

I shook my head, “I’m fine,” I insisted since I truly couldn’t feel the pain in my body anymore.

“Lou sit back down!” Erica called.

I shook my head, “I can’t, I’ll sit when we know Mrs. Byers and Hop got the keys.”

“Murray?” Hop questioned aggressively, “Your goddamn code is wrong.”

“What? Are you sure?” Murray responded.

“Yeah im sure,” Hop responded back.

“Well-I suppose it could be wrong...”

“How could it be wrong?” Hop shouted.

“The code is a number! A famous number. Planck’s constant. I -I thought I knew it,” Murray explained, tripping over his words.

“Shit,” I whispered to myself continuing to pace back and forth, “shit, shit, shit, shit.”

“Lou, you do know Planck’s constant?” Dustin called to me.

I looked back to the mall then back to him quickly, “No, I -I used to but not anymore.”

I looked back to the mall, as if I was expecting to see Steve and Robin arriving in one piece. I couldn’t focus on anything without knowing they were okay. I should’ve gone with him.

I knew in my heart that Dustin and Erica would be okay. I knew it and still believed it.

“What are you doing?” Erica asked loudly.

I looked back at the two of them and heard the static of the radio channels as Dustin moved through them.

“What are you doing, Dust?” I asked, taking a step towards them.

He looked up at me, “Trying to get the number for Hop!”

His hand stopped moving the radio knob as he settled on a different channel, he brought the microphone up to his lips, “Suzie do you copy?”

Suzie.

I walked over to them and dropped to my knees next to Dustin.

“Will she know it?” I asked him.

He looked to my with a grin and nodded, “She is one of the smartest people I know...if anyone knows it off by heart it’s her.”

“Suzie, you do copy?” he repeated.

“This is Suzie! I copy!” a sweet voice came through the radio, a pleasant change from Hopper and his angry tone all the time.

“Suzie!” Dustin said happily.

“Dusty-bun?” she questioned.

“Dusty-bun?” Erica repeated, disgusted.

“Where have you been?” Suzie asked my brother.

Dustin closed his eyes, “I’m so so sorry. I’ve-I’ve been really busy...uh, trying to save the world from Russians and monsters.”

Suzie giggled on the other end, “Of course you have!”

“Get the goddamn number!” Erica scolded loudly.

“Who was that?” Suzie asked, sounding worried about hearing another girl on my brothers end of the radio.

Dustin looked over to Erica angrily, “It was-huh I don’t know actually. I think it was just interference,” he said almost questioningly looking over to me.

I nodded and motioned with my hand to keep going.

“So why don’t we huh...change frequency to fourteen point one five eight?” he suggested.

“Copy that, changing frequency. Standby!” Suzie responded eagerly.

Dustin changed the radio to the frequency he told Suzie and sat back waiting for to talk to him again.

He looked at me quickly, “Everyone else is on this one...then they’ll be able to get Plancks constant right from her,” he explained.

I nodded, “Nice,” I said approvingly.

I looked over to Erica and she looked irritated beyond belief. She looked at me and raised her eye brow, motioning between Dustin and the radio. I shook my head, and brought a finger to my lips to make sure she knew to keep quiet.

I loved her sass, but we needed this number to save everyone. And the only way to get it was through Suzie.

“Dusty-bun, you copy?” her voice cut through the static.

“I copy Suzie-poo,” he smiled.

At that I’ll admit I almost lost it and started laughing. But I composed myself and calmed down.

“It sounds so much better now, thanks,” he told her, he cleared his throat, “Okay so listen, do you know Planck’s constant?” he asked cutting right to the chase.

“Do you know the earth orbits the sun?” she asked back as Dustin chuckled with a head nod.

“Okay so I know it starts with two sixes and then a...what is it?”

“Okay let me just be clear on this,” she began, “I haven’t heard from you in a week and now you want a mathematical equation that you should know so you can...save the world?”

I grimaced. I couldn’t help but agree with her. If Steve...or anyone hadn’t talked to me for a week then called me randomly for a reason like this...I’d be a little upset too.

“Suzie-poo, I promise I will make it up to you as soon as possible,” he pleaded.

“You can make it up to me now?” she suggested.

My brow furrowed as I looked to my brother who looked alarmed.

“What?” he questioned.

“I want to hear it,” she said.

“Not right now,” he said immediately looking to me.

“Yes now Dusty-bun!”

“Suzie-poo, this is urgent-“

“Yes, yes,” she cut him off, “you’re saving the world I got that the first time. But Ged is also saving Earthsea and he’s about to confront the shadow, so this is Suzie signing off.”

My eyes widened and I smacked my brother roughly on the shoulder motioning to the microphone, “Wait wait wait!” he called into the microphone, giving me a dirty look, “Okay! Okay!”

He took his finger off the button and looked ahead, “Shit,” he murmured.

I rolled by eyes at his attitude. What in the actual world could she be asking him to do that would make him hesitate getting the number that would unlock the key that would finally close this gate?

“Turn around, look at what you see,” my eyes widened and I looked to him unable to form any words.

He looked to me quickly before looking away awkwardly, “In her face, the mirror of your dream.”

Erica and I made eye contact behind Dustin’s back and the shear...dismay on her face was unmistakeable. She really did look utterly disgusted with what was happening.

Dustin was singing the theme for The Neverending Story. Over a radio. To his girlfriend in a different state.

I was more confused than anything.

“Make believe I'm everywhere, given in the light. Written on the pages is, the answer to our never ending story, ah. Reach the stars, fly a fantasy. Dream a dream. And what you see will be. Rhymes that keep their secrets will unfold behind the clouds. And there upon a rainbow is the answer to our never ending story, ah. Story, ah.”

Dustin had a smile on his face at the conclusion of their surprising musical number. I had my eyes trained on him the whole time absolutely perplexed at what was happening.

“Plancks constant is six point six two six zero seven zero zero four,” Suzie said over the radio, much to my relief.

I smiled and looked to Dustin who was grinning while looking ahead, “You just saved the world,” he explained.

“Gosh I missed you Dusty-bun,” she sighed happily to him.

“I missed you more, Suzie-poo,” Dustin cooed to her.

“I miss you more multiplied by all the stars in our galaxy.”

“No I miss you more-“

“Enough,” Erica demanded shutting down their radio connection and cutting off Dustin mid sentence.

“So rude, Erica!” Dustin snapped.

She scoffed, “Well sorry that I don’t want to hear the two of you dorks talking all stupid to each other!”

“I’m sorry you’ve never been in love before!”

“I’m ten you dork, I don’t care about that shit! I care about not puking while you’re making googly eyes at a radio!”

“Both of you, enough!” I said as I stood up, “Can we just appreciate that they got the keys and this shit could be over any time now?”

I walked back to the spot where I could see the mall. The lights weren’t flickering anymore.

“Guys!” I called, smiling, “The mall-the lights are back to normal!”

They were at my sides immediately and I felt a sense of relief wash over me. Maybe El managed to kill the monster before they closed the gate? Either way knowing they were, hopefully, safe was a relief.

“How much longer?” Erica wondered.

I shrugged, “Who’s to say? Hopefully soon.”

“I knew El could do it,” Dustin said quietly.

I turned to him and smirked, “Now back to the Neverending Story singalong.”

He rolled his eyes, “Look it’s our little-little thing we do! We both love the movie and-and it’s just...our thing!”

I was already laughing as he explained himself, “Come on, Lou,” he stressed, “we got the number didn’t we? Doesn’t that count for something?”

“Oh it’ll count for something once you see the party again,” I laughed.

“Um. Guys?” Erica questioned.

I looked back at her as my laughter subsided, “Yeah?”

She didn’t turn her head to look at me, just stuck her arm out and pointed her finger.

I looked back out over the trees back to Starcourt. The lights...they were flickering even worse if that was possible.

My stomach dropped and my chest tightened. The monster was still there. Still going after them. And I wasn’t there to help.

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kylos-bens · 3 years

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Mistakes Like This ↠ Obi-Wan Kenobi (Obi-Wan x Reader) Chapter 5

Word Count: 2.3K

Warnings: Back to angst and tension that is so thicccc you can only cut it with a lightsaber??????? Some violence.

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Chapter 6

A/N: As always you can catch up with most recent chapters on Wattpad. You can find me @/concordiabeskar

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Obi-Wan was sitting behind you and applying the bacta spray. There was a comfortable silence in the quarters and it gave you time to think about what just happened for the past few hours. His fingers lazily drew circles on your back and he placed a kiss on your scar. It sent a shiver down your spine and he felt you tremble. "I'll let you rest," he placed a bandage over your shoulder and skillfully wrapped it around the area. Your robes were placed carefully on you and he gets up from the cot.

"Obi-Wan," you looked at him.

"Yes darling?" he sits down on his own cot. There was a moment of silence before you get up and went over to him. You sit on his lap and wrapped your arms around his neck. His body tensed up but you snuggled your face in the space where his neck met his shoulder. That's when he relaxed. He kissed your hair before he lays back with you on top of his chest. With one hand he supports his head to keep his attention on you. He used the back of his fingers of his free hand to stroke your cheek.

"Just for now until this mission ends," you play with his beard and he nods. You buried your face on his chest and he lets out a soft sigh.

You woke up to an incessant beeping sound. The quarters were dark except for the red and green flashing lights. It took you a moment to realize that you were alone. Obi-Wan was gone but his robes were wrapped around you. You get up and fixed your own and made sure you had your lightsaber attached to your hip. The door was already unlocked and you walked through the ship. You heard Obi's voice and you just followed it. "Hello," you made an entrance and the clones were all standing around with Obi-Wan pointing at something on the hologram of the planet.

"How's your shoulder?" Obi-Wan's voice softened.

"Better," you move your arm to show him that it was doing okay. The bacta was doing what it's meant to do. "What's this?" You moved closer to the hologram and you saw that there were a few red dots blinking.

"We received some signals but they aren't originating from any of us," one of the clones, Neo, spoke up. "It's decoded and we aren't familiar with what's being said."

"Listen," Obi-Wan pressed a button and there was a sound playing. It was numbers being repeated and you crossed your arms over your chest. "It's not a life form."

"Are Zen and his troops back yet?" You look at the other details that showed on the hologram.

"No, but we have tracked their coordinates," Neo brings it up on the map.

"Have they spotted anything?" Obi-Wan stroked his beard. You wanted to go over and do that yourself but you shake the thought out of your head and focused on this.

"Nothing so far," was the response. Obi-Wan looked at you and you stared back.

"We'll go back out again," he touched something on the hologram and it showed a different part of the planet. "Just to make sure. I just have a bad feeling about this place. The signals are what's keeping me here" You clasped your hands in front of you because you started to fidget again.

"Should we just survey above ground?" one of the troopers who you noticed spoke up the most removed his helmet.

"Yes if we can just spot a disturbance above ground it will be a good indication," Obi-Wan looked over at you again. "You and I will go through here." He points somewhere on the map where a red dot blinked. "And I want you Ryder to split up your troops in threes to just survey the other areas here where the red dots are appearing."

"Copy that general," another clone with a scar running down his face replied.

"We'll regroup back here before the sun sets," Obi-Wan pressed his hands on the table and glanced over to you. "Ready?"

"Yes," you nod.

It was just Obi-Wan and you walking through a rocky path. The silence made you uneasy but you know that this was him being focused and not him actually in a bad mood. You just kept walking behind him and looking over the land. Nothing seems out of the ordinary as Zen mentioned. "Did you get enough sleep last night?" You were the first to start a conversation. He looked over his shoulder and gave you a small smile.

"Could have been better," he moved a big boulder out of the way with the force. Now you were worried. Was it something you said before you passed out or was he starting to realize that what the two of you did was wrong? You stopped in your tracks and he took a few steps forward before realizing you weren't keeping up with him.

"Did I do something?" you asked and he immediately walked back you. He shakes his head and lets out a small laugh.

"No, darling. You didn't," Obi-Wan embraced you and kissed the top of your head. "I kept thinking about the mission and you know me and my hunches."

"We won't be alone. The others are on standby until they hear that we discover something," you looked up at him and he lowers his head down to kiss you but you stopped him. "We have to keep going." He nods and both of you continued your walk. The skies were gray and you couldn't tell if the sun was setting anytime soon.

You spot something blinking in the rocks. At first, you thought it was just the reflection on the shiny surface but it was a bright green color. "Do you see it?" Obi-Wan made careful steps and had his hand hovering over his lightsaber. You do the same and your senses are heightened right now.

"Yes," you looked around quickly to make sure nothing or no one was around you.

"Bold of them to place something out here in the open," he said and it hit you.

"It's a trap. Don't get any closer!" you said as you start to back away. Obi-Wan listened to you for once and he held up the comlink.

"We found something. Sending coordinates now," Obi-Wan looked at you and you ignited your lightsaber in case something emerged from behind the massive rocks. There was a hissing sound that startled both you and Obi-Wan. To you, it sounded like steam escaping a vent. You spot exactly what you expected to be coming from behind some rock and then you heard the familiar sounds of droids.

Obi-Wan ignited his own lightsaber and waited for the first few droids to appear. You twirled yours and he looked over to you. "Finally the action you actually came for," he grinned. The first few battle droids showed up and they exclaimed.

"Jedi!" one of them started shooting and you blocked it.

"How easy!" you charged after them and sliced clean through the droids and jumped onto a boulder. There were more hissing sounds and the droidekas rolled out and you sighed. These things were a pain in your ass. They got into position and their shields came on. The droidekas started shooting at Obi-Wan not realizing that you were above. He blocked them and signaled for you to get them from behind. You flipped and landed steadily on your feet and brought rocks down on them with the force.

"More incoming!" You turned to see that there was an opening behind some boulders and super battle droids were emerging. They raised their arms and started shooting at you and you blocked everything for now and Obi-Wan around and was able to hit them. These suckers take forever to get taken down. You force chucked rocks towards the droids and Obi-Wan gracefully dodged your own rock attack and the droids blasters. He sliced through the droids and you had enough throwing you charged as well. Back to back you sliced and dodged droids. You impaled a couple of them and Obi-Wan stood back and watched you slice through the last remaining droids.

"It's like you never even got injured," he shouts to you. You lowered your lightsaber and smirked. There was more clanking of droids and you could hear the clones coming closer.

"We have to get inside!" you were about to head in but Obi-Wan grabbed your arm.

"We won't be able to take down the whole factory," he said. "We need to let the Council know about this and they will send more back up."

"No, we need to get to the bottom of this. They had it so obvious we risked our lives going down those caves," you shake him off and he furrowed his brows. In the back of your head, you knew he was right but you still wanted to show him what you could do now.

You run towards the sound of the droids and that leads you into a tunnel. In the distance, battle droids were being dispensed. A whole unit of them and you were blocking their gunfire and Obi-Wan yelled out your name. He didn't sound too happy and you just ignored it because you've been here before. You used the force to clear a path and you sliced heads and limbs off the droids and flipped through. You got to the end of the tunnel and there you were in a massive droid factory built into the rocky caves. More blaster fire came at you and you turned to find more droids coming your way.

Obi-Wan was right behind you and you heard his saber coming into contact with the droids you left behind for him to deal with. Droidekas rolled down the metal ramps and you stood your ground. "Neo, Ryder, Zen, and the others are on their way. Some of the clones were able to find different entrances but I got them to move this way." Your skillful block was able to hit some other battle droids coming your way.

Obi-Wan used the force to remove some heavy machinery off the ground and chucked it at the droidekas while you covered for him. "We need to fall back," Obi-Wan shouts to you. You saw how more droids were coming and the clones finally made it to where you were but there were only a few of you. This was only supposed to be a reconnaissance mission.

"Everyone back!" You shout into your comlink and Obi-Wan covered you and you spot the scaffolding that supported a wall. The clones were starting to fall back but still shooting at whatever they could. "Obi-Wan just keep covering for me!"

"Hurry," he replied through gritted teeth and he blocked a blaster shot that was headed straight for you. The adrenaline kept on pumping through you as you made your way to the scaffoldings. With your lightsaber, you gave the legs a clean cut through and there were some creaks as it started to tumble over. Some droids spotted you and started shooting but the clones were able to get them off your tail. One by one the scaffoldings were falling into massive heaps onto the droids and you made a run for it back to where Obi-Wan was and everyone got out of the cave before the whole thing collapsed. The droids were being crushed by the falling rocks and walls that were once supported. It bought the whole team some time to get out. Obi-Wan didn't look too happy as you made your way back to the ship.

You were sitting in the weapons room annoyed that things didn't work out the way you wanted on your first mission back. Great! Hiding from Obi-Wan was the best option right now because he may already have met with the Council and spoke about the issue at hand. You weren't in a mood for a lecture either.

No doubt back up is coming but then you handed more time to the Separatists scums running the factory to flee. Your comlink blinked and you were sure it was Obi-Wan. He tracked you and suddenly the doors to the weapons room opened. There he was serene but you can feel the tension. "What happened?" you got up and he stood a few feet away from you.

"They're sending in more troops and we're still trying to track anyone leaving Darilia," he crossed his arms.

"What did they say about me?" you looked over his shoulder not focusing on him at all.

"I didn't mention that it was your idea," he reached out and holds your robes in his hands. "In return, you owe me an apology." You scoffed and swat his hand away.

"Apologize for what? Wanting to actually get to the bottom of this operation?" you challenged him. Your favorite past time. It felt like your Padawan days and it amused you a little bit. He moved even closer to you and you swallowed.

"Fine then you owe me one," he flicked his finger and you heard a beep and click at the door. You looked up at his eyes and saw clarity in them. He raised an eyebrow probably wondering why you were giving an attitude after his gracious attempt on trying not to get you in trouble with the Council. Obi-Wan was about to place a kiss on your lips when you flicked your own finger and the door of the weapons room opened. He moved away from you immediately and you grinned.

"My apologies Master," you said before leaving the room. You felt his force tug at your hair and it caused you to look back at him. There was a slight shake of his head and you rolled your eyes as you made a quick exit out of that room.

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#obi wan kenobi #obi-wan x reader #obi-wan kenobi x reader #star wars #star wars fanfic #AHHHHHH #Mistakes Like This (Obi-Wan Kenobi Fic)

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melonkooky · 4 years

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a night full of surprises [byun baekhyun]

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word count: 1536

genre: fluffyyyyyy, feminine reader x baekhyun

author’s note: i did get very carried away near the end, you’ll see. i hope it doesn’t bother you 😅😅 (also, as always, ignore my mistakes lol)

please do not copy my work. but please like and reblog it. thank you!!!!

despite baekhyun having his comeback two months ago, you knew he wasn’t going to have much free time after promotions were finished. baekhyun was still fairly busy. you didn’t mind so much, he had warned you of this when you and him started dating.

baekhyun liked to reassure you. he made sure to text you about his whereabouts if he felt he needed to, and he always mentioned his schedule to you. he felt that you should be included, you were a big part of his life after all. so, you were never worried about baekhyun, until you begin to realize that everything was catching up to. baekhyun was like a happy virus. he was constantly goofing around and cracking jokes. but recently, you’ve begun to notice the gradual change. your idol boyfriend had started to come home seeming drained, exhausted. he would still greet you and be the good boyfriend that he was, but you felt like you needed to help him. he was always there for you, and it was only right that you were there for him.

you tried to do things around the house that would ease baekhyun, like cleaning it, or cooking meals, or just helping him whenever he needed it. but it wasn’t enough.

you were stressed that baekhyun was stressed. you tried to think of other ways that could help him. and that’s when the idea of a date popped into your head. as you sat on the couch in your living room, you mind drifted to restaurants that you and him liked. you recalled baekhyun’s favorite. it was a fairly elegant and expensive restaurant. it was perfect.

just then, your phone buzzed next to you. baekhyun was calling you. right now? he should still be at practice. he said he wouldn’t be home until late. with anticipation engulfing your chest, you picked it up. “hello?”

“my love, it’s so lovely hearing your voice.” he said.

you laughed, “baek, i thought you were supposed to be practicing.”

“i left early. i didn’t want to be there anymore.” both of you laughed.

“are you on your way home then?”

“yep.”

you chewed on your lip, a blush creeping into your cheeks. “do you, perhaps, want to go somewhere?”

“what do you have in mind?”

you grinned. “it’s a surprise.”

“oh?” he chuckled, “i’ll be home in a few minutes.”

“good. i want you to dress relatively fancy.”

“why? like a suit and tie and everything?”

“mhm.”

“wow.” he mumbled. you couldn’t see him, but he was grinning, his cheeks a shade of rosy pink beneath the streetlights.

“see you soon!” you said cheerfully before hanging up.

you stared at your phone for a second, smiling to yourself, after you hung up. anticipation and excitement began to eat away at your stomach and chest, causing you to jump off the couch. baekhyun said he’d be home in a few minutes. you knew he would want a shower first since he was at practice.

you wanted to surprise him, and you were going to with his favorite restaurant. but you also wanted to surprise him with a dress. you wanted him to forget all of his worries and stress.

you didn’t want baekhyun to see you so, you decided to bring the dress you chose to wear as well as your makeup and hair products into the spare bedroom, where there was another bathroom.

as you were putting on your dress, you faintly heard a door open. you knew baekhyun was home from the way he was singing. “baby!” he yelled.

you laughed, making sure your door was locked. “baby!” you yelled back.

“where are you?”

“no. take a shower and get dressed first.”

you heard a dramatic sigh, causing you to roll your eyes. “fine.”

moments later, after the home was silent, you assumed he was in the shower. you continued with your routine.

an hour passed. you finished your hair finally but the only thing left was the zipper in the back. you felt a little silly because you imagined yourself stepping out of the room and wowing baekhyun, not asking him for help.

you glanced at yourself in the mirror again, now a little nervous. you checked your makeup as well as fluffed out your hair. you twirled around, smiling fondly at your dress. you were ready, besides the zipper of course.

you unlocked the door and finally stepped out of the bedroom. you decided to head to the living room, but one glance into the bedroom while on your way told you that baekhyun himself wasn’t finished. he was tying his tie, and doing decent, but you decided to help him. “knock knock.” you said.

baekhyun turned and immediately his eyes were roaming around your body, his jaw slowly dropped whilst doing so. you blushed and walked forward, holding your shoes in your hands. you set them down before reaching up for his tie. “allow me.”

baekhyun smiled at you, leaning down to kiss your lips. “no matter how many times i see you, you're always beautiful.”

“and you’re always handsome.” you finished tying his tie. you asked him to zip up your dress afterwards.

“are we ready?” you asked, grabbing your shoes again.

“are you driving?”

you nodded, strutting again. baekhyun was surprised, that’s for sure.

in the car, you asked baekhyun to hold your shoes as there was no way you’d be able to drive with them on. it was a light laugh. you and baekhyun talked for a while, before he finally said, “i think i know where we’re going?”

you glanced at him for a second. “do you?”

he nodded. “is it [his favorite fancy restaurant]?”

you grinned. “perhaps.”

“it is, huh? why else would we be dressed this way?”

you were a tiny bit sad that baekhyun guessed it before you were even there. this was supposed to be a surprise. “are you surprised though?”

baekhyun nodded. “of course.”

you met his eyes, and seeing how fondly he looked at you brought butterflies to your stomach. you flashed him a smile before looking at the road once more. you found the parking lot and found a spot. then, before you were even able to step out of the car, baekhyun was hurrying around it and holding out your shoes. you felt like cinderella as he helped you put them on. you gave him a kiss on his cheek in exchange.

the night passed by fast. one minute you were saying you had a reservation under “byun” and the next, you and baekhyun were asking for a check. you were there for an hour and a half, already full.

“you know, when you said that the reservation was under ‘byun’,”

you sipped from your glass, “mhm.”

“it made me think. hear me out,” he said, leaning forward as if he was going to present an einstein level of an idea, “byun y/n.”

your eyes widened as you met his own, you were surprised. “what are you saying?”

baekhyun glanced around. you hadn’t thought about paparazzi or fans at all, but now you were wondering if they were there inside of the restaurant.

baekhyun simply chuckled, as if he was able to read your thoughts. “im saying,” he grinned mischievously at you as you waiting impatiently, “let’s go home.”

just then the check arrived and just as you were about to pay, baekhyun beat you to it. “this night meant to be about you.”

you were still thinking about what baekhyun was saying earlier, or was going to say.

“yeah, but i want to pay.”

you glared at him as you and him left, arm and arm.

at home, you practically tossed your shoes into the closet, your feet already throbbing and sore. baekhyun loosened his tie and took off his jacket.

“what were you going to say earlier?”

you hoped, you only hoped that it was what you were thinking.

“what do you mean?”

“you were talking about my last name being byun and then it looked like you were about to say something else.”

baekhyun stared at you. he then grabbed his jacket and fished a small jewelry box out of his pocket. you gasped. “i was going to do it the restaurant but i wanted this moment to be more between you and me.”

you stared at the box and then at him. he continued, “thank you for doing this for me. it was an amazing night with you, and i didn’t think about anything that was stressful to me or what projects i have to do. i forgot all about it thanks to you. and i was surprised to say the least.” you blushed at him.

meeting your gaze, baekhyun got down on one knee and presented you with a ring. he just knew you’d love it, but really, you loved him. you wouldn’t have cared if it was a 24 carat diamond ring or a carrot ring or anything. you wouldn’t be surprised since that was similar to baekhyun’s humor, but here he was. you started to cry.

“will you be my mrs. byun?” he asked, thinking back to the restaurant. “will you marry me?”

“yes.”

#exo #exo baekhyun #exo byun baekhyun #byun baekhyun #baekhyun #exo fluff #exo one shot #exo drabble #exo imagine #exo scenario #baekhyun one shot #kpop

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stimmedtavi · 3 years

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vibrates

spoilers for season nine nd stuff below the cut ---------------------

HOLY SHIT HOLY SHIT HOLY SHIT?? HELLO???? currently losing my fucking mind i'm literally. HHhhHHhHHhhHHhhhhHh HELLO!?!?!?!?!!?! HELLO!?!?!?!?!?! i'm going fucking NUTS rn holy shit. abt to categorize all of this bcs OHHH MY GOOODDDDD im going nuts rn.

actual gameplay stuff (guns, maps etc) HHH HVHSHV HVHAHV WORLDS EDGE MY BELOVED.... also HELLO OLYMPUS W THE NEW SKY?? i'm so here for it on GOD i literally love the way it looks sm. the infected beat is hitting kinda weird idk how i feel abt that but im excited for the lore that comes with it. aLSO PK ON THE GROUND HELP HELP HELP OH MY GOD. i joined in season 4 and got so used to keeping the pk around w me and then BOOM they took my baby away from me i was so sad ab it bUT NOW SHES BACK WAHHH </3 i'm so happy. i feel like this season is going to be really really nostalgic for me bcs worlds edge nd pk are like.. tiny wraith portals to the past in my mind and it's so nuts. also the boeck bow or however u spell it looks really cool but i also Fear it Deeply bcs it looks very powerful. it can also have multiple hop ups which is fucking nutso?? like hello:?? thats a little scary imo but i'm excited to see it in use!!! also the triple take in care package is lowkey making me sad asf bcs i was semi hoping devotion goes back in since i Hate That Bitch but ehhh i agree semi that triple take belongs there. its kind of a bitchy gun to go up against anyways. this season and its 'meta' or whatever gamer ppl say is gna smack some ass on god.. character stuff (skins, emotes nd valk ofc) CATBOY OCTANE im so ready im so ready omg. i hope crypto gets something lowkey bcs i think he deserves it since i Love him and Care about him. i hope they start feeding lots of legends good stuff this season bcs we need to be dripped tf out for season 10. i will give respawn my soul if it is taken for payment. i also hope we get more dive emotes and perhaps there will be unlockable ground emotes? not sure ab that one since they are so new but im hype af for battlepass this season :D im really really excited for the ground emotes. like i cant even explain how excited i am. i saw the video of them and i genuinely just started yelling at my screen it was pathetic to watch.. anyways the way octane moves and stims and stuff?? since i always play him i never see his passive movements but i just feel so happy watching him stim and stuff bcs im the exact same way with my hands and full body stims. it makes me feel a lot more comfortable with the way i am and how i work. i feel like it's ok to stim nd stuff and thats how it should be!! i feel really happy rn pls vsjnv im trying so hard to sound normal. alos cryptos?? ground emotes?? im literally shaking and crying. the rare one is really cute dont get me wrong but the one where he uses his drone as a sword literally has me in tears. it's so nice looking and we don't get to see crypto's more playful side very often and then boom... he's using hack as a sword and i am in tears on my bedroom floor. his LEGENDARY THOUGH??? literally shook me to my core i was like oh my god oh m ym g od o??!?!?!?/ crypto is a huge romantic cc for me and i use crypto gamer bf funny haha as a joke quite often but like ?? he looks?? so cute?? like he finally looks like he's more comfortable in his skin. i find a lot of the time he seems to be full of discomfort and just very paranoid but in these emotes we see a softer side of him and it makes me really happy. i just can't stop thinking about these ground emotes man.. they mean so much to me. the other ones are v cool too ofc but i wont go into all of them since theres not enough time for me to discuss that lmivnjsdnv. okokok now VALK!! i'm excited to play in squads w her!! i think she and tav would be really good friends and i love her abilities (even tho i kinda think her passive is a bit op) but she seems really fun! i'm excited to try out using her !! general excitement i'm just all around hype for this season. i cant remember the last time i was this excited for a new season... it was probably season 5 tbh. olympus had me excited dont get me wrong but i really havent felt like theres been enough changes in other seasons to get me all riled up like this. so much is being added in (i didnt even cover arenas) and i'm super duper excited to wait 6 hours for the download file to

copy onto my ps4 <3 anaywyas im gna shut up now this is long

#poster talkz #more like poster ramblez </3 #long post #season 9 spoilers #apex season 9 spoilers #do i tag these as spoilers??#spoilers #spoiler #i guess?? idk i wanna be safe

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chatoyism · 4 years

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First Impressions ➺ Changbin

; summary: you’re a simple lady. you see a guy that smells like suspicion and your interest in him immediately fades away. while thats the case most of the time, one guy in particular sticks out, but according to your friend, what they appear at first may not be what they truly are once you get to know them.

; genre: romance, fluff

; pairing: seo changbin x fem!reader

; word count: 3.6k

; warnings: nothing to warn about

; notes: this piece of cringey fluff was written during pre-debut stray kids which means a lot of the assumptions and basic info in this story was run on a baby changbin image. enjoy!

You were one of those types of people who wasn’t interested in relationships and dating.

Finding a loved one while you studied at your school was never your first priority.

It was so common nowadays to find one of your best friends or plenty of your class mates from science and maths class to walk around the campus grounds with arms linked with another guy. Whether they walked through the corridors hand in hand, leaning against the wall with one earbud in each ear, or a small peck on the lips you’d catch in your corner of your eye, most, if not all of the people you knew were in a mutual romantic relationship with somebody else.

Many of your friends have considered putting you up in a blind date in hopes of finding the right person for you although you gladly objected. They’ve always wondered why you didn’t want to date anyone, if not for a fact, many guys at your school had wanted to talk to you, only to realize that you weren’t interested in getting a boyfriend yet.

You weren’t the idealist of girls. You had your flaws here and there and didn’t hesitate to show those who wished to get you to tell them that they were wrong and need to pick a better woman. You were a little introverted, you were pretty great at most things and you wouldn’t consider yourself the highly educated one.

One of your worst flaws would be your clumsiness. Whether you tripped and flung your books out of your hands, trying to carry a load of paper only to drop them in the campus fountain, you were trouble but no one would really believe it behind that innocent face of yours.

If anything, if you were to search for the perfect guy, nothing could beat the odds of an intelligent, gentle, caring, handsome and happy guy. Anything below that, if they fought a lot with people or misbehaved many times, they were immediately checked off your list.

You just didn’t think you were ready for that ideal man of yours to fall in love with a less than perfect madame if it ever came to be despite your high expectations never being reached.

There was indeed one of those guys in your school, roaming around the corridors with a blank gaze and dark clothes as if to put of the “bad boy” image. Many girls loved him, but he treated them like a pile of trash.

It basically meant he was single as well.

You couldn’t help but doze your restless mind into a sense of peace and calmness, resting your chin on the palm of your hands, only to get a set of snapping fingers in front of your face bring you to reality.

You shook your head, looking around before finding your class mate and best friend Chaerin snickering and letting out a deep sigh.

“You keep daydreaming like a fool Y/N.” She protested, as if lecturing you like a teacher. “It’s like you’ve been sent to a fantasy land and found your love at first sight.”

“Don’t be crazy, I was just really tired and needed some rest and that was all I got.” You told her back, placing your soft and smooth hands on the table in front of you and brushing your thumbs against one another.

She happily joked, giving you an, “I-know-what-you-were-thinking” look and playfully slapped your shoulder.

“Don’t play sassy on me Y/N. I know you were definitely thinking of something and someone so you can’t hide behind your crab shell forever.” She gave a small smile of mischief. “I know what you were thinking and don’t hold back.”

“No, you don’t. I told you before and a million times more, I have no interest with anyone and I will not be set up in one of your blind dates again. I said to basically everyone in the school that I can only begin to date someone only after I graduate.”

Chaerin settled back on the backrest of her chair and pleaded like a little child. “Come on! Graduation is so far away! You need to get a boyfriend already!”

“Look Chaerin, I’m not going to deal with boys again and I will repeat, I will NOT date anyone only until the end of gradu—”

You raised your finger at Chaerin and stared into her eyes with a fierce look of frustration, only for the school bell to ring across the campus and stop your conversation mid-way.

Without a chance to finish your sentence as soon as the bell went, you heard a loud shriek or a bundle of screams of some sort roaring through the corridors closes to the table you sat at. Watching in horror along with Chaerin as a stampede of girls ran to crowd a certain student, they screamed out their name, attempting to get closer to them as they made their way through with the exception of females crowding the whole place. It almost felt like a concert, noises thrashing everywhere like fan girls as they followed the person.

“Changbin! You’re so handsome!”

“I’ll give up my boyfriend for you!”

“You are so talented, you’re so handsome, I think I’m going to die!”

“Marry me Changbin! I’ll cook for you, love you, I’ll do anything to be with you!”

“I’m right here Changbin! Notice me!”

Watching as they all followed him through the corridor, with all the loud noises and voices of the females screaming into your ear, you knew exactly who it was that they were following.

Seo Changbin, that “bad boy” you were mentioning before.

Losing your focus on the crowd of girls, you shook yourself awake when you notice Chaerin began to pack her stuff away and head to her locker, you looking up and grabbing your things behind her.

“They’re pretty desperate to be with such an ignorant guy like him,” You could only mutter underneath your breath, walking to your locker beside Chaerin’s and unlocked it, only to have a mountain full of books fall right onto your face.

Crashing to the floor and regaining your senses, some students who were retrieving their items for their class giggled and laughed at you on the floor, making you look at Chaerin who could only giggle softly at your face on impact as she bent down to help you pick up your books.

“And that’s why you don’t bad mouth handsome people.” She sniffed and grabbed a mound full of your books, stuffing it safely into your locker as you could only let out a shy chuckle. You rubbed your nose in pain and picked up the remaining books, pulling out your history books for class later before closing your locker.

“He’s not that handsome to me, he’s just a show off and doesn’t look too good in school. I mean, he wears dark colours all the time underneath his school uniform and he has this grim expression on his face 24/7.”

“I’m not to keen about that, but you say what you wanna say. He’s still single you know so he may be your future husband.” Chaerin let out a sneaky smirk in the corner of her lips as you furrowed your eyebrows, grasping your books in your arms.

“It seems like this is where we depart. I’ll be off now Chaerin!” You could only answer to her, waving to her with a grin as she smiled and waved back, heading in the opposite direction to your classroom as her back turned towards you.

Letting out a general sigh, you couldn’t help but feel a bit lonely walking by yourself towards your class. Step by step, you’ve almost yearned for company ever since people started to get their boyfriends and girlfriends. If not for such a surprise, all of them were paired up with each other for every class. With the tap of your shoes clapping against the tiled floor, you were met with the door of your history class, opening it wide and being greeted with a bunch of familiar faces.

Behind all of those recognizable faces was one you had never wished to see.

Seo Changbin.

“I’d like you all to make sure the notes you have taken are placed in a good spot. Please don’t lose those notes as they will help you a lot in the upcoming test that will happen in the next month or so.” Your history teacher, Mr. Lee had explained to the class as soon as the bell had gone and students were already up to pack their things.

As a small smile grew on the corners of your peach coloured lips, you closed your books and packed them into a neat pile with your pencilcase and other belongings, leaving them on your desk as you began to pull out your phone to text Chaerin.

CutieChu: Will you be free at 2:40?

Holychae: I don’t think I can today. Jisung planned on taking me to the nearest cafe earlier after school so I won’t be able to meet you. I’ll meet up another time, maybe next week

CutieChu: that’s alright I guess. Im a little occupied today so I probably wont make it either

CutieChu: See you next week!

Holychae: bye~

Within a few seconds, Chaerin had replied with the most expected response you knew you would’ve gotten. Chaerin had a close relationship with her boyfriend Jisung and she never spent time with him a lot. You known about the distance between them after she told you whether or not to break up to spent more friend time, but you knew that her love for him meant a lot more than your friendship bond.

Slipping your phone into the pocket of your skirt, you noticed only a few students staying in to copy their notes on the board or to chat for a few minutes before heading for home. It was spacious but otherwise, only a few intended to stay for the time being.

Grabbing hold of your books and pencil in the other hand, Mr. Lee had stayed for a little while before leaving.

“I’d like everyone but Changbin and Y/N to stay inside the class please.”

With all the remaining students who were talking to each other finally exiting out the classroom, you were in utter shock when your history teacher had called out your name along with your long time distant classmate.

You placed your books on the desk, in absolute shock as you glanced over at where Changbin was sitting. With his back resting on the chair, legs crossed over the top of his desk, he pressed his fingers on his phone screen multiple times as if he was texting someone.

It was hard to imagine a good person from his image. His dark clothing was worn everywhere, his black hair ruffled to look messy and untouched, the way he sat in class the whole time writing in his small note book to make it look like he was studying was making your first impressions on him a lot more frightening.

“I know what you are thinking Y/N.” Mr. Lee chuckled, snapping you out of reality when you turned to him and noticed a smile on his face.

“You’re not in trouble of any kind. You have done absolutely nothing wrong to get yourself here.”

“Why am I staying back?” You could only asked up quietly, seeing that it was just you, Changbin and Mr. Lee listening to your voice. If you had spoken in a higher tone, you could tell that Changbin would look down on you and left the room because he didn’t want to here your ignorance.

You watched as he peered over at Changbin for a few seconds, before turning to you.

“I kept you both in here because as per usual, we have a new list of students who need to stay back every class for that week to clean up the classrooms. Seeing that it is indeed Friday today, we need a new list of students and it turns out that both of you will be cleaning the room for today and next week.”

Without thinking, your mouth opened wide at the words he had spoken to you, jaw dropping in disbelief as you had forgotten about the clean up duty students.

You had to be paired with him.

Mr. Lee didn’t hesistate to smile at you both before walking towards the tall locker in the back of the room, pulling out his keys and opening the doors to reveal two tall broom sticks, two mops, two pairs of gloves and some sponges.

“Here are the equipment. So I’ll be leaving you both to it, and I know you both will do a great job at this. I’ll return to this room to see if it’s spotless within 20 minutes.”

With that being said, Mr Lee turned to both us with deadpanned expressions on our faces as he nodded in approval, opening the classroom door and leaving, closing it behind him.

Obviously worked up in the current situation you were in, you couldn’t help but sigh loudly, pulling out your chair and let your face slump down right on the surface of your table.

“I was paired with him… the school’s bad boy…”

Getting right into work, you didn’t want to waste time and immediately thought about home, keeping your hopes up and lifting your head off the table. Before you could stand up to head towards the open locker for the cleaning equipment, you’re eyes landed on Changbin who was still in his seat, texting as usual and often writing in his notes, growling roughly with earbuds stuck in his ears.

“Guess he’s not cleaning. Extra minutes for me, I guess.” You sarcastically cheered yourself in a whisper tone in hopes of not letting Changbin hear you over the music in his ears.

Shaking his head to a constant beat, you stood up from your seat and walked over to the equipment, grabbing only one of the brooms in the locker before closing it, starting your clean up and turning around, only to be faced with contact almost like a broad chest.

“Sorry, I just thought, you might’ve gotten the broom for me…” You heard a masculine voice deeply apologies to you. You looked up and widened your eyes at the sudden appearance of Changbin where you accidentally bumped into his chest earlier, out of his seat and apologizing with an empty expression.

“A-Ah, sorry about that, I didn’t think you’d be cleaning with me…” You looked down and shuffled around him, making him question your move.

“Did you think I would leave the classroom and ditch you here while you clean by yourself?” For the first time, you looked up and noticed Changbin chuckling lightly at your cute reaction to his question.

He seemed almost like a totally different person.

As the colour red began rushing up to your cheeks, Changbin smiled and pulled out the earphones and stuffed them into his pockets before grabbing a broom.

So he wasn’t listening to music at all… He was just pretending.

“So, what are you waiting for?” He asked, looking at you with these soft beady eyes that you had never seem from him, almost so mesmerizing to look at as you stayed silent for a few seconds gazing into his complexion before nodding in shyness.

There was an uncomfortable silence between the two of you, you were in one side of the room brushing up the dirt and dust particles into one pile while Changbin was in the other brushing the rocks and paper balls rolled onto the floor and into the bin. Expecting a foul language conversation from him of some sort of a snarl and him dropping his broom in frustration, he seemed to just keep his concentration on the cleaning, never going rough with the equipment around the room and brushing off any dust like a gentle touch of a paw.

He was almost treating everything like a baby, a fragile thing that shouldn’t be harmed in any way. The way his actions had surprised you completely, you instantly regretted thinking of him differently, as the boy who would steal girl’s hearts and trash them later or to treat girls like slaves and do the work for him.

It wasn’t long before you noticed Changbin seeing you space out and looking at him with gentle eyes, he stopped mopping the floor and looked at you with concern. Although you didn’t realise being in such a dazed state, Changbin walked over to you and waved his hands in front of your face.

“Umm, hello? Is earth communicating with you? Y/N to earth?” Changbin waved his hands in front of your vision, only for you to snap into reality with surprise at finding Changbin unbelievably close to your liking, making your fall back and slip under your own foot.

“Changbin!” You could only let out a cry as you felt yourself fall down and get in contact with the ground, noticing him widening his eyes in shock and dropping his mop.

Thinking that your head with come in contact with the floor made you surprised when you felt a hand go underneath them and hit the floor instead of you. Gaining your senses back after your clumsy performance, you tried to pick yourself up, only feeling a heavy weight keep your down on the floor.

Without noticing, Changbin arose from your body, letting his hand continue resting underneath your head as he looked at you with worry and concern. It was a side of his image that made him so different.

“O-Oh my goodness, a-a-are you alright Y/N?!” He let out a cry, looking at you with concern.

“I-I’m fine right now, I’m not hurt.” You stuttered, immediately sitting up and looking into his eyes that looked deeply at yours.

“I’m sorry I scared you earlier, you just spaced out and I tried to get you back to reality until you suddenly slipped.” He confessed and helped your sit up, resting his hands on your back and caressing them lightly. “I shouldn’t have done that, you could’ve hurt yourself very badly…”

“C-Changbin… I’m fine right now, you don’t need to worry about me.” You reassured him, getting up and using the table as support, picking up his mop and passing it to him.

You watched as Changbin looked at you worryingly and had these puppy dog eyes as if he knew you didn’t mean it.

“If you need the nurse, I can help you…”

“Please Changbin, I was just staring at you for too lo—” You quickly covered your mouth as soon as you realised what you said.

“You were staring at me?”

Immediately shaking your head, you tried to take back what you meant but it only resulted in him giggling it out like a little cute child.

“I didn’t think you’d be interested in me for someone who doesn’t want a boyfriend until they graduate.”

You froze for a second and noticed him winking at you before resuming his mopping.

“I-I-I ummm…” You tried to find some way to get him out of it.

“It’s okay. You may as well tell me now so then I can see if I have a chance or not.”

Looking at him with confusion, you only understood what he meant when you backed away and saw him face look at the ground with his hands rubbing his nape.

“W-Wait…” You stuttered. “You like me?”

Changbin lifted his chin and looked into your eyes with sincerity. You noticed them, the way they glittered suddenly, the beauty they had in them that you never noticed before. His smile even, it was perfect.

“I’ve liked you for awhile now. You see…” Changbin began to blabber, turning his back to you and mopped the floor while he talked.

“We’ve been in the same history class for the past year now. It’s easy to notice you because you seem so different from everyone else in the class that you’re so distinguishable. You shine from all the other girls that try to get my attention. I don’t talk to those girls because of one reason.”

“I want to talk to you more.”

As you were listening to him speak, you dropped your mop out of your hand in pure astonishment.

“I-I-I just didn’t know whether or not you would accept me for the person I am because I wear dark clothes all the time or the fact that I’m so expressionless and empty when I walk around. I just feel so lonely and I only got to smile a little when I saw you.”

“Changbin…” You muttered his name, making him look up at you.

“You could’ve told me all of this before I got to know you, I was scared to talk to you, even look at you because you were so different from everyone and you looked like someone who could ruin a girl’s life if they ever had a relationship… It should be my fault I doubted you…”

You looked down at your feet, twirling the sole of your shoe on the tiled floor as you waited for his response.

“I’m sorry I didn’t get to make you feel welcomed.”

You didn’t get time to think properly when you noticed a pair of shoes in front of yours and two arms wrapped around your body tightly, bringing you closer to their chest.

With your head close to his heart, you listened as his heartbeat was pounding roughly, almost at an inhumane pace as you tugged your arms around his waist.

“That’s how much my heart is beating for you right now. It’s hard to describe so this was all I could do…”

You closed your eyes and immersed yourself in the deep hug, feeling Changbin’s hands rest on your hair and patting it softly.

“So, will you forgive me for being so distant from you?”

“Of course Changbin, you’ve become a new person.” You smiled and pulled away, taking a look at his smile.

“So what does that make us?”

“I think ‘in love’ will do.”

“Sounds perfect.”

#stray kids #stray kids oneshot #changbin #seo changbin #kpop one shot #fanfiction #stray kids fanfic

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faelune-home · 4 years

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Shall We Dance?

(A/N: I told myself I wouldn’t join ffxivwrite cos i don’t write that often, plus being able to do something in one day would be difficult for me...and yet I wrote this just today :’D idk now if i will try any ffxivwrite prompts, and im not submitting this for today cos it doesn’t fit the prompt and wasn’t written for it in the first place, but i’m considering it a bit more

Personal rambling aside; while I as a player stuck with Bard all the way through my msq playthrough until i finished shadowbringers, and didn’t switch to maining dancer till about 5.2, i figured for character timeline’s sake, I wanted to look at when miqo!Fufu might’ve first found the dancer troupe. It feels fitting that they’re based in Limsa at the level to start Stormblood, so this little story shot is set just before the trip to Kugane

No direct story spoilers brought up here, not even for the dancer questline

@ffxiv-writers)

“I’m still not happy about this. They can dress themselves up as ‘privateers’ all they like for whatever loophole, it doesn’t suddenly change the fact that they’re pirates.”

Alphinaud sighed, “As you have said so many times now, sister. And I shall remind you again that they were the only crew available on such short notice, and it affords us a chance to travel under Garlean radar.”

“And yet we still have to wait for them to prepare the vessel. If we weren’t so pressed for time I almost wish we could’ve asked the Admiral to remove her colours from one of her own ships for this-”

“With what hands? Most of her men are now in Gyr Abania aiding the Revolution, and what few remain here would be beholden to the citizenry. I know you’re frustrated with the current terms but at least be reasonable. With any luck we can secure a different ship for coming home at least.” Alisaie shot him a look, eyes narrowed and lips pressed thin, however she didn’t comment further.

The bustle of the market crowds passed them by, paying the siblings no mind as they waited. A flash of red broke through the crowd, and a little pink blur behind as Lyse and Tataru joined the two, boxes in hand.

“We’re all stocked up on supplies for the trip. No word from Carvallain yet?” Lyse asked, placing her own crate stuffed with foods on the ground. Heads shook, and the woman shrugged nonchalantly, saying, “Well, a little while longer to wait isn’t going to hurt. We’re getting a ship either way, and for now, we have good weather at least, and I heard there’s a show going on today.”

“What kind of show?” Alphinaud asked.

“Clearly the kind that can empty a market,” Alisaie observed, and indeed when the group looked around, the formerly swamped stalls were barren, leaving vendors to restock after the rush, the thundering of cobbles having faded further into the city.

“Well, Fufu isn’t back yet, so maybe it’s her little show?” Tataru chuckled, knowing of the Bard’s tendency for sudden musical moments. “You three can go and find her and enjoy the fun. I can take our supplies to the ship and fetch you once we’re ready to set off.”

The group split, with the Lalafellen woman heading for the docks, while the trio went back through the market, keeping an ear out for any activity or music. The closer they got to Bulwark Hall, the buzz grew louder, many a person chattering excitedly. A faint tune drifted over the sound of the crowd from the southern docks.

“It doesn’t quite sound like her kind of music,” Lyse mumbled, cupping her ear to strain over the din.

“We won’t know till we actually check,” Alisaie stated, already beginning to push past a pair of Roegadyn toward the music. The crowd only grew thicker as the music got louder. True to Lyse’s observation, the vibrant guitar and violin was unlike their miqo’te friend’s usual style of lively harp music. A swift schwing of metal against metal cut through the music, bringing out a cheer in the people. With a final push, the Scions broke through the final row to view the spectacle, ignoring the annoyed mutterings from behind them.

A miqo’te dancer spun in steady steps with the music in the centre of the plaza. It wasn’t their own miqo’te friend, yet the fire in her movements caught their attention all the same. The grace in her steps, the power in her swinging arms, chakrams in hand, one could understand the crowd’s zeal at the mesmerising movement.

Yet all too soon after the Scions’ arrival, the music came to a bombastic close and the woman struck her finishing pose, another schwing ringing in the air from her chakrams brushing against one another. The roar of the crowd was deafening, forcing an applauding Lyse to lean closer to her friends and yell, “She was quite good, wasn’t she?”

“Yes, though she isn’t who we were looking for,” Alisaie shouted back. The throng of people had already parted, the excited buzz fading with the people, and with the freed space at the plaza, one other figure stood other than the Scions, her face the picture of awe even with the broad smile she wore.

Alphinaud noticed her first. “There you are.” Fufu’s ears flicked, suddenly looking sheepish.

“Oh, I didn’t even realise the time,” she chuckled nervously, “Sorry, I only meant to check in on some spots here in case people needed my help while we were waiting, but I got a little distracted.”

“I can see why, it was very impressive,” Lyse smiled, patting the miqo’te on the shoulder. Fufu nodded, almost bouncing on the spot as she exclaimed, “She was! I haven’t seen that dance since before coming to Eorzea, but it was still as magical as I remember!”

“Hold on, you’ve seen it before?” Alisaie asked, to which the woman nodded again, her eyes glittering. Alphinaud spoke before her, having spied the baggage the troupe used, “It appears they’re from Thavnair. You’ve said you’re from there yourself, or at least raised there.”

“Yup! They’re Troupe Falsiam, and they generally only perform in Radz-at-Han. At least I haven’t heard of them doing many tours in my lifetime. My tribe lives pretty far from the city and most trade is done with travellers, but sometimes they’d plan special trips for certain goods or just to treat the younger kids, and I always loved watching the Troupe when I went.” Fufu let out a happy sigh, caught up in memories. The group jumped however when another voice chimed in.

“You seem very familiar with our troupe, my dear.” They turned to see a woman walking over to them. If the metal rings hanging at her own hips didn’t betray her as a dancer, the way she moved with elegant poise and grace would have instead. She gave the Scions a polite bow in greeting.

“Forgive the interruption. I’m merely surprised that we already had a familiar fan on these shores. Troupe Falsiam hasn’t visited Aldenard in a long time, as you so rightly said. Ah, but I forget myself; I am Nashmeira, leader and teacher of the troupe. The young dancer here with me is Ranaa, one of my brightest stars currently.” Ear flicking from having heard her name said, Ranaa turned away from the boxes she was helping to pack, still dressed in her dancing outfit, and gave the group a wave.

“She’s very good,” Fufu quickly complimented, eyes wide with glee at the turn of events. Ranaa smiled back, then wandered off down the path, taking a bundle of clothes with her.

“Hmm, good, but ever still learning,” Nashmeira nodded. Alphinaud stepped forward and gave a polite bow of his own, prompting an eye roll from his sister behind him. “Tis a pleasure to meet you. We are the Scions of the Seventh Dawn.”

The woman tilted her head, recognition flashing in her eyes as she responded, “Aye, I’ve heard of your organisation. Though if you don’t mind my saying so, a job such as yours wouldn’t leave much free time. I’m curious then that our show caught your attention.”

“You’d be right. We’re unfortunately caught waiting for our vessel to be ready before we depart for the Far East,” Alisaie answered, then motioned to Fufu with a small smile, “Well, that and we were looking for this one here. She was taken in by your performance before the rest of us.” Nashmeira herself looked closer at the miqo’te, as though appraising her.

“Hmm,” she hummed, “Actually, you have quite the presence…” Then she nodded.

“Might I request a dance of you?” she asked. Surprise crossed all of the Scions, even more so the one addressed. “I’m well aware that you’ve clearly pledged yourself to another organisation, so despite any reverence you would have for our Troupe, your priorities lie elsewhere and I wouldn’t wish to ask you to join us and leave them behind. But I see in you the grace of a dancer and I would call myself a fool if I let you leave here without even trying to unlock that potential.” Nashmeira unhooked her chakrams from her hips and held them out to the miqo’te.

Fufu hesitated at first, a blush spreading across her cheeks, however Lyse spoke up, laughing, “Don’t go pretending you’re shy now, you’ve never let a chance to perform slip past before.” The twins seemed to show their approval as well, with Alisaie watching with an expectant smile and Alphinaud saying, “Tataru hasn’t come to tell us the ship is boarding yet. A quick presentation should be fine.”

Finally bolstered by her eagerly waiting companions, Fufu took the chakrams, testing the weight of them in her hands. They swung gently on her fingers, yet the rhythm made her arms bounce as well. Nashmeira motioned to her musicians, who scrambled to take their instruments out of the bags, and said, “Do not feel as though you have to copy Ranaa’s dance. It would take a lot more training and skill to be able to perform that to its full potential. For now, improvise as you see fit. I wish only to see how you move.”

The first strums of the guitar were matched with hesitant footsteps and stiff arms kept close. The joining of the drums saw her test a swing of the arm, though the weight of the chakram almost threw her halfway across the plaza, only righting herself with a clumsy shuffle. Yet as the music built up, the keeper found her rhythm, getting bolder with her kicks and jumps, and freely waving her arms around her, and where she had started with a mask of nervous concentration, she now laughed with joy.

Joy that was mirrored in the cheers of her friends to the side, the encouragement from a returned and newly dressed Ranaa, and the curious mumblings of a returning crowd, albeit smaller than the one the original performance had garnered. Unaccustomed to dancing to music not of her own playing, Fufu was still in the middle of a spin when the final drum beats landed, ending the song.

“Whoops,” she giggled, stumbling over her own feet when she finally stopped. The gathered crowd clapped politely, evidently pleased at the amount of entertainment on show that day. They dispersed quicker than before, though that afforded the troupe teacher a chance to step forward with her observations.

“As I expected, on many fronts. You do have a dancer’s grace to you, though as evident by one that hasn’t been trained, there’s a heaviness to it all. Some clumsiness as well, though whether that was nerves or again, lack of training... But your energy was spectacular as well, even through the rough of it all. Not just anyone can draw in a crowd the way you did, even with an unrefined style like that. With some work you could be a fantastic performer.”

“I’d like to think you already had a headstart on performing,” Lyse added, the Scions rejoining the centre plaza as well, “all that work you’ve done with the old Bard in the Shroud, I’d say you already had plenty of stage presence without having ever stepped on a stage.”

“That was incredible!” Everyone turned, seeing Tataru at the entrance to the plaza.

“How long have you been there?” Alisaie asked as the smaller woman walked up to them.

“Since I think halfway through all of that. You were amazing!” she praised, making Fufu smile. Alphinaud however looked serious, asking, “I take it the ship is ready then?”

Tataru jumped. “Oh right! Yes that’s why I came here. We have to go now.” A solemn look came across the Scions as they nodded. Fufu herself pouted, ears flat against her head.

“Definitely now?”

“Unfortunately. As nice as this little detour has been, we are still on an important mission. My apologies, friend,” the boy said, placing a reassuring hand on her arm. Yet as she smiled back, albeit still looking crestfallen, Nashmeira spoke up herself.

“Actually, if you were so taken with dancing that you would wish to continue it all the same, I do believe I have a solution that could benefit us all here. Your companions included.” Curious looks were shared among all while one of the musicians, at Nashmeira’s whispered request, went searching in one of the bags.

“You see, the dance of Troupe Falsiam is not like most others in the world. It is suited not just for the stage, but also for the field of combat.” The woman’s smile grew as she saw the mixture of impressed yet curious looks on the younger folks’ faces. “Although I would prefer to teach you myself, in lieu of that, I would offer you this instead as a substitute.” At this, the returned musician held out his hand, a glittering pink stone laying in his palm and a spare pair of chakrams hanging from his fingers.

“A soul stone,” Lyse gasped.

“Aye, one with many past dancers’ experiences etched into it, going back generations. I would like for you to practise without it, but should you have need of the skills in a pinch, or even a desire to dance freely without inhibition, you will have it with you.” Fufu had already grabbed the crystal and the metal rings, smiling widely as she admired it.

“Thank you so much! I’ll practise as much as I can, with and without it!” she gushed, bowing deeply. For that, the woman smiled back warmly.

“I shan’t keep you any longer, since your business is clearly important. You make for the Far East you said?” They nod. “Then I wish you luck in whatever it is you are off to do. And to my new pupil I say that whenever you return, if we yet remain here in Eorzea, I would very much like to see how much you’ve grown while you were away.” Fufu nodded feverishly, mumbling more thanks as she bowed again.

Even as both groups finally went their separate ways and the Scions followed after a now hurried Tataru, the Bard and newly christened Dancer didn’t take her eyes off her new Soul Stone, not until they had boarded the ship and sailed far into the waters, where she had plenty of time to practise with her new skills.

#ffxiv writing #ffxiv fanfic #Alisaie leveilleur #alphinaud leveilleur #lyse hext #tataru taru #keeper of the moon miqo'te #my wol #fufu faelune #dancer #my writing #writing #nashmeira #ranaa mhigo

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babysizedfics · 4 years

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bEe!!!!! hihihi good morning!! its like 4am here and im gonna go back to sleep but i have a lil gift for u!!! so yesterday u said this when u answered an ask:

and my brain was like “awwww thats cute!!! its like all the anons r a little toddler army of love!!!!” and of cOurse my artist brain was like “oh drawing idea” fjdjjd soooooo

i may have drawn you crying and being attacked with love and stuffies by toddlers :D!!! and i wrote that we love u bc its true!!!! all ur followers love uuuu!!!!!!! oK some notes abt this drawing and then ill sleep!

1) ur holding mento (and a random bear)!!!! mento also got fanart!!!! plzplz let them know bc theyre very awesome!!!!! 2) ur very adorable and i need to draw u outside of my silly simple style!!! im gonna do that sometime!!! 3) its all purple bc i associate u with purple and also yeah i didnt wanna color in the lines so its messy fjdjdj 4) yEs all the toddlers r clone copies of each other fjdjjfdj i didnt want to make more than one toddler design ok theyre just ur anons its fine 5) the little puppy stuffie in the bottom left corner is designed after my puppy bumpkin!!!!!!!! 6) idk how to draw nightlights so u get stuffies and hearts!! 7) im like 99% sure u have a nosering so i added it :D!! 8) yes this is long but plz clicj the drawing bc tumblrs mean and probably ruined the quality

ok thats all!!!! i hope u enjoy this and i love uuuuuuuuuu!!!!!!!!! 💚 (this is lil-logical-lo btw!!!! i just cant switch accounts when submitting stuff)

Bee: I cannot tell you how much this meana to me remus...

When I opened this i just gasped and started sobbing because this is absolutely wonderful.. i am speechless (i literally struggled to unlock my phone because the face recognition didnt recognise my sobbing face and my ffingers were too shaky to type my passcode)

so after five minute of yelling to my best friend about SOMEONE MADE ART OF ME BEING SUPPORTED MY MY READERS i am finally calm enough to respond

i love this and i love you and so! much! thought! went into this piece holy moly you drew mento (who is thoroughly flattered btw) and my lil curls and you got the tiny cute lil toddlers and the purple!! im so happy u associate me with purple ahh and even my nose ring

remus you are a wonderful adorable and very talented human being thank you so much i love u

#i am completely just in awe of this im.. thank u #rlly rlly emotional in this chillis tonight #little/big art #< LOOK AT THAT NEW TAG #submission #💚 anon #lil-logical-lo #all caps

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topaztales · 5 years

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Hey! So this is my Richie x Eddie fic, titled Nightmares.

In summary, Eddie survives and comes to live with Richie after divorcing his wife. But following the events in Derry, Richie struggles with PTSD and heavily internalized homophobia that manifests in terrible nightmares. Richie tries not to show how it’s affecting him, But Eddie eventually catches up.

this one’s kinda angsty but I promise it gets happy, please check AO3 for the complete tag/warning list.

First chapter is below the cut!

NIghtmares

chapter 1- The Phone Call

Richie could taste blood. It wasn’t his blood, he knew it wasn’t. He knew because Eddie was standing above him wide eyed as the claw tore through his chest. His blood spilled everywhere. It was on Richie’s glasses, in his mouth. He was helpless to watch his best friend, his Eddie, get tossed aside like nothing. Limp. The image was seared into his mind until everything went black. For a moment, it was all gone.

Then Richie could taste blood. Then he watched happen again. Then it was gone and he could taste blood. Then again. And again. Again. Again.

Eventually Richie’s eyes shot open and he was staring at his blurry ceiling, breathing hard. His throat was tight and sore from crying in his sleep. He scrambled around for his glasses, swinging his legs over the side of his bed so he could sit up property. Shoving his glasses on his face, Richie got his bearings. He was in his small apartment, in Los Angeles, in California. Not in the Neilbolt house, not Derry, not Maine.

Richie struggled to catch his breath. Bracing his hands on his knees, he recalled Eddie’s old breathing exercises. In, out. In, out, trying to slow his breathing. In, out. Blood on his glasses. No. In, out. Blood in his mouth. Stop it. In, out. In, out. Eddies gone. Richie choked on a sob before clapping his hand over his mouth as if he was afraid of being heard. He knew it wasn’t true, that Eddie was still alive. But when Richie was alone in the dark his mind started playing tricks on him. Richie knew that when he came out the deadlights, he’d just barely knocked Eddie out of the way of the direct path of the claw, but it still did lots of damage. In his dreams, Richie wasn’t so fast. It sent a chill down his spine.

Shakily, Richie grabbed his phone and unlocked it, staring at his recent call list. Eddie’s name was at the top. They called each other often after leaving Derry. While Eddie was in the hospital, they’d talked about what came next.

Richie had joked Eddie should become a professional clown killer since he was clearly so good at it. Eddie had just rolled his eyes. He’d been in the hospital for about a week by this point, the wound in his side still requiring professional care.

“Very funny dickhead.” Eddie retorted, but there was no bite in his words.

“But seriously, are we just supposed to go back to our old lives after this shit?” Richie asked, leaning back in the chair at Eddie’s bedside. “I mean, shit has to change now. I’m going to have to start working killer alien clown jokes into my act. My manager’s gonna have an aneurism.”

Eddie laughed, and Richies heart clenched like he was thirteen again. He loved hearing that laugh.

“Yeah, shit’s gonna change.” he said. Eddie’s voice was soft, almost contemplative.

Richie huffed. “I just said that dude. Pay attention.” He reached out and pinched Eddie’s not-stabbed cheek. “Earth to Spaghetti, do you copy? Over.”

Eddie slapped his hand away with false annoyance. “Oh grow up Rich, I was literally agreeing with you. God, you’re impossible.” Richie just laughed.

There was silence for a beat. Richie was looking for a joke to fill the void, but before he could find one Eddie broke the silence.

“I’m going to leave my wife.” He blurted. Richie was a bit taken aback by the suddenness. Eddie was staring straight ahead, looking surprised at his own outburst.

“So, she told you then?” Richie asked, hesitantly.

Eddie raised an eyebrow at him. “Told me what?”

Richie’s grinned, a look Eddie knew meant a punchline was incoming. “About our torrid affair, I’ve been smashing your woman for weeks now.”

Eddie shoved him. “Oh, beep fucking beep, asshole!” Richie just laughed. “Im serious Rich! God I try to have one genuine moment and you have to fuck it up.”

“Alright, alright. I’m sorry Eds” Richie certainly didn’t sound sorry.

“Don’t call me that.”

That exchange had happened about two months ago. Once Eddie was discharged, he went to sort things out with Myra. “I faced an evil alien murder clown,” he’d said. “I can certainly face my wife long enough to leave her.” Richie had swelled with pride at how brave Eddie had been. He’d always been brave. Not like Richie, who woke up crying every night with nightmares. There was a handful of recurring ones, all involving Eddie. Eddie dying was common, so were all the deaths of his friends he watched in the deadlights. But sometimes Richie dreamt they were in the hammock again. Richie would look up from his comic book to see Eddie staring at him, smiling. Then his face would start to flake away into white paint as his features contorted and he’d start mocking Richie. You’re sick Richie! You’re perverted, I know you are. I know all about your dirty little secret. Richie couldn’t move. The voice was an awful amalgamation of Eddie and Pennywise, and it shook Richie to his core. Who’d stay friends with you? You’re a filthy fag.

Other times he could feel Henry Bowers fists slamming into him, and his head swirled with all of his insults. Freak. Fairy. Pervert. Fag. Sometimes the names were hurled by Bowers, sometimes Pennywise, sometimes Eddie.

Every time, Richie woke up crying. He’d considered telling Eddie about the nightmares, but he had no idea how that conversation would go. “Hey Eddie sorry to wake you, but my immense gay feelings for you and the traumas we’ve encountered have compounded into terrible nightmares that make my cry like a little bitch.” Yeah, no. Besides the terrible phrasing, Eddie had enough on his plate with his messy divorce. Myra had apparently not taken it well, and they’re still battling it out. He didn’t need Richie stacking more problems on him right now. So Richie would manage.

Eddie called him later in the day, just after five. Richie had been paying some bills, a terrible and grown up thing to do. He was taking a leave from doing gigs. His manager, Steve, had just about ripped him a new one for leaving on such a short notice until Richie told him an old friend had passed away, and that’s why he left so suddenly. It was also why he needed time from gigs, to “process.” Begrudgingly, Steve accepted. Hard to argue with the dead friend excuse, even if it wasn’t the whole truth. But now he ways paying bills from savings alone, so he was happy for the distraction that was Eddie’s phone call.

“Chhk, Eduardo, do you copy? Over.” Richie spoke into his cell phone like it was a walkie talkie. He heard Eddie groan on the other end of the line.

“Remind me why I bother calling you?” Eddie asked.

“Chhk, because I’m your best friend and you have to, chhk, over.”

Eddie chuckled. “Knock it off Rich, I actually have some news.”

“Chhk, You’re supposed to end all transmissions with ‘Over’, Eds. chhk, over.”

“Don’t call me that.” Eddie said, before sighing and giving in. “Over.”

Richie smiled. “See, that wasn’t so hard! So what’s the news?” he said, deciding to drop the walkie talkie bit now that Eddie had caved.

“Well,” he sounded shaky. “There’s good news and bad news.”

“I already know the bad news.” Richie said solemnly.

“How’s that?”

“Myra's pregnant and it’s mine.”

Eddie groaned. “I'm hanging up now-”

“Wait, wait!” Richie laughed, “C’mon eds, just tell me what the news is.”

“Don’t call me that.” Eddie replied on instinct. He paused for a moment, then said, “We got it finalized today.”

Richie sat up in his chair. “That’s great news! Why didn’t you lead with that?”

He could hear Eddie huff. “Because someone can’t ever shut up long enough to let me get a word in.”

Richie hummed. “Can’t imagine who that would be, sounds a bit rude.”

“He’s the biggest asshole I know, hands down.”

“Well any man who sleeps with his best friend’s now ex-wife has gotta be a huge douche.”

“Jesus Christ, Richie.”

“That’s what your ex-wife said!” Richie jumped at the chance of the joke.

“Would you let me finish?”

“THAT’S WHAT YOUR-” The line went dead as Richie laughed. He knew Eddie didn’t mean anything by the end of the call, it was just a way to tell Richie to shut up. Richie chuckled to himself as he dialed Eddie back. He picked up on the second ring.

“Got it all out of your system dickwad?” Eddie asked, sounding mildly annoyed.

Richie shook his head to himself and answered, “My humor never leaves my system, my dear boy.”

Richie could feel Eddie rolling his eyes on the other side of the country. “Do you even want to hear the bad news?”

Richie paused. Did he? “Yeah, uh, shoot.”

Eddie sighed. He sounded tired now. “Like I said, it’s been messy with Myra. She’s taking everything she can get. That includes, uhm,” Eddie swallowed, “that includes our apartment.”

Richie didn’t really know how to respond to that. The phone was silent for awhile until Eddie spoke up again. “It’s not like I’m homeless now or anything,” he hurried. His voice was a bit nervous and Richie could tell he was going into a freak-out. “Its just I really liked the place and Myra and I picked it out together and I hate apartment hunting because there’s so many factors involved and its so stressful-”

“Move in with me.” Richie blurted. Fuck. He hadn’t meant to say that aloud, but he hated hearing Eddie panic without being able to do anything about it. Now the line was silent and Richie had to resist the urge to slam his head into his desk.

“What?” Eddie asked, like he didn’t believe what he’d heard.

Richie stood up from his desk and started pacing nervously. “I- I mean, you could stay with me if you like. At least until you find a place of your own. I don't know, I just thought”-he had not thought at all- “that it might help relieve some of the stress. So you don’t have to rush the process.”

Richie paused, but the line was still silent. Fuck. He’s fucked it. Why does he never think before opening his stupid mouth? Why would Eddie want to stay with him all the way in L.A.?

His place is a mess! And Richie… well Richie is also a mess.

“Okay.” Richie was so busy panicking he barely heard the reply.

“What did you say?”

“I said okay, numbnuts. If it’s really alright, I think I need a break from NYC anyways.”

“Oh.” Richie’s heart started to race. He hadn’t seen Eddie since they left Derry. “Well, you’re going to have to give me some time to vacate the guest room.”

“Oh, do you have a guest over? There’s really no rush-”

“No, no, its fine. It’s just that your mom has spent the past few nights with me.”

“Beep Beep Richie.”

They agreed it would be best for Eddie to come the next day, give him time to pack everything and fly over. So Richie spent the rest of the day cleaning and rearranging his apartment. He did actually have a spare room, but he had made it into a rarely used office/storage room. Eddie would take his room of course. Not only was it cleaner, but Richie secretly hoped that if Eddie was comfortable, he’d stay longer. So Richie rearranged the office to fit an air mattress. Since he had no actual idea of how long Eddie would be staying, at some point he figured he’d have to buy a second bed. He was okay with that, but an air mattress would have to do for now. Then he deep cleaned everything else. He did all the dishes that had stacked up, did laundry, and spent the day swimming in his thoughts as he cleaned. Eddie would be living with him. Living with him! For god knows how long but it was happening! Richie didn’t know if he was more excited or nervous. On one hand, he’d be living with the boy he’d had a crush on since he was thirteen. On the other hand, he’d be living with the straight boy he’d had a secret gay crush on since the eighties, a very unkind time for such situations.

At least I’ll know he’s alive. Richie thought to himself. The thought made his hands freeze over his dishes. In all the excitement over the phone call, Richie hadn’t even considered his nightmares. What if Eddie heard him crying in his sleep? God, that would be embarrassing. But Richie supposed he was right the first time. At least he’d know Eddie was alive.

Richie had the apartment to a satisfactory level by two A.M., at which point he could barely keep his eyes open. Climbing into bed Richie thought about how tomorrow night, Eddie would be here. He tried to keep his mind on positive thoughts as he drifted to sleep.

Then Richie could taste blood.

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