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minshookie · 3 years

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Petting Zoo.

Pairing | Stalker!Jungkook x reader

Genre | yandere,angst

Summary | “your secret admirer turned close friend wants to be more than just that, and he always gets his way.”

!warnings! | 18+ mature language, stalking , mentioned sexual acts, violence, sick pets, pet death...

| this is not in anyway shape or form a true depiction or representation of BTS, this is a work of fiction and is not to be taken seriously. For entertainment purposes only.|(this is my work, please don’t repost or steal)

Requested [closed for request] words: 2k.

A/N: another request done! I love taking a finishing request I just get so nervous in the end. Also trying something new. Any type of interaction is greatly appreciated! Edited, but please excuse errors. {should petting zoo be my first series?}

He knew you’d love it, you’ve always had a tender heart. The bunny coo’ed as he gently placed her into the plush box. He knew you were lonely, your roommate recently left you for her boyfriend, he knew fully that you were struggling. He’d push his ear against the wall to hear you two bicker in the deep hours of the night. He didn’t mind, he’d save you...but only if you let him.

Knowing your financial struggles, Jungkook went all out to make sure your bunny had the best even providing a months supply of food. He fully planned on this being the light of your month, you’d never stop thinking of him. He secured the new pet under one arm and the equipment under the other, he pushed his door open checking if the hall was clear. Of course, nice and clear just how he needed it, he slipped through the door with stealth leaving the gift in front of your door. With care he pulled the note card from his pocket perching it on top of the punctured box. Heavily he knocked before slipping inside his rightful apartment.

Leaning against the wall he listened for you to open your door. Finally when you did, it felt like his heart was attempting escape. Expertly he creeped to his door looking through it cracked ajar, he heard you read.

“I’m hopping mad for you, take me in as a friend, from your lover.” Fearfully you opened the whining box. In awe you gladly took in his gift, without a second thought. His heart fluttered he felt like floating in love, like in the cartoons hearts in his doe eyes.

Shutting the door he skipped to bed, exhausted his mind finally at ease, he finally has a shot with you! His heart was racing. He rolls onto his bead, head full of sweet thoughts of you, the plans he had for you. Closing his eyes he knew, this is only the beginning.

Overtime you’d grown fond of your new furry friend, inviting people over to meet your mysterious new fur ball of joy. With this new happiness and motivation, you started leaving your apartment more often. As a result Jungkook started seeing you a lot more and he loved it. He loved it so much that for some reason his schedule now aligned with yours almost perfectly.

You have a class? Oh so does he....would you like a ride? Time to head to work? How funny,him as well.....hop in!

Jungkook planned to be just what you needed, in a foreign place like this all you really needed was a honest friend. And he planned to be that and more. It isn’t hard to notice Jungkook loves it when you depend on him, you need him, your life would be in shambles without him. He knows it deep inside he believes it, but he knows you don’t. No worries for him though, you’ll see the truth soon...

Like any other day, like clockwork, Jungkook waited for you in front of your door like a royal guard. Today though he had plans for you, for days Jungkook perfected today’s schedule...big plans to tell you his feelings. Plans to pour his heart out to you, and to get yours poured to him, but something wasn’t sitting right.

you didn’t come on time, checking his watch like a mad man he paced in front of your door in anticipation. Your prolonged time inside threw off the agenda severely. Beside the settle irritation, he was worried something happened to you he was going insane. What if you left him? What if you died...what if someone kidnapped you?

Two seconds from ramming his fist against your door...Finally, while on the edge of his sanity your door creaked open. “Hey, running late today huh?” He looked your figure up and down. You weren’t dressed for the day, pajamas and Nikes weren’t your usual fashion choices.

“Oh, Kook it’s Bella she’s sick.” The whining animal sat curled into a ball inside of the pink carrier. Your voice floated to his ears, soft and worrisome. He crouched, looking into the dark cage. “Sick? Sick how?” He prodded his limber finger inside rubbing the frail animals head. “I-I don’t know she hasn’t been eating,her breathing is strange.” He could hear you on the verge of tears as he got up, slightly annoyed though he tried to hide it. “We’re late to class y/n maybe you should just leave her, she’ll be better later.” The way you batted your lashes told Jungkook he’d said something wrong. You griped the carrier locking your apartment door before begging to leave towards the elevator. “Wait Y/n where are you going?” You Kept walking carful not to rock the poor bunny too hard. “Kook, Bella is half dead and you want me to leave her? I’m taking her to the vet.”

He groaned coming closer as you waited for the aged elevator to reach you. “Yeah? Okay well wait for me I’ll take you.” The elevator stoped with a horrifying screech, you stepped in Jungkook was kicking your last nerve this morning. “I already had it planned for today.” He got closer barley missing the door, “Jin offered to take me.” The door closes quickly and you descend.

Jin? Did you say Jin? Like a angered child he almost stomped back to his apartment door. he threw his bag against it, crouching to search for his key inside. “If I knew she was going to bitch over the thing-” he cut himself off opening the door,kicking his bag inside. “ I bought the fucking bunny, who is he to take care of our bunny.”

He threw himself down onto his couch, unmotivated to go to class now, or do anything for that matter he decided to miss today, and maybe even tomorrow. He mentally facepalmed, of course Jungkook noticed you and the new older man downstairs getting closer. He didn’t think anything of it, until he saw him walking into your job when he came to pick you up. Handing you his cheap flowers and gifts whenever he’d see you around the building. Jungkook thought you were smarter than that, it made him fiery with anger thinking about him manipulating you. The only person that loved you was Him. How could you blow him off for some guy downstairs, some guy you didn’t even need.

He let his mind jump from one angering topic to another. Oh! And that fucking rabbit. Bella had been getting a lot of love from you recently, he didn’t mind he saw that pet as a connection between you two. But to suddenly you kick him to the side because the rodent refused to eat? From Bella to Jin, his head spun. He could feel his face heat up at the thought of Jin getting close to you in the car, touching you, playing with your hair. It made him sick, he could almost feel the bile in his throat. If it wasn’t for that walking ball of fur, you’d be in his car, getting touched and loved by him.

He sat up with a groan. “I’ll wait until she gets home.” He stood going to the kitchen grabbing a drink. “And I’ll talk to her, I’m sure she can explain, she’ll tell me the whole story.”

It seemed like decades before your laughter was heard coming into the hall. He’d been sitting facing his door, waiting for you, his hair disheveled his mind distraught. “Thanks Jin, talk to you later.” Your voice so sweet to him he felt himself physically react, oh how he missed you today. He heard the creak and slam of your door. What am I to say? Maybe I should ask about Bella? He got up fixing his appearance before leaving and turning to your door.

He cleared his throat before letting his knuckles beat against the hardwood. “Coming hold on!” He took a step back painfully waiting. Thankfully you arrived quicker than expected. “Hey Kookie.” You answer in hushed tones. “Hey, going to work today?” You shook your head “no, I called out on emergency.” He nodded hands in his pockets. “How’s Bella?” You looked behind yourself quickly, “Uhm, she’s a bit better just weak would you like to come see her actually?”

He nodded enthusiastically following you in, “sit down if you’d like.” You left him to go retrieve the sickly pet. He stood admiring the room, everything from the pictures to the decorative items resembled you, not only did it look like you but it smelt like you. Jungkook could swim in this scent all day.

“Here she is, a sleepy little one.” The soft hum coming from her sleeping figure earned endearment from you. Jungkook came closer rubbing her back softly. “So, why didn’t you ask me to take you this morning ?” You looked up from Bella. “I thought that you were gonna to be in class.” Your head tilted adorably. “Mm no, I’ll always wait for you.” He took Bella from your motherly arms. “Oh how sweet of you.”

“Hm So, since when have you been taking to Jin?” He looked at you inquisitively. “Jin? Eh Jin is... We’re...complicated, I’ve known him since I moved here he’s helped me quite a bit.” You answered keeping a loving gaze on Bella.

Jungkook felt himself grip the rabbit tighter he looked at you with furrowed brows. “Huh?” “I met him in a bar with my ex roommate, we’ve been talking since then.” You explained lightly trying to not hurt his feelings, of course you knew how Jungkook felt, and it wasn’t mutual.

You plopped onto the couch patting the cushions inviting him to sit. “He moved downstairs to be closer, he’s making a good effort but I’m not sure how I feel right now.” Sighing you toyed with your fingers, unaware of the grimace on Jungkook’s features.

He couldn’t believe what he was hearing, he felt that he’d been lied to and he didn’t a appreciate that. “What do you think Koo, what should I do?” You asked, getting anxious at his sudden silence. He was upset and he was doing his best to hide it, with a sigh he sat next to you. “Don’t let him fuck up your mind y/n.” Confused you looked up to him, “we both know what you want.” You crossed your arms, curious. “What’s that?” Already being aggravated, he sighed deeply,letting the now awake rabbit escape onto the floor. “Me.” You were visibly taken aback by his unusual boldness.

“Uhm Jungkook.” Anxiously you rubbed the nape of your neck. “Y/n don’t pretend for Jin’s sake, I can hear you through the walls talking to friends about me.” Without noticing he started leaning towards you. “I’ve heard you in here being lewd with yourself, who was on your mind.” He could read the fear in your eyes, you grew uncomfortable at the personal information he was throwing at you. “Jungkook please wait-” “who was it?” You pushed a firm palm into his chest in attempts to get him away from you, the sweet dorky neighbor you’d befriended now lurking over you like a beast. “Who do you love y/n, c’mon?” “Kook-” “before you answer, know that I’ve always loved you it’ll never be complicated with me y/n you want better I can give you much be-” you pushed his muscular chest roughly to shut him up, your back now touching the arm of the couch. “I’m with Jin, Jungkook please leave I’m afraid.” A statement you thought would save you, turned to bite you right in the ass.

You could visibly see the anger play along his features, grimly he chuckled. “I’m not going any-fucking-where until you come to your senses.” He gripped the hand you had up against him. “Jungkook that hurts please I’m scared!” “You should be, how dare you use me, fucking whore I loved you!” He ran a finger over his lips, his emotions clashing harshly with each other. “I love you...but you probably let Jin fuck you silly, disgusting...but don’t worry you’ll learn.”

He proclaims pushing you to the floor, he rushes to slam and lock your apartment door. He turned and saw you clutching the coffee brown rabbit,sobbing. “Y-you fucking stepped on her Kook!” the whining of the pained animal began to creep onto his nerves. If that rodent wasn’t here you would’ve been going out with Jungkook today, and Jin wouldn’t stand a chance. He bent down pulling Bella from your clutch, with little to no struggle.

“You get what you want, and you run with it, you get what you want and you go snuggling under some other asshole huh?” He held the injured animal in a primal grip. Uncontrollable he’d held in his anger, his love,and his thoughts for far too long. “Kookie please...please...please no, l- I love you!” You desperately pleaded for your pets fragile life. “Never have I met a bitch that lies as much as you.” Coldly he responded, not appreciating your falsehood, he gripped Bella’s neck harshly putting the disturbed animal to death. “Jungkook!” You let out a shrill scream. “I bought her I can kick her to fucking curb if I want, go ask Jin for one, or did he lie and say he bought her.”

Silently all you could do is whimper and sob, the thud of Bella’s body made your throat constrict. His heavy steps near your quivering figure sending chills through you. “Say it like you mean it.” With no mental strength to look up, you collected yourself enough to speak. “I lo-ve you j-Jungkook.” He groaned. “Suck it up it was a fifty dollar animal, you’re pissing me off.” You’ve never heard him in this tone. “I love you so much, Kookie.” He gripped your chin forcing you to look at him. He pulled up his other hand slowly touching your face causing you to flinch. “Ah Ah don’t run.” He cleaned your glistening face.

“Now, tell me who we hate.” He looked into your eyes darkly. “J-Jin.” His once adorable smile, now made you want to vomit. “Good, and I’ll snap his puny neck if he gets in our way.” He brushed more tears from your features. Giving into his temptation he gripped the back of your neck, bringing his lips to yours before pulling back to whisper. “Now tell me, who were you thinking about during those lonely nights?” You shook swallowing thickly “and you better not lie.” Closing your eyes in defeat, warm tears spilled from you like a fountain. “You Jungkook.” Pleased he kissed you warmly, while you resisted the urge to react. “Keep being such a good girl, and I’ll get you a whole petting zoo of bunnies baby...would you like that?”

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toriwakes · 3 years

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Pretty Boy 187 [s.r x reader]

summary: reader finds out that her new found tumblr crush is none other than her coworker.

content warnings: she/her!reader, mentions of alcohol

a/n: hi!! i’m so happy to be posting again. i’m really proud of this, so i hope you all like it! as always, let me know if you have any requests!

convincing spencer to get tumblr was tough. not only did he hate technology, he didn’t like social media either.

“it’s gonna be fun! c’mon, please?” you’ve been bugging him about it for about a week. “spencer, please just download it. if i have to hear (y/n) whine again i’m gonna loose it.” said derek, plopping is papers on his desk. “you like it when i whine.” you teased, causing derek to flash you a toothy grin. “alright! jeez.” you clapped of joy and jumped to help spencer, but he stopped you. “no way, i’m not letting you follow me.” he kept his phone facing away from you, your arms dropping to your sides in defeat. “fine. i’ll find your account somehow.” “we’ll see about that.”

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over the next few weeks you acquired a few new followers, only one catching your eye. ‘prettyboy187’ followed you on a quiet friday afternoon. the username caught your attention at first, but when you checked is profile? that’s when you were hooked. half of his pictures were just aesthetically pleasing: outside of his window, his extreme sugary coffee, some books. but others...

it was an excerpt of a poem and his hand was holding back the pages. you doubt he meant to capture it so beautifully. just his hand was godly. you wasted no time dming him.

hey :)

how desperate did you look right now? he followed you barley an hour ago. you cant stop staring at that picture.

hello

he didn’t sound happy. well, he didn’t “sound” anything, you guys were texting. but you could feel his tone through the screen. where you overthinking this too much? you shuffled into your bed, wrapping yourself in the covers as you pondered what to say next.

i just wanted to tell you i really like your account. are you a photographer or something?

no, i’m not. my friend convinced me to get this app and i noticed people post aesthetically pleasing photos on here, so i’m just doing the same haha.

ok, well you don’t post nice pictures. at least, not that type. maybe you’d post a picture of the snow or your bed, but every now and then you’d bless the feed with a picture of you in a swimsuit. it was more for opinions on the suit than anything else.

ohh. maybe i should start doing that.

how do you mean?

oh.

that sounded like a very judge-y ‘oh’. your eyes scanned your own profile to see what he could’ve hated. there was you in your favorite red swimsuit, a picture of your computer with netflix on the screen. the rest of the posts were of the same type, so you couldn’t pinpoint what the problem was.

what is it?

no, nothing. your recent picture. that’s a nice swim suit.

oh. that’s what he meant. you practically threw your phone across the room and squealed. thank the universe that he didn’t dislike you already. you shot him another text. just like that, you had your first ever tumblr crush.

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“what’s up with you pretty girl?” derek asked when you walked into work. you supposed you still had the blush on your face when pretty boy wished you a good morning and day at work. “nothing!” you said, obviously it being something. as if on cue, spencer walked in behind you also giddy. “what, you’re both sweet on someone now?” when neither of you responded, derek laughed. “what?” emily inquired, taking her seat. “spencer and (y/n) both have a crush.” emily’s jaw dropped. “spencer has a crush?” everyone broke into laughter, jj overhearing and almost dropping her files. “why is that so surprising?” spencer defended himself, derek giving him a ‘you know the answer to that’ look. “well?what’re their names?” he pushed. you bit your tongue. you didn’t even know his name. yikes. “let’s start.” aaron called. saved by hotch. thank goodness. “this ain’t over.” derek warned the two of you. yes it was. by the end of the day morgan would’ve forgotten all about this.

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you were right like always. morgan didn’t ask anymore about it, instead offering to get drinks. you turned it down, desperate to get home and text your boy. and you did, only at 11pm.

hey, sorry it’s so late. had a long day at work.

no worries, so did i. listen, i have a question.

this boy only sent messages that would make your heart drop. with a pacing heart, you texted back.

yes?

his ‘online’ button flashes on. then he was typing. then he was deleting. it seemed like hours before he responded.

what’s your name?

godamnit. you didnt have a display name because you didn’t want anyone you knew finding your account. what’s a fake name you can use? maybe...

lila.

why did you pick spencer’s ex’s name? you don’t know. you remember being insanely jealous of her because she got to kiss spencer in the pool while you were posted outside. your crush on spencer was still very much alive, but not as much as it was with pretty boy.

that’s a pretty name.

thanks. now you have to tell me yours ;)

you’ve never been so nervous for a text conversation in your life. for some reason, the back of your head wondered what it would be like if you were texting spencer. it was just a thought, though. spencer would never say half of this stuff.

call me morgan.

oh NO. please no... you stalked his profile again, terrified that you’ve been flirting with your coworker this past month. alas, your eye caught another body picture- this time of his arm. no tattoos like derek. not to mention he was much smaller. not that that’s a bad thing. you don’t think you’d ever be able to handle derek...

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you arrived at work yet again with a blushing face. “come on, you can’t keep hiding this from me! tell me something at least!” derek whined. “okay! his name is morgan. and i know what you’re thinking, and no, it’s not you, my boy is much more attractive.” derek’s mouth formed into an ‘O’ shape in fake offense. “that’s damn near impossible. ain’t nobody prettier than derek morgan.” spencer walked in now, again with a dorky smile on his face. “spencer. (y/n)’s got a crush on-“ you jumped to cover his mouth, the sound of your crush’s name muffled. “what- hey! no fair! derek gets to know but i cant?” spencer whined. derek held his hands up and sat back down, not wanting to get you mad. smart. “three can’t keep a secret.” was all you said before sitting down to clean your workspace.

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the new highlight of your day was texting morgan. you learned several things about him; he has a job he can’t specify for personal reasons, he really wants a dog but he feels like animals hate him. you told him about your cat joel, and how they could absolutely love him. he appreciated that.

if i tell you something, do you promise not to freak out?

depends. are you about to tell me you’re a serial killer?

no!

you giggled to yourself at your humor.

i wanna meet you.

you promised not to freak out, but you were freaking out. it was just now setting in that you didn’t know this man at all. where he lived, how old he was, even what he looked like. you took a few deep breaths and asked a question.

where do you live?

quantico virginia.

no hesitation on that one. he lived in the same town as you? you didn’t know how you’d be able to turn this down...

shit, me too. let’s meet up then.

i’ll send you a good place to get drinks.

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“every time you walk in here, you’re blushing. now so are your ears.” you beamed at derek, sitting at your desk before spilling. “i’m gonna meet him.” “wait what? are you sure that’s safe?” you rolled your eyes. “i’m an fbi agent. i’m not scared of a little danger.” you playfully winked and derek blew out a huff of air. “if anything happens, you know you can call me.” you pouted at your friend and nodded, appreciating his concern. spencer was spinning in his seat. “you happy too?” you asked. he only nodded and didn’t elaborate. you we’re going to press on, but hotch called you all in and you lost your chance.

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on rare occasions, the bau got tough cases with very happy endings. this was one of those cases. the plane ride home was extremely joyous and derek offered to get drinks again. this time, everyone accepted (all except hotch). you texted morgan telling him you were going out tonight and you wouldn’t be back till late. you laughed to yourself. it was like he was your boyfriend.

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the night was young and you were fairly tipsy. ok that’s generous, you were drunk. you were spending most of your time with penelope and it took you a minute to remember spencer. “ohmygosh! spence!” he was startled at your presence but he gave you that flat mouthed smile of his. “how are you! you’re my favorite scorpio.” you nodded as you said it, as if trying to convince him it was true. “thanks? i’m good. you’re drunk.” he pointed out. “no shit. hey!!! you never showed me your tumblr user! you gotta show me that girl you like, bet you she’s really sexy.” you didn’t even know what you were saying at this point, whipping out your phone and snapping a picture with spencer. “what are you doing?” he asked, watching you type. “posting this on tumblr! i want everyone to know you’re my favorite in the world.” he wanted to ask favorite what, but a ping on his phone distracted him. lila posted. he smiled and checked her page.

holy fuck.

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“(y/n)?” he asked, not looking away from his phone. “yess?” you responded. “what’s your tumblr?” what is your tumblr? “uhhh..i don’t know, check.” you tossed him your open phone, and his eyes only grew wider. “you’re lila?” the words rang through your ears like a siren. “what?” the word was breathy, you couldn’t add stability to what you said. spencer showed you his phone, ‘prettyboy187’ on the screen. “you’re morgan?” still no confidence in your voice whatsoever. your feelings were supposed to change, you weren’t supposed to like that morgan was spencer. but they didn’t. you didn’t even think about the fact he saw your swimsuit photos. you loved that morgan was spencer, and you still wanted to see him on the weekend. “are you mad?” you asked, not being able to stop yourself from sipping from your glass. “no. should i be?” you smiled. “no. do you still wanna meet up this weekend?” “yes. but i don’t wanna get drinks.” he wasn’t even drinking, why is he complaining. “where should we go then?” “my house.”

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66scloud · 3 years

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(fem!dom, thigh riding, praise kink, swearing, degrading) ⚠️NSFW⚠️

there he sat. on your thigh, whining and moaning like crazy. watching him get off on your thigh through the mirror brought joy to you. you couldn’t feel any better about yourself. you, have the captain in a complete moaning mess. who would’ve thought that humanity’s greatest would be in such position. the man that orders everyone around, was now the opposite. slapping his ass you say, "c’mon go faster, make yourself cum pretty boy you know you want to". you forcefully grabbed his hips pulling him closer to you as he increased his pace because shit, he really wanted to cum, and smashed your lips on to his. at this rate he had no energy to kiss back, he was a drooling, whining mess, he couldn’t keep his mouth closed to kiss back. that was when you decided to turn him around to where he was now facing himself in the mirror. “look how pretty you look fucking your self so good on my thigh.” he felt so good that he couldn’t look. he could barley keep his eyes open. grabbing his face, turning it towards the mirror and opening his eyes with your fingers telling him, “ I told you to look you little slut. you listen when i talk to you, understand!” “mmm a-ahh” was all he could mutter out. you grabbed his neck, bringing his head closer to you so you were close enough to whisper in his ear and said “answer me when i talk to you slut!” he managed to spit out “y-yes m-mommy, i-i look so pretty r-riding you.” “good boy”, hearing you say that made him go absolutely insane. he loved it when you complimented him and you knew that too. using it to your advantage you say “you love it when mommy praises you don’t you my sweet boy?” waiting for the reply you knew you weren’t going to get, you slap his ass once more. “A-AH! yes, i love it. it makes me feel so good!” to add a little more entertainment to the situation, you reached your hand out to stroke his cock as he continued to ride out his high. “n-no p-please, don’t touch t-there!” “oh? why’s that? it makes you feel good tho doesn’t it?” his nodding in reply resulted in grabbing his cock, making him yelp “what did i say about answering when your spoken to you little slut”. “NnHg y-yess, i feel so good Mmm, m-more please Ah” “more what? use your words beautiful.” throwing his head back, letting out a long moan making an “o” shape with his mouth from all of the pleasure, whining out, “t-touch me more. play with me m-more please. i-it feels so mmm, good” smiling at how loud he’s being, you say “anything for my beautiful prince”. once you guys finish, you hop in the shower and get all cleaned up, you get him dressed since he’s too sore to do so himself, you get in bed, snuggle up to him as he lays his head on your chest, play with his hair and watch a movie until you guys fall alseep in eachothers arms.

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butchbarneygumble · 3 years

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Got tagged by @lucky-lacmac ! I always grasp the chance to talk about my comfort characters so HERE GO They vary depending on hyperfixations so I'm going with what comes to mind rn and thus they're not numbered wheeeeeee Prohyas Warrior (Mighty Magiswords)

I just. I was just smitten by this guy from day one. I was in Florida, caught the first episode on TV. Wasn't too enticed by the show yet, but soon found myself dreaming of the characters. Gave it more of a chance when I was back home, and eventually got way too into it and it moved from Background Noise to Hell Yeah I Love You!!!! The show in general brings me so much joy but something about Accordion Man just... speaks to me. He insist he's manly and has a killer bod, but he's also openly fond of cute things like dolphins and lil bugs and is super motherly. I just love when characters defy gender expectations. And I love his design, his attitude, his voice, the sense of humour he brings, and that hair, man. That hair Sends Me. He's probably one of the reasons I dyed my hair blue.... not to mention both he and Vambre are just unapologetic manchildren who just try to have fun with their job and adult life. I really relate to that and wish CN would do more cartoons about that. I'm tired of children protags jhckgfgs

honestly every character in this show gets comfort character vibes from me (just please give vambre a break with the hornyposting she deserves so much more) and the fact it has like no fandom at all is criminal

Conker (Conker's Bad Fur Day)

Imagine if you will, I was 6 years old or so when Bad Fur Day released. I had no knowledge of it until my dad bought it for himself from the bargain bin in a local Intertoys that is now gone. Playing it through a bit (sneakily) my mom caught me JUST at the moment he threw up during the opening cutscene. I cried out of secondhand embarrassed, mom consoled me and it went into storage until I was 13 Then I found footage of the Great Mighty Poo on Youtube and snuck in that damn game again. Now, I had actual knowledge of English and as a teenager, the concept of an adult game was just very exciting. I fell in love with Conker, but in a different way a lot of people do. I see him as a normal guy who's just having a really weird day and his greed ruins his life. It's poetic, and I want to hug him a lot. But also slap him for being a little shit. He was there for me in my strange teenhood, when I was exploring adult subjects when I probably shouldn't, but it's been good all the way through. Probably my gateway into the furry fandom as well. As an adult I find myself enjoying the non-edgy stuff more - and it reflects in the fan material I produce of Conker. He is still very important to me and I love him a lot.

Barley Lightfoot (Onward)

Rarely was there ever a character I could point at and be like "me." Girls in animation were always just... There, or very girly to a point I couldn't see myself in there. Surprise, surprise, Renée, you're not even a girl!!! Barley is one of those characters that I saw myself in. I do not have a sibling, but sometimes do wish I had one - and live vigorously throughout media portrayals of them. He is me as my best self - supportive, loud, clumsy, outwardly scary but otherwise just trying to do the right thing. He's one of those "Do I want to date you or do I want your gender" types. Ian is a good boy too ofc, but Barley to me is especially personal. His choice of fashion and body shape, right down to his big jawline, I feel mirrors myself. However, where both Lightfoot bros shine is that I share the experience of having "half a dad".

When Barley and Ian were going through the underground river and he was talking about the last memory of his dad, I saw me. I cried buckets. My dad was diagnosed with ALS somewhere around when I first read about Onward's development, and when I saw it with him he was already paralyzed and wheelchair-bound. He was smiling all the way through. Fergy Fudgehog (Viva Piñata)

Lilshit. Absolute trash animal. Why do I love you so much? I dunno. He's kind of awful. Whereas originally characterized as a scaredy-cat who hated the idea of parties, he eventually got flanderized into a nasty little so-and-so who would sell his own adoptive brother if it meant he could get a snack out of it. When he's not that, he's a whiny manchild. Yet he entices me. His colour pattern, and my fondness for hedgehogs... him making weird noises a lot. I like him enough to have had a role play account for him for a while that's still around!! Sometimes you don't know why you like a character and that's okay.

Luigi (Super Mario Bros) Mario (Super Mario Bros)

When I was 12 I first got into Mario. And I don't mean playing the games and enjoying them, but actively into the characters, lore, and stories... for as much as you can say Mario has story. Mario and Luigi are just such pleasant looking characters. They shouldn't be cute but they are. They were my first crushes and recently I've gotten back into it and I'm just here for it. Mario and Luigi are cute and I should say it!!!!!I legit find them attractive, physically and mentally. Also shipping Luigi with Peasley gives me happiness and I hate teenage me for having bad taste and hating it.

Donkey Kong Diddy Kong Dixie Kong

Donkey Kong is the Absolute, the Eternal. He has always been there in my life, and so have his games. Something about that ape makes me feel comfortable and happy and I just want to hug him. I love the lore of the games, the aesthetics - toony-yet-realistic, and it influenced the HELL out of my own art style. Donkey Kong is just a Cool Soft Gorilla who WILL kick ass. Diddy and Dixie were also super influentual to me. DKC2 is one of my most favourite video games, starring two of my most favourite characters, and my favourite aesthetic... though, in a fun case of chicken-and-egg situation, I dunno if my love for pirates came from DKC2 or other way around. Lars Barriga (Steven Universe)

Babby's First Gender Envy When Lars' entire arc happened, I was in college, constantly trying to discover myself. I enjoyed the character before the arc but the arc just elevated my love for him to the stars. He's just a fella, so nervous about what other people think about him... later in the show you get an insight on why he's like that. Then, he's dragged to space, forced to confront his emotional constipation, Fuckin Dies trying to save his new friends, and is brought back to life as a badass pink space zombie. Something about that just vibed with me super strongly. And how Steven always saw the good in him even if he bullied him. I love him so much. I love them both. That's the main ones! I tag whomever wants to do this I'm bad at tagging jdkfghjd

#tag game #long post #comfort characters

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cyro-starfire · 3 years

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Cyro meeting Lemon Monster for the first time - Lemcy fic

⚠️WARNINGS FOR THIS FIC: OC X CANON, VIOLENCE, CUSSING, KISSING, CRINGE⚠️

Character colors

Blue - Boyfriend

Red - Girlfriend

Green - Pico

Pink - Cyro

Orange - Lemon Monster

The night was still young, the stars shine brightly throughout the night sky, the full moon also gave a brilliant light that made the night seem less dark. Pico, Girlfriend, Boyfriend, and Cyro were having as friend's night out, just the four of them. They generally used their time in the night to goof around and have fun, visiting parks, getting ice cream and just messing around with each other.

As the night grew they decided to sleep over at Pico's place for the night, Girlfriend told her parents about it so they wouldn't panic if Girlfriend didn't get home tonight. On their way to Pico's house Pico noticed the mansion that Girlfriend's parent's had owned, the same one where Bee and Gee met the spooky kids Skid and Pump.

"Ayo, Bee, ain't that the same house you met those kids in?" Pico asked Boyfriend. "Hrm?" Boyfriend looked over and noticed the house. "Oh yeah, it is, what about it?" "Well ain't it also the same house where you told me you like dissed a weird lemon headed monster thing?" Pico added. "Uhh...y-yeah...? Where are you going with this Pico?" Boyfriend asked slightly nervous of what Pico's intentions could've possibly been...

"Well, it's been a long ass time since I had a good scare, not even Cassandra's stupid ass could scare me, you said the guy was genuinely terrifying, I wanna be the judge of that shit!" Pico exclaimed. "DUDE! ARE YOU FUCKIN INSANE? THAT FUCKER WANTED TO EAT ME AND BAE!" Boyfriend responded with a shocked screech. "Dude come on, how bad can it be for me? Besides, Gee can't die remember?" Pico tried to remind Boyfriend. "But he was still fucking creepy, even for a dearest like me." Girlfriend admitted.

"For real?" Pico asked, astounded by Girlfriend of all people admitting that. "Yeah dude." "Well if that's the case, i think it's about time you introduced me to him!" Pico chuckled. "DUDE NO! ARE YOU FUCKING CRAZY?! PLUS WHAT IF CYRO GETS HURT?!" Girlfriend states to Pico, obviously not happy that he would want to do something this reckless and life threatening. Pico looked at Cyro and felt bad that he almost forgot that they were there..."Well...you guys know I'll shoot up anything hostile." He responds bluntly. "Come on, it'll be worth it, i wanna meet this fucker" Girlfriend and Boyfriend looked at each other and then looked at Cyro for their input.

"o-o-oh uhm..." Cyro was taken aback by the situation being suddenly focused around them. "Do you think you'll be able to handle this shit Cy?" Boyfriend asks the alien in a gentle tone, as to not put more stress on Cy. "w-w-well i-i m-m-mean uh...i-i guess it sh-shouldn't b-be too b-bad if P-Pico is the o-one protecting us..." They replied quietly but not too quiet to where Bee and Gee couldn't hear. "You sure?" "I-I'm p-positive! P-Please don't w-worry about m-me too m-much!" Cyro reassures the two. Bee and Gee look at Cyro for a while and sighed. "Alright just...stay close to us alright?" Cyro nods in response.

Girlfriend finally responded to Pico "Okay, fine we'll go in again..." Pico cheered. "HELL YEAH! LES FUCKING GO!!!" Pico screamed out in joy as he immediately darted towards the mansion and wasted no time to get in, the other three followed but not as enthusiastic as Pico, they were more reluctant if anything, especially Girlfriend...

The inside of the mansion felt as dead and haunted as the first time Girlfriend and Boyfriend went inside it together for the first time. "I still hate looking at the inside of this hellscape babe..." Boyfriend shuddered. "Me too honey bun..." "Awe come on you guys are pussies!" Pico giggled. "EASY FOR YOU TO SAY MAN, YOU FUCKING KILLED A HUGE ASS ALIEN WHEN WE WERE IN FUCKING SCHOOL!" Boyfriend screeched at Pico in anger only making Pico laugh more. Cyro was shaking like a leaf, clinging tightly onto Girlfriend's red dress. "Y-You okay Cy?" Girlfriend asked, worried about the shivering alien. "i-i-i-i-i'm g-g-g-good..." Cyro whimpered silently.

"Okay this was obviously a bad idea, I'm pretty sure this place alone is gonna make Cy have a huge panic attack.." Boyfriend sighed but was cut off by Cyro. "N-N-NO! I-i-i-i-i'm okay, i-i promise...i-i-it's j-j-j-just c-c-cold here..." "You sure Cy?" Pico asked, concerned as well. "Y-Yeah...t-trust me g-guys i-i'm fine!" The alien tried their best to reassure the three, which only resulting in Pico, Bee and Gee sighing in unison, they couldn't just back out on this so quickly...right...?

After some time of exploring the mansion, it did take some time for Pico to get genuinely spooked by the place... "Wow...y'all weren't fuckin around..." He chuckled nervously. "This place is creepy as fuck...why do your parents even own this place to begin with Gee?" Girlfriend shrugged "I don't know man, sometimes they don't even make sense to me..." She responds. "Wait, so you admit your scared then?" Boyfriend asks with a slight giggle.

"WH-WHAT?! N-NO?! I AIN'T FUCKIN SCARED BEE!!" "Ya sure Pico?" Boyfriend giggled even more. "Your sure acting like your scared!" "THERE'S A FUCKIN DIFFERENCE WITH BEING SCARED AND BEING CREEPED OUT YOU FUCK NUT, GET THAT THROUGH YOUR THICK ASS HEAD!" "Okay but your stuttering, your clearly pissing yourself dude." "NO I FUCKIN AIN'T!" "Yeah you are!" "SHUT THE FUCK UP!!!" Pico screamed. And thus, an argument began with the two boys, Girlfriend sighed. Some things never really do change, do they? Cyro looked away from the arguing boys only to be met with an odd looking shadow in the distance. "h-h-h-huh?"

"g-g-guys...?" Cyro tried to get everyone's attention but they couldn't be heard over Boyfriend and Pico so they had to try again "G-Guys?" Still not being heard over, so Cyro took a deep breath and reluctantly scream to get their attention. "GUYS!" With them finally being heard all three of them turned their heads to look at the quivering alien. "Is something wrong Cy?"

"u-uh y-yeah, WHAT TH-THE FUCK IS THAT?!" The alien screeched in terror pointing at the lemon shaped shadow that was hiding behind a door. "What's wh- oh...oh no..." "B-B-Bee...?" "What the fu..." The shadow suddenly had a visible smile and finally spoke. "Well, well, well~ what do we have here~? A three course meal~? How thoughtful of you all~!" The voice was deep, soothing, and mesmerizing. The creature slowly opened the door and stepped out.

As seen through the shadow it had a yellow, lemon shaped head, it's eyes were huge with wide pupils within them, it's teeth were uncomfortably crooked, it's neck was a velvet red and the rest of it's body was a pitch, raven black, it had two fingers on each hand, and it had only two toes on each foot. The creature was very tall in compared to the four other beings within the room, it towered over all of them.

"It has been quite a long while since i have seen you two~! And i see you've brought that little schizophrenic ginger friend of yours~! And-" the monster paused to look at Cyro behind Girlfriend, still scared out of their mind. "Well now~! Who's this little friend of yours~? They look rather...appetizing~ in more ways then one if i must be so bold to say~!" He said, attempting to slowly approach Cy but was stopped by Girlfriend. "Don't go near them...O R E L S E . . ." She warned it with a growl, which only made the lemon headed monster roll its eyes in annoyance. "And you still don't know how to not be so RUDE..." The monster growled.

"Better not try jack shit bitch, i know how to use this thing." Pico aimed the gun towards the monster which only made it boom with laughter. "You think a puny little weapon like that scares me? How adorable~!" It chuckled before lunging at Girlfriend and attacked her which made Pico start firing bullets at the creature, and Cy ran as fast as they could into an empty hallway. Boyfriend stood still, he didn't wanna engage in the violence, he didn't sign up for this shit man...

After the monster and Girlfriend fought, monster while doing a number on Girlfriend decided that enough damage was done and went after Cyro. Pico and Boyfriend, instead of knowing Girlfriend can easily heal, and going after the monster and making sure he doesn't hurt them, went to Girlfriend to see if she was okay, Cyro was sobbing and whimpering while running, wanting to be home right now and not here.

"FUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCK!!! I KNEW THIS WAS A BAD IDEA WHY DID I TRY TO LOOK BRAVE FOR EVERYONE HHHH!!!!" The alien screamed internally and wished that they were just honest so that none of this would be happening right now, after some running they found themself in a dead end, and what was worse is that they could hear the monster's footsteps. "NONONONONONONONONONO PLEASE PLEASE OH PLEASE I DON'T WANNA DIE, WHY ME, WHY ME. WHY ME!!!" As much as they hated themself, but they were still terrified of dying, especially like this...

The monster got closer and closer until he was visible again which only heightened Cyro's anxiety, their heart was pounding through their chest and their breathing was rapid, they could barley think straight at all. "There you are my dear~!" The monster cooed. "p-p-p-please leave m-m-me alone..." They whimpered quietly. "Oh don't worry dear~! I won't kill you~! Will i possibly hurt you? Maybe, but then again..." He got closer to them and pinned them against the wall, he slowly put his two fingered claws against their face, and caressed their face gently.

"I would feel guilty if i caused any sort of harm to an adorable and beautiful creature such as yourself~!" It whispered in their ear making Cyro blush deeply and shudder they were so confused by this behavior. "You know, i normally don't have such feelings for prey...but you...your different..." The monster explained to Cyro. "wh-what d-do you m-mean...?" "I mean what i mean my sweet cherry cake~! Your seem like such a delicate creature~!" The monster slowly moved it's claws under Cyro's chin and began to rub the bottom of their chin gently. Cyro couldn't help but purr at the sensation.

The monster chuckled at Cyro's purring, they were so adorable. "Perhaps i won't eat you~ your so sweet, I'm afraid that if I eat you, I'll get a cavity~!" The monster joked. Cyro didn't respond, they only continued to purr at the monster rubbing their chin, until he took his claw away from their chin which only made them whine. "wh-why'd y-you st-" they were interrupted by the monster giving them a soft and gentle kiss on the lips, which surprised Cyro at first, but they slowly sunk into the kiss and kissed the monster back. There was some time before they broke away from the kiss, Cyro panted softly while looking at the creature

The monster chuckled. "While i would love to keep you, i fear that i have aggravated your friends enough, so unfortunately this will be goodbye for now, but i will be back soon, my little prey, until we meet again~!" The monster whispered to them beore giving them a kiss on the cheek and disappeared into the shadows again. Which only left Cyro in confusion but at the same time, they felt like they've fallen in love again.

After some time Pico, Boyfriend and Girlfriend found Cy, fortunately for them Cyro was okay, and the four of them darted out of the house as soon as fucking possible. Cyro never really forgot about that day ever since...

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cordonian-literature · 4 years

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The Aftermath - Ch. 25

An Arrival

Summary: The court makes its way to Lythikos, where the fun is temporary for Hana

Word Count: ~4.3k

Warnings: mention of character death

A/N: the song that Eleanor and Heather play: Yann Tiersen - Comptine d`un autre ete - l`apres-midi. It’s one of my favorite piano songs :))

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- Hana -

Everyone woke up early to get to Lythikos in time for the festivities. Riley and her children were going with Olivia and Hana, seeing that Liam was unfortunately busy and would be arriving to Lythikos late.

The children refused to wear warm clothes at first. They tried to convince their mother that if it was warm in the capital, then a five hour drive couldn’t change the temperature. Riley stops trying to convince them, but keeps their coats with her in the car.

Everyone sat quietly. The adults admired the landscape outside while the children played on their devices and drifted in and out of naps.

Hana notices Olivia’s cold exterior melt as the air outside became cooler. She understood why Duchess Olivia was tense; everyone in the group had heard the distasteful things that people were saying about Liam, Riley, and the children. Hana was especially shocked with the charming façade that young ladies would put on when they would greet their king; giggling and blushing all the while. Similarly with Gabriel, they would tap his nose or pinch his cheek while commenting on how adorable he was.

And of course there were the nasty glances those same women threw in Riley’s direction. Hana suspected Riley had seen some of those rude looks, but she seemed oblivious, or at least indifferent.

After everyone arrives and settles into their rooms, the court heads back outdoors for some ice skating. Eleanor gracefully glides across the frozen lake, while Gabriel does his best to waddle without falling.

“Hi, Ella!” calls out a girl. Hana turns to see that it’s Prince Leo’s daughter, carefully looking at her skates while she makes her way over to Eleanor, who glides over to her new friend and grabs her hand.

While the two girls race around the lake, Gabriel and Hunter struggle to stand. Hana goes over to help them, giving them useful instructions on how to keep themselves balanced and how to glide without wobbling.

She saw Maxwell and Rowan huddled close together as they skated slowly, and on the other side of the lake was Jessica pulling Drake behind her, their gloved hands clasped together. Hana notices the contrast between the two couples, and wonders when Maxwell and Rowan’s relationship even began.

She glides alongside Lady Penelope, who complains of the cold, until Duchess Olivia finally announces that it was now time to go skiing.

They all walk over towards the ski lift. Hana calls over Riley, who watches her children get on a lift with Hunter and Heather. After Eleanor waves at her mother, Riley follows Hana and Penelope onto another lift.

Other nobles have already started skiing down, leaving gusts of snow behind. After the children reach the top of the hill and look at what’s ahead of them, they each take a step back.

“Mama, I don’t wanna do this,” Eleanor says to Riley.

“Aw, it’s okay,” her mother tells her.

Hana glances down at the slope, trying to see it from a child’s point of view. The uneven terrain was randomly littered with trees, and the occasional burst of wind could knock down anyone who wasn’t focused on their balance.

Hana leans towards Riley and comments, “I don’t think it would be safe for you to go either, Riley. Your leg only just healed.”

“You’re right,” Riley says. “Maybe we should go back inside?”

“But I wanna have more fun in the snow!” Eleanor whines.

“Snowball fight?” asks Maxwell, appearing from behind them with Rowan in tow.

“Snowball fight!” Eleanor and Heather cheer.

“Perhaps there is some place nearby we can go,” Hana suggests, wanting to be included in whatever fun everyone was planning.

“Oh, I know! Follow me, blossoms!” Maxwell cries, leading the way safely down the slope and through a well-trodden path.

Eventually, they all come to a large, empty field completely covered with snow. When Hana turned around, she could still see blurry outlines of nobles going up the ski lift and down the slope.

The children have already started dividing the group into teams, and Hana is glad to find herself on Riley’s team, with Gabriel and Hunter.

“We have to make a fort!” the boys cry, getting to work.

Riley and Hana look towards the other team, whose “fort” was coming along faster than theirs. Hana kneels down into the snow, criticizing the form of the pile. She guides the boys into making a shape that would stay stable even if it were hit, and they finish right as Eleanor calls out that their team is ready.

“Heather can’t really throw,” Hunter tells the group. “So I think if you hit her she won’t be able to defend herself.”

“Ella can throw but she can’t aim,” Gabriel adds. “You can easily dodge her snowballs.”

While the boys discuss their battle strategy, Hana leans towards Riley. “I don’t know the rules,” she tells her.

“That’s fine! Just aim for people on the other team until all of them are knocked out.”

Hana nods her head. Simple enough.

“Ready?” Maxwell calls out to their group.

“What’s taking you guys so long?” Eleanor cries again.

“Hurry up!” Heather calls.

“We’re ready, we’re ready, calm down!” Hunter cries back to his sister.

Everyone huddles behind their forts with lumps of snow in their hands as Maxwell begins the countdown: “Three... two... one... fire!”

Balls of snow start falling near them, and Hana easily dodges away. She follows Riley into making a snowball, then stands and launches it the first person she saw.

Hana’s snowball makes contact with a tree behind Rowan, who moved out of the way right in time. The impact causes the snow to fall from the tree’s leaves.

“I’m so sorry!” Hana cries out, hoping that Rowan would forgive her.

Rowan gives a laugh, which is not what Hana expected. “That’s fine. It’s the point of the game.”

Eleanor uses all her effort to throw a ball at her brother, but she misses. While Heather moves slightly away from the fort to make another snowball, her brother aims and hits her.

“Haha!” Hunter cries. “You guys are down one!”

“Oh, yeah?” Maxwell yells. “Well we’re still three members strong!”

“Yeah!” Eleanor cheers.

Hana hides herself behind their fort again, mindful of the snowballs that were falling near her. She does her best to make the largest snowball she can. Quickly, she runs a small distance away from the fort, takes her aim, and launches her ball with all her strength.

It hits Maxwell square in the face, who falls backwards into the snow.

Everyone stops to stare. Hana rushes over to Maxwell, apologizing.

She holds out her hand, expecting Maxwell to take it and get up, but he lies there pretending to be dead.

“Maxwell?” Rowan asks. “Are you alright?”

His eyes feign weakness as he looks around. The words barley make it past his lips as he says, “Here lies a fallen soldier, brutally killed before his team could reach glory! Avenge me, children!”

“Poor soldier,” Eleanor exclaims, falling dramatically backwards. She starts moving her arms and legs, then cries, “Snow angel time!”

Everyone falls near her, moving their arms and legs in the same motions. Hana goes over to Riley again to ask, “What are they doing?”

“Making snow angels!” she tells her. Hana raises her eyebrows, still confused. “You know, like a silhouette of an angel in the snow? Here, do it with me, it’s fun.”

Hana had never been taught these activities, and feels awkward as she puts her head onto the ground. She looks up, copying Riley’s motions. As her legs and arms move the snow away from her, she feels the cold brush against her. But the soft and cold earth underneath her is comfortable, and she joins everyone in their giggling.

After they all stand and brush themselves off, Maxwell leads everyone back to Lythikos Keep.

“Thank you for that,” Hana tells everyone while they walk. She believes that the slight soreness on her face is because of the cold, but the joy in her own voice surprises her. It had been a while since she was this happy. “I’ve never had so much fun in the snow before!”

The children smile back up at her, while Riley says, “Glad we could give you the quintessential childhood experience. Even if it was a bit delayed.”

Both women link their arms as they follow the rest of the group indoors.

In the foyer of Olivia’s home, there are servants passing out Lythikos Nog and hot chocolate.

Riley sniffs at the nog, looking at it quizzically. She whispers at Hana, “There’s a small part of me saying that this may be poisoned.”

Maxwell comes up to them, half of his nog already gone. “Considering Olivia, that would be expected, but this is actually really good!”

“If you say so... but if I die, Rowan, you’re in charge of the kids.”

“Aye aye, captain,” Rowan says from behind Maxwell. She holds a steaming cup of hot chocolate and sips it slowly.

Riley takes a small sip of her own drink, then pulls back. “Mhm! This is really good! Rich, sweet, and savory all at the same time!”

“I’m glad you’re enjoying it,” Olivia comes up to the group with a cup of her own nog. “I remembered that I never served it to the guests during your first Social Season, so I figured it was about time I gave you the full experience.”

Everyone takes a few more sips of their drinks. The foyer begins to empty out as guests retreat to spend the rest of their evenings elsewhere. Eventually Drake joins them as well — without Jessica, as she had retired for the rest of the night.

They all sit together as Olivia tells them of the dance and dinner tomorrow, when the door opens, bringing in gusts of wind and King Liam.

“Good evening, everyone,” he greets. A servant takes his coat and gloves as someone else brings him a cup of nog. He takes a seat next to Riley. “How did everyone enjoy their day?”

“It was the same as every year, Liam,” Olivia tells him. “Ice skating, skiing, though it was quite entertaining to see Bradshaw struggle to stand on his skates. But I’m more interested in any news you may have.”

Liam sighs and looks down into his cup. Hana wondered what situation had kept him away from the court for the entire day, but her questions are answered as he speaks up: “Nothing has come up from any of the investigations. The connection to the bombing to the Metropolitan Museum is officially known to the public, but besides that we know nothing else. We are as clueless as America, France, and Austria.”

“There’s no plan or anything?” Maxwell asks.

“No,” Liam tells them. “But my guard and I have come to a decision that it may be a good idea to search the belongings of everyone in attendance for the Social Season. Respecting everyone’s privacy of course, but it would still be an important task to complete, seeing that we are a large number of people traveling across the country for the next few weeks. We can’t risk not knowing that there may be someone here covering up their tracks.”

“There are some French and Austrians in attendance,” Olivia mentions. “I’ll tell Jacob to do a background search, and I’ll have someone keep an eye on them.”

“Thank you, Duchess,” Liam says. The rest of the group breaks into conversations, and Liam turns back to Riley. “How are the children?”

“Fine,” she answers him. “They spent the day with Hunter and Heather. I think they’re all playing in their rooms right now.”

Liam smiles at her, then turns towards Maxwell, who tells a story to the group.

Minutes pass, during which guests walk by the foyer to get to their rooms. The sun from outside fades as night creeps in, and servants turn on the lights and some candles. Hana notices how similar Riley’s and Rowan’s postures were: both of them leaned towards the men they were sitting next to, Riley tilting her head towards Liam — though she was listening to Maxwell — and Rowan leaning forward as she focused intently on Maxwell.

She feels a flash of envy inside of her, but then is upset with herself. These are her friends; she should be happy for them. It wasn’t their fault that Hana couldn’t get what they had, it was her own.

A few moments later, the door opens again, chilling everyone and the room around them. Servants rush to the door to greet whoever appeared, and Hana stands to greet her husband reluctantly.

And then she stops in her tracks. Neville isn’t the only thing in the door frame. Another small figure, reaching barely up to Neville’s hip, also comes into view.

The servants stand, collecting their coats and gloves, closing the door behind the two people. Hana’s heart wants to give up when she realizes that the person next to Neville is a child, with the same dark shade of skin, the same nose, the same eye color, but a lighter shade of hair.

Hana’s eyes burn as she walks closer to him. She can hear whispers behind her, and knows that more people have collected in the foyer.

He notices her, then makes a face, looking her up and down. “Pick your jawn off the floor, woman,” her husband says to her sharply. He finishes giving off his gloves to a servant, then ushers the boy forward. Neville looks up, taking a look around the small crowd of people that formed. A disgusting smirk spreads across his face. “Am I mistaken, or is this not the season we present our illegitimate children? Apparently they’re all supposed to make an appearance.”

There’s a laugh behind his every word, and Hana’s chest tightens.

She wants to punch him, kick him, slap him, anything to make him feel even a fraction of the shame that burned her body. But Hana stood in place, rooted like an old tree, simply watching the child and his father.

The whispers behind them intensify. Another staff member walks up to Neville to say, “If you wish, sir, I can lead you to your rooms.”

“Yes, yes, whatever rooms you’ve given the Countess.”

At that Hana’s heart burns even more. He was still making her share a room with him? After all the humiliation he had just caused her in the last few seconds, surely asking for a different room would do comparably less harm.

She still doesn’t move, doesn’t even turn her head as Neville and his son are ushered up the stairs. Seconds pass, and the small crowd leaves as well. She feels a warm hand on her shoulder. “Hana?” Riley asks in a soft voice.

She turns to see her friends all huddled near her, shock and horror painted over Rowan’s face, pain over Maxwell’s, and — the ones she was most thankful for — anger and disgust on Drake’s, Olivia’s, and Liam’s faces.

Hana feels her body shake. She can’t bring herself to breath. She looks around the room, looking for something that could help her, could take her away from this pain.

“Hana? Take a deep breath, we’re here,” Riley’s voice says.

Tears had blurred Hana’s vision, but she feels the same warm hand on her shoulder again, and then another one on her other shoulder. She falls forward, burying her face in Riley’s neck, and forces herself to cry quietly. It’s the most refreshing thing she’s felt in her life, and a few powerful sobs escape her when she realizes that.

...

Duchess Olivia was kind enough to give Countess Hana another room. Riley had to hold her hand through the process of going up stairs, due to Hana looking like she would pass out at any given moment. It was difficult for her to fall asleep, as she was doing her best to recall every moment of their relationship when he wasn’t with her.

Suddenly the month-long trips away on “business deals” and “financial projects” made sense. He had spent the majority of their marriage lying to her.

The next morning, Riley had to come wake Hana, whose pillow was wet and face was swollen. The look of pity of Riley’s face caused Hana to cry even harder, and Riley held her friend until the tears subsided.

Neither of them had breakfast, and it was impossible for Riley to get Hana to get some lunch that was being served. She felt numb, and could barely move herself.

When Riley leaves the room, shame and embarrassment wash over her. Was she truly so terrible that even Riley wanted to leave her be? But then she comes back, a servant trailing behind her with lunch enough for both of them.

Riley tries to get Hana to eat, but doesn’t pressure her. Hana feels that she can’t keep anything down, and eats the bare minimum.

She knew it was almost time for dinner when little Eleanor walked into her room, wearing an adorable pink dress, to ask if she could help Auntie Hana and her Mama get ready.

Hana manages a smile, though she notices the concerned look on the child’s face. Thankfully, neither of them have to leave the room as Rowan walks in, already prepared for the evening, with a dress in each hand for Riley and Hana.

It takes too long for Hana to get dressed, and it takes even longer for them all to convince to go to the ballroom for dinner.

But as Riley links her arm through Hana’s she finds enough strength to stand and walk.

Everyone they pass has their eyes glued on Hana, looking her up and down.

Neville was at the table Riley was leading Hana to. Riley’s seat was on the table right next to it, where King Liam, Prince Leo and his family, Gabriel, Eleanor, Duchess Olivia, and Duke Bertrand and his family were seated.

Hana takes a seat, but thankfully Neville sits across the table, and Hana is between Duke Rashad and Lady Penelope.

Servants lay out food in front of them and guests begin to eat. There’s a variety of seafood on Hana’s plate, but all she can do is push it around with her fork and force tiny pieces into her mouth.

She hear’s Neville’s haughty voice speaking to guests around him, though no one matches his tone. She hears other people whisper words like “shameful”, “disrespectful”, “direct attack”, and she remembers what Neville said to her last night.

Not only had he embarrassed Hana, but King Liam, Lady Riley, and their son, all had been insulted in one sentence. Hana’s heart races again; she had promised herself to help Riley through the rude words of the court, and help the family glide through the season peacefully. But her own husband had ruined her plans. Her own husband had ruined his own reputation and her’s.

She wonders, while poking at her food, why he decided to do this. Why had he done that to her? Why had he announced that he betrayed her in front of the entire court?

Hana wants to turn around, to tell Riley to help her back into her room because she was set on never showing her face again.

But someone’s hand comes into her vision. “Would you like to dance?” Duke Rashad asks.

She wants to apologize, say that she doesn’t have the energy — but she knows that she’s been trained for this, trained to do things she didn’t want. She takes his hand and manages a smile.

He leads her to the dance floor, where pairs of people have already started collecting. Out of the corner of her eye she notices Maxwell partnered with Rowan, and King Liam with Duchess Olivia, both who looked towards Countess Hana with deep pity in their eyes.

The dance starts, and Hana manages to keep up with Rashad. She tries to look at something that may distract her thoughts, but during every spin Neville comes into view, and she wants to throw up.

Deciding that it may not be so bad if she simply looked at her dance partner, Hana faces Rashad. There’s no look of pity in his eyes. Instead it’s something that Hana is unfamiliar with. Was Rashad happy to be dancing with her?

“Countess, I wanted to say that I was sorry,” he says to her during the dance, while they are still close together.

“Sorry for what?” She uses everything in her power to stop her voice from cracking.

“That you must deal with such a despicable man as your husband,” he tells her. “Trust me when I tell you that the entire court is on your side. Even His Majesty spoke down on him this afternoon.”

“Mhm,” she mumbles. She knew that Riley, Liam, and her friends would all support her, but it felt nice to know that the court didn’t put any blame on her. She didn’t like that they pitied her, but truly, she had stopped caring about that a long time ago.

When the dance ends, she wants to rush back to her seat, or better yet, all the way up to her room, but as Rashad walks away from her, Neville pulls her into the next dance.

Every bone in her body yells at her to pull away from him, but she knows that if she does, she’ll cause a scene and embarrass herself even further.

“I wanted to let you know that I will be hosting a party at the Regatta,” he tells her. “I expect you to be in attendance instead of hiding away.”

She loses any energy she had, and refuses to match his tempo. But Neville’s hand is on her hip, and he pinches her. Hana bites her tongue to stop herself from crying out, and then forces herself to dance with more emotion.

After what feels like an eternity, the dance ends. She makes a beeline for the doors, smiling politely at everyone she passed. Hana goes down some odd corridors, until she finally reaches a room with a piano in it, Eleanor and Heather sitting on the stool.

“Hi!” Eleanor says to her.

Heather moves away from her friend and moves closer to Hana. “Are... are you okay?” the girl asks.

Hana hears footsteps behind her and almost makes a run for it, but thankfully only Riley appears.

“Hana?”

She felt guilty that Riley had followed her all the way here. Riley should be spending time with Liam, and Hana was interrupting that.

But the friendly presence felt like a blessing. Tears fall silently down her face as Riley wraps her arms around Hana. Her shoulders shake, but no sound comes out. Riley guides her to sit down on a little couch.

After a few minutes of silent crying, Eleanor speaks up, “Do you like piano music?”

Hana can’t bring herself to speak, but Riley tells her daughter, “She does. Hana loves playing the piano.”

“Okay!” Eleanor turns back towards the piano, and stares down at the keys. She looks back at her friend and asks, “Do you know the song ‘Comptain Dan At Etty’?”

“Comptine d'Un Autre Été,” her mother corrects her.

“Yeah, I know it!” Heather says.

“It was my dad’s favorite,” Eleanor tells her. She looks down at the keys again. “I know the left hand, but I have trouble with the right hand.”

“I know the whole thing. You can play the left, and I’ll play the right!” the girls plan.

“Okay!” Eleanor cries. She starts playing slowly, looking at her friend. “Like that, okay? I can’t play too fast.”

“That’s fine,” Heather says, turning back to the keys and waiting for her friend to start.

Eleanor begins playing, and a light melody engulfs the room. Heather joins in, adding smoothly to the calming song. Hana watches the little girls play as one person, their wrists gliding across the keys while the music dances around them. For a moment her worries are forgotten as she closes her eyes and lets the sound take her away. She can hear Eleanor begin to hum the tune that her friend was playing, and the sweet sounds make her feel peace.

The song feels like it ends too early. Hana wants to tell them to continue playing, but Riley says, “Come on, Hana, let’s get you to bed.”

The four of them walk up the stairs and into Hana’s room. As Hana sits down on the edge of her bed, she asks Riley to take a seat as well. She doesn’t want to be alone.

“Of course,” Riley says. “I’ll stay here for as long as you need me.”

Hana rests her head on Riley’s shoulder, and the girls take a seat on a chair and begin playing a game.

The despair in Hana’s heart isn’t as terrible as she remembered it. Her shoulders didn’t feel as heavy, and she felt angrier rather than upset or sad. Hana laces her fingers through Riley’s hand, and her body feels tranquil as she does so.

Thank you, Riley, she wants to say, but can’t bring herself to. She was exhausted, physically and emotionally.

But the part of her that used to beg for all the pain to go away isn’t there anymore, instead she is able to tell herself that things will get better, that it won’t be this terrible for much longer.

She believes herself, and falls into sleep, momentarily forgetting Neville, Lythikos, the Social Season, and the upcoming Regatta. Right now there was just peace, and she wasn’t going to waste a moment of it.

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Inside Onward - Dream Duty

I think you guys are going to like this one. So far the emotions are following what happens in the movie. But this chapter, this doesn’t happen in the movie. That’s right, this chapter is 100% original to the story. Consider it a deleted scene from Onward, all thanks to Ian’s emotions. And I hope you enjoyed it as much as I did, cause after I was done writing this, I needed a good cry and the biggest hug from both my Fear and Ian dolls.

Thankfully, and finally, things were becoming uneventful. Ian and Barley were driving down a bumpy, unpaved road into an untamed wilderness that’s been hardly touched for decades in the darkness of night, but other than that, uneventful. They’ll be safe inside Guinevere, right?

Fear was overlooking the short term memory shelves, a task he ritually does every night before Ian falls asleep. He was jotting down notes in his little notepad, noting and checking the memories of key events throughout Ian’s day. He also made a note of how there were a lot of purple memories at the start of Ian’s day, but throughout the evening it became less and less. Sure, he was in charge a lot, he still as a job to do. But seeing more colors, more signs that his coworkers have helped Ian, maybe this is a sign that he’s on the right track.

“Hey Fear?” Disgust asked, approaching the purple emotion from behind.

“Whuh!” Fear fumbled to grab his notepad in midair, but had to bend over for his pen.

Disgust couldn’t help but cross his arms and roll his eyes. “Hmph, you are so jumpy.”

“Heh heh, thanks?” Fear said as he stood up, holding his notepad in front of him like a security blanket.

“Speaking of that,” Disgust continued,” that’s what I wanted to say… thanks.”

Fear was taken aback by that. Disgust was being nice to him? Well, he was still snarky, but the green emotion’s tone was less snippy. “Thanks?”

“Yeah, you’re welcome.” Disgust smirked, brushing a loose stand of hair back in place. “But seriously, I’ve noticed you’ve been acting different tonight. Okay, you’re still a frightened little scaredy dragon, but I’ve noticed you trying to hold back and let us on the console some more. You’re even letting us share it sometimes. You’re still not good at it, but you’re doing better. So, my point is, keep at it.” Disgust leaned in and smoothed out a wrinkle on Fear’s sweat shirt. “And try fabric softener next time.”

Fear was silent as he watched Disgust walk away on that prideful saunter of his. Disgust was still acting like Disgust, but he almost said a compliment to Fear! Maybe… maybe things are getting better. As he thought this, Fear caught Anger walking by. “Hey, Anger,” he smiled and waved.

Anger gave the most judgmental sneer as he stormed by. “grrrrrrrr……..”

Fear nearly sank as he stepped back in fright. Okay, maybe things aren’t getting better.

“Uh oh,” Joy reported playfully, noting the vitals on the console. “Looks like sleepyhead can’t keep his eyes open any longer.”

“Okay gang,” Fear announced. “Let’s get Ian somewhere safe to sleep. We need him well rested for when he meets dad tomorrow.”

“Ugh, how is going to sleep in this dirty old van?” Disgust thought aloud. “And he has no comb or toothbrush. He’s going to be a total mess tomorrow. I can’t let that happen!”

Sadness helped Ian into the back of the van as Joy pointed out a small bench in the back they can sleep on. Joy patted Sadness’s back and left the console, Sadness alone to help Ian settle in on the narrow plank as best as he could. Joy approached Fear as he was passing by the recall tube. “Hey, great birthday so far, right?” Joy said to Fear cheerfully.

Fear chuckled nervously, but his smile was genuine. “Yeah. Unforgettable.”

“Hey, don’t give the forgetters down in long term any ideas,” Joy joked.

“Oh they better not forget these memories,” Fear replied, his fearful side showing through more. “These are very good memories we made today.”

“Dang right, they are,” Joy said before asking, “So, you’re on dream duty tonight, right?”

“Yup, Ian should be hitting R.E.M. any minute now,” Fear commented as he looked up at the screen, watching as Ian’s eyelids fall heavier with every blink. “You guys should go get ready for bed.”

“Actually,” Joy replied, “the other emotions and I have been talking, and we think we should sleep on the floor tonight.”

Fear’s face fell, his nerves rising. “You’ve… been talking about me?”

“No, not you,” Joy replied, trying to calm Fear’s worries. “We’ve just been thinking that today has been pretty eventful, and we should be nearby so we can get back to work when Ian wakes up. Don’t worry, we’ll be right on those couches over there,” Joy pointed to the couches. “We’ll be right there if you need us.”

“Okay,” was all Fear could manage as Joy ran off. But, inside, he was feeling less okay than he felt just moments ago.

Sadness watched as Ian’s eyes closed and remained closed, leaving the screen blank. “We’re asleep,” Sadness reported.

“Good job, gang,” Fear said as he tapped his foot on a button by the recall tube, sending the memories cascading from their shelves and rolling into the various recall tubes into long term memory. “Let’s get some sleep. Ian has an even bigger day ahead tomorrow.”

The other emotions chatted to each other as they both settled in on the couches. Fear took that moment to leave for the break room, making a quick cup of soothing tea to enjoy during dream duty. When he returned, he found Headquarters was quiet and dormant. The short term memory shelves were empty, and the memories were flying off into long term memory through the recall tubes. Anger, Joy, Sadness and Disgust were curled up together on the couches. Sadness lying flat on his back, Anger sleeping in a sitting position with his hands folded over his abdomen, Disgust with his head and legs propped up on some pillows, and Joy curled up in a cherub like fetal position, his hands tucked under his grinning face. Fear crossed the floor and gently placed his mug on the edge of the console.

Fear then took that moment to quietly panic to himself. What am I doing, he practically screamed inside his head. He threw his head back, his knees practically buckled as he shoved the palms of his hands against his tightened shut eyes, his nerve twisted up into a ball nestled into his blue hair. After giving a big, irate, terrified groan through his grit teeth, Fear finally broke from his melodramatic stance and began to ritualistically pace back and forth by the console, his hands gripping tightly at his sides.

Things couldn’t be falling apart any further if they tried! Ian had the worst birthday ever, and let’s not forget how his birth night has been! Magic gifts! Half a dad! Fiery Manticores! Car chases! Blood thirsty pixie dusters! And who was the liar?? Was Joy the liar? How could that be possible? Joy must be the only emotion in Ian’s head who loves Barley the most, and can genuinely tolerate him. What about Disgust, or Anger? Even Sadness doesn’t like Barley that much. But, none of them were at the console when the spell failed. And why was Family Island lit up? Ian tolerates his big brother too, and the yellow core memory powering Family Island, including the statue of Ian and Barley, proves it. So why was it lit up? And what was Fear thinking?? Agreeing to take the Path of Peril?? For crying out loud, it’s called the Path of Peril!! It couldn’t be more blatant of a stop sign if the name was emblazoned on a bright red octagon!!

Fear froze in his tracks as the projector whirred to life from the console, displaying a live broadcast from Dream Productions. Well, looks like Fear can focus on dream duty instead, for now. Fear took a sip of his tea as he watched from behind the console.

Onscreen began one of the usual dreams Ian commonly had. It was nighttime, the sky was clear and littered with bright stars. Ian was on a cliff that was overlooking a steep drop into the sea. Okay, not literally on a cliff, Ian was safely away from the cliff so all he could hear was the ocean waves. As well as crickets, the crickets sounded a little louder than the waves tonight. Sound mixing must be getting their act together down in Dream Productions.

Ian was busying himself with a telescope, overlooking the stars. After looking into the telescope for a brief moment, Ian adjusted the focus, looked again, adjusted the tracking, looked again. He caught a shooting star flash by, so fast he could have missed it if he blinked. He stood up and made a note in his notebook before going to the front of the telescope to check on a few things.

Fear smiled, he took another sip of his tea. He liked these stargazing dreams. Relaxing, uneventful. And they didn’t easily turn into nightmares like those dreams at school usually do.

Ian turned and left his telescope so he can bend over and pick up a star atlas out of his book bag. As he turned back to approach his telescope, he paused, his eyes slowly grew in wonder. Instead of the telescope, there stood a wizard staff. It was sticking humbly out of the ground, but stood straight and proud, as the warm glow of an orange gem began to light the night around them. Though it was still night, the sky began to illuminate like the recent dusk of sunset.

Fear looked at the screen, both curious and worried of where this is going.

Random selection of stars began to glow and drift slowly yet gracefully from the night sky. They floated both aimlessly like feathers, but with direction like fireflies. One by one, the stars gathered in the open between Ian and the wizard staff, as Ian silently watched in awe. The stars gathered into a collective of light, which gradually took shape, and faded into the form of a familiar stranger.

Dad.

Fear was in as much wonder as Ian was, both praying that it wasn’t a dream. Fear slowly approached the screen, as slowly as Ian approached his dad. With each step, it as if Fear could feel their wish that this was real growing, as if he was stepping ever nearer to reality, with the burdened truth that he would never reach it. But in the dream world, anything could happen. Thankfully, the miraculous, graceful and forgiving side of the dream world was unfolding tonight.

Fear stopped just inches from the screen, looking as if he was standing in the field right beside Ian, as Ian was standing just inches from his dad. After the longest pause, it felt like a minute short of eternity, Ian collapsed into dad’s welcoming, loving hug. Ian squeezed tight as he could, never wanting to let go, letting his tears fall if they must and stain dad’s sleeve.

A little sniffle was heard, but Fear knew that sound didn’t come from the dream. He gave Ian the biggest smile as he placed his hand on the screen, looking like he placed his hand on Ian’s shoulder.

“Not much longer, Ian,” Fear whispered to Ian. “Tomorrow, you’ll finally see your dad. And you’ll finally be the person you were meant to be.” Fear gave a smile with the least amount of worry and timidness that he ever gave in his life. “I promise.”

In the van, Ian rolled over into a more comfortable position on the narrow bench. It appeared a small smile was on his face.

#Inside Onward #pixar onward #pixar inside out #sir Iandore of Lightfoot #Ian Lightfoot #Barley Lightfoot #Joy #Sadness #Anger #Disgust #Fear

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The Wonderfully Right, And The Horribly Wrong (Daryl Dixon Love story)

Summery: After losing her brother and his wife, one young woman is left on her own, caring for a new born and trying to survive. After being taken in to a community after years of mistrust, how will she adapt, and what effect will a certain archer have on her. Starts the last episode of season 5

Warnings: slow-burn, angst, eventual fluff, violence, strong language. ptsd, age gape

Pairings: Daryl Dixon x OFC

AU:I am so sorry this is so long I’ve been in quarantine for seven weeks

Chapter 10

My ass was damp agent the wet garden chair while I brought the beer bottle back up to my lips, must have been an odd site, me sitting in a satin blue bridesmaid dress with a cheap bottle in my hand. The wedding was still merry and loud long after night fell. It was a lovely wedding, and now three of the seven Price children were gone and married. I gulped down the bitter drink (given to me by the eldest Mae, who now can’t drink thanks to getting knocked up) hearing Baba walking stick before I heard her call my name

“Natasha” only she called me that “you hardly tired now solnyshkuh” She sat next to me on the damp bench, ruining her purple dress.

She reached a hand out for me to hold once she was settled and I held it “No Baba, just taking a break” She hummed, shaking my hand affectionately. “Sonya found a boy” She remarked, her accent still thick, she only moved to America in her twenties. She didn’t sound pleased about the prospects of Sonya finding a dance partner “He’s too ugly for her”

He wasn’t ugly in truth, even I was a bit weak at the knees for him. He was Sherry’s mysterious cousin from upstate. He was tall with high cheekbones, and short black hair. He was partnered to lead Sonya down the aisle and took great joy in seeing identical twins. We chatting for a while before dinner all three of us, but I quickly excused myself to after Sonya gave me a side-glance meaning: “Please fuck off I want to sit on his face”. So I excused myself to go play with Florence’s new-born Daisy.

I chuckled and handed her the bottle, offering her a sip. I was closest to her, she choice mine and Sonya’s name, which of course it had to be from a Russian old book. Irena Katina Nikolaevna Lebedev was probably the proudest person I know, even prouder to still to be Russian. But Irena Katina Nikolaevna Lebedev didn’t like pretty boys, she didn’t trust them, and my twin had just found one to dance with at our brothers wedding.

“You” She took a swig, still holding my hand. “You find a strong man, with nice arms” I looked at her, her head covered in her shawl, and underneath I knew was a jungle of curls that travelled through the family. “No soft’s like Ray, a good man, perhaps rich man would be nice” Thin lips that often spat out scaving remarks curled into a smile. “Now come” Baba bent forward and allowed her walking stick to prop her up.

Despite the hair, the name and the honesty I have inherited from her, it was the eyes that I and Sonya got. Big dark eyes, but hers like looked at the world like she knew its secrets “I get you real drink, we are Russian, no Americans” I laughed before linking arms with her and proceeded to get hammered.

Last time I was in a church I was in blue satin, now I stood in a white shirt, holding a small child in an onesie. Maggie, Glenn and Father Gabriel stood around to the holy water. I felt kind of awkward being back in a church for some reason, well more than awkward, I was kinda panicking if I’m being honest. I had barley decided on a name, why the fuck did I always zone out when they got mushy.

“What do you think?” Beau asked, leaning agents the fireplace looking fondly at his girlfriend chatting to our Grandpa. My curly head barley reached the mantel only being thirteen. “She’s real pretty” I said, and he, still not taking his eyes off of her, smiled. My no nonsense older brother finally got bit with the love bug. Florence and Mary-Grace already knew Noelle from school, but it was her first time meeting the rest of us; Dwight, the parents, grandparents and the kid sisters (that’s were me and Sonya came in)

Her dark hair stood out in the room like a sore thumb in a family of blondes and redheads. Mary-Grace and her bright flames of hair took Mae’s place next to Baba by the fire now she had moved out and gotten married. Beau, being the third oldest in the house at nineteen, stood a good foot and a half taller than me, with curls brighter than mine and Sonya’s, and blue eyes like my daddy.

Our house was really only one room that wasn’t used for sleeping, were we all were now. It acted as kitchen, sitting room and dining room all on top of each other since Baba and grandpa had to move in.

“How in the name of Moses did you get a girl like that Beau?” Sonya came sneaking up behind us “Seriously man she’s a ten and you are an ugly motherfucker” My image remarked crossing her arms over her chest. Beau simply rolled his eyes “language” he muttered before pushing her in the shoulder.

Everything was all a blur as Gabriel was mumbling Latin from a book, which in fairness is pretty hard to read considering it’s a dead language. “Name of guardian?” He asked finally looking up at me after taking the boy from my hands. None of this felt real for some reason, I felt like I was in a dream. I shuffled my feet and licked my lips, my body getting nervous, deep breath Nina.

Pulling my shoulders back I announced myself “Natasha Ilyinichna Irena Lebedev Price” I heard a faint “Oh yeah I forgot she was Russian” from Maggie, forcing myself to smile at her.

Still not looking at my nephew or the priest. I focused on the cross behind his head, I was anxious to get this done with, to make sure he had sort of protection. My eyes darted around the room as Maggie and Glenn were called to pour the holy water over the baby’s head, both giving me an odd look and asking if I was alright.

“What do you think of it all?” Sonya whispered in a hush as we lay in the dark, both of us trying to ignore the sound of our parents shouting. Parents shouting at the decision Sonya had made. “Think of what?” I asked, tucking the bedsheet up to my chin. She sat up in the double bed we shared. “Don’t fucking play me Nina” Her voice was harsh and bolder then usual, for a girl so reserved and gentile, she was pissed.

She sat up and turned the lamp on, making Mary-Grace groan and tousle from the other side of the room. She sat up and crossed her arms, her mouth twitching “Well?”

Groaning I sat up too, not wanting to have this conversation. “What do you want me to say?” She was looking for a fight and I knew it. Her sporadic hand gestures gave her away “What you think? What do you think I should do?” Sonya’s eyes welled up with tears. I sighed “I don’t know Sonya, it’s a big decision”

She wanted to move to New York and live with Florence, who had a townhouse with her husband and two kids. Sonya had won a scholarship in the last pageant, and wanted to be an architect… and leave. New York sounded good, fun. Just far away. “Why do you even want to leave?” I asked with a sight, not understanding her longing to leave the safety of trees that surrounded the town.

“What do you mean why do I want to leave?” She looked at me dumbfounded, and a heavy air set between us. “If you were given the opportunity to get out you would too, I don’t want to be sewn to your hip for the rest of my life”. I raised my eyebrow at that, “You’re stuck to my hip?” I scoffed “Fuck off Sonya don’t be such a cunt” My arms got a chill looking at her face contort trying to control her rage.

“I think you’re jealous” She scaved, leaning forward into my face “I think you’re freaking out that you just realized you don’t know what the fuck you’re doing with your life” I leaned over her, not breaking eye contact, and turned off the lamp. My heart racing at her words, wanting to shout and kick and bite for what she said. But I didn’t. “I think you’re freaking out because you don’t know you who are without me” I whispered.

She stared dumbfounded, knowing I was right. Neither of us really knew who we were without the other. Didn’t matter if he had different interests, who liked pageants or cross country. Who was closer to Baba or Grandpa. We didn’t know who we were without each other.

I turned away from her pulling the bedsheet around me “Night Sonya”

“I aint going with you guys tomorrow, I don’t want to listen to you all the way to Roanoke”

“Do you have a name ?” Maggie asked, just as they were about to pour the water on his head. Snapping back into reality, looking at the kid for the first time since we got into the church. “Uhh” oh shit yeah a name “Cain” I said, suddenly remembering “Cain Lyova Price” I forced a smile, not really listening.

Feeling a pang of grief for my brother that I hadn’t allowed myself to feel. I watched them together drunk his head into the water, whispering prayers of protection. And finally he would be protected, not in this world but in death. I closed my eyes feeling a shudder down my spine, God don’t let him die.

My brothers child, that stupid bastard should be here not me. He could have given him a good name. I mean Cain? What kind of stupid name was that?

I felt all the anger and grief bubble up, making my chest break into silent sobs. No. Not now. I can’t feel it now. I smiled, whipping the tear that had risen in my eye, trying to pass it off as tears of joy before hugging the tree.

I take the kid- Cain, back into my arms, before smiling and saying quickly a thanks and how I had to get to the infirmary.

The infirmary was as it usually was, quiet. Today we had the riveting excitement of Eugene asking if a mole was cancerous, which it wasn’t as he’d had it for a few years and had not grown, moved or changed colour or shape.

“You okay?” Denise asked me just as our ‘patient’ left. I smiled picking up the bab-Cain and shaking a bottle of formula. “Yeah fine” I lied with a smile, not wanting to acknowledge the tightness I felt in my throat for my brother. The doctor narrowed her eyes, before sitting down in front of her cheat sheet. She was just about to open her mouth to argue when I interrupted “Yah know what I haven’t had in a while?” She knew she didn’t have to answer, my nerves giving me the gift of small talk.

“A good piss up” I stated, nudging the bottle into Cain’s mouth. I laughed to myself while Denise just looked at me confused. “Remember the boxes of moonshine we found? Do you think they’d miss just one?” My colleague stood frowning “Nine we can’t steal, we need them to disinfect wounds” Her scolding me, though not sounding entirely too agents the idea. I rolled my eyes as she came closer, putting a hand on the baby’s foot.

“So what did you name him?” She changed the subject, looking up at me and pushing her glasses back up her nose. “Cain” I whispered looking down at him. “Or Lyova, havn’t decided wich one I want to call him” Denise hummed looking back at him, whos hands were grasped to the bottle, gulping like it was his last ever feed.

“Lyova, havn’t heard that one before” She looked up at me “Russian, for Lion” I explained. She nodded before moving back to study her cheat sheet. “Makes sense if he has hair like yours”. I faked laughed, looking back down, his daddy had lighter hair, more white then mine.

A few hours passed, the normal routine had taken over when Carol walked in with her usual chirpy smile. “Hey girls” she sang, placing a basket on the operating table. I still didn’t trust her, felt like she wasn’t being honest for some reason, no one survives out there and still comes there smiling and cheerful. I figured she was a bit like me in that way, full of shit.

Carol turned to look at me, one hand on her hip “So, what did you call him?” jeeze everyone wants to know this kids name. “Cain Lyova” I smiled back, a smile equally full of shit of the one I was reciprocating. “Oh Lyova, that’s beautiful” She cooed, leaning down to look at him sitting on the floor shaking a toy. “It was my great-uncles” I noted, not too keen on mention that he was fighting for the soviets in Word War II.

I smiled at her, the colour on her neat jumper suited her, a pale blue. “I was thinking” She straightened up and faced me “Why don’t we celebrate?” She gave a little hmmp after indicating it was more of a request then a question. I raised an eyebrow, maybe she was listening in before smiling. “It’s not every day we’ve something to celebrate, could invite one or two people over and have a drink tonight” shaking my head I let out a sigh. Well I can’t believe it my dreams just came true. “Ma’am I think you read my mind”

I woke up to the sound of the creaks of heavy footsteps followed by the door squeaking open. It was cold, and Sonya was snuggled up agents by back protecting herself agents the snow that fell softly on the window. My first speculation was that it was some sick murderer dressed up as Santa to kill us, it being Christmas Eve but soon decided that it was just Daddy going for a cigarette.

Just wanting to calm my nerves I pulled myself free of my sister, and immediately regretting leaving the warmth of the bed once the sting of the December air. Pulling my shoulders up close to my neck to try keep the warmth from leaving my body, I opened the door of our bedroom into the sitting room to see the front door wide open letting the snow in. Rushing to see what is was I ran to the door and peeped out, scared shitless and freezing my tits off.

What I saw gave me an icy shock of what I would never get out of my head. Baba stood, bare foot in her white nightgown in the snow. Her curly hair down, reaching past her waist as she fell to her knees and let out a shriek. I turned and grabbed a blanket from the couch and ran out to get her.

“Baba” I called stepping down from the porch “Come back inside its freezing”. She didn’t turn to look at me. Just sat in the snow looking up at the pine trees.

“Baba” I called again, a little softer, I was only a few feet away from her now. Baba sat motionless, her knees now either side of her. I could hear her muttering in Russian, something about a sister

She was rocking back and forth, not breaking her eyes from the trees“Net net ne ona, ne snova ne moya sestra, pozhaluysta, ne moya sestra”. I placed a hand on her shoulder, making her stop rocking.

I cupped my hand under her armpits pulling her up before wrapping the blanket around her shoulders “C’mon Baba, let’s get you inside”.

Oh yeah I was drunk. Glenn, Daryl, Aaron, Spencer and I may have ended up playing a drinking game. Turns out I’ve done a lot of things and slept with a lot of people because I lost pretty hard. Also turns out, I speak a bit of Russian when I’m drunk, didn’t even know I knew Russian that well, the more you know I suppose.

One or two people according to Carol turned out to be most of Alexandria, not that I minded, it gave me a break from the baby because so many people wanted to hold him. I liked Carol, even if she was full of shit, I liked her, and I respect people who do what they can to survive. Though, seeing her be all flirty with Tobin was a bit gross. Then all of a sudden I looked around the room and everyone was flirting with everyone.

Anyways, now someone has Cain or Lyova or whatever to fuck I named him, and I was lying on the grass, pretty shitfaced. I liked looking at the stars, one good thing about this godforsaken shithole with dead sons’o’bitches walking around is that we have more stars.

I liked stars. I put my palms down flat to the ground to try steady myself from feeling so dizzy. The other hand rested carefully on my bottle, quiet comfortable on my own. Not wanting to be in a room with so many people. Last time I was in a room celebrating something was with my family, and now they’re all dead.

I heard a whistle behind me and I craned my head back to see, still not knowing who it was I raised a hand waving hi. “Hey kid” ahh the familiar grumblings of Mr. Dixon. “Mr. Dixon how nice of you to join me” I said politely as he stood above my head, he looked confused, but his cheeks were pink.

“Whacha doin’ out here?” Jeeze straight to the point. He was standing pretty close, his feet barley a centimetre from my head. I thought for a moment before answer “I went for a stroll, thought it could sober me up a bit” I was being honest. “Didn’t think I’d screwed so many people” I laughed to myself, sitting up a bit to bring the bottle to my lips.

Daryl sat down with a sigh “I think you’d had enough” he went to take the bottle out of my hand but I pulled it away, cradling it like a baby “Heyyyyyy hold on a minute Mr. Dixon” He rolled his eyes, before looking away and looking back again. I liked his eyes, even if he acted like he was all tough his eyes were soft, and sweet.

“So, why Cain?” He lay next to me, our shoulders barley brushing and my stomach suddenly did a summer sault “Well I thought I was being kinda clever” I slurred, my mouth not willing to articulate. “You know the story of Cain and Able?” One hand was rested on the bottle that hung loosely by my side, while the other was thrown up in the air, flopping like crazy.

“Nah, I don’t believe in that bible stuff” He said, moving his hands to rest on his abdomen, I glanced over at him “So who was Cain and Able” He inquired looking at me. I smiled to myself, feeling a sudden purpose in the years my Mama spent telling us the stories.

“They were brothers” I said simply “But when Cain killed Able God cursed him with immortality, no one could hurt him; he would forever be in divine protection” I trailed off, my arm still upright stilled.

“And I was hoping, with me killing my brother God would grant my Cain protection in this fuckin’ curse of the world” I sighed, feeling the guilt and remorse I had been keeping busy to ignore swung up. I dropped my hand.

“’m sorry” He said and I turned to meet his face. “I had to kill my brother too” I’m not sure if it was the liquor or the grief, but I swear I could feel the ground pulsing beneath me. I looked at the archers’ face, all the lines and scares that told his story presented so plainly but all upstaged by the soul in his eyes. I suddenly felt like I knew him, or wanted to know him at.

For as much as we talked about our home lives it was only pre-apocalypse, never after. “I went out looking for him and found him as a walker, it really fucked with me for a while” he explained “He cut his own hand off right at the start, so he had this” it was his turn to lift his forearm “Badass knife put on in it’s place” He smiled, I like his smile, it made me smile too.

Daryl dropped his arm, and his smile. He turned his head back up to the sky but I didn’t look away, not yet. I decided to share my tale “I was on a run when he was born, and something must have gone wrong” Now I turned my face away, feeling my throat welling up, I barley thought about what happened, let alone talked about it.

“He-Cain must have then been quiet, because when I came in Beau was cradling Noel” I took a deep breath “Who was covered in her own blood, and I had just opened the door when he’d slit his own throat” My voice broke, and the corner of my eyes were stinging with tears. “But the fool didn’t go deep enough so he was just sitting there bleeding out with his wife” I let the bottle drop, not caring anymore.

I felt Daryl grab my hand, and I squeezed it tight. I let out a laugh, trying to brush off the sudden outburst of realizing that was the first time I’ve said his name in six months “Sorry, guess I’m just a sap” Jesus this is embarrassing, at least I didn’t vomit on his, yet.

I felt him squeeze my hand and I looked at him “You ain’t a sap, he was your brother” I smiled at him, grateful. I turned my head back up to look at the glimmers of the night sky. Feeling my throat well up again, I coughed, trying to keep it down.

I listened to the crickets, and the songbirds, and the thumping of my chest before remembering I was still holding Daryl’s hand.

“Yah know” I said, looking at him again “This is real romantic” My chest, previously stifling sobs was now bursting with laugher. “You and me” He said, smiling “Looking at the stars, holding hands, swappin’ stories about how we killed our brothers”

The stupidity and seriousness of the situation spurred my laughter on more

For the first time in nearly four years it was completely safe, I didn’t feel like I had to be ready to attack, or run or suddenly become a mom of a kid I didn’t make.

It was just him and me, lying in the dry grass, looking at the starry sky.

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pinejayy · 5 years

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Hello! If you’re doing requests, can you do Venom with a mute s/o? Thanks!

Of course pal!! Enjoy!!

SILENCE LOVE ( Venom x mute reader )

"Breaking news Venom struck again!! Please keep your love ones safe!!"

Looking at the TV you where seeing the news, biting your lip making a face. Venom wasn't so bad, he was good well to you. He only goes after bad guys and people who deserve to die. While you got lost in your thoughts you heard a crash coming from your room. You jumped in fear, you slowly grab the broom and make your way to the room. Shaking in fear, you didn't know who was breaking in and through your room. As you made your way to the room you slowly open the door, and where about to attack the intruder with the broom. You lifted the broom and had your eyes shut.

"I wouldn't do that darling"

You immediately drop the broom opening your eyes seeing your lover, Venom. He scared you, you thought that someone was breaking into your place. Biting your lip you looked at him. He looked tried, the cops probably gave him a rough night. You grab a white broad that you bought so you could communicate with your boyfriend.

"Are you okay?" You wrote down and turned the white broad at him. He read it and smiling at your comment. "Yes I'm okay sweetheart, did you have a good day"

You nodded at him and he smiled walking towards you, you look up at him considering he's way taller and bigger than you. Blushing a bit, you really cared about Venom. No one knew about your relationship with him, and you tend to keep it like that.

As he looked down at your small body, he smiled at you showing his razor sharp teeth in the process. "Did you do anything today darling?"

You grab the broom and swept around, applying the fact that you cleaning today. "Cleaning around the place?"

Nodding and you drop the broom, grabbing his hand and you made a hand signal telling him to follow you, he followed you as you still held his hand. Walking into the kitchen you pointed at the kitchen, you had bought home a box of pizza, cooked some tater tots and got some of his favorite chocolate. He smiled more, you always liked his smile even though those teeth kinda intimidated you.

You grab your white broad and began to write again. "Sorry I didn't cook anything, I got busy with cleaning" you showed him what you wrote down, your head slightly hung low.

"Hey it's okay, we can cuddle and eat my sweets" he said and grabbed the food. "Come on let's go to the bedroom" you quickly follow him to the room and you sit on the bed, he places the food down on the nightstand. He lays on the bed, you look at him thinking of something, grabbing a slice of pizza for yourself and handing him the rest of it. He quickly ate the rest of the pizzas as you were barley half way with yours. Looking at him smiling, he chuckled.

You finished your slice and look at him, smiling to yourself, you grab the chocolate and look at your lover. You began to unwrap the chocolate, you wanted to feed him. He looked at you "aw does my darling want to feed me chocolate"

You bite your lip and nodded. He opened his mouth and slithered his tongue out, you place the chocolate on his tongue and he he quickly ate it. You two continue this after a few chocolates. Until he held out a claw finger up, telling you to stop. "I wanna feed my darling some chocolate"

You blush a bit, he sat up and looked at you grabbing a piece of chocolate and started to unwrap it. He held the chocolate between his his claw like fingers, placing the sweet chocolate between your lips and slowly you ate the chocolate. Venom titled his head, he thought that you looked sweet and innocent as he feed you the chocolate. "You look beautiful when I feed you chocolate"

You blushed and nodded, leaning in you place a soft kiss on his neck, Venom smirked a bit and held you close. He held you so you were on top of him, he just snuggled you. Whispering "mine..mine..mine" you just snuggled closer, he made you feel safe, being with him made you feel safer no one has really made you feel safe. And Venom doesn't care if you couldn't talk or make a noise, he loved you the way you are.

"You know that I really care for you, and I will always protect you no matter what, protect you from the terrible and horrible bad people in the world" he whispered into your ear, you close your eyes smiling. His voice always seemed to calm you down, it was just so deep and you really enjoyed it. He placed his hand on your back, holding you close to his body. He moved his tongue around your neck and face, you bite your lip softly. Burying your face onto his shoulder. He chuckled abit towards your actions and he stopped and whispered into your ear. "I love you, so much"

Venom never really said those words, you tear up, tears falling into his shoulder. "What's wrong!! What happened darling" he said, panicking a bit. You sit up on his lap, looking at him wiping your tears, smiling and shaking your head. You pointed at yourself, then made a heart shape with your hand and pointed at him. Telling him you love him to, he realized these were tears of joy. He smiled more, he wiped your tears off. He grabbed a other chocolate. "Now can I keep feeding my darling chocolate, I wanna show you how much I love and appreciate you"

You nodded, and both of you and Venom had an amazing night feeding each other chocolate and him eating all the tater tots, as you two cuddled and enjoyed each others company.

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parttimespellbinder · 5 years

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Spellbound: Where to Start

So, this is basically a project that’s been in perpetual rebooting stages. My baby.

After knocking on the door again, Ryoga simply let himself in. It was his father’s house anyways, so why should any door be locked to him?

“Cole, I’m coming in,” he said. As he walked in, the first thing he noticed was the mess. There were countless books all over the floor, some of them opened to seemingly random pages. There were also a variety of clothes scattered around, with shirts, socks and a couple pairs of underwear hanging off the bed posts, the dresser and one on the television attached to the wall. A glass sphere sat on the unmade bed, while a broomstick flew in circles around the room. In the center of it all stood Cole Dryden, pointing a wooden wand at the aforementioned broom, directing it’s flight around the bedroom.

Ryoga couldn’t help but smile a bit. Cole stood at about the same height as Ryoga himself, with his jet black hair extending just a bit past his shoulders. His electric blue eyes were alight with joy as he commanded his broom. With the exception of a pair of shorts, his brown skinned body was on full display and something that Ryoga could not help but stare at just a bit, a look of dazed lust in his eyes. Cole had recently began to look more like a toned athlete, rather than the scrawny runt wizard he had been until recently.

He’s sure...grown up since we were little kids, Ryoga thought to himself. Guess it makes sense! After all, I’m the one who’s been trainin’ him all these years, teachin’ him how to fight and all...with his body.

“...oga. Hey, Ryoga!”

“Huh?”

Cole was standing face to face with Ryoga, a large smile on his face and a bit of a blush appearing on Ryoga’s own. “Hey, you okay? You seem a little out of it.”

Ryoga backed away from Cole. “I-I’m fine!”

“You sure?”

Ryoga glared at him. “Stop pesterin’ me about it! I said I was fine, didn’t I?”

Cole shrugged his shoulders and pointed his wand at his broom again, this time directing it towards the side of his bed. “You know, Ryoga, I don’t mind it when you stare at me. I actually kinda like it.”

A shiver ran all the way up Ryoga’s body and the blush on his face became more pronounced, which Cole couldn’t help but smirk at. Ryoga was many things, and easily flustered was one of them. Cole loved the way his body went completely stiff and rigid, his wolf ears and tail standing straight up and even his beautiful shaggy silver hair seemed to stand on end. Unlike Cole, Ryoga was of slightly fairer complexion so his blushing was more pronounced on his barley tanned skin. His red eyes seemed to dart around to every direction, except for the one Cole was in, but that suited him just fine. I’m sure he’ll get over it eventually. Here’s hoping it doesn’t take forever though.

“So, what’s up?”

“Huh?”

Cole shook his head and sighed. “What is going on? What do you want?”

“Don’t go gettin’ all high and mighty with me,” Ryoga said with a sort of annoyed smirk. “I just came to see if you were ready for breakfast yet.”

Cole nodded. “Yeah, I guess so.”

“Guess so, huh?” Ryoga asked. “What’s with all the books and shit all over the floor? If my dad or Suzuki see this, they’ll have a cow.”

“Oh, sorry about that,” Cole said. “I was up late trying out a couple of spells and I kept getting referred to different books and chapters and stuff and I was just kinda trying a bunch of stuff out, you know?”

Ryoga nodded. “I get that. I do it when I’m practicin’ different techniques and stuff. But you should probably clean it up at some point.”

Cole put his wand in his pocket, a wrinkled shirt on over his bare chest and walked out of the room with Ryoga. “I’ll do it when I finish breakfast then. I’m just...looking at all my options and I haven’t really saved any of my pages yet for what I was reading.”

“Seems like you’ve been practicin’ real hard, though,” Ryoga said, leading Cole down the long hallway of identical looking doors and landscape pictures. “Yer a lot better with yer castin’, by the looks of it.”

Cole shrugged. “Eh, that’s just basic stuff. Any mage can levitate their broom and make it fly around the room like that. But they say that it’s important to go over your fundamentals so I figure that I might as well do my basic spells every morning, just to stay…”

“In shape?”

“If you wanna call it that, I guess you can,” Cole said.

Ryoga lead him down a large staircase and into an equally sizeable dining room, where the rest of his family was seated. At the head of the table sat Mr. Kogami, Ryoga’s father, a distinguished looking man with short black hair and brown eyes reading a newspaper. He folded it and placed it on his lap as the two boys walked in and sat down.

“Good morning, Ryoga, Cole.”

“Good morning,” Cole replied, cheerfully.

“Mornin’,” Ryoga said a little stiffly. He glanced over at his siblings who were all too preoccupied to even notice that he’d walked in. The eldest, Shutaro, was completely lost in the world of his phone, lightly bobbing his head up and down to the beat of whatever song was blasting through his headphones. The twins, Miyuki and Atsuko, were younger than he was by several years and sat next to each other whispering rapidly. He then directed his attention to his youngest brother, Kenta.The small child sat in a high chair, getting spoon fed by his father’s wife, Suzuki, a young looking woman with long brown hair. She looked over at Ryoga and smiled at him but continued to give his brother most of her attention.

“Mr. Kogami,” Cole said, raising his hand as if he were a student in a classroom.

“Yes?”

“Is it okay of I levitate that plate of bacon from in front of Shutaro over to myself? I’d ask him to pass it but...he’s…”

“Yes, I suppose in this instance I’ll allow it. Please go ahead, Cole.”

Cole smirked proudly as he reached into his pocket for his wand. The moment he pulled it out, all eyes were on him. The twins stopped whispering and gazed at him with rapt attention, Suzuki took a momentary pause from feeding her young son and even Shutaro glanced up from his phone to see what was happening. The attention made Cole blush a little bit. He normally was not allowed to use magic during meals in the Kogami household and even now that Shutaro was looking dead at him, there was little need to continue. But at the same time, practice was practice and Cole was nothing, if not a willing performer.

He raised his wand, cleared his throat and waved it in the direction of the bacon covered plate. “Soram, oriri, aerem moveri per imperium meam. Elevare!”

Without skipping a beat, the bacon plate rose into the air, following Cole’s wand as he raised it higher and then towards himself. The plate floated halfway across the table, allowing Cole to reach for his bacon slices, plus a couple for Ryoga, knowing how it was one of his favorite foods.

“T-thanks,” Ryoga said, his eyes still glued to the floating plate.

“Umm...does anyone else want some?” Cole asked. “While I still have it up in the air?”

“We do! We do!” the twins shouted excitedly.

“The two of you haven’t even touched your plates yet,” Suzuki said. “Cole, I think you’re fine for now. You can set the plate down.”

“Can you pass the plate this way before you do?” Mr. Kogami asked.

“Sure thing,” Cole said, floating the plate down the table and setting it down in front of Koga’s father.

“Thank you very much, Cole.”

“You’re very welcome,” the young wizard replied.

“So, what do you and Ryoga have planned for today, Cole? How are you adapting to life in the city and how is your training coming along?”

Cole and Ryoga glanced at each other for a moment, neither really knowing how to answer the first question. “City life...city life is...fine I guess? You guys live a little outside the “city” city, I’m pretty sure so I haven’t really had much to adapt to over the past week. As for my training...that’s another matter entirely.”

“Oh?”

“What’s the matter, Cole?” Suzuki asked.

“Anything we can do to help you?” Mr. Kogami asked.

“Your parents sure are nice,” Cole whispered under his breath, knowing Ryoga’s ears would pick it up.

He smiled. “They ain’t the worst.”

“I’d certainly hope not,” Mr. Kogami said. “Now, what seems to be the problem with your training?”

“Well, I guess it’s that I’m not really sure what to do,” Cole said. “I’m supposed to master my magical element with regards to a certain branch of magic, but there are so many to choose from and I’m not really sure if my elemental preference carries over to all of them.”

“Have you asked Ryoga to help you?” Suzuki asked, looking over at Ryoga.

“I know even less about how magic works than, Cole does,” Ryoga said. “Me bein’ half werewolf an all doesn’t really do much for Cole in the way of helpin’ him with his studies.”

“Well don’t you know anyone who might be able to help him?” Suzuki asked.

“If I knew anyone like that I’d have asked ‘em already,” Ryoga said.

“Hmmm...well, what’s your magic element, Cole?” Mr. Kogami asked.

“I’m an Air element Mage,” Cole replied, reaching out for a second helping of waffles.

“One that can barely fly,” Ryoga muttered.

Cole gave him a dirty look. “I’m getting better.”

“So much better that you’re still shit at controllin’ what direction yer goin’ in? Oh yeah. Way better.”

“Ryoga, watch your mouth in front of your younger siblings!”

“Sure thing, Dad,” Ryoga said with a sigh.

“I guess I am a little sloppy,” Cole said. “But my parents barely wanted me leaving me at all! So I’m really still learning how to fly properly.”

“Hmm, from what Ryoga says, your other grades were similarly less than stellar,” Mr. Kogami said.

“Just so you know, Cole,” Suzuki began. “We expect you to maintain at least a ‘C’ average while you’re here staying with us. Your magical studies are important but we want to make sure that you’re capable of functioning in regular society as well.”

“Heh! Guess you’ll be goin’ to school with me when it starts back up again,” Ryoga said.

“Well, you’ve been with me during my lessons,” Cole said. “It only makes sense that I do the same with you while I’m here.”

“But that’s not for another couple of months,” Mr. Kogami said. “Koga just graduated from middle school when he went to get you from your village. Hmm, but you’re an Air Mage, huh? Why not start up a flying delivery service?”

“Aww, Dad! C’mon! Cole ain’t gonna do somethin’ stupid like that! What ya should do, is learn how to do somethin’...i don’t know, practical!”

“Delivering packages isn’t practical?”

“I’m gonna have to agree with Ryoga on this one,” Shutaro said, taking an interest in the conversation. “If Cole wanted to spend his life delivering mail, I’m sure he could’ve just stayed home in his village or whatever. What you need, Cole...is a challenge!”

“Oh please,” Ryoga said rolling his eyes. “Like you know anything about challenging magic.”

“Probably more than you do! I don’t run from magic anytime it shows up in front of my face! Cole, you should try to do something like Necromancy!”

The word alone sent a shiver up Cole’s spine. “No way!”

The thought of spending most of his time around corpses made Cole’s stomach turn and he pushed his plate away. “Great, now I’m not hungry anymore.”

Shutaro laughed. “Is it that bad of an idea?”

“I guess...it’s not the worst idea,” Cole said. “But you have to be into that kinda thing, I suppose. Necromancy isn’t really my thing and it requires more in depth knowledge of Earth and Void based magic, neither of which I really specialize in.”

“Maybe Cole could be a Wizard Doctor,” Atsuko suggested.

“Healing is a really difficult branch to study,” Cole said. “But I have always wanted to try it!”

“We can introduce you to someone for that,” Mr. Kogami said. “I’ve been needing to speak to Ethan anyways. He comes from a long line of…’Healers’, I think is the right word? But would you be able to apply your Air magic to it?”

Cole nodded despite not being fully sure himself. “I’m pretty sure I could. A subset of Air magic revolves around manipulating lightning and electricity. Ryoga says that you guys have machines that can be used to jump start people’s hearts with electricity so, it’s definitely possible. There are also a lot of spells that use Air and Wood or Air and Water element magic in tandem for healing or refreshing others.”

“And if it comes down to it, you can always learn how to fight with it,” Ryoga suggested.

Cole shrugged his shoulders and narrowed his eyes. “If all else fails, I guess it won’t kill me.”

“You should keep exploring your options, Cole,” Mr. Kogami said. “Take your time, obviously these things can’t be forced, but do try to pick something soon. The sooner you pick something the sooner your training can begin, right?”

Cole nodded as he got up from the table.

“Finished already?” Ryoga asked. “Ya haven’t even eaten half the table yet.”

“Very funny,” Cole said. “But yeah, I’m not really all that hungry. I can just have a big lunch later on. Thank you for the meal and the suggestions, Mr. and Mrs. Kogami.”

He made his way out of the room and back to his room up stairs, promptly throwing himself onto the bed. He waved his wand and repeated his levitation spell, causing several of his books to soar into the air and dance above him. There are so many different things I could devote a year to learning, and I don’t wanna waste it. They say that what you learn in your training year affects what you end up doing with the rest of your magical education in the future.

He adjusted himself on the bed and commanded more of his books to join the others in the air. I guess there’s not really a bad choice, when I really stop to think about it. Anything would be fine, it’s only a year. Even if I pick something like Potions or Alchemy I can always just do something else once I finish this year. Potions and Alchemy certainly aren’t bad choices, even if they’re way far from my first ones.

Cole had never been the most skilled wizard in the classroom. He often did just well enough to avoid remedial lessons in most of his subjects, though Potions, Alchemy, Flying and Divination were among his worst. I was really looking forward to this whole...year away from home thing so I could really figure things out and get things going for myself. But I barely even know where to start.

“Yo.”

Cole looked up to see Ryoga standing in his doorway. “You lookin’ pretty troubled over there,” Ryoga said, getting on the bed with him. “Still stressin’?”

“Yeah,” Cole said. “So many options and no idea what to pick. I wonder if other mages go through this for their training? Paige probably didn’t. Everyone knows her best subjects were Potions, Curses and Divinations. No way she had a hard time figuring out what to do for her training.”

“Eh, don’t sweat it too much,” Ryoga said, pressing his forehead against Cole’s. Cole replied by pressing back just a little bit, fully enjoying how close they were to each other. Cole could see every scar on Ryoga’s face, every pimple and even what looked like the beginnings of a silver moustache. Ryoga likewise could see every detail of Cole’s face. The mass of freckles, the smattering of acne worse than his own, and the dimples that formed when he smiled. He’s nothin’ but smiles when he’s lookin’ at me.

“Look, I’m gonna help ya get through this trainin’ thing, got it? Don’t worry about a thing.”

“Heh, I never worry when you’re with me, Ryoga.” Cole pressed closer, attempting to partially close the distance between their faces.

“Damn straight.”

“Oh, am I interrupting a private moment?”

Ryoga tore himself away from Cole, backflipping off the bed and landing on the floor in a fighting stance. He glared daggers at Shutaro, who looked in on the two boys with a mischievous look in his eye. “H-How long have you been standin’ there?”

“Long enough to watch the two of you go from a headbutt to a near kiss,” Shutaro said smirking. He was a younger, cooler version of their father. The same jet black hair, grown out and pulled into a little bun atop his head. His brown eyes had a lively glint to them, and in general he looked as though he could turn any situation into a good time. “Guess I should’ve figured, seeing as how y'all are sleeping the bed together.”

Ryoga’s face turned the same shade of red as his eyes. “W-wh...H-h-”

“‘How do I know this?’ C’mon, Ryo. Your room is right next to mine. Did you really think that just cause I don’t have super werewolf hearing that I can’t hear you closing the door to your own room at odd hours of the morning?”

Ryoga’s whole body was shaking. He could feel the cold sweat dripping down the back of his neck as his hairs started to stand on end again. “Oh, don’t get all nervous, Ryo. I’m not gonna tell Dad or anything. Your secret’s safe with me. But I do wanna call bullshit on what you said earlier. You totally know a mage that could help Cole out with his training...thing.”

“Come again?” Cole asked.

“Shut up, Shu!” Ryoga said.

“Hello, older brother here,” Shutaro said. “C’mon, is it really that bad of an option to consider?”

“I’d rather Cole learn whatever he needs to know from the homeless bums that hang around 7-11 late at night,” Ryoga said.

“Well, lucky for you, Cole, I’m much nicer than my little brother,” Shutaro said. He walked past Ryoga and sat himself down on the bed next to Cole. He smirked again at Ryoga who had to restrain himself from punching his brother in the face or tearing out his tongue. “Now, I’m sure that you’re aware that there are a bunch of other mages living here in the city, right?”

“Yeah,” Cole said. “I can kinda feel their mana, even from here.”

“Well we’ve got a few that live in the area that are as wealthy as our dad. But there’s one mage in the city, everyone knows him. He’s supposed to be the rising new star of sorcery. Heh, I hear that some people call him something stupid like ‘The Fountain of Dark Knowledge’ or something like that.”

At the sound of an epithet, Cole began to listen a bit more attentively. “Only really skilled mages get titles like that. Where can I find this him?”

Shutaro got up from the bed and beckoned for Cole to follow him across the hall to Ryoga’s room. Unlike Cole’s, Ryoga’s room was spotless. No mess in sight, bed made and even his clothes for later that day had already been set out. Shutaro lead the boys to the window and pointed. “See that tall ass building way off in the distance?”

“Yeah,” Cole said, remembering it from when had arrived a week ago. “What exactly is it?”

“It’s just the library,” Ryoga said. “Every city’s got one.”

“That tower is your local library?” Cole asked. “Seems a bit much, to me.”

“That’s because it’s a magical library,” Shutaro said. “The wizard I was telling you about, he runs the place! You can find any book on any subject there and I’m positive he’ll be able to point you in the right direction for your studies and training things.”

Ryoga let out a snort. “Oh yeah, I’m sure an asshole like him’ll be more than happy to help Cole out with all his questions. Hey! Here’s an idea! Cole can just walk in there and ask to be his fuckin’ apprentice or whatever it is you mages do! Wouldn’t that just be fucking peachy, Shu?”

“You...don’t have to get all angry about it,” Shutaro said. “I’m only trying to help you and your friend out.”

“Well, thanks a lot but we don’t need your shitty help Shu! Or his for that matter! Cole, there are plenty of people out there you’d be better off asking besides this guy! Trust me!”

“Is he like...an evil wizard or something? With a name like ‘Dark Knowledge Fountain’, he can't be all sunshine and rainbows, now can he?”

Ryoga and Shutaro both exchanged looks of uncertainty. “I...I wouldn’t call him ‘evil’ exactly,” Shutaro said. “Amoral, definitely. Unscrupulous, absolutely, but ‘evil’?”

“He’s a total prick, that’s for sure,” Ryoga said. “He’s needlessly dickish to other people, ‘specially humans and...and beast folk like me.”

Ah, now I know why he didn’t bring this guy up earlier. I can’t stand it when other Mages abuse magic against others, especially humans. Everyone knows they can’t defend themselves from it. “I don’t blame you for not wanting to bring him up then,” Cole said. “Kinda wish you had, but I can understand why you wouldn’t want to bring him up.”

Ryoga smirked smugly at his brother. “See! Cole doesn’t need the help of someone like that!”

“It was still worth the suggestion,” Shutaro said shrugging his shoulders.

“I would like to meet him though, Ryoga.”

Ryoga’s jaw dropped. “Are you kidding me?”

“Score one for the human brother with the dumb suggestion,” Shutaro said, making his way towards the door. “I’ll let you lovebirds settle this amongst yourselves.”

“We ain’t lovebirds!”

Ryoga slammed the door as his brother walked out. That fucker! What if my dad or Suzuki heard ‘im talkin’ like that? I’d never hear the end of it. Shu...if you weren’t my brother I’d rip out yer fucking vocal chords for that.

“Soo, what now?” Ryoga asked. “You don’t seriously want me to take you to see this guy, do you?”

“It’s not as though we really have anything else to do. And I don’t think that you really know any other Mages besides me.”

I do, I just don’t think it’d be worth it to introduce you to ‘em. “Ya got me there,” Ryoga said. “But are you really sure about this? He’s not a great guy, Cole. I’ve been goin’ to school with him since my parents and I came to America and he’s always been a dick. He once turned some human kid into a slug and no one ever remembered him after that day.”

“You do.”

“Only cause I threatened to beat him up if he tried anythin’ on me. And I was kinda bankin’ on you or Paige bein’ able to tell if someone had cast a spell on me or somethin’.”

“Paige is a lot better at that than I am,” Cole said. “It’s part of her whole Divination thing.”

“Uh-huh, that what it is? Not from her cursin’ anythin’ that breathes in her general direction?”

“I mean, how else do you practice curses?” Cole asked, trying to laugh it off. “But maybe you’re right. I mean, I feel like I only want to meet this other mage for...I don’t know, some sort of...peace of mind? Maybe? I’m not even sure. I’m really curious about him though. And if I’m being really honest, I wanna see this library.”

Ryoga rolled his eyes. Not that he himself had any particular disdain towards books or libraries, but he had lost hours of his life inside the library at Cole’s magic academy. But if it can help point him in the right direction...why not?

“If we see this guy though, promise that no matter what he says to or about me, you won’t engage him!”

“Oh, yeah, like how you never went after any of the other kids that picked on me while I was at school?”

Ryoga smiled. “Guess it would be kinda hypocritical of me to tell ya that. But I’m super serious, Cole. This guy’s no joke. There’s a reason why he’s a ‘rising star in sorcery’, ya know? But before we go, let’s try to look through those books of yers and try to pick out a few options, huh? That way when we go to the library, you’ll be a bit more prepared on what to look for and what to ask.”

Cole nodded as they walked back into his mess of a room. Ryoga speed around the room, gathering Cole’s books and dropping them at his feet. In less than two minutes there was quite a large pile on the floor in front of him. Ryoga then proceeded to pick them up one by one and hold them up for Cole, reading the titles or fields they belonged to aloud.

“Potions?”

“Hmmm...I never was too good at Potions,” Cole said.

“Another thing Paige had down pat,” Ryoga said. “Can you really do anything with yer Air element and Potions, though?”

Not so far as I really know, though I think some potions require mixing via lightning rather than over a fire. “I don’t really think so. I’m gonna say ‘no’ on Potions,” Cole said.

“Got it,” Ryoga said throwing it onto the bed. They continued this for at least half an hour, after which the bed was nearly covered with books in comparison to the relatively small pile at Cole’s feet.

“So, that leaves me with...Binding, Summoning, Conjuring, Healing, Enchanting, Transmogrification and...Combative Sorcery,” Cole said, looking the books over. “Though I’m not super pumped for the last one. Combative Sorcery is what my father specializes in.”

“What’s yer point? Everyone’s gotta know how to fight, Cole,” Ryoga said. “Hmm, why don’t you...pick one thing that you’d really like to do and keep fighting magic as your backup. You can work on both things at the same time.”

“Eh...is that really a thing…? Well…”

Cole had to take a moment to think about how stupid of a question that was. Of course that's a thing that people do! Paige works master her best skills simultaneously, it only makes sense. Uggh, but combat oriented sorcery? The last thing I wanted to do was follow in my parents footsteps. But I guess learning it won’t kill me. If anything, it might do me some good.

“I guess though...I kinda wanna know Cole, what’s the point?”

Cole looked at his best friend quizzically. “What do you mean?”

“Well, like, what’re ya hopin’ to get out of this? You’ve never really been all that goal oriented, not that it matters much to me. Guess I’m just tryin’ to understand what yer tryin’ to get outta all this work. Like, what do you wanna do when you finish yer trainin’?”

“I…”

This question stumped the young wizard. He’d left home in such a hurry and in such anticipation to start his Training, he didn’t even think to form any sort of plan for what to do after he finished it. “I-I’m...not sure. I never even thought to think about what I’d do afterwards.”

“Well ya might wanna get to that at some point,” Ryoga suggested. “Better to try to plan these things out.”

“So...do you know what you’re gonna do after you finish school?” Cole asked, wondering what Ryoga Kogami of all people could have planned out for his future. Surprisingly, Ryoga nodded his head.

“When I graduate from high school, I’m gonna do a couple semesters of community college and then I’m gonna join the military or enter the police academy.”

Cole stared at his best friend for a moment. “W-wait a minute. Aren’t those, like, the mortal equivalent of the royal guards back from my village? And, that’s what you wanna do for the rest of your life?”

Ryoga nodded proudly. “Ya think I wanna be a punk the rest of my life? I wanna make somethin’ of myself, Cole! I wanna do somethin’ important. Somethin’...somethin’ that means somethin’...ya know?”

“Well...I-I get that,” Cole said. “It’s just so...shocking that’d you’d want...anything to do with the mortal world in your future.”

“I’ve lived around humans most of my life, Cole. It’s not like there’s much waitin’ for me out...out in your world.”

Ryoga turned his back to Cole and walked towards the door. “Um...go ahead and get showered and everythin’. Once you finish, we’ll go into the city and I’ll take ya to meet...him.”

“O-okay,” Cole said. His heart felt like someone had stabbed it with a knife. A lot of the times, Cole forgot that Ryoga was just half a monster. I sometimes forget he’s a monster at all, if I’m being honest with myself. I mean, kids picked on me all the time back at school for my lackluster magic but...I can’t imagine just feeling so out of place I’d rather immerse myself completely in another world.

“R-Ryoga!”

Ryoga stopped and gave one last forlorn look at Cole. “Yeah?”

“I-is there a reason why you haven’t told me this guy’s name?” Cole asked, eager to end their conversation on something of a better note.

“Huh? Oh, yeah, I just don’t like thinkin’ ‘bout ‘im much. But if ya really wanna know, his name is Junpei Asakura.”

With that, Ryoga walked out of the room and back to his own, leaving Cole to get himself ready for the meeting with this wizard.

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fvckingayer · 6 years

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Mistletoe

Diana Prince/Wonder Woman x reader

A/N: Hey guys! This is very rushed and v ugly so please don’t judge, but yeah I hope the person who wanted this sees it!

Request: Imagine where the Justice League has a Christmas party and Barry (Flash) keeps trying to get the reader and Diana (who are friends) under the mistletoe together?

Warning: So fluffy like the fluff I love! Kisses and a ton of drinking

The annual christmas party was being held in Bruce’s Mansion so of course, they invite you to enjoy the holiday with them. The usual bickering or small talk floated in the air as champagne hung on people’s hands. Bruce loved you like family so of course he brought you a nice christmas dress for the party since that was the theme. So here you stand with a glass full of water and your eyes carefully following the woman that haunts your dreams. Diana Prince.

If you had a dollar for every thought you had of Diana, you’d probably be as rich as Bruce. Diana wasn’t one to celebrate christmas, but you enjoyed the festivities so she did it all just for you. Your smile was honestly her everlasting christmas gift. Diana eyes burn into the clothing that hung onto your body as it showed too much for her liking. It wraps around your beautiful breast in a heart like shape as the shoulder bares a glowing glory with the straps falling from it. The stockings fit nice and comfy around your legs as it straps with the hold up that was left mostly for the imagination. Then there was the santa hat that sat peacefully on top of your head as it sometimes fell since it seemed a little too big for you anyways.

Your head whips around to see Diana giggle at the hat that fell down on your face for the 50th time now. Your cheeks burned a bright red as you turned your head to look at the floor.

You decided to go back to the kitchen to get another glass cup for more guest. Your feet patters gently across the floor as your start to hear another pair of feet follow softly behind you. You entered the kitchen and opened the cabinet to grab the cup that was way to tall to reach up. Soon enough you felt a tall figure stand behind you and grab the cups for you instead.

“(Y/N), you know very well you could never reach for that. You should’ve just called me instead.” Diana chuckles towards you as you blush profusely at the distance between your molten body and the body of an actual goddess. You look up to see her breath looming over your face with just 5 inches between your mouths.

Then a drunk Arthur enters the kitchen with two beers in his left hand and a champagne glass in the other.

“Oh I’m sorry ladies. I must be bothering something, um I’ll go now.” Arthur zooms out of the kitchen with a hidden bottle of liquor in his ‘mystery bag’ placed behind a small tree. You both start to laugh insanely at the thought of Aqua Man actually getting Bruce to get drunk with him.

You grab Diana’s hand and drag her out to the party but she stops you near the stairs to answer her phone.

“Hi Barry. Why exactly are you calling me?” See you knew how devious Barry was to get you to hook up with Diana. Yep he figured out your massive crush on the woman, well Wonder Woman to be exact. He has been trying to push you for months now just to ask her out, but you knew that she never saw you in that way anyways, plus she may have been straight so the chance for her to actually say yes was very slim. Or so you thought.

You patiently waited beside Diana until you heard her say something.

“Wait what do you mean to look up Barry?” You tilt your head and saw the mistletoe looming over your head along with Diana’s as Barry barley balanced himself on the ledge of the stars just to have a mistletoe on a stick and string over both your heads. You tap Diana’s shoulder and pointed up to make her look at it also. She finally got the memo and grins towards you.

“Um you don’t have to kiss me if yo–“ Diana grabs you by the hips and plants a huge smooch right on your lips as you stand there in shock. Her kiss was gentle as you start to feel her hands wrap around your waist. Your hands found it’s way to her neck and soon enough the cheers of people around you guys meant it was time to break this wonderful kiss up. You glowed with cherry red almost as deep as the color of your dress as you felt the stares and congratulations of everyone around you. Diana tugs you along to the kitchen to help the whole kiss scene you just pulled at the party. It was surely going to be the talk of the year.

“Um Diana I’m really sorry an like if you don’t like me at all it’s fine and that kiss meant nothing anyways and plus your straight and like way to perfect to be with someone like me, and oh my I’m rambling again.” Diana grabs both your hands and held them into hers.

“(Y/N), I’ve wanted to be with you for about a year now. I more than like you honestly. I just really like being with you, but if you’re not comforta–“

“NO! No. I also re-really like you.” You look down at your feet until a hand grabs your chin and pulls your face up to look at it.

“Good, so (Y/N), will you be my girlfriend?” Diana wraps her arms around you as deep vanilla scents invade your nose.

“Y-yes.” You quietly say those words and Diana’s eyes light up with joy. She kisses your nose and then plants a small kiss on your lips before tucking herself in between your neck.

“This dress looks good on you by the way, actually it looks too good on you so you better change when you get home or I’ll take it off myself.” You start to feel the crimson shade invade your skin again as you try to hide Diana from looking. Diana kisses your neck and shoulder before leading you out to the Christmas party with your hand in her hand.

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toriwakes · 3 years

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With You [Draco Malfoy x Ravenclaw!Reader]

summary: draco and your brother was all you needed to get by. you never expected to loose both.

content warnings: curses like once. sad!draco and if you understand the bold phrase i’m sorry lmaoaoao

a/n: ty for the submission @ravenclawflower! i had fun writing this :) if you have any requests, please let me know through my inbox!

never was life so simple. calm, collected, organized. easing through classes with barley any effort. life felt good. and with your brother by your side, you could do anything. “morning love.” your sweet boyfriend draco greeted. he shamelessly took a seat beside you, your house mates gandering at him in confusion. “draco..” no one wanted a slytherin sitting at the ravenclaw table. “hmm?” ignoring his carelessness, you turned to your brother. “ready for your exam in charms?” he choked on his juice. “did you forget?!” he looked at you with a petrified face. “bloody hell jackson, get to studying! you’re a 6th year, you can’t afford to fail!” hurriedly he whipped out his books and got to reading. draco laughed at your brother as well. even though that day was just a normal morning, you were extremely happy. all you needed was your boyfriend and your brother.

the things you’d do to have them both again.

the battle of hogwarts was exactly what it sounded like. you’ve witnessed so many deaths you don’t know if you’d ever be the same again. that calm, peaceful, collected girl was so far gone now.

you were running again. you found yourself running a lot. once that struck you, you turned around and faced the two death eaters chasing you. deflecting their spells,(like the skillful student you were) you were able to force them on each other. you didn’t know if you killed them. you didn’t care. you had to find jackson.

at this point you couldn’t breathe. giving up for you was never an option, but you really wanted to right now. but that thought. that thought of finding jackson and getting out of here alive gave you hope. after what felt like hours, you saw your brothers back profile- he was in danger. he was fighting off the death eater you recognized as fenrir greyback. you started to run again and you’d never forgive your legs for not carrying you fast enough. maybe if you would’ve focused hard enough, you could’ve casted the spell from where you stood and stopped him. but the werewolf‘s teeth had already sunk into jackson’s neck. so high on adrenaline and pure shock, you muttered the two words you swore you’d never say.

“avada kedavra!” he fell backwards without another breath. “jackson? jackson, please. please wake up!” you begged, hunched over your brothers obviously lifeless body. it was too late. you broke down next to him, legs too weak to carry you. “(y/n)? (y/n) what are you- oh no.” draco was here. his voice, god you missed his voice. but it was so drowned out from the ringing in your ears. your head was pounding from your restless sobbing- when did you start crying? “(y/n) i’m so sorry but we have to go-“ “no! no, i’m staying right here. i need to be here when he wakes up draco! he’s gonna be so lost, he’s not familiar enough with this part of the castle! idiot, i always told him to walk with me to learn the map of the school...” draco was crying now too, trying his best to peel your body from jackson’s. finally you caved. you fell into dracos arms and broke- letting out loud, choked sobs. you didn’t tell him about what you did to greyback. that was the one thing you’d take to the grave.

word spread that harry potter was in the court. naturally everyone ran to see what was going on- though it was not to their benefit. no one could tell but you knew right when you saw the giant; hagrid was carrying harry’s dead body.

after voldemort’s dreadful speech, you were clutching onto draco for dear life. first jackson, now harry? you were loosing hope, slowly but surely. “...join us, or die.” voldemort hissed. everyone stood still. there was nothing that could get you to side with voldemort. it was forbidden, but you read all about the man. he was weak and all you needed was harry to defeat him. but harry was gone now. then, narcissa’s cold voice arose. “draco.” she almost sang it. you turned to your boyfriend. “no.” the word was so faint it he could barley hear you say it. draco was frowning- you hated it when he frowned. you panicked when you felt him shift. “draco-“ his father spoke now. “...come.” your heart was picking up faster, surely he wouldn’t, right? “draco don’t. i need you here, okay? i cant loose you, do you hear me?” you were whispering but draco heard you loud and clear. “..i have to, (y/n).” he sounded like he was about to cry. before he could tell himself otherwise, he broke away from you and left your side. you felt luna’s hand rest on your shoulder. not even she could lift your spirits right now. draco was looking at you from across the court. you wanted to have sympathy but you kept reminding yourself that draco was supposed to be with you right now. he should be right next to you, holding you since you were so scared. why wasn’t he with you?

hope. joy. faith. it all came back to you when harry scrambled to his feet and picked up a wand, throwing curses at the dark lord as he ran off. everyone broke into cheers of joy, death eaters were vanishing- but how could anyone be happy when jackson was gone? draco was looking for you. when he found you in the crowd he waved you over, but you shook your head. he made his choice, now you were making yours. “we should go.” lunas dreamy voice said. you nodded and walked back into the castle with her.

luna held you tight when you found jackson’s body. you were whispering like a maniac. “i love you so much jack. i love you, i miss you.” finally luna pulled you away and handed you a cup of water. everything was over. you’d won. you didn’t have draco or jackson, but you won.

july was beautiful. you walked into your favorite ice cream parlor in diagon alley, buying yourself your favorite flavor and taking a seat. jackson loved this flavor... words couldn’t describe how much you missed jackson. or how much you missed draco. you didn’t hear from him after the battle but you weren’t shocked. all the death eaters were thrown into azkaban.

so when you saw the silver boy in front of you, you rubbed your eyes to check of your were hallucinating.

honestly you two just sat there for a few moments. you didn’t know what to say. “hi.” he spoke finally. without really thinking you responded. “what the fuck.” his eyes widened- you never cursed. “what are you doing here?” he seemed to be in good shape. he looked clean and less pale. not dead. “they excused me since i was under the imperious curse when they gave me the mark.” you nodded slowly, that explained the long sleeves in the hot weather. draco was eyeing you, expecting you to speak. “how are you?” he finally asked when you didn’t. you shoved your spoon back into your cup of ice cream. “let’s see. my brother died and the love of my life left me when i needed him most. how do you think i am, malfoy?” he flinched. you never called him by his last name, going on about how it was unnecessary. “i deserved that. and i’m sorry (y/n), i really am. but hey, the guy who killed jackson was found dead too, is that good?” draco normally always knew what to say. now was not a good example of that.

“why should i forgive you draco?” he had just asked you if things could go back to the way they were. he offered you a place to stay at malfoy manor; he had it all to himself now that his parents were locked up. “we love each other. isn’t that enough?” he pleaded. “it wasn’t enough to make you stay.” tears were brimming your eyes. you wanted to fling yourself into his arms, forgive him again and again and have him hold you like he once did. “now was it?” you sounded so cold. you sounded lost; not like you. he frowned. “i’ll be forever sorry. (y/n), i see you’re hurting. please, let me be with you.” the look in his eyes made you give in. “can you still apperate?”

once you realized you were in malfoy manor, you turned to find draco. he was right beside you like he promised he’d be. without hesitation you practically jumped on him- you had him again. his arms wrapped around your fragile body, fitting his head into the crook of your neck and only began to cry when you did. “i’m here, i’m here.” he shushed.

“i’m with you.”

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pen-masta · 7 years

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Let’s Play Pretend Part 2

[Prologue] 1 2

Shuffling into the Frat house he immediately regrets agreeing to come to this place. The music is pumping like crazy and the house is filled shoulder to shoulder with young adults drinking, yelling, laughing, and gyrating around. He could just turn and leave and Nathan and Autumn would never know. Or he could stay...it might be fun. He can hear Joy’s sweet voice ringing in his head for him to have fun and be out of his dorm. He’s battling with himself whether or not he should stay when Nathan’s hand comes down on his shoulder. He jumps and turns to see his friend whose smile is wider than he’s ever seen before.

“So glad you’re here bud,” Nathan grins. “It’s gonna be so much fun!”

Castel smiles himself, “Happy to come.”

A big buff guy wearing a Letterman’s jacket with greek letters springs forward to them. He yells something to Nathan and bangs on his chest, Nathan responds in the same Neanderthal-like way before they both laugh and high five each other.

“Scruff! So glad you made it!” The guy says.

“Hey where you go I go bro,” Nathan smiles. “Hey this is my best friend Castel.” Nathan says slinging his arm around Castel’s neck.

“Nice to meet ya dude!” The guy laughs and claps Castel’s back.

Castel resists the urge to cringe at the pain from the slap, and smiles instead.

“You too,” Castel says and the guy leans down to the floor.

He throws open a cooler and pulls out three green bottles.

“Now that introductions are over let’s party!” He laughs and holds out the bottles to the two boys.

Nathan smiles and takes one while Castel reluctantly takes his.

“Enjoy!” The guy smiles and his eyes lite up, “Hey their having a game of Beer Pong in the other room you guys in?”

“Heck yes!” Nathan smiles, “You coming Cas?”

Castel smiles and nods, “Sure why not.”

The room is cramped and crowded and loud, Castel is really kind of wishing he stayed home. His head is starting to hurt from the lack of sleep and the noise of the house. He’s been nursing his what he assumes is hard lemonade as he turns into a wallflower in the corner of the room. Nathan is cleaning up the game, his ability to calculate angles is giving him a kind of unfair advantage; but Castel is happy is friend is having fun.

“Castel!” A voice calls out to him

He turns and is surprised to see Autumn coming up to him with a redheaded girl at her heels.

“Castel,” Autumn smiles. “I want you to meet my friend Cecelia.”

Oh that’s why they wanted me to come, he thinks to himself.

The redhead smiles crookedly at Castel clearly intoxicated. Castel forces a smile and resists the urge to death glare Autumn.

“I’ll leave you two to get acquainted,” Autumn smiles and walks off into the crowd.

Castel sighs and smiles at the girl, “So Cecelia is it?”

“Call me Cece,” the girl says and leans against the wall.

Oh please, he mentally rolls his eyes.

“So what’s your major?” Castel asks trying to make polite conversation.

“I’m a philosophy major,” Cece says and takes a long gulp from her bottle.

Of course you are, he thinks to himself.

“What about you?” She hiccups.

“I’m an engineering major,” he says.

“Oooh big bucks huh?” She giggles

“I guess so,” he shrugs and rubs the back of his neck. “So what year are--” he starts to ask when he notices her eyes are locked on his chest. “Cece?” He questions.

Tilting back and forth as she stands she slowly raises her finger before landing it into his chest. Her finger lands right on the Star Trek logo.

“What’s this?” She asks scrunching her eyebrows together.

He blinks and looks down at his shirt, “Oh it’s ah...it’s a Star Trek shirt. It’s the one Captain Kirk wears and--” he would have continued on had she not started to laugh. He watches her for a moment before raising a brow, “What’s so funny?”

She giggles and shakes her head, “I knew you were a nerd.”

Ouch.

“I don’t why she thinks I’m into that sort of thing,” Cece giggles and slugs back the rest of her drink.

That hurt.

She downs the rest of the liquor as Castel stands there dumbfounded. She pouts looking into her empty bottle.

“It’s empty,” she whines and shrugs. “I’ll go get another one.” She smiles at him, “Nice meeting you Chuck but I don’t do nerds.” And with that the girl pushes her way through the crowd.

His heart stings as he stands still trying to process what just happened. So the reason they wanted him to come to this stupid party was to set him up AGAIN. And this girl was not only not interested she had to call him a nerd...like it was some kind of insult. His eyebrows scrunch together, not that he was interested either but still who does that? He glares down at the bottle in his hand, screw it!

He downs the bottle and tosses it to the floor. He came here to have fun and he’s going to have some fun.

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After four bottles of hard lemonade and a few rounds of beer pong his head is swimming. He can’t find Nathan or Autumn even thought it’s only been a few hours, he guesses they ditched him. Seeing that he knows no other person here, and he really doesn’t want to drink anymore he decides to head home. The night air is cold as stumbles down the sidewalk, the chill feels cool on his heated skin.

He refuses to feel slighted at the fact that his so called friends left him at a party they dragged him to. And that whole thing with Cece is still playing in his mind. So what if he’s a nerd? Nerds are awesome! Joy always calls him a nerd and a dork but she means it in a loving way. And no one else gets to call him a nerd except her! Feeling a mix of emotions he walks up to his dorm door as he digs into his pocket for his keys.

Just as he finds his keys he sees the door is open slightly. He blinks as his drunken brain tries to figure out why the door would be open. He pushes the door open and looks around the dark room. He guesses maybe Nathan came back and didn’t close the door all the way seeing that there’s no one in sight. Closing the door behind him he staggers into the dorm, the thought of his bed brings him so much joy that he smiles as though he had just found the last golden ticket. He’s so exhausted he hasn’t had a proper night’s sleep in he can’t remember when, and the lack of sleep mixed with his bi-polar emotions and the alcohol causes him to feel dead on his feet. He blinks his eyes at the light in the living room.

He registers the fact that the room is not completely dark. There’s a blue glow in the room that is emanating from the television that buzzes some sitcom. He drags his feet over to the television and switches it off, only to turn and see someone is laying on the couch. He blinks and looks around the room seeing there is no one else here. His eyes fall back on the sleeping body that is curled up under the orange blanket he and Nathan normally have draped across the back of the couch. For a moment he thinks perhaps it’s Nathan who passed out on the couch unable to make it to his bed.

He walks over to the body and as he get closer he can see it is certainly not Nathan sleeping on the couch. No, this curvy body definitely belongs to a female. His brain starts running through the list of girls they knew and which of them had they given permission to crash on their couch. The only girl he could think of is Autumn, but judging from how empty the dorm is she’s still out with Nathan.

Conclusion: he has a strange girl sleeping on his couch.

He stands next to the couch where the girl’s feet dangle over the armrest of the couch. Pink Converse sneakers lay discarded on the floor underneath the lime green painted toes that hang off the couch. His eyes travel up the two creamy shapely legs to the cut off jean shorts. He smirks a little at the My Little Pony band-aid that covers the right knee of the girl. His eyes fall on the orange blanket which covers her upper body...for the most part. the hem of the blanket stops just above her waistline where her shirt has ruffled up revealing her bellybutton. He takes a step closer resting his hand on the shine of her right leg squinting his eyes at the light sky blue three diamond bellybutton ring that dangles down against her lightly tanned skin.

His eyes travel back down her legs and they catch on something he didn’t notice before. There on her ankle is a little baby elephant tattoo with three little hearts coming out of it’s trunk. He smiles more at the little elephant. It’s so small and cute.

Suddenly her leg shoots out kicking into his thigh, just barley missing his groin and he finds himself now fully awake. He blinks and it is only now he realizes he’s been running his hand up her leg to the little kid’s band-aid back down to the little elephant--he guesses he’s been doing it for a while considering it woke her.

The girl sits up knocking the orange blanket to the floor. His eyes widen and he opens his mouth an apology on the tip of his tongue.

“Look bud I don’t know who you think you are but,” she begins to reprimand as she rubs her eyes. But when her eyes lock on him she sighs in relief and smiles at him, “Good grief Cassie give me a heart attack why don’t cha.”

He gapes completely lost. The girl swings her feet around to sit on the couch as she runs her fingers through her mass of short brown curls with light blue and purple streaks. Her light blue t-shirt falls back down into place as she sits up and he can see now that in big white letters it says HUG DEALER. From her ears dangle watermelon slice earrings, and in her hair is a teal slouch knitted beret. He stands there just staring at her unsure of who this girl is and whether or not he did make it to his bed and this is actually a dream.

She smiles at him, her brown eyes shining at him and he feels like he’s seen that look before. He feels like he knows her, but he can’t place from where...

“Well are you just gonna stand there?” She asks and stands up facing him, “Or are you gonna hug me dork-a-doo?” She says holding her arms out.

Only one person calls him that.

He blinks, “Joy?”

“Who else would it be?” She giggles smiling brightly at him.

He looks her over again quickly. Now way this girl is Joy! A tattoo, a bellybutton piercing, and the extremely short and colorful mop of curls? No way!

“Hey Casanova,” she says pulling him from his thoughts. “My arms are getting tired are you gonna hug me or not?”

He blinks and smiles, yeah it’s Joy. For a moment he has a thought about what just happened and how for a moment there he kind of felt up his best friend...he swallows his blush refusing to let the embarrassment show on his face.

He steps closer and pulls her in for a hug resting his chin on top of her head. She giggles hugging him tight.

“Now that’s more like it,” she says into his chest which causes her words to come out a little muffled.

He chuckles, “Jo-jo what are you doing here?” He let’s go just enough to look down at her.

“What I can’t come see you?” She smiles up at him.

“No, you can but,” he chuckles. “It’s just so...unexpected.”

“Always expect the unexpected Casper.” She smiles and pokes his nose.

He chuckles as she sits back down on the couch.

“So really why are you here?” He asks sitting next to her, “Not that I’m not loving it.”

She shrugs her smile shrinking a little, “I don’t know. You didn’t sound too excited to be going on when we were talking. And you haven’t sounded too happy on the phone over the last few calls.” She looks down while her right hand slips into her hair, playing with her curls the way she always did when she was nervous. “We haven’t seen each other in a long time and I just thought maybe it was a good time to have a real visit...and not just a phone call or Facetime visit.”

He blinks and smiles at her, “So you came all the way here just to see me?”

She looks up and smiles teasingly, “Well you and this beautiful state of Washington. Although I wanted to see Washington a bit more.”

He laughs and shoves her playfully causing her to giggle.

His smile widens, “I still just can’t believe you flew all the way out here just for a visit Jo-jo.”

She smirks, “Well I wanted to make sure my dork was alright.” She says and pushes him playfully.

He chuckles and nods, “I’m doing just fine Jo-jo.”

“Oh good now I can go home,” she says and hops to her feet. “Great seeing ya!”

He laughs and she giggles.

“So you really just came to see how I was?” He asks in a dubious tone, not fully believing she’d fly two thousand plus miles just to check on him.

She narrows her eyes, “Are you not believing my intentions are good?”

He holds his hands up defensively, “Not at all.” He smirks, “Just seems like a long way to come just for a visit.”

She rolls her eyes, “You are just a non-believer.”

“But J-bird I—”

“NON-BELIEVER!” She howls and he chuckles.

“Alright alright I’m sorry I was quick to be untrusting of your intentions.” He smiles.

She smiles down at him and he sees something flicker behind her eyes that isn’t normally there. But he says nothing, just makes a note to himself. He loves Joy and knows what a good person she is, how she’d give the shirt off her back before ever putting herself before someone…but taking a special trip out to see him? That ticket was expensive, not to mention it’s the week before Thanksgiving break so wouldn’t she be buying a ticket to go home for the week? His campus is really far out of the way if she’s just gonna turn around and go home again.

“Are you not happy to see me or something?” She asks with a smile but he can hear the brokenness she tries to mask.

He shakes his head and stands up, “Not at all Jo-jo.” He smiles and hugs her tight in his arms again, “I’m so happy you’re here. I’ve really missed you.”

She smiles and wraps her arms around him again, “I’ve missed you too dork.”

He chuckles and pulls back to look down at her and smiles up at him.

“Well it was a long trip,” she says pulling away from him. “I’m starving what kind of grub you got in this joint?”

He rolls his eyes, “Joy it’s like three in the morning.”

“A perfect time for breakfast!” She smiles and shivers a little. “Why must you have this place set to Antarctica Casanova?” She whines before turning around and digging through the blanket she had been using. “Ah! Here you are!”

He watches as she untangles a fabric letterman jacket from the blanket. Pulling it on she smiles at him.

“Let’s eat!” She cheers before racing over to his fridge.

He rubs his temple, he forgot how much of an energetic morning person Joy is. He smiles and shakes his head watches as she bounces and dances in her spot as she scans the fridge. She sways her hips causing the loose baggy jacket she’s wearing to shimmy along to the beat she moves her body to. She hums along to some tune in her head as she dances back and forth.

His eyes travel to the jacket which causes him to grimace. A letterman is normally only for jocks and as far as he knew Joy wasn’t into any sports as of now. Not to mention the way it hangs on her it is certainly not cut for a girl, it’s got to be a guy’s jacket. Probably her boyfriend’s. He grumbles to himself as he walks over to the coffee pot. He fills it with water and turns to grab the coffee grounds he notices how sparkly the jacket is.

He notices now that the jacket is completely covered with bedazzling gems all around the base of the jacket and some random sown on patches. On the cuffs of the sleeves there are all kinds of stickers and glitter causing the jacket to sparkle in the fridge light. He blinks when he reads the name on the back of the jacket that she has resewn the outline of the letters in bright blue string and bedazzled in hot pink gems—C. CUBS. He stands dumbfounded reading his name on the back of her jacket. He wasn’t a jock in high school, nor is he now. So why is his name on her jacket? He almost does a face palm when realization hits him. When he and the debate went to the convention for the competition his Freshman year and lost his teacher had gifted them all these jackets. They weren’t real leather or even fake leather letterman jackets, they were just soft fabric letterman jackets. But each had their name on the back and a DT on the front left breast. The arms were black and the torso was orange with a black trim—their school colors.

The jackets were meant to be a surprise win or lose for working so hard and working as a team. Although they had lost as a team each of them did receive bronze and silver in the individual rounds. Castel loved it! It made him feel like he was some kind of hotshot, like he was important. So he wore it out! By his Senior year the jacket was so tattered and wore he wanted to give it a proper burial. But when he was getting ready to throw it out Joy had jumped in.

She said that she could fix it up if he still wanted to keep it, but he declined saying it was time to retire the poor thing. But Joy just wouldn’t let him throw it out! She was relentless, finally he broke down and asked why she was being so resistant. She had blushed and looked away bashfully, muttering that if he wasn’t going to keep it then she wanted it.

He had blinked in surprise and when he pressed her for why she wanted it she said, “it was really special to you and I liked seeing you in it. You looked so happy wearing it,” she had smiled a little. “I don’t want to let it go. I want to keep it and remember it the way you did.” He had smiled then and she shrugged, “Plus it’s really warm and I don’t wanna spend money on a new light jacket.” He had laughed and shoved her causing her to laugh as well. So he had gifted the old rag to her. He hasn’t seen the jacket since and he guesses she had been keeping it as one of her side projects.

A smile curls his lips, a warm fuzzy kind of feeling growing in his chest at the fact that she’s kept the only thing that made him cool. That she was so ademeant about keeping it and after all these years she still has it...of course she’s kind of made it hers now, but it still has his name on it. She’s walking around wearing something marked as his own, that if anyone saw her they’d think she was his, that they were--

He stops and shakes his head. But they’re not...so he shouldn’t be thinking like that. Nor should that thought have gotten him as excited as it did.

He sighs as she closes the fridge turning to him puffing out her cheeks. He smiles hating the fact that the first thing he thinks of is how cute she looks.

“What’s wrong?”

“You have no food,” she pouts. “I thought the jokes about bachelor’s fridges being empty were fake, but you’ve proven them right.”

He chuckles and shrugs, “I haven’t had a chance to go shopping.”

“Is there anything we can eat?” She asks leaning against the fridge.

He shrugs and opens a cabinet pulling out a box of a pancake mix.

“How about pancakes?”

Her face brightens, “Pancakes it is.”

He smiles more as he chops up some bananas watching her throw together the pancake mix. She hums as she pours in some vanilla extract and some cinnamon before dumping in a ton of honey. He chuckles to himself really loving the life she’s brought to the little dorm and he’s just now realizing just how much he’s missed her. He’s missed cooking with her, talking with her, laughing with her. Things have been so different without her around, speaking of different...

“So you kind of went wild child since the last time we saw each other,” he teases dumping the bananas into her mix.

She blinks and smiles, “What do you mean?”

He shrugs and leans against the counter, “Well you have a tattoo and a bellybutton ring now.”

She snickers, “So what?”

He shrugs, “Nothing just something new about you.”

She smiles and turns back to the pancake mix, a light blush dusting her cheeks.

“Do you think they’re weird?” She asks in a small voice

“Not at all,” he says without hesitation. “I think they’re cute.”

He notes how she glances at him before her smile grows. His own grin widens and he clear his throat.

“You’re hair is different too,” he says pointing to her short curls. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen you with short hair.”

“I’ve had short hair before,” she laughs pouring the mix into a pan.

“Back in like fifth grade,” he snorts. “But you’re hair wasn’t ever this short.” He smiles lovingly at her, “It’s different.”

“Different?”

He nods, “Yeah it’s different.” He says noting how she tenses for a moment, “But it’s a good different. The colors are really cool.”

He smiles more seeing her physically relax before she flips the pancakes. Soon the little batch is cooked and the two sit down at the table with the steaming pancakes. Joy opts to cover her stack in whipped cream and syrup while Castel drops some banana slices on his and drizzles a bit of honey over the hot cakes. They eat in silence for a few moments and he finds himself absentmindedly watching her.

The way her hair curls around her ears and against her forehead, the way the new colors highlight her eyes, the way she casually twirls her fork around in her hand. Now with her short hair he’s noticing things about her he never really noticed before like the itty bitty freckle at the base of her left ear. Or the shape of her cheek bones, or how this one little dimple pops out.

“Hey dork,” she says and he blinks being pulled from his thoughts. She smiles, “I asked what’s up.”

“Nothing,” he shakes his head.

“Well you’re staring at me,” she giggles and it is now he realizes he’s been staring at her grinning like a goof.

The burning in his cheeks tells him he must be red and he chuckles nervously.

“Sorry I think I’m still a little buzzed,” he forces a hearty laugh and rubs the back of his neck.

She smiles kindly and nods, “Alright dork-a-doo.”

He smiles as she goes back to her pancakes. He opens his mouth to speak when the front door opens and a giggling Nathan stumbles in.

“Alright I’ll see you later today sweetheart,” he says as he hangs up his phone. He closes the door and blinks taken back by the light of the kitchen. “Yo Cas, bro is that you in here?”

“Yes,” Castel smiles taking a bite of his pancakes. “Come on in we made breakfast.”

Nathan chuckles and bumbles into the kitchen shielding his eyes from the light.

“Hey man I’m so sorry we left ya at the party,” Nathan sighs. “We both thought you hit it off with Cece and when we couldn’t find you we thought maybe you two left together and--Oh hello.” Nathan says seeing Joy seated at the table with his roommate.

“Howdy there cowpoke,” Joy grins taking in another forkful of pancake.

“I didn’t realize we had company,” Nathan says bashfully. “You don’t look familiar have we met?”

“No,” Castel smiles. “Joy this is Nathan my roommate. Nathan this is Joy my--”

“Girlfriend,” Joy says casually before taking another bite of pancake.

Both boys eyes widen in shock.

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Bongo Boy Records Out Of The Of Garage Vol 3 Includes 60's Iconic Rockers And Award Winning International Indie Artists

Bongo Boy has released another album featuring tracks from one of my favorite genres, Garage Rock and they have asked me to share my thoughts regarding the album. So, it is with high expectations I cue up a pre-release copy of Out Of the Garage Volume 3. First up is the Doug MacDonald Band with their song Jacks Joke Shop - This is a great track! Firstly, I like the pounding drums and the buzz of the guitar. What really makes me smile though is the fact that Doug has managed to incorporate the old "Pull my finger" joke into the song. He isn't done there though, he also manages to bring up Mickey Mouse kazoos and whoopee cushions. Who says Punks don't have a sense of humor. Track 2 - The Sloths - One Way Out - Out of the box I like these guys, because they have such a cool name. (Of course this is coming from a guy whose ex-wife insisted that my Indian name would be Lazy Pig...). The Sloths are not afraid to play less than thrash speed music. This is a strange song that I actually really like. The closest description I can think of is Charlie Daniels' demented cousin. The Sloths have some serious story telling chops although whereas Daniels sings about patriotism and vigilante justice, the Sloths describe a dystopia that would make Margaret Atwood nod in agreement. (If you are wondering who Margaret Atwood is, read her story The Handmaid's Tale). Track 3 - British Invasion All Stars - Shapes Of Things - Man, what a great song! The name of the band says it all. This track is pure British Invasion. Weird psychedelic guitars and haunting harmonies. I find myself thinking that perhaps this is a dusty track from the past. I really like the guitar! Despite the Flower Child vibe, this is a rocking song that I will listen to over and over. (featuring members of The Yardbirds, Procol Harum, Jimi Hendrix, Experience, The Pretty Things, The Creation, Downliners Sect and Nashville Teens) Track 4 - Susan SurfTone - Bottom Of My Glass - Up front I have to say, I really like Susan's music. She can ROCK. I love music like this. Bands like Susan's or the Gore Gore Girls really make me smile. Why you ask? Simple, so many idiots seem to think women can't rock. Well, listen to Susan SurfTone and tell me women can't rock. Ha! This chick blows the roof off - and I love it! Man, I would love to see her live show. What fantastic guitar work, really this is great stuff. Track 5 - Kyla - Don't Ya Worry 'bout Me - Kyla has a very good voice. Personally, I could listen to her sing all day. She just grooves; she has enough snarl in her voice to be provocative. All in all Kyla provides the listener with a pleasant musical escape - she also make me laugh. The Mr. Ed imitation along with the Bela Lugosiesque singing of the word fangs cracks me up. The thing that makes this song fun is that the listener has the feeling that Kyla is in on the joke. Lest, you are tempted to think this song might devolve into a parody, the moments of humor are just that, moments from which Kyla quickly returns to her signature strong soulful expression of emotion. All in all Kyla made me smile and I enjoyed her song. Give it a listen. I think you will like it too. Track 6 - Barley Station - Must Be Something - I dig the rhythm and the minimalist guitar around the edges are really nice. I find myself nodding my head in time to the drummer's enthusiastic pounding. Lest you think this song is simply an infectious rhythm, I should mention that the vocals are really...sweet. The singer has a very nice voice that somehow blends in well with the incessant banging of the drums. Track 7 - Pamela Davis - You Make Me Feel Special - This track starts off with a funky groove that really got my attention. The vocals are good, but, for me, what makes this song is that I can easily imagine a young band cutting their teeth on this track. The music is fairly simple yet when all of the pieces come together the end result is a really good jam. I think the most difficult part of this song for any young band would be getting the vocals right. Nevertheless, I love songs like this because they are simply pure rock and roll. (I even dig the little out take at the end.) Track 8 - The Forty Nineteens - I'm Free - First off, I dig the Forty Nineteens. If you have not heard their version of Frosty the Snowman, I strongly recommend you give it a listen. LISTEN to this song! This is one of the best, garage/ rock songs I have heard. Man, the guitar is just outrageously intense. I swear I hear some old R&B keyboards way in the back. The singer has such an intense, emotion-filled voice with which he proclaims his joy at having recently been released from a less than desirable situation; I just can't help but smile and wish him well. Track 9 - Mark Lindsay - New Thing - I became a Mark Lindsay fan when I reviewed his album Life Out Loud. If you have not heard it, you really should give the record a listen. I freely admit that if you had told me about Mark Lindsay from Paul Revere & the Raiders five years ago, I would have laughed and asked if he was still wearing that stupid blue three cornered hat. Live and learn is all I can say. This track is absolutely fantastic. Similar to the above mentioned album, this track features really strong vocals and blistering guitar! Add in the grinding, gnarly groove and what you have is simply magic! This is my favorite song on the entire album. Well, done Mark, well done indeed! Track 10 - Nick Marr - Tell Me Why - Killer! I dig the intro with the lone guitar cranking out the riff. In come the vocals and the rest of the band and all I can do is grin. Watch out, a wicked lick might sneak up on you. These guys are having so much fun, I find myself wishing I was in this band. This track is a true rock and roll gem. Track 11 - Susan SurfTone - Up Down and All Around - Susan is back with a 2:30 blast of intensity. This song has an almost Doo Wop feel until Susan really plugs in and kicks out a blinding guitar jam. Man, I still want to see Susan live! Her show must be brilliant. Track 12 - Spyder Darling - New York Walkabout - What a cool song. I keep asking myself is this song a cover? There is a definite Lou Reed vibe here. The vocals are nothing short of haunting; the background vocals provide a stark contrast to the lead vocals and together they simply smoke. The underlying grinding rhythm is enthralling as the rest of the band grinds in time and the vocals resonate with pain. This combined with the almost orchestral sounds in the background make one realize this track is much deeper than one would think. Track 13 - Gar Francis - Rainy Day Women #12 &35 - How exactly do you cover a legend? Especially a legend built on the solid foundation of aggressive intellect? I am not sure I can answer that question, but what I can say is that Gar Francis knows the answer! Listen to this song. Gar has taken a sip from the cup of the gods. Gar is a wicked player who can get some nasty, gritty sounds out of his guitar. The vocals have a decidedly menacing snarl which are dripping with sarcasm. Simply put, it takes a punk to cover the proto-punk. Gar is that punk. Listen to this song and tell me if I am wrong. I give this track 5 out of 5 scowls. Track 14 - Zombie Garden Club - A Whiter Shade Of Pale ft. Johnny Douglas - I was excited to listen to the Zombie Garden Club's newest single which is a cover of Procol Harum's 1967 single A Whiter Shade of Pale. I was unsure how Johnny Douglas, the head Zombie in the club, would handle such an iconic song. (Johnny, before I listened to the track I half expected something similar to Marilyn Manson's cover of Come Together or Siouxsie and The Banshees cover of Dear Prudence.) Simply put, this song is nothing like either of those covers, although a strong case can be made that Siouxsie's version of Dear Prudence is quite beautiful. Listen to this song. You will be amazed. If I were to sum up the Zombie Garden Club's cover of A Whiter Shade of Pale in one word that word would be beautiful. There is really nothing more to say. The piano is beautiful and his vocals will send a chill down your spine. I am literally speechless. I could go on about the soulfulness of his voice or the fact that Johnny studied classical music for several years in his native Canada, but sometimes it is best to simply let the music speak for itself. Listen to this song. You will be blown away. I was. Track 15 - The Chords UK - Dedicated Follower of Fashion - God I love rock and roll! This song is great. The music is fun and energetic while the vocals are just over the top and dripping with good old Punk irony. I have a feeling that these guys put on a really fun show! So folks, what is the bottom line you ask? The bottom line is the third time really is the charm. While each of the Out of the Garage albums is good, in my mind, this one is the best! ---- The Grouch Website: http://www.bongoboyrecords.com Music: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KjEpV1JN-lk

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selenamariearroyo · 7 years

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Dear Peter,

You will never see this. Unless some Devine miracle happens and somehow we're back together. Even then I don't think I would show it to you. This is me at my weakest hour yet. I thought I had been through that already when you told me you didn't love me. But somehow it keeps getting worse. I've been living in denial. Today I saw a text saying you love me with everything you have. It sent me over the edge. Again. This time I'm not going to the hospital. It just gave me a false reality that everything is different but at the end of your stay you come back out to the same shitty situation you left when you emerged the safe haven of the psych ward. My thoughts are coming faster than my fingers can write them. All I keep thinking over and over, every single damn day since you left me.. I miss you. I miss you. I miss you. I miss you. Why? I love you. It's undeniable. Unconditional. You could do anything, saying anything, I will still love you until the end of time. You are my best friend. You will remain in my heart until the day I die. I know i will never get you back. Actually I don't know that, I thought writing it down would make it real in my head but I'm still desperately holding on to a sliver of hope. I'm not sure where that hope is coming from, must be god. I still have hope. Because I believe what we had was once in a lifetime. Irreplaceable. I'm trying so hard to accept the fact you're gone. But for some reason my head or heart will not let me do it. I don't know if it's from my depression, anxiety, whatever mental illness I may have, or just my undying love for you. Every single god damn thing reminds me of you. Everything. All the things I used to love make me sad. Because I loved them with you. But now I'm missing the vital part of that equation. You. I'm literally missing you in my life. I can't help thinking this is not fair. But who knows. I have no idea what I did to you. That doesn't mean that I didn't do something to make you fall out of love with me. Im just not aware of it. This is the hardest part. Why. Why. Why did this happen. I've talked to so many people. Tried to put the pieces together. Some scenarios have made sense. But in the back of my mind none of them add up. I don't know why this happened to us, I wish I did, maybe I could fix it, just maybe. Is it ,ore harmful to hold on to this hope I have? Or is it more harmful to just be an empty vessel, going through the motions of life. Feeling numb. Nothing to hold on to at all. I don't mean to sound so pathetic. I'm afraid of saying these things to anyone. My therapist, my family, my friends. I've barley talked about this situation at all to be honest. If I don't talk about it... it's not real, right? I know none of my behavior and thoughts are helping me. But I don't know how to stop it. These are my coping mechanisms to make it through the everyday motions of my life. If I didn't hold on to this hope, if I accepted it... I would end up in the nut house again. In there I patched my mind up to believe everything would be okay when I got out. Because that's what everyone kept telling me. Because my situation wasn't as bad as others. But how can we compare our tragedies when everyone is living their own individual lives. In my life, this is the worst thing to happen to me. So far I guess. But I can't imagine feeling anymore hurt than this and still making it through. I don't want to be pathetic. I want to be better. I really really do. So why is it so hard for me? Why. I have so many questions to why life is the way it is right now. My whole life I've tried to follow the right path. Follow my dreams, follow my heart. Do the right thing, do what makes me happy. Look where I've ended up at only 20. What am I doing wrong here? I thought I had a pretty good life. Sure I was battling some demons. I was on the way to getting help. Right at the peak of my darkest hours... life plunged over the edge and dived into the ocean, leaving me to sink. I'm trying to swim up so bad. I'm really am trying. Sometimes I have moments of clarity where I think I can see the surface and I think I can do it on my own. But something so simple, a tiny wave, pulls me back under and I'm starting from the bottom all over again. Sometimes my moments of clarity last a couple of minutes, sometimes weeks. Honestly I haven't had clarity for more than a week for longer than I can remember. Why is my brain the way it is? Why is it ruining my entire life. Everyone always says I have so much going for me. And I know I do because I worked my ass off to make it so. But what is the god damn point. I thought I was supposed to be happy. This is what I've always wanted. I'm successful, hard working, powerful. Everyone thinks. I have it all figured out. But at the end of the day... I'm not the slightest bit happy. Will being with you again change this? Probably not if I'm honest. I don't know what's wrong with me. Why won't the medicine work. I have support and love and good friends and a warm place to sleep and places to good and a good future ahead of me, a past that isn't the best but shaped me to be who I am today. Maybe that's the problem. Somewhere in the timeline of my past something screwed me up. I have no clue what it could be. Why does nothing make me happy. Why am I living such an empty life when there's so many things waiting outside my door for me to embrace them? I feel like I don't have any answers. I'm trying to accept that that is okay. But I can't. I need answers. Will I ever be better? I can't see a light at the end of this lifelong tunnel. I just want to be better. I want to be happy. But every time I try to be happy, I end up being numb. It's easy to be numb. No feelings on either spectrum. But what kind of life is that? What's the point? I keep coming back to that... what's the fucking point? What wonderful reward will I get at this end of this? The answer to it is nothing. I will get nothing. There is no point to life. We're just living out these things we call lives every single day until we die. For what? What is the god damn purpose? I have all these experiences built up over time in my life. Do they mean anything to me? No. I've gone through so much. But what's my purpose. When I was with you. I felt happiness. And I felt sadness, and I felt hope, a lot of hope. I felt excited, scared, angry, annoyed, beautiful, loved. When I was with you. Maybe I took it for granted. I know for a damn fact I took it for granted. I wish more than anything I could reverse time and experience it all again. All the good, all the bad. But that's not a choice we have in life. We have to keep moving... but why? If I'm happy here. Why do I need to keep moving. Everyone says there a purpose. There's something better on the other side. I've read everything fucking motivational post he internet. I see them, I want to believe them, I pretend that I believe them. Fake it until you make it, am I right? But I need to stop lying to myself. Life is an endless cycle of bad and good. Do I learn lessons from these cycles? Sure. But lessons that would only do me good if I could fucking reverse time. But I can't! So what do I do with all this heart break and joy mixed together with lessons? Collect it, put it in a journal? Keep it ,ovine and add to the book? What the fuck is the point of that. I don't want to have a happy moment because I now at one point there is going to be a sad moment. Most of the sad out weighs the the happy. I don't know if this way of thinking is because my defective sick brain. But I know that I don't see any point in life anymore. With or without you. The cycles will continue. On and on and on until I die. I'm 20 and I'm already tired of these fucking cycles. I'm trying to change my mindset... but how does someone do that? Change their way of thinking? It's that way for a reason.. this is my brain and my opinions. I think anyone who says they turned their life around it just lying. Putting on a fake identity to show everyone they can be "normal" like everyone else and be happy. Maybe there are some people who can truly be happy. And I will forever be jealous of that. Effortlessly loving life. But maybe I'm biased. But I think the rest of us are just living to live. Putting on a happy face.. getting through because everyone gives us the false hope that something better is coming. What if nothing better ever comes? Again... what's the fucking point. Love.. what does it mean? It feels meaningless to me now. Because of that wasn't love... what the fuck is? He left. He stopped loving me. With no explanation or reasoning. One day he was here. The next he was gone. Packed and forced himself out of my heart. Now there's a big gaping bleeding whole. Nothing in the world could ever fill besides the one particular shape of him. And I believe that shape is gone... left in the unreachable past. So what do I do now? Live on and attempt to patch the whole with guys who can never be him? What's. the. Point. It won't make me happy. Be abuse eventually I will be fed up that the patch doesn't fit right and doesn't actually fill the space and I'll have to rip it off and feel the pain all over again, losing my sense of false security. So what do I do now that you're gone and never coming back? I have no fucking clue. Everything g feels pointless... lifeless. I love my family. I love my friends. But I don't see the point of it all. Life will still be highly functional without me. We're all small pieces in this shit thing we call life. I don't really matter. None of us do. The entire planet could go extinct and the earth would continue to rotate. The earth would probably be better off actually. So what am I doing here. Why am I writing this to Peter when he's never going to see it, why am I crying and being in so much pain when he will never care. Why do I do the things I do. Why does my brain tell me this is what you're supposed to do now. I'm questioning my entire fucking life and existence over YOU. why am I pathetic? Is love supposed to make you this pathetic? ,Anne I've just gotten every single damn thing so far in my life wrong. Maybe love isn't what I think it is. Maybe being successful isn't what I think it is. So on and so on. But where do I go from here, even if this realization has any truth to it and I just wasted 20 years of my life on this "lesson". Do I become a monk and take a vow of silence and meditate on all the stupid ass thoughts I have. This is just an example of what my brain thinks, not even the whole of it, in the couples I've been writing. How can I possibly figured out what the fuck I'm supposed to be doing. My heart tells me to fight for you. My brain tells me to be independent. My brain also tells me I'm crazy. My body tells me I'm weak. It reminds me that a piece of you has physically been inside me. Literally, but also figuratively. This one is different. You and me are different. I don't know why. But all the different parts of me tell me that you are different. You are the one. My heart tells me that you are the love of my life, forever and unconditionally. My head tells me that you've hurt me so bad but no matter what all the happiness you've brought me outweighs it by a million tons. My body tells me that you've brought the greatest sensation and connection I've ever felt to someone. ,y memories tell me that we've been through it all.. but when the memories pop into my head they are not surrounded by hatred, anger, hate... only love, happiness, hope, good. So why is it this way. Why did you leave? What lesson am I supposed to learn here? Am I supposed to wait a lifetime to figure it out? I'm not sure I can last that long. Everything between now and then will be... wasted. Trying to find answers from a lost love. Preoccupied with my past with what it means to my future. I need to know why it's this way. I need to know if I can fix it. I need to know what to do next if I can or can't fix it. I need to learn how to live my life without all these damn questions. Peter please tell me what I'm supposed to do. I'm lost since you left... no direction or purpose. With you I had purpose. I knew what I wanted in life. Now I have no thought what so ever than what I'm doing at this present time. Maybe that's good, but it doesn't feel good to me. Not having direction in life makes things pointless, hard, and just worthless. Maybe I need to find myself, this won't be a short journey. I don't know where I'm hiding under all these questions, responsibilities, obligations, standards and expectations. I don't know what I life anymore. One of the hardest questions the doctors keep asking me is what I do for fun. I can't think of a single thing. You used to be my only thing. Everything else I do has an obligation and reason behind it. I loved you because it was fun, I loved you because you made me happy, I loved you because I just did. No one pushed me into loving you or told me that's what I should do. I just did. And I thought you did too, but i think I became more of an obligation to you over time. But who am I to speak for you? Who knows. Look at all that's going through my head, I can't possibly begin to try and figure out the things in your head, I would go crazy. I might already be there. I want to talk to you. Because I think you were and still remain the only one who comprehended a little bit of what was going v through my mind. It's impossible to understand everything.. because it's my brain and I can't even figure it out. But you tried. You didn't judge me, you helped me, you supported me and most of all you loved me despite everything. Key word LOVED. I feel like I'm too much. Too much for the world yet another person to be connected with. I feel alone. Even when you loved me. I felt alone, because we really are alone. At the end of the day it's just you and your body, no matter who you think is with you. When you lay your head down to sleep, even if someone is laying next to you.. you're alone in your mind where no one can enter. When we are die, even if people are holding your hand.. we exit life alone, we cannot take anyone with us to go on the journey of heath together. Life is lonely no matter what. Every relationship is false security that someone understands you. But it's logically impossible. No one has lived the exact same life. All individuals mashing together in no particular order or reason, just trying to make it to... what? I guess that's the big question. Peter I love you. I'm not sure what it means, I do g know how to explain. My entire being just screams it so loud in my head every second of everyday it is impossible for me to ever forget it. I love you. Whatever that may mean. You did something to me. I'm not sure if good or bad. But what I do know is that I love you, and it will never go away, as long as I'm living this pointless thing we call life. With all my unanswered questions of this world... i know for a fact that the one absolute i can always rely on is that I love Peter. I'm still trying to figure out everything else.

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