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itsnothesameasitwas · 3 years

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hiii! im looking for good freinds to lovers fics bc i go through them sooooo fast :/ if you have any good ones pls send them !!!

hii… sorry this took me a whole day but here some Friends to Lovers fics… all the fics I’m recommending are Larry and please be careful with the tags before start reading and leave kudos :)

ABO

♥ Promise Me You Won't Run Away by thinlines @thinlinez | 23k | E

“Does kissing me stop you from having bad thoughts?” Harry asked, voice muffled into the collar of Louis’ dress shirt. Louis chuckled at this. He trailed a hand down Harry’s back, feeling the muscles tensing along with his touch.

“I guess you can say that. You’re a good distraction.”

“Then I will be the best distraction.” Harry answered, pulling back and watched Louis’ lips unashamedly.

“Come distract me, then.”

Or the Prince/ Knight AU in which Harry left Louis, but the omega never once gave up on them.

♥ i don't wanna be your friend, i wanna kiss your neck by crybaby | 19k | E

Harry has been in love with Louis Tomlinson for four years, five months, and thirteen days.

Harry had fallen in love with Louis Tomlinson like how he’d seen in movies, and how he’d read in all the books he’d stolen from Gemma, headfirst and shameless. The only problem was, that in films and books, love was always either returned instantly, or else it took time for unrequited love to lose the first two letters, and since the first option was obviously not true, Harry decided he would wait for the second to become reality. And so Harry waited, three years, eight months, and four days, before his heart had been broken by a gentle rejection and a misplaced blowjob, before Louis and Gemma had packed up and gone to Manchester for university.

(Harry is a hopelessly romantic omega and Louis is his sister's best friend)

♥ picking up the pieces by falsegoodnight @falsegoodnight | 35k | E

“Zayn,” he murmurs, quietly but desperately.

Knowing what to do immediately, Zayn discreetly glances behind them to scan the room. “Walking over,” he says, confirming Louis’ worst fears.

“Maybe he’ll just pass by without stopping,” Louis says, glancing at the tables next to them as if hoping to find some other group of friends Harry had in high school that he could possibly want to talk to.

Eyebrow arched and lips pursed, Zayn has the nerve to look amused. “He’s looking directly at us.”

“Cause a diversion,” Louis rushes through his teeth, panic clawing up his throat. He can’t look Harry in the face again. Not yet, maybe not ever.

Zayn rolls his eyes and grabs his hand, interlocking their fingers. “It’s now or never, dear.”

- Louis returns to his hometown for the first time in ten years for his high school reunion and is faced with memories he’s long since tried to forget.

MPREG

♥ waiting on you by beckywritesthings @beckydoesthings | 21k | M

“Do you want to touch?” Harry asks, taking one of his hands off to tangle with Louis’. His open invitation finally drags Louis’ attention away from his baby and up to his face, blue eyes wobbly with emotions. It’s clear that he’s too taken to really form words, so Harry takes the initiative to press their laced hands against his shirt fabric, warmth from the skin radiating through.

Louis pushes his shirt up to his chest, taking Harry’s hand and pressing it to hold the fabric in place. His hands return to warm skin, palms even more scalding now that there’s nothing in between them. And then, as if that wasn’t enough for Harry’s heart to handle, Louis leans in, pressing his lips right above his belly button.

“Hi, baby,” he says, lips moving across his skin softly. “I’m your… I’m Louis.”

Or Harry is pregnant with a stranger’s baby and Louis doesn’t know. It’s a minor detail that Harry’s both living with Louis and in love with him. No big deal.

♥ you fit me better than my favourite sweater by brightbluelou | 13k | NR

Harry didn't mean to fall in love with his best friend, and he definitely didn't mean to get pregnant. Despite that, it’s probably still the best thing that’s ever happened to him. And after that, well. It just kept getting better.

or; the one where Harry and Louis are friends-with-benefits and Harry unexpectedly gets pregnant. Harry never wants to stop getting pregnant after that, but Louis thinks seven kids is probably enough.

AUS

♥ our matchmaker: the fucking universe by peachloulou | 8k | E |

On your eighteenth birthday, you end up with your soulmates' name tattooed on your body. The universe works in a fairly simple way, so Louis knows Harry is his soulmate. He's got Harry's name tattooed on his ass cheek like a tramp stamp, and Harry's got the name Lou written on the inside of his wrist. Except Harry doesn't know what Louis' soulmates name is because Louis is a romantic fool, and, ever since Harry woke up with the name Lou two years after Louis, he's been a quest to find his own soulmate. Meeting after meeting.

But maybe Louis' wrong, and he and Harry are nothing more than best friends.

Or the one where the universe is annoyingly fucking complicated.

♥ Love Isn't Always on Time by softfonds @softfonds | 45k | E

Falling in love with your best friend sounds like a good idea, until he comes back from a work trip engaged to another man. A Made of Honor AU.

♥ You Might Want to Marry My Husband by Rearviewdreamer | 37k | M

When Harry’s husband dies, he asks one thing of him; to find love and happiness again without him. It’s a request that Harry is happy to disregard, until he meets the one person who is impossible to ignore.

♥ Work of Magic by Bekita @justalarryblog | 34k | NR

"C’mon Liam, are you really going to use this against me now? You know the kind of humans his kind is! You know very well why we hunt them!" Louis said, done with the conversation and walking down the hall.

"No! We hunt people who don’t care about others, and neither Harry nor anyone in his family is like that!” Liam exasperated, following behind. “Louis, it's been two weeks, don’t you wanna know how Harry is? Has this hatred taken over so fast?" Liam inquired, knowing the hit a nerve.

"You know what, Liam? I'm not going to have this conversation with you." Louis said decisively, turning his back to his friend ready to go to his class.

But life is never fair, is it? When he turned around he was face to face with Harry in the middle of the hallway. The two stared at each other. Do I hate him? Louis wondered as he watched Harry's eyes fill with tears and seem to be begging for something. He preferred to ignore the pang in his chest and the urge to comfort the boy in front of him. He lowered his head and continued on his way.

Or the one that Louis is a WitchHunter and Harry is a Witch and they keep it as a secret, but they fall in love.

♥ practice in pencil, seal it in pen by loubellies @loubellies | 16k | E

AU where drunk Harry lifts Louis up after someone says “bottoms up”. Louis blushes at Harry’s antics, flustered that his best friend knew him more than he thought. Friends to lovers with a happy ending pleaseor Harry is in love with Louis but he doesn't know.

♥ plant new seeds by glitterhaz @cloudslou | 44k | TUA

Harry nods, not trusting his words. Slowly, he crawls under the covers of his bed, all too aware that Louis is doing the same, so close to him. Initially, he faces his desk, not looking at Louis, but after a few minutes he gets uncomfortable and turns over. Now, he’s only a foot from Louis’ face, and Louis has turned around too.

He doesn’t think Louis is asleep already, and it's confirmed when Louis’ eyes blink open sleepily. Harry looks at Louis, and Louis looks at him. Really looks.

“Can you see me?” Louis whispers.

Harry doesn’t understand the question, not really, but nods anyway. “Yeah, I see you,”

**Louis works at a lonely community garden, Harry is the upstanding fraternity man who makes it all feels a little less lonely. Over the course of a semester, that is.

♥ Skin New, Hands True, My Hands All Over You by PearlyDewdrops | 44k | E

Harry designs wedding cakes, so of course meeting blissfully happy couples every day is part of his job description. Unfortunately, it's caused Harry to perpetually hope each new day is the one he'll find love, too. That is, until Harry realises everything he's ever wanted is right under his nose in the shape of his best friend, Louis.

But predictably, Harry only comes to this epiphany when Louis starts seeing someone else. And this is not a John Hughes movie as far as Harry is aware. Everyone else is pretty sure, though.

Featuring a heavy dose of pining, copious amounts of alcohol, drunk dialing that results in a situation reminiscent of Rachel Green's, a ginger cat that likes to interrupt intimate moments, and a Halloween party that changes everything.

♥ if it kills me by you_explode | 110k | M

Harry and Louis have worked together in a difficult office environment for six years. They're best friends; Louis is the bright spot of all of Harry's days. But Louis is in love with Harry, and Harry's engaged to someone else. And that's only the beginning.

The Office AU. More or less follows the first five seasons. A lot of pining and misunderstanding the depth of feelings and rejection and angst, until there isn’t.

♥ In This Light by exhilarated | 99k | E

Harry is a wardrobe stylist who likes to live in the moment, and Louis is a popstar who looks dreamy in double breasted jackets. Harry never stood a chance.

♥ smell the sea, feel the sky by lightswoodmagic @lightwoodsmagic | 16k | E

They’d been planning this beach trip for months, stressing around work schedules and engagement parties, trying to find the perfect place to stay in and a time where there wouldn’t be families everywhere but the weather still perfect. Louis had spent what felt like hours researching and planning, dinners with Zayn and his boyfriend at their house that just ended in looking at places and sending them to Niall. He’d been looking forward to it for weeks, getting away from his job and his bullshit neighbours and the noise of the city.

It seemed ridiculous, really, that in all that time, Zayn hadn’t mentioned once that Harry was coming.

Or, Louis doesn't know how he's going to spend a week with the one person he wants and can't have. Harry proves him wrong.

♥ This Shifting Ground by zarah5 | 28k | M

University AU. In which Louis, law student, is the cheeky waiter to Harry’s dates. This is how it starts.

♥ No One Like You by myownspark | 19k | M

Dear Niall,I was glad to have the chance to talk with you again at the AHA conference. Your idea that the Musee D’Orsay Tomlinson painting is in fact not a self-portrait is an intriguing one, and I may have discovered something that will have a bearing on that theory.

Some background: as you may remember, I’ve been researching for a book I’m writing about Harry Styles. I’ve been in communication with Styles’ last living descendant, who is in possession of a trunk that her family believed to have belonged to Styles himself. It held some personal items she presumes to be his, including two unmounted paintings and a small collection of letters.

Upon spending the last few days in Provins studying these items, I believe there to be a connection between Tomlinson and Styles, and I would very much like your opinion.

Are you up for a trip to France?

Sincerely, Liam Payne

Where Liam and Niall are art historians discovering the truth about two nineteenth century painters on opposite sides of an artistic divide.

♥ across city skyline (and straight through my heart) by Halos_Boat @halohamilton | 76k | M

Louis Tomlinson meets Hollywood Heartthrob, Harry Styles when he walks into Louis' little bakery one day.

Immediately, Louis is charmed by him and Louis thinks Harry might feel the same way, given the fact that Harry has visited the bakery everyday since he'd come to town.

Until one day, Harry walks in with a boyfriend under his arm and a smile on his face.

The one where Louis owns a small bakery that's well known in his town and Harry Styles is an actor who comes to town to film a new movie. Louis is endeared by him, but that doesn’t seem to matter since Harry Styles is already taken.

♥ Tired Tired Sea by MediaWhore | 113k | M

As a B&B owner on the most remote of all the British Isles, Louis Tomlinson is used to spending the coldest half of the year in complete isolation, with his dog and the sea as sole companions. Until, one day, a mysterious stranger on a quest to rebuild himself rents a room for the winter.

♥ Here In The Afterglow by fondleeds | 88k | NR

“If you hadn’t noticed, I don’t have many friends,” Louis whispers, the blossom of insecurity in his stomach unfurling and clawing its way into his throat.

Harry is silent for a long time, and then he speaks; a soft, slow uncurl that makes Louis’ stomach shake. “I’ll be your friend.”

- 1970’s AU. In a tiny town in Idaho, Louis’ life is changed forever by the arrival of a curious stranger.

♥ Nicotine by KrisStylinson | 42k | E

"We're two different types of people, Liam. He likes sex and drugs, I like theater and tea. Trust me, we'd never date." Except they would, they do, and neither of them plans on letting go anytime soon.

"Just because you can get me hard doesn't mean I like you," Louis whispered. The fact was, he didn't like Harry right now, not at all. Not even a bit.

"Yeah, yeah," Harry murmured, his breath fanning over Louis' cock as he spoke. "You done telling me how much you hate me so I can suck you off?"

♥ California Sold by isthatyoularry | 123k | M

Notoriously closeted boyband member Harry Styles is famous on a global scale, meanwhile Louis, as his best friend, is back home in Manchester, living the typical life of a 24 year old. When Harry needs Louis with him in LA, a publicity stunt gone wrong changes their friendship forever.

A fake-relationship AU between two lifelong best friends.

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if you feel like you need more, don’t hesitate to ask me :)

#friends to lovers #trackinghome #tracksintheam #1dsource #hljournal #hlsource #my fic rec #larry fic rec #themed fic rec #long post #this a REAL LONG POST #sorry but yk...#fics can't wait heheh #when I was looking for fics through what I have read I noticed this is one of those tropes I barely read #but I’m always willing to read :)#hope it helps:D #ask #louisloverera

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huebris808 · 3 years

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Dr. Hofnarr’s Horrible, No-Good, Very Weird 15 Years Of Being Dead.

a tribute to fanon interpretations/character study(?) that was going to be a bonus chapter in a post-canon/au comedy fic im working on! might come back to expand on this when i do start posting it (or if mpn gives him more background story lore that i’ll have to work with aoAHGHOAUGH)

happy madness day! :o)

“Where should I begin… Perhaps at the very beginning? OH! Christoff and I first met years before our Nexus days! Back in our freshman years of college, to be precise! You know, I was actually a theater major before switching to- ... A-Aah, too far back. Much too far... Let’s start from the point where the notes I supplied to you ended then, shall we? After our dissension...”

.. “Good luck, old friend...” ..

The first years on the run from Nexus was stressful to say the least. Hofnarr and Christoff had split up to better their chances of survival. He knew the process would be grueling, having talked to Christoff almost every night about it to calm his nerves. While he played calm for the cameras, Hofnarr truly wished he could have held him close one last time. No communications. No physical contact. Day after day, month after month, nothing. He would be separated from his husband for a very long time…

It wasn’t all bad after a while. He had a comfortable new apartment, went under a new alias, and his questionable new job paid him enough to buy food. His apartment even had cable! He could watch marathons of Slaughter Time whenever he got home! In hindsight, he wondered if that had an effect on his mental state at the time...

Hofnarr had taken the last of his S3LF regulator with him, having shipped them out to an undisclosed location prior to dissension. Dissonance exposure did a number on him and his research team, leaving them to track their “normality” through daily blood tests and injections. While they met their fates early on, Hofnarr had gotten lucky. That is, until the doses began to run out.

Stressful as it was, he knew what he had to do. Hofnarr rushed back to what remained of the labs, knowing it had been abandoned by now. It was ironic, he and Christoff’s work, the work that was turned against them, was the one thing keeping him alive. For days, he worked to make more doses from the materials he brought with him. But there was only so much he could do with limited supplies… Hofnarr made many attempts to prolong the inevitable, lowering his dosage amount, injecting it weekly rather than daily, but he eventually ran dry.

Refusing to turn to darker alternatives, he felt the only thing he could do at this point is record his final findings through video logs.

“It was… interesting revisiting the footage, to put it nicely. Christoff had actually kept the video files on a drive after he originally found all my things in the lab! I barely remembered what happened back then, so I rewatched them out of curiosity.”

On the first night, Hofnarr recorded a message for Christoff. One filled with sorrow, but also with gratitude. For the time that they spent together. How special he made him feel. All the memories they made together...

On the next, he recorded a log detailing his findings during Project Nexus. The effects of dissonance, the Other Place, what it did to him and his colleagues, everything and anything he could.

The next, he reported on the progression of his symptoms. Fever, brain fog, insomnia, joint pain. He felt like his organs were melting, his skin bursting at the seams.

The next night he saw something and remembered. Scars. The scars on his head. That week he was in the staff hospital. He thought it was a dream but the scars were there. Phobos. Director Phobos brought him somewhere that week. He knew he felt off when he woke up in the office that night. He knew something was off when Christoff asked him where he was. He thought he passed out from over-working. That bastard Phobos. Nausea was replaced with rage as he began to scream, his throat becoming raw. What did he put in him? What the hell did he put inside him!?

On the last recorded log, he was face-down on the ground. Groaning as his body occasionally convulsed. Until the video feed eventually cut off.

His body would lay there dormant, dead, for fifteen years.

But to Hofnarr, he felt like he was dreaming.

.. “LET’S GIVE IT UP FOR OUR NEXT CONTESTANT!” ..

“Huh?” The doctor sat up and looked around, the area around him pitch black. Wasn’t he sleeping just a moment ago? He got up and took a step forward in the seemingly endless void. “H-Hello? Who’s out there?”

“AWW, DON’T BE SHY NOW! ESTEEMED AUDIENCE, A BIG ROUND OF APPLAUSE FOR OUR GUEST; THE UNFORTUNATE DOCTOR HOFNARR!”

A light shined down on him from above. A crowd seemingly began to cheer all around him. He was in the center of what looked like a talk show set. Hofnarr awkwardly scratched the corner of his face. “‘Unfortunate’? W-What do you mean? W-Who are you?”

“FIGHT FIRST, ASK QUESTIONS LATER!” The voice above him called out again. “AFTER ALL, IT’S…!” Hofnarr drowned out the noise while trying to think. It sounded familiar. Like it came from…

Hofnarr’s thoughts were cut short. He looked down at his torso. Terror set in as he recognized an entire stop sign had been lodged through his chest.

“DON’T GET COLD FEET NOW! THE SHOW’S ONLY JUST BEGUN!”

The words echoed in Hofnarr’s mind as he frantically tried to pull it out, his vision growing muddled, his hands slipping with blood until…

He blinked.

No stage. No sound. No pain.

Nothing around except for a single white door in front of him.

He stood up again, cautiously reaching for the doorknob.

When he entered he seemed to be in a vintage styled home. It was a kitchen with checkerboard flooring, a table with two chairs, and cheerful music playing through a small radio. It smelled of pastry and medical equipment. Suddenly, there was a knock coming from the door. A familiar voice called from behind it.

“I’m home, dear.” “J-Jeb?!”

Hofnarr rushed towards the front door. Christoff wasn’t trapped here too, was he? “Jeb! W-where are we!? What is this place? What happened to-”

As he opened the door, the clapping returned.

His husband was there, briefcase in hand, his face replaced with a black hole dripping with an unknown inky substance.

He slowly began to back away as “Jeb” moved closer.

The applause, the laughter, was deafening.

Before he could question or run away, Hofnarr was hit by something. His vision blurred, but refocused to be face-to-face with something. It seemed to be a shadow of himself. He tried to run again, but was pinned down by his doppelganger. The clone raised a clawed hand above him and then...

Like waking from a nightmare, Hofnarr quickly sat up once again. He gasped for air, dripping with cold sweat.

Was this really happening? Was it finally over? Was he free?

And then the spotlight focused on him again.

“It… got very surreal. Despite fight after fight, death after painful death... I would suddenly be somewhere else! There was a gameshow, our old apartment, a cat cafe, a... strip club of sorts, a tea room filled with these small armless doodles I used to draw on my research notes trying to offer me snacks… One time there was a sort of singing contest, but I won’t bore you with the details of that one. But when I wasn’t in those places, I felt like I was fighting for my life. It felt like an eternity! And the strangest part of it all? It… it became addicting.”

At first, he felt as if Hofnarr used all of his energy, physical and emotional, to fight back. It reminded him too much of his escape from Nexus. But as time went on, he focused less on escaping and more on surviving. The more he fought, the more he began to lose himself. He was anticipating what sudden whiplash of combat would be thrown at him next. He chuckled at the thought of what excitement would be heading his way. He wanted more. The fights became too slow. Too predictable. Too boring. He began toying with whatever was thrown at him. Turning his shadowy hunters into the hunted. Why let his audience watch the same old fights all the time?

Suddenly, the fighting stopped.

Why?

He was having fun, wasn’t he? He grew impatient.

“WHAT’S THE HOLD UP!” He yelled into the void, seething with anger. “AREN’T WE SUPPOSED TO BE FIGHTING? ISN’T THAT WHAT I’M HERE FOR?!”

He stomped his foot down, lodging something out of the ground.

The stop sign.

He looked over it curiously. How familiar…

Grabbing hold of it, quick flashes of memories appeared to him.

Nexus, the Science Tower, Phobos, the Other Place…

A man with long hair standing next to...

Hofnarr…

Who was that? Was that him?

No…

Only Tricky remained.

Footsteps echoed throughout the halls of the abandoned lab. Heels quickly clicking, cautiously stopping every so often. A lone Nexus Core agent entered through one of the doors.

Perfect timing.

“HAY! YOU THERE!!” A voice stuttered and glitched out, reverberating through the emptiness of the lab. The quickly soldier whipped their head around. “YEAH! YOU, STUPID. PLAY WITH ME!!”

“Who’s there?” The agent pointed their magnum towards the noise. “Show yourself!”

Gladly. The cackling figure emerged from the shadows, posing with a peace-sign, causing the agent to recoil. He grinned, slowly moving towards the cowering goon on the ground. They wouldn’t stand a chance.

“Who are you!?”

They couldn’t kill him.

“FIGHT FIRST. ASK QUESTIONS LATER! AFTER ALL…”

CAN’T KILL CLOWN.

“IT’S MURDER TIME!”

“My body had been there, regenerating and repeating the enmeshment process for years. And by the time I woke up, I was a completely different person. I became a creature of unfiltered impulse… A personification of chaos itself.”

The room grew silent before Hofnarr spoke up again.

“I-Is it horrible to say it was… kind of cool?” He said with a nervous chuckle, twiddling his fingers.

2BDamned was quiet for a moment. They recalled the many times they had to stitch their comrades back together due to Clown Moments. They placed their head in their palms and let out a sigh.

“... You have the right to your own opinion.”

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BONUS: songs i was listening to on loop while working on this instead of doing my damned writing assignment. Enjoy

lady gaga ft. dorian electra - replay

vestik - tricky's vengeance ft. monocronic

#madness combat #Madness Project Nexus #Dr. Hofnarr #Tricky the Clown #MY WORKS #MY FIC #happy madness day these old dudes are gay. [Vine Boom] gay as hell. [Vine B

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justatiredghost · 3 years

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Living for the Moment Ch19

A series of glimpses at Klaus’ life if he’d met Dave in his mid 20s. His life isn’t magically transformed, love can’t fix either of them when they’re both homeless and in a bad place. They’re not even really ready for a relationship yet. But maybe a supportive friendship can set them on a better path, the two of them inspiring each other to take care of themselves. It’s going to be a long and bumpy ride, and the question is, when will they actually admit to themselves that they have feelings for each other? Read More AO3

The problem with coming to a sudden stop after burning himself up the way Klaus had been lately was the loss of adrenaline. That had really been the only thing keeping him going. Well, that and the drugs. Thankfully he still had some of those in his system so the ghosts were leaving him alone, because the inevitable crash wiped him out completely. He didn’t have the strength to keep his eyes open anymore let alone enough to hunt down another contact to resupply.

There were a lot of things Dave had said that he wanted to comment on, mostly to ask what was wrong with him, but he just couldn’t right now. None of this felt real. He’d never had someone so determined to stay in his life, and all he could do was wonder how long until he came to his senses. But that was a problem for future him. As most things were. Right now, Klaus just wanted to sleep.

Not that he got much before they were both jolted awake by a car backfiring. The early commuters were likely out, so they had to leave, but Klaus felt so much worse than he had before. The exhaustion, the aches and pains, the ugly bruise welling up on the side of his face where he’d been punched, and to top it all off, he was pretty sure he had a fever.

“Hey, you okay?” Dave asked when he noticed, and of course he had to be all sweet, rubbing his back and everything.

“Oh yeah, sure, all good here,” Klaus said, trying to suppress a violent shiver at the early morning wind icy cold now that Dave wasn’t pressed up against his side.

“Shit, I didn’t give you my cold, did I?”

“What can I say? Petty theft is one of my charms,” Klaus joked, because he didn’t like how worried he looked.

“I wish I could repay the favor and find a place for you to warm up and sleep it off, but— hang on, I have an idea. Come with me?”

Dave stood and offered his hand, and Klaus considered it. He thought about trying to ditch him again, or just refusing to move. But he was too tired to be stubborn and petty, so he decided it would be easier just to go along and he let himself get pulled to his feet.

Usually, Klaus would be more nosey about this, but when Dave left him outside the shitty motel, he just stood there and waited while he went inside to talk with someone. He surprised himself, honestly. He must be really bad off. At least Dave didn’t keep him waiting long.

“Wow, you really do look like shit,” Dave said when he returned, actually able to get a good look at him now that the early morning sun was starting to make its appearance.

“Still hot though, right?” Klaus said.

“Mmm, feverish and attractive,” Dave joked. “You might be overdoing it a little, might want to tone it down a bit.”

“Have you met me?” Klaus replied.

“Well,” Dave continued, unlocking one of the motel room doors on the first floor. “The good news is, a buddy here owes me a favor. She said we can have this room, but gotta be out of here by tomorrow evening.”

“She is a saint,” Klaus said, stumbling inside after him. “I am going to take a 6 hour long bath, so if you need to pee, you better do it now.”

“No, go ahead,” Dave laughed. “I’m actually going to step out for a bit. I have some other stuff I need to take care of. But I look forward to seeing what you look like all pruny.”

Klaus waved him off with an annoyed sound. He turned on the water as hot as it would go and was ready to soak up all that warmth and wash away the grime. By the time he finally climbed out of the bath, he didn’t feel so frozen. Sure, he still felt like shit, but it was better than nothing.

For once, Klaus slept like a rock, so he wasn’t all that surprised when he came to, desperate for a glass of water, to discover Dave was asleep in the other bed by the door. On the way back from the bathroom with a cup, he had the sudden impulse to crawl into Dave’s bed and join him, but tried to block that out and just go back to sleep.

The next time he woke up, it was to hear the shower running. Dave was no longer in the other bed. A midnight shower wasn’t all that strange, though, so he let himself fall back to sleep. But when he woke up again a little over an hour later and the shower was still going, Dave still missing, he started to get a little worried.

Well, more curious than worried. Yes, this definitely wasn’t worry. These types of places weren’t really known for having unlimited hot water and he actually wondered if Dave had been the one to ditch him this time. Curiosity getting the better of him, he stumbled out of bed, pausing at the bathroom door to knock.

“Dave? You alive in there?” he called, but didn’t get a response. “I’m coming in. I swear I’m not doing this just to check you out naked.”

As he slowly opened the door, he noticed that there wasn’t as much steam as he thought there would be. The mirror wasn’t even fogged up. When he turned to the tub, the curtain was pulled back just enough that he could see Dave sitting there, letting the water fall over him, still wearing boxers and a t-shirt. His arms were raised as if to protect his head, fingers digging into his hair.

“Dave,” Klaus called again, concerned now.

Dave flinched as soon as he spotted him, but at least he relaxed when he realized it was just Klaus. Then, he scrambled to turn the water off before sitting back, out of breath and just trying to regain his bearings.

“Hi,” Dave said guiltily. Then, he looked down at himself and sighed heavily, picking at the way his shirt stuck to him uncomfortably. “Aw, man. We have got to stop meeting like this.”

“Would it help if I also got in with my clothes on?” Klaus offered.

“No, no, it’s fine,” Dave sighed, not completely able to stop himself from smiling despite everything.

“Your loss,” Klaus said with a shrug. “I’m not exactly one to judge, I was in here for a criminally long time earlier, but typically I don’t think showers are supposed to last very long. I’m surprised you haven’t run out of hot water.”

“Ah,” Dave said, looking away. “I think I may have, actually.”

“May have what?”

“Run out of hot water,” Dave said, and as if to prove his point, a particularly violent shiver ran through him.

“What the hell?” Klaus said. “You should probably get out of there. Only one of us is allowed to be sick at a time, and I already called dibs.”

He passed Dave a towel as he clambered out of the tub. Then, he left him so he could have a little privacy to change while Klaus wandered around the room in search of any extra blankets stashed away. Dave was already back in his bed when he returned, so he unceremoniously dropped his spoils on top of him before selecting one to unravel sitting on the edge of the bed.

“I swear I don’t take all my showers clothed,” Dave said, forcing a chuckle as he followed suit, no doubt trying to lighten the mood.

“Hey, whatever does it for you,” Klaus shrugged, and Dave smacked him playfully with one of the folded blankets.

“I really am sorry about all this,” Dave groaned after they finished with their work, burrowing deeper into the pile of blankets, still shivering.

“What, hogging all the blankets? I guess I can forgive you.”

“Well, yeah, I guess there’s that now, too,” Dave chuckled. “But I more meant, just, all of this-- my little breakdown. It doesn’t happen as often as it used to, but I still get flashbacks and nightmares sometimes. Showers help, they can kinda ground me I guess, this one was just particularly bad, I guess.”

“Oh,” Klaus said dumbly, not really sure what to do with all that openness. Except run, but he’d already tried that and failed.

This all hit a little too close to home; the nightmares and the flashbacks, the whispered confessions in a moment of vulnerability. In Klaus’ experience, it never went well. He knew Dave was just like this, so much more open than Klaus could ever imagine being, but it still sent a chill through him.

As irrational as it was, he didn’t want Dave to learn the same way he had. At least Klaus didn’t have any plans to betray him, so he might as well encourage him to let it all out now.

“Do you, like, what to talk about it or something?” he said uncertainly. “I heard it’s supposed to help. I mean, I know that’s rich, coming from me of all people.”

“It’s nothing, it’s stupid,” Dave said quickly, waving a hand dismissively. “You’ll laugh at me.”

“Okay, well, now you have to tell me,” Klaus said, climbing onto the bed so he was laying on his stomach, leaning on his elbows, head in his hands.

“I, uh, went to talk to someone today,” Dave said slowly. “About getting support. For vets.”

“That’s good, right?” Klaus said, trying to be encouraging.

“I guess,” he said, eyes sliding to the side, avoiding Klaus’ gaze. “It’s just frustrating, it feels like admitting defeat. But I can’t even hold down a job, something’s gotta change.”

“That’s the spirit?” Klaus said uncertainly. It wasn’t like self-improvement was his specialty. But he could definitely understand the guilt that went with asking for help. Which is why he never did.

“Unfortunately, it’s bringing up a few too many memories. And, when I’m stressed, I have nightmares, so that doesn’t help,” Dave added lamely, trying to laugh a little.

“There, there,” Klaus said, sitting up so he could reach out and pat his shoulder. Taken by surprise, Dave burst out laughing and Klaus couldn’t help but grin, pleased he could still make him laugh, even when he was upset. “If it helps, wearing clothes in the shower is nowhere near the top 10 weirdest things I’ve found people doing in the bathroom,” Klaus said unhelpfully.

“Still,” Dave said, before changing the subject. “But enough about me, how are you feeling? Sorry again for giving you my cold.”

“I might learn to forgive you one day,” Klaus said dramatically, hand on his forehead.

“Hey,” Dave said. “I was thinking, and I realized that I just kinda made you come with me here, sorry about that, too.”

“Yes,” Klaus said, again playing it up. “How dare you force me to sleep in a proper bed for a change?”

“You know what I mean,” Dave said with a weak smile. But then his voice turned serious. “I know I was probably a bit too much before, probably creepy too, tracking you down like that. I just want you to know that, if you really don’t want to be here, I’d understand.”

“What’s the matter, starting to have second thoughts?” Klaus asked. “I am a handful. Being friends with me is gonna be a nightmare”

“Seriously,” Dave persisted. “How about we meet up in a few days and talk it out? I’ll have at least a few more answers once the VA get back to me. I know everything feels impossible right now, but being your friend is worth it, to me. But if all of this has put you off, then feel free to make a break for it. I’ll leave you alone.”

“Sure,” Klaus said distractedly.

Dave nodded and turned away, pulling the blankets up nearly over his head.

Klaus had never been told he was worth it before. He’s never been worth anything and he didn’t know how to feel about all of this. He thought he could feel something melting in his core, a warmth reaching him that he never expected to feel. But there was guilt, too. So much guilt.

How was this even happening? Dave was a pretty smart guy, but he just seemed to be ignoring all the warning signs. Maybe Klaus had tricked him into this somehow. He was very good at manipulating people. But, for some reason, Dave kept coming back, there was no denying that. He wanted to trust him, to believe in Dave even if he couldn’t believe in himself, but he knew how dangerous that was.

Klaus felt cold, again, when he went back to his own bed, moving automatically. Mostly he just felt numb, completely drained. And he was more lost than ever. Maybe he was just too sober, maybe drugs would wipe it all away and remind him who he was. Or, maybe it wouldn’t, and he’d wake up one day and hate himself, wondering what would have been.

Hating himself wasn’t anything new, but when he glanced over his shoulder to see Dave’s curly hair sticking out between blanket and pillow, he so desperately wanted to give hope a try.

#klaus hargreeves #dave katz #klave #klaus x dave #the umbrella academy #umbrella academy #fanfic #living for the moment #my fic

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cherry3point14 · 4 years

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One Helluva Car

Pairing: Dean x Reader Warnings: Minor car fetish, one paragraph of blink-and-you’ll-miss-it smut, a little jealous!Dean, this is crack babes’, I can’t stress this enough: car fetish Word Count: 3,500. Summary: Just a small town girl, living in a lonely world and then one day she sees Baby... A/N: @alexwinchester23 hit me up a THOUSAND years ago with the prompt: dean x reader where she is more “in love” with deans car and it makes him a little jelly lol. And I was like, ha ha ha sure I’ll write it. It’s been half written ever since. So, I finished it. Someone please be proud of me for finishing. (Not like that you animals.) This also fills Driving In The Impala for @spndeanbingo

It’s Monday lunchtime when you see it. Her? It looks like a her. The best cars are ‘hers’ and even from a distance, she has curves that only a good woman could possess.

You’ve had a morning of shitty, old trucks that have been run hard for too long, and new cars that you plug into the computer to diagnose, which takes all the fun out of life. It’s easy to see a mile off that she isn’t shitty or bogged down with modern tech. She’s a well looked after classic. A thing of beauty. A freaking masterpiece. She’s polished enough that the sun bounces off of her black surface like she’s made of glass.

If only your arms weren’t laden with brown paper bags of food you’d take a detour to get a closer look. You could ghost your hand over her hood and take a look at the interior. You bet it’s the softest fucking leather your ass would ever hope to feel.

You’d generally drool over her without actually drooling because God knows spit is not good for the paintwork. Unfortunately, you do have bags filled with hot, meaty subs intended to feed your workforce. And you’re wise enough to know that making a garage of hungry mechanics wait for their lunch is not a good move. It’ll only result in some sort of unnecessary disaster this afternoon that you, their boss, will have to fix or pay for. Or both.

The only thing you can do is take one last look at her, memorize that beautiful shape while you heft the bags closer to your chest and carry on walking. It’s not like you’ve never seen a good old fashion American muscle car before, you have your own ‘70 Mustang at home.

It’s just… this is a Chevvy Impala, arguably the first car to flex its muscles. You don’t see one of those every day.

Your hobby is like a much cooler version of birdwatching. You have an appreciation for cars, classics in particular. The craftsmanship, the design, and the sounds they make as they tear through the world like moving time capsules. Nothing generated by a low emission engine compares.

That’s how you spot her for the second time, on Wednesday.

Well, you hear her first.

You’re closing up for the night. Everyone goes home early on Wednesdays, the shop closes at three, except for you. There’s always paperwork that needs to be done and you hate the idea of taking it home if you can help it. Taking a car home you’re always happy to do, but paperwork? You refuse to dirty your private space like that.

It’s just before six when you’re locking the doors and thunder screams in the distance. At least you think it’s thunder, you wonder where the clouds are until it moves too fast to be a weather condition.

The closer it gets the more the sound transforms into pure, uncut horsepower. It’s the deep rumble of an engine that demands to be heard. It tears your attention to it whether you like it or not. An announcement of the coming vehicle before it arrives.

Then she glides around the corner of Maple and Third before peeling down the street past you. It’s her again, she’s still in town. You know it’s the same car, she isn’t a vehicle made for stealth and your little ol’ town isn’t exactly heaving with beauties like her.

You know she’s not a local, it must be a flying visit, you’re lucky enough to have seen her again before she left. Not just seen her though, heard her. Heard her engine and the screech of her tires on the tarmac. Experiencing her in action is breathtaking enough that you gawp at her like an idiot as she zooms away.

It’s not a fetish or anything. You don’t exactly cuddle an exhaust pipe in bed. You appreciate cars more than your job requires you to, simple. It’s a respect that was drilled into you from a young age. Your dad owns a franchise of shops across the state and never had the boy he always wanted. He didn’t mope about it, he taught you to fix an engine instead. To appreciate every individual piece like an unsolved puzzle. And because your dad is a big ol’ softie he taught you that classic cars can’t be beaten, he favors Camaros in particular. He gave you a garage to work in until you’d labored enough to earn it for keeps and manage it as your own. Your dad raised you to bleed motor oil and sweat gasoline.

Cars are your life. Ok, maybe you’re a bit of a gearhead is all. You can’t help it if that Impala is a fine wine you want to uncork.

You watch the street lights make a hazy path for her to follow, another corner and she’s gone.

At home, you curl up on your sofa and scroll through your usual sites to see how much your own Impala would cost. In good condition, you’d have to sell one of the two cars you already have but there’s this smashed up ‘68 in New Jersey that might be worth the drive for the price. It would basically be a new car by the time you rebuild it but that doesn’t matter. All you needed were the bones of the thing and you never shy away from a project that involves weeks of hunting down original parts, that’s half the fun. For tonight at least it gets bookmarked. The decision left for another day, if it still seems like a good idea in the morning then you’ll make the call.

Hell, maybe tomorrow you’ll see something else and forget all about her. Maybe.

Good looking guys come through town from time to time but Dean is a rare treat. He’s the picture next to ‘handsome’ in the dictionary. He’s got these full lips that you’ve stared at, without an ounce of shame, while he sucks on a beer bottle. A jawline covered in scruff that you’ve already imagined between your thighs. And then there are those hands of his. It could be your line of work but you always loved a man with hands like his. Broad hands and thick fingers. Mechanic hands you’d call them, you half wish they were covered in oil and grease.

He was tapping away on the bar for a while, drumming aimlessly while you drank, but now he’s toppled in your direction. He’s standing between his barstool and yours, while you're still seated, which makes you the perfect height for him to slip an arm around you. His thumb has settled in on tracing the edge of your jeans while he talks to you, tickling your back where your tank had ridden up.

Honestly? He doesn’t even need to be a good lay to be worth the trip to bed.

“I know you said you’re in town with your brother…”

He winces at the start of your sentence, “with the things I’m thinking about doing to you honey, you can’t go mentioning Sammy at the same time.”

Underneath the stained overalls, you’re still a woman and you’re not sure if there’s anyone alive who could resist Dean’s charms. When you laugh at his ridiculous propositioning, you don’t even try to fight when it tails off into a giggle.

“I was going to ask if you had your own room? Or are we going back to my place?”

You’d almost think he’d been playing it cool up until this point. Everything had been measured and smooth. But you ask him that and he finally cracks, urgency slips through that charm offensive. He tilts his head forward as his face hardens into something intense, eyes hooded under the light of the bar. His hand slides up underneath your top enough that his whole palm skates against your skin. “How about a compromise? My car, your place?”

You lean in until you’re almost touching his lips, your tongue peeks out to wet them and flicks against his, taunting. “Deal."

He doesn’t need to know that you walked here and needed a ride home anyway. That's irrelevant.

Stumbling out of the bar is messy. Not because of the alcohol, neither of you have drunk that much, it’s his hands on your waist. They’re possessive and so there.

Maybe he’s not so bad in bed. Maybe he’s actually, pretty good in…

Oh fuck. It’s her.

You’re stopped in your tracks by the sight of your very own white whale. Well, black and shiny Impala but the metaphor stands.

You stop and Dean bumps into you, not expecting it so soon. For a brief moment, you’re frozen in awe, reverence. Even in the dark, she’s perfect. Street lights bouncing off of her smooth exterior. The night is chilly and there’s a hint of condensation creeping around the edges of the windshield which only serves to make her sparkle.

“Wow, she’s-”

“Mine?” Dean finishes, a wry grin on his face and keys dangling from those fingers you’d been drooling over moments ago. Fuck him and his fingers now.

“Shit, Dean. I’ve been seeing this car all week. She’s beautiful.” You walk towards her, carefully, in case you spook her. She’s an old soul, probably jumpy. Your hand reaches out but doesn’t touch her yet because you’re being respectful.

You’d have thought Dean might have appreciated your care. Instead, he laughs and it catches you off guard. You whip your head back around to glare at him and he encourages you, “she won't bite.”

When you finally make contact she’s cool and glossy under your touch, but even so, you don’t run your hand over her like you want to. You can feel the waxed surface that you don’t want to ruin. You know how much effort goes into a good wax job like this. Instead, you trade your whole hand for your fingertips and trace her edges as if trying to remember her shape for when you rebuild your own.

“Ahem.” In the distance, Dean clears his throat. Sucks for him. You’ve got a new love interest.

“Sweetheart?” He asks again, stepping up closer to you as if you didn’t hear him. He sounds needy like he wants you, but it’s edged with this vulnerable envy. You already noticed his bright green eyes in the bar, now you're wondering if there’s a different green-eyed monster at play.

He needs to understand, you saw the car first. She’s held your heart all week, Dean piqued the interest of your lady parts about half an hour ago. You might say age before beauty but this Impala has Dean beat on both fronts, older and more beautiful.

“Where’d you get these rims, if I didn’t know better I’d almost say they’re original,” you spare him a glance over your shoulder. “But I do know better.”

He looks like he’s struggling with not having your full attention, you’d almost say he’s pouting. Then he sticks out his bottom lip and he's definitely pouting. He shuffles from foot to foot and steels his jaw. It makes it even more difficult for him then when you ask questions that he wants to answer. You can see the cogs turning where he’s trying to work out if he should encourage your interest or not. As much as he wants sex, in the end, the gearhead wins out.

“Fixed her up a lot over the years, found those in a junkyard if you believe it.” He steps up next to you now with a proud smile.

“I can believe it. I’ve seen the stuff people throw away. They’re perfect. Can I?” You slide out your phone and wave it at him.

He nods, although a little dumbstruck.

You bend down and snap a picture, explaining. “I was looking at a sixty-eight to rebuild, maybe. Actually, yours gave me the idea, saw her and couldn’t get her out of my head. I have a friend who might be able to help me out with these.”

“You wanna build one?” He sounds interested but not enough to get him off track. The track being you.

“Yeah. I told you I’m a mechanic. Building these things is in my blood.”

The air is cool and you start to feel it, not having intended being outside this long. He sees you shiver and steps behind you running his hands up and down your arms. “Sixty-eight ain’t a sixty-seven though, is it?” He asks, voice dripping with cocky arrogance about his car.

Oh, fuck. He’s figured out the way to your heart. He’s got you all turned around and leaning against her. Back pressed against her metal and glass enough that you’ll be feeling her for weeks.

“No, it’s not…”

“Wanna ride my Baby?” Dean presses his lips to the corner of your mouth with the question, leaving enough space for you to let out an almost inaudible gasp.

You’d be inclined to say men name their cars the dumbest shit sometimes but ‘Baby’ fits somehow. It’s perfect. She’s Baby.

“Yeah,” you nod. Right now, it's all you’ve ever wanted.

He walks you to the passenger’s side door and opens it’s for you. It’s not even romantic, it’s a fucking turn on.

Maybe you do have a car fetish. You should probably figure that out, like, another day.

In the time it takes Dean to strut to the other side you have sunk into the leather and just as you imagined, it’s soft. Worn and loved, like everything else about this beauty. This is what’s makes her special and that’s why you would have to love your own extra hard. To make up the years of neglect.

“Ready to go?”

He’s looking at you, smirking in your peripheral, and you’re looking at his fingers on the keys. You know what’s going to happen when he turns them. You’re still not prepared.

“Let’s do it.” A grin slides onto your face.

She rumbles to life beneath you. The vibrations from her engine shudder through the seat straight to your core. From there you swear the horsepower zips to every nerve ending in your body like electricity powering a city. And the sound could strike you down. She somehow purrs and roars at the same time. Each rev is a scream but her engine sings between each turn.

“Two eighty-three?” You ask, bottom lip caught behind your teeth.

“Get out of here with that two eighty-three crap. She’s a three twenty-seven.” He snaps, but not really, pressing his foot on the gas again just to see you quiver. Another rotation of the engine, her power, rolls through you.

He pulls out onto the road, leaving the dive behind, and drifts a little as he does, the back of her floating into the road. You slide over the seat an inch and he’s half focused on you, half focused on driving, so you're not even sure if he planned it. You scoot closer to him and he weighs his arm, the one not currently steering, around your shoulders. You’re becoming increasingly aware that the car smells like him, or he smells like her. Leather, sweet and spicy, musky. It’s a complicated mix where you’re not sure whether it's more her or him. You want to wrap yourself up in it all the same but Baby can’t wrap you up, Dean can.

“Dean I… Next left… I really, really love this car.”

He licks his lips as he looks down at you, his pupils wide, probably has a clear view of your chest, “yeah? How much, sweetheart?”

“A lot.” You pant in his ear, teeth grazing his lobe. “Second right, then it’s the third house on the left.”

A growl comes out of him. Determined. And you’re not so sure you care about fucking Dean anymore but each time you work him up a little higher, he revs that gorgeous engine and you get to feel that thunder. It’s the best circle jerk you could imagine, everyone is truly happy.

He pulls up in front of your house in record time because Baby is gunning 285 horsepower, so she’s not exactly going to be beat.

The problem, that you hadn’t really planned on, is arriving at your destination. As soon as he cuts the engine you puncture. Missing the everything about her straight away and wishing you’d kept driving for hours. Still, you have the scent of leather everywhere, burdening your senses with the smell of a bygone era. You hike a leg over Dean and sit in his lap. A knee either side of his thighs, denting her seats and Baby’s steering wheel holding the curve of your ass. Your hands skip Deans’ shoulders in favor of the seat behind him, the cushioned bench under the pads of your fingers, as you attach your mouth to his. Sandwiched between Baby and Dean, and you never want to leave the spot.

Your tongue curls into his mouth at the same time that he presses his fingers into your hips so tight you’re sure there’ll be bruises. You’ve never worried about a tight grip on you before but he starts pulling you towards him and away from where you’re wedged on Baby. The more you lean your body into Dean, the less you feel his car.

“Baby.” You murmur into him. Dean must mistake it to be a pet name you’re borrowing, calling him, because he pulls you again. Actually you’re telling him where you want to be, to stay.

Here. With Baby.

“This is a nice neighborhood.” He hums in this tone that’s deep but it doesn’t go through you like the sound of a turbo V-8. “We should take this inside.”

He’s right. Carl from the damn neighborhood watch is probably already doing just that, watching. The pervert.

“Right, sure.” You agree despite the way your stomach drops at the thought of leaving her.

You’re all untangling limbs getting out and he kisses you once more against Baby before you allow him to drag you away. It already feels different, normal, boring.

Dean’s fine, he’s good, he’s handy. Like you’d thought he would be.

You wrap your mouth around his dick because you’ve always liked looking up through your lashes and seeing the way a guy goes breathless on your tongue. He works you open on his thick fucking fingers until the pressure in your stomach snaps with his thumb circling your clit. He pushes into you and the stretch, the burn, is perfect. Dean is better in bed than you’d expected him to be.

And yet, it’s empty. Dulled. It doesn’t scratch the itch like good sex used to. The whole experience dampened compared to what you’d felt sitting in the front seat of his 1967 Chevy Impala.

You slip on some oversized shirt from your floordrobe to walk him out when he leaves. Neither of you under any impression that he’s staying the night. He’s got this satisfied grin on his face that he hasn’t been able to wipe off since the first time he came. He stops at your doorstep, “thanks, sweetheart. This was fun.”

“Sure was,” you agree, not giving him the full story. Standing at your doorway you’re looking at Baby instead of Dean, again. “Let me know if you’re still in town tomorrow, I’d love to go for another ride.”

He nods and backs away a few steps until he’s in your line of sight along with his car, “will do, baby.”

He must think you mean sex. You wouldn't be opposed to it but you mean a drive. A real drive with wide roads, and opening the taps. You can break that to him tomorrow if he does give you that call. If he doesn't then there's only one thing you need to say before he leaves. One thing you can't let her leave without saying.

“One helluva car you got there, Dean.”

Second A/N: Look, this didn’t start out as a full on car fetish but I was writing it and SOMETIMES I HAVE NO CONTROL. Sometimes these characters they say, “fuck you!” and do what they want. I was going to write a nice little jealousy thing. Dean wants some attention. That’s all. You only have yourselves to blame readers!

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judediangelo75 · 3 years

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Little Do You Know...

Hi everyone! So this is gonna be a bit of a songfic featuring Talith (Talbott x Judith). This is gonna be a backstory of when Judith (and her best friend Brooke) ran away from Hogwarts. As I mentioned in one of my story posts, How Talbott Dropped the Question, Judith went back to her homeland, while pregnant with Talbott’s son, Bakari. This is what happened during that time.

There was gonna be implied sexual content, just as a warning.

Without further ado, here’s “Little Do You Know...” ( and the song that https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GP4okspbfMM)

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(Judith Harris) (Age: 17, close to 18)

(WARNING: IMPLICATION TO SEXUAL THEMES)

I woke up just moments before my sensitive ears picked up the soft whimpers of Bakari from his nursery.

'Must be time for his late night snack...' I mused quietly as I yawned quietly. I made a move to get up, but an arm tightened around my midsection, pulling me into a warm solid chest. The young man nuzzled my neck, breathing me in before settling again. I felt my cheeks warm a bit and the feeling of guilt creep from the bottom of my heart.

'He doesn't deserve this...'

Little do you know,

How I'm breaking while you fall asleep...

Little do you know,

That I'm still haunted by the memory...

Little do you know,

I'm trying to pick myself up, piece by piece...

Little do you know,

I need a little more time...

I carefully slipped out of Talbott's hold and rolled out of bed. Slipping on a black silk robe that stopped mid-thigh, I quietly exited the room to head to our son's nursery.

Our son...

Talbott and I have been together since we 16, a little after the whole Valentine's Day fiasco. I've fell for the Ravenclaw wizard even awhile before that. What started off as an innocent "He's cute" turned into "I fancy him", which then turned into "I love him."

Crazy how feelings work.

One of things I loved about him was how passionate he was in anything he was interested in.

His studies.

Herbology.

Transfiguration.

Poetry.

Love.

I bit my lip as my thoughts linger on the last one. Although he may not look it, Talbott is actually a very passionate lover. I should know...

I mentally shook my head as I enter my baby's room, his whimpers growing a bit louder as he slowly woke up. Rushing over to the crib, I picked up the little boy.

"Shhh, it's okay my love. Mama's here," I quietly cooed. I couldn't help to admire the young babe.

He came out with a full head of hair, which surprised the hell out of me. Though he inherited my dark brown hair color, he still inherited that gradient effect from his father. The tuft of medium to light brown hair rested on his forehead. His unfocused red eyes gazed up at me with tiny tears in the corners of them. His skin color seem to lean towards Talbott's the older he gets. Though, the shape of his eyes, nose, mouth and face resembled mine. The perfect mixed of Talbott and I embodied in this little being...

Bakari's whimpers quietly died down a little when I held him to my chest, his little hand fisting the material of my robe. I quietly chuckled at the babe's impatience. I walked over the rocking chair in the room, settling in for what might be another long feeding session. I shifted my robe and bra aside, gently guiding Bakari to my nipple.

The babe latched on and began to suckle as I leaned back and closed my eyes. Even though I've been doing this since he's been born, the sensation still feels strange. But a good strange...

Although I'll never regret having this little miracle in my arms, I regret the time I had him...

Talbott and I have been intimate a few times prior to me becoming pregnant. Only difference I was actually smart about it and took a potion daily to act as a birth control. I slipped up thanks to a lot of stressors.

Merula.

Ben.

Rakepick.

My brother.

My mother.

Classes and my studies.

Quidditch.

The final curse vault.

Tch, you name it.

I wasn't taking care of myself like I have been since the middle of 4th year. Talbott found out I was in the Hospital Wing after I passed out in Training Grounds with Brooke, who didn't hesitate to scold me once I woke up. Talbott spent a lot of time trying to take care of me whenever he had free time. I could help but to smile while he fussed over me, recalling the time he told me his mother was a Healer. He definitely picked up a few things from her.

When I got the okay from Madam Pomfrey, Talbott did everything he could to make sure I wasn't over stressed or overworked.

We were in his room one day, with him massaging the tension out of my shoulders from practice duels and being hunched over my books. I felt like jelly under his hands, leaning against his warm body with my eyes closed in bliss. With my hair up in a messy bun, my neck was exposed to his mouth. What started off as soft light kisses turned into gentle bites and sucking love bites into my skin. I turned around and kissed him heatedly.

Let's just say I was finally able to fully relax and rest for the first time in weeks...

But that was just the beginning...

Some time after our passionate time together in each other's embrace, I found myself face first the toilet, violently puking my guts out. At first I though it was probably a stomach bug aand visited Madam Pomfrey. I felt more than nervous when I saw the analyzing look she was giving me as I explained my alignment...

After a few questions (which spiked my nerves) and having to take a sample of my blood, Madam Pomfrey gently pulled me to the side so no one can hear us.

"You're pregnant, Miss Harris..."

My entire world just stopped at those two words. I remember shakily pressing a hand to my abdomen in disbelief. I quietly asked her how far was I. She said a few weeks, give or take. For weeks, I was pregnant with Talbott's child. I cried.

Out of fear.

Out of disbelief.

Out of happiness.

The Healer gave me a hug, calming my tears. I always was in the Hospital Wing one way or another, so I grew close to the older witch. And she was rather fond of me as well. Once I calmed down, she unfortunately had to drop a bombshell.

She had to inform my mother and the Headmaster. As a protocol.

I was okay with Dumbledore knowing.

My mother on the other hand...

I sighed, running my fingers through my son's hair.

I still remember the harsh sting and force of her slap when she visited me in Dumbledore's office. The throbbing feeling as I shakily touched my tender cheek as I gazed up at my mother from my sprawled position on the ground. The anger and disgust in her dark brown eyes. Her cutting words that sliced into me and left me to bleed.

"You bloody disgrace! You sorry excuse of witch! You were sent here to learn and keep your head down like an obedient, proper witch. Not spread your legs for the wizard population and endanger the students here! You never could do what you're told, can't you?! I should've aborted your sorry arse when I had the chance. Don't even think about coming back to my house, you whore. You're disowned and I never want to see your wretched face ever again! Do you understand me?!"

Dumbledore always seem to know I've had a very strained relationship with my mother. Especially since sightings of Brooke's and I's brothers sprang up again thanks to us freeing them. She wanted her baby boy to come home. But instead she had me. When she never wanted me...

The old wizard was shocked as he watched the woman send me one last scorching look before marching out of the office. I left curled up in a small ball, crying my eyes out and quietly whimpering for my Papa. Gods knows how long I remained on that floor. I remember the gentle hand on my shoulder and the soft coos of Fawkes as the phoenix nuzzled my hair, trying to soothe me. I didn't leave that room until I ran out of tears for the moment and I was presentable enough to leave. People talk and I don't want people trying to figure out why I looked like I was a mess.

I eventually got up and silently nodded my thanks to the Headmaster. His eyes were sad as he returned it. I petted the back of Fawkes' feathers before leaving. I kept my exterior emotionless until I reached my dorm. I placed a sound proof charm on my room before letting out a heart wrenching cry. I tore my entire room apart until I sat in the middle of the room, staring at nothing. And that's how my best friend found me.

Brooke hasn't seen me all day and heard that my mother came to visit. When she saw my unresponsive form in the mess that was now my room, she basically jumped over the rumble and held me. That's when the water works kicked in again and I cried in again in my best friend's arms. We were silent until I could compose myself. I quietly explained to her the whole situation.

My condition and my mother.

She was livid. She wanted to hunt her down so bad, I saw the rage in her eyes. But I quietly asked her to leave it be and to keep my condition a secret. She begrudgingly agreed, as long as I promised to make her the Godmother of my unborn child. I weakly chuckled and agreed. After cleaning my room, I carried on like nothing happened. No one knew about my condition but me, Brooke, and the staff at Hogwarts. Professor McGonagall and Professor Sprout tend to fuss over me the most. They never want me doing anything to stress myself out, especially if I wanted to help them set up for class or clean up like I normally do. I often chuckled at them, saying I was fine, even though this pregnancy was a whole bitch and a half.

The morning sickness (thank goodness those passed after awhile).

Dizzy spells.

The sudden waves of fatigue.

The crazy intense cravings (I found myself in the Kitchens a lot for food, Pitts never complained. The old House Elf seem to care for me in a way, especially since my House founder provided the House Elves jobs at Hogwarts.)

The slight bump I had (I had to constantly wear my House robes since they were slightly bigger and hid the bump.)

The mood swings (I had to separate myself from a lot of our friends so I don't go from happy and chill to wanting to bash someone's head in or breaking out into tears in 2.5 seconds randomly.)

Talbott has his suspicions about me. We progressed rather far in our relationship. Where he was able to tell I was hiding something. Plus he noticed the slight weight I put on, though he never voiced this, I saw the curious look on his face. But he never questioned me because usually I would tell him, eventually. Though, how the hell do you tell someone that they're a father at the late age of 16 going on 17?

Lucky for me, I didn't have to.

More time passed and eventually, Brooke and I finally cracked. After she got attacked and lost her magic, and the pressure of the Curse Vaults (with Merula and Ben consisting reminding us) and the adults insisting we leave the Curse Vaults to them (especially me since I was literally carrying another human being inside me), we just couldn't take any more. We secretly made a plan to leave. Though not before leaving a goodbye to the young men we love. I spent one more night with him, getting him to go out with my on a impromptu trip to Hogsmeade and the forest. I spent as much time as I could with him because of the uncertainty of us seeing each other again. The next day, I skipped classes to prepare to leave. I silently cried as I wrote my note to Talbott, constantly having to wipe my eyes so I could see clearly. Brooke and I sneaked into their rooms when everyone was in Great Hall for dinner.

It was hard to leave the letter on his bed. Even harder to walk out of his room. The hardest of all was not even telling him about our unborn child...

But I had to. I didn't want to take him away from his life at Hogwarts. He aspired to become an Auror, to protect others from the Death Eaters, Dark Witches, and Dark Wizards. So they don't have to experience the same loss he did as a young child. He had dreams and I wanted him to be happy. I probably really was cursed. The fact that danger seems to follow me everywhere like a lost Crup puppy was ridiculous. And to tell him that he was gonna be a young teenage father? I would ruin his life before it could even begin. I can't be the girl he wants to be with...

He deserved better than a life with me...

Once we did what we needed to do, we grabbed our stuff and left Hogwarts, sparing one more glance at the grand castle before disappearing into the night.

Right away, we went into training. I tried to help Brooke hone and refine her skills as a werewolf. She was a bit worried about me since I was pregnant but I guaranteed her I was fine. I understood my body's limitations, and tried to take advantage of my lighter weight as much as possible. There were days where the babe in my womb would drain me of all my energy so I had to sit out or at least do the bare minimum of training for the day, which was instructing Brooke in archery.

Thanks to my constant drills by the time I was roughly 6 months, Brooke was an okay shot was much better at tracking and tapping into her werewolf side. I felt bad for being in such a state, especially since I feel like liability (I could still notch a bow and arrow and throw knifes, but was nowhere able to fight hand to hand if need be). I told Brooke that I wanted to go back home, where it was safe and I wouldn't be found. She agreed, especially since she wanted to find out more about her family. Taking the first Muggle flight to Barbados, I left Britain with a solemn goodbye.

I lived in my grandmother's old house, which was surprisingly since up and in fairly good condition. Some of the old neighbors from my childhood recognized me and offered to help clean up the place so I can rest for the remainder of my pregnancy. I was thankful for them and felt amazing to not have worry about anything for once.

Until Bakari decided that he wanted out. Jeez, I would never forget those contractions for shit. I was just happy when the local midwives cleaned up my baby boy and handed him to me. The love and happiness I felt as I gazed down at that chubby face and unfocused red eyes was immense and overflowing. I called Brooke not too long afterwards so she can visit her godson.

She nearly bust down my front door, eager to meet little Bakari. She would openly coo in his little face, smiling whenever she made him laugh or reveal a gummy smile. She wouldn't stop going on how she was gonna spoil him and teach him all her mischievous ways as the young babe blinked up at her innocently. I would roll my eyes in exasperation but I chuckle nonetheless.

So how did Talbott end up finding out me, our son and where I was at? Simple, he told me, Hagrid. Brooke went back to Hogwarts to scope out everything and to visit Hagrid. We both loved the gentle half giant but I warned her ass that the man can't keep a secret for shit. But she insisted it will be fine.

What was the biggest what the actual fuck of the century: Our brothers came back to Hogwarts to check in on us from trying to find Rakepick. Once they realize neither of us were at Hogwarts anymore, they went up to our friends and demanded answers. Bill and Talbott didn't take this too well, seeing how them leaving us impacted our personalities. Bill and Talbott were ready to fight them. That's when Dumbledore and Hagrid had to put a stop to it before it can get out of hand.

Jamal was rather distraught and angry, wanting to know where I was. Dumbledore tried to reason with him but he was too emotional to really listen. Hagrid meant to mumble to himself that he hoped Bakari inherited Talbott's sense of calmness over my brother's emotional behavior in stressful situations. Of course, damn near everybody heard him.

My brother fell deathly silent and stared at Hagrid, who embarrassedly mumbled how he shouldn't have said that. Dumbledore simply sighed and asked Jamal and Talbott to join him in his office. Where he explained everything.

To say that when I found Jamal and Talbott on my doorstep shook me to my very core would be an understatement. I wanted to shut the door and pretended that I was just dreaming, but I knew better. I let them in and we had a talk. Jamal wasn't pleased to find out that I got pregnant so early, especially who the father was (Jamal wasn't all that impressed with Talbott, thinking he wasn't good enough for me). I did tell him if he talked shit about me, Talbott, or our son, I would throw his ass out the window. I gave zero fucks if I gave birth three months prior and was still recovering, I would not let my "family" degrade me twice.

After proving I can do physical harm to him (clocked him right in the jaw, sent him flying into a wall) and not feel bad for it, Jamal did admit that he was just happy to know I was safe and healthy. And he seem to adore his nephew, even when he spat up milk on him (which I found HILARIOUS). As Jamal played with Bakari, Talbott pulled me aside into my bedroom.

"Why," Talbott quietly asked. I bit my lip as I look into those hurt eyes.

"It's better this way," I whispered. Talbott glared at me, not liking that answer.

"Better this way? For who," he snapped, his eyes growing misty with tears. I remained silent, looking at a nearby wall.

"Judith, look at me." I stubbornly ignored him, which he didn't like at all. A low growl escaped the back of his throat as he firmly grasped my chin so I look into those beautiful red eyes I fell in love with.

"Judith, answer me!" I clenched my eyes shut and roughly shoved him back.

"For you, okay! This is better for you," I hissed. Hot tears burned my eyes, clouding my vision of Talbott's shocked expression. I walked to the dresser, not wanting him to see me cry.

"I did this for you, Talbott. Okay? You already have so much going for you. You're one of the top students at school. You have dreams... goals... a future... I had to face the possibility of being expelled like my brother ever since I even came to Hogwarts when I wanted to keep my head down. I practically scream 'DANGER'. You were right to be weary of me from the beginning. Being around me would only bring you trouble, worry and pain... To suddenly trap you with a baby because I was stupid enough not to take my potions? That's unfair to you. You deserve better than that... than me..." I choked on a sob as my body shook from the force of my sadness. I never heard Talbott come up from behind me.

I gasped when I was swiftly grabbed and turned around by my waist. I didn't have time to breathe when a pair of lips claimed my own. I felt my heart thundering in my chest as I stared at Talbott who picked me up by the back of my thighs and placed me on the dresser. His lips were demanding and harsh as they moved against my soft, vulnerable ones, bruising them slightly. He ended the short but intense kiss, staring down at me.

"Let me decide what good for me..."

After that, Jamal stayed a few days to relish in our dad's homeland before leaving. He made a promise to visit soon and left Talbott a warning to take good care of me. Yes, Talbott ended up staying here in Barbados. He told me he had a personal talk with Dumbledore that he was leaving Hogwarts to stay here to be with me and our son.

That was over 6 months ago. And to this day, I still feel guilty.

I felt like an obligation, a responsibility that he had to take care of.

And I have a hard time forgiving myself for doing this to him...

Living together has been much harder than I think either of us expected. It was hard for me to find comfort in his arms like I used to without the guilt threatening to eat me alive. I constantly kept him at arms length, which he didn't like at all. Talbott gotten used to touching me in some way during our time at Hogwarts. In public, it would be us holding hands or and causal touch. In private, he liked to hold me a lot. His favorite way of greeting me was a hug from behind. This sudden cut off seemed to trigger him a little and become slightly clinger, especially in his sleep. And this wasn't technically easier for me either, I find it harder to stay away whenever he gets close.

Doesn't help with me being insecure about myself either. I literally gave birth roughly 9 months ago and it bloody shows. My hips ended up growing a few inches and the baby fat seem to cling onto me. Around my thighs, butt and stomach. The fact I breastfeed Bakari as made my chest full with milk and giving me all types of back issues. And let's not forget my new stretch marks around the areas I gained the most weight. I didn't care what I looked like before Talbott showed up, but with him here and knowing how he likes physical touch made me embarrassed and guilty all over again. I'm the mother of his child at 17. Not a happy reminder.

Then there were the arguments. Talbott wanted to talk about my time before Brooke and I left Hogwarts and I remained tight lipped about it. He knows talking about my feelings is one of the major things I was bad at. I find myself snapping at him to leave it be, telling him that he was a hypocrite on wanting his own privacy when he can't seem to respect my own. I knew my anger was misplaced but I found it difficult to apologize. I found myself in a neverending hole of guilt.

I want to apologize.

To talk to him.

To cry in front him.

To hold him.

To be held by him.

To kiss him.

To surrender my scarred heart to him.

To love him.

Deeply.

Dearly.

Fiercely.

To the point, it was borderline terrifying.

But I can't allow myself that form of vulnerability. I was scared. Scared that he'll finally open his eyes and realize everything. That this was all a mistake. That he should've never left Hogwarts.

That he should've never met me.

If he were to suddenly were to up and leave one day, I wouldn't be mad. I would forgive him within a heartbeat.

But forgetting him, however...

Underneath it all,

I'm held captive by the hole inside...

I've been holding back,

For the fear that you might change your mind...

I'm ready to forgive you,

But forgetting is a harder fight...

Little do you know,

I need a little more time...

I sighed after Bakari finally latched off. I checked the time and chuckled. Nearly 40 minutes...

'Hungry little tike...' I mused as I readjusted my bra and robe. Grabbing a small cloth, I throw it over my shoulder and placed Bakari on my shoulder. Patting his back so he burp up any gas lingering in his little tummy. After a few minutes, I heard a few tiny burps and a yawn. I chuckled and cradled him in arms.

"Nice and full, huh," I asked. A little gurgle was my answer. I let out another soft chuckle before softly singing the song my father taught me. Bakari seems to sleep better whenever I sing to him, which reminds me of his father. I watched his droopy eyes slowly flutter close before falling asleep. Slowly, I rose from the rocking chair and placed him back into his crib. I gently brushed some of his hair from his forehead.

"Goodnight my little prince. Mama loves you," I whispered. I quietly left the room and paused. I wasn't fully ready to go back to bed...

Instead my feet lead me to the patio.

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(Talbott Winger)

I'll wait... I'll wait,

I love you like you've never felt the pain, I'll wait...

I promise you don't have to feel afraid,

I'll wait...

The love you see right here stays,

So lay your head on me...

I turned what felt like the umpteenth time. I open my eyes to look at the empty side next me. The spot was faint from her warmth. A warmth I missed dearly...

I've been in the weird limbo of heaven and hell ever since I found about Judith... and our son.

I can't express what kind of gift that she has brought to my life. I understood what kind of trouble I could be tangled with associating myself with her. But there was no escaping the Cursed Children of Hogwarts.

Or Cupid's arrow for that matter...

I haven't loved anyone else outside my family, who were long gone. But it wasn't until I started getting closer to the girl with mystical gold eyes that I felt a different kind of love.

Something more intimate.

Intense.

Sweet.

Terrifying.

I never thought I would have a crush, given how anti-social I am. Nor did I expect said crush to return those feelings, given the way I am. But life has a funny way of proving you wrong. I never thought I would even be in a relationship. I was so against becoming attached to anyone in fear of losing them. But the more I spend time with her, the harder I found it to stay away.

To the point I gave up trying.

Everything about her was captivating. I found myself loving every part of her, even the parts of her that she struggled to love herself. From her scars down to her cute kitten like sneeze.

I love her and wanted her to know that. Even though I was more so reserved, I still would try to express my feelings towards her. Because I know that she has her moments where she holds back from me. I wanted give her the same love she gave me.

A love where it feels like she was never left alone...

A love where it feels like she's never been in pain...

A love that tells her that I'll wait for her until she's ready...

Little do you know,

I know you're hurt while I'm sound asleep...

Little do you know,

All my mistakes are slowly drowning me,

Little do you know,

I'm trying to make it better, piece by piece...

Little do you know,

I, I love you till the sun dies...

Sighing softly, I got out of bed and slipped on some pajama shorts. Glancing over to my side of the bed, I slipped on the ring Judith gave to me on Valentine's Day before heading over to the nursery.

Quietly I opened the door and frowned to see no signs of the girl. I crept inside and made my way over to the crib. I smiled at the sleeping babe.

When Dumbledore told me that Judith was pregnant with my child, I was completely speechless.

"Professor Dumbledore, what did Hagrid mean by 'I hope her son is more like me rather than Jamal?'," I asked when we were inside the Headmaster's office. Jamal had yet to say a word ever since then, possessing a far way look in his gold eyes.

'The same eyes as Judith...' I mused quietly to myself, fiddling with the ring around my finger. I missed the girl dearly. I was hurt and heartbroken when I read the girl's letter. She's all I have, she should knew that anywhere she would go, I'll follow. No questions asked.

The old wizard sighed, bringing me back from my thoughts.

"I'm sure you already have a decent guess by what Hagrid means by that, Mr. Winger. But I'll explain. Before Miss Brown and Miss Harris disappeared, Miss Harris has been feeling ill for awhile. She went to report this to Madam Pomfrey, who had her suspicions but had to run a test to be sure. The test came out to be positive... Miss Harris was pregnant..." I felt everything stop for a few moments. Judith was pregnant...

With my baby?

"WHAT?! YOU MEAN TO TELL ME THAT SHE NOT ONLY DISAPPEARED BUT SHE'S PREGNANT?!" I almost forgot Jamal was even here. Dumbledore let out another sigh.

"Yes, Mr. Harris. Your sister was indeed pregnant... with Mr. Winger's child." Sharp gold eyes glared at me, fury dancing in them.

"You were the one who deflowered my baby sister?! I outta-"

"Enough." The short command from Dumbledore force the hotheaded wizard to back down.

"I understand you're deeply worried about her, Mr. Harris but hurting the father of her child is not going to bring her back," the Headmaster advised. The young man grumbled under his breath, sparing me a side eye. I resisted the urge to roll my own. Granted, this isn't the greatest first impression I wanted to give when first meeting Judith's family but from what I can understand so far, she doesn't have the greatest relationships with them. At least with the ones who are still alive.

"How come she couldn't just stay with our mother," Jamal asked. I was rather curious about that too. Judith rarely spoke of her mother. Maybe a memory with her and her brother but not much else...

"Your mother, Jamal, disowned her." We both froze. What...?

"D-d-disown?! Our mother wouldn't-"

"She would and she did," Dumbledore stated coldly. I felt my chest ache. So Judith really did have hardly anyone left...

And part of that is my fault...

"Do you know where she is," I asked. Dumbledore sighed and shook his head.

"I... I think I do..." I swiftly turned to Jamal, eager to find her.

"It's a long shot that she'll be there," he warned. I stared him dead the eye.

"I'll take whatever chance there is." Jamal seemed pleased with this answer, saying we'll leave by sunrise before exiting the room. I turned to Dumbledore.

"Professor Dumbledore, there something I wish to talk to you about before I go..."

I pulled out of the memory thanks to my son's sneeze. I chuckled, playing with tuft of hair the resembled my own.

"Bless you, little one," I said softly. The little boy yawned before settling again. Never would I thought to have a child so soon...

But I love the boy just like I love his mother. Sparing one last glance at the sleeping babe, I left his room. If she's not in Bakari's room, then she must be in the patio out back...

With that destination in mind, I made my way start to the sliding door that led to the backyard of Judith's grandmother's old home. Sure enough, I saw her form leaning against the gate lead out into the backyard. Stepping outside, I came up behind her. I didn't hesitate to wrap my arms around the young woman, pulling her against me. I nuzzled her hair, taking in the sweet scent. Judith wriggled in my arms.

"Talbott-"

"Judith, please. Stop running from me," I whispered, tightening my hold on the young woman. I pulled her with me to the small couch that was there. I sat down, pulling her into my lap. Brushing her hair to the side, I nuzzled the soft skin of her neck while squeezing her close.

Whenever I do get the chance to hold or touch her, I couldn't help to notice her post pregnancy body. Her hips did grew a few inches and she gained more weight in the lower half of her body and in her stomach. I find that my hands tend to gravitate to those areas more, enjoying the softness of her skin and curves. The biggest give away would be the stretch marks on her belly...

"Talbott, must you really touch me there," she whined, swatting my hands again from her stomach. Part of me wanted to pout. I was deprived of her love and affection for months since she disappeared. I was robbed of one of my greatest comforts in this cold world. I'm tired of being denied.

"What's wrong with me touching you? You never complained before," I challenged with a glare. She returned it but her blush ruined any chances of her looking intimidating.

"Well I do now. Not when I look like this..." I frowned.

"Like you were pregnant?" Her blush grew worse as I leaned in and started kissing her cheek.

"Like you were pregnant with my child?" I purred in her ear. I'm not above admitting that I had a possessive streak when it came to her. She is a very lovely woman, any man would be lucky to have her and gain her affections. I was jealous of Andre at first, seeing how much time they spend together and how they went to the Celestial Ball when I chose not to go. Andre liked her more as a friend and part of me thought she saw him the same way. Hearing her admit that she never saw him that way and she only had eyes for me eased that jealousy.

She owned my heart, and always will. She was mine just as much I was hers. Knowing that she carried and delivered my child, watching her take care of him stroked the possessive side of me. She was the perfect mother for our son...

"Talbott..." the soft gasp interrupted my train of the thought. I seem to move without thinking as I found myself kissing on her neck. I pulled away to look at her. Her sweet face was flushed, her gold eyes reflecting her hesitation and uncertainty. I sighed, reigning my desire for the young woman in my lap.

"Judith... we really need to talk... I miss you so much, little bird," I whispered against her neck. I felt her breath hitch in her throat.

"You..." she trailed off. I pulled away, just enough to look into her gold eyes.

"Judith, I know you feel guilty about everything that led us to this point. But please listen and understand that I feel the same way. I ended up getting you pregnant with Bakari, which led to your own mother disowning you. When you already barely had anyone to lean on. I should've noticed something sooner, so you wouldn't have to suffer alone. Where you didn't have to feel like you were alone. I love you and want to be with you... always," I said. Tears brimmed in those pretty eyes of hers.

I'll wait, just wait,

I love you like I've never felt the pain, just wait...

I love you like I've never been afraid, just wait,

Our love we see right here stays, so lay your head on me...

"Oh Talbott... I'm so sorry," she whimpered. I hugged her tight, tucking her head underneath my chin. I quietly shushed her as she cried, running one of my hands through her long strands.

"I never wanted you to believe that this was your fault. I didn't want to trouble you further. Even when you got here. Parenthood isn't easy as I come to learn and I didn't want to burden you with a child. I love you too much to do that to you. So when you came and said you were staying, I hated myself. I felt like I made you walk away from a potential future that'll bring some good in the world. Like you had to come and be with me because of Bakari. I was scared... hell I'm still am. That'll you'll one day wake up and realize being with me is a massive mistake," Judith whispered. I felt my chest tighten as she aired out her grievances. I've learned that she doesn't like speaking about her feelings or emotions, why I can never stay mad at her when she snaps at me. I'll be frustrated, yes, but I can never stay mad.

"Darling, look at me..." I felt her flinch, but she came out of her little hiding spot. I noticed the little tear streaks on her cheeks.

"I could never look at our relationship as a mistake. Ever since I lost my parents, I thought I'll never experience another good thing in life again. I thought that for a long time...until I met you. You gave me one of the biggest blessings I've ever had in my life. Someone to love. Someone to trust. Someone to rely on. Someone to look out for and take care of. You gave me you. Everything about you is beautiful to me. And I love you despite everything that you've been through. I would never want to leave you. Anywhere you go, I would follow. We don't have to be alone anymore. Please let me back into your heart, little bird. I miss you... I miss us. You can depend on me," I pleaded with her. I wanted her to hear me, really hear me. Her eyes were still misty with tears but a small smile tugged on her lips.

"Oh Talbott... I miss us too. And... thank you... for being patient with me. I know I didn't make it easy for you... I love you," she whispered, our eyes locking. I smiled.

"I love you too, darling," I said, pecking her lips. I felt her purse her lips against my own before I pulled away. She pouted and wrapped her arms around my neck.

"Talbott..." I shivered at the sound of her voice. Low with a husky edge. I squeezed her closer, leaning in again. Our lips met for another kiss and I was pleased when the young woman kissed me back. The kiss was slow but spoke of an underlying desire for each other. I felt one of her hands tangle in my hair, it's twin slipping under my white tank top. I groaned against her soft mouth. My arms snaked around her waist, pulling her flush against me. She let out a soft hum at my unspoken need to have her as close as possible. The kiss ended with a soft smack.

Her gold eyes held a seductive spark, threatening to set me ablaze from the inside out. Without another word, I picked up her bridal style and heading back inside. Reaching the bedroom, I carefully laid her down against the mattress. My hands found the curve of her hips while my lips reacquainted themselves with the sensitive skin of her neck.

"You sure you want to do this," I mumbled against her neck. Judith's body shivered as my cool breath ghosted over her warm skin.

"I'm positive, Talbott... please, make love to me..." was her soft plea. I pulled away from her neck to look into that angelic face.

"I'm right here, darling. I'll give you what you need," I said softly before capturing those sweet lips in another kiss. Judith's arms wrapped around my neck as she leaned back, pulling me on top her soft body. Her thighs cradling my hips, pulling me even closer. I shuddered when I felt her bite my lower lip, tugging on the flesh teasingly.

Fuck.

My impatient hands found the sash of her robe, undoing the knot and slipping the silk material from her body. I broke the kiss, my eyes drank in the sight of her. Every dip, every curve, every scar, every mark.

Beautiful. Every bloody inch of her. Just beautiful.

And all mine.

I took my time making good on those two claims.

I took my time to worship her. Caressing her soft skin, leaving loving kisses in places she felt the most insecure, whispering soft words of adoration and praise into her skin, tracing every mark with loving attention...

But that didn't mean I held back my desire. Sucking love bites into delicate skin of her neck, lower stomach and inner thighs, taking my time in removing what's left of her underwear, teasing her sweet spots and listening to her needy little moans for more, and my favorite: making her fall apart under my teasing mouth and tongue. Judith was a woman who prefers to keep herself and emotions in check. Watching with red hooded eyes as she wriggles and squirms against the sheets, biting her kiss swollen lip to keep her from vocalizing her evident pleasure, and finally locking eyes with me as she rocks her hips against my lips before coming undone.

Her sweet cry of my name is one of most beautiful sounds I've ever heard. I left a lingering kiss on the little gem in between her legs before pulling myself up to kiss her. Despite her slightly spent state, she tugged down my pajama pants and boxers in one go. I chuckled at her eagerness.

That didn't last long when she set out to give me the same treatment. I felt my sanity slip inch by inch with every sensation on my body. Especially when I felt her lips wrap around me. Soft grunts and moans escaped my throat as she worked me just right. I had to push her off me, not wanting to finish so soon.

She understood and allowed me to lay her back, settling in between her thighs. She whimpered as I gently pushed in. Leaving kisses on her face, I continued until I bottomed out. Gods, nothing can compare to being connected with her on this intimate level...

After a few moments, she nodded her okay for me to continue. Rocking my hips against her, I slowly moved in and out. Her mouth fell open, letting out soft gasps and little moans. Her voice was hush, as if she was whispering a prayer.

Softly she urged me to give her more, squeezing my hips with her thighs. I groaned against her shoulder and rocked harder against her, still keeping the tempo slow. She moaned her approval, moving against me. I bit my lip, eyes rolling at the feeling of her squeezing around me.

Seconds later, I found myself on my back. Judith stared down me with heated eyes as she rolled her hips in circle. I cursed beneath my breath, setting my hands on her hips to encourage her to do it again. And she didn't disappoint.

The room was filled with sounds of our moans, quiet confessions of love and the creaking of her bed. I felt a pressure slowly begin to begin more and more as she rode me.

I tried to pull her off, warning her that I was close. But Judith grabbed my hands and pinned them to the sides of my head. She lowered herself until our faces were inches apart. Her gold eyes bright with desire and love. She lowered her mouth close to my ear, whispering to fill her and mark her as mine. Pleading in my ear, begging me to let go with her. She drew a shape I couldn't remember and I lost it. With her name on my lips in a heated gasp, I gripped her hands tightly as I grind up against her. Judith moaned my name in delight, pulling me into a sweet kiss.

Coming down from our high, the young woman crawled off me to snuggle against my chest. I ran a hand up and down her back as she rested her head over my heart.

"I love you, Talbott," she whispered in the dark. I let out a chuckle.

"I love you too, Judith," I said back. I pulled her back up so I look at her face, admiring her lovely features.

"Talbott, as much as I love having you here with me, I still want you to finish your education and live out your dream," she told me with a serious expression. I frowned.

"I'm not leaving you, little bird," I grounded out, squeezing her close.

"But-" I pressed a kiss on her lips, silencing her.

"I refuse to be without you again, Judith. I'd be damned..." Judith gazed up at me with a flushed face before sighing.

"I'm not gonna like this... but I'm willing to compromise," she offered. I rose a brow at her, waiting for her to continue.

"If you agree to go back to Hogwarts, I'll come back to Britain with you. But I'm not going back to the castle," she proposed. I thought about this for a few moments. It's been a few months but I'm sure I'll be able to catch up with everyone else and still graduate on time. And Judith will be with me...

"If we go back, I'll be keeping you up to date with your studies. Just because you're not in Hogwarts, doesn't mean you can't get a form of an education," I inserted. The girl groaned.

"Ughh, fine," she relented. I chuckled and kissed her forehead.

"We can work out more details in the morning, darling," I said as she let out a little yawn.

"Mmm... alright. Goodnight, Talbott. Thank you and I love you," she mumbled.

"I'll follow you to the ends of the Earth, little bird. Goodnight, and I love you too..."

#hogwarts mystery #hogwarts mc #hogwarts mystery talbott #talbott winger #talbott x jacob's sibling #talbott x mc #judith harris

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lavendertwilight89 · 4 years

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Head Full of Lies

Here it is!!!! Finally! Happy birthday @dangerouspompadour!!!!!

First part of the series is here: Evergreen

Head Full of Lies posted here!

NSFW--smut!!!!

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“Ugh---damnit,” she groaned softly after being thrown to the ground by the wind. “Inuyasha!”

Jumping out from behind the trees, Inuyasha landed at her side, his demonic features showing brightly. He whined just loud enough for her to hear, but their enemy couldn’t.

“I’m alright, probably just got a wicked bruise or two,” she said as she grimaced when she tried to sit up all the way. He helped her up and brushed the hair from her face. Nuzzling her cheek quickly, he jumped back into action.

How did she end up here? Fighting demons and creatures of the night? Well… it started last year when she went down to the basement of the museum she worked at to help map out the exhibit she was helping put together and study for school.

It was there she awoke Inuyasha. She offered him a place to stay and for weeks he gave her the cold shoulder--then something wonderful happened. OR terrible. It was a little bit of both honestly.

They met the demon that caused Inuyasha to be sealed in the tomb: Naraku. He was the one who made Inuyasha and his former Chosen become enemies--well not enemies but he broke up their team.

But, in their meeting with the demon, Inuyasha was able to get some closure from Kikyo when she possessed her body. Yea--long story. But, after Kagome reemerged, Inuyasha admitted his feelings for her. So, while they met the crazy asshole who was responsible for the deceit between Inuyasha and Kikyo and Inuyasha’s imprisonment, they were able to clear up the confusion between them.

The mate draw.

Kagome was actually Inuyasha’s real mate--his actual Chosen in demonic terms. Something they both felt fairly closely after meeting. They had taken things slowly, not wanting to rush each other. She still slightly felt inferior to Kikyo but Inuyasha consistently assured her Kikyo never held a candle to how much he cared about her.

They managed to obtain documents to prove Inuyasha’s existence with Totosai’s help. While Kagome was at work and school, Myouga helped him with his own schooling so he could get a job and blend into society.

It was something Inuyasha really wanted and Kagome supported fully; she wanted him to feel like he belonged. That he wasn't thrust into this era by force and that they were equals.

“Shit,” she cussed under her breath as her thoughts abruptly returned to the present and rolled out of the way of the stupid wind blades. Kagura’s signature move. Did this woman ever give up??

Kagome grabbed her bow and focused to try and find Kagura. She noticed she was just up ahead from the swirl of youki. She pulled back on the string and her reiki arrow appeared as she released it towards the wind sorceress. The crash echoed in the forest but what sucked was the silence that followed. Where was Inuyasha? Was he still battling Naraku??

Stepping forward as quietly as she could, she peered into the trees to see if her arrow had struck. As she turned her head she was wrapped up in strong muscular arms and launched into the sky. They landed in a tree and she was able to see where she originally was; she would have been impaled by one of Naraku’s sick tentacles. Barf.

"Inuyasha," she gasped, still letting her mind catch up to where her body had been dragged. "Where's--"

She was caught off guard by laughter from Naraku. This was the first time they had ever actually seen his true form. While they had seen his humanoid form plenty, his arachnid body was always just out of reach. They caught a break when hunting him and finally were face to face with the real demon himself.

"You think you'll leave here with your Chosen intact, Inuyasha?? We both know you'll fail just as you did with our beloved Kikyo."

Kagome felt Inuyasha’s aura grow with anger and rage. He pulled her closer and snarled. She wasn't sure if it was the blow that Kikyo died without Inuyasha’s protection or that Naraku was insinuating she wouldn't make it out alive.

She placed a calming hand on his chest just above his heart. Looking to where the tentacle retracted she shimmied her way out of Inuyasha’s tight grasp and grabbed her bow and drew back on the string until it was taught. Releasing her held breath, she let go and her reiki flowed out towards Naraku.

Totosai had found Kagome an unlikely teacher to help her learn how to control her dormant spiritual powers: Miroku. Her best friend's husband. Boy, was that a long discussion. It turned out Sango’s family had ties with the royals Inuyasha and Kikyo had served.

Miroku's work was to recover an ancient artifact a demon had taken from the palace. It was humorous how small the world was… Once they recovered it they returned to Japan but had to keep it a secret until after they were able to recover the next item missing; that item was Inuyasha’s tomb. Once it was opened they had to wait until Naraku revealed himself in order to be reunited and begin training. After weeks of meditation and working on controlling her powers, she was ready to go. Ready to confront the man who destroyed her mate's life--though he said honestly he unwittingly only made it better.

Inuyasha only desired revenge for Kikyo. Without Naraku, he wouldn’t have met Kagome. He hadn't liked how they ended up meeting, but he was thankful nonetheless.

There was a loud crash and an eerie silence that followed. Inuyasha gathered her up and leapt to the ground. Placing himself in front of her he sniffed around but came across nothing--or least that was all she could assume. She stepped around him and saw the item Naraku had tried to take from the museum in Kyoto--the Shikon no Tama. Picking it up, it glowed a bright light pink color. She placed it in the pack and then turned back to Inuyasha smiling.

“Looks like we won that round… do you think he’s--”

“I don’t doubt it. He’s powerful. I unfortunately doubt that arrow did him in fully,” he growled as his demonic features vanished.

“Let’s just count our blessings and head home,” she said walking towards him.

“Home is kinda far, Kagome.”

Oh. Yeah. They were in Kyoto. Damn. “Let’s find an inn then. We’ll catch the train back in the morning. How far are we out from the city?”

“Not too far if I carry ya.”

“Deal--I’m beat anyway,” she commented as she stepped around him to climb onto his back. He stopped her though and held her close. She sighed her approval and allowed herself to accept the warm embrace from her mate.

He had been a little distant but no less gentle. They'd share dinner, conversation, but nothing more… intimate. They had kissed a couple times since their confession last year; but Inuyasha remained steadfast in wanting to take things slow since mating was a very large commitment. Lifetime. His lifespan. While she tried to assure him she was sure that this was what she wanted, he still hadn’t faltered. But she was positive. Ready. Horny. Needy. Desperate. Ok she didn't mention the last three, but she wasn't shy about making sure he knew she wanted more.

She had invited him to join her in bed; why sleep on the couch when they were basically engaged? But he didn’t see it like that. He saw himself trying to court her even though she told him he already had her.

But court her he did; she often came home to dinner prepared, a hot bath made, flowers on the kitchen table, cleaning all done… it was heaven. She tried to tell him he had done more than enough--but apparently he still felt he needed to do more.

Between his studies with Myouga, training with Totosai and Sango, and courting her she just assumed he was tired. Drained. He just needed time to unwind from all the stress he had. She could respect that--but she also felt like he was just holding back.

Her own studies were weighing her down and between that and hunting artifacts Naraku was trying to gather, she shouldn’t have been so… pushy. Or demanding of his attentions. He never made her feel unloved; it was just that she felt almost undesired. As a woman. She had vaguely seen how Kikyo looked--was it possible she wasn’t beautiful enough?

Either way, they were going to have to actually share a room tonight. Tonight, she was actually going to make her move… It would be clever. Innocent. But deceptive. And hopefully, it would be enough to finally get the half-demon where she wanted him…

Inuyasha held his mate closely listening to her calming heartbeat. He was livid the bastard had gotten so close to what was his. Kagome was more precious than any stupid artifact or item Naraku was searching for. He honestly didn’t understand it all anyway--he was just a Guardian. The Chosens were the ones who were educated in the pieces of history.

Sango had been training with him--not only in martial arts, but in testing his knowledge about the past. He didn’t give a fuck--he just wanted to be ready to fight the asshole who apparently had been the cause of his and Kikyo’s misunderstanding. Myouga handled all the education of the current time in teaching him how to actually blend in.

Using some shit called the fuyoheki so his aura will be invisible and he’ll appear human to others--yea, he guessed that was functional and important.

But his main concern always fell to Kagome. He knew she understood the basics of mating--hell--he knew how badly she wanted him. But he was nervous. This era was different and he just--he didn’t feel ready. Which was stupid since he was basically ancient anyway. But still, he felt as a mate, he wasn’t a good provider. Even though all she did was protest that as well.

She pointed out he did everything in his power to make her evenings and mornings easier before she went to work and when she would return. He was also working hard to fit into society, again, something she pointed out he didn’t have to feel forced to do.

But therein lied the problem again; he wasn’t ready. Or he felt like he wasn’t. He was scared his other half would take her and rut her. She deserved to be loved, cherished, and worshipped. He tried to pull back a little. He still kissed her forehead goodnight, would often sneak into her room long after she had fallen asleep and just watch her. Frequently he found himself cuddling with her and then would forcibly pull himself away so she didn’t know.

He was nervous about staying at an inn. There’d be only one room. One bed. Fuck. How was he gonna control himself? He knew he wasn’t going to be able to…

Before she was able to climb onto his back, he pulled her into a tight hold as he silently begged for her forgiveness. He finally relinquished his hold and knelt down. She mounted immediately and stroked one of his ears lovingly before pecking him on the cheek. Fuck. Why was she so amazing?

He took off in a steady run until they got through the trees into the busier streets. He reactivated the charm Myouga gave him and let Kagome slide off his back. She took his hand and led him to the first inn they came across. Pulling out her wallet, she paid the attendant for the room and then walked with Inuyasha where the keeper directed them.

The keeper bowed and left them to their musing after informing them when dinner would be served and where to find the bathing room. Kagome told him that he should go first and she would get the room set up.

Nodding, he made his way to the bath. He wasn’t really sure what she was setting up for--or why it would take her an extraordinary amount of time to lay out the futon. But whatever. Maybe she had more planned.

He undressed, removing his slacks and then his shirt. Once he was bare, he dropped into the heated pool. He groaned as he closed his eyes feeling his tight muscles release a lot of their pent up tension. The door opening made his eyes shoot right back open.

“Uh, occupied?” he called out snarkily. He heard the door lock but he couldn’t see past the partition but the steam was affecting his sense of smell.

“Hello?” he shouted hoping to get an answer of what pervert was trying to peep. What he hadn’t expected to see was Kagome’s sheepish face appear out from behind the screen. “Kagome??”

“C-Can I join you? The other one is full…”

“U-uhm--I mean--I can get out--”

“No!! I mean, I don’t--uhm--I don’t want to make you leave--ugh! This was stupid! I’m so sorry!” She blushed madly as she exclaimed, turning around back towards the door.

“Fuck--wait!” He was already out of the bath and pulling on her arm to stop before he could think better of it. “I’m sorry, Kagome. If you’re actually okay with this, then who am I to say no?”

“If you’re sure--I mean--” she turned around and faced him and that when he realized he was totally naked. And she could see him. Everything. E.V.E.R.Y.T.H.I.N.G.

She rose her hand up to her mouth and bit her nail. Oh so seductively as she stared straight at his cock. That was twitching and rising rapidly from her intense gaze. He watched her eyes glaze over with lust, her breath quicken just enough to where he could notice with his ears, her lips moisten as she nibbled on that fucking finger, her nips tighten under her bathing yukata, and oh shitttttttttttttt. Her scent. Her fucking arousal was spicy. Ugh, it was so… naked because she wasn’t wearing anything underneath her robe.

Before he became aware he had pulled her close to him and his lips were pressed against her own and she was moaning. SIGHING PLEASURABLY INTO HIM. He was a stronger demon. He had a lot of self control. A lot. But at that very moment, it was flying out the damn window as he picked her up by her thighs and walked her over to sit her to perch on the tub.

“Fuck,” he groaned nibbling down her neck as she gasped. Her fingers wove into his hair as she pressed him into her.

“Inuyasha,” she moaned, grinding her hips against his hardened groin.

“Kag--shit--wait--” he breathed trying to space between them. He deserved some fucking medal of honor. Shit. She was so fucking beautiful. Incredibly sexy and--he clearly was out of his mind trying to stop this fucking train from leaving the station. Figuratively. “A-are you sure? Because fuck-- I don’t know if I can stop again.”

“Gods Inuyasha, I have wanted you so bad it hurts. Please--I--I can try to be sexier. I can exercise more to lean out. I can watch what I eat--Uhm--”

“What??? What are you talking about??”

“I get you're not as attracted to me as I am you--I think--I don’t know honestly. You’ve just been so distant and--”

“Oh for fucks sake, Kagome!!! Are you fucking stupid?!? Are you comparing yourself to Kikyo again?!? God damnit! What do I have to say to make you stop doing that!!!?

“Kagome I love you! You! Not Kikyo, you! Did I think Kikyo was beautiful? Yes! You would literally have to be blind to not fucking see that! But trust me when I say this--she is nothing compared to you. Nothing. You are everything Kagome! Are you crazy??! I’m so fucking attracted to you, it’s fucking torture to not touch you. I just--I was trying to train hard with Sango, Myouga, and even Totosai to control my demon half. You deserve the world--to feel special and loved and I just worry--”

“--About your demon half… Inuyasha, your demon half is a part of you. Why are you scared of it? Why do you think I’d reject it--reject you?” she asked, looking deeply into his golden eyes, caressing his cheeks lovingly. He melted into her hands like goo. His ear lowered as his head tipped slightly in submission.

“It’s not that--damnit--Kagome, I just--I don’t think you’ll reject me. I guess I’m scared of myself. I didn’t mean to make you think I was rejecting you. Please for the love of all of the Kamis out there do not alter your body. I’ll beg like the dog I am for you to stay as gorgeous as you are,” he said dipping his head back to capture her lips.

“Mmmmmm,” she sighed, moving her hands to massage his ears. “Show me,” she added breathily.

He growled and continued the hot trail of kisses down her neck once more and laved her neck making her breath hitch. His hands made it to her obi and before she gave permission, it was untied and floating in the bathing water.

Fuck. If his mate was not the most beautiful entrancing being on this planet. The Gods were definitely smiling on him. He took no pause after he had divested her of her clothing and latched onto her breast. The cry she made was fucking music to his ears and cock.

His tongue swirled around her nipple and then he lightly nipped. Her pants and pawing hands kept him going. His inner demon was purring, obviously happy to take the back seat and allow him full control.

He switched breasts and dropped a hand to slide between her glistening wet folds. Shit. She was drenched. Her pulsing movements to grind against his hand almost did him in.

As an elected Guardian he didn't have 'experience'. Not that his instincts didn't guide him and to his advantage, she was very vocal as he was a very fast learner.

It also helped when she sighed out her words such as 'right there' and begged 'oh please.

There was a little nub she particularly swooned over when he grazed it. He focused his fingers there as he kissed down her body.

Either she didn't notice or desired his face down at her core, she didn’t put up resistance as he licked a teasing pressure around her center. She swayed as she was losing herself but he luckily could keep her upright with just one hand as the other delicately made its way to thrust inside of her.

“Gods!!! Inuyasha,”she moaned.

“You like that, Kagome?” he said hoping it would come out haughtily rather than nervous like he felt.

“Yes, please--”

He wasn’t quite sure what she was begging for--but he swore she would get it. He found the enlarged pearl again with his mouth and used his tongue to circle it. His fangs grazed it which seemed to drive her the most frantic; her hands were pressed hard against his head, as if she wanted him to go even deeper. By Gods, he was going to.

Honestly he felt kind of foolish in the heat of the moment, bringing the sweet feisty young woman to her peak. She honestly didn’t care he was a half-demon let alone that his demon half might emerge mid fuck. If anything she encouraged him to be himself. Encouraged him to allow his instincts to press him forward.

Shit. Why hadn’t they done this sooner?

He dipped his tongue into her opening and groaned at the taste of her sweet nectar. His dick was as hard as a rock and more or less foaming at the mouth. Literally actually. The precum was oozing out just from tasting her. Thank Gods they were at an inn. They were gonna fuck until the sun came up and then sleep on the damn train back home.

Continuing on his mission, his head as close as possible as his tongue delved deeper into her and she screamed, cried, moaned, struggled to catch her breath---fucking hell. It’d be only right to put her out of her misery of being so far off the ledge right?

He pinched her clit and that was when he almost came. Almost. Literally he had to almost remove himself as he felt her walls clamp down on his tongue as he slowly withdrew and her juices flowed into his mouth. Jesus Christ. Or whatever those Catholic’s say about their God’s son.

She seemed weightless as he kissed back up her body and pulled her into his arms kissing her soundly on her lips making her taste herself. Her hum in approval only slightly killed him. The thighs wrapping around his waist and her wet core right at his tip did.

“Damn--Kagome--”

“Should we keep going here?” she panted.

He looked back to the door waiting to see if he could smell anyone but the scents were now not only indiscernible by the steam, but the hot spicy cinnamon scent rolling off Kagome.

“We should probably go back to the room; I can’t smell worth shit.”

“I did lock the door; I just meant would this be easier on a bed rather than the surface of the tub.”

“Oh--uh--u-up to you,” he blushed.

“Why don’t we… bathe? First?” she offered as she bit that kiss-swollen lip.

“Sure,” he groaned out unsure if she realized how fucking hard he actually was and how bad it was gonna hurt not taken care of. But whatever. This was his mate. He would make sure she was settled, ready, and not pushed. Fuck his comfort. He’d tough it out. Wouldn’t be the first time in his life he couldn’t act on such pleasures.

What he hadn't expected when he sank into the water next to his mate was that she would straddle him. He was sure his eyes had popped out of his head as she descended on him and set forth to pay him back for the pleasures he had given her.

Kagome had been nervous when she entered the bathing room; but her anxieties were definitely put to rest after the amazing orgasm he had given her with his tongue. She had heard about it--a couple times from friends. Some thought it was icky, some thought it was weird; but to her, it was absolutely mind altering. The fact a dog-demon wanted to taste her only sent shivers of excitement down her spine.

She figured the water might help her be able to repay him for the gift he had given her. She could tell he was uncomfortable but didn’t want him to feel awkward walking back to their room sporting such an erection.

Straddling him, she claimed his lips with her own and rubbed her nub against his tip. The fact she could make him this weak, this powerless under her was all the confidence she needed. She lined herself up to devour him in her opening when he paused her movements as his hands took hold of her hips.

“Are--Are you sure?”

“I’ve never been so sure of anything Inuyasha,” she said as she gazed into his golden eyes. She leaned in and kissed him gently, lovingly, coaxingly. It seemed to disarm him as his grip loosened and she thrusted downward to take him all in.

The water jarred from her movement and splashed over the rim. Her head sunk into his shoulder as she tried to control the ripping searing burning from where they were locked together. His rumble and soft ministrations of his claws running up and down her sweat mixed with water covered back.

“Let me know when you’re ready, Kagome,” he purred, nuzzling her cheek.

“Mmmk,” she whined. Maybe water wasn’t the best idea. It seemed to dry her out more than anything; it was a contradiction. But they were there. Intertwined and joined. She couldn’t say she would beg him to do it again immediately if the first time didn’t get better.

“Are you okay?”

“Y-yes, just stings,” she cringed as she tried to pull up as she cursed her idea. What she hadn’t expected was Inuyasha to rise out of the water and dislodge them. She shuddered at the loss of him and then locked eyes with his.

“Come on--let’s try this somewhere more comfortable.”

Smiling softly and slightly embarrassed at her brashness she nodded. She was thankful she had such a sweet guy. She’d heard horror stories where most of her friends' husbands just took and didn’t care about their pleasures.

He toweled her off and redressed her in his shirt as he put on his yukata that was hanging on the partition. Scooping her up suddenly, he unlocked the door and peeked out the room then proceeded to dash down the hall to their room. Her giggled bounced around the walls until she was breathless in their room where he resumed their kissing.

His tongue brushed against her own and she backpedaled to the screen for balance. She was officially drunk off of him. He hoisted her up and she wrapped her legs around his hips. She felt they were moving and then she was placed onto a soft comfy surface--the futon. Suddenly she grew nervous again but as the dog demon he was, he must’ve smelt it as his rumble in his chest resounded--calming her anxieties.

“It might feel better if we try it like this, Kagome,” he said softly.

Nodding she let him lift up his shirt from over her head and then she untied his yukata. He lined himself up at her entrance and rentered. He was definitely right; it didn’t hurt. It felt amazing.

She couldn’t control the sounds emerging from her kiss-swollen lips even if she wanted to. He paused briefly until she rotated her hips and pushed against him to feel him deep inside of her again. The groan he made was worth it.

“Better?” he moaned cockily with that beautiful golden-eyed smirk.

“Gods yes--now please--” she didn’t get to finish her though as she found her mouth engulfed with his tongue and his hips pounding into her. She was wet now with need, want, and desire, not with bathing water.

She tried to match his pace by raising her hips, circled her hips to hit new angles, and scratched up and down his back trying to bring him as close as possible. A particularly hard thrust caught her breath and attention. She forced her eyes open and was met with the crimson she had begun to get to know during battle.

“Hey there,” she said, stroking his cheek.

“It’s still me--kinda--it’s weird,” he growled, kissing the palm on her hand.

“I’m glad you two are, ugh, Gods, sharing,” she moaned, writhing beneath him as his speed increased.

His growl vibrated through her body as he fed into her aching core for more. She felt the tightening of her coil like the first time when he had laved her center. So close, she heard herself begging--probably not as coherently as she thought she was in her head, but it seemed like he got the picture as he dipped his head to lick across her collarbone and a hand snaked between them and began pinching her clit.

And that was all she needed before she felt the snap of her release. Crying out, she felt her walls grabbing him, pulling him in further, if that was even possible. Her juices soaked him and the bed beneath them as she tried to catch her fleeting breath.

“Kagome,” he growled.

“Inuyasha,” she whispered.

“I’m gonna--”

“Do it,” she encouraged.

As he slammed into her one final time, she felt his member pulsate inside her, filling her with his warm milk. She also felt the sharp sensation of his bite on her shoulder making her cry out again as she felt a spontaneous third orgasm make its way to her center.

They slowly ground into each other until they were both still, but still linked together. His beautiful now-amber eyes gazed into hers and all she could think about was forever as they shared a loving kiss together.

#inuyasha fanfiction #inuyasha x kagome #inukag #inu x kag #evergreen universe #smut smut smut

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purplecatghostposts · 4 years

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Jumbled AU Character Information Time!

What’s the Jumbled AU? Another Roleswap except it’s less swap between two characters and more... Jumbled! Created for fun of course!

I ended up tweaking it all up a bit and I’m pretty happy with it now!

Meet The Crew:

FORZEN-

“No, I’m right there with you. Black Mesa is the worst.”

- Takes Gordon’s role as Team Leader

- Graduated from MIT and was recently hired by Black Mesa. He’s been there less than a year and he’s already regretting it.

- Gets stuck in a HEV Suit and would very much like out of it, thank you very much.

- Originally wanted time be a streamer but his mother talked him into going into Science like everyone else in the family did. Forzen and his family have a rocky relationship and this is one of the reasons why.

- Hates his job and is miserable but he does it anyways because he’s good at it and it makes him money.

- A lot smarter than he looks or acts.

- Very protective over his team and is quite the shot. Prides himself a little on his good aim.

- Carries around a ‘Lucky Bayblade’ wherever he goes. Insists it’s kept him safe as a kid and as long as he has it, he will make it through alright.

- Is a single father as his partner left as soon as the kid was born. Forzen is determined to be a good father because of this. His kid’s full name is Scythe Kronos (Yes, that’s all their first name) but Forzen also calls them Scye for short. Forzen will do anything to make it back to his kid. He doesn’t want them to end up orphaned.

- Loses his right eye in the betrayal. Without his depth perception, his aim is worse than ever and he struggles to protect his team.

- Gets a robotic eye from the Cybernetics Department later that gives him better aim than before.

TOMMY-

“Get- get out of my way or I’ll make you.”

- Takes the place of Benrey as inhuman antagonist.

- Is a Shapeshifting alien who takes the shape of a human to blend in for his mission. Has a lot of power but never got to properly learn how to use it as he was separated from his father when he was young.

- Sunkist is his alien pet who takes the shape of a golden retriever to do the same. She fights alongside him.

- Initially takes on Earthly Interests such as Beyblades, soda, and certain TV shows as a way to blend in but actually starts to like them.

- Takes on a job at Black Mesa as a security guard so that he can search for his dad. Doesn’t actually find him until the Resonance Cascade.

- Tampers with the experiment and causes the Resonance Cascade in order to lower Black Mesa’s defenses so he and his dad can make their escape.

- Makes a deal with the military that if he sells Forzen out, they’ll leave everyone else alone. However, the military double crosses Tommy once they realize that his dad is a valuable experiment to Black Mesa. Tommy is not happy about this.

- Eventually comes to the conclusion that his dad will never be safe as long as Black Mesa is around. Goes to Xen with the others, keeps his cover the entire time, and once they reach Xen’s power source, Tommy takes it for himself and tries to destroy Black Mesa and everyone in it.

- It’s all for family. Step aside or you’ll just get hurt.

GORDON-

“There’s absolutely no way that’s up to code... You guys seeing this?”

- Takes the place of Tommy as Main Support.

- Has worked for Black Mesa for a while now but isn’t entirely fond of it. He’s aware it’s morally gray at best (And that’s sugar coating it) but he can’t quit because he’s bound by contract to stay there for a certain amount of years. At least it pays well, right?

- Lost his arm in a lab accident a few years ago. Luckily, cybernetics fitted him with a robotic prosthetic. The one who made him the arm also outfitted him with a gun-arm he can put on. Gordon didn’t understand why he would need it but after the Resonance Cascade happened, he’s glad he has it.

- One hell of a shot, especially when he’s freaking out a bit (“Gordon going ham!” @ himself).

- Has been a bit obsessed with safety regulations since he lost his arm (But honestly who wouldn’t be?) and is constantly baffled by Black Mesa’s OSHA Violations.

- Has a son back home, Joshua, who he would very much like to make it back to. Forzen and Gordon swap telling stories about their kids sometimes.

- Helps Forzen out after he’s lost his eye and tells him that he can get help from Cybernetics given Gordon knows a guy from the department.

- Is pretty good friends with Tommy and while he does try to stop him from destroying Black Mesa- he hates the place too but there’s a lot of scientists there who are bound by contract just like he is- Tommy spares him from his attacks.

- Seems to be fairly good friends with the mysterious being who keeps popping up, Bubby. Apparently Gordon has helped hide him away more than a few times when he gets stuck so he owes him.

DARNOLD-

“Uh oh... That might be one of my evil clones...”

- Takes the role of Dr. Coomer as the enhanced scientist with clones.

- Has biological enhancements such as built in rocket boots and extendo arms but they were all given to him when Darnold tested his own potions. He mostly uses these to get the group out of trouble.

- In the same situation as Gordon when it comes to being bound by contract. Neither are very thrilled about it but at least Darnold has been in Black Mesa long enough that he can influence change.

- Head of the Mixology Department but took interest in Xen for a while and oversaw the experiment that caused the Resonance Cascade.

- Signed onto the cloning experiment and now has a lot of clones that help around Black Mesa. Darnold is pretty friendly with them and tries to help some escape when the Resonance Cascade. Unfortunately a lot of them die, which gets to Darnold.

- A few clones drank his Evil Powerade and went rogue a while ago. Fortunately, they’re version of ‘Evil’ is essentially a cartoon mad scientist/supervillain. Unfortunately, they’re still a bit of a nuisance and the gang has to look out for tripwire traps and a few of their minions.

- Carries around a lot of potions to help. Has a strength potion that is particularly helpful in a pinch. Also has a special Forbidden Potion that he uses in the final battle.

- One of the few people that treated G-Man like a person rather than an experiment and thus, has his favor.

- Introduces Tommy to Earthly things and customs. Doesn’t piece it together that he’s an alien until later.

- Tried to help in the betrayal but Tommy held him back, saying it was for the best. Runs as soon as he realizes he’s in danger and hides away from the rest of the team. Actively avoids Forzen and Gordon for a while out of stress but eventually has to step in when one of his Evil Clones captures them.

G-MAN-

“Oh believe me, I am just as... Eager to get out of Black Mesa as the rest of you.”

- Takes the role of Bubby as Black Mesa’s favorite experiment

- If Bubby is like Shadow the Hedgehog, then G-Man is like Mewtwo.

- Is an alien that has been alive much longer than Black Mesa itself. A powerful one at that.

- Black Mesa started hunting him down as soon as they learned of his existence. G-Man had just created Tommy not too long ago and was weak when they came. Managed to protect Tommy but was captured as a result and imprisioned in Black Mesa.

- Nicknamed Project Goodman as Black Mesa wished to one day use his powers for their own benefit. The nickname ‘G-Man’ came later and stuck.

- Has a lot of powers relating to the mind (I.E. Levitation, telekinesis, telepathy, etc.) but Black Mesa keeps power dampeners on him so he can’t escape, no matter how much he may try. G-Man and Tommy search for a way to get these off of him, but little do they know that Black Mesa has other ways of ensuring he can’t go rogue...

- Started acting polite and professional a while back and keeps up the facade as it keeps him out of trouble and gets him more freedom. He now works as a scientist to ‘Help’ Black Mesa but is just biding his time until he can make his escape.

- Absolutely despises being in his tube and tends to get aggressive when in small spaces because of this.

- Has very few scientists he actually likes. Darnold is on this short list as he is kind to him.

- Finally reunited with his son after so long and wants nothing more than to escape together.

- They were so close...

BENREY-

“Oh yo, what happened to your eye, dude? Psh, no worries, I got a cybernetic eye for ya that’s gonna look sick as fuck!”

- Takes the role of Darnold as the guy who has a solution to a certain missing body part.

- Is one of the best in the Cybernetics Department and was the one who made Gordon his arm and gun-arm when he lost it in the accident.

- Became weird friends with Gordon after he helped him out. Benrey may or may not send cryptic messages and cat photos at 4AM to Gordon, who is very concerned for his health.

- The Cybernetics Department was originally supposed to be laid off due to budget cuts and the Mixology Department was going to expand and take over the lab but Benrey refused to leave his lab like everyone else and hacked the doors so nobody could get in. They would’ve dealt with it but soon after, the Resonance Cascade happened and Black Mesa has bigger worries than a rogue cybernetics scientist so Benrey just kinda. Stayed. He’s the only remaining member of the Cybernetics Team.

- A good mechanic and a master hacker. He ends up hacking into the security cameras and the VOX to watch the team as they go. He speaks via the VOX- and never tells them who he is- but as soon as they reach his lab, Benrey greets them like old friends.

- While he does like to mess with the team a little, he’s pretty helpful for the most part. He opens up a few locked doors and gives a few heads up every once in a while.

- “ROCKET. LAUNCH. GOOD.” Yeah that was Benrey. Gordon actually hits himself once he realizes it’s Benrey because everything suddenly makes sense.

- Gives Forzen a cybernetic eye that actually gives him better aim than before. Said eye also “May or may not have other sick features.”

- Benrey refuses to elaborate on this.

COOMER-

“OH HO HO HO, BAD MOVE! TIME FOR ME TO GO IN FOR THE KILL!”

- Takes the role of Forzen as minor antagonist.

- Joined the military because of his Ex-Wife’s pressuring to do so. They’re both still in the military but they don’t talk anymore.

- Volunteered to test out a new serum that would genetically enhance him to be an one man army due to his love for Science. He didn’t expect for it to work like it did.

- The serum gave him superhuman abilities such as strength, high leaping power, endurance, regeneration, and other such. However, there was a side effect to the serum as it also gave him a bit of a bloodlust. “I crave violence” is very literal now.

- Very powerful but unfortunately a bit of a loose cannon. They only send him in if they’re getting desperate since he causes a lot of collateral damage.

- Can calm down and have regular conversations but it takes a lot of effort. The serum screwed with his head a lot.

- Is sent to take down the Science Team. 90% of the time, they have to run from him and shake him off their trail other than fight him as he’s a lot stronger than the rest of them.

- Kidnaps Gordon rather than Sunkist at one point and holds him hostage. The Science Team has to work together to take him back.

- Saved Bubby’s life once and now whenever Coomer gets into real danger, Bubby teleports him away. Bubby is one of the few people who can calm Coomer down for long periods of time and Coomer is very fond of Bubby.

BUBBY-

“Who I am is none of your goddamn business.”

- Takes the role of G-Man as a powerful being who keeps showing up.

- Originally was created by Black Mesa and worked for them but in an experiment gone horribly wrong, Bubby abruptly disappeared with no trace.

- The accident gave Bubby dimensional powers over Time and Space but unfortunately, Bubby struggles to figure them out and they’re rather unstable at first.

- Because of their instability, Bubby sometimes randomly will teleport and get stuck in places he doesn’t want to be in. This happens far too frequently in Black Mesa but luckily, Gordon knows him and starts hiding him from Black Mesa whenever he gets stuck.

- This also happened once when Bubby ended up in the middle of an active battlefield and nearly got killed had Coomer not saw him get teleported in and rescued him.

- Bubby has taken a certain fondness for both of them and watches over them from the shadows as his own way of saying ‘Thank You’.

- Black Mesa is vaguely aware that Bubby is still out there but he’s become a bit of a cryptid to them. There’s some security footage of him teleporting in but all security footage gets really staticy and stops working after he appears in it.

- Bubby absolutely despises Black Mesa.

- If he wants something changed, he will change it, by force if necessary.

- Starts watching the team closely after the Resonance Cascade. At first thinks that some of them are aligned with Black Mesa and actively tries to stop them until he figures out that they’ve all fallen victim to it as well and becomes somewhat of an ally.

Anddd that’s the team!

That took a LONG time to type out but hopefully it’s interesting! I’m having a lot of thoughts about this AU currently so if you’re curious at all, send me an ask and I can talk about it more!

#SB Speaks #SB Rambles #Jumbled AU #Not sure if I’ll ever do a big fic but I’m much mord likely to do a series of smaller ones #Because I honestly do like how this AU turned out #It was fun seeing what kind of relationships would happen and what different characters motivations were n stuff!#long post

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radramblog · 3 years

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Shameless self-promotion (kinda)

I’ve kinda been meaning to talk about other things what I do, so here’s a bit of that, I guess. I should probably get used to talking myself up, seeing as I am actively on the job hunt at the moment.

It’s worth noting that even as this post is titled “self-promotion”, this blog is really the only public content I am making that is just me, myself, and I. The things I’m going to be discussing have me contributing, but I’m not like a lead organisational entity or what have you.

It’s also worth noting that these are some instances of some Niche Nerd Shit. So keep that in mind. If you don’t like Magic: The Gathering or Pokemon, I’ve got bad news for you.

Might as well go in the order I just put up.

Commander’s Herald is a website that I believe was formed kind of as an offshoot in part to EDHREC’s Articles section, as a hub for deck techs and columns about MTG’s Most Popular Format (it’s official!). I’m not sure how well this is going to go for them, but it’s been chugging along since the start of the year without having the backup EDHREC has of, you know, being attached to an incredibly useful database, so fair enough.

I am not a writer for Commander’s Herald, to be clear. I don’t know if I play enough of the format to really contribute something useful on a weekly/fortnightly basis, even though I do talk about the game weekly on this very blog.

What I was a part of was the CUT! series run by one Travis Stanley on the site. It’s effectively a contest about creative deckbuilding under tight-ish restrictions- as an example, the first round required a deck with only Standard cards, 10+ Artifacts, and a Commander (or pair) from Commander Legends. It’s been really interesting how these have turned out so far, and the concept sounded really fun to me, so I put myself down to be part of the…show?

Many months later, I got my shot in as part of the fifth heat (though I think each round is completely separate), tying in to the release of D&D: Adventures in the Forgotten Realms- thus I had to build a deck with a commander built around that. I’m not going to go into it that deeply, since part of the contest is writing up a 800-900ish word dech teck to go with the list, but you can find the article here.

My Drizzt Do’Urden list did, in fact, make me go to the finals, for which the post (and new decklist and post) can be found here. It’s probably too early to tell at time of writing, but it looks like I have a solidly commanding (heh) lead to win that too with my Minn list, so that’s pretty sick.

I do enjoy this sort of creative build challenge a lot. It’s reminding me of my first Cube build, where my options were heavily restricted because of, well, myself (and yet it ended up not being cheap), and it gives me a great excuse to strut my particular brand of deckbuilding. In this case, to a somewhat larger audience than this blog gets.

Speaking of slightly larger audiences, I suppose I should talk about the podcast I’ve been on, The Writer’s Locke.

While I’ve mentioned the Nuzlocke Forums multiple times on this blog, I haven’t really gone into the weeds of it- I’m thinking of making a much grander post about it in future. But I am a longtime lurker of said forums, and due to the marginally increased presence of Aussie dorks, gravitated towards the writers/storylockes corners of the site’s membership.

In case it wasn’t obvious from me maintaining a very silly blog for a decently long time, I’ve felt for a while that writing was probably my most viable creative outlet, and as a result, I’ve felt for a while that I should contribute something to this corner of the internet, considering how much it means to me. Unfortunately, I’m about as confident in my creative writing skills as I am my saxophone skills (in that it’s been a very long while since I tried and I’m not sure I had any promise then), I’m terrible at starting and committing to projects, and I’m pretty shy, so I haven’t really gotten anywhere on that front.

However, an opportunity arose when some of said Aussie Dorks started to organise a podcast by and for the membership of this community. A half-audiobook half-discussion series that is utterly and extremely devoted to niche Pokemon fanfiction. For the first season, I ended up in the latter (discussion) half of that spectrum for three episodes, bringing somewhat of an outsider’s perspective to the whole thing- after all, even if I have been part of the community for many years now, that doesn’t mean I know jack or shit about how to write things and what makes stories good. (I mean, I know a bit, but yknow). I’ll link the forum posts for those episodes here, though they should be available on most podcast-based platforms:

-Episode 8, where we discussed Protagonists,

-Episode 9, where the topic was, of all things, Gijinkas,

-and Episode 10, which was about Worldbuilding.

The second season of the cast is still ongoing, albeit after a bit of a hiatus (life happens, baby), and for this one I’m signed up not as a discusser but as a reader for one of the fics that makes up the audiobook section of the podcast. In particular, I’m reading Carousel, a very low-Pokemon high-feelings, nonstandard sort of piece, and I believe the one that headlines every episode in the season. Like, for some they’ll just do a couple chapters and leave the rest for you to go through, such that we can show off multiple people’s voices and multiple people’s writing in one season of podcast, but seeing as Carousel has relatively short chapters and neatly fits one per planned episode of the cast, we’ve just got me doing the whole thing of it.

Being on a podcast, even one as ultimately low-key as this one, has been a bit of an interesting experience. Recording those discussion segments with Rainey and Garchomp (who also happens to be Carousel’s writer) was a lot of fun, and though it’s a bit more stressful, I am having a good time lending my voice to the story. If nothing else, it’s decent practice for D&D and the like, though I’m still convinced that my voice for Suicune (iirc she’s supposed to sound, like, “smoky”, which is not a thing my voice does) is pretty terrible. Considering how awkward the protagonist is, though, I think I’m a good fit for that at the very least.

I wouldn’t actually know, though. I haven’t listened to any of the episodes with my voice work in them. I know not liking the sound of your own voice is fairly common, since you don’t sound how you think you do, but I find hearing my own voice bloody abrasive. I was thinking about writing a whole post about it, actually, but I guess this is that. I was kind of hoping that this whole process would get me more used to it, but that hasn’t happened so far, obviously. I would like to be on a more casual podcast at some point, it seems like a lot of fun, although adding to the legion of white_dude_with_podcast.wav feeds isn’t really something I’m the most interested in.

Oh right here’s some links.

-Episode 1, where I read chapter 1,

-Episode 2, chapter 2,

-etc, etc. We’re currently up to the 6th episode of the 10-episode season, for reference.

I guess that’s it, there’s only really the two of them so far. Ultimately, while I’m much lower on free time than I used to be, I would like to be producing more I the realm of #content. As long as it keeps being fun and interesting, I want to be doing it. I guess it’s just a question of how long that ends up being, and how I find myself doing it.

But I think that’s a problem for future me.

#ramble #self-promotion #nuzforums #(i guess)#idk if i should be tagging like EDH and stuff when that's not even half the post

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sierraraeck · 4 years

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In Anticipation

Spencer x OC Aundreya

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Summary: Partially inspired by 8x10 The Lesson. Spencer is stressing about meeting ‘Phone Booth Girl’ and Aundreya breaks down and gives him a pep talk. Story twelve.

Category: Some angst, some fluff.

Warnings: Cussing. Some self doubt I guess.

Word Count: 3.9k

A/N: I love Alex Blake. I do. I want her, and all of the characters, in my fics but I think a 13 person BAU team is a bit excessive. She just doesn’t exactly fit with my series so unfortunately I’ve made the executive decision to leave her out. Sorry. I still love her though. =D

Four weeks and three days.

That’s how long it’d been since essentially cutting all ties with Reid.

Not only had myself and my beliefs reverted back to old ways, but so had Reid and I’s relationship. We were avoiding each other, only speaking when we had to for the case. Neither of us were too proud to allow our problems to get in the way of our job, which was probably the only reason that Hotch didn’t interrogate us or scold us for whatever was going on.

They were all profilers, so of course they had their theories, but I don’t think any one of them understood the magnitude of what was really going on. What had gone on. Not like Reid and I were particularly easy people to read anyway.

During this last case, something was up. Reid was acting strange and the rest of them seemed to be in on it, but I had no idea what was going on. I assumed it had to do with his mystery woman. There was a small chance they could have been talking about the new/old dynamic between Reid and I, but I doubted it.

I wanted to ask to be let in on whatever was going on, but thought better of it, remembering that I was no longer someone he confided in, and whatever it was he was doing was no longer any of my business or concern. But just because I wasn't going to ask them for answers to their faces, didn’t mean I wasn’t going to scope them out behind their backs.

Whenever I approached any door that I knew they were whispering behind, I would just casually stand there for an extra few seconds, seeing if there was anything I could pick up on. I would walk by the same door multiple times if I had to, slowing down each time, all in an effort to pick up just a couple of keywords. The majority of the time, all I got was a ‘Spencer’ here, a ‘she’ there. Super specific stuff. But I hit the jackpot when everyone had been out in the field while Reid and JJ stayed behind to work on the geographical profile.

“... Phone booth girl?” JJ asked. That quickly got my attention.

“She wants to meet,” Reid answered.

“Wait, you guys have never met? Aren’t you curious what she looks like?”

“It doesn’t matter what she looks like. I mean, she’s already the most beautiful girl in the world to me,” he replied. I knew it was a bunch of shit when he tried to tell me that he was just making phone calls to her about his headaches. “It’s just … What if she doesn’t like me?”

There was a moment of silence before I heard JJ sit down and ask in a caring but stern way, “Why wouldn’t she like you?”

“Because I’m weird,” Reid answered with no hesitation. “I slouch, my hair’s too long, my tie’s perpetually crooked.”

“Your hair’s fine,” JJ said, and I could hear the smile in her voice.

Reid's voice was quiet, almost shy when responding, “Really? Thanks. My mom thinks it’s too long. So does my aunt Ethel.”

“Well, you’re not dating them,” JJ pointed out.

“I just - I - I just wouldn’t want to ruin something so special over something so trivial as looks.”

“I think you’re excited but afraid. Seeing her will only make the relationship better. Trust me,” JJ said with confidence. I agreed with her in spite of myself, even though I still felt bitter about the whole thing. “When does she want to meet?”

“Right when we get back.”

“Do it,” JJ encouraged. “Don’t psych yourself out.”

“We’ll see,” Reid responded with his classic hesitation, especially when it came to ‘Phone Booth Girl’ as JJ was now referring to her as.

I leaned against the door frame to announce myself, not wanting to risk being caught lurking outside the door. As expected, they both immediately stopped talking and looked up at me, like I was a parent that just caught her kids stealing cookies out of the cookie jar.

“Hey, how’s it coming?” I asked.

“Fine, fine,” JJ answered. She revealed the fakest smile, but with knowing eyes, followed by, “I’ll be right back, I’m going to use the ladies’ room.”

I just leaned back out of the room and pretended to go in the direction of the main conference room we’d initially set up in, but quickly turned to follow JJ into the bathroom.

I was so eager to know what she was going to say that the moment the door shut, I immediately asked, “Yeah, what’s up?”

“What do you know?”

“Huh? What do you mean?”

“I know it’s been killing you not knowing what’s going on, and I’m not sure if anyone else has noticed or put it together, but I’m sure you’ve been eavesdropping or doing something to figure out what’s going on,” she didn’t even wait for my reaction before continuing, “He’s going to meet that girl he’s been talking to on the payphones.”

“I know,” I said, confirming her theory. I didn’t know what else to say, but I could tell there was something more to this conversation. “What is it?”

“He’s stressed,” she simply put.

“Right…” I said. I was confused as to where this was going.

“Look. All of us-”

“Who’s ‘all of us?’” I asked before she could proceed.

“Me, Derek, and Emily. And Penelope of course.” I nodded for her to continue. “We’ve been thinking about how things have been rocky with the two of you lately, and we don’t exactly know what happened, but we do know that Reid has some new woman in his life now and he needs our support.” Her words rushed out, as if she was worried that she wouldn’t be able to get all of the necessary information out before I … what? Stormed off?

“Okay…” I prompted. I still couldn’t figure out what she was getting at. I hadn’t made any snarky remarks or discouraged him from talking to her or seeing her. Hell! If it was up to him, I wouldn’t know jack shit.

“We noticed that, despite how much we all pressed for information or assured him that things would work out, he still seems on edge.” I leaned slightly forward. She was doing a real good job dragging this explanation out. She let out a heavy sigh of defeat, like if I couldn’t read her mind, it wasn’t worth it. “I just think we all need to support him.”

“Are you saying I don’t support him?”

“No that’s not what I’m saying, I’m just merely-”

“No. That is what you’re saying,” I said, somehow keeping my voice normal and neutral, but cocking my head to one side. “But I do support him. I haven’t made any efforts otherwise. Plus, he doesn’t really seem like he wants me in his business and I respect those boundaries.”

“Okay,” she said a little harshly, eyes wide and arms crossed.

I could tell she wasn’t convinced so I followed with, “Seriously, JJ. I don’t have a problem with his personal choices. I don’t care what he decides to do, or who he decides to talk to in his free time.”

“Exactly. You don’t care,” she huffed. What the hell?

“And you don’t have any idea what you’re talking about,” this caught her off guard and I could tell her face switched to one of concentration, profiling concentration, so I finished with, “I’m fine with his choices, he’s fine with his choices, everything’s fine. There’s nothing to worry about, he has my support or respect or whatever it is you came in here looking for.”

“Great,” she said, obviously still incredulous and exited the bathroom.

I followed right after, following her into the conference room to catch up on the case.

# # # # # # # # # # # # #

I had a tough time focusing because I was paying more attention to Reid and mulling over JJ’s words, trying to find hidden meanings behind them. But before I could further my silent investigations, the vital question to all of this jumped into my head.

Do I support him in this?

I couldn’t tell. I felt like my mixed emotions balanced each other out so that I was just feeling … nothing. Thinking about him with another girl didn’t trigger any reactions, and neither did thinking about him sitting at home alone.

On one hand, I was still hurt and pissed at him for what he did. He was literally calling a girlfriend before and after sleeping with me while helping me over a major obstacle. He made me believe he cared about me, then had sex with me, then basically left. He’d broken my trust, which was very hard to earn, and impossible to regain.

On the other hand, I figured at least one of us should come out of the whole mess happy. Why not have it be him considering I don’t deserve it and am probably destined to continue my path of pain and loneliness? Or I’d wreck whatever good situation lies ahead of me. Either way, he deserves happiness, and I’m fairly certain he is not going to find it with me, so he might as well find it with her. Whoever ‘her’ is.

So I didn’t know. Did I support him? Did I not support him? Was I just a neutral third party that couldn’t make up her mind whose opinion was also irrelevant to the matter? Who knows.

For someone who doesn’t like to dig too deep into her psyche, I’d sure been spending a lot of time holding a shovel as of late. The two sides of my brain played tug-of-war while I was trying to concentrate on saving lives, but luckily, each side got tired and gave up allowing me to focus on the case, but leaving me no where closer to an answer than I was hours ago.

I continued to go about my work as usual, not going out of my way to avoid him, and not going out of my way to see him. We finally wrapped up our case and boarded the jet, leaving everyone drained due to the late nights the past few days.

I, however, refused to sleep on the jet. I never got any good sleep, and then I couldn’t sleep later, and I didn’t like the idea of the plane crashing down and me not being fully awake and ready to deal with that. Plus, as an ex-hunted criminal, I didn’t like the idea of being vulnerable with a bunch of FBI agents around, even if they were a part of my team.

Clearly Reid didn’t like the idea of sleeping on the jetride back this time either, because he was sitting in a corner by himself with a cup of coffee and a book. I could tell he wasn’t as relaxed or as focused as he usually was, because it took him longer than usually to flip through the pages. After spending nearly a year doing a book swap, I got pretty used to the rhythm of his page turning.

It’s because he’s stressed, I reminded myself. He is still worried about meeting that girl, and according to JJ and company, he ‘needs our support’ and you haven’t been too sharing on that front. Maybe you should talk to him.

At the same time, though, I don’t owe him anything. He hasn’t approached me about it, hasn’t shared any information with me whatsoever, so why should I cross that line? And what good would it do anyway? It’s not like anything I say is going to make a difference.

But what if it does? What if, even though I’m trying to push him out, not give a single damn what he thinks of me anymore, he still does? Could he still care what I think, what I have to say about... all this? I was basically his ‘best friend’ for a while there, and maybe after everything got complicated, he feels … bad? Well, obviously Aundreya, but like bad in the sense that he feels like he can’t move on without me telling him it’s okay or something? He’ll probably continue to beat himself up over it and then he’ll never be able to enjoy himself and will just stress himself out and wallow in guilt.

Not ‘probably’. You know him better than that. That’s exactly what’s happening, and that’s got to be what JJ was getting at.

But what if he doesn’t want to talk to me? What if I just make him feel worse? And why should I care if he’s worried or not?

Come on, Chambers. You’re trying to be better and you know it would mean a lot if you just talked to him.

I’d made up my mind.

I was sitting with my own book and cup of warm tea and wanted to laugh at how, even though we weren’t doing it together, we were literally still doing the same thing we always did. I got up and made a fresh cup of tea, careful not to spill any or cross contaminate, then I set it down next to mine on the small table right beside the couch.

I took a deep breath, and with my book still open and in my hand, walked over to where Reid was sitting before I could talk myself out of it. Without a word or tearing my eyes from my own book, I casually picked up Reid’s coffee mug, then turned around and walked back to the couch. I sat down and put his mug next to the other two. I refused to turn around and look at his reaction. Instead, I just waited for his presence to appear across the couch.

It came soon enough, which I knew it would because he’s kinda a caffeine addict. He reached for his coffee but I slid it across the table toward me so he couldn’t get it. I quickly slid the fresh cup of tea I’d made across the table, practically pushing it into his hand, the whole time continuing to look at my book. I stifled a laugh when he picked up the tea, examined it, then made a pouty face. I took a sip of my own, then set it, and the book, down on the table.

I sat with my back leaning against the arm of the couch, my legs criss crossed in front of me, facing Spencer head on who was sitting in nearly the same position. Finally looking up at him I whispered, “It’s going to be okay, you know.”

He slowly looked up at me but didn’t say anything, so I continued with, “It’s fine if you don’t want to talk about it. And it’s fine if you don’t want to talk about it with me. I just wanted to tell you that she’s gonna love you. She probably already does.”

We sat there in silence for a while, and I was about to pick my book back up again, thinking that he wouldn’t say anything, but then he said, “I just don’t know if I can do this.”

“Why wouldn’t you be able to?” I inquired.

“Because of …” he trailed off but I followed his train of thought.

“Don’t worry about me. It happened. It’s over. I don’t want you guilt tripping yourself out of happiness. I am not worth that,” I whispered, careful to keep my voice low enough the others wouldn’t wake. This wasn’t exactly a conversation I wanted anyone else to be a part of.

“You are worth that-”

“I’m not.”

“-and I do feel guilty-”

“I know. And I appreciate that but there is nothing either of us can do now except move on. So do that. Move on. This girl, whoever she is-”

“Her name is Maeve,” he blurted. It stopped me right in my tracks. I think I was the first person he gave her name to.

I quickly recovered, “Maeve. She seems right for you. She’s obviously smart, she’s helping the FBI solve cases and she’s keeping up with you, and you, you seem … you seem … you’re happy. You get that goofy smile on your face when you talk about her. When you think about her. When other people talk about her. I know it’s in your nature to worry, but seriously, I don’t think you have anything to worry about.”

“Thank you,” he said.

“What else?” I asked. There was more but I knew he felt awkward opening up to me about it because … well.

“Huh?”

“What else is going through your mind? I know you need to get something off of your chest and remember, we used to tell each other everything before things got complicated. That wouldn’t be a bad place to return to…” I offered, hopeful he’d be okay with that.

He gave me a small smile and said, “I’d like that.”

It was odd but I was relieved. I don’t know why there would have been any pressure on me to begin with, but I did feel relieved. More and more of the bitterness I felt was dissipating every day, and was continually replaced with the feeling of missing the one person I’d opened up to the most. I wanted that back. I needed that back. “Great. So what else?”

“It’s just - we’ve never met and she wants to meet.”

“Okay, that’s exciting, right?” I asked, testing the waters.

“I mean, yes.”

“But…”

“But I’m nervous. I want her to like me and I’m afraid she won’t once she meets me,” he expressed.

“Spencer,” I started, leaning over the one cushion in between us, “you are an amazing guy. She already likes your personality, and considering how long you’ve been talking to each other, you’re already past all of the small talk too. You’ve already completed all of the hard stuff, and now you just get to enjoy the easy little things, like her hair, her eyes, her smile. As for her, she gets to enjoy your hair,” I ruffled it up a bit, “your eyes, and your smile.” He fixed his hair and flashed me that very same goofy grin I was talking about, golden eyes twinkling. It was honestly a shame he didn’t smile more. “There you go. Flash her one of those and she’s done for,” I chuckled, “Plus, you are a phenomenal judge of character. If you believe that she is worth taking a bullet for, I’d trust that gut feeling. And like I told you when we were first starting to get to know each other: I’ve met a lot of people, like a lot of people, and you are by far one of the coolest. If she doesn’t see that, it is ultimately her loss and her problem,” I concluded. It still hurt knowing that I was encouraging him to continue on with the relationship that almost ended ours, but I could tell it was what he wanted, and who was I to get in the way of that? I had no reason to feel spiteful toward Maeve, she hadn’t done anything to me, and besides, she seemed like she would be exponentially better for him than I could ever be. I was going to have to start coming to terms with that and getting over it. Getting over him. But at least I knew we could start rebuilding our friendship and that would have to suffice.

“You don’t know how much it means to hear you say that,” he looked down at his fiddling thumbs. “I’ve just been sick this whole time that in doing this I would really lose you forever and I didn’t want that.”

“I’m here. I’m not going anywhere. You should do what makes you happy.”

He nodded and I could visibly see the weight being lifted off of his shoulders. I was glad I could be the one to do that.

He took a sip of his tea and scrunched his nose up. This time I had to laugh.

“Oh come on. It is not that bad,” I rolled my eyes.

“It’s just not coffee,” he complained.

“You don’t drink coffee. You drink caffeinated sugar water with a dash of coffee,” I accused. He just shook his head and set his tea down about to reach for his other mug again.

“Nuh-uh,” I scolded. The last thing he needed was to be over-hyper and jacked up before meeting this girl. Maeve. “Tell you what,” I got up from my seat and grabbed the sugar and honey, “Usually I only put a little bit of one of these in my drink, but because you have the taste buds of a five-year-old child, I will break down.”

He smiled at me and quickly poured a kidney-failing amount of each into his tea. I put my palm on my forehead as he swirled it around and took a sip.

“See. That is much better,” he commented happily. “You should invest in adding more to yours.”

“Oh no. I am quite alright, thank you.”

“You know you want to.”

“Actually, there’s this really cool thing called blood sugar levels, I’m not sure if you’ve heard of them,” I teased, “but I’m all good leaving mine where they’re at. I wouldn’t want to induce a heart attack.”

He laughed, and I laughed, and it felt good to be laughing together again.

# # # # # # # # # # # # #

“Are you sure?” Spencer asked.

“We’re sure! You go and have fun. The rest of us will finish up for you,” Emily said, and Derek, JJ, and I all nodded enthusiastically.

“Okay. Thank you,” he said, turning toward the parking lot.

“He’s in a much better mood about this than he was before,” Derek acknowledged.

“Yeah that’s true,” Emily agreed, “I wonder what changed his mind.”

It was more like a statement than a question, all three of their heads turning to look at me. I shrugged and feigned confusion, “I have no idea. Maybe the stars are aligning,” I said sarcastically, raising my eyebrows.

Derek rolled his eyes and said, “At least we can always count on you.”

“To what?”

“To be an irritatingly helpful smartass.”

“Wow,” I put a hand to my chest in appreciation, my voice becoming velvety as I wiped away a non-existent tear, “I don’t think I’ve ever been so accurately described.”

We chuckled and entered the office, ready to file some closing paperwork.

Penelope met us at the doors, hugging us all and offering us special drinks she’d been practicing making while we were gone.

“Wait where’s Spen - wait! Is he with Phone Booth Girl!” she cheered, not even waiting for a response. “I knew it, I knew it, I knew it!” She giggled then turned to Derek, “How come you don’t take me out anymore?”

“Oh, baby girl, we have so much more fun staying in,” he returned, smug.

She stepped closer to him and turned her tone from pouty to sexy, “How could I forget? It could have been because I was near blacking ou-”

“Woah!” I interjected. “Some of us would actually like to sleep tonight without the graphic details.”

“That’s the problem. I’m not one for sleeping,” Garcia purred.

“Dammit. I asked for that one,” I shook my head.

Both Penelope and Derek placed a hand on one of my shoulders, and I’m not shitting you, said at the same time, “Yeah, you did.”

They walked away as I knit my brows together and turned toward JJ and Emily. I put one hand out, gesturing at their backs and mouthed ‘what?’ JJ shrugged and Emily just shook her head in amused disbelief.

As the night was coming to a close and we were all about to leave, a sudden crashing came from the stairs and elevator. We were halted by a stampede of police officers, weapons drawn, barging into the bullpen.

“Everyone put your hands up.”

We quickly complied, looking around at each other for silent answers. There were only the seven of us in the office, but it was the eighth they were looking for.

A woman, probably 5’8” with short brown hair demanded, “Where is Doctor Spencer Reid?”

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dammitadolfnomorecake · 4 years

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Once Bitten, Twice Stupid prt.40

Lance was acting like a scatterbrain and he knew it. With Keith’s piercing purple eyes watching him, he felt so self conscious over his every move that he’d already klutzed up half a dozen times. They’d touched... more than touched. Keith had jerked them both off and now he couldn’t remember how to act like a human being. And Keith had skipped to calling him his boyfriend. Not his “maybe boyfriend” or his “kind of boyfriend”, but his boyfriend. His like they were together. Like they were a perfectly normal couple. A perfectly normal couple that’d fooled around... thanks to his body being stupid. Thankfully Keith didn’t speak Spanish, so had no idea what’d been babbling, but that didn’t mean Lance was about to forget begging Keith to make him come.

Slicing the potatoes, Keith sat on the kitchen counter watching on. Before Keith came along, there was a very strict no arses on his counters or tables. Lance didn’t know why he didn’t snap at Keith for it, but he couldn’t bring himself to send him to sit at the kitchen table. Lance was attempting to apologise by making a big dinner to celebrate everyone being there, and everyone knew the secret to the perfect roast potatoes was getting them into the oven an hour or so before the meat went in, once they were seasonsed and coated with oil. Using too much force, the wooden chopping board cracked under the slice. There didn’t seem to be much difference between applying too little, and too much, force. His senses going haywire, or maybe because he was so focused on Keith, he couldn’t regulate the amount of force to use

“Something you want to say?”

Lance bit down a sigh at Keith’s question. He was looking lame all over again

“Potatoes suck”

“Are you sure it’s the potatoes?”

“Fairly...”

“You look flustered. Is your body, okay?”

“It’s fine. I’m fine”

“You broke the chopping board. I’m pretty sure you’re not fine”

“It’s nothing. Just having a little trouble controlling my strength”

“Do you want me to take over? I can do the vegetables while you check on your pasta dish?”

Hunk was usual cooking wingman. Keith had proven he wasn’t a great cook, but he didn’t want to hurt Keith’s feelings by implying he couldn’t do something as simple as slicing potatoes. He could start making the sides, and giving Keith a job meant not having his boyfriend watching him...

“Yeah. Divide and conquer. I’ll start on the sides while you finish the potatoes. We’re probably going to need like half the bag, and then the pumpkin needs cutting up”

Sliding off the bench, Keith bumped him with his hip. Lance trying not to let himself spiral as he placed the knife down on the edge of the broken board

“I’ve got this. You do what you need to”

“Try not to make the pieces too big”

“I make no guarantees”

Dinner had to be perfect. At least as perfect as the night he’d had Shay over. He might not be the greatest people person, but serving a bad meal was like insulting his guests and he’d done enough of that

“If they’re too big they won’t cook through”

“I’ve been watching. I’ll just copy what you did”

Keith’s watching was what had been the problem. The hunter had led him to his bathroom where they’d kissed some more in the shower. Lance felt like that had been too fast, especially seeing Keith could be damn handsy in the shower. Dream Lance was like a sex god, real Lance had been lamer than a horse with a limp. He’d had no idea what to do, neither did Keith. Unfortunately if he was unlucky any future sex dream was now going to be as slow and awkward as he was upstairs... though he did have the memory of Keith above for the rest of his life... so that was nice

“Right. Okay... okay. Sorry, I’m being a stress head”

“Idiot crumpet. I think that’s the preferred term”

Lance felt himself smiling like a dope. Talk about pathetic

“You’re sounding more and more like me every day”

Keith faked a sway

“You wound me”

Lance felt himself crack, snorting with laughter. He knew Keith was trying to make him feel better and appreciated it, though he did wish he wasn’t so thinned skinned about things

“And now you’re mocking me. Thanks for that”

“You asked for it”

Lance pouted. His nervousness was ebbing away now that things seemed to be okay between them... Keith wasn’t acting like he’d been awful in bed... He really was terrible at over thinking

“You’re such a dick”

“What’s that?”

Huffing, Lance mumbled

“You can suck my dick”

Keith let out a laugh, Lance feeling all dopey again at the sound. Emotions were weird things. He’d gone from embarrassed to paranoid, paranoid to perking up, perking up to smiling, and smiling into a brainless dope

“Maybe not right now in the middle of the kitchen with the house full, but I’ll keep it in mind”

Keith delivered the final blow. Lance leaning in to steal a kiss because fuck if Keith hadn’t made him feel a million times better

“What was that for?”

“Just wanted to. You better get cooking, Shiro’s going to be shocked you’re all domesticated”

“I know. I’m cooking and cleaning, training with a real life vampire and I haven’t burned the house down...”

“You did kill my toaster...”

“You kill a toaster once and they never let you hear the end of it”

“You didn’t stop Curtis from killing the second one”

Keith groaned at him

“I bought you a new one...”

“You did, and it’s very nice. So I might forgive you after I get another months teasing out of it”

“What do I have to do to end the teasing early?”

“Cut the onions for the salad?”

“Deal”

What? No. Keith wasn’t supposed to give in so fast. Onions always had Lance in tears, Hunk had shown him how he was supposed to cut them avoiding the tears but it never seemed to work for him

“Dammit! No one likes chopping onions”

“It’s fine... Now shoo, you’re interrupting my potato cutting”

Making dinner with someone was always more fun than cooking alone. Keith might be awful at cutting up potatoes, practically massacring them despite having said he’d been watching what Lance was doing. The results clearly said otherwise, but Lance kept his opinion to himself. Having been “forced” to help in the kitchen, Keith had grown pretty adapt to the way Lance liked things done. He’d really made vast improvements, which Lance hoped wouldn’t slip backwards once Keith moved out with Shiro. He’d told Keith he’d teach him about the undead once he’d learned enough to “human”, but it really seemed like he didn’t have that much to teach seeing he’d stayed on the outside of that world as much as possible. While Lance was happy that Keith would be back with his brother, he’d be sad to see Keith leave. Sure, the hunter still managed to get under his skin, but this last month had shown him how far determination could push a person when a little rivalry was sprinkled in. Keith was determined to do his best, even when he had no natural gifts. Everything the hunter had he’d fought for, and fought to learn. He may have been cold and aloof to start with, but Lance now kind of felt proud of how far Keith had come. Even if he was still terrible at dealing with groups of people.

Hearing footsteps, Lance braced himself for their little bubble to be burst. Keith might have only gotten mad trying to talk to Shiro, but the two of them were so close that Lance couldn’t help but feel a little jealous. That’s why Keith and Shiro making up was so important to him. He’d never forgive himself if the two brothers didn’t find a way back to what they were before they crashed his life.

“Holy shit... Keith, are you cooking?”

Pausing, Keith looked to Shiro, the man still looked wiped out

“I was trying to before you interrupted”

Lance felt his breath catch, not sure how to read what Keith had said, the feeling passing as Shiro laughed

“I never thought I’d see the day”

“Fuck you... I’ve cooked for you before”

“I remember. I remember a certain cremated roast...”

“That was then. Lance has been teaching me”

“I hope that doesn’t mean you’ve been getting in the way”

“Not even. Lance, back me up here. How many times have helped you cook dinner since Shiro left?”

He didn’t want to be drawn into the brothers squabbling

“Most nights...”

“See! Lance even lets me use the big knives”

“I can see that. Maybe leaving you here wasn’t such a bad thing after all”

“Nope. Now sit down, you’ll only be in the way if you keep standing there”

Shiro sat at the kitchen table, Lance could feel his eyes on him as he scoured the outside of the cucumber in his hand. For some reason cucumber always tasted better when scoured with a fork

“Other than cooking, anything else you two have been up to?”

Lance’s mind went immediately to what had happened in the bedroom... Shiro was supposed to be sleeping... Had they been too noisy? Keith didn’t seem to share his worry

“Just stuff. We went ghost hunting twice and down that old mineshaft... oh, and to Platt for a bit... but it’s been pretty quiet”

“Have you kept up with your training?”

“Lance has been helping. He’s much better to train with. Coran gave me some tips too”

“Knowing you, you’ve spent more time training than doing anything else”

Lance knew it was being petty, but he didn’t like the feeling that Shiro was trying to imply something without spitting it out

“Keith’s been a big help around here. He helps with all the housework, and Pidge and Hunk really like hanging out with him. Went to the movies, and the bar, plus he’s got his camera to keep him occupied. And, on top of everything, he’s been dependable given I’ve been sick”

“You have a camera?”

That’s what Shiro wanted to focus on?

“Lance bought me one. We didn’t know how long you were gone for and I was supposed to be taking photos of the house, which I couldn’t do without a camera”

“Sounds like you’ve been having a great time. Do you two want any help with dinner?”

“Lance and I have got it. We make a good team”

“You’re much closer than when I left you”

“That’s because a lot’s happened since then. I told you I like him”

“It’s great you’re making friends. Maybe Hunk and Pidge can visit us in Platt? You’d better make the most of this week. I want to get settled in Platt as soon as possible”

Lance noted how he was left out the equation. Shiro might as well be spraying to mark his territory

“You guys don’t have to rush off”

“Well, technically you were a job and we will need to check in with you regularly for the next 6 months”

What? Why? He already checked in with Coran every three weeks or so, more so if you counted phone calls

“Why?”

“Just a follow up on the complaint. You being a breeder makes things more complicated”

So Keith had told him all about that... it wasn’t a great feeling. He’d tried his hardest not to listen to the two siblings, but he could see why Keith had been angry

“I check in with Coran regularly as it is. Plus, I have Curtis here to keep an eye on me”

“Once things settle down, I’m sure that won’t be necessary. I had to pull a lot of strings to make sure Matt and Rieva could relocate here”

“I’m getting the feeling you don’t like me very much, despite using my house like a hotel”

Shiro raised an eyebrow at him. Keith gave a kind of weird twitch like he wanted to reach for him but was scared of him at the same time

“This is work related. It’s nothing personal. On a personal level I’m grateful to you for looking after Keith”

“But?”

“My brother comes first. Giving him a safe and stable home comes first, especially after I transferred us both to Platt without his permission”

Shiro almost seemed like a different person. Lance supposed there was only so much good will that went with saving someone’s life

“I get it. I’m kind of the enemy here. I suppose the sooner you get settled, the better for everyone. Keith, I’ll let you take over here. I’m going to get something to drink before dinner”

Shiro needs to take a chill pill, he’s a bad traveller and a slightly over protective brother, but Keith too the rescue again

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jusauria · 3 years

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Hotcattale (basic storyline)

Like every Story we have to start from the beginning of all.

Long time ago. In an AU of undertale there were monsters and humans. Both creatures needed the same kind of food to survive. The soul powers of the monsters scared The humans. The monsters were afraid of the soul energy of the humans. The fear turned into hate and a war began. In this war many lost their lives and both sides capitulated. The monsters were aware of the humans hate and so they moved out of all human villages to start a new life in peace. The only problem for the monsters in the mountains is the lacking source of food. Some of the best guards are hunting animals. The others are going to the cities to get other needed food supplies.

In these awful times of hate and rebuilding the life story of Sans and Papyrus begin. When the little skeleton opened his eyes he saw two taller skeletons in front of him. A huge smile were on their faces. They pick up the little skeleton and tell him: “My child. You made it. Of all the dead children's bodies, you made it to become a skeleton. We are so proud of you.” The surprised child looked around and saw something moving in the ashes. He started to move uncontrollable in the arms of the huge skeleton, only to tell them there was something. The female looking adult stuck her hand in the ashes and got out another little skeleton. The ashes made his bones look black and he sneezed a few times. The adults looked pleased. They grabbed their stuff and went to the forest where all the skeletons live.

Both kids grew up there and learned many new things. Even so they learned that skeletons can’t make kids like other monsters can. They need dead children in the age between 5-10 and have to put soulpower in them. Unfortunately not all kids become skeletons. That’s why the population of skeletons is looked over very careful. The two young skeletons knew they were from now on brothers and so they treated each other like. The smaller one got the name Sans, in the meaning of a calmness of the Ocean and the Sand. While the other one got the name Papyrus, in the meaning for the Power and Kindness from his soul. Sans was always the weaker skeleton of the both. He almost died of an unknown sickness and so his Heal Points (HP) went down to 1.

Papyrus and Sans often went outside to see others of their kind. But they never felt welcomed near them. When both got 15 they moved out. On that day all the skeletons in their villages said to them goodbye and wished them a ‘skeleton’ of luck. The brothers left the villages and walked many days to finally see the mountain they wanted to start a new life. They tardy walked in the entrance and asked other monsters where the king and queen were. On their way they met ,a bit younger as them, Asriel who showed them his parents. The royal family allowed the skelebrothers to live in the Underground. Toriel asked them kindly with a caring voice where they both want to live. Sans said: “I don’t mind any place. My bro should choose. He is the coolest in this stuff” Papyrus looked at the huge map on the walls of the gigantic room and pointed at Snowdin. He yelled: “There! This place should be as calm as Sans and as cool as me. Nyahaha.” Toriel looked at Asgore and both agreed. In snowdin was an old house where nobody lived. So the brother took this opportunity and made it their own.

Many years passed and the brothers grew in knowledge and happiness. While Sans found a job as scientist assistant in the labor from hotland. Papyrus made his hobby of cooking to his job in “Grillby’s”. But Papyrus' dream is to become a part of the royal guards. He wants to go outside and buy food for the monsters who need it. Sans and Papyrus are the only skeletons in the Underground. They always get from the town people rotten or spoiled food to eat and to cook with. They give this to the brothers not because they hate them. Generally because they don’t want to waste food. Even so skeletons can eat all kinds of food without getting sick.

One day the brother's knowledge about human and monster relationships broke apart.

Sans was in his room. All dressed in black and in front of his door was Papyrus in black too. He stared at the door wanting to knock but couldn't make him do it. He broke into tears.

Both had come home from the funeral of Asriel and his best human friend Chara. The brothers, Asriel and the twin sibling Chara and Frisk always have been very close to each other. One day when they were in a restaurant of all kinds Asriel and Chara got poisoned by the golden flower poison. The brothers ate the same dish. But because they are skeletons it had no effect on them. If Frisk had been there too, he would have gotten poisoned like his sister and the prince.

Sans was sitting in his room corner thinking why they couldn’t save them. Why they didn’t notice something was wrong. Papyrus otherwise was thinking how sad Frisk must be. Lost his twin sister and wasn’t able to be at the funeral because he is still ill.

A month later Sans and Papyrus are fine again. Of course they are still sad about the lost, but they need to work to earn money. Else they will lose the house and that’s what both don’t want to happen.

Sans walks nervous around in the labor and Dr. Gaster looks at him and asks kindly: “Sans. Do you think a maschine could produce all kinds of food, with water and the key atoms?” Sans stopped walking. He thinks about all possibilities and replies with yes. Gaster smiles and shows him a room which was always locked up. On the walls were plans for a food making maschine to solve the hunger of the monsters. The sketches and files amaze Sans . The doctor put his hand on his shoulder and whispered to him: “This will be your work from now on. Work on this machine and save the monsters. I will work on the core power machine in the meanwhile.” This is a huge job opportunity for Sans. After work he takes a shortcut to his home door and jumps into Papyrus arms. Both brothers walk inside the house. Walk to the kitchen, make tea and sit down on the table to talk about what happened on this day. They have no secrets from each other and speak open to each other. Papyrus tells Sans that people like the food he makes. The royal guard Undyne wants to teach him more cooking tricks. She was very impressed by his skills. Sans is happy for his brother and lets him talk for a while more until he tells him his news. At the moment Papyrus finished talking he tells him his whole day in detail. What a huge responsibility he has now. Even so he informs him that he will stay at the labor for a while. Papyrus stands up and hugs his brother.

The next day Sans walks to Papyrus and says: “Listen. I know you can stay alone for a while. Please be safe bro. I will be gone for about 2 or 3 months.” Papyrus looks at Sans and replies: “You don’t have to worry at all. The brilliant Papyrus will make sure everything is ok and safe! Be careful of your heavy bones”. With a last hug their paths split.

Stress is for Sans a foreigner word. He has never known stress until he sees the deadline for the machine to work and be ready to use. Sans calculations have to be all correct. Every mistake will take too much time to fix. So he worked fast but meticulous. Skeletons don’t necessari need sleep, so he had only 2 hours of sleep everyday. Gaster looks like a skeleton but isn’t so every night Sans is working alone in the labor. Often he gets scared that something will pop up out of the darkness. But this wasn’t a reason for him to stop working.

Day after day was hard work on his plan but 2 months later he finished the first machine of his kind.

In the 2 months Gaster hired a new assistant named Alphys. She is shy but it isn’t that bad to work with her. Sans invites Gaster for seeing and testing the prototype. Gaster sets up the maschine and pour the special liquid in the maschine. He starts the maschine and walks a few steps away from it. First all looks good but then Sans notices that the machine starts to form some cracks. He yelled at Gaster to walk farther away. But he was too late. A huge explosion is the result and Sans gets smashed to the wall behind him. He hits his head on the wall and his whole body gets covered in a strange hot liquid. He stands up and some of the liquid gets inside of his skull. The pain of the heat, how it burns through his skull and cracks it makes him faint.

When he opens his eyes he sees Papyrus and Alphys talking. He sits up and asks: “How long was I out.” Papyrus' face shows that he was sleeping for longer than 1 day. His brother jumps on his bed and gives him a strong hug. He cries in relief and Alphys goes outside to let both of them have some time for themselves. As soon as Papyrus finished crying himself out, Sans stands up. He sees in a mirror two cracks on each cheek and the almost full healed hole in the back of his skull. They go outside the room and Alphys asks Sans to do some task.

All monster kinds can use magic. Not all the same kind of magic, Skeleton uses bone magic.

She asked him to spawn some bones. Sans focuses and sees the bone in front of his spiritual eye. But at the moment he releases the power he spawns a hotdog which looks more cat-like. A hotcat? Sans tries again to make a bone but all he does is make hotcats. All in the living room are in shock. Sans runs upstairs in his room to do some more tests by himself. Papyrus walked behind him but he couldn’t enter the room in time. The still hurt skeleton tries harder than usual to make a bone but it doesn’t work. Only hotcats. He takes one and bite a piece off. It doesn’t look spoiled or anything. Warm is it too. All a sudden his back skull hole starts to heal up. Only a crack left. But cracks on his cheeks are still there. Sans calmed down and continued to test his other abilities. He still can do shortcuts and the telekinetic stuff. He can’t make bones and he is able to spawn two gaster blasters at the same time. To Sans' surprise the blasters can turn into Skelecats. He opens the door and Papyrus gets scared by the skelecats running out of Sans room. Alphys is already gone and both brothers walk downstairs in the living room to talk. Papyrus tells Sans that Gaster must have died. Not long ago a talking flower appeared after this bad event. Sans tells him that he not being able to make bowns isn’t as bad as he first thought. He can make food for other monsters and make them less starving and that he is more happier to be alive than dust.

A few weeks later Sans and Papyrus start to work together for Grillby and have a nice time. But then Sans got the idea to make his own little restaurant with papyrus. Papyrus agrees. With the help of their friends they build a little eating place which can move around hassle-free. The skeleton brother wants to become a travel food bistro. When they both are about to leave the underground, the royal family give them both a little present. A red scarf for papyrus and Sans gets a book full of jokes, to make them both laugh hard. This is a heartbreaking moment but the two boys know that this isn’t a goodbye forever. They walk away with the little bistro. Sans uses his telekinetic powers to move it around while papyrus is looking at the map where to go first. They decide fast where a good spot is to begin to earn money and a reputation. Sans walks around the small town offering humans and some monsters his hotcats. First they didn’t know what to think about this but soon everyone fell in love with these. It looks like the taste of hotcats varies from person to person. Some say it tastes sweet, some spicy and some salty. It depends on the person's preferences. The two make good money from them. Papyrus buys some food to cook healthy and taste food. Many humans and monsters love the taste of his dishes. The skeleton’s little restaurant becomes downright famous overnight. A few days later they closed the shop for the first time to get a small break. They walk around the town and talk a lot about what to improve and fix. In an alley Papyrus notices the talking flower he saw once in Snowdin and walks to him. The flower monster looks confused and a bit scared. Papyrus sits down in front of him and says in a kindly voice:”Hello little golden flower, why are you here in town? Are you following us?” He gets more confidence and replies to him:”Maybe. But I am here to see if you and the potato are doing fine.” The eye sockets from the huge skeleton become bigger and you can see sparkles in it. He hugs the flower and offers him to go on his shoulder so they can walk together around. The golden flower agrees and introduces himself to them as Flowey. Flowey tells them how he came to life and how confused he was first. Sans notices that the soul of the flower is awful similar to Asriel’s and asks him if he knew him. The bright yellow color from his blooms turns minor darker and he replies with a sad face: “ Yes and no. I somehow have his soul and heard his voice a few times. He told me one day that I am my own person and since then I haven’t heard of him.” Papyrus puts his hand on his head to make him feel a bit more comfortable. Sans starts to think and comes to the conclusion that the flower must be a by-product of the explosion he caused.

The sky went from a light blue to a red, violet color. The brothers arrive at their restaurant. Papyrus makes a movement to flowey to say that he can stay with them as long as he wants to. In Flowey’s face is happiness. Flowey became the mascot of the shop and is the first waiter too.

The next day the shop is booming. Many customers want to eat the special hotcat from Sans. Others some fresh made dishes from Papyrus. A human with brown hair and a yellowish skin comes to Sans and asks for the manager of this shop. He responds that he and his brother are the owner of this all. The human asks kindly if he can work there. Sans walks to Papyrus in the kitchen and asks if they should hire the human. Papyrus goes with Sans to the front and looks at the human diligent. He gasps and says that the human is Frisk. Frisk smiles and says: “Hehe. Long time not see you two. Sans to be honest, what happened to you? Did you fight with a dog and lost? hehe.” Sans explains all and both skeletons decide to hire Frisk in their small business. The not so tall human is already 19 and so he can legal work for them. At the end of the day all 3 monsters and Frisk help to clean the shop and set up a sleep area for Frisk.

They stayed 2 months in the small town and then continued their journey to another town.

After a year Flowey and Frisk discovered the other AUs. They told the skelebrothers about this. Since that day they are known as AU travel Restaurant “Hotcattale”. Which stays in every AU at least 1 week.

The end.

(I know. The story is not good. but it gives a good view about this AU and what makes it unique ^^)

#undertale au #undertale au story #story #storyline

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Zara! I just got back from a short trip. In a perpetual state of i want to do fuck all 😑 but I really should focus n do things. How are u? Anything random u want to share? My face n upper body r quite sunburnt lol so I've been a hermit trying to recover 😂 thanks for the well wishes on the job hunting. My mood on that journey is like ⬆️↗️➡️↘️⬇️↙️⬅️↖️🤣

I revisited hades after u replied! N spoilers: I got past elysium n then died to the Chambers (items got so expensive n it's multiple pathways to find cerb's treat lol n the poison...) butttttt I came back like next run n got hades to like 1/3 of his health and then died!!!! I'm pretty chuffed tho. I know now heueueue. And I MET THAN! GORGEOUS SOFT DEATH BOI. His voice man 🥰 BTW r zag n than half brothers that share hades as their father? But he cute that ain't no lie. I um am assuming u finished at least one complete run so I hope I ain't spoiling anything? I'm really sorry if I did. Third fury sister met too heueu.

Lololol I'm not really shitting on luci's yukata haha. Tbh I've been into kpop n Korean shows for yearsssss so I feel like nothing really fazes me too much? It's funny seeing ppl shit on Satan so much but I'm like honestly it doesn't hurt my eyes that badly. N his Pepsi yukata looks pre good. Not the worst by a looooooongggg shot. I hope the devs fix up the wonkiness of obey me cuz otherwise they will keep losing players n awesome content creators. V understandable tho. That's also why I probably won't play om and genshin cuz gacha, too stressful n it's kinda nice just evolving the charas by headcanons n imagination alone. The lore is v noice tho. Have u read the genshin manga?

Hahaha it's a good thing I thought of u. The fic does have some grammatical errors (I went back to read it again hehe) but it's just so soft n realistic to me that I thought u might like it. Probably ooc for Thea tho sorry. It's alright if u never get to it or don't like it!

Aww my ask got ate up huh. I sent it in the morning after u recommended achilles to me. It just said that the song is so fucking good. So cathartic n would've been such a help several yrs ago when I was going thru some shit. I love the lyrics, the sound...it's very soothing n I love it a lot. I hope to find more English songs that have such beautiful n haunting lyrics. I'm trying not to make the ask too long so I've dumbed the original ask down a lot. It's going to be long anyways 🙃

I asked about any personal hcs u wanted to share? Mine were that I would call Lucifer: Luce Luce or Luci haha. N I would greet him by saying Luci....fer after making eye contact with his brothers above his shoulder but he would be glaring at me anyways. Ever perceptive Luci. I would like to mess around Belphie by calling him Moo Moo 🤭 I hc that once close, I would go around the dining table every morning n give each bro some individual loving. Some nuzzles, cheek kiss ya know n get to Belphie like wut up moo moo? Lplolol thanks for letting me ramble haha this is sort of embarrassing. Can u tell my love language is physical touch 💖

Haha no worries about ur messy blog tho. I love the stuff u reblog. Some legit quality content n it's so amusing seeing the juxtaposition between the sfw n the NSFW. Ur duality zara never fails to make me laugh. If u want u can guess my height. What vibes do I give off? I have a feeling my answer will make u v happy ☺️ ALSO DUDE UR FIRST LANG AIN'T ENGLISH? WAT IS THIS BLASPHEMY? THAT'S SO FUCKIN IMPRESSIVE. KUDOS TO U SON. Wow. damn. U. R. So. Cool. 🙇‍♀️🙇‍♀️🙇‍♀️ Ahem finally much love to Luci anon. Better reinstate their rightful emojis hehe. Thanks for letting me visit again 💙 - (not a) worker lurker

long answer so under a cut hehe.

hey there!! sorry i took so long to reply shsjs but anw hope you’ve been doing well. i have been doing alright too? i guess? lol i have no idea. i’m simply just vibing. i hope the sunburn’s not bothering u as much anymore though! and still wishing you lots of luck on the job hunting front!

oooh, glad to hear that you’ve made some progress on hades! you’re not spoiling anything at all so don’t worry hehe. i wish you luck on your future runs, you can do it!! (side note: those stupid rats. i swear. i hate them so much 😭) AHH THAN!! isn’t he just so precious? 🥺 like i realise he is death but he’s so. soft 🥺 and no!! afaik they’re not related lol i think nyx might have just. made him and hypnos? they grew up together tho, i think. oooh, love the fury sisters. they’re very interesting hehe. definitely missed playing the game but i’m still not in the mood to play it unfortunately. i miss zag tho. and hypnos. ugh one day i’ll pick it back up again 🥺😭

shdjd same tho. and ur right. after seeing all the kpop idol outfits, nothing fazes me anymore. plus i don’t think their outfits are the worst thing ever tbh :’) ugh, i agree. the main route itself is getting harder to play and the non-stop events are tiring. i want to hope that they slow down a lil bit but idk. kinda doubt they will. and the obm gacha rate is terrible but at the end of the day, it is gacha, right? :’) genshin is horrible gacha wise but there’s always a lot to do, and places to explore. plus they’re still updating the game so i’m sure it’ll remain relevant for a little while longer. i haven’t read the manga fully but i have seen bits and pieces, and some screenshots. diluc and kaeya look amazing in them 😭

oof yeah, i still love listening to achilles come down. it’s so good!! definitely very cathartic. i’m glad you enjoy it too. 🥰

ahaha, ngl i just always call him luci tbh. i know he probably doesn’t like it. but like lucifer is just a mouthful to say sometimes hehe i just know he’ll get his revenge on u for calling him that tho. belphie moo moo shdjd that’s kinda cute?? hmm. i don’t think i have nicknames for them tbh? :0 just kinda. shorten their names lol. and there’s nothing wrong with having physical touch as ur love language!! hehe i think that’s cute. i’m sure they enjoy the show of affection anw. i think i would just be way too shy to do anything like that tho :’)

ik people tell me they enjoy the messiness but sometimes i scroll through and get so embarrassed 😭 like i would like to not be perceived, please and thank u. but i’m glad that u enjoy my blog, regardless 😭 your height? :0 oof that’s a bit tough. you don’t radiate short ppl energy. wanna say ur probably average height shdkd and no, that’s definitely not me projecting my own height onto other people :’)

yeah, english isn’t my first language shdjd 😭 but i have been speaking/learning it for a while now. doesn’t matter tho, i still makes mistakes occasionally ahdjd but i’ve stopped caring lolol luci anon has yet to pop up again but it’s okay hehe they’ll get back their rights eventually hehe oh, and thank you for dropping by!! much love 💖💖💖

#oof this was long shdjd #but thank u tho for the ask. always nice catching up w u #answered #lurker anon #long post

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A lil life update

Hey everyone!

I know I’ve been very MIA lately and if you ever look at this blog ur probably like. Is this asshole ever going to reblog a cool thing ever again?

Basically the last few months have been insane!!

1. I moved out by myself in April to an apartment just for me! In a completely different suburb that I really like! I’d lived in the same place for 6 years and through that time had some really terrible/difficult times with various housemates and often the creepy or annoying or loud boyfriends they would bring home. Now all that’s behind me and I live like a 2 min walk from an adorable bakery and a florist and lots of cafes and good coffee and the streets are cute and.. it’s rly nice and good and I feel like I belong here in this neighbourhood :)

Living by myself has also been absolutely amazing and really good for me. I need heaps and heaps of space and I don’t miss living with anyone else and I don’t get lonely, so I pretty much work from home every day blasting the music I want when I want, don’t have to fight for hot water and don’t have to worry about whether I’ll have to wait for someone else to get out of the kitchen before I can cook dinner for my very grumbly tummy lmfao

2. I’m not gonna go into the details, but I had a massive mental breakdown in May and had to take a whole week off work at a really crucial time. It really wasn’t cool and for weeks on end I was in really really bad shape mentally. I’ve come back a lot from that over the past few months, but I think the thoughts I had and the way I felt then will affect me for a really long time.

I’ve just reached the 2 year mark at my desk job and it’s really made me think about changing the working environment I’m in, and to put myself first. So I might be looking to job hunt again soon (I know, in this economy lol) but I really need to get out of where I am, because the culture of my current workplace is really toxic and after trying to change it for 2 years now I’ve finally accepted that I myself need to leave, because nothing there is going to change while the same people are in leadership. Working there and doing such varied work though has helped me understand what I’m interested in and what I really can’t stand, so I’m suffering through it atm but I’m learning too.

3. Art stuff! Because of moving and work being crazy and bad mental health I didn’t make much art at the start of the year. Since about May I’ve been working on an art project together with a friend of a family member who’s a stylist. We’ve basically collabed with a concept and I’ve created the art, and I’ll be posting more about it soon on my art blog, instagram, and art twitter.

Even though being pushed to work on a series of artworks (8 in fact) in such a short amount of time while dealing with a stressful job and a Not Cool headspace, it’s helped bolster my art confidence a little and has reminded me that I actually can pull a lot off if I just push myself to work on something. I’m feeling a bit more inspired now to try and do more art that I want to do this year. There’s no cons, so I can pretty much draw anything I want as long as I have the time and the energy between everything else which is nice in the scheme of things.

_______ Now that this big art project is done though I’d like to come back to Tumblr for inspiration more often! Tumblr is really bad on iPad and my phone, and I rarely get my brick of a laptop out anymore because having an iPad has honestly been super convenient even if I do still hate apple lmao. Despite this I want to start using it again more both to job hunt and chill out here collecting hundreds of draft posts and actually occasionally reblogging them lol.

Anyway, if anyone is actually reading this, I’m a lot more active on Twitter (same username there) so feel free to be my mutual on there if anyone would like!

I recently got back into Merlin (for the 485794th time, my once and future otp), and also Dorohedoro, oh and last November I became obsessed with Reddie so unfortunately that’s still happening so.. that’s a lot of what you can expect from my twitter RIPPP I hope whoever reading this has a super lovely day- peace out!

#she's..... alive?

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writing-for-amusement · 5 years

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Commission for Confidence, 2

Summary: Y/N has been struggling with her self esteem for years. After incessant pushing from your best friend, Y/N decides to commission an artist to draw her, expecting everything to happen via Internet. However, when your phone is stolen, you try to cancel the commission, but Peter Parker has other ideas. He quickly becomes enraptured by you, and a friendship forms easily. Will it lead to something more? Or will your past fears get in the way?

A/N: Okay, this chapter is necessary, but almost considered filler because you still haven’t met Peter yet. I’m probably going to post Chapter 3 in a couple of hours because I’m impatient and since it’s already written, why not, right? Anyway, I hope you enjoy it!

Taglist: @pparkerwrites, @scatterbrainedgenius

Chapter Two

The next day ended up being much more hectic than you had anticipated. You woke up on time, but due to typical New York rain, your walk was littered with slips and multiple splashes. Not only that, your train ran late, and you were groped a surprising three times.

It was not a good day and it hadn’t even started yet.

You strode into work, dripping wet and with a mud stain on the bottom of your skirt and across your legs, but with your head held high.

You enjoyed your work as an editor for a publishing company. You’d moved from home to settle down in Manhattan for this job (though you were living in Queens); you had your own office with a view, and you were doing something you enjoyed. You got to read the fiction works and decide if it was good enough to move on and become a book (sometimes you got to help artists organize their works into a book). It was lovely for you, a wonderful job to have at what was considered a “young” age.

You dropped your bag on your desk and hurried to the break room. Arthur, a friend you had made immediately upon arrival, was refilling his coffee cup. He looked up at you and grinned, but that changed into concern when he saw your haggard appearance.

“Jesus, love, what happened? Shall I call up Charlie and have him bring you some clean clothes? They’ll be too big, of course, but—”

“It’s fine, Arthur!” you laughed, grabbing the coffee mug you had put into the break room. You poured yourself a large cup and just the smell started to warm your cold bones. “I’ll dry off soon enough.”

“This isn’t your old job, you know you can go home to change and won’t be punished, right?” Arthur asked with a chuckle on his lips.

You threw a sugar packet at him. “I know that, it’s not like I’m new here anymore! Besides, if I get sick, it’s not going to cost me a kidney and a leg because we have insurance.”

“No, it won’t do that,” he agreed as he picked up the packet.

“I’m getting to work,” you informed him, clutching the mug of coffee in your hands and scuttering to your office.

Work happened to be incredibly busy. There were more than thirty transcripts on your desk to work on, several of them rather thick. You actually ended up skipping lunch, instead snacking on an apple you had shoved in your purse before leaving your apartment. Of course, you were reminded of how you worked yourself to the bone when you first arrived at this job.

With the stressful echoes of your horrible old job ringing in your mind, you had worked harder than ever to prove yourself in NYC. Your supervisor was quick to notice how you showed up early and stayed late, reading and marking more than anyone. She pulled you aside, kindly informing you that she knew you were capable, otherwise you wouldn’t have been hired for the job. She also told you to “calm the fuck down” and that, “no one is judging you here, my dear.” It had been incredibly helpful to your adjustment.

Truth be told, you had wanted to hide from your horrible morning. When the day got off to such a rough start, you liked to hide yourself in the transcripts so that you could focus on potentially bolstering the dreams of the authors.

As it neared time to go home, your supervisor appeared at your door. “Hey, Y/N, go ahead and go home. I know you showed up soaked, you deserve an early start to the weekend. Go on, go.”

“Okay, okay, I’ll go, Edith, I’ll go,” you sighed playfully. She smiled at you and blew a small kiss before walking off.

Knowing that it would be a simple night in for you, you grabbed some transcripts to look at over the weekend. With that, and your coffee mug washed, you walked out of the office and into the Manhattan late afternoon sunlight.

It was a calmer commute back to your apartment. At least, it was until you got home.

Your phone was gone.

It must have been taken while you were on the subway, even though you tried so hard to remain vigilant. Knowing New York City, it was gone forever now, and you needed to get to work on not letting people get your information from it.

You logged on to your laptop and quickly went to your phone provider, going through the steps outlined in the “Stolen Phone” section. Losing your phone was not ideal, but you had a plan that covered this situation, so it could have been worse. And, thankfully, you had just backed your phone up to the cloud when you were at work.

After filling out the proper steps, you went to your email inbox and sent out a mass email to your colleagues, letting them know that your phone had been stolen and to email you if they needed anything over the weekend. It was then that you remembered your plan to take reference photos for Peter.

With a sigh, you realized that it would be a better idea to postpone the commission than to keep the seemingly sweet Peter waiting. You began to compose your email, once again thinking too much and taking probably too long for what should have been a simple email. Still, you ended up with this:

“Hi Peter,

I am so sorry, but today my phone was stolen thanks to the ever so amazing New York City subway. I unfortunately do not have another way to take reference photos (none of my friends are available), and I don’t want to fill a spot for your commission that won’t be able to be finished for a while, because my phone is being shipped and won’t be in for about a week. Therefore, so I don’t waste your time, I need to cancel the commission. I’m sorry if I did waste your time.

Thank you for your understanding, Peter. Perhaps I can commission you (for realsies) in the future. I still love your art, btw.

Y/N”

With a deep sigh, you ran a hand through your hair and sent Monica a message on Facebook, explaining the situation. She, of course, sent back multiple sad face emojis, but was overall understanding. Then she offered to hunt down whoever stole your phone and beat them up for making you stressed, which made you laugh.

You ordered some Thai food so that you wouldn’t have to make anything. After the day you’d had, the last thing you wanted was to get sweaty from standing over the hot stove.

As you settled into your couch to wait, with your laptop open next to you so you could message Monica, you got a notification for another email. You saw it was from Peter, and a melancholy smile touched your face.

“Hi Y/N!

Omg you live in the NYC area too??? In that case, if you’re comfortable with it, we could actually do your stuff in person! Only if you’re comfortable with it, of course, and I’d like to meet for coffee before we begin. Getting to know my muse is my favorite part of commissions; usually I just ask questions via email, but this way, we both get coffee!!

Please let me know if you’d be interested in meeting up for coffee in Manhattan this weekend; I think it would be very beneficial.

Thanks, and (hopefully) see you soon!

Peter”

You blinked in surprise after reading the email fifteen times.

Peter was certainly passionate about art and about coffee. Though you didn’t blame him, because as an artist who went through a prestigious university, Peter probably lived almost solely on the beverage for four years. You debated whether you should take him up on his offer, because, well, you did want to meet him.

You were still thinking about it when you turned on your TV and selected the HULU app. You were still thinking about it when you picked a random episode of The Golden Girls. And you were still thinking about it when you answered your door for your takeout.

Finally, as you began to dig into your food, you made your decision. With your takeout container in one hand, you replied to Peter’s email with the other. You suggested your favorite coffee shop, Constellation Bakery and Café, and suggested meeting tomorrow. The ambiance was calm and friendly, so you thought it would be a good meeting place.

After informing Monica of the change in plans, you ate your Thai takeout with a vigor you didn’t know you had. The food was exceptionally delicious today, and the cooks always gave you extra shrimp in your shrimp pad Thai. The comforting food warmed you to the core, and you felt a lot more relaxed than you had in days, even weeks.

Before you went to bed, you got a reply from Peter, agreeing to meet with you at the coffee shop at 1 p.m. With an excited smile on your face, you actually fell asleep easily.

#peter parker x reader #peter parker x plus size reader #peter parker x insecure!reader #artist!peter parker #spider-man x reader #spider-man x plus size reader #reader insert #commission for confidence

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ifsomeoneasksiwasnothere · 5 years

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Porcelain Walls [One-Shot]

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Character Pairing: Candy Pop/Jason the toymaker

Word Count: 5705

Rating: T

Warnings: Mention of murder, violence, and parent abuse.

Synopsis: A demonic colorful being, named Candy Pop, was stressed due to his repetitive routine. However, he was lucky that his tiredness was responsible for his encounter with someone who could distract him by their mysterious appearance and unstable temper, the toymaker.

A/N: Ok so, this is my very first story written in the English language that got actually complete, and I’m very excited to share it! I think that it’s important to say that I included a lot of my personal headcanons for these characters in the story.

If you think there are points to be improved, as long as you are respectful, criticism is welcome :D

(The cover was made by me.)

(Jason the toymaker and Amelie belongs to Krisantyl)

(Candy Pop belongs to DanceOfAngels)

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As the night falls, the lights which came from the windows were turned off one by one. It was the time when adults were back from their jobs, most of the young went to sleep, and the kids wrapped themselves in their covers shrinking in fear, afraid of the monsters under their bed or in their closet. Every child was terrified of the boogeyman, even if they were not so sure what or who exactly it was, they knew that it was bad, and wanted to damage them. The dark, mysterious monster who hunts those who simply want to have a good night of sleep, no matter which country you live in, there is always a myth of a scary creature that torment children during rest time.

Candy Pop, however, was a vibrant, appealing being, whose appearance would seem innocent at first sight. His clothes were as colorful as the fireworks of fourth of July, while his pink-colored eyes along with his ocean blue hair, lured the ones who were easily interested in his unique looks, although their fate was mostly being murdered by the deceitful, and colorful Jester.

You could say that his personality matches his dressing style, but it depends on his current mood that can vary in a brief time, going from gentle and kind to a furious train wreck in a matter of seconds. But, he was quite playful, and little did he care what people said or thought about him. What only could make Candy Pop truly delighted, was doing what he had always done: Sail his journey without a destination, making as much chaos and destruction as he can along his path. He was the real boogeyman, the one who would not let the poor children rest. It was told in his myth, but that not only did he terrified people before they slept, also inside their dreams, too. For him, it was much more fun, of course, since he was able to force them to live their worst nightmares, continuously, until they felt so weak and helpless that Candy Pop could consume their souls with ease. The soul of humans was his favorite dish, even though it wasn't necessary to torment them before consumption, the Jester desired to do so only for the satisfaction he got from it. He enjoyed watching the discomfort and fear in people's eyes due to his doing. Seeing them beg for mercy, as it only made their death slower and more painful, made him feel alive.

Candy Pop had to collect human's essence to survive, it was not superfluous, it was a need. He would teleport himself into people's dreams and scare them to death, therefore consuming their souls. However, being forced to do so for his health annoyed him deeply. Torturing them before getting the essence of their lives was enjoyable but it took him time and effort to create an efficient nightmare where the person would prefer taking their own lives rather than living that moment forever. He had to think, plan, and search for horror elements for every single one of his victims, just to make it as personal as he wanted it to be. Obviously, besides the fun he had to execute his planned nightmares, it was tiring. Nevertheless, feeling mentally exhausted as he was, he still needed his energy from souls to maintain his powers.

The jester's exhaustion made him distracted, as he teleported to the wrong reality that he was looking for. Unfortunately, lacking his usual strength, his mood was unstable, which was a mortal trap for anyone who dared to challenge his patience.

Adjusting his vision, as he analyzed his surroundings, he finds himself in some kind of workshop, full of all sorts of toys. His eyes dashed around curiously at the place, noticing the unusual combination of handcrafts. Ragdolls, stuffed toys, porcelain dolls, puppets, along with different versions of music boxes were seen on wooden shelves fixed on the walls. There were hundreds of human-sized dolls spread across the room, some of them with cloth covering their faces, others without legs, eyes, arms, or even with their mouths or eyes stitched up shut. Each of them seemed to have a unique characteristic that distinguishes them from the others, too specific for it to be unintentional.

The place seemed perfect for kids due to the number of toys, but to his surprise, he saw no children, only a tall man looking at him with a serious expression. But as soon as they made eye contact, he seemed to get angrier than before, his long ginger locks hiding half of his irritated look.

"This place is so weird," — Candy Pop said as he scanned the place further, pretending that he was alone in that room. Every eye that there was in that workshop, except for Candy Pop's and the ginger's, appeared artificial, yet they had a certain life in them as if those penetrating eyes were not made of glass. There was something off about them.

The taller male, who glared at the jester, looked slightly offended, but he insisted on keeping his stoic impression not wanting to make him so easily readable, even though a stranger simply appeared out of thin air in his workshop and dared insult the place he so dearly called home. The first thought that crossed his mind was to rip that playful smile away from his face, not letting the vibrant stranger say something so disrespectful ever again.

"Who are you, and what on earth are you doing here?" — The serious male retorted, still looking at Candy Pop with his piercing amber eyes.

By the strong grasp he had on a small piece of fabric plus his assertive posture, it was clear that he was impatient and demanded explanations from the Jester, which was fair in the position he was in.

His dominant attitude immediately interested the jester as he returned to observe the ginger male, and suddenly, he stopped smiling. That was rare to happen, it was not always that something, or someone, could make the colorful man lose his cheerful and but insane persona. No matter how harsh or uncomfortable the situation was, Candy Pop would always wear that annoying, jokingly grin that could drive others mad.

He stared intensity at the other's eyes, noticing how they were sweet colored like honey yet looked so fierce. Although their color seemed to get brighter, emotionless and more intimidating at every second that passed, as he still didn't answer his question. Nevertheless, the blue-haired could not care less about the danger since the simple thought of him having the chance of having someone trying to end his life made him jump on his tiptoes and beam in excitement. Candy Pop was still amazed by his appearance, his hair was long, dark crimson as blood, as well as an unusual black design under his left eye that emphasized his bottom eyelashes, which only made him even more intrigued. The red-haired man appeared charming but dominant, territorial and deadly dangerous.

"Oh, you said something?" — Candy Pop asked as he blinked, visibly distracted by his attractive looks.

Not pleased, the taller male shoved the fabric piece he was holding aggressively across the worktable in front of him, making the jester jump in his spot due to the sudden action, and the ginger breath through his nose impatiently.

"I asked you a question," — he said calmly, but with a slightly irritated tone, — "Who. The fuck. Are you? And what are you doing here?"

The short moment of silence after his ask was interrupted by himself, who at the moment preferred a short quick answer rather than a long thoughtful one. At that instant, some explanation had to be made or else there would be some serious consequences.

"Answer me. Now." He demanded, glaring intensively at Candy Pop.

"How am I supposed to respond if you won't even let me speak?" — asked Candy Pop in a fake innocent tone. — "Didn't your parents teach you that is very rude to interrupt others?"

As the ginger's nails scratched the wooden table's surface from anger, piercing the old material, the color of his eyes faded to a lifeless bright green. The jester has touched a nerve for sure, mentioning his parents was not a welcome idea. However, taking a quiet sigh, he was able to hold himself not to scream at the vibrant one.

"Spit it out," — the serious male said.

"Candy Pop is the name," — he finally responded, bowing dramatically. — "Nothing like me, I know." — he said sarcastically, gesturing toward his colorful clothes.

"...Right," — the taller male furrowed his eyebrows as he stared suspiciously at the jester. Not exactly the answer he wanted which made him deeply frustrated. An unknown has just invaded his home and knowing their name was not enough for him. 'Why was he there?' 'What were his intentions?' 'Where did he come from?' Hundreds of unanswered questions crossed his mind in a short time which he could not manage himself, and that only made him angrier. Disorganization and chaos were his worst enemies, he disliked anything he could not control. Things needed to be in his way, or his way.

"And who do I own the pleasure to meet?" — The jester asked.

"Jason," — he answered in a nonchalant tone.

"You're a seller, Jason?" — Candy Pop inquired him as he examined the place once anew, still amazed by the uniqueness of each toy.

"I'm a toymaker, actually," — corrected Jason, — "Why do you care?"

"I don't," — he sassed, grinning mischievously from ear to ear.

The ginger only replied to him with a huff.

"Now," — began the toymaker, — "Would you mind leaving my workshop, that you so kindly invaded?"

"Excuse me?" — The jester snickered. — "Am I bothering you?"

"No, not at all!" — he said sarcastically. Jason's patience was at its last, there was so little that stopped him from damaging the provocative, vibrant being who appeared mysteriously at his office. His rage attacks occurred quite frequently, although he despised losing his mind and easily snap, it could not be helped. Many of his deliriums ended in the flesh of his once friends, being replaced by a filler material, and his entire workplace was replete by proof and memories from these times.

"Then you wouldn't mind if I stayed just a little while, would you?" — Candy Pop objected, smiling wider.

"Why do you seem so interested in here?" — The ginger male questioned.

"Because of you!" — the blue-haired beamed.

"Me?" — he rose an eyebrow in distrust, and in a matter of seconds, Jason's frustrations seemed to have hopped out of the window. Praising and compliments were his main, if not only, weakness. He would never truly admit it because whenever someone showed admiration towards him, he pretended to act confident and triumphant. 'I know, I know' he would say to them, but it never meant that he did not love hearing the kind words. Even though the toymaker never really thought little of himself, being worshipped by someone else made him bloom with satisfaction, warming the nonexistent heart beating inside of him like he was alive, not just an emotionless doll from his workshop.

"What do you mean?" — Jason asked suspiciously.

"You're different," — stated Candy Pop, — "from the humans I've seen, at least-"

"Different how?" — He interrupted Candy Pop once again, crossing his arms, deeply interested by the jester's answer.

"So you've made all of these?" — A slight flush on his face was unnoticed by the ginger, whilst the jester simply ignored him as he bounced toward the wooden shelves full of porcelain dolls and stuffed toys.

"Yes," — the toymaker replied, clearly puzzled and distressed by not having his answer, however, he did not persist. He knew that he was going to stress over nothing, it was no use to demand anything from him.

"They're quite... exotic," — Candy Pop admitted, — "You crafted them all by yourself?"

"Every piece, and every stitch," — the ginger boasted with a rare, small smile across his face, proud of his art.

Ever since Jason was a child, he had a noticeable interest in toys not only due to his age but because he saw life in them. The beauty of creating and expressing his world and imagination into objects, it amazed him. He became a toymaker so he could be able to live and work inside his creative mind, getting away from his painful reality. 'You need to study more, to get an actual job' his parents would say as they saw their child's perfect school report. 'Stop playing with these stupid toys!' Jason's father scowled, snatching the wooden mannequin from his hand and carelessly throwing it into the trash can. Truth is, his family never supported him, all they cared about was having a successful ideal son, with an impeccable life. For them, that was the only way that Jason could be truly happy: realizing his parents' dreams which they could not complete themselves. But, Jason refused to follow his parents' wishes. He opened his shop where he could sell all of his incredible hand-made toys. Not so surprisingly, due to his extraordinary talent, his market got quite popular among all age groups around his town. Nonetheless, his mother and father were not satisfied, considering that he got expelled from his own home and made clear that they never wanted to see his face in their house ever again.

Candy Pop pranced around the workshop curiously analyzing the various toys that decorated the place, ignoring the unsettling feeling of being watched by the eyes made of glass. He did not interact with any of the toys as he did not see the need for doing so, yet the ginger watched carefully his every move as if Candy Pop would ruin his handcraft by any silly touch. The jester stopped by a unique, human-sized doll that appealed to him. She had dreamy, sky-colored eyes along with her short, chocolate brown, wavy hair, and stunning, short, emerald, flowered dress, surely made her stand out from the other dolls.

"Did you base this one out of a real girl?" — he asked, admiring every single detail closely, brushing his fingers softly through the brunette doll's hair.

"Not really," — the toymaker said airly, not paying much attention to Candy Pop's moves whilst his thoughts were traveling somewhere else as he spoke, — "Why do you ask?"

"She seems much more detailed," — Candy Pop stated thoughtfully, as he glanced at him, — "You put more effort into her, apparently."

Jason avoided the jester's gaze, — "Maybe so."

An uncomfortable, inevitable silence soared through the atmosphere, except for the blue-haired, who was enjoying every second of the taller male's awkwardness. But the quietness was cut short by Candy Pop's curiosity.

"What inspired you to make this doll, then?" — a familiar provocative grin spread on his face.

The toymaker thought for a moment before answering:

"An ideal best friend," — he said, — "Someone patient, kind, and loyal."

"I see," — Candy Pop nodded, — "Did you give her a name?"

"Amelie," — Jason replied quickly, without thinking twice. He immediately regretted answering so incautiously, as he turned away from the jester, clutching at the small piece of fabric in front of him that was before tossed angerly aside, — "Her name is Amelie."

"Oh, Amelie," — he echoed, giggling softly, interested by Jason's sudden excitement on the subject, — "People with this name usually have a deep inner desire for love and companionship, and want to work with others to achieve peace and harmony."

A distinct 'rip' sound was heard, and with two separated pieces of fabric made from the same material, the toymaker furrowed his eyebrows, glaring furiously at his own hands, as his voice came out as serene as untouched water, — "And you know this because...?"

"I'm very good with names," — he stated, — "Knowing their meaning can be quite useful, they can tell a lot about people–"

"Not always," — the taller male interrupted, — "I know from... experience" — he mumbled the last part.

Jason glanced at Candy Pop from the corner of his eyes, "But do you know the meaning of my name?" he questioned.

"Jason, the one who heals," — Candy Pop recited, as he got closer to him, with an irritating, teasingly, and cheerful voice, — "Does it sound, perhaps, suitable to you?"

The ginger smiled proudly, ignoring the other's provocation, — "It does, indeed," — he said, — "I'm the one who fixes whatever needs to be corrected."

"Do you know how to fix hammers?" — the blue-haired questioned softly, as he rested his hand on the worktable, next to the toymaker, to support his tired body.

"Depends on who's asking," — fumed Jason, disliking the jester's sudden approach, and glancing at the jester's hand.

Candy Pop only giggled playfully, enjoying the ginger's stubbornness, — "Well, you see, I have a large hammer that I use very often, and it gets worn out quite easily," — he claimed, — "If you'd fix it, I'd appreciate that."

"And what do I get out of this?" — the serious male scoffed.

"The ideal best friend," — he replied, referring to the ginger's previous statement, grinning mischievously.

"Who? You?!" — Jason exploded in disbelief and doubt.

"What? No! Where did you get that from?" — Candy Pop spluttered, giggling hysterically, — "I can find the perfect friend you're looking for, as many as you want, all I need to do is break in their dreams, manipulate them into meeting you, and you deal with the rest!" — he beamed, — "I do this sort of stuff all the time, it should be fairly easy."

Jason scratched his chin thoughtfully, considering the offer, and then, making his final decision, he suddenly leaned forward, grabbing Candy Pop by his collar, who grasped the taller's hands as a reflex, yet not struggling against it, their faces only inches apart. The entire workshop lost its vivid magic as the room darkened, dolls stared deeply into the jester's soul, while the stuffed toys were frayed, lazily stitched, and as soiled and old as the wooden racks. Its glass eyes were morbid alike the toymaker's, and equally disturbing as his temper. Jason's gaze was locked on the blue-haired male, who discreetly smiled in awe at the ginger's demeanor.

"Here is my proposition..." — he began, keeping his voice low and calm, — "You do your... 'thing', and after that, when they finally come to me..." — there was a brief pause, — "I'll fix whatever you need." — Jason got even closer, his nose almost touching Candy Pop's, — "Then, never show your face here again."

Even though Candy Pop was an immortal being, during his thousands of years of life, he has never met someone so brave, mad, and strong as Jason. He certainly was different from other humans. Not only because his appearance changed drastically depending on his mood as he did, but because it impressed him that the toymaker was able to confront him with such courage and strength. Every time Jason showed any sign of anger, it filled Candy Pop with a peculiar feeling that he did not recognize. A warm sensation that made seem like his heart would jump out of his chest, plus the fluttering butterflies in his stomach, which weirdly enough, did not make him sick. He did not understand those feelings, however, it did not mean that he ignored them. Regardless of his little knowledge on the subject, he looked forward to figuring himself out by spending time with the ginger for as much time as he could.

Lost in the ginger's assertive eyes, along with his crimson locks that softly fell on his dominant expression, Candy Pop spent a fraction of time to recover his senses from what just happened, blinking softly as he bit his lower lip, glancing at the toymaker's lips with dreamy eyes.

"Deal." — he said simply, returning with his common playful grin shortly after, besides being uncomfortably close to someone he just met, — "See you around, Jason."

At that instant, after a snap of Candy Pop's fingers, Jason opened his eyes, and as he adjusted his vision, he was not in the same situation as recently. Whilst he slowly got up from his messy, red velvet couch, his blanket falling on the floor soon after, he rubbed his eyes lazily, like he just had woken up from a deep slumber. Aside from him, there was no one else in the workshop, except for his varied toys, porcelain dolls, and decorations. 'That was different.' Jason thought to himself.

The lonely toymaker would often dream about the most surrealist scenarios: Buttleflies as big as buildings flying over town, seeing his dear workshop melting like fresh paint on a canvas during a boiling hot day, talking animals offering him candy and tea, selling humans in his old toyshop but every customer was a living puppet, or his dolls coming back to life searching for revenge against him. Nevertheless, he had never dreamed or seen that irritating, but unique jester, which confused him for not knowing why such a vibrant, unknown being appeared in his dreams. Shrugging his worries off like he mostly does, Jason rested his head on his palms, mentally listing the tasks he had for the day, observing the details of the old wooden floor under him.

"Who was that guy?" — asked a gentle, female voice, her question echoing inside the small room.

"Go away!" — the impatient male grunted in response, not lifting his head from his hands.

The girl ignored his command utterly and kept talking.

"He seems nice," — she continued, her words making Jason tremble violently, — "And funny–"

"I've already told you to go away, Amelie!" — Screamed Jason in fury whilst he got up from his couch and glared at the source of the voice, digging his sharp nails into his palms, breaking the flesh slightly. The toymaker's hair was white as snow, and his angry orbs a bright, vivid emerald green, unlike his natural amber ones. He searched for the girl, analyzing every edge of his humble office, only to find no one. The porcelain and ragdolls appeared to be exactly where they were supposed to be, so was the stuffed toys, along with the puppets, and the other toys and decorations. After the second he noticed his sudden explosive behavior, he took a sharp breath as he paced toward his favorite chair, counted to ten mentally, and popped himself on to the few pillows on his navy blue sofa, that was carefully placed in the corner of the workshop. Still trying to calm his nerves, breathing heavily, the pale locks of his hair slowly faded to his usual ginger color, yet his eyes still gleamed like green fire.

"It's all in my head," — he whispered to no one in particular, looking at his own feet, — "She's not here, it's all in my head," — he repeated.

"But I'm still here, aren't I, Jason?" — said Amelie, smiling sarcastically at him, but her smile disappeared just as soon as it came.

A young woman, whose wavy hair seemed as soft and sweet as chocolate clouds, stood out her bright, sky blue eyes, and perfectly framed her delicate pale skin. She was wearing a simple, short green dress that ended before her unkles. And there she stood, right in front of Jason's sofa, her hands behind her back, whilst she had a permanent scowl on her face.

Once, a long time ago, Amelie used to be Jason's best, and only, friend. She was the kindest, most patient, and the most devoted person he has ever met in his entire life. They stuck together like gum since elementary school, every memory they built side by side were unforgettable for both, including their last one. When, due to a serious disagreement they had, Amelie and Jason decided to never speak to each other again.

During a stressful day working in his toyshop, Jason let his emotions get the better of him, and his last customer was the victim of his first rage attack. Blood splattered on the floor of his workshop with a quick swing of the handsaw that was strongly held in the toymaker's hand. The moment he noticed the atrocity he had just done, he panicked, his body trembled as goosebumps covered his arms, eyes wide and pressing his lips forming a straight line. But he could not simply stay there observing his mistake, he had to fix it somehow, therefore, he separated the customer's limbs from their body like an old ragdoll and hid the pieces of flesh inside one of his toys. An exaggeratedly long, purple snake with colorful eyes was chosen to be the toymaker's corpse bag. Ironically, Amelie entered the shop just after the incident, she wished to make up with Jason due to a previous fight they had, but she had really bad luck that day. He tried to explain to her what happened, desperately asking for her help, and Amelie told him that he should go to the police to confess what he did because it was the right thing to do, he murdered someone, after all. Jason, enraged for not being supported by his only, dearest friend, spent no time to stop her from going to the cops, using his bloody handsaw. In the end, after a tense battle, Amelie was able to crave a screwdriver right into the toymaker's heart, however, for her disappointment, even though he stumbled back in pain, he did not die. Something happened. Something that not even Jason himself understood, it was a shock to him just as much as it was for Amelie. One of the walls from the toyshop started to inflate, it crumbled as a blue door popped out. He spared Amelie's life and entered the mysterious door, never being seen anew, by her at least. Still, he searched everywhere for the perfect friend to replace Amelie, someone who would stay by his side no matter the situation. Yet every single time, he failed. Not pleased since he did not find the one he was looking for, he "fixed" them by turning their bodies into human-sized dolls which he could shape to his version of better. If he thought that they talked too much, he'd stitch their mouths shut. What if they tried to run away from him? Legs removed and may be replaced by decorations such as a mermaid tail, or wood animalistic limbs. Did they see something that they were not supposed to? Make them never see again. Just put glass instead, it will look better anyway.

Ever since that day, his mental state became weaker day by day of his life, and at some point he began to see hallucinations of his old friend, talking to him, walking around his office, or breaking his toys to get his attention. But, it was not real, it never has been, even if deep down he wished it was. The Amelie who appeared in his office now and then was only a manifestation of his last bit of sanity that disagreed with his unconsequential and violent decisions. Jason did not realize that, but he sincerely needed to have someone by his side that questioned his actions, accompanied him in that lonely workshop, and forced him to get out of his comfort zone.

It was not the first time that she was there, Jason was already used to her inconvenient apparitions. Nevertheless, the girl's presence still annoyed him to the core, he hated remembering the real Amelie by the single look of that dreamy, perfect, fake blue eyes.

The toymaker glared at the brunette as he lifted his gaze at her, leaning his elbow on the armchair and resting his head on his hand.

"What do you want?" — he asked uninterested, with a clear hint of irritancy in his voice, — "Are you here to lecture me, again? Or maybe ruin my day like you usually do?"

"Jeez, must you be dramatic all the time?" — mocked Amelie.

She crossed her arms, softly holding on the side of her shoulders as she ambles through the office unlike it was the first time, turning her head at any eye-catching toy, her brown locks bouncing gracefully. Jason's eyes followed her moves steadily, but his thoughts did not.

The brunette furrowed her eyebrows whilst her attention was towards the worktable in the center of the room, — "Why is this torn? Do you even know what scissors are? You should use it instead of screwing your material up, you don't have much of it too," — she scolded, pitifully grabbing two pieces of fabric that were whole once.

He narrowed his eyes as he tried to identify what Amelie was holding, then waved his free hand lazily.

"I don't remember how this happened," — Jason murmured.

"You know that I can tell when you're lying, right? Can't fool me again–"

"Yes, I can't, because you are not here."

"That still doesn't mean that you can just keep lying to peop–"

"Take care of your own life! Oh, wait–"

"FINE! I got it already," — retorted Amelie, spinning on her heel as she turned her back to the toymaker.

Exploring the workshop anew, unintentionally, she catches herself interested in the human-sized doll which Jason specifically crafted to resemble his old friend. She breathes through her nose grumpily.

"I'm not the only one who notices when you're lying," — huffed the brunette, tugging at her own dress' skirt, — "That weird guy knew that you weren't telling the truth about not referencing that doll from an actual girl."

Jason snickered lowly as if he was a god and Amelie merely a slug.

"As I care for what he knows," he said sarcastically, "For someone who was created from my mind, you know nothing about me at all."

"But what if he exposes you to the police?" — Amelie wondered with a purposeful overly-dramatic tone, taunting the toymaker.

"Did take a look at him?"

"Yea, and?"

"Do you really think he's the type who goes to the police? Someone, who follows the laws and makes sure that others attend them?"

'He has a point,' she pondered in silence as Jason grinned triumphantly, knowing that he was right.

Amelie crossed her arms anew, glaring at the ground. But her frown quickly disappeared, a confused expression taking its place. Her mind randomly aimed at the mysterious jester's reactions to Jason's anger. She remembered how he strangely enjoyed watching the ginger's irritation, pushing him only further to madness without caring about the consequences. 'Sounds like Jason,' the last part made her reflect on their similarities. It made her astonished as Candy Pop was not scared by Jason's true, furious form, on the contrary, he appeared to be aroused.

Jason positioned one leg over another, whilst he sank in the sofa's pillows carelessly, his attention focused on the ceiling.

"The mood gets so much better when you don't speak, please keep it that way," — he gibed.

Not listening to the toymaker, lost in her world, Amelie suddenly spoke:

"I think that colorful guy from before has a thing for you."

In a matter of seconds, Jason jumped from his chair wide-eyed, — "What the fuck?"

"He was looking at you in a very... suspicious way..." — she hinted, raising an eyebrow as she glanced at him from behind her shoulder, — "You seriously haven't noticed?"

"What are you talking about? Did you lose your damn mind?!" — hissed the ginger.

"C'mon! The hundreds of times when you had to snap him out of his daydreaming while he eyed you! You really think that his hammer, or whatever, is conveniently broken?" — insisted Amelie.

"He did not say that his hammer was broken, he said that it broke easily since he uses it often–"

"Think whatever suits you better, but it won't change the fact that he probably likes you."

"Amelie, he's a guy! A MAN!" — he shouted incredulously.

"So?"

"I don't like men, and even if he was interested in me, it would never happen." — Jason claimed, certain of himself.

Considering the environment that he grew up in, it was understandable that Jason rejected this subject without thinking twice. His father was not only too demanding of him, but he was also rudely, and extremely closed-minded. The toymaker got used to hearing his dad's discriminative opinions in his daily life, and due to his lack of courage at the time, he was never able to confront him. After all, he knew that if he disobeyed or angered his father in any way, he'd probably get beaten, humiliated, or in a more drastic situation, spelled from his home. Therefore, he avoids reflecting on sexuality at all costs. Unfortunately, these fears unconsciously stuck with him, shaping the core of his personality.

The brunette opened her mouth to protest, but was instantly interrupted by the toymaker:

"Well yes, he did say that I'm different, he's not wrong, I am quite unique, and I know it, plus he only persisted to stay here because of me," — rambled the ginger aimlessly, gesturing with his hands exaggeratedly, — "But that doesn't mean a thing–"

Amelie faced the wall in front of her as Jason babbled since his main priority at the moment was convincing himself rather than her. Hiding the unavoidable joy that rose in her face, she pressed her lips so hard to avoid her laughter, that they turned white. She put both her hands on her disbelieved expression at the following next hours that the ginger endlessly discussed the blue-haired male.

Who knew that the invisible walls, which the toymaker built inside his head, were actually made of such a fragile, ironical and familiar material such as porcelain, yet he has difficulty on breaking them.

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