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because-of-a-friend · 3 years

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Seventeen Reaction: You Suddenly Being Shy

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Thanks for the request anon! Hope you like it!!!!

CHOI SEUNGCHEOL

He thinks is the cutest thing in the world and he also cannot believe he has that kind of sway over you. He's like????? They're shy around me?????? He'll do a lot of cute little things to try and get you to relax around him and be more comfortable being yourself around him. When you're not super close, he'll do random things to make himself look ridiculous so if he's intimidating to you at all, he seems less so. Then as you grow more comfortable with each other, anytime he notices you becoming quiet he'll do something like plucking your chin or some other cute gesture that he knows you'll have some sort of witty comeback for. He appreciates and adores both sides of you, but always wants to make sure you feel comfortable around him.

YOON JEONGHAN

Jeonghan will likely match your energy depending on how you're feeling. But he does have a habit of challenging your more sarcastic side because he tends to talk quite bluntly, so he thinks those conversations are more fun. He honestly has a lot of fun figuring out how to push your buttons until you two are ceaselessly teasing each other. He'll leave you be if it really seems like you're not up to it and respects when you're more quiet. He can always easily go with the flow depending on your mood.

JOSHUA HONG

Josh tends to also get shy around new people or one on one with people he doesn't know that well or in other moments he's not prepared for. So if you suddenly get shy, it'll probably trigger his shyness as well. He'll suddenly be unsure of what to say or where to look or how to act. Moments between you and Joshua tend to be very sweet and lighthearted since both of you are very careful towards each other. Any sort of friendship/relationship with each other with each other will progress slowly because it takes you two awhile to fully open up to each other. But it means that you two also eventually feel very comfortable around each other since you spent so much time building up trust.

WEN JUNHUI

He probably hates this lol. Not because of you but because he just can't stand awkward silence and puts all the pressure on himself to fix it. He also doesn't really get it????? Like you were fine around him when you were hanging out with other members or friends????? He watched you roast Wonwoo with no hesitation earlier???? But now that it's just you and him you're so shy?????? Get ready for chaotic Jun because he's going to be pulling all of the punches to get you to laugh again. Honestly when there's an awkward silence he can't really help but keep talking to fill it in, so you might learn a lot more about Jun in five minutes than you thought you would in years lol.

KWON SOONYOUNG

(Sorry for using such a big gif but he really is the prettiest man on earth omfg)

Might also be a little awkward when you suddenly get shy. He worries that he said something to offend you or that maybe you don't like him. So he tends to approach you carefully when he notices that you're shy around him to make sure that you two are on good terms. He'll actually make an effort to talk more quietly around you and try to sit really still and not make any sudden big movements so he doesn't catch you off guard or upset you. He tries to be as polite as possible and will make a real effort to start enjoyable conversations. Probably asks other people stuff like what movies you like or what songs you listen to so he has something to talk to you about when he sees you.

JEON WONWOO

Pls this is his worst nightmare. He's not confident in handling social situations so when you suddenly get quiet around him, he has no idea what to do. He'll awkwardly blurt out some random questions and cringe inwardly every time it doesn't lead to an actual conversation. He'll wonder what's up since you seemed so confident around other people. Like Soonyoung, he'll worry over you not liking him for some reason. He'll probably actually end up pulling back and letting you approach him in the future so any contact between you two can be on your terms so he knows you're comfortable.

LEE JIHOON

May not fully notice. Jihoon tends to be off in his own world anyways so your mood change around him may fly right over his head. He's not always conscious of people's behaviors and changes in them because of his tendency to zone out. Honestly it's sort of a relief. If you're feeling a little more nervous as you spend one on one time with him, it's almost nice that he seems to continue on with business as usual. It's nice that he won't really point it out or make a big deal of it. He's usually pretty gentle during conversation anyways so it's not like there's anything he's doing to be intimidating. If he notices you being shy, he might get a little shy as well, but he'll do anything he can to make you comfortable and get on your good side.

LEE SEOKMIN

Seokmin is such a people pleaser so you suddenly going quiet is going to be a problem for him. He needs you to like him so much. He's going to figure out what makes you feel the most comfortable around him. Do you want him to take the lead in conversations? Would you prefer he back off a little? Do you like it when he's joking? More serious? He'll test the waters and feel out what brings back your more confident side so he can tell what makes you more comfortable around him. He'll navigate every conversation with care so you'll enjoy talking with him.

KIM MINGYU

Also the type to kind of slip up when this happens. He doesn't know how to continue when you suddenly get shy around him. It highkey gives him butterflies, he thinks it's so cute. So then he's shy around you, leading to him doing awkward things, all while he's trying to help you feel less shy around him. He's a giggling/blushing mess around you 24/7, which definitely helps him seem less intimidating. But he very much genuinely wants you to feel comfortable around him so he'll always be as kind and friendly as possible.

[A/N: So Tumblr has suddenly decided I can only add ten imagines to each post even tho up until now, I was able to add gifs for all thirteen members. Soooo I was wondering if you guys preferred for me to either separate maknae line and hyung line for reactions, or if you want me to leave gifs out and have all members in one post for reactions, or if y'all want to do it by request??? Until I get a good read on what y'all want I'm just gonna cut the gifs are where I have to lol. Please let me know what y'all want me to do!!!!]

XU MYUNGHO

Myungho takes this in a silent stride. When he notices you suddenly get shy around him, he'll just sort of quietly take note of it. He'll try to encourage your usual sarcastic side to make sure you know he's comfortable with it. If it doesn't seem like it's working, he'll back off and try to take things slow and gentle with you until you feel more comfortable around him one on one. He'd never admit it but he is ecstatic when your sarcastic side starts to show. Any biting remark you have for him is met with a smirk and an equally biting remark. He's fine when you're more shy but he'll feel uneasy himself until you're comfortable around him.

BOO SEUNGKWAN

Seungkwan will have an "oh no, oh no, oh no, oh no" moment when he realizes you're suddenly shy around him. He also wants everyone to like him and be happy around him. He will also wonder if he did something to offend you and be incredibly nervous and unhappy until you're comfortable around him again. He's constantly hesitant when approaching you and then as conversation progresses, he'll pull out the big guns with his humor to get you laughing and hopefully back to your normal self.

VERNON CHWE

This may also go over his head. Vernon isn't always super in tune with the people around him just depending on what's going in his head. He also usually lets the people around him lead conversations anyways, so he'll just follow your vibes conversation to conversation. When you're shy he'll just speak to you casually and keep it light. When your more sarcastic side shows, he'll vamp it up and match your energy (although with him, he'll use sarcasm as a way to casually flirt for sure lol). But overall it's hardly even noticeable to him.

LEE CHAN

Dino probably also gets shy when you get shy. He may not notice your change at first but as soon as he does he just goes "oooooooooh" and then backs way off. He's the type to awkwardly laugh every other sentence when speaking to you, desperate to make sure the conversation feels light and happy. He's not really the best at navigating meeting new people and learning how to connect with them specifically. He's happy to try anything and everything to help you feel more at ease around him, though.

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beyondspaceandstars · 3 years

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Hi!

I've been reading some of your posts and I am a big fan🥰

I was wondering if its okay, maybe you could do a Loki x reader where they were best friends and denied each others feelings all the time and when Loki was brought to the TVA, he found reader there and lots of angst and fluff🥰💞😁

Have a great day😁😁💞💞🥰🥰

Nothing Gold

Relationship: Loki x Reader

Warnings: N/A

Word Count: 1.9k

A/N: thank you so much for enjoying me work I am so glad that makes me so happy! thank you so much for the request. I really liked this idea and I think it came out okay - sorry the ending it a bit abrupt! thank you again :)

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.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

Loki had to do a full-on, dramatic as hell, double-take while walking through the TVA library. He had come down to look for a variant file but had apparently ended up finding something else. More specifically — someone else.

You. You. You.

You, his best friend. You, the sweet girl he had a never-ending crush on. You, the one who had just gone missing one day.

Loki could never forget. It was like something wouldn’t let him.

He had invited you around the palace for breakfast before you left his chambers for the night. You two had been up late reading together. You frequently popped over, usually claiming to stay for a few hours, just enough for Loki to read to you some verses of a poetry book, but those hours got longer and longer each time.

Next thing you two knew, it was nearly morning and you needed at least a few hours of sleep in your own bed. He had walked you out, asking you to come back for breakfast in a few hours. You happily agreed, giving him a quick hug before parting. Loki didn’t want to let go. He remembered that detail very well. He wanted to pull you back in his chambers, just hold you for hours. Days. Months. Forever. But he didn’t. He let you go, watching as you made your way back to your modest home. He never realized that would be the last time he saw you.

Well, actually, it technically wasn’t. Because he was staring at you right now. You were at a table near the back of the library, head buried in some files but he could still recognize you. Could always point out that lovely, long hair and those soft, gentle hands. You were always a stark contrast against him.

Loki just watched you for a few moments, completely and utterly confused by the situation. The shock was wearing off and now question after question filled his brain. How did you end up here? What had you done? Were you okay? A million thoughts came over him but his legs had their own agenda. The next thing he knew, he was approaching your table. He almost didn’t know how he got there.

He stood opposite of your sitting form. You weren’t noticing him, apparently very invested in the file you were studying. Loki had to admit, that was quite like you. You were always one to get lost in the words, way deeper than he did.

Eventually, Loki cleared his throat, hoping that’d do something. Slowly, you lifted your head, brows furrowed in confusion as you looked at him from head to toe. You didn’t recognize him, Loki could see it in your eyes. He was just a variant turned agent to you. Something in him felt like it was stabbing his heart over and over again.

"Can I help you with something?" You hesitantly asked but your voice was still so sweet and kind, just as Loki remembered. You were far more patient and soft-spoken than he was.

He said your name like it was the greatest plead but you didn’t react. Loki didn’t know what to do then, realizing you were you but you also…weren’t. His face fell.

You were getting uncomfortable. "I-I’m sorry, I’m not sure I know who that is—,"

"You don’t?" Loki couldn’t help the hurtful gasp he let out.

"Sir, I’m sorry…" Your eyes began searching around frantically. Something was going on. You were getting scared, way past uncomfortable. You wouldn’t look at him anymore.

Loki said your name again, much forceful than the last. You jumped. You weren’t directly responding but Loki could see something in your eyes. He said your name again. Then again. Like it was the only thing he knew. Your eyes met one another intensely, hypnotically.

After maybe the sixth time, you snapped. You jumped out of your seat, breathing heavily, scared, surprised. It had all happened too fast Loki was also taken back. You two were more than just staring at each other. Your wide eyes were taking him in.

"Loki?"

He felt so relieved to hear his name just float off your lips. It was as sweet as he remembered. Like a little lullaby. The stabbing in him stopped.

Loki nodded. "It’s me."

"What…" You looked around as if you had no idea where you were. And maybe you didn’t but Loki hadn’t expected your name to just snap you out of it. This opened a lot of questions for him but he didn’t have time. He raised his hand, cutting off your words.

Loki nodded towards one of the bookshelf aisles further away from everyone. You nodded in understanding, following him down the rows.

Once you were a safe distance away, Loki wasted no time collecting you in his arms, his head buried in your shoulder. You were surprised for a moment at the gesture but then you fell into it naturally, like you had just hugged him yesterday. And really that was how it had felt. But Loki knew better. You had been gone for so long…

"Loki," you mumbled his name, your head pressed into his chest. "What is going on?"

Loki stilled. "Why don’t you tell me what you know."

You scoffed, breaking off the hug. You were a sweet one but Loki was no stranger to your tiny temper. You put distance between you two and Loki allowed it despite how much it hurt.

"What I know?" You repeated, folding your arms. "What I know is that I’m standing in a library with you." You looked around at the space, noting an actual lack of real books. "What kind of library is this anyway? How did I—,"

"Do you remember anything before you got here?"

Your gaze dropped as you studied your shoes. They were some nice black flats but Loki knew that wasn’t your style. You were not the business causal type, usually pleased with the feeling of Asgardian silk gowns.

Something was coming to you as you let out a soft gasp. "I was walking home. We-We had just finished a poem written by that Midgardian… Gosh, what was his name? Winter or something—,"

"Frost," Loki mumbled. "His last name was Frost and you enjoyed his poem about how nothing gold can stay. You found it relatable. I’ll admit, you may have been onto something."

A light had gone on within you. "You thought it was pretentious." Your gaze met Loki’s once more. "I called you a fool and laughed. Then we saw daylight breaking and… and I had to go home. I missed my bed. You wanted breakfast in a few hours. I agreed to come back."

Loki nodded, encouragingly, but your words had fallen off. "What happened next?"

You shook your head, that blank expression washed over you again. "I don’t know."

Loki let out a sigh and leaned back on the shelf. "Do you remember anything after that?"

You looked back down at your outfit. At least the pencil skirt was nice. "Yes," you admitted. "I was hired here. I report on variants to protect the sacred timeline." It sounded to Loki like you were reading a script. What the hell was going on here?

"But you don’t know how you got from Asgard to…here?"

You sighed, a bit annoyed. "How did you get here?"

The snippy temper was back. You were still you. Loki could’ve kissed you, a feeling that had come over him before but was suddenly more intense than ever. He would, he promised himself. He couldn’t leave you again without doing so.

"I had a bit of an…incident."

"Really? You? I never would’ve guessed," you said, the sarcasm on your words dripped heavily. Loki gave quite the dramatic eye roll. You let out a little giggle.

"Yes, well, never mind what got me here, I am here," he said, motioning towards nothing. "And I am assisting with the hunt of a variant."

"You’re helping them?"

Loki scoffed. "Don’t act so surprised." A beat. "I didn’t have much of a choice."

You bit your lip, trying to hold back a smile but failed miserably. Loki had missed this. If he focused really hard, it almost felt like you two were back in Asgard, lounging around, talking about nothing. Teasing one another. His heart was aching.

"What do you know about the variant?" You eventually asked.

Loki glanced away. "It’s me."

"You?"

He shrugged. "Well, a version of me. Another variant."

You slowly crossed the aisle, coming to stand right next to Loki, your shoulders pressed against one another. Loki’s breath hitched just a bit. He would never get used to this.

You asked, "Well, what have ‘you’ done?"

Loki resorted back to his witty humor. "Nothing good as you could assume."

"This mischief of two Lokis is unthinkable."

Loki let out a laugh which you followed suit with. You two were laughing over nothing in this random library in wherever this place was. He could barely understand it and you were absolutely clueless. But the moment of laughter was good, was familiar. Too bad it couldn’t last.

"I’ve missed you," Loki admitted after the laughter had faded out unceremoniously. You looked a bit surprised at the confession.

"Truly?"

He nodded.

You blushed and looked down. "I’d say I missed you too but I don’t feel like we’ve been apart. How long has it been?"

When Loki wasn’t giving an answer, you forced yourself to turn back to him. He was staring at you quite intensely. You shivered under the gaze. It was an expression you hadn’t seen before, he hadn’t allowed you to see. It was one full of love and interest and adornment.

"Too long," was all he said before his lips were on yours. Loki finally took what he had been craving and it was happening in the TVA library. The fucking TVA. Loki’s head was still spinning with worries about this whole thing but, slowly, he got lost in you. In your lips and softness. Your hands grasped his shirt as you deepened the kiss — you. You wanted more from him. And he was happy to give.

His hands caressed your sides lovingly, feeling and holding you in the way he had always dreamed. It was better than anything he could’ve conjured. It felt right and real. Good and… Too good. Too powerful.

An alarm was going off somewhere now. You hadn’t seemed to notice it, still captivated in the kiss, but Loki was aware. He forced you two apart, reluctantly. You looked at him, ready to protest, but before you could ask anything, Loki was placing a hand over your mouth.

Footsteps were approaching. They were coming towards your aisle. Whatever had happened here wasn’t good, something had gone haywire. Had he broken the timeline? Was that even possible here? Loki didn’t know but what he did know was there was an army on the hunt for them. Without thinking twice, he grabbed your hand, looking for an escape route.

"Loki," you finally were able to speak, keeping your voice hushed as you two maneuvered the maze of shelves, "what did we do?"

"We love each other."

"Love?"

Loki stopped despite there being no time to stop. "Am I wrong?"

You didn’t answer. That was all he needed. Now to only get the hell out of here. Loki couldn’t tell if his encounter with the TVA had been a blessing or a cure as he held you close to him, refusing to lose you again to whatever trap this place planned to lay.

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thrillridesz · 3 years

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This is completely unnecessary and completely dumb but as an avid fan of six of crows, I’m going to assign a crow + shadow and bone character to my moots today for no particular reason other than the fact I feel like it. (if you haven’t already read Leigh Bardugo’s six of crows duology, what are you doing. I haven’t yet read S&B so I’ll base it completely off the Netflix show.)

!NO SPOILERS! (So rest assured)

+ also consider this a love letter to y’all.

[My moots as SoC crows + Shadow and Bone characters]

Kaz Brekker - @timextoxhajima

Resourceful, ingenious and cunning - these are all words that describe Ketterdam’s infamous ‘Dirtyhands’. Having single-handedly led the Crow Club to its esteemed, notorious status in the Barrel in a matter of a few short years, this man is shrewd and nothing can get past him. Determined in everything he does and well-prepared for any obstacles that stand in his way, Kaz Brekker is a crook to be well-respected, valued and feared.

Just like Kaz, I think Dana is a very clever person and I’ve never really seen her break a sweat over anything even when under intense pressure. She’s strong and very dedicated to everything she does which is super admirable. I feel like both Kaz and Dana give me the vibes that if they’re around, everything will be fine because they are able to handle anything thrown in their way.

Inej Ghafa - @sunqnyu

Inej, for a wraith, is probably one of the characters with the strongest moral compass I’ve ever seen in a book about a heist. She is kind, sensitive and merciful. When she’s after something she really wants, she doesn’t hold back and charges ahead (and she's great at what she does) but will never hurt others on her way there. Inej is a crow that cares about the people around her, especially the ones she loves, sometimes putting their own needs above her own.

To me, Bella and Inej have a lot in common when it comes to their kind personalities and ability to see the good in everyone. They don’t treat people differently and are never mean to others. They may be soft hearted at times but can also be some of the most headstrong, competent people. Sometimes, I read SoC again and think of the similarities between Bella and Inej. It's uncanny.

Jesper Fahey - @yangyanghater

The best way to describe Jesper, the sharpshooter would be that of a volatile, crackling firecracker. Restless, full of chaotic energy and teasing, this man has a silver tongue and can quite literally chat his way either into trouble or out of. He lives on adrenaline rushes and when you talk to Jesper, you never know what you’re going to get. Laughter would be a good bet.

Cal and Jesper should just be twins at this point. Seriously, when it came to Jesper, I was just immediately like ‘Ok, Cal. No doubt about it.’ They both radiate such chaotic energy, I HAD TO. The sarcasm that they both have are one of a kind and I think talking to Cal would be very much like talking to Jesper. You always feel excited or intrigued.

Nina Zenik - @moonsunwoojoong

A Grisha heartrender, Nina does more than practice the small sciences and is able to quite literally charm others just by being herself! She is confident, witty and very strong at heart. Never one to care about what others have to say about her, she expresses herself freely and openly. Her flirtatious wiles endear to everyone and she is truly a people’s person. Loyal to a fault, Nina never leaves her own people in a rut.

Amber and Nina... God, they would make an amazing pair. I feel like they would both sort of ‘get’ each other? Like they would both understand each other because of how similar their views are. Amber gives me very confident, segcy vibes just like Nina does and like Nina, Amber’s loyalty and softness for her ‘own people’ (like friends, family) is super endearing.

Matthias Helvar - @berrysungie

Matthias was my favourite character in the SoC duology when I was first reading it, and he still is. Courageous and protective of those he loves, this Drüskelle will stop at nothing to defend those he considers dear to his heart from any danger out there even if it meant putting himself in harm’s way. He is a fighter, noble and though frigid and misunderstood at times, he only truly loosens up around his loved ones and will never, ever betray his allegiances.

Daisy and Matthias are both FIGHTERS. They never give up without a fight and firmly stand by their beliefs but are also very open to new opinions and are in no way, close-minded. They both strike me as very noble people and not gonna lie, sometimes I’m intimidated by Daisy as I am when I read about Matthias sometimes. It’s like they’re both so cool and I’m a potato.

Alina Starkov - @nyuwings

Alina is upright, inquisitive and brave. We’re talking about a girl who chooses to face almost imminent death for the sake of a close friend. She may be naive at first but she learns quickly and she learns well. When she puts her heart into something, she excels at it. At the end of the day, no matter what happens, her loyalties are firm and she knows her rights from her wrongs. Willing to learn from her mistakes, that’s what makes the Sun Summoner so great compared to the other Grishas who are largely blinded by their own egos.

Elle always gave me main character vibes, I swear. Especially when we’re talking about main characters like Alina Starkov. When I talk to her, I sometimes feel like she has this untouchable, special aura? Like I want to tell her everything and I trust her. Like Alina, she's got a good head on her shoulders and I’m not sure honestly... Could it be the ‘Chosen One’ vibes?

Wylan Van Eck - @lsangyeons

Another gravely misunderstood character. Wylan is first seen as timid, afraid and constantly underestimated. Yet, what hides beneath this facade is an intelligent, tenacious soul. He is polite, considerate and full of good mannerisms despite being a part of the Dregs which honestly should have taken all of that from him but somehow they didn’t. Very kind and friendly, one should not take this sweet persona as something to be picked on because this man can quite literally blow your minds.

Yu and Wylan are to me both very overlooked. Not enough people appreciate them and it sucks because they deserve SO MUCH. They are the people that everyone takes for granted. They do not choose to make themselves known or try to take the spotlight away from their friends, but rather choose to support them from the back. They are talented but often don’t realise that they are. Very, very admirable.

Malyen Oretsev - @hhjs

Malyen to me is a very hotheaded, bold and valiant character. He never backs down from a fight and stand firm for what he believes to be right and doesn't care if there’s a thousand men going against him. This is what makes him so appealing. He does what he want when he wants and has a very strong sense of what is right and wrong.

I feel like Amal and Mal have a lot in common such that they are both very daring and firm people. They don’t let their opinions get swayed by anyone - what is right is right. They are unafraid to stand up to injustice and voice their opinions. Both exude a lot of confidence and somehow they just seem like people you like or look up to.

Genya Safin - @experimentalwrites

Genya is very much like a mentor. Her personality is gentle, encouraging and sweet. As a Grisha tailor, most of her job is focused on helping people and helpful she is. She is caring towards everyone and never discriminates. Good-natured and wise, she is the perfect definition of what a great role model should act and be like.

Like Genya, Nabi exudes mentor like vibes to me. Around her, I feel like I can talk about my problems and seek sound advice from her. She doesn’t judge and can be depended upon. Her friendship is one I treasure a lot and her caring nature is what makes her so extremely attractive and amazing.

Zoya Nazyalensky - @sly-merlin

Zoya is what comes to mind when I think of a strong, independent woman whose leadership qualities far surpass that of others. Although prickly towards those she considers her enemies, she is very kind and forgiving towards the people she cares for. Even in great pressure, she is able to think clearly and exercise logical thinking. Her mere presence comforts those around her.

Simmi was the first person I thought of when I was thinking of Zoya. Competent, strategic and giving to her friends. They both have boss lady/queen vibes and though both may seem intimidating, are actually very sweet people. They have a hard exterior but a very soft, endearing interior. Precious beans, seriously.

#tag #lovely moots #IF YOU HAVEN'T READ SOC PLS DO

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t-o-m-hollands · 4 years

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Summery: Tom gets sick, you try to help. There’s also a pub quiz, some bed sharing, a broken AC and a hot barista.

Themes: Bartender!Tom, singer!reader. Sort of frienemies to lovers, slow burn, mutual attraction but they are both too dumb to realise. General dumbness all around. Idiots in love. Lots of banter.

Word count: 4k

Warnings: Drinking and swearing. Smut in future chapters, just general hornyness and pining in this one. Some jealousy, but it’s all harmless.

R E A D P A R T O N E H E R E

When Tom wakes that morning, he swears on all that is holy that he is dying. Every muscle in his body aches and the inside of his throat feels like it’s covered in nettles. Moving hurts, couching hurts, and damn it, fucking breathing hurts. He makes it as far as the kitchen before he collapses on the floor. Indignantly, he admits himself defeated. And so, he crawls back into bed and calls Harrison.

“Yeah?” He hears his best friend yawn on the other end of the line, evidently still half asleep.

“Haz” Tom croaks.

“You alright mate?” Haz asks, and Tom can hear the ruffling of bed-sheets in the background.

“Think I have a cold”

“You sound like a dying seagull.”

Tom snorts, but then winces. Snorting hurts as well. “Yeah, well, feel like one too. So, what we gonna do?”

“What do you mean, what we gonna do?”

“About today, I can’t come in, but maybe one of you can come over with the paper work and I’ll do th-“

“Oh, fuck off Tom!” Haz manages to sound both aggravated and amused as he scolds his old friend. “We can do without you for a few days, yeah? Just fucking rest up for once, will you?”

Tom wants to thank him, wants to say he appreciates his friend looking after him but speaking really does hurt and it’s too early for sentimentalities, so he settles for an ‘yeah, yeah’ and a ‘fuck off’ instead. Harrison just laughs at him and they hang up.

It takes him less than one minute to fall asleep again.

He waves with his arms and legs around him, wildly disorientated, but his limbs seem to have tangled up in the sheets and before he knows it, he rolls out of the bed, and lands face-down on the hard floor. Tessa barks at the door and Tom concludes that this must have been the noise that woke him. He untangles himself from the sheets and stands up, before quickly sitting down again. The world around him spinning in a nauseating way. Slowly he makes his way across the bedroom and through the living room.

Holding Tessa back, he opens the door, but when the dog sees who it is she tears herself free to great you.

“Hi Tess” you say, in a voice so sweet it makes Tom want to whimper. You scratch Tessa behind her ears and she licks your cheek in a thank you. Laughing, you stand up to great him, less sweetly.

“Sicko”

Tom huffs, “be nice to me, everything hurts” he says and honestly, he meant it to come out a lot manlier and a lot less pouty.

“Poor baby” you coo mockingly, and he huffs again.

“What do you want?”

“I’m here to be your fairy godmother, but, you know, wearing a miniskirt”.

Automatically he looks down at what you’re wearing. “No, you’re not” he says, and he can’t quite keep the disappointment out of his voice. “You are wearing sweats”. Marine blue sweats in fact, that look unusually loose on you and very much familiar to him. “Actually, you’re wearing my sweats!”

And what a sigh for sore eyes you are in them.

You smile at him, mischievously. “Borrowed them from you when you let me stay over”.

“Is it technically borrowing if you never ask for them and then never return them? Is that not just theft?”

“Is it technically a good idea to accuse me of stealing when I’m here to play hot nurse?”

And Tom wants to answer something witty back, but he’s too tired and the room is starting to fade at the edges. He hears you swear and then your arms are around him, and he leans against you as you lead the way back to his bed. Helping him lay down on it you pick up the sheets from the floor and you lay them on top of him, tucking him in. You lean in to pull a lock of his hair back, feeling his warm forehead. Your skin feels cool and soft against his burning skin, so he reaches up his hand and wraps it around your wrist, keeping your hand in place.

“Have you taken anything?” you ask, and your voice is softer now, less teasing. He shakes his head, too tired to even keep his eyes open. “Alright” you say. “Well, I’ll go get you some Ibuprofen and water and then you can rest.” Tom hums in content.

“Honey?” you add, and he hums again. “Sweetheart, you need to let go of my hand or I can’t leave”.

He wants to say that that is precisely the point, but his fever really isn’t high enough for those kinds of confessions. Instead he lets go of your wrist and listens to you walk away. Some minutes later your back, helping him into a sitting position and when he sticks out his tongue you place the white pill on it and he swallows it down with the water you serve him.

You place the glass on his bedside table but when you try to stand up to leave Tom’s arm tighten around your waist. “No” he whines, sounding very much like a disgruntled child. He leans against your shoulder, his body warm and his hair soft against your cheek. He sighs happily. Your heart flutters in your chest and you have to remind yourself that this is just because he is sick. He’d be just this clingy if it was Harry or Sam coming to check up on him. You place the back of your hand against his warm and clammy forehead again and he sighs in relief.

“Tommy, I have to walk Tessa”.

He groans, and you can’t help but smile. Your heart keeps on fluttering in your chest. With a gentle but firm hand you remove his arm and he whines as you help him lay down again. You stroke away stray another stray curl from his clammy forehead. “Be right back” you say, and almost unable to stop yourself you press a kiss on the top of his head.

A very grateful Tessa happily struts alongside you through the park, tail wagging and nose sniffing after squirrels. The early morning air is crisp and cold and you’re grateful for the stolen borrowed hoodie you’re wearing. When you come back to the apartment you feed Tessa before heading back into Tom’s bedroom. At first glance he looks to be asleep and you turn to leave him alone, maybe even to head to the bar for a few hours and then come back later to check on him. But his voice stops you in your track.

“Stay” he says, and his voice breaks. He pats the spot next to him in bed. “Please?”

And it’s the whiny way he says that last word that does you in. So, you climb into bed and you lay next to him. He’s looking at you now, warm and sleepy brown eyes gazing into yours and your heart stutters in your chest. This is unfamiliar territory. Soft and tender and strangely intimate and so far removed from your normal sarcastic banter. He sighs happily and snuggles up closer to you. Taking in a deep breath. “You always smell so nice” he says, voice raspy but content. Your heart keeps on fluttering in your chest and you remind yourself that he only says these things because he is sick. These are not his real feelings. This is the fever speaking. “And you can keep my hoodie, it looks better on you, I like on you”.

“Go to sleep, Tommy”.

“You’ll be here when I wake up?” He sounds so unsure, so unlike himself and something uncomfortable tugs in your chest.

“Yeah, I’ll still be here” you say and you kiss his forehead again.

He sighs one last time, seemingly relieved. “Okay then”. And he drifts off to sleep

Three days pass and you nurse him and you take care of Tessa. Every now and then Sam, Harry or Harrison calls to leave an update on the pub, reassuring Tom that nothing has in fact burned down. Yet.

You call Sam occasionally, as you try to cook for you and Tom and with the patience of a saint he guides you along and he even manages to not make any sarcastic comments when he finds your cooking skills especially lacking.

“But, it’s toasts” he says after an alarmingly long silence.

“Yes, well, I grew up on a tour bus and in hotel rooms, the only thing I know how to make is instant coffee and watery tea.

“But it’s toasts” he repeats, still stunned.

“Yes Sammy, darling, I know.”

He sighs “well, you know the toaster?” And you’re impressed that he manages to keep sarcasm out of his voice as he asks, a feat Tom never would have managed.

“Yes, the toaster. The thing you shouldn’t throw into a bathtub if someone’s having a bath. Excellent murder weapon. You telling me it makes breakfast too?” You’re only joking of course. Sort of.

Stunned silence again and then,

“Yeah, that’s the one”.

Later when Tom thinks back on those three days he remembers soft hands stroking away hair from his forehead, a soft chest where he rests his head, an arm slung around his waist slowly stroking patterns on his back. He remembers the scent of you, familiar and lovely. He thinks back, and he thinks of comfort. He thinks back, and he remembers the feeling of deep content and

Love.

So, the following few days he tries to put some distance between you two. Tries to stay away until he can remember how it feels to not love you. But he wonders if that’s ever been the case. He can’t think of a single moment when he hasn’t at least wanted you.

So, he keeps in the back, does the paper work and lets Harry handle the bar, fuck, he does any job, even the inventory, just to keep out of the main room. It changes nothing, if anything it just makes the longing in his chest grow.

But a few days later, he finds he needs a new tactic.

The phone wakes him that morning and it’s Harrison, with a voice so hoarse it sounds like it’s been mangled. He’s sick. Tom tells him to take it easy and rest up. Not even five minutes later Harry calls, sounding just the same. When he tells Tom that Sam too isn’t feeling well Tom wants to scream. But he doesn’t, because it’s up to him to keep it together. So, he tells Harry to rest up and that Sam should do the same and then he hangs up.

All the way to the pub he thinks things over, desperately trying to come up with a plan. When he arrives, he finds you on the doorstep, soaking up some early sunshine, looking happy and content with life. When you see his face however worry settles over your features.

“What’s wrong?”

“Sam, Harry and Harrison are all sick” he grunts, locking up and letting you inside first.

“Oh” you say, and your frown deepens. “Can you keep it open on your own?”

Tom sighs, pulling a hand through his hair. “Maybe? Not the kitchen though, and that’s where we make most of the money”.

“What if I cooked?”

Tommy snorts, feeling genuine amusement for the first time that day. “Yeah, I don’t think so. Sam told me about the toaster. Seriously Pop princess?”

You glare at him. But then lightning strikes you. “One second, I might have the solution, I need just make a call” and you head out on the street again.

A few minutes later you’re back, with a big grin on your face. “Okay, so I called my old tour chef, he lives here in London, and he can come in and help out for the day. So, he keeps the kitchen open and you handle the bar and I act waitress, sounds good?”

Tom just stares at you in disbelief for a second before answering. “Yeah, sounds grand. You goddamn miracle worker. Just one thing, have you ever been a waitress?”

“No, of course i haven’t” You snort. “I’ve never had a job in my life. I’ll figure it out though”.

And so, the next few days goes. Tuwaine is an excellent chef and he and Tom get along like a house on fire from the start. Tom handles the bar with his usual expertise and you drown ungodly amounts of coffee to keep up with the orders.

“How many have you had?” Tom asks, alarm in his voice, late on the evening on the third night as the orders to the kitchen starts to drizzle out.

“Three” you answer, your foot tapping the floor as you stand behind the bar next to Tom.

“That can’t be true” Tom says accusingly. “I’ve seen you drown at least four cups since this morning”.

“Three litres”.

Tom stares at you, genuine horror on his face. “Jesus Christ” he mutters under his breath. “How are you even alive?”

“Would you rather I drink vodka?”

Seemingly dumbstruck he just stares at you for several seconds before answering. “Those are not the only two options? Have some goddamn water for a change, yeah?”

“You know, you were a lot more agreeable when you were sick” you pout.

“Where do you even get the coffee? I know for a fact that you can’t make it”.

“Jake’s” you answer with a smile.

Tom snorts, trying to hide his annoyance. Jake’s Coffeehouse is the very cool, very hipster coffee place just next door. Jake himself looks like a hipster yoga instructor with his bulging muscles and his manbun and perfectly groomed beard. He can also talk to literally anyone about various coffee beans for longer than should quite frankly be legal.

“So that’s why you drink so much coffee, it’s to meet Jake”.

You roll your eyes at him. “No, it’s because the coffee’s good. Peruvian coffee bea-“

But you’re interrupted (and Tom thanks his lucky star because he’s about as interested in going into a conversation with you about coffee beans as you are to enter a chat about golf) by a customer at the bar, ordering a whiskey.

“Sure thing” you tell the man with a smile and bend down to pick up a bottle from under the bar. Tom tries not to look, honestly, he does, but you bend over right in front of him and he would have to be super human not to.

He’s certain that the perfect form of your ass hugged tightly by your black waitress skirt as you lean over will be imprinted on his mind for the rest of his miserable life.

He shifts uncomfortably and looks away.

“I want you to un-ban me from quiz night”

“No.”

“Please”

“There’s literally no way.”

“Why not?”

“You know why.”

“Nope, haven’t the faintest, not a single clue”.

“Oh, really? Really? You’ve forgotten that you got so upset over someone not knowing who A.A Milne was that you shouted ‘you joyless, fucking clown’ at him, and he, looking like an extra out of fucking Prison Break didn’t take too kindly to that and when he threatened you, you challenged him by saying, and I quote ‘fucking fight me then, you illiterate prick’ even though -”

“I have no memory of this what so ever.”

“- Even though, and I think you will agree with me on this one, you have the fighting ability of the average bumblebee with a damaged wing – “

“You must have confused me with another gal, mate”.

“- And then, and this is the most unbelievable part, you walked over to him, like you were actually going to fight him, and you challenged him in a fucking gun duel.“

“You sure you weren’t dreaming this?”

“I think the exact words you used were ‘you and me, pistols at dawn, babe’.”

You blink up at him.

"You don’t remember that, do you?” he asks, half teasing, half annoyed.

“I remember you very gallantly saving me from myself and carrying me off before I could cause myself or him any serious damage and then banning that bloke from your pub, yes. But, I admit to no wrongdoing whatsoever and I’d like to be un-banned from quiz night.”

“Do you remember 'that bloke’ breaking one of my tables in protest?”

“Well, what’s a pub without a brawl every once in a while, besides, I did pay you back for that”.

“No way are you allowed to come”.

“Please?”

“Never gonna happen”.

“Oh, you know I’ll just pester Harrison until he lets me in otherwise!”

“Not a chance.”

“Please, Tommy” You beg in a soft voice “I’ll sing you a song? I’ll sing it just for you.”

It’s quiz night and Tom has a headache before it even begins.

You are, however, overjoyed. Having joined Harry, Paddy and his mother’s team, with a pint in your hand, you’re all ready to go. Tom and Harrison are over at the bar, serving drinks to enthusiastic guests queuing up. Tom’s father is getting ready to host the quiz, reading through his questions, excitement in his steps as he strives backwards and forwards behind the bar, getting in his sons' way. The pub is packed and a buzz of excitement fills the air.

“Relax” Harrison tells him. “She’ll be fine, she’d never cause a scene in front of Paddy, you know”.

“Yeah, I know” Tom mutters and pour a pint for the man next in line. “It’s just, well it’s just hard not to worry about her.”

Harrison rolls his eyes but somehow finds it within him not to take the mickey out of his friend.

“What is the capitol of Iceland?”

All around them the various teams put their heads together to discuss the answer.

“Easy” Paddy announces.

“Yeah? What is it then?” his older brother asks.

“Reykjavík” Paddy answers, proudly.

“Sure” says Harry, “but how on earth do you spell that?”

Paddy looks taken aback at that and his mother laughs before spelling it out for them. You smile at them all, and take a sip from your pint. It's nice, being around a family, hearing everyday chit chat and bickering. So normal for them and so unusual for you. Your phone vibrates in your pocket for the 30th time that night and you know it’s your manager, pestering you with questions about the upcoming, so far non existing, new album. You ignore it.

“Alright, and the next question, which year did the first episode of EastEnders air?”

“1985” you answer immediately and Harry stares at you in disbelief.

“How on earth do you know that, and for the love of god, why?”

You just shrug and down the rest of your pint. Harry shakes his head in disapproval but jots down the answer.

“And the next question is, and ladies and gentlemen this one is a bit obscure” Dom smiles before continuing. “Henry VIII introduced which tax in England in 1535?”

“A beard tax” you answer immediately.

Harry stares at you in disbelief again. “Why do you know that?”

“Look” you say, looking him dead in the eye. “The more absolutely useless and random facts I can memorise and use up storage for in my brain, the less I’ll be able to remember about my own life”.

“Sometimes” Harry starts, pointing his pen at you. “Sometimes I feel like every five minutes I spend talking to you I need to add fifteen minutes of therapy”.

You stick your tongue out at him and Paddy laughs. Over at the bar Tom observes your table, a fond smile on his face as he pours another pint for a costumer.

“Hi, do you have any Pabst Blue Ribbon?”

Tom looks up at the next person in line to the bar. It’s fucking coffee-Jake.

“Sure” he answers and hands him a can.

“Thanks, mate” Jake answers with a smile. Then he sees you and waves at you with an even bigger grin on his face. You wave back, happily smiling.

“Prick” Tom mutters under his breath, following Jake with a murderous glare as the hipster makes his way across the room, squeezing himself in the booth beside you.

Harrison rolls his eyes again.

“See” you tell him as you help clean up after the quiz. Harrison and Harry have just shown the last pub guests out and are now helping Sam with the washing up in the kitchen. Tom’s parents left with Paddy moments before. “I didn’t get into a single argument!” You say proudly as you stack the chairs up on the tables. “And!” you add excitingly “I even remembered to say mother duckling instead of mother fucker!”

Without looking at him you can tell he’s rolling his eyes at you. “I mean, no one else started a fight either, but sure, congratulations”. Tom answers and you hear the amusement in his voice.

“Ha! I just meant to point out that you were overreacting in the way you tried to ban me in the first place”.

“Sure, sure” he says and helps you with the last chair. You try very hard not to stare at his bulging biceps as he lifts it almost effortlessly up on the table. You fail. He’s standing so close to you, and all you want to do is reach out and touch him.

”Want me to walk you home?”

“Sure” you answer, looking away.

He goes to the kitchen and you can hear him telling the others that it’s their turn to close the pub and that he’s leaving. You hear a ‘fuck off then’ from Harry. Tom comes back, and he helps you with your coat and then you walk out into the night.

There are no paparazzi out tonight, but the streets are not empty. Some 20 meter in front of you a gang of youth are occupying the stairs to a building. They’re smoking and sharing a bottle of liquor. They seem harmless enough but Tom wraps an arm protectively around your shoulders as you pass. He leaves it there for the rest of the walk and when you get to your door you kiss his cheek and thank him and you want to invite him inside, but before you get the chance to say the words he’s hurried back out into the night.

***

“Oh, come on! You must have a pickup line, everyone has!”

Tom shakes his head in disbelief and amusement. “Really, pop star? Everyone? What’s yours then?”

He’s refilling the bar and making sure everything is stocked for the day. Sweat is gleaming on his forehead as he carries in a heavy box filled with bottles of Irish whiskey. He had come in that morning and found the air-condition to be out of order, and today was predicted to be the hottest day this summer.

You’re sitting on your regular bar-stool in a vintage summer dress, looking like you belong on the cover of Vogue, sipping on an ice-cold milk-shake. He thinks you’ve never seemed more out of his league.

“You don’t want to know, believe me” you reply him, a teasing smile on your painted red lips.

He looks up at you then, interest written all over his face. “Oh, come on now, unburden your heart, what’s your chat-up line?”

You meet his curious eyes and smile around the straw as you drink some strawberry milk-shake before you answer. “It’s really bad” you warn him.

“Alright, so I’m not to expect Shakespeare then. Well, what is it?” He watches as you hollow your cheeks and suck in more milkshake. He wipes his forehead with a rag.

God it’s hot in here.

From your handbag you pick up a cherry Chapstick and put it on your lips. You smack them together and giggle. “Oh! My lips taste just like cherries!” you exclaim. Then you look him straight in the eyes and in a low voice you add. “Want a taste?”

Toms eyes fall on your red lips and he can’t seem to be able to look away. Not until you laugh, a light and airy and joyous laugh. Then he snaps out of it. “Still got it” you tease and wink at him playfully. Then your cherry red lips wrap around the straw and you suck, all the while looking at him, eyes sparkling.

Tom makes a mental note to stay well hidden behind the bar for a while.

“Fucking hell!” Harry exclaims as he and Sam enters the pub. “Christ Tom, mind turning the AC on?”

You see Tom rolling his eyes and you can’t help but giggle.

“Nah, personally I like working in a sauna”

Harry takes a look at you and smiles at Tom. “Oh, I see, it’s the old classic trick, innit? You’ve turned up the heat so she’ll take off her clothes, honestly Tom that’s so-” But he doesn’t get to finish the sentence, for Tom has picked up a dirty rag and thrown it at his little brother, and with perfect aim it hits him square in the face. “Show I bit of respect, won’t you?”

But you’re not offended. You know he’s just joking. But Tom chews his brother out and then orders him to call maintenance to have a look at the AC. Harry looks completely unfaced by the telling off, but the fact that you’re smiling at him behind Tom’s back so that he knows you are not upset probably has a lot to do with it. He walks off to do as he’s told. When he walks pass you you hear him mutter “such an overprotective arse” under his breath.

***

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Hey there! I hope you have had a great day/night. ♡♡ I would like to request a matchup in ikemen vampire. My pronouns are she/her, Pisces, INFP, and I'm bisexual. (recently came out, yay!) People tell me that I'm shy, sweet and kind but have a biting wit and sarcasm to match. The mostly compare me to a golden retriever or a very lovable cat. Im very cuddly and love showing my love to others. As you can probably assume, im not afraid to show tlc and pda. ^_^ I do struggle with mental health here and there but I do my best to work on myself whilst helping others. I'm the mom friend/grandma of the group, usually tasked with giving advice and perspectives on situations. I love anything to with art like painting, singing, and writing. I read books and currently am in the process of starting and sketching the outline of one. Astrology and witchy stuff are very interesting to me and I love talking about with my mother (she's been doing this for a while now). I adore cats and animals, even more so now because I have a beautiful siamese boy. I play the cello and currently am in an orchestra. I strive to become a nurse and help others with their mental health as well. I'm 5'3, have long brown hair, and green eyes.

When I think of what I would like in a partner, I immediately think of their personality. I would like my partner to be kind and loving, open minded, intelligent and witty and respectful. I would like for should for our interests and personalities to overlap a bit. I don't really care about height since it's not hard to be taller then me lmao.

If you can, I would love the matchup to be both sfw and NSFW. ♡♡ Blessed be!

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First congrats on your coming out ! This is amazing :)) It's truly life changing (for me it was at least, seriously, I rediscovered myself).

Now, I match you with Theo !

SFW :

- The older Van Gogh would have been the first to approach you, eager to make you feel safe and at home in this den of wolves. And without much surprise you immediately got along with Vincent, the both of you being very similar. And although Theo didn’t really like it at first, he could indeed see why his brother would enjoy your company and the slightest of warmth would blossom in his chest whenever he saw the two of you interact. You were sweet, maybe too sweet for your own good. Kind, too kind. And this only caused Theo to worry about this new Knabbeltje. He saw a part of Vincent in you, someone to protect and fight for. And could you blame him ? Boy has seen so many gentle souls being taken advantage of in his lifetime, including his sibling, and he just doesn’t want the same to happen again under his very eyes, even if to a girl he just barely met.

- But let’s be honest the constant frown etched on his features would probably intimidate you at first and you’d stick close to Vincent. And this works for Theo, although he would still try to have you warm up to him a bit. But he is clumsy in his ways and ends up teasing you and angering you more than anything. Which leads to the following situation : You showing your snarky as you wittily answer to all his words. And let’s be honest, although really taken aback, he loves it. Not only are you sweet but you in fact also know how to bite ? His heart swells in his chest. Okay, maybe you weren’t as defenseless as you seemed, which is good. But now Theo wants to get to know you and that is when he starts looking at you as an individual rather than the human girl he has to watch over.

- He starts to approach you more, actually showing you his true self and from then on he falls in love fast. he just loves how caring you are when it comes to the Mansion’s residents, how passion flickers in your eyes whenever you talk about something you like (and although he was very skeptical of astrology and witchcraft he loves to see you ramble on and on about those subjects), loves how the brightest of smiles crosses your features when he brings you with him to an Art exhibit. But most of all he finds himself entranced by your music and the pure serenity flowing through his veins whenever you play a piece. He also really enjoys seeing you interact with Arthur... Well he enjoys it to a certain extent. He loves the fact you have his best friend to talk with about your passion for writing and reading, but he quite despises it when the flirt of the house makes not so subtle moves on you... That is why Theo always makes sure to be in a corner of the room when you’re with the writer, ready to take his Hondje away in case of flirting. Arthur teases him so much for that too.

- Theo is the most supportive of boyfriends. He fully supports your desire to become a nurse and pushes you to do your best, he lifts you up when you’re down and is ready to give you motivational speeches if you need them. But he is also very attentive and considerate of your needs, gently scolding you, tucking you in bed to cuddle whenever you work too much or if he senses you’re overworking yourself. You won’t harm yourself in any way under his watch. He knows you want to take care of others but you need to take care of yourself too ! And he’ll make sure you do just that. Even if he has to tie you to the bed to rest.

- Golden retriever you say ? He is the embodiment of one too and the two of you would just be so cute together. You’re both fiercely loyal and protective of your loved ones, energetic and loving. Without forgetting that the both of you love cuddles. He might not seem like it but Theo is actually a huge teddy bear, he loves these late nights and early mornings you spend together in bed, tangling together and talking about your day. Although if you were to hug him in public he’d probably act annoyed and lightly scold or tease you. But you can see the burning love in his eyes and the light blush coating his cheeks.

- He always turns to you for advice, he loves hearing your take on things and always considers your point of view. You can be sure that your voice will be listened to and that your words matter to him. This would often lead to long conversations and debates between the two of you, which you love. And on the other hand you love asking him for advice too since he often has a very interesting view on things. These conversations can also turn into witty and sarcastic banters, both of you having fun in that.

- Dates with him would consist of long strolls in art galleries, running around town to eat pancakes and find new artists, painting and drawing together (he also loves the dynamic between Vincent and you and loves to see the two of you paint). But it could also be just sitting down and talking about your day, or simply listening to you sing or play the violin. Honestly as long as he is with you, Theo is happy.

Song :

Sweet Creature, Harry Styles

Scenario :

The wind picked up, gently ruffling the tree leaves, the colourful flowers dancing in the field. The Sun hung bright in the sky, fluffy clouds like cotton balls in the blue immensity.

Theo inhaled deeply, fresh air and the floral scent filling his lungs to the brim. He didn’t mind though. He crossed his arms behind his head, leaning back on the steady bark of a wide tree, enjoying the shades provided by its branches. His pale blue eyes squinted against the glare of the Sun as he gazed at the two people in front of him.

Theo and you had found this flower field a few days back while exploring the fringes of Paris. You had laid a blanket there and a basket of tasty foods you had prepared with the help of Sebastian. The two of you had enjoyed a nice picnic before both laying down and looking up at the sky, observing the clouds and giving them shapes and stories. Then, to Theo’s amazement, you had proposed to bring Vincent here, the perfect landscape for your artist friend.

And so here you were now, Vincent and you sat in front of easels, putting to live beautiful flowers and colours on your canvas. And Theo observed peacefully, enjoying the silent whisper of Nature and brushes on canvas. A rare gentle smile adorning his lips, one solely reserved for the two most important people in his life.

The two paintings, even though depictions of the same landscape, were fundamentally different, each carrying a piece of its creator. He loved looking and analysing your works, picking them apart piece by piece, each a shard of your mind and of what inhabited your brain. The most beautiful part of you in his opinion. He loved how gentle your movements were, how distinguishable and unique your takes on the world around you were. He loved how your views could differ and how you always spoke your mind when around him.

His eyes flitted from the painting taking life under your hands to your features, calm and concentrated, brows lightly scrunched up in a cute pout.

How cute.

He got up, slow steps muffled by the grass approaching you, the same soft glint in his eyes. He stopped behind you, observing the painting from up close.

“It’s not done yet.” You explained, looking up at him colourful paint on your nose and cheeks, probably from you scratching yourself mindlessly.

Theo’s heart swelled dangerously in his chest, a deep laugh spilling out from his lips, body hunching over as he held his stomach.

A frown settled on your features, eyes wide as you lightly glared at him. “What is it ? Is it that bad ?” You were obviously talking about the painting. Unaware of the art work on your own skin.

“Your painting is fine, Hondje. Both of them.” He explained with a grin, booping your nose with his finger. You looked down at the tip of your nose, a smear of yellow paint catching your attention. Your features softened, a light chuckle tumbling from your lips too, music to your boyfriend’s ears.

What had he done to deserve you ? Although sharp and bright, this was a question he couldn’t seem to find an answer to. But one thing was sure, his heart burned for you, a fire from Hell and a love from Heaven. And when he gazed into these beautiful eyes of yours, when you held his cheek on early mornings and clung to him on late nights, he knew you loved him too.

NSFW :

- Theo is a dominant, no question asked and good luck to get him into a submissive position. He just loves having control of your pleasure, marvels at the sight of your body shaking under his ministrations, moans and pleads falling from your lips as he takes care of you. His go to is obviously doggy style, but he also loves a good old missionary when he feels more romantic.

- Yes, I can see Theo going both ways. He can be both the biggest of teases and go for a rough and intense pace, a shit eating grin on his face as he pushes you to your very limits. But he can also be very romantic and soft on certain occasions, if you feel insecure or if one of you needs some love. In this case he’d lock eyes with you, setting a languid and passionate pace, head nuzzled in the crook of your neck as he nibbles on the skin and whispers words of affection and praises. He can be very very soft.

- He is pretty kinky and knows what he wants. He wants you. He obviously has a pet kink, loves the sight of a collar around your neck, a sign that you”re his and such a good girl for him too. He also has a thing for food play and he loves eating off of your skin. Speaking of which, he is probably the best at eating you out, spending hours between your legs and lapping at your clit and entrance like a man starved. He also has a thing for edging and overstimulation, he just loves for you to beg, loves to know that he gets you to unravel and reach heights of pleasures only he can give you. Finally he probably has a thing for choking too, though he wouldn’t do it if you’re not comfortable with it. Your comfort and pleasure comes first and he’ll always make sure that his kinks are okay for you before giving place to his fantasies. He is also very open minded in the bedroom and doesn’t mind trying anything you have in mind, in fact he’d be pretty eager to please and comply.

- Theo bites you and sucks on your skin, expect lots of hickeys, from the tip of your toes to the top of your head. Blame it on his inner playful golden retriever spirit. He just loves it when you squirm and moan as he paints flowers on your skin. And he also loves it when you scold him the next morning for leaving one in a very visible place.

- Theo doesn’t moan a whole lot, he is more of a groaner and prefers to keep his voice for dirty talk. Seriously he’d whisper the most salacious things in your ear with such a straight face you wonder if you actually heard him right. But if you ever drag your nails or fingers down his back as he thrusts into you you may get a low moan out of him, same goes if you hold onto his hair and pull on the locks.

I hope you liked it ! Take care and have a nice day :))

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avis-writeshq · 4 years

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Akaashi Keiji x Reader (Royal AU): You can’t marry a man you just met… unless it’s for the sake of your kingdom

Requested: No

Pairing: Akaashi Keiji x Fem!Reader (Royal AU)

Summary: “Your father and brother are dead." "Drat!" said the Prince Princess, "That means I shall have to get married.”

Nah, I’m kidding, that’s a rewritten quote from ‘The Princess Bride’. You were simply a princess engaged to a man you have never met. Little did you know, the prince was by far more charming than you had expected him to be.

Warnings: Fluff, and trash writing

Other: Am I selfish for being self-indulgent and writing for my own joy and satisfaction? I hope this doesn’t come off as a disappointment… also I may or may not have been watching clips of the Princess Bride as I wrote this </3

Word count: 2,700

Things you probably wanna know, for all you ‘x reader’ illiterates:

(Y/N): Your Name

(H/C): Hair Colour / Color

(E/C): Eye Colour / Color

(N/N): Nickname

***

“Chin up, (Y/N)! A princess never slouches,” Your mother snapped for the nth time as you sat sulkily in the royal carriage.

“Even if I wanted to, the corset you forced on me makes it impossible to breathe, let alone slouch.” You grumbled, your arms beginning to ache as you held the book you were reading in front of your face.

Your mother let out a sigh in frustration. “You ought to be on your best behaviour when we enter the Kingdom of Airiral. You should know that they were looking forward to your arrival.”

“Well they should know that I’m not looking forward to meet them,” you said, not sparing her a glance.

“(Y/N)!” Your mother scowled at your answer. “Put that book down right this instant young lady. What would your father think…”

“If father was alive, I wouldn’t be in this situation,” Your heart ached at your own words and you delved deeper into your own imagination.

A few hours later (you could have sworn it had only been a few minutes), the coachman had knocked on your side of the carriage. “Your majesties, we have arrived in the Kingdom or Airiral.”

Gratefully taking the coachman’s hand, you climbed off the carriage. “Thank you.”

You made your way towards the horses and gave them each a small pat on the head. As you did, you looked up to see the huge palace that stood before you. Even though you lived in a castle yourself, it was still a sight to see palaces of different kingdoms. Each palace and castle was made differently with different layouts and towers – this one was by far the most impressive.

“The Kingdom of Airiral is famous for its grand architecture,” the coachman said from beside you. “I’ve been here a few times myself and I don’t think I can get enough of it.”

“It’s straight out of a fantasy book,” you breathed, entranced by the limestone bricks that towered over you, and the dark coloured roof stood out against the brilliant blue sky. “You wouldn’t happen to know if it has a library, do you?”

“Apparently, the royal library is the most brilliant in all the land,” he said, “but those are just rumours. I haven’t been inside myself!”

You nodded, thanking him for the information, before catching up with your mother who was already well away from you. “You couldn’t have waited for a little moment?”

“It is a royal’s priority to always be on time.”

“Or in your case, always fashionably late,” you grumbled. “Anyway, who am I betrothed to again?”

“His name is Akaashi Keiji. He’s a bright young man, I assure you.”

You scoffed, “He can’t be worse than Suguru Daishou that slimy snake…”

“(Y/N)! How many times have I told you to not talk about people like that?” Your mother let out yet another frustrated groan at your words and you cheekily stuck your tongue out.

“It’s not my fault he is what he is. Besides, you didn’t care much for him either.”

“We were wondering when you would be arriving!”

You both looked up to see a kind man and woman standing at the palace gates, bright smiles on their faces.

“Kenji, Miyoko, it’s great to see you again!” Your mother beamed. “How are you?”

“We’re getting there,” Miyoko said, her brilliant blue eyes glistening in the sunlight. “This must be (Y/N)!”

Her husband nodded from beside her, “Well, you are certainly a beautiful young lady. Please, come in! We’ll have the servants take your bags.”

“Bags…?” You frowned, turning to your mother who had looked away guiltily. “Mother, I wasn’t aware that I will be staying here.”

“It’s a tradition here,” Kenji cut in, “it gives the young bride and groom to get to know each other before the wedding.”

You nodded, muttering quietly to yourself, “If there even is a wedding.”

“Speaking of groom,” your mother began slowly, and Miyoko and Kenji’s eyes both lit up in realisation.

“He should be here soon. He was training in the morning so I assume he’ll be getting ready.”

As if it was staged, a tall man walked into the courtyard, brilliant blue eyes almost identical to his mother’s.

“Mother, father, I apologise for my tardiness,” He did a bow in respect, and your brows rose at his politeness.

“Oh, don’t worry about it, Keiji. As long as you’re here now, yes?” His father chuckled, clapping him on the back as he rose. “Now, this is (L/N) (Y/N) from the Aedurene Kingdom in the East.”

You rolled your eyes, offering a half-assed curtsey much to your mother’s annoyance. You don’t miss the way the corners of Keiji’s lips rise in amusement. Ah, so he does have a sense of humour. In return, he sent a half-assed bow in your direction and you chuckled lightly.

“Now that the formalities have been made… Aneko?”

As soon as Miyoko said her name, a maid rushed into the courtyard, a bright smile on her face as she curtseyed to the queen and then to you. “Come, Princess, I shall escort you to your room.”

“Oh, uh, right. Of course, thank you.” A gentle smile rested on your face because, well, etiquette is important right?

“How was the ride here, your majesty?” Aneko asked carefully.

You shook your head, “Please, drop the formalities. Just call me (Y/N), I really don’t mind. And the ride here was… uneventful. How is it working for the royal family?”

“Average,” she shrugged, “I’ve been working here for years now to provide for my family.”

“Do they pay well?”

“Well enough.” After a few more turns, she stopped at an arced birch door. “This is your room! You should find that all of your bags are already inside and have been unpacked. Let me know if there are any changes you would like to be made, your majesty.”

“(Y/N),” you corrected before nodding, “Thank you very much, Aneko.”

You carefully closed the door behind you, and you let out a tired sigh. Well, you’re in a foreign kingdom engaged to a random prince that you know nothing about. You sat on the chair by the vanity set, loosening your corset so that it wasn’t crushing your body. Can the day get any worse?

“Princess (Y/N)? Are you in there?”

A groan left your lips. Apparently, it can.

“No, this is the cat,” you responded sarcastically, opening your book to the bookmarked page.

“Last I checked, I was engaged to a woman,” Akaashi responded, and you could hear the amusement in his voice. “May I enter?”

“Sure,” You said offhandedly, not paying much attention to the man. “To what do I owe the honour, my prince?”

“Please, call me Keiji. And I merely wanted to check that you have settled in well,” his gunmetal blue eyes looked over your figure. “I see you enjoy reading?”

You looked up at him for a split second before turning your attention back to the book. “Is it that surprising that you have to question it?”

“Most princesses that I have met would prefer to frolic around or stare at their reflection all day,” he admitted.

“Well in that case, I am not like other princesses.”

He was silent for a moment before asking, “What book are you reading?”

“The Princess Bride,” you said, “one of my father’s favourite books. He used to read it to us when we were children.”

“Oh?” He nodded, taking note to find the book later. “Perhaps you would like to visit our library.”

At his words, you looked up at him, scanning his face for any cheek or sarcasm. You found that there was none.

“Is it as grand as everyone believes it is?” You asked, putting your bookmark in and closing the book in your hands.

“I didn’t take you one to believe rumours, Princess,” He smirked at you and you rolled your eyes. Of course, it was too good to be true.

“Just call me (Y/N), Keiji,” You drawled, returning the smirk (you were quite sure you didn’t look half as good as he did, but it was worth a shot).

He chuckled in amusement, and you let out a small laugh of your own. Rising from your chair, you sent him a smile. “Well? Are you still going to take me to the library?”

***

You moved the soup in your bowl around with your spoon, watching as the white cream mixed with the orange of the pumpkin. To say you were uncomfortable was an understatement. Your mother was laughing and talking with the king and queen, leaving you to question just how much longer dinner will last.

“Please, my daughter is probably the most troublesome princess out there,” Your mother chuckled as she took a small sip of her wine.

The only thing you could do was shoot her an offended glare and pray that she wouldn’t say anything else. Unfortunately, the supreme deities would not listen to you.

“She’s stubborn and ungraceful in all aspects of her life. She’s hard-headed, scoffs at tradition-”

“If you keep talking, mother, perhaps they’ll call the engagement off,” you shot her a sly smile. “Please, do keep going.”

Akaashi let out a small cough from beside you, and you weren’t sure if he choked on his water or if he was masking a laugh. His parents seemed to enjoy your little comment and let out little giggles of their own while your mother rolled her eye in amusement and frustration.

“She’s witty,” Kenji chuckled, “at least she’s not boring, isn’t that right, love?”

“Absolutely right, dear.”

You inwardly groaned – your little comment had just sealed your fate.

***

You carefully flicked the pages of your book as you sat at your vanity. You had just escaped from that monstrosity of a royal dinner and you were tired enough. Sitting in your mellow pink night gown, you read in the gentle confines of your temporary room. Until a small knock at the door brought you out of your reverie.

“Come in,” You said, just loud enough for the person on the other side of the door to hear.

“My Princess, I apologise for disturbing you,” Aneko bowed in her haste and you let out a small laugh.

“No worries, Aneko, and didn’t I tell you to just call me (Y/N)?” You raised an eyebrow and she flushed pink.

“Apologies, your high- (Y/N),” she offered a small smile. “I was sent to inform you that your mother would be leaving for home tomorrow at dawn.”

Frowning at her words, you carefully closed your book. “She will not be staying?”

“She has to be present in your kingdom, (Y/N).”

“I see. Thank you, Aneko, for letting me know. You may leave.”

“Thank you,” and with that, she left the room.

A soft sigh left your lips as you thought everything over. Firstly, you were living in a foreign kingdom. Secondly, you were engaged to a man you know nothing about and from everything your mother spouted at dinner, you doubted he would ever want you to get to know him. Another point was the fact that your mother was leaving you to your own devices in the morning. That would be great if it was in your own kingdom, but while you were here, you didn’t know what there was to do or who everyone is.

You stifled a groan, slumping backwards in your chair. Why weren’t you born as a normal girl?

***

You were escorted to breakfast the next morning, wearing a pale pink day dress with a boned bodice. At least it was better than your murderous corset.

“Ah, well if it isn’t the bride to be,” Queen Miyoko greeted you as you entered the breakfast hall.

“Please, may I ask you to call me (Y/N)?” You responded as you took your seat.

She nodded, “Of course, of course. In that case, I wish for you to call me ‘mother’.”

You choked at her words, a brilliant red creeping up your cheeks. “I- I’m sorry?”

“Mother, please, you’re embarrassing me before I have even said a word.”

At the entrance of the breakfast hall was Keiji, amusement on his face as he saw your flushed one.

“Oh, don’t be like that Keiji!” His mother let out a childish giggle. “Anyway, are there any plans for today?”

“It’s your choice,” the prince said, turning to you. “Is there anything you would like to do?”

“May I… visit the village?” You asked slowly, thinking over your words. “I might as well get to know the kingdom?”

Miyoko clapped her hands at your words. “Oh, what a wonderful idea, (Y/N)! Please, Keiji, take her there, will you?”

“Of course, mother.”

“Alright, alright, that’s what I’m talking about!” A booming voice exclaimed upon its entry into the hall.

All heads turned to see King Kenji who had the brightest smile on his face.

“Father…” Keiji pinched the bridge of his nose.

“Keiji, my boy! Eat quickly, now, the village waits! Isn’t that right, (Y/N)?” He grinned at the both of you, raising a toast with some apple juice in a wine glass.

Leaning slightly towards you, Keiji whispered from the corner of his mouth, “I apologise, my father is quite… lively in the morning.”

“It’s alright, it’s better than the silence back home,” you said. “Uh, let’s eat, I suppose?”

***

After the eventful breakfast that left you in uncontrollable fits of laughter, you and Keiji made your way into the village.

“Tell me, my prince, have you been in the village before?”

“Of course I have, princess, it is my kingdom after all.” He nodded in respect at a salesman who bowed down.

You merely shrugged, “But have you gotten to know them at all?”

He was silent and you chuckled knowingly. As you did, you felt a small tug at your skirt. You looked down, only to see a little girl with braids on either side of her head.

“Hello there,” you greeted, crouching down to meet her eyes. “What’s your name?”

“Sakura,” she said quietly. “Are you a princess?”

“That’s a pretty name. And yes, I am a princess.” You leaned in to whisper cheekily into her ear. “It’s not like the fairy tales.”

She giggled at your words. “You’re really pretty.��

You swore your heart was stabbed by her cuteness. “I think you’re beautiful.”

“Really? But I don’t wear a tiara or wear a pretty dress…” she pouted and you laughed as you pat her head.

“My dear, the only thing that’s important is to be kind and be fruitful. Looks change over time, don’t they? Stay innocent, stay kind, and you will be the most beautiful.”

Her bright blue eyes lit up at your words and she nodded in promise. Rising from your crouch, you watched her run off to her mother who hugged her tightly.

“You’re quite the noble character,” Akaashi noted as you both continued to walk.

“Nobility is a rare trait, don’t you think?” You grinned, “Are you trying to say that I’m a rare one, my prince?”

“I was simply trying to say that you have all the traits of a good queen.”

You laughed, “I don’t think my mother would agree with you.”

“Is it because you’re ‘stubborn and ungraceful in all aspects of your life’?” He asked, recalling your mother’s words and he watched as you rolled your eyes. Whether it be because you were amused or annoyed, he wasn’t sure, but at least you didn’t take too much offence.

“Please don’t remind me,” you said, slightly joking but mostly serious. “I was never the perfect child.”

“Well, I assure you that you are going to be a perfect queen.”

“You flatter me for no reason, Keiji,” you responded.

He shrugged, offering you his arm which you took as he said, “Well, you are my future wife. Isn’t it a husband’s job to flatter his wife?”

“In that case, keep going, will you?” You shot him a teasing smile.

He chuckled at your words before nodding, “As you wish, Princess.”

~~~

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elianamarie-blog · 3 years

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Hey bestie! could i get a ship for that 70s show?

i’m a 5’6 nonbinary (she/they) with short hair and curtain bangs my hair colour is done to look like narcissa malfoys (dark brown with platinum blonde on the underside). I have blue/grey eyes.

i’m an INFP, Ravenclaw, and a Taurus. My hobbies are making music, and playing pranks on my sister lol. I love marvel, harry potter, and criminal minds.

ive been told i’m very cocky and my ego is through the roof. I’d consider myself a very kind person who’s easy to talk to. i like to joke around a lot with my friends and sarcasm is my first language,

My aesthetic conveniently is very 70s/vintage, and my music taste is also a lot of throwbacks.

what i want to do when i’m older is forensic psychology!

hope you get to mine but if not that’s fine! Love your writing!

-M

Thank you bestie! You sound like an amazing, interesting person! (And gorgeous too) I got you! And thank you SO much for reading my content. You, are amazing <3

Who’s Up For A Challenge?

Michael Kelso x reader

-Y/n L/n was new in town and found enjoyment in messing with the players of the town.

-She was known as “that chick”

-She was incredibly witty, sarcastic, cocky, but so kind and beautiful.

-She may have accidentally had a couple of good guys fall in love with her.

-She had to gently turn them down and that actually broke her heart.

-She loved a good challenge though.

-She was sitting in the Hub with her college lab partner, Donna, when the none other than himself, Michael Kelso, walked in.

-Y/n had heard about him.

-The infamous Michael Kelso. Playboy of Point Place.

-Donna called him over and as he sat down, he noticed her.

-Of course, he had to hit on her.

-When he asked her out, she, of course said yes.

- “Alright, I’ll be here to pick you up tonight.”

-Y/n smiled as he walked away.

-As Donna leaned in and started to warn Y/n about him, Y/n cut her off.

- “I know.”

- “You know?”

- “Yes. I’ve heard of this dillhole and I’ve got a plan.”

-Donna was intrigued as Y/n started unraveling her plan.

- “I’m going to make him fall in love with me. Then I’m going to break his heart and make him feel what he makes every girl here feel.”

-Donna wasn’t so into it, but knew she couldn’t stop her.

-So, Y/n went through with the plan and met up with Kelso that night.

-He got her a burger from Fatso Burger and took her to Mt. Hump.

-He started kissing her neck and making out with her.

-She knew she was good at sex and everything else.

-But she refused to give it to him on the first date.

-She was a classy person after all.

-Kelso had set up a challenge to get in the sack.

-She already knew that though, because well duh.

-She ended up befriending Donna and Jackie over it.

-Jackie was thrilled and squealing.

- “Finally, he’s going to feel the hell that he put me through,” Jackie said.

- “You scare me,” Donna said. “Besides, you’re with Hyde now. It shouldn’t matter.”

- “Oh, whatever. Revenge is dish best served cold.”

- Y/n laughed and threw an arm over Jackie’s shoulders. “Don’t worry, girl. I got you. I’m going to drag him through the mud and then hang him out to dry.”

- “Oh, I love you!” Jackie squeaked and hugged Y/n tightly.

- “Okay, now you both scare me,” Donna said.

-Donna tried to warn Kelso, but of course he didn’t listen to her.

-He just took it as her being jealous that he wasn’t going to nail her.

-Even though she was back with Eric.

-Kelso this time took Y/n to a drive in and bought her the classic: popcorn and a coke.

-Y/n was down to date 2 out of 10.

-He started kissing her again, softer, gentler, but started getting handsy again.

-Y/n smacked his hand away multiple times before he finally up.

- “Well, damn, Y/n!” he cried out, shaking his hand.

- “Keep your hands to yourself, lover boy,” she threatened.

- “Yeah, or what?” he challenged.

- “Trust me, you don’t want to challenge me.”

- “Maybe I do.”

- “Trust me, sweetie, you don’t. I can snap you in half.”

-His eyes lit up. “You must be hot in the sack!”

-Y/n couldn’t help but laugh. “Take me home, you jerk.”

- He chuckled. “Yes, dear.”

-When he dropped her off, she turned to him. “Pick me up Friday for dinner at 8pm.”

- Kelso nodded and smiled at her.

-Eric, Hyde, and Fez caught onto the challenge and decided to make it a bet.

-Hyde said Kelso would make a fool out of himself and end up being dumped.

-Eric said Kelso would actually score.

-Fez said he just wanted to be part of the action and said Y/n would win.

-Doesn’t mean Hyde didn’t try to sabotage the bet by giving Kelso wrong information.

-For example, he told him to pick up Y/n late instead of on time because it shows that he’s desperate and clingy.

-Which is what the idiot did.

-Y/n was NOT pleased.

-She made him buy her lobster and flowers.

-At the end of the night she ended up giving him a hot make out sesh, but left him to take care of himself.

-Date 3 out of 10 down.

-Now, Eric was trying to sabotage the bet by giving Kelso tips how to get laid.

-Which Kelso laughed at until Donna spoke up.

- “You got to invoke her mind, man,” Eric said. “People like her like to be intellectually challenged.”

- “Yeah right,” Michael scoffed.

- “No, Eric is actually right for once,” Donna said, bored. “Y/n isn’t like the other girls in this town. She actually has a brain.”

- “And some nice jugs,” Fez said earning a glare from the group.

- “Try talking to her about literature and psychology and music. She likes that kind of stuff. And leave out any kinds of ‘doing it.’ Intelligent people like her don’t like that.”

- “But I wanna do it.”

- “I know, but you got to make her think you want her mind, not her body.”

- “Yeah, that’s a good idea!” Kelso said and ran out the door to spontaneously surprised Y/n at her house with flowers and a...book.

- “Donna, what the hell are you doing?” Hyde asked.

- “I know, I’m such a bad friend to her,” Donna said. “I’m going to hell.”

- “No, not that. I’m trying to get her to dump him for being stupid. Don’t give the guy pointers!”

-Kelso showed up at Y/n’s door with a picnic basket, a blanket, flowers, and a gift.

-She was definitely surprised.

-He found the perfect spot under the tree and laid out the blanket.

- “I got you something” he said and gave her a gift sloppily wrapped in paper.

-She opened it up and it was a vintage psychology book from the late 1800′s.

-She was genuinely impressed. “Where did you find this?”

-Well, I heard you talking about your love of psychology and vintage things and found this at an antique store. Thought you’d might like it.”

-Her eyes actually filled with tears.

-Even thought it was their fourth date, she felt touched by the gift and allowed 2nd base.

-The next few dates ended going the same flow.

-He’d take her out, hoping for sex, she would tease him and then leave him to take care of himself.

-By their 7th date, he was beginning to grow frustrated.

-So, far Fez was winning the bet.

-On the eighth date, Y/n introduced Michael to her parents.

-They were spectacle, but polite to him nonetheless.

-Eighth date consisted of the carnival.

-As the lights shown down on y/n’s beautiful face, he realized he might actually feelings for her.

-Y/n knew she started developing feelings for him after the fourth date, but she refused to say anything. It was just a reaction to the sweet gift.

-Even though she knew he had a kid with another woman, it didn’t stop her from feeling the way she did.

-He won her a stuffed elephant, a goldfish, and bought her a hotdog.

-Back in the car, they were making out again. “I think I really like you.”

-She smiled into the kiss. “I like you too, but you’re still not getting any.”

- “That’s okay,” he whispered, shocking both of them.

-He ended up panicking to the guys later on that night.

- “So? Just go bang the next chick you see. You did that to Jackie a lot when she didn’t want to sleep with you,” Hyde said.

- “That’s the problem. I can’t,” Kelso said and ran a hand through his hair. “I tried but every time I went to, I just couldn’t find myself to do it. They’re not her, man.”

-The guys gave him crap and started taunting him.

- “You love her!” Fez said and tried to make kissy faces with Eric.

- “Yeah, we don’t do that,” Eric said, pushing Fez’s face away from his.

- “What’re you going to do?” Hyde asked seriously.

- “Just...try to make her mine at this point.”

-On the ninth date, Y/n was freaking out.

-How could she have fallen for him?

-She’s never felt this way after messing with a guy like this.

-Why?

-WHY?!

-Stupid, stupid, stupid--

-The doorbell rang.

-He stood there with a dozen red roses.

- “I got something special,” he said.

-He ended up taking her to the lake with a complete romantic dinner.

-Candles, wine, chocolates, and pasta that he had help from mom make.

-Y/n’s eyes pricked with tears.

-No one has ever done this for her before.

-Throughout the evening, he had actually engaged in intelligent conversation and opened up to her.

-He talked about his hopes and dreams, his fears, and his loves.

- “People don’t give you enough credit,” she said. “You have a lot going for you. You just don’t show this side to people. Why?”

- He shrugged. “It’s funnier this way. I don’t want them knowing this side of me, Then they’ll start...expecting stuff from me and I don’t want that pressure.”

- “Well, you’re secret is safe with me,” she said, taking a sip of wine.

- “Well, come on, you have a lot more going for you. You want to be a forensic psychologist. That’s awesome, whatever that is.”

-Y/n chuckled and explained it to him while he actually listened to her!

-She actually changed the playboy of the town!

-Y/n wasn’t sure if it was the wine, but she couldn’t take it anymore and brought him for a hasty kiss. “I want to go all the way with you tonight.”

-At this point, she didn’t care if he broke her heart, she just needed him before he could.

-The moment was actually beautiful.

-He was so gentle and and sweet, making sure she was actually okay with it.

-And it was the best sex either one of them ever had.

-As they laid down in the back of the car, they confessed they ended up confessing their feelings towards each other, including the plans they each had for each other.

- “I’ve never felt this way towards anyone before,” y/n said. “This really bit me in the ass this time.”

- “I’ve never felt this way before period,” he chuckled. “I guess it bit me in the ass too.”

- “Are we dumb for doing this?” she whispered.

- “Totally.”

-They laughed together and ended up doing it again the second time that night.

-On their tenth date, he took her to the carnival again, but he had something more special planned.

-He took her to the top of the Ferris wheel and when it got to the top, he grabbed her hand and nervously asked her if she’d officially be his.

-She grinned at him brightly and nodded yes.

- “Great, now I can give you this,” he said and took off his hoodie that he was wearing. “You’re my girl now and I want you to have it. It’s my favorite hoodie.”

-She kissed him deeply and put it on.

-She wore it everyday from then on.

-One day she was over at the Forman’s and while they were waiting for everyone to join them, they started making out on the couch.

-The door opened, revealing Hyde, Eric, and Fez.

- “DAMMIT!” Hyde shouted.

- Fez laughed. “Pay up!”

- “Wait,” Eric asked. “Did you guys do it yet?”

- Kelso smiled. “Totally.”

-Eric turned to Hyde with his palm turned upwards. “Pay up, bitch.”

- “What’s that not fair!” he bitched.

- “Oh, it totally is,” Fez laughed.

- “No, I’ll tell you what’s not fair. Michael didn’t get hurt like he was supposed to!” Jackie said.

- “No, he got something better,” Donna said. “True love! And someone to kick his ass into shape.”

- “A matchmade in Heaven,” Fez joked while Hyde handed him his cash. “Thank you Hyde.”

- “Yeah, shut up.”

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littlesliceofmarvel · 4 years

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Manipulating a God | chpt. five

Synopsis: Trying to break the information out of Loki during the attack of 2012 wasn’t exactly the easiest task, but it was a challenge you were willing to take head on. So, what happened when a master manipulator tried to get information from the God of Mischief?

Series warnings: Swearing, mentions of violence, blood, and gore

Pairings: Stark!Reader x Loki

A/N: I am so happy to be back writing on here. I apologize for the unannounced hiatus, I was dealing with personal issues and couldn’t find the motivation to write, but I am back and stronger than ever! I hope everyone enjoyed the holidays and may all of your 2020 wishes come true! Much love. xoxox

PS. There is a major storyline/timeline change here but don’t worry, it’ll match up with the movie timeline soon enough!

I know this chapter is shorter, but the next one will be a lot of fun!

For the millionth time that morning, Fury repeated the same question, “What did Loki say again? Give me the quote.”

Groaning and throwing your head back (also for the millionth time) you replied the same way you had all morning, “He said ‘the power I could find here on Earth is beyond anything your human brain can comprehend.’ Word for word - ish.”

Fury placed the pencil under his chin as if he were contemplating the meaning of life and all existence, looking down at the notepad in front of him which only had that one exact quote written, no other details or clues or even doodles scribbled anywhere else on the small lined paper. For about half an hour, the two of you had been sitting here discussing what the God of Mischief had said, but nowhere nearer to deciphering anything. Thor, who was currently your best hope in this grand old mystery, was off paying his dear brother a visit in the meantime but hadn’t actually spoken to you all day so he was of no help thus far.

In the half an hour you had been meeting with Fury, you had downed about eight coffees and your mind was having trouble staying focused on just the one quote, the meaning of it practically lost to you with the amount of caffeine flowing through your bloodstream. Your hands slightly shaking, eyes feeling fuzzy, you tried your best to keep focused and find any ideas flowing around your imaginative mind that could help out. But, in all honesty, you were blank.

Of course, you barely had any knowledge of ‘Outer Space’ in the first place, having only recently come in contact with your first-ever ‘aliens’ this week - and they were both nothing like you had expected from reading sci-fi and watching Star Trek. And that right there was the extent of your knowledge.

“What if he’s looking for someone powerful? Instead of something,” Fury thought out loud, mumbling to himself as he started tapping the pencil to his chin. Mumbling a silent agreement, you let out a dramatic sigh as you continued sinking into your chair, bored of the endless circle of conversation that continued feeling pointless to you. No point had been proven and nothing could be confirmed or denied since Fury’s space knowledge didn’t seem to exceed your own.

“God, pick yourself up a little bit, Stark,” Fury spoke in disappointment at your slouched figure, “You’re worse than a seven-year old child after you’ve had your coffee.”

Chuckling at his comment, you sat properly in your chair, straightening your back like a stiff board and intertwining your fingers on the glass table like a posture-perfect model, “Is this better, Corporal Fury?”

“Y/N, I’m not messing around here, the fate of our planet is kind of resting in your hands.”

Joking around was kind of your thing — you were a Stark after all. You knew that sometimes it got in the way when trying to hold a serious conversation (like right now), but there was nothing that could stop you from blurting out sarcastic or witty comments when people were relying on you for important answers.

You leaned towards him, a gentle smile on your lips, “I know, Fury, I’m just trying to bring some light to this dark situation.”

Fury nodded slowly, pointing down to the empty notepad in front of him, “Then try to shed some light on this.”

Dropping your smile, you pulled the notepad in front of you, staring blankly at the meaningless quote in front of you, “Have we ever considered that maybe Loki’s just messing with our minds? After all, that’s what he’s known for. This could just be an empty threat.”

“It’s not.”

Thor decided to make his entrance at the right time, arms crossed and a frown etched upon his bearded face — clearly, he had just come back from meeting Loki. He sauntered slowly over to the table and my eyes didn’t leave his figure. Something about the way he was standing gave me a feeling he was about to give us some information regarding what we’d been sitting in here discussing.

“Care to spill the beans, Thor?”

“Sorry? Spill beans? I do not under—”

“You don’t understand, yeah, I know. Just tell us what you think Loki means,” your patience was starting to wear thin with the Gods and their mysterious way of speaking. Still leaning over the table to direct your full attention to the blond hunk, you tensed your shoulders as you prepared for any kind of answer.

“There’s this belief on Asgard, and most of the universe, really, that there are these things called the Infinity Stones,” Thor spoke, treading carefully as if detonating a bomb. The words meant nothing to you, and he seemed to notice this as he began to elaborate.

“There are six Infinity Stones, and they’re the most powerful things in existence. One is in Loki’s sceptre, and as you see, it’s been able to turn a few of your best men into what you have called ‘flying monkeys.’ They are dangerous and if in the wrong hands, can create catastrophic events throughout our knowable universe.”

Letting the knowledge sink in as if you were listening to science fiction theories, you pressed Thor to go on, “What’s that got to do with us?”

Thor grimaced, as if the answer tasted bitter rolling off his tongue, “He believes that they are here on Earth. If these stones got into Loki’s hands, it would be the end of your life here on this planet.”

You processed this sudden turn of events, sitting silently as you plotted a way to prevent Loki from getting these so-called Infinity Stones, even though you strongly doubted something so powerful would be casually sitting on your planet without your knowledge, “On Earth? Seriously? Out of all the planets and solar systems and shit, why would they be here? Don’t you think we’d know about them?”

“You only just found out about them, and you’re not a regular person. So, no, you wouldn’t know about them. Especially if they’re safe.” Although you had just met the rock-solid God, you could sniff the honesty coming off of him as if you’d known him for years.

Sitting back in your chair as if hit by a literal brick wall of information, you turned to Fury, “What the fuckin’ hell do we do now?”

Fury raised his eyebrow, thinking over the scenarios in his head, “We plan a meeting and discuss. I’m going to gather the team. We meet in fifteen minutes.”

And without another word, Fury left you in deafening silence with Thor.

- - -

Within fifteen minutes, Fury stuck true to his word, and the rest of the Avengers had groggily piled into the room. Thor explained the Infinity Stone situation and how they worked, even talking once more about Loki’s sceptre — which apparently homed the ‘Mind Stone.’ That explains the mind control.

“Has he mentioned the Infinity Stones to you, Y/N?” Tony asked, sarcasm laced in his voice almost in disbelief of the turn of events.

“Nope,” I replied casually, popping the P, “I haven’t really spoken to him much, so maybe next time I’ll try to bring it up, I dunno.”

“No — no, we can’t let Loki know that we know,” Thor’s eyes widened as if a lightbulb went off in his head, “If he finds out we’re onto him, he can very easily cause irreversible damage. I mean, I’ve never seen Loki willingly sit in a cage like this, it’s probably a part of his plan. So, we keep our mouths closed and let events unfold, I’d say.”

“Let events unfold?” Fury spoke up, “We are not letting that psychopath sit back and live his little life in that cage as if it were freakin’ Disneyland. Y/N, you’re going back in there for conversation. Find out the location of the Infinity Stones and his plan with them.”

I ran a hand through my hair, sitting upright with a tight smile, “Fury, I hate to disagree with you, but... I disagree with you. Look, Thor’s right, we can’t let him know we’re onto him about this because he can easily just... get out of here, or call his little backup boys or something. I’ll go talk to him and try my best to get everything that I can from him, but I doubt he’ll give in that easily,” I let out a sigh, trying my best to ignore the looks that everyone was giving me, “Just, give me a few days.”

And that’s exactly what Fury did.

Sitting face to face with Loki got less intimidating every time I did it. Probably because he looked sicker every time I saw him. Not that he was any less captivating — his blue eyes held numerous mysterious emotions and the smirk on his lips proved that he had secrets I wanted to know, but the fact that he looked as if his entire life was crumbling before his eyes made me feel like my job might just get a little easier.

“You’re back,” Loki smirked at me as I walked into the room. For the first time in about three days, I wasn’t wearing a tactical suit — meaning I didn’t feel as on edge, my body finally getting to experience comfort. My y/h/c hair flowed loosely down my shoulders and rested on my plain white t-shirt which was tucked into a tight pair of jeans.

“Yeah, hi,” I smiled, my mind replaying what Nat and I discussed this morning.

Be kind to him. Understand him. Relate to him.

Relating to Loki might be the toughest challenge out of the three, but my mind was witty enough to come up with something that made sense.

“I’ve persuaded them to let you eat if you want,” I smiled, looking down at the brown paper bag in my hand and held it out, “I’ve got a bagel and a hashbrown. I don’t know if you even eat, but this is good shit in my opinion.”

“I do not want it, but I appreciate the effort, Y/N.”

The way my name rolled off his tongue sent shivers down my spine, and I mentally smacked myself for focusing on it. He sat in the corner of the cell, leaning against the glass wall with his green cloak wrapped around him. His eyes looked more sunken in than last time I saw him and a part of me felt bad knowing he was probably losing his mind in here.

“If ever you do need anything, though, you can ask me — I know how to get my way with these people,” I smiled at him as kindly as I could, sitting down in the small chair in front of the glass.

He chuckled, eyes raking over my body quickly before locking back with mine, “Change of heart from our last conversation, wouldn’t you say?”

Now it was my turn to laugh slightly, remembering the last time I spoke to him and how different the encounter was, “Doesn’t change the fact that you will do as I say, but, I am human and I do have feelings. I’m not too good at the ‘being mean’ part. Even though I act like it.” That was totally a lie — I could slam and call out people in an instant — but I needed to play the role of a sweetheart if I wanted to get him to believe I had good intentions.

“You don’t seem like someone who has trouble being mean,” Loki scoffed, shrugging his shoulders backwards.

“The fuck is that supposed to mean?” I raised an eyebrow at him, glaring him down as best as I could.

“Decipher it however you want,” he leaned his head backwards and gave me a weak smile. Something about him looked incredibly off and as much as it seemed like he was faking it for help, a tiny sliver of my mind told me he was being genuine and he needed help.

“Uh, so, how have you been?” I tried to strike up a casual conversation, still trying to figure out a way to pop the Infinity Stones in.

He gave me a quizzical look, “Just peachy. What do you think? I’m bored.”

I smiled down at the ground, an idea popping into my head, “Well, what if we played a game? To get to know each other? Like, Never Have I Ever or 20 questions?”

Loki rolled his eyes, “No, thank you. You seem incredibly boring.”

“I’ll pretend I didn’t hear that,” I scoffed, flicking a strand of my hair over my shoulder, “I’m bored too, this will give me something to do.”

Loki’s eyes flickered with an idea, and as he opened his mouth I knew I’d regret giving him the option to play.

“What do I get out of this?” He smirked coyly, crossing his arms over his chest.

Rolling my eyes, I pointed to the brown bag on the floor, “Food, duh.” There was nothing else I could possibly offer Loki — nothing that was good, anyways. I knew he’d ask to set him free, but that was not an option in anyone’s books.

“Not good enough, princess,” he shook his eyes, eyes playfully tracing my figure.

“Well,” I began, “You also get me as a friend!”

The playful smile disappeared from his face, “Oh, yeah, that’s totally what I want.”

“Stop being a bitch, Loki, and just ask me a question.”

He placed his fingers on his chin as if pondering the situation for a moment before his eyes lit up and he shot me a toothy grin, the dark ideas swirling around his mind ready to break free from their cages. Was I going to regret this? Yeah, probably. Was I going to back down? No.

“Fine, let’s play.”

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My OCs (A Masterpost)

So, you wanna get to know my OCs, eh? Great! That’d make my day! I appreciate your interest more than you know! :) I have a lot of OCs, I will admit, many more than will ever show up here on tumblr. I will only include, in this post, those that have had drabbles written about them and/or people have expressed interest in. The current number of OCs featured on my tumblr is 12; Milo, Anton, Jackson, Valerie, Elias, Risa, Samson, Cindy, Moe, Damien, and Marcelo.

Character bios are below the read more, because, trust me, there is a LOT more to read!

Milo’s Story: A Complete and Utter Mess

Milo O’Malley He’s lean, he’s definitely not mean, and he’s nearly exactly five feet of skin and bone and little else. Beaten down repeatedly through his life, this kid (who doesn’t even look like a kid anymore) resigned himself to a life of harsh, relentless work until his body inevitably gives out on him when he turns 26. Oh, except, it seems a very powerful tiger sprite is trying to possess his body, and he actually doesn’t want to die. And he’s been “adopted” by a giant pick-axe wielding dad-friend named Jackson, who also insists he lives on. Milo isn’t much of a looker, not anymore, with a gaunt, ghoul-like face, dull green eyes, and a shaved head (easier to keep clean when you don’t really have a place to get clean). He is, as I mentioned earlier, five feet tall, thanks to malnutrition through his early years, and dangerously thin. He’s of Irish descent, though his pale skin has long become a sickly gray. After living with Jackson for a while though, his red hair’ll grow out a bit and he’ll get back some of that snow-white European paper skin. As far as he knows, Milo is straight, but he’s never really been in a relationship before. Milo’s Playlist

Jackson Pitolua Jackson is the ideal dad-friend. He’s kind, he’s caring, protective, intelligent, and has a witty sense of humor. He’s been through some very rough times in his life, has had his fair share of terrifying, nightmare-inducing experiences, but this refining fire has left him who he is, and he doesn’t soon forget it. Not all his emotional wounds have completely healed, though, but at least his coping mechanism is seeking to help others as much as possible. As much as he’s grown, he’s still young, and he still hungers for adventure, doing so regularly as both a hobby and a profession. This has led him to meeting and literally adopting Anton, and figuratively adopting Milo. In terms of physical descriptions, Jackson is 6-feet-10-inches and over 200 lbs of pure muscle, with short black hair, a large nose, warm brown eyes, and wide smile missing at least one tooth. His Polynesian descent grants him darker skin, and he’s gotten his fair share of tribal tattoos, with one climbing up his arm to just under his left ear, and another adorning his right leg. His adventuring has led him to be in need of a patron, and so he has chosen one, his allegiance to his Samoan goddess of choice emblazoned all over his back. If he were to be put into any Dungeons & Dragons class, it would be barbarian, because he favors little armor and wields a pickaxe that weighs twice or perhaps even thrice that of Milo. Jackson is straight. Jackson’s Playlist

Anton (Pitolua) Anton is a bit different from others, in that he is not human. He’s from a race of humanoids known as the Night People, carnivorous humans with a very base, tribalistic society. Anton left it in a heartbeat to go with Jackson when he was around the age of 17, after hearing all the wonderful, magical things the modern world had. Anton had his first taste of indoor life and decided he would never go outside ever again. Jackson didn’t allow for this, but Anton has remained rather partial to his static, sustained environments. Anton is a strange one in terms of personality, having lived in a competitive survival situation his whole life and suddenly plopped into one where everyone’s on fair ground. He’s picked up the english language quickly, but he’s still working on his mannerisms, so he can often come off rather cold or harsh, but he means well. He’s protective of his new family, and would give his life for them in a second. Appearance-wise, I am still undecided. I’ve sketched multiple designs, but I haven’t found one that I really enjoy yet. Some features I have decided on though are sharp claws instead of nails, sharp teeth, clawed, long-toed feet with rotating ankle joints and opposable thumbs. Distinguishing features for Anton specifically are his long, black hair and the long scar down his left arm from a nasty fall he took in his youth. Anton, sexually-speaking, is very young and not sure about anything and, for now, forbidden from the act of it by Jackson, who’s nervous he might take after the rather… animalistic sexual habits of his people. Luckily, Anton plays Fortnite and doesn’t get out a lot, so Jackson doesn’t need to worry too much (yet).

Valerie Floraison A wood elf in a modern world, Valerie was raised mostly in Detroit with her nine sisters. Their family made trips back and forth between home and their parents’ home in another realm throughout her childhood so she could still retain her culture. Her family struggled financially all her life, a combination of poor decisions and bad luck, when left Valerie hungry for a life outside of the projects. She moved to D.C. after graduating top of her class at a college in the other realm, and joined the newly-publicized Magic Affairs Agency, becoming head of resource management in no time. She’s got a fiery, stubborn spirit about her, and it’s easy to see her as shallow and materialistic, but she really does care about people. Well, except maybe Jackson. Her sister was engaged to Jackson, and died fighting with him against a manticore. Valerie blames Jackson for her sister’s death. She’s not quite over it yet. As courtesy of her job and career, she’s quite good at wearing a pleasant face, even when she may or may not desire to strangle you. She has a habit of getting a bit physical when angry, never anything beyond a slap, and she does tend to feel bad about it afterwards. Valerie is almost exactly 6 feet tall, with a thin and willowy figure. She has those long elf-ears, which bear a moderate number of piercings each. She has darker skin with long, wavy black hair that’s usually down, falling over her shoulders, and purple eyes. She favors the finer things in life, so it’s rare that you’ll ever see her out of a dress or not wearing heels. On her left hand is a small rune she had tattooed there that grants a permanent illusion perfectly-applied make-up on her face (no, this did not come cheap). Valerie, in college, double-majored in finances and illusion magic, with a minor in magical cloth manipulation. If she’s not wearing Gucchi, she’s wearing her own couture.

Elias and the Terrible, Horrible, No-Good, Very Bad Life

Elias Benson Native to the lands of Utah, Elias has never really had an outstanding good time in his life. His family never liked him and kicked him out of the house before he was a legal adult, which resulted in him moving across the country on his own before he was really ready. He’s had relationships before too, and none of them were healthy. He’s a gentle soul, but the world hasn’t really given him a chance to prove it, so he’s turned out to be a bit of a punk, and a lot of an idiot. Even so, he’s a truly good person, even if his language (and observable intelligence) belies it. Elias, before he meets the bounty hunter Risa, is about 5”9, and is pretty gaunt. He’s not quite Milo-levels of emaciation, but he’s not exactly looking great either at around 130 lbs. He’s got short, curly brown hair and big, green eyes, and a little nose stud on the left side. Bruises around his neck were pretty much perpetual from his girlfriend. He also was never terribly clean, so he was usually kinda grungy. After meeting Risa, things more or less took a sharp 180–he got and stayed clean, and bumped his weight up to almost 200 lbs through healthy diet and strict workout regimen. If he gave thought to it and knew it was a thing, he’d identify as asexual or straight.

Elias’ Playlist

Risa Literally out of this world, I like to describe her as a psychopath who accidentally gave herself a soul–because she kinda did. She’s from another planet in the future in a different universe, and was originally a complete sociopath. Not the “mwahaha I like murder because it’s fun” kinda thing, but she just didn’t feel things the same way or at all as other people, literally incapable of most emotions. She was wicked smart though, and after many years of learning about machines and how to be a witch, she complete switched her weak, fleshy body for a metal one and a computer chip brain. Due to an error on her part, however, this robot brain opened up neural pathways for her to experience and use emotions other than want and annoyance. Not that that slowed down her bounty hunting career in the slightest. She’s a planeswalker of sorts, meaning that she’s particularly good at finding her way around the multiverse, and takes advantage of it and the many job opportunities presented because of it. She’s a grade-A badass, also a bit op, and she’s lets people know it. She (kidnapped? Adopted? Enslaved? Took in? There is no good word for how she got Elias) got Elias as her henchman because she was bored and accidentally got attached. Risa is cold, calculating, greedy, and apathetic unless there’s money in it for her. She also has a sense of humor and sarcasm that usually smacks harder than a bullwhip. When she’s not on a job or in a rush, she can also be incredibly, horribly, awfully petty, and takes advantage of her often-if-not-always superior resources to smack down her enemies like flies. She’s a very practical person, and will always choose the most logical pathway in any situation. Risa is lesbian, but the only people she’s ever been attracted to in any way at all is her computer wife Carol, and a giant, sentient, anti-orbital gun she met once on a distant world. Risa is the most difficult to describe in words for me. She’s designed her body to be lightweight but incredibly strong, with minor force manipulation. Thanks to a very expensive coat of paint and arrangement of parts inside her, if she goes ten minutes without direct observation, she becomes completely invisible and partially intangible. She’s not powered by fusion or fission, but rather, a captured god that resides in an enchanted jar in her chest cavity. Her body lacks a lot of humanistic features, being mostly a very smooth, rounded head with antennae on either side that resemble ears, and often move like them too. It wasn’t until she got Elias that she finally installed a proper mouth on herself as well. Risa’s Playlist

Samson Callidan Samson is a very gentle soul who speaks softly, and tends to not speak for long either. He’s wise and observant and a very good listener, because likely, no matter who you are, he cares, at least a little. He had a harsh mother who taught him whats-what, growing up in deep Texas. He has the ability to force people to do as he says, as long as he’s commanding them, like a built in command spell from D&D. Luckily, his mother knew him better than he realized and she was always able to stuff something in his mouth and taught him that his power wasn’t to be misused. Samson is not a young man anymore, but is old, and his parents would say he’s been old since he was about twelve. He’s a religious man, a devout member of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints, though he didn’t join until well into his twenties, after mission age. He still has done his fair share of traveling, and some of it he even enjoyed. One trip into another realm left him handicapped, with only one functioning eye, and he’d say in a heartbeat that that was the worst time in his life. Luckily, his second wife, Cindy, thinks eyepatches look cool. He and Cindy live alone, way up in the mountains of Utah in a tiny little cabin he and she built together. They have had no kids together, but he plays grandfather to Cindy’s children from a previous marriage of hers. Samson is a gentle giant, roughly 6’’5 and of various European descent. He has tan, leathery skin, with a kind, gray eye, and his hair has long-since grayed, though once it had been a lovely gold. He’s built thick, with a strong figure that Cindy keeps filled out, and despite his age, he’s retained a generous portion of strength from his youth. He’s got a large scar that stretches across his face, going over his left eye, nose, and just barely missing his mouth. His nose, once handsome, is disfigured at the tip, and his eye is a badly-healed, still-freshly scarred pit in his eye socket, though one does not usually see it beneath his eyepatch.

It’s Too Damn Cold To Be A Superhero Today

Damien Lowry Yet another upcycled character, I’m still kinda pulling off the cobwebs and dusting him off, so his backstory may be subject to change. But, as a person, Damien is stubborn as a mountain, and the kind of person whose idea of ‘relaxation’ is more work, but work he wants to do. He’s pretty easy to get along with, but he won’t tell you if he doesn’t like you, he’ll just avoid you. He bounced between homes as a child, traded constantly between his sweet-yet-frail grandparents, his constantly sick or injured mother, or his perpetually drunk father. He’s pretty quiet, a result of too much time spent alone, or too many voices in his head. The voices, fortunately, give him a handful of powers to use as he pleases, and he does so, wielding them under the guise of the superhero, the Alchemist, so named for his ability to summon substances at will. Unfortunately, the power is very specific, and Damien never graduated highschool, so chemistry is a bit foreign to him. But he manages. Damien is mostly only interested in women, a couple men catching his eye throughout his life, but nothing ever really progressed further than crushes, and he’s never had a steady relationship. Damien stands at roughly 5’‘10, and while he’s not starving or emaciated, he’s still on the skinny side, but is deceivingly strong. He has some Native American in him, giving him darker features, including brown eyes and shaggy, usually un-kept black hair. His teeth are noticeably crooked and slightly yellowed, so he usually doesn’t smile with his teeth. He’s built sturdy, and hey, maybe someday he’ll fill it out.

Marcelo Blackwood Marcelo is, honestly, not that different from most super villains. He’s disgustingly rich, wicked smart, and seeks power. He does take the path less traveled from here though, because Marcelo is not mean nor conniving nor evil. He’s a rather nice mayor of a small town in Alaska that’s best well known for having the only superhero in upper North America. The superhero’s name is the Alchemist, and he has but one main foe: the Roman. Who is the Roman? Marcelo is the Roman. By day, he plays the role of the town mayor, a kind, courteous fellow with more money than he knows what to do with, and by night, he is a super villain, blowing things up and robbing banks. What is his motivation? Well, it’s his hobby. Keeps things interesting. His wife is his greatest supporter and literally his partner in crime. Marcelo is, despite all this, a very kind person. He’s very smart, he’s patient, and tries to do his best by the citizens of his town. Even when he’s playing the role of the Roman, he avoids true wanton destruction or harming innocents, bystanders, and law enforcement. Mayor Blackwood is 6’‘10, with pale skin, piercing blue eyes, and always well-styled black hair. He has a perfect nose, a nice jawline, and is all around a strikingly handsome fellow. He may be in his late thirties, but it’s hard to tell. The mayor is always dressed well, rarely dressed down any lower than business casual, and all his clothes are custom-tailored. As the Roman, he wears boots with thick soles so that he is 7 feet tall, and wears a expertly-made and expertly-applied fake beard under his Roman centurion helmet. The helmet also has a visor to further hide his identity.

A Menagerie of Disasters (Everyone Else)

Moe Moe is an older character of mine, and for the writing blurb I used him in, I was really recycling him just for the specific scene in mind. As of now, there isn’t much to say about him. He’s a pained, mentally-distressed individual with a very rowdy demon trapped in his mind.

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That’s all, folks!

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sultrysirens · 5 years

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how does jo, cassie, and lisa feel about each of the guys?

Oh damn, switching things up on me. Okay then, I’m down. ;)

Jocelyn – the first of the gals. Naturally, she’s head over heels for Raphael, would say or do just about anything for him. She loves every little thing about him, even and especially the things he struggles with (read: his fears and triggers). And while she doesn’t necessarily have a great deal of patience, if he needs her for anything, she’s there and with the infinite patience of a god. I don’t think I need to add how drop-dead sexy she finds him, I’m sure. XP

With Leo, she has notably less positive feelings. Similar to Raph, Leo tends to piss her off, though she understands that nine times out of ten, his intentions are good, even if his methods irritate her. That said, she has a healthy amount of respect for him all the same, and she often finds herself impressed with him, too. After all, it takes an incredible man to be able to deal with three brothers of vastly different personalities – namely in keeping them from getting into fights all the damn time.

Mikey is one of her best friends. As we all know, she has a brother complex, and Mikey perfectly fits the kind of brother she would’ve wanted for herself. She has the most patience for him of everyone, she thinks he’s lethally cute, and while his jokes tend to be ridiculous, she loves that he tries so hard to keep everyone happy. Of all the brothers, she believes Mikey needs a lover the most, so she’s absolutely elated that he found Lisa.

And Donnie’s her low-key favorite bro. Between his calm demeanor, obvious brilliance, and witty sarcasm, she meshes with him amazingly well. She doesn’t always follow his conversations so well, but she’s smart enough to keep up in the long run, at least, and it keeps them on friendly terms. That said, she feels really bad for him; she thinks he’s an amazing guy but he clearly doesn’t feel the same. More than Leo, she wants Donnie to find his perfect someone. She hopes they’ll be capable of handling his unique brilliance.

Lisa – second to fall. Put simply, she’s a mirror image to Mikey, and she couldn’t be happier with anyone else. His affection, understanding, humor, and energy were exactly what she’d needed to really come to life. With him around she’s never bored or lonely or afraid. He makes everything brighter, and she never, ever wants to lose that. At this point she can’t even imagine her life without him in it. The only negative is that they’re both kinda notably dummies, so in situations where she needs to think ahead or focus, Mikey’s nature can irritate her and even drive her to explode.

Donnie is her second-favorite of the turtles. Unlike Raph, he doesn’t tease her, and unlike Leo, he isn’t condescending – unintentionally or otherwise. Plus, she loves his creations. She doesn’t understand mechanics in the slightest, but she finds everything he makes fascinating, cool, and often bad-ass. She still freaks out about Mikey’s jet-board, after all, and Donnie made it. But, unlike Jo, Lisa feels dumb next to him, and it drives her to keep any opinions or – god forbid – questions to herself. She knows she won’t be able to understand him so she generally keeps her lips zipped.

Leo scares her. Not intentionally and not physically, really, but just in poise. When he stands still, quietly watching with his arms crossed, she gets the unnerving feeling that he’s looking into her soul, and given she isn’t even sure she believes in souls, it’s kind of terrifying. She respects him, for the most part, but also finds his personality too stiff; she feels she can’t talk to him. They also share precisely zero interests and she’s discovered (through video games) that he’s highly competitive and a sore loser, so the one thing she knows she can beat him at, she also never challenges him with. She just doesn’t want to make him upset.

And Raph – he’s the big brother. He’s nothing at all like Sam, but that’s a point in his favor. Initially he terrified her just from his size alone, but with time that lessened. She still gets scared of him whenever he loses his temper, but for the most part she’s calmed down around him. She isn’t so fond of his teasing and swearing, and his relationship with Jo makes Lisa very uncomfortable, but overall she’s more at ease with Raph than Leo. He just has a very disarming sense about him, a laid-back attitude, and obvious humor in between every sentence, and it reminds her of Mikey’s personality just enough that he’s an okay guy to have around.

Cassie – friendly, sweet Cassie. To a small degree she’s drawn to all of the brothers, but she finds herself the most relaxed with Leo. He just seems to exude serenity, and it attracts her – though not quite so much as the hidden intensity she can feel just under the surface. A part of her wants to unravel him, figure out why he sometimes tenses up so bad when they’re otherwise relaxed, even as another part of her warns her that she might not like what she finds when she does. Still, he’s been nothing but the picture of politeness and respect the entire time she’s known him, and she loves the way he always makes her feel so safe.

Raphael, well…she’s known him the longest. She’s seen him with Jocelyn and analyzed the way they are together and spoken to Jo, at length, about him dozens of times. She’s seen how gentle and sweet he is with Jo and concluded that he’s a big softy. His anger and strength can spook her, but she’s developed a strong trust for him all the same. She knows he’ll never hurt anyone who doesn’t deserve it, and that he’ll definitely never hurt Jo. She believes it all the more strongly after Jo’s attack, too, and would trust him with her own life.

Mikey is, in her opinion, heart incarnate. The first time she met him he’d offered her comfort, and she very quickly became disarmed in his embrace. Ever since she’s known, without a doubt, that he’s probably the most trustworthy of all the brothers. For a while she was uncomfortable with the way he seemed to be pursuing her, but after he got together with Lisa and Cassie saw the two of them together, he went from “kinda weird” to “easily the most besotted person alive”. He’s just too cute, and she feels a bizarre desire to keep him safe – even though she knows it’s the opposite.

And Donnie is…intimidating. She views him as the biggest of the turtles despite Raph’s greater mass, but honestly, the thing that intimidates her the most is his boundless brilliance. She hasn’t talked to him much, but the few times she did, she was immediately swept away by just how damn smart he is. She’s impressed, yes, but also brutally assaulted by his higher thinking. In school, she was an almost straight-A student, a point of pride for her, and next to Donnie she feels like a finger painter. She likes him, overall, but just can’t get along with someone who makes her feel so damn inadequate.

- Nightshade

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leslieeve · 6 years

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Sick of Being Sick.

Just the beginning... Hi, my name is Leslie, I'm 36 years young, and l am currently living the battle of my life. I'm talking a figurative blood and guts UFC fight. Medically, emotionally, spiritually and financially I could have never imagined the intense downward spiral that my life would begin in the spring of 2014. This could have happened to anyone, but it chose me. I entered into and started living a chapter out of a Steven King novel. I'd like to preface my journey by saying that I used to work 2 waitressing jobs, 7 days a week. I prided myself on being kind, generous, a hard worker and pretty freaking witty. Sarcasm was my best friend. I had 5 cats who I loved more than anything, and lived in my house that I bought in 2002, and kept 100% by myself. I loved being crafty, scrap-booking, journalling (since I was 14- I have about 37 of them), cleaning obsessively and making people smile. I'd been accused of, "liking everybody" and, for the most part- I did! That's why I loved waitressing so much, I met amazing individuals on a daily basis, and for an hour or so, I was able to make them happy. So, summing this up, I'm one of those annoying 'smiley' people, and I love it... How to begin blogging a nightmare... Well, It all started on May 5, 2014, my sweet bunny was losing his battle to pancreatitis, and we were at the veterinarians office. I was laying around him on the floor, sobbing like an infant as he took his last breath. After a half hour, I got up off of the floor to move to another room with him, and noticed the ridiculous pain and swelling in my knees. I sat with him for 3 additional hours, saying prayers and telling him how much I love him. My heart was broken and now I was facing headache and flu-like symptoms. By the time I drove home, I was incredibly sick. (I really mastered the art of 'puking while driving' starting that night.) For the next few MONTHS I had a constant fever of 104, night-sweats, fatigue, exhaustion, swollen hot shiny red joints, nausea, chills, vision problems, breathing difficulties, dizziness etc. Being my Father's daughter, and having been raised as a fighter- I was still trying my very, very best to continue to work an overflowing schedule. I was a head waitress at both jobs and I was failing miserably. I wasn't eating because my mouth had a funny taste, I had zero appetite and the fatigue was unreal. Coca-Cola had become my litmus paper, as to how sick I was everyday. I would buy bottled Coke, and by sipping it and seeing what it tasted like 'that day'- I could gauge the severity of my illness for the next few hours. I was not bathing, or even taking my clothing off when I was home. I would just sleep in my uniforms (shoes and all) until it was time for work the following day. My knees had become so swollen that I had to cut my pants on the sides to make more room. Breathing was getting tougher too. I would find myself having to stop and force myself to take deep breaths. If I exerted myself too much I would end up laying on a booth, numb, shaking and drooling, with incredible difficulties trying to get verticle. If I took the risk and showered, I had to set aside 60 minutes to lay naked on the bathroom floor because I was 100% drained. Again, drooling, slurring and borderline consciousness. What was happening to me?!!? F.Y.I. puh-lease don't think I wasn't going to the doctor during all of this terror, because I was. A lot. A looot. My Dad was making my appointments and driving me weekly, all while he was watching me slowly die. Just waste away. (His car now sporting a smooth "vomit" scent, thanks to me.) The doctor was putting me on antibiotics one day and anti-inflammatories and steroids the next, unfortunately I was only getting worse. The fever continued to hang around and some nights would hit 104.6. All of the vomiting was ruining my throat, my knees were so swollen and hot to the touch, that they could melt bags of ice- in minutes. With those 2 symptoms and a blood test, he diagnosed me with Rheumatoid arthritis immune disease. From that point forward it appeared that ALL of my symptoms were from RAID. It was as if the doctor stopped looking for the root of my demise, because he found one. Maybe he was scared too, but so was I damn it and my health was deteriorating at the speed of McDonalds drive-thru during lunch-time. One evening in early October, I honestly thought it may be the end for me. I woke coughing up blood, and felt as if every inch of my body had giving up, I was out of gas, and barely running on fumes. Out of pure desperation and necessity, I went to an Emergi-Care center in Bethlehem. (First, I left a note behind on who would take my cats, incase I would never return home.) The doctor was very blunt (a.k.a. a$shol*) and as he talked AT me, he said he thought I was unbelievably sick, and that he thought that I would surely die if I left the building. Then he scolded me for getting sooo ill, and then decided that he couldn't treat me, because I had "chosen" to wait too long to see him (a man I'd never met before). I was seeing a physician, but it hadn't been him and he was clearly annoyed and disgusted with me. He reluctantly did a flu swab of my nose (that he said I didn't need, because it wasn't the flu virus) which came back negative. So then his majesty stepped off of his high-horse long enough to put me on the antibiotics which combat Anthrax, and that was that. What? Anthrax? Because I was exposed when I was never in the military? What an incredible mind fu*k, and 3 hours that I will never get back. I rate his bedside manner a big fat zero. So, I went home, spooned with my Eddie cat, and cried myself to sleep- which didn't take long because I was dehydrated and falling apart. Needless to say, I continued to get sicker. I'm 5'10" and was barely weighing 95lbs. My once tan skin had morphed into a light yellow hue, my lips were red, but now were cracking, peeling and gray. My eyes had always been green and bright, framed in mascara, however they'd become blurry, wet and had large dark bags underneath. I constantly smelled mold in my nose. At this point I had been suffering for almost 5 months with these horrendous symptoms. Alone in my house, afraid that each nap had become a gamble that I would lose, and not wake up. Russian roulette immune disease style. My Dad had simply had enough. He was not going to sit by and bury his best friend- he was putting his foot down NOW. He took me to the doctor yet another time. However, this time, he put aside his gentle, humorous demeanor and told the doctor in no uncertain terms that he was watching his daughter die and that if he didn't do something else to help me, he would call his attorney and sue him for malpractice. Shockingly enough (insert sarcasm here), the doctor suddenly had a fire lit under his ass and ordered me an emergency appointment with a highly respected rheumatologist. She normally has a 3 month wait, but not for this sicky- It was Friday, and the appointment was for Monday. Just one question though... how on earth was I going to survive the weekend?! Woke up early Monday and crawled to my front door. I slept on the floor, vomiting relentlessly, all weekend because I couldn't muster up the energy to walk. My superhero Dad then had to basically carry me to his car. Once buckled in I proceeded to vomit and cry because I was too weak to sit up. Thankfully my Dad tried his best to stock the car with pillows, blankets, water, crackers and plastic bags so it took the edge off of sitting in traffic. Every car ride seemed hours long, I couldn't wait get back in bed or atleast lay on the floor. We arrived at the new doctors around 11am, she dressed very unprofessionally, tight work out spandex. Da fuq? She took one look at me and said that I was incredibly sick. No sh*t sherlock. While listening to my heart, she asked "how long have you had this heart murmur?" I told her that I don't have one and never did. She put the stethoscope to my ears- I had a f*cking heart murmur?? Immediately, sent me for a plethora of blood work and cultures, 16 I think, which drained me severly. I had almost passed out when my Dad showed up with O.J. and muffins- to save the day. Again, he carried me out to the car and took me home. He tucked me in, and I slept for 20 straight hours. I didn't get up to eat or even use the toilet. The following morning I felt better than I had in a very long time. Maybe some of the useless medications were finally starting to kick-in. I took a chance, (a.k.a. stubborn) and drove myself to my psychologists office for my 2:00pm appointment. We were about half-way into my mind enlightening session when my phone rings. Then again. Then again. So, I looked at my therapist with lump in my throat and picked up my phone. 3 missed calls from my family doctor. Then my phone rings and it's him again. I answer and it's my doctor, he says that I have a horrible infection in my blood and that I need to drop everything and RACE to the hospital. He said to run red lights go through stop signs, speed and if I get pulled over- keep going and the hospital would explain it to the police. After a quick "ohmyGod" and freak out, my psychologist hugged me and I promised to go directly to the ER. So, I did what anyone else would do, I went home and I fed my 5 cats. What the heck was I thinking you ask? Well, I figured that I would only be in the hospital a day or two and that if I fed them and cleaned their litter boxes then no one would have to come care for them while I was in the hospital. Plus, I really needed a hug from my Eddie-cat. As anyone who knows me will vouch and say that I might be just a little bit obsessed with my pets. Haha. Especially Eddie-cat, I worried about that feline like nobody's business. I got my much desired cat-fix, and then shortly after, I got in my car and headed towards the hospital. (I may have also stopped for a Coke- my memory's a touch foggy... I totally did.) As soon as I got there my dad was already waiting for me. (#bestdadever) I could see the pain and fear in his eyes and it truly broke my heart. We ended up waiting 2 hours in the dirtiest emergency room. We killed time laughing and joking until they finally called my name. (Kind of ironic since they told me to race to the hospital, but anyhow.) Dun dun dun. The nurse put me in a bed in the emergency department and hooked me up to IV saline and antibiotics. Dad and I watched bad tv, until they took me upstairs and gave me a room alone, in infectious disease. I was fairly relaxed, happy to finally end this era of illness, when the nurse came in to ask how I felt about my upcoming open heart surgery. MY WHAT?! No, no, no I told her, I was in for a blood infection. Silly nurse, get your mind right. She said the doctor would be in to speak to me momentarily. Ten minutes or so passed, and my Dad walked into my hospital room. Yeah! All is good, my Daddy is here... and then the doctor walked in behind him. Ugh oh. This nightmare is suddenly very real again. My Dad, looked more handsome than ever. His blue eyes had been crying as he walked over and took my hand. The doctor stood on my other side and explained to me that I had an infection in my blood and that it had destroyed the mitral valve in my heart. He said that the next day, I would be transferred to a larger hospital and would spend 2 months there on intense IV antibiotics before I would have to have open heart surgery to replace my mitral valve. I went into shock. Open heart surgery?!? They're going to break my chest?? But I don't have heart problems!!! I just have a blood infection!!! I'm only 33 years old!!! I want Eddie cat! My dad and I hugged and cried for the next 2 hours. I finally sent him home around 10:00pm to get some sleep. Loneliness and pure terror set in fast and I couldn't bare to be away from him, so I called on the phone and we talked all night. The following morning, as promised, the doctors and nurses packed me up in an ambulance and I was transported to a much larger hospital. Once I arrived I was quickly set up into "infectious disease." Heavy antibiotics were a-flowing. Every inch of the place was an upgrade. Once I was left alone, my thoughts flooded my mind. I tried to start figuring out how I was going to survive this travesty, pay my bills and most importantly- who was going to help take care of my five cats??? Fu*k. Fu*k. Fu*k. The doctors tell me that they are not certain how I contracted this infection. I hadn't been out of the country, nor had I undergone any dental surgery which could have welcomed the bacteria. Well that's zero help. Endocarditis. My possible kryptonite... The next few days I mentally took a bubble bath in my shock. I was trying to wrap my mind around spending the next 2 months in the hospital BEFORE undergoing open heart surgery. I became introverted, not wanting to Facebook my drama, or even text friends. I felt a strange numbness take over me, and honestly decided that I would make the best of it. I had multiple medical procedures and I did my very best to make the doctors laugh and tell them about my cats, of course. Looking back, I was nervous as all hell. I even neglected to press charges on a customer from my old job who consistently showed up UNINVITED into my hospital room. Stalker much? The hospital ended up having to put a password on my room, before all deliveries, calls and visitors were allowed in. Not to be all, "poor me" but seriously dude, just sooo not the time for a creepy creeperson. On the bright side, my mother who hadn't contacted me in over a year at this point, did text me twice- to ask if the doctors were giving me enough antibiotics. (She's no doctor, so her "medical concern" was hilarious) I had to fight the urge to sarcastically reply, "Antibiotics? Good idea! Thank Gawd you texted me when you did, the doctors hadn't thought of that!" But, I was sweet as a blueberry muffin. By the way, those were the first and last two texts that I heard from her. (Now, 3 years later she has never even once contacted me. Not. One. Single. Time.) Ahh, a mother's love. Ha. Friday, October 31st- Another day, another dollar. Ha, juuust kidding, it's another day full of tests and procedures. I was taken upstairs for an internal ultrasound/view of my heart. Basically, they knock you out and gently push a scope down your throat. This technique gets them extremely close to your heart for an excellent read in cardiac patients. So, after my test was done they woke me up... ohemgee, what medicine did they give me?! I saw a giant dippy egg with bacon, a 5 foot tall cat, a cow standing on its hind legs and a MINION. This. Was. Amazing. I later learned, as the anestethics wore off, It. Was. Also. Halloween. doh. 4 days into my stay at the hotel, I mean hospital, it was getting harder and harder to breathe (Maroon5?). It felt as though I had a gorilla sitting on my chest. I would get spells where it became so difficult to inhale, the nurses would come rushing in my room, rip my gown off, hook me up to oxygen and inject my IV with morphine until I could take a deep breath. I apologize to any and all of my visitors who showed up at the wrong time- and had to witness this. Sorry? You're welcome? (I now know, I was having a difficult time breathing because I was internally bleeding. Shame on you.) It was Saturday, November 1st around 7pm and I was watching Despicable Me for the +/-30th time. Hey- a free cable movie channel is a free movie channel, no matter the circumstance. Not only that, but Minions were making me unbelievably happy. My friends will vouch for me, I never even liked cartoons. (Well, except for Nickelodeon cartoons. #TommyPickles.) Perhaps it was providing a 90 minute escape for me, maybe it was appealing to the crying little girl inside of me- I don't know, but it helped fill a void, and I'm still grateful for Gru. Anyhow, while I was embracing the yellow and eating gummy bears (Albanese- my Dad ordered specially from Indiana) my future heart surgeon popped his angelic head in. I offered him gummy bears- even the red ones; he said that it looked like I was right on track as much as I could be and to just relax and they would take care of me at the hospital. He said to get comfortable because I would be there 8 weeks before the surgery. So around 10 weeks total. Well, ok,*sighs* it could be worse, it sounds like I can, "simmer dawn naw." WRONG. Five minutes pass and my surgeon comes back. He said that he checked my latest blood levels and my oxygen was far too low, I would reqire surgery in the next 12 hours or be dead before Thanksgiving. I felt all of the blood rush out of my upper body. Next, a cardiac nurse came into my room and gave me the choice of a Pig Valve or a Mechanical Valve, to be implanted into my heart to relace the damaged Mitral Valve. (Being vegeterian at the time, I thought this was incredible irony.) She weighed out the pros and cons for me as to which valve to choose. All I really remember hearing was that the Pig Valve had to be replaced every 10 years, and being so young that would demand atleast 5 more open heart surgeries in my lifetime. So, I thought it was a simple choice. Mechanical valve = forever vs. 10 year Pig Valve: I went for the mechanical valve. Then I had to do something much harder, call my Dad. It was incredibly difficult to dial my Dads telephone number. I knew that I was about to ruin any type of peace he was able to salvage for the evening, he would soon be as devestated as me, this still felt surreal. I felt selfish and heart broken having this kind of power over my fathers emotions. He answered on the first ring, as usual. My being so immensly ill had really been taking it's toll on him, emotionally, physically and spiritually. His little girl being so sick, and he could do nothing to fix me. Little did he know, HE was the reason that I wanted to be fixed. I cared more about him having to deal with my death, than I did my own life. There was no way in hell that I was going to let my Dad bury me. I would NEVER be responsible for putting him through that pain. Back to the phone call, my Dad answered cheerfully (for my benefit of course) and asked how I was feeling. I would say that, that is the very moment when my tears started falling, I couldnt catch my breath, but finally slobbered out that the heart surgeon had just been in my room and that I would be having surgery at 7:00am. I could hear him choking back the tears as he told me that this would get me home to Eddie-Cat faster. My Dad, always the optimist, and I stayed on the phone for the next 6 hours. We cried, talked about old times, (I also crammed food down my throat until midnight) and finally we decided that I was going to get through this. It cant be my "time." One tiny detail that I failed to mention before was that I was given a 37% chance of surviving. I sat alone in my hospital bed and wrote goodbye letters to my friends and a few chosen family members. Was I really doing this? Possibly saying GOODBYE to my life? Was I going to be dead in just a few short hours? It upset me that I might never see Eddie cat again. Who would explain to him that I didnt leave him by choice? That I died because of an infection. That I was so so sorry, and that I tried my best. All 5 of my cats, nobody was ever going to love them like me. I couldnt entertain the thought of losing my kids- I made a vow to save them forever when they were rescued, and now I was disappearing from their lives forever. This was all too much. I was sick to my stomach as I stared at the clock, counting down the seconds until my Dad, twin brother and friend were scheduled to arrive. Sadly, my twin brother never showed up. He never even called to wish me luck and it absolutely shattered my heart into a million pieces. I wanted to see my womb-mate so badly. I knew that we were no longer close but my soul really ached to be hugged with his arms. It really destroyed my feelings, but I did not have the time to dwell on it- it was 5:00am I had to start getting scrubbed down for surgery. I still felt fairly numb, more worried about seeming alright to try and ease my Dads horror. I was nervously joking around and begging the nurses for morsels of food. Then the dark cloud came. It was time. TIME FOR OPEN HEART SURGERY. Two nurses from transport and a doctor wheeled me down to the surgery floor, my Dad was walking next to me- I refused to let go of his hand. I was wheeled into a very well lit, curtained, waiting area. The operating room was empty. It was just myself and all of the nurses and doctors, no other patients. I later learned that Sunday mornings are reserved for emergencies. Look at me V.I.P. well, they made me feel that way anyhow. The nurses were exceptional- as they had been so far my entire stay. I was really blessed with the most amazing care. I mean, up until this point I would beg to estimate that the nursing staff had spent around 8 hours listening to me ramble on about my cats. I was a few minutes away from open heart surgery and I was getting make-up tips from one of the surgical nurses... well until the surgeon had to spoil my ignorance and walk in. He said they were ready for me and it would only be 2 or 3 minutes longer. Boom. That's when I turned into a two year old who needed her Daddy. He couldnt hold back his tears, and nor could I. I was wailing uncontrollably, telling my Dad how much I loved him. The fear was real. Very real. Almost indescribable to have to face the possibility of DEATH. This could be the very last time that I ever see my Dad. I was going into this obscenely serious surgery with horrendous odds. Who was I to think that I would survive fate? I had all but pulled my Dad into my hospital bed at this point. I just couldnt say goodbye. I wanted him to just hold me and make it all go away. But it was time. I held my Dads hands one last time and as they wheeled me down the hall, I yelled to him that I loved him and would see him soon. I secretly prayed that the next time he saw me, he would not be looking down at me, dead on a cold, steel table. I was given a sedative, and apparently it worked because shortly after I found myself complimenting everyone on "how nice they were," next I told my surgeon, "Don't let me die, I have my Dad and cus' nobody wants 5 cats." My doctors and all of the nurses did their very best to try and reassure me that I would wake up. A clear rubber mask was placed over my nose/mouth and I started slowly counting back from 100 (trying to enjoy the drug induced high and fight the anesthetics at the same time), and for the next 8 hours, my life was resting solely in the hands of this "Dream Team" surgical team. As you may have guessed already, I SURVIVED! It turned out that my heart was in much worse shape than previously expected, so not only did they have to replace my mitral valve but my aortic valve was covered in vegetation and needed to be scraped off. The doctor said that after seeing my heart, I would not have lived 2 more weeks without this procedure. I'm pretty fuzzy as to the timeline for the next few events. I recall waking up in a very bright room with lots of doctors around me. It was horrifying because the breathing tube was still down my throat, yet I felt like I was suffocating. In a complete panic I was trying to talk with my eyes, and scream to the nurses, "I can't breath!!" They must have read my mind because next thing I know, the nurse is leaning over my face telling me to relax. She said that the equiptment was breathing for me and that I just had to- annnnnnnnd I passed out. I woke up again, I guesstimate about 5 hours later. I was in a different room this time. It had a tiny little observation deck in it for a nurse to sit and, well, observe. I'm still with a breathing tube, but I'm a bit calmer this time. I can see all of the tubes coming out of my stomach, and I can see my chest raise up and down- with zero assistance from me. I didn't feel well. I was sick to my stomach and frightened. I was aware that my health was improving dramatically, but being alone and awake with my thoughts was extremely sad. The nurse came in to check my vitals, fluid loss, urine out-put etc. and realized that my body temperature was low. Especically for someone who just had major surgery. So, she covered me in what I remember to look like a space blanket. You know, those thin silver on one side, blue on the other ones? Think back to space field trips. Anyhow, it didn't take long until I was exceptionally warm. Then I began to sweat, next was the anxiety. I felt like I was cooking alive under this blanket, but nobody was around to tell. Even if they were, I had a breathing tube down my throat and was unable to speak properly. Fifteen minutes passed- no nurse. Tears were just continuously rolling down the side of my face. Thirty minutes passed- no nurse, it was beginning to feel like an eternity. At forty minutes I passed out for a few minutes and I woke up to the nurses taking the blanket off of me. Thank you Jesus! Praise The Lord! Once I cooled off, that was it for me it was lights out until the next morning. Rise and shine! No rest for the weary. The beautiful nurses had me up bright and early to remove my breathing tube. Hallelujah. Although I will admit it was not that easy to take my first unassisted breath, but I did it and in no time I was back to inhaling and exhaling with my own free will. Ill hold my breath if I want to damn it! A parade of white coats for the next 2 hours. I was avoiding looking at the 6 1/2 inch scar down the center of my chest. (and the scar from the pacemaker) I was still uneasy knowing that they had to break my sternum and WIRE it back together. After a brief unscheduled siesta, a young red haired man entered my room. He explained that he was there to remove my chest tubes and I basically told him that I accepted his challenge. Are you joking? Long, bumpy, blue, rubber tubes are INSIDE of my body and he's here to "pull them out?!" Insert gag and vomit here. Nope. Nope. Nope. Clearly he had dealt with trouble makers like me before, because his sweet talking game was on point. He said he would remove both tubes at once, and I would feel minimal discomfort. Ok, Prince Harry, let's go. He started by counting me down from 3. Try #1: 3...2... and I would interject, "No no no no no nope no no no no." Try #2 : 3...2... "No, no, nope, no thats enough no no no." After a pretty serious pep talk involving either living with the tubes forever VS. dealing with 3 seconds of slip and slide- I took a few deep breaths and decided this was gonna happen. Ok, this was it... Try #3: 3...2...1... and this freckled God pulled the tubes from my abdomen and quickly plugged the holes up with gauze to stop my bleeding. It felt exactly like you would imagine. As if he had gripped up my large intestine, and just pulled! I felt no pain, but it was the creepiest sensation having the bumps from the 2 feet of rubber being yanked inch by inch through your insides. Bucket list: Check! They really dont waste any time at the hospital. It was only the day after surgery, or the next day,(again still foggy) and the nurses were getting ready to have me sit up out of bed, in a chair. This sounded like a miserable suggestion. I verbally detested as much as possible, claiming that I felt sick to my belly and especially light headed. I was quickly assured that both symptoms were normal, but that I had nothing in my stomach to throw up. As she and the tech were trying not to pull IV's out of my arms and neck, I told them again that I was going to throw up. It really was like IV Jenga. Move this, not that, move this wire, not that etc. I was seated upright! My chest burned like nobodys business and woops, I made good on my promise to vomit. Note to all readers, If you ever have open heart surgery- DO NOT VOMIT! The pain in my sternum was enough to make me vomit again. Ugh. Part of me felt accomplished. I mean I HAD told them that I wanted to puke.. nobody listened.. hehe. Leslie- 1. It's the small victories. On a quest to still discover where this deadly infection originated, the doctors had me scheduled to be transported to an oral surgeon 3 days after surgery. Doped up just the right amount to deal with the situation, I was moved from the ambulance stretcher to the dentists chair. In no time at all, I was prepped to have my tooth removed and examined to see if this little bastard was the cause of my saga. Unfortunately, the tooth was fine and was not the root of my illness. Then, on the way back I tried to bribe the ambulance drivers to stop for donuts. Fail. **constant edits and updates being made, my story is far from over.. Please check back often, like it's your horoscope**

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Chapter 7: The Under-World

The simulation pretty much got the world right, with the smell at least. The entirety of The Under-World is set in an underground society, partially created from a sewer system that the inhabitants ended up turning into their own society when they began building places to live. The whole story, at its core, was an allegory for segregation and separating based on political views, but thankfully, it wasn’t too heavy handed, as this wasn’t exactly something I found entertaining, and this game was one of my favourites. Favourite game or not, however, the fact that I was most definitely ankle deep in shit was not a good thing.

“Oh jesus, I would have thought we’d have been put somewhere else!” Tabitha cried, causing me to look back at her. I had begun to look back forward before the image of her actually reached my brain, and my head whipped back around to look at her again. Her ragged lab coat had been replaced with a smaller, white coat that stuck out like a sore thumb in the dankness of the sewers, though was pristine all the same. The rest of us were still wearing the same outfits, thankfully, as I didn’t want to lose my jacket. It was important to me, as I felt it basically completed my look.

“Tab’, what are you wearing?” I asked, and Seth and Amy glanced over at her too. “When did you even change into that?” She looked down for a moment, then back up, as confused as I was.

“I… didn’t change it. I’m not sure what happened, maybe something to do with my innate magic passing through my outfit?” She replied, looking it over. “Though I have to say, it feels and looks pretty nice. I might just keep it.” She added, shrugging slightly. For some reason, this made me a little uncomfortable, but I wasn’t entirely sure why. Something about the stark white clothes, plus my admittedly faded memories of this game made my hair stand on end. A quick look over to Amy said that she felt it too, but for whatever reason, neither of us knew why. With a grimace, I pulled my feet out of the sewer water and onto dry land, groaning aloud as I saw the state my shoes were in. They were absolutely caked in mud, and pretty much ruined. Even if this was just a simulation, I still wasn’t happy with it, but what could I do? There was going to be a lot more sewer walking in the future, so I had to just grit my teeth and deal with it. Speaking of sewer walking, the four of us began our trek down one of the pipes, none of us actually sure where it would lead, but happy to just get out of this cramped area all the same.

“Why do you two like this game, anyway?” Seth asked, directed at Amy and myself. Tabitha had never played it, I knew that much, and while I had pestered Seth to get into it a long time ago, he never had.

“It’s an adventure about an outsider, who finds his way into a society of those who’d be deemed unworthy!” Amy said, almost hopping over to us, buzzing with excitement. “Romance, intrigue, subterfuge, the game has it all!” Seth just shrugged in response, but I pressed further.

“Wait, when was there romance in The Under-World?” I asked, and Amy smiled a coy smile.

“If you talk to the prince, or princess, of the realm right, you can take a path of romance where everyone wins at the end of the game, since your character gets to not leave. It’s a very PG ending, but… well, that’s what mods are for.” Amy’s smile was a little unnerving, but at the same time, it was still the same friend I’d always had, so seeing her like this was just something I laughed at nowadays.

“Ames, you are such a perv.” I said, and she pouted, folding her arms as we continued walking.

“Am not, I just think love is beautiful, in all of its forms, and sexual gratification is an amazing way of sharing love.” She replied, causing me to stop in my tracks for a second.

“Whoa, getting a little real there, huh Amy?” Seth said, and she let out a small laugh. “Got anything else you wanna tell us, while you’re confessing your sins?” Amy raised a middle finger at him, still laughing.

“Oh knock it off, Seth, you’re one to talk, you vanilla bitchbaby.” She replied, and it was Seth’s turn to pout and fold his arms. “I just feel like sharing love is important, and sex is healthy. Mods that help put that in my games are good, it adds a dose of reality to them.” Amy added, and Seth shrugged again.

“Whatever floats your boat, man. You do you, that’s the best way to operate in life.” Seth replied, and Amy grinned, flashing her white teeth that shone in the dim light from above.

“Honestly, I can completely understand your mentality now, Amy. Before now, I had suspected that you were polyamorous, but I wasn’t sure if I should say anything about it because… well, you know, when you assume, and whatnot.” Tabitha said, who had been walking on the other side of the flowing river of waste, but still close enough to hear the entire conversation.

“What’s polyamorous mean?” Amy asked, as the four of us rounded a corner at an intersection without even needing to ask each other which way we were going to go. Hopping across to the other side almost resulted in me faceplanting into the water, but Tabitha’s magic caught me before I could, hoisting me by the back of my pants.

“What? How can you not-” Seth began, but Tabitha shushed him, flashing him a frown in the dull light.

“Polyamorous means that you have multiple partners, kind of like an open relationship, but actively dating and loving multiple people.” Tabitha explained, and Amy nodded along to her every word, listening intently.

“That… makes so much sense.” Amy breathed when Tabitha was finished talking. “Low-key, that was a legitimate revelation as to my personality.” She added, confirming that she was being sincere, as her first sentence had the atmosphere of dry sarcasm that I knew she was fond of.

“That’s real great, all of us having epiphanies in a friggin’ sewer.” Seth muttered, but his smile gave away his true feelings about the situation. “I was joking when I asked if you had any more sins to confess, y’know.”

“So Amy, I kinda have a weird question now.” I asked her, and she glanced over at me, now being one of the four of us in the front.

“Shoot, CG.” She replied, hopping over a tiny crack as she did so, causing her words to jutter slightly.

“Are you bisexual?” I said bluntly, not really sure how else to ask it while being delicate. From my side, the audible sound of flesh hitting flesh echoed through the pipe, clueing me in that Seth’s hand was now on his face in disbelief.

“Dude, of course I am. I thought that was obvious.” Amy said, frowning slightly, but I frantically shook my hands outwards, trying to communicate that I had more to say.

“No no, I just mean… what’s that like? Liking both sides of the street, as it were.” Every word that I said felt like verbal diarrhoea out of my mouth, piling out one after another in a clumsy, screwed-up manner. Truth be told, the smell made that idea actually seem quite viable, but dwelling on it wasn’t something I particularly wanted to do. Amy paused for a moment as we walked, making it so all we could hear was our footsteps as we progressed further into the pipes. God, I hoped we would get out soon.

“It’s… not really like anything, I guess is the best way to put it.” Amy said after some deliberation. “I like girls, and I like guys, and that’s kind of really all there is to say on the matter. No specific preferences, no reasons why I like both, I just… kinda do, you know?” She explained, and I nodded after she had finished. It was interesting to hear this from her, as I had never really focused on my sexuality myself. That being said, it was something I still didn’t really want to focus on, so I quickly tried to think of a joke to get out of the situation I had managed to fumble my way into.

“Haha, you like girls, that’s so gay.” I had to admit, my joke telling skills under pressure needed work, and the audible groan from Seth made that very clear. Amy just laughed, most likely sensing how awkward I was feeling.

“Says the guy who’s usually wearing leather.” She replied, and I was going to come back with a witty retort – like no you – when I saw the movement ahead of us. My hand quickly went to my sword, and Seth held his gun out in front of him. A low glow indicated that Tabitha had her dancing fire in her hands again, and Amy made the wall crackle for a moment with electricity as she pulled a small dagger made of brick and the metal pipe out of it. I had to hand it to her, she was making a lot of headway with her alchemizing. It seemed to just come second nature to her.

“Hey, who’s out there?” Seth yelled authoritatively, and I sighed, any hopes I had of being sneaky dissolving. “We’re not going to hurt you, so just come out.” He added, and for a moment, nothing was said in response, before a small voice rang out.

“I can literally see all four of you brandishing weapons, you know.” It said, and I immediately took my hand off my sword, motioning for the others to do the same. While it had been a long time since I had played the game, I knew that voice.

“Is that…?” Amy began, not sure whether to finish the sentence in case she was wrong. In response, the person came out of the shadows, the green eyes being the first visible thing. The person was human, or at least, mostly human. Most of the people put into the sewers were partially mutated, but none more so than this character. Long, slender cat ears were perched on her head, sticking out like… well, like long slender cat ears. Come on, I can’t be expected to find a simile for everything, now can I? Despite it being too dark to actually see it, I was certain that a dark furred cat tail swished behind the person. A grin revealed rows of sharp, predator teeth, but I knew from experience that this was a kind and gentle soul. “Aki!” Amy finished, barely standing still for a second before pouncing the catgirl into a hug.

“How… uh, do you know my name?” Aki asked, and Seth just shrugged. I was surprised that he hadn’t worn his shoulders out from how much he’d been doing it, at this point.

“Oh, I’ll explain later. It’s just… so good to see you!” Amy replied, looking her all over.

“Do I know you?” Aki replied, still dumbfounded. “Fur real, I don’t think I’ve ever met you guys befur.” Of course, I had forgotten this character had a habit of talking in cat puns. Both an endearing trait, and most likely grating to Seth and Tabitha, even though it had just started.

“Well, I don’t know who you are, but I’m Tabitha Williams. Next to me is Seth Allen, the girl hugging you is Amy Frays, and the guy in the sunglasses calls himself Cool Guy.” Tabitha roll-called the four of us, pointing to each of us as she did so. “It’s nice to meet you.” She added at the end, more of a formality than anything.

“Oh! I’m Aki Cataria! It’s very nice to meet you too, ma’am!” Aki curtseyed, and Tabitha looked away, decidedly uncomfortable. “Say, are you four lost? I could show you to the cat-pital, if you want.” I had to admit, Aki’s cat puns needed some work.

“Oh my gosh, please do! Come with us everywhere, if you’d like!” Amy couldn’t contain her excitement, and while Aki looked a little unnerved, the sheer happiness of Amy was radiating over all of us, and it drew a smile to Aki’s lips again.

“Well, I can’t deny someone as enfursiastic as that, can I?” Aki said, and I paused for a moment before realising that she said enthusiastic with another cat pun. “Come on then, it’s not far now!” She added, grabbing Amy’s hand with her anthropomorphic mix of a hand and a paw, causing Amy to squeal in delight. The two of them rushed forward, with the rest of us trailing behind slightly.

“You know, I’m just now realising that introducing Amy to a way for her to directly interact with all of her fictional crushes is, in layman’s terms, a really bad idea.” Tabitha said to the three of us, and I could do nothing but nod as I watched Amy talking Aki’s ear off. I sighed, something telling me that this was going to be an even longer day than it already had been.

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higherpriestess312 · 7 years

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Butterflies

So.. I have a confession. A big confession that I'm too afraid to speak. I thought about doing a video confession but I just can't do it. I have so many fears that hold me back from life. Holding me back from living my life the way I want to live it. Everyone probably thinks everything is fine even though I'm so paranoid they're all judging me because it's not. And it's not fine. I like to think I hold it together well, and I probably do. But I have a shadow always there to tell me to worry. I don't even know how to interact with people anymore. That leaves me no potential for new friends, old friends, coworkers who I like to pretend are actually my friends. They're the closest I'll get to friends anyway. I want to be able to experience life the way I'm supposed to at my age. But I have a shadow, and a partner, and a toxic dysfunctional family that all hold me back from that. Atop my stupid irrational fears. But right now I do believe my biggest enemy is myself and my biggest fear is one particular social interaction that I can just not get off of the ground to save my life. Maybe I'm not supposed to. I guess you could compare it to treading dangerous waters with no sign of safety anywhere in sight. And that's an even more dangerous situation when you don't know how to tread. I don't know how to say this.. I don't even know where to start. It's a feeling.. a spark in the night that I don't think was ever meant to be lit... but it was as it never should but always does. It's started last summer. I had a job that I thought I was doing alone. Shortly before it began I found out that I actually was not going to be alone. This man walked through the door.. and it was like I'd never seen him before. Although we had been working together for almost a year at this point. He was the definition of "tall, dark and handsome" in all the right ways. At first I was very skeptical of him. I didn't know what to say to him that wasn't in a language of "work." Mostly because I didn't know him or what he was like. All I knew was that he actually hung out with our old boss and was part of "the cool kids" who were all actually from the same area in south Florida. I didn't know that at the time and for me they were just "the popular kids in school" that would never be seen speaking to someone like me in public. (I have since learned that that is not necessarily the case.) So nonetheless I was trapped in my head thinking too much freaking out inside. Then he started talking to me about the event. I noticed how gentle he was just in the way he spoke. But I also noticed his bigger personality beneath it all. It gave me some comfort knowing that there was a chance he and I might actually be somewhat alike in some kind of way. There just had to be something. The event was a low activity type where all we had to do was make sure the water, fruit punch, and lemonade stayed full. It lingered for hours with not much for us to do. He pulled up YouTube one the computer we clock in on and as soon as he'd begun our Playlist for the evening I knew that was my point of ease. We loved all of the same music. He was playing throwback after throwback and it started bringing me to the better days. The days that will forever be my "golden years" as some would say. So I was very happy. I learned that we are the same age, with a difference of only 2 months. We passed the time with small talk and an old school game of dots (that he won) and tic tac toe. The whole time I was happy. Happy to be the one stuck with this boring event, happy to have made a new friend and frankly, very happy to be alive in these hours. Unfortunately the hours felt only like moments. And I only now will admit how much I never wanted the event to end. I didn't want to stop talking and playing silly middle school games and jamming out to throwbacks. I wanted to stay here in this bubble. This beautiful frame of time with this beautiful, sweet, cool, gentleman with such a soft deep sweet voice that is not afraid to throw witty sarcasm your way at any given moment. If McDreamy was a suitable name for anyone... it's definitely him. The craziest thing to me was that he wasn't just nice to look at. There are many guys in the world with even similar styles as his own. But not one of them is as polite or smart or no where near as genuine as him. And it's been 9 months since this spark lit me up inside. It has been torture. In the first few months it wasn't a big deal. It was like a "oh he's cute" kinda crush I guess. But then one day I guess I took that small faint little crush and my mind ran with it. You see, I'm an overthinker. I used to be alot worse which got me into this "antisocial" predicament in the first place. The "shadow." But it's gotten better, I have more control now, don't worry. But I lose it now everytime I know he's going to be there. I got stuck with that long event a second day in a row and I was so hopeful that he would be there again. I checked the schedule and saw that he wasn't coming. My heart was heavy. I was actually really sad. I was surprised at myself for feeling that way and tried to snap out of it so I could get my job done and go home. After a few months I just tried to forget about it and move on. He definitely talked to me more often than before when I saw him in passing. But we never got another chance to talk one on one again. Once fall began I kinda did forget about it. It wasn't in the forefront of my mind hardly anymore. Then we got busier.. I started seeing him more often. I still had my thoughts and feelings completely under control. We had a wedding in Georgia to do. The whole day I was fine until I walked into the venue and he was the first person I saw. Standing with 2 or 3 other people.. but he was the first thing. My knees got weak for the first time. I still managed to keep it together but then I found myself doing whatever I could to make him notice me. We're almost through with the night and I'm walking from the back to front and I swear is hear him say something. I had a feeling it was about me and I looked over and he's staring dead at me next to his roommate on a stoop in the back with a cigarette. I did what I had to do out front then I came back quickly and then I slowed my pace and walked up to him as cool and steady as I could. His roommate got up to do something and I sat down next to him and pulled out a smoke. We made small talk about the event and he threw me a witty joke. We got up finished our event and left. I told my boss otw home that I thought he was cute. After that I dubbed myself hooked on curiosity. Since then I kept trying to get his attention. He went out of town and I didn't see him for awhile and I thought that I was good. I wasn't distracted. I was killing it at work and everything was fine. When he came back I noticed every time I saw him, my knees were liable to buckle beneath me. Recently he's started talking to me alot more. This whole time I've been wavering between "does he or doesn't he?" Which throws him a cloak of mystery in my mind. Which unfortunately makes this suddenly an excitement of the chase. A couple of my coworkers notice that he apparently flirts with me. With my fog of over thinking and the nerves of butterflies, I never notice that he's actually doing that. I just question everything. I even question if I really feel the way I think I do or if it really is the chase. But I'm here writing this right now for reasons. Reasons unheard of, reasons of logical thinking, reasons of a heavy heart that's wrapped I don't question marks. I know I can't go there. He's moving home in the summer. I'm trapped in an unhappy but too comfortable companionship which is a story all on its own. Even longer than this if I dare to dive back into that pain to share. I'm just really confused. I'm internally frustrated. I don't know what I want. What I do know is that I don't want to get hurt and I don't want to hurt anyone. I just want to be happy.

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