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zozophoenixxx · 3 years

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Serotonin Booster :D 🐉

How to train your dragon edition

Here are some things I had forgotten or little details I just noticed on my rewatch, maybe even Unpopular Opinions 🤭👀

✨Race to the Edge ✨

SEASON 5

Meatlug and Toothless messing around in ep1 when Hiccup and Fishlegs are trying to figure out how to stabilize the island 🥺

I remember when I first watched this I was actually in bio and hearing Ruff and Tuff talk about symbiosis was like " WOW IM LEARNING THAT" 😂😂😂

Symbiotic relationship - symbiosis is the interaction between organisms living in close physical association to the advantage of both

It can lead to -> parasitism - a non-mutual symbiotic relationship between species where the parasite benefits at the expense of the host

- Hookfang and Snotlout have a parasitic relationship JAHDHAHSHA

wait I like that instead of calling a relationship toxic now imma be like "this shii is parasitic peace out ✌🏼️"

HICCSTRID FOREHEAD KISSES OMG😭

I like how Barf and Belch are incredibly strong, I feel like it's a fact that's usually ignored about them

Astrid: *talking about Garf* that dragon has a lot of fight in him

Hiccup: *while placing his hand on her shoulder* he's not the only one

I can't ok I love them too much 🥺

WAIT I JUST NOTICED THE FORESHADOWING WHEN THE TWINS WERE REFERRING TO JOHAN AS A PARASITE OMG 😳

THE BETROTHAL NECKLACE 😭😭😭

Fishlegs licking Astrid's hand is hilariousss nonono it's just that scene in general when Fishlegs is trying to help Astrid find the betrothal gift for Hiccup and she judo-flips him and then sits on him like 🤔

Sandbuster - doesn't like the light. Lives underground.

Astrid riding Toothless to save Hiccup. Just badass.

Hiccup giving Astrid the betrothal necklace and telling her that it's ok that she didn't get him anything bc she's the best gift in the world 🥺

And their hug and the way he moved her out of harm's way whenever Snotlout threw the sword

Still sad abt Shattermaster being replaced by the Triple Stryke

I really liked ep3 whenever they were in Berserker island bc we got to see them actually fighting in battle without their dragons it was pretty cool

The beginning of ep4 is also hilarious I can't with Astrid and Snotlout fighting and then also Astrid beating him up JAHDHAHSHA

- I also always wanted to know what Snotlout said to her 😭😭😭 all of them were just extremely concerned and shocked and Snotlout even had to leave the Edge UGH AHZHZHAG

Atali and the Wingmaidens 👏🏼🤩

"Males would neither understand, nor would they be helpful." Atali is a queen

Vanaheim - the last resting place of all dragons

"Sadness is a matter of perspective. It is how you choose to view something that makes it happy, scary, intriguing, or sad"

Ok so is Stormfly a tracker-class dragon or a sharp-class dragon?

Sentinels - Know all the dragons so they know how to deal with each of their tactics. Run Vanaheim. Have never encountered night furies. Good trackers. Blind. They tend to the island

OMG I FORGOT THAT VANAHEIM IS THE SKELETON OF THE KING OF DRAGONS

HAND HOLDING AND KISSES UFFF THANK U

Hiccstrid kiss count: 3😘

It's the way it's so realistic too, the way he smiles at her, the way he holds her hand and looks at her, the way she puts her hand on his chest and he lightly touches it with his free hand I just can't they're too perfect

Snotlout's excitement to see that Fishlegs was Fishlegs again and not Thor Bonecrusher- I mean the dude went running towards him🥺

I love how Hiccup just knows when Astrid's thinking about something

SPARRING HICCSTRID UGHHH I LOVE THIS SCENE

The way he's just in such a good mood afterwards 🥺

The scene leading up to the moonlight flight in ep7. I love them so much.

Hiccstrid Scene: ep7 min 5:42 -> 7:24

Meatlug's shot was the first to free a Singetail from a dragon flyer

Just realized that Johan not being able to get Hiccup's oil was probably also part of a plan to get them away from the edge to attack

Ok but Snotlout actually taking the initiative to be the leader while Hiccup and Astrid were away

The edge 🥺and when he destroyed his own Hut 🥺 I can't 🥺

I love how Mala and Throk were both trying to put the gang in a better mood

Silicates makes Meatlug drool

Tuffnut's Spanish is amazing we love to see a bilingual king✋🏼👑

Just realized that Krogan's name is well... Krogan. I never actually paid attention to the dude.

OMG WE GET TO SEE DRAGO IN THIS SEASON THIS IS CRAZY

I really like the twins in the Wings of War Episodes, the way they attempt to speak Spanish and start pronouncing the Rrrrrrrrs

Spitelout too lmao the way he helped Hiccup 🤩

It was also Spitelout the one that figured out that the Singetails don't like the altitude

I really love how Hiccup actually found a way to fight the flyers without hurting the Singetails, OMG IT REMINDS ME OF AANG when everyone was telling him to just kill the FIRELORD he found the right way

Tuff has a feet fettish

Stormfly and Garff messing around is too funny I love them sm 😭

Snotlout can be so sad sometimes

The twins singing >>

And that hug between Stormfly and Garff, they're just adorable 🥺🤧

HAHDHSHAHA THE WAY ASTRID LOOKED AT FISHLEGS WHENEVER THE SLITHERWINGS SHOWED

Slitherwings - very poisonous dragons! Even their skin is coated in poison. Like snake appearance. Not much is known about its poison and how it works but there is an antidote -> combination of angel fern root, pine sap and Slitherwing venom. The skin coating protects them from Garff's amber

Stormfly is such a badass omg I love her sm the way she protected Garff

Garff is an excellent shot according to Fishlegs

Fishlegs telling Astrid to look at him is just adorable, the way he wanted her to feel better 😭

Have I mentioned how much I love lil Hiccstrid moments? They dont even have to be romantic but just them? Like he just lightly touched her shoulder and told her to be strong and be there for Stormfly 🥺

Snotlout actually being worried about Astrid 🤧

I will never get over Astrid and Stormfly's relationship and how close they are, they would do anything for each other and Astrid just proved that by going up to the Slitherwing and PUNCHING THE LIL SHIT just to get Stormfly the antidote. AND WHEN SHE STARTED CRYING!!! As Tuffnut said "no one has ever prepared us for something like this"

And the Ruffnut being there for her and protecting her 😭😭😭

Astrid can actually draw

Still pissed about the fact that Hiccup never knew Astrid got poisoned NOW I NEED TO READ A FANFIC ON IT

That scene in Snuffnut [ep11] where Throk arrives to take Ruffnut as his wife is too funny. The way Astrid is pissed since the beginning and both Hiccup and Fishlegs are like "umm nope" AND WHEN HICCUP TAKES ASTRID OUT OF THE SCENE AND ALL YOU CAN HEAR IS HIM SCREAMING AND THESE RANDOM NOISES 😩😩😩😂

It really bothered me that Astrid had to stay behind in Looking for Oswald... And Chicken [ep12] just to take care of the twins when we could've had some Hiccstrid 😩😭 but it makes sense because Astrid is the only one Hiccup can actually trust on to keep things under control because even though Fishlegs is kinda sane neither the twins nor Snotlout would listen to him and Snotlout would definitely join the twins or just make things worse somehow. I mean they've both proven themselves to be fully capable but well- yk... Astrid is just Astrid

Astrid and Stormfly's faces whenever the twins said they needes a dragon that loves tracking and chicken😭😂😩

Chicken covering her tracks and Snotlout as narrator 😂

Omg Dagur saw Oswald's dead body... He even had to bury him and wow-

Grim Gnashers - hunters that prey on the sick dragons in Vanaheim.

Chicklet🐥🐥🐥🐥

SNOTLOUT'S TAN LINE OMGGG

"Please let me hurt him. Please? Just-- just a little?"JAHSHAHAJAJ I LOVE AGGRESSIVE DAGUR

Fishlegs saying that "Snotlout can actually be pretty handy in an air battle" is so true. Like we mostly see Snotlout as this dumb, sarcastic, rebellious dude who doesn't care about anyone but himself and but that's actually not true he's actually caring and will fight for the ones he loves but he won't say that because he cares too much about what others think of him 😭

I really dislike Johan sm u guys don't understand like I used to like him and feel bad whenever ppl cut him short but ughhhhhhh it's the subtle things too like him telling Heather to give them the dragon eye, him screaming in Snotlout's ear, not extending his hand to grab Heather, and him putting his hand out to "grab" the lens but just causing Snotlout to drop it

The way Heather jumped to get Windshear and the way Windshear kept telling her to leave and save herself

Archipelago gold = The clouds of corn = pop corn

I can't believe I'm about to start season 6 this is actually so sad

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fanfic-cave · 3 years

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Abandoned

Rating: SFW/PG-13 (although theres kissing and stuff if you dont want to read that in public)

Word Count: 2.2k

Pairing: Hunter x Fem Jedi!OC

Warnings: Angst, fighting and arguing, talks about order 66/jedi being killed, making out it gets a little heated ya’ll

Summary: Hunter has discovered Sera's intentions to abandon the team and leave. The have an argument, amongst other things. Does she stay, or will she leave the bad batch for good?

Authors note: More OC stuff, I just get scenes in my head and I have to write them out. This is the furthest ahead ive gotten in the story I think. I have ideas of other things (which kinda get hinted at here), but im not sure how exactly I want to accomplish them.

Be sure to check out my post and put in your 2 cents on what I should write next!

Tags: @mangoberry99

You walked into the small, dark room, with Hunter right on your heels. He was definitely mad at you.

You tightened the mask on your face, and kept your hood up. Hunter switched the lights on and shut the door. “You were going to leave?” Hunters voice was raised, practically growling. He whipped around to look at you, his eyebrows arched and nostrils flaring. Yup. Pissed.

“I don’t expect you to understand.” You folded your arms defensively. “Just cause you’re a Jedi?” Hunter spoke loudly. “You owe us an explanation.” Somehow you thought Hunter really meant that you owed him an explanation.

You turned your face away, saying nothing. You didn’t feel obliged to share anything, you just wanted to retreat and hide like you always had. Hunters mouth turned down into a frown, and you could tell he was getting more upset. “I hate to break it to you, but being a Jedi doesn’t make you more special or different than the rest of us-"

“Hold on a damn minute-" you interjected, uncrossing your arms.

“And you don’t get to shut us out just because you are one.” He spat it out and you felt your face heat up with anger. “You were going to go without saying goodbye, Sera. You realized how messed up that is?” He was yelling now.

“I told you, you wouldn’t understand!” You yelled back. Your hands balled up into fists.

“No, I don’t! How could you befriend us, gain our trust, and just leave? Omega-"

“Don’t.” you interrupted before he could finish. Your voice had lowered in pitch, but it was loud and it echoed around the room. “Don’t bring her into this.” You were doing this to protect them, especially her. You didn’t want him to guilt trip you by using her.

“It would’ve destroyed her. You can’t face that? That you were going to abandon her?”

“You have no right-!” You turned to face him, pointing a finger at him and walking up to him.

“Take that damn thing off.” Hunter said. You froze. You knew he was referring to the mask. He stared at you with a hard look on his face, still fuming with anger. “I said take it off.” He ordered.

You yanked it off and threw it at his feet, hoping to hit his foot. He easily moved his left foot to avoid getting hit. “Happy?” You threw up your hands as you said it, venom laced in your tone. Your mask felt like your defense, a protection. You felt safe with it, and you had worn it since abandoning the clone wars and the Jedi order. You felt too vulnerable and exposed without it right now.

“Don’t lecture me, I know what I was doing, and I-" your voice cracked. You took a step back and took a breath. “I thought it was better than the alternative.” Your voice was quieter now. You looked down, then you turned around, your back to him. You didn’t want to see him, to face him. You placed your hands on the table in front of you, leaning forward and taking slow deep breaths.

“How would that be better?” Hunter's voice was lower in volume, matching yours. He seemed upset, but not angry anymore. He sounded hurt, or maybe sad.

You finished another deep breath. “The Jedi are being hunted down. I can only hide for so long.” Your voice was much quieter now, barely above a whisper. You felt weight on your chest as you said it. You crossed your arms and hugged yourself, trying to squeeze away the tight feeling in your chest. Once you started, you couldn’t stop. “I could feel it when the Jedi were killed, Hunter. Thousands of voices being silenced. And now, I can feel it.” Hunter waited for you to finish. “The Empire knows there are hidden Jedi across the galaxy, and they’re going to come and find us.”

You turned to face him, tears in your eyes. Hunter looked worried as he listened to you, watching your movements. “If you’re with me, you could all be killed.” You choked out the last part, the tears coming out. You covered your mouth with your hands, trying to hold in the cries that escaped your mouth.

You squeezed your eyes tight and couldn’t see, but you felt arms wrapped around your shoulders and pulled you in. You received the hug and wrapped your arms around Hunters torso, then buried your face into his chest. You couldn’t keep it in anymore, the sobbing escaping you, ripping through your chest.

“Shh,” Hunter quietly began comforting you. You felt his hand stroking your hair, the other arm squeezing you tight against him. You held onto him as you cried, like holding him would help you hold yourself together.

You stayed there for a minute, quietly sobbing while Hunter stroked your hair and quieted your cries. After a minute had passed, he spoke. “You remember what I told you when we found out you were a Jedi?” He paused and you waited quietly, tears still rolling down your cheeks. “I said we would protect you.” You had stopped sobbing, and you took shaky breaths in and out.

You felt him kiss the top of your head. You pulled away from his chest to look up at him. He wiped the tears out of your eyes with his thumb. “I promise, I won’t let the Empire kill you,” he had grabbed your chin, and looked into your eyes with intensity as he spoke. You smiled at his optimism. Normally you might argue that he couldn’t guarantee that, but he looked so set in his decision. You didn’t think you could persuade him otherwise.

He leaned in to press his forehead against yours, and you met him halfway, enjoying the moment of closeness. You felt like he was grounding you, keeping you here in the moment instead of fearing for the future. “Is this okay?” You felt his breath hit your face as he spoke. It was warm, and he smelled nice. You nodded. He squeezed you around the waist and pulled you in tighter, your hips now touching.

You felt your heart skip a beat. You two had never been quite this affectionate. You had an idea that Hunter might feel something more than friendship towards you. There had been moments, exchanged glances, lingering touches. Conversation where you both opened up, and had been vulnerable with each other. You already knew how you felt, but never were quite sure where exactly he stood.

You opened your eyes, and examined his face. You could see details that you couldn’t make out without being this close. The details in his tattoos, the shape of his eyes, of his face, his mouth. You felt yourself become more brave. You tilted your face to the right, your nose skimming past his. His lips were not even an inch away from yours now.

You saw Hunter's eyes open, and he was watching you. You waited, not wanting to advance more without permission. You held eye contact for a moment. He looked at you questioningly, processing what you were doing. You waited for him to pull away or come closer. You quietly froze there, the two of you only breathing and examining each other in your closeness, neither of you sure what would happen. You found yourself getting lost in his brown eyes for that short moment.

Suddenly Hunters lips were against yours, his hand at the back of your neck, fingers reaching into your hair. You breathed in through your nose, and your bodies began to move together. You felt yourself rise up to your toes to reach him, to get closer. Your arms were still wrapped around his torso, and you pulled yourself closer to him, just as his other hand gently pushed you in from the small of your back, trying to close every gap between your bodies.

After a minute, Hunter pulled away to allow yourselves a second to breath. He studied your face, like he was trying to memorize it. “It’s about damn time.” You said between breaths, and he laughed. His eyes seemed to light up with excitement. You reached up to his neck and brought him back in. You felt a burning in your chest as you continued kissing him. You wrapped your fingers around his biceps, and began to push him towards the nearest wall. He let you move him, his arms around your waist, making sure you came right along with him. You went back up on your toes, reaching to kiss him.

Hunters hands shifted away from you, then you felt them grab you underneath your thighs. You were suddenly lifted up, your legs reflexively wrapping around him. You gasped and broke from the kiss, holding onto him to keep yourself from falling.

“I’ve got you.” He spoke confidently, placing one hand on your shoulder as the other fully held you up. Then, he took a few steps and set you down on the table. Your face was now an even height with his. You made a face “You think I’m too short to kiss you?” You huffed out. Hunter smiled and said “You are kinda short-“

“Oh shut up.” You grabbed his shoulders and forcefully brought him back in. You tightened your legs on him, as if trying to lock him in place. He had one hand on your hip, the other touched the back of your shoulder where your bare skin was exposed. It felt like a fire was ignited where his fingertips met your skin. Hunter broke away and planted kisses on your cheek, then he moved to your jaw. You felt yourself reach at his shirt on his back, tempted to start pulling at it. You felt intoxicated by the moment, drinking in the bliss you felt as his kisses moved to your neck.

Wait. How did I get here again?

You released him and pulled away gently as the thought crossed your mind. Hunter stopped and took a step back from you, being sure to give you space if you wanted it. Your legs no longer were wrapped around him, you sat on the table and Hunter stood just a foot away from you. “Did I overstep?” Hunter asked. He watched you carefully, concern written all over his face.

“No, no I loved that Hunter,” you reached your hand out and grabbed his. You gave him a reassuring squeeze. “I’m just trying to process. Weren’t we just fighting?” You looked back up at him. He looked up, trying to recall the events. “Right, and then you were crying-“

“And now we’re kissing.” You laughed and shook your head. “That really escalated huh?” You looked back up to him as you spoke. Hunter was smiling, he looked genuinely happy.

You ran your hand through your hair, your braid now very much messed up. You began to undo it. Hunters smile faded and his eyebrows knitted together.

“What is it?” You asked.

“You won’t leave, right?” He asked, the brooding expression you were all too familiar with was set back onto his face.

“Oh.” Right, I was going to leave. You felt your heart squeeze. “No, I don’t think I will.” You said after thinking. Hunter sighed in relief. “Good.” He approached you again, wrapping his arms around your waist. “I wouldn’t let you anyways.” You raised your eyebrows at him. “Oh, you wouldn’t let me?” Like he could stop me. You kept that thought in your head.

“No.” He spoke firmly. His eyes locked with yours, and he looked determined. “I know the empire is hunting down the last of the Jedi, but we’re not exactly on good terms with them either.” You listened as he spoke.

“I don’t like the thought of you trying to survive on your own. I’ve always had my brothers, and having a squad, or a family, to rely on has gotten us all through it. I want you to rely on us, let us help you.” He put a hand on your cheek as he finished, and leaned in closer to you. He looked almost sad as he said it. You realized if he really cared about you, the thought of you leaving must hurt as much as leaving him would’ve hurt you.

You took a deep breath, then spoke. “Since I left the order, and the war, I’ve always been on my own. Having someone to rely on again has been a bit of an adjustment.” Hunter kept his eyes fixed on you, hand still on your cheek. You moved to put your hand on top of his. “I’m still learning how not to run, and I don’t want to run from you.” You squeezed his hand and looked into his eyes. “Honestly, I think I love you.”

Hunters eyes widened a bit as you said it. You smiled and you could feel yourself blushing. Now, though, you weren’t ashamed.

You saw Hunters eyes move to the door and back to you. Then you heard foot steps and Omega calling for Hunter. “I love you too.” He whispered it, and the door opened.

I know. You mouthed it, then slid off the table to stand next to him. You could practically hear him roll his eyes and you smiled.

I don’t think I could leave now. Not even if I wanted to.

#the bad batch #tbb #star wars #tcw #clones #hunter #hunter x reader #hunter x jedi #jedi #order 66

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tender-rosiey · 3 years

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hey dear (yeah im deffo addicted to your writing) just checking on you i hope your doing good and taking care of yourself. I would also like to drop a one shot request of Chuuya falling for mori's god-daughter (also an executive) who has an ability which allows her to summon and control demons while singing but she ends up getting captured and goes missing for 2 years then one day they find her and he confesses to her after she gets rescued (rlly fluffy). thanks in advance love Safiyah <33

❥—Cassiopeia

❥—Chuuya Nakahara x Reader

❥—Fluff

ᴀ/ɴ: i am glad you enjoy my writing and i hope you are doing great as well; hopefully you like this one too 🥺💘 also let this cure your hearts after the last one- also the chant is inspired by Obey me ❣️

“Chuuya, I would like for you to meet my daughter.”

Right then a beautiful and fair lady came out of the door. Chuuya beweildered by her beauty went silent; such a beautiful creature existed?

“Y/N, meet Chuuya; he is one of the best executives here!” Mori introduced you smiling, to which you wave your hand to the ginger and smiled warmly “Hey Chuuya! Pleasure meeting you.” Chuuya smiled shyly and waved back “S-same here..”

Mori then smirked and questioned “Chuuya what’s the matter? You seem rather uncollected.” The said male waved his hand around in denial as he was stopped by a giggle from the lady beside him. “You are quite cute; I hope we get to know each other more.” You said before exiting for your mission.

Chuuya let out a sigh of relief putting his hands on his knees as blush crept onto his face. He made a total and utter fool out of himself; Isn’t he the strongest executive? Why was he so damn shy around you? The thought started clouding his mind until Mori snapped him out of his daze and asked “Are you perhaps interested in Y/N, Chuuya?”

Damn right he is. You were so sweet and kind and that just hit bullseye in his heart. Ever since then he would take almost any opportunity to be with you and talk with you. You were slowly getting to know each other better.

You have been together through tears and giggles and pain and sniffles. He knows you deeply and you know him just as well. After all 3 years of friendship isn’t a minuscule period of time; there multiple moments he had seen you in that made just how much of a wonderful person you are even clearer.

You got along with everyone.

Akutagawa, you both were like best friends and would tell each other everything. You were one of the few he accepted help or their company and you were always a great duo in battle.

Kouyou, the woman that took him in adores you. What more could he ask for? Kouyou helped you and guided in your times of unknowing what to do and how to do it. You were sisters and she valued you deeply, she would always hang out with you and talk with you about anything and everything.

Mori, the man who you addressed as your father. Despite Mori not being biologically him but he treated you as such, as if you were his daughter. He gave you all his love and made you feel appreciated and took care of you.

Seeing your kindness towards your allies Chuuya was dazzled, how could someone so sweet and kind be in the Mafia? His thoughts were completely erased when he saw you in battle.

Multiple screams, all saying the same thing “Beware of the Port Mafia’s devil!” Chuuya was wondering about who are they referring to, was it him? He suddenly heard someone singing behind him.

“Hear me, denizens of darkness, you who are born of shadow and you who give birth to it. Hear me and do as I command! I, Y/N, call upon you to send forth one of your number! I summon the demons of chanting despair!”

That voice, it sounded so angelic but the words were venomous. He turned around to be met with the sight of you floating, eyes glowing purple as demons from around you rose from the earth and attacked all the men in front of him.

‘Woah..’ He couldn’t be more in love. Your elegant movement while fighting were a sight to behold. Your voice was enchanting yet deadly, he would be grateful if it was the last thing he heard before his death.

He loved how there was a total difference between the way you treat your peers and your enemies. Did he really deserve if your feelings were mutual? It was new for Chuuya to doubt himself. But there wasn’t any route to choose when his heart now belonged to no one but you and that made him helpless before you.

“Look at the stars, Chuuya !” Right, you loved looking at constellations, and he loved how the stars shined and danced in your eyes as if they were their ball room.

He looked up and saw a weird look star, maybe a constellation? He then pointed at it and asked “Y/N, what constellation is that?” You smiled brightly before answering “That’s Cassiopeia! It represents love.” You then turned to the ginger finding him close to you and somehow both of you involuntary moved closer, slowly about to close the gap between you.

“Hello Y/N.” You both jumped and looked at the owner of the voice to see that it’s Mori. Chuuya saying every cuss word in his mind while you both were as red as roses, however Mori was grinning mischievously. It’s nice being a party pooper at times.

However that’s all in the past.

Now you were gone, no one knew where you were taken and if you were even still alive. 2 years too long for the ginger, too long because of his suffering and sadness through them.

When he first found out you were taken he was devastated and went on searching everywhere with the mafia men; everyone in the Port Mafia was searching for their Y/N.

At the night he found out he couldn’t sleep, and wanted to start the search as soon as possible but days turned into weeks and weeks turned into months and then into years. Chuuya was starting to lose hope but still searched. Everyday he thought of you, he would drink wine and anything to wash it all away.

Even now after all what happened and the two years that had passed since then they still didn’t stop searching. He didn’t stop searching.

He was walking down the streets returning back from a mission as he came across a warehouse, it looked rather sketchy so to quiet down his thoughts he entered it and his eyes could not believe what he saw.

You all beaten up and bruised. Body looking as weak as a stick and something to silence your screams and chants on your mouth, his body loved involuntary and hugged you tightly quickly freeing you from the chains that hampered you from fleeing from your misery.

He sent the location to the Port Mafia and now everyone was going to come and make who did this to you pay. He picked you up and as he looked behind him he found Mori with wide eyes barely himself believing that indeed you were alive.

The old man took you from the hands of your savior and inspected your face, those who did this to you will go through hell. “Chuuya take her back.” Mori said sternly and Chuuya nodded, he wasn’t going to let you go out of his sight again.

And there he was with you on a bed, multiple tubes sticking to your skin and a oxygen mask. You looked really weak and pale, but it didn’t stop him from loving you. He loved you even more because you managed to live through that and made it back to him at the end.

Chuuya fell asleep as he was waiting for any sign of your awakening, and you woke up instead adjusting to the light and your surroundings. This wasn’t the dark and frightening warehouse you were in...you were finally saved. After two years of misery you were finally saved.

You looked to your side to find the ginger fast asleep alongside you, you smiled softly and gently played with his hair. Chuuya felt something on his head and slowly woke up to see you pulling your hand away, but he held it tenderly and put it back.

“I have to tell you something when you recover, Y/N.” He said as he was enjoying the feeling of your touch. “Why not now?” You questioned while he looked up at you with a smile and mumbled “because it’s something you need to be told outside of this white chamber.”

And so as time passed you were finally back to how you were. He blindfolded you and led you to a garden and went behind you. “Chuuya where are we?” You wondered while he chuckled and took your blindfold off and said “See for yourself.”

Your eyes were now looking at the garden you last saw Chuuya before your disappearance, but right now there was a picnic set and surrounding it were petals on a shape of a heart and candles lighting up the the space. He then pointed above and looked at you.

There it was, the constellation of love, Cassiopeia. He placed a hand on his heart and softly said “Love is what I feel for you. Very deep and strong love.” He walked towards you and held your hands between his bringing them up to his lips and placed a light kiss to them.

“I never stopped loving you, and from the moment I saw you took my breath away, you made me the prisoner of love and the poor who seeks for your love and touch. Everything about you is beyond description, I can’t find the words to describe it and I am afraid that it had already eaten me up. I am afraid that now you are the only who can calm the beast of love and adoration that only wants you and won’t accept anyone but you. So will you please give me a chance and let me show you how much love my heart feels towards you?”

A smile made its way into your face and vision getting glossy. You pulled the ginger towards you and connected your lips as gentle as one would touch a flower’s petal. The light of the stars shining on both you, it looked like a scene from a movie.

A portray, a beautiful portray, that could be drawn by millions but never be as beautiful. And Cassiopeia was the witness of their true and never ending love.

“once I believed

love poems were foolish

now I read love poems

just for the sake of it

and yet perhaps I want

to reach a higher state of poetry

I don't know if that's right or wrong

but such a feeling persists anyway

and sometimes irritates me

provoking outrageous desires

once I believed

love poems were foolish

yet now I do nothing

but dream about love“

-from “Exhaustion” by Nakahara Chuuya

do not copy or plagiarize or you will be reported

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jae-daddy · 3 years

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Duff (5) (M)

jaebum au series

one / two / three / four / five / six / seven / eight masterlist

pairing: im jaebum x reader genre: angst, smut, cheating, CEO! I guess too now plot: you are the duff and guys use you to get close to your bestfriend, Heather, and turns out Jaebum is no exception. but as time goes on the tension between you and your best friend’s unofficial boyfriend grows a/n: I think I'm completing Duff now! it won’t be too long, I think like four more parts left, maybe more, I don’t have a plan! stay tuned! not edited, hope y’all enjoy it! <3

“Prick,” you seethed, watching the girl laugh as she placed her hand on his arms.

Even from the distance, you could hear Jaebum chuckle, you could hear his silvery tone and the heat of him as he leaned into the girl and whispered something in her ear.

The girl leaned back with a frown, and Jaebum pointed before turning towards your table. You looked away, but you knew Jaebum had caught you staring.

Your doubts became confirmed when he slid into the booth and placed a drink in front of you, “What were you looking at, love?”

Heather turned to you, her eyes glistening innocently in the lights. You glared at Jaebum before turning towards Heather, “I don’t trust him.”

Heather only laughed, her soft voice floating over the thumping music of the club like a melody, “Don’t be ridiculous, y/n. I really thought the two of you would become friends after working together.”

“Me too,” Jaebum mused in with a knowing smile.

Your glare darkened at him as you lifted the dark liquid to your lips, “Well, you thought wrong.”

“Always breaking my heart, aren’t you, sweetheart?”

You turned to see if Heather saw this blatant flirting, but she was busy talking to the male beside her. She laughed at something she said, her hand falling on his arm. You turned to Jaebum now to see if he noticed her flirting, but his eyes remained on you smug and unmoving.

Your brows furrowed with annoyance at the two of them, and you frowned before downing the drink.

Jaebum instantly placed another in front you, and you glared at him but accepted it anyway. After all, free booze was free booze.

Heather had left with the attractive guy and was now grinding against him at the dance floor, leaving only Jaebum and you remaining in the booth. You glanced at Jaebum who continued to watch you as if you were the only thing in the whole entire universe worth looking at.

“What?” you snarled, making Jaebum’s smile brighten.

“You’re a firecracker, aren’t you?”

“And you’re an annoying cunt, aren’t you?”

Jaebum laughed at that, but your frown only deepened as you spotted Heather’s red-hair in the crowd of people.

“God, Jaebum,” you turned towards him frustrated. You didn’t know how to say this without being a nosy bitch who was causing problems in their relationships, but you couldn’t hold back anymore.

Every time you would go to the clubs with them. Jaebum and you remained on the table, sneering at each other or commenting on the idiots in the club. While Heather was on the dance-floor with a different guy every week, grinding against them as if she didn’t have a boyfriend.

“Don’t you care that she’s dancing with someone else?”

Jaebum shrugged, taking a sip of his beer, “I don’t dance.”

You sighed as your lips drew into a line, “Are you guys in an open relationship?”

“No,” Jaebum snorted, before adding with a heart-stopping wink, “But arrangements can be made for you.”

You groaned at that, “I can’t believe she’s going out with a sleazeball like you.”

“Hey,” Jaebum frowned, “You’re the only person I am a sleazeball with.”

“I’m honoured,” you rolled your eyes. You leaned towards him, your face taunting as you drawled, “And exactly, how many girls have you told that to already?”

“Only you, love,” he leaned, his face just a few inches away from yours.

Your eyes darted to his lips and you swallowed, hard, “Disgusting.”

Jaebum laughed once again, before falling against the backrest, “It’s good that she gets to live her life how she wants to.”

You followed his gaze to where Heather and the guy were dry humping now.

“It’s quite brilliant,” he looked over at you.

“Oh, you think that’s brilliant, cool,” you told him with fake enthusiasm, “I’ll note it down in my diary tonight.”

Jaebum stared at you, the lightness in his eyes shifting with an intensity that settled on you, making you shift uncomfortably. His eyes held you as he saw through every word that you spoke, every sigh and every wall you had put around yourself, and smiled as if he knew all your secrets, “What’s wrong, y/n? Why are you back to being a loathsome little creature?”

You snorted at that, his gaze still heavy on you as you avoided looking at him.

“I thought we were getting along,” he said softly. It was surprising you could hear him over the loud trashy music of the club. You could hear him, and hear that heaviness in his voice that made your heart sink.

You knew he was referring to that night in Heather’s kitchen.

You remembered that feeling in your chest. The lightness and heaviness that settled there at once, that warm little glow that ignited somewhere deep. You remembered the hope, and how your heart wrenched as you saw Jaebum disappear into your best friend’s room.

You knew it was dangerous. You knew it would cost too much.

So instead you smiled at him. You saw his face fall as he took in the sinister twist on your lips as you sang, mocking him, your heart tugging with every word, “Yeah well, you thought wrong.”

His face clouded with confusion, sadness, and your heart bled as he said, “You shared something with me, y/n.”

The smile dropped and your lips pursed into a tight line, you saw the hurt on his face. You shrugged, nonchalantly, “Yeah, I overshare with everyone so don’t think you’re special.”

You looked away from him and his eyes failing to mask the hurt.

“Y/n,” he moaned, his voice dark and velvet.

A breath escaped you as his hot tongue licked your neck before his lips kissed your searing skin. Your eyes rolled back, your hips rising before setting down on his big thick cock again.

He groaned against your skin, his fingers tightening on your hips.

You leaned back, a smirk on your lips as you saw the dark-haired male look up at you. His dark eyes almost closing from pleasure as you rose once again before letting him fill you up once again, tortuously slow.

“Such a good boy,” your lips twisted into a smile, as he let out another breathy groan. Your fingers tangled into his dark hair before you gripped it, pulling his head back.

You took him in, his eyes needy and dark with desire, his lips red and tempting as he met your eyes. His hips moved helplessly below you trying to fuck you as he wanted.

You snickered, raising on your knees, making him almost whine. You tugged his hair harder, making him hiss, the darkness in his eyes taking over.

“You should see yourself right now,” you amused, leaning down and running your tongue up his neck, reaching just below his ear. You placed a soft kiss there, before biting his earlobe, his hands tightened in response. You grind yourself against him again, and he lets out a throaty groan. “Such a mess.”

You leaned back looking at his handsome face, “Such a pretty fucking mess, aren’t you, Jaebum?”

He nodded, his mind a haze in lust and desire.

You leaned in once again, your lips kissing his pale neck, as he let out another desperate moan, and then another. Another.

Your fingers tugged his hair, caressing it. Your fingers running down his long strands, tracing it down his back, you bit his neck and he let out a soft feminine sigh.

You opened your eyes, and found ember wrapped around your fingers. You leaned back and saw her beautiful face arched up towards you. Her eyes closed, the fire of her hair spreading behind her, her pouty lips parted with a moan.

Heather opened her eyes, the green in them darkening with poison as her lips parted once more, “What are you doing with him?”

Your eyes widened as you stared at her in shock. Her perfectly straight teeth seething as fangs grew in, her eyes changing as she hissed this time. Her body beneath your body, slithered as scales started to cover her.

Her sharp tongue hissed at you as you saw the betrayal turn her into a monster, “I thought we were friends. How could you do this?”

Her s’s drawn-out, as she continued, “I loved him. I loved you. You hurt me. Now pay the price.”

She darted towards you, the venom spitting out of her mouth as you jerked backwards.

You gasped as you jolted in your chair.

You looked around taking in your surroundings, calming down slightly as you realised you were still in the office at work. You gulped, your throat was dry as you reached for your water bottle underneath your desk.

You choked on it as the male from your dream appeared in front of you. You frowned, as you thumped your chest to help the choking.

Jaebum’s eyes shone with bright lightness as he took you in, a familiar grin on his rosy lips as he snickered, “Can’t seem to function around me, love?”

The choke receded and you spat, “Get over yourself, sir.”

You sneered the title knowing how much it annoyed him.

In the past week, you started to properly work as Mr Im Jaebum’s assistant. During that period you had realised two things. First, being his secretary wasn’t bad at all, he was actually hardworking and wasn’t too difficult to assist. And secondly, he didn’t want to be your boss as much as you didn’t want to be his personal assistant.

He would visibly cringe and frown whenever you said sir, boss or Mr Im.

“Just call him Jaebum, y/n,” he groaned from the hundredth time, “is it really that hard?”

“Yes, I am a professional.”

Jaebum only smiled, rolling his eyes, before he waved you in to follow him instead. You groaned getting up from your seat, and Jaebum smirked at you knowingly, “Yes, clearly a professional.”

You only glared at the back of his head as you followed him in. You couldn’t help but admire his perfect ass, and how great it looked in those suit pants he wore.

He spun around, and your gaze instantly lifted to meet his. Your cheeks flushed as you saw the corner’s of his lips lift as he caught you in the act.

You couldn’t stop thinking about him.

It was literally becoming concerning at this point. All you ever thought about was him. The way he would smile, roll his eyes or laugh at you snarking back at him.

You really didn’t know how you functioned around Im Jaebum, because every time you were around him, your body went into overdrive.

You thought about him endlessly. You thought about Jaebum when you had dinner, when you would wake up. You would be pleasing yourself, and right before you came, the thing to send you over the edge was always him. You had cum countless times moaning his name, and it was mortifying.

Your cheeks flushed brighter as you thought of all the indecent things about him.

And now, he was even invading your dreams.

Him and Heather.

You shuddered at the memory, but Jaebum had already turned back towards his desk to notice. He lifted up his hand, gesturing you to walk over with two fingers.

The power of that movement, the authority, the dominance, almost made you melt and fall onto your knees, but you still walked towards him. No sign of the storm raging on inside you as you stood on the other side of the table, taking in the sheets of paper spread over the dark wood.

“What are these?” You asked quietly as you took in the papers. All you saw were graphs, research papers and a few photographs of what looked like a UNICEF campaign for poverty.

“Which of these do think is the best,” he lifted up a pile of papers and handed them to you.

A snort left you as you shuffled through the papers, all pictures of Jaebum in different poses; some professional and some completely ridiculous. But he looked like a handsome model in all of them. You sighed, looking up at him, “Once again, what are these?”

“I had an interview with the magazine and they sent over a few finals for me to select,” he replied, as he moved over to your side of the table. You stilled as you felt his presence behind you. He spoke, his hot breath hitting your neck, “Which of these do you think is good?”

You peered up at him through your lashes, as his eyes turned to look at you. He was close, too close. You took a step away, but not before noticing his eyes flicking to your lips.

You bit your lip before you turned to the selection of photos, “What is the interview for?”

“For me.”

You gave him a dry look, “Yes, and what exactly about you?”

“Oh, I don’t know actually,” he frowned as he scratched his temple. You gave him another dry look and shook your head.

“Yeah, the interview is not happening, I’ll call them up and cancel now.”

Jaebum looked at you wide-eyed, his hands grasping your elbow to stop you as you passed him, “What? Why?”

“They are a gossip magazine, Jaebum,” you sighed, gesturing to the covers they had sent over. “They aren’t showing a title for you cover story, or for any of the other stories they’re doing because they don’t want to reveal the theme. Chances are, it’s not nice and will only cause trouble.”

“But I-”

You cut him off with a sigh, “Look, if you want interviews I can set some up for you. Journalists would fall over themselves to get a chance to interview you, but not them,” you pointed to the pile of cover shoots, “They will only tear you apart to sell their magazine.”

“It’s a friend,” his eyebrows furrowed together so innocently, you wanted to stroke his face and make the worry disappear.

But instead, you gave him a grim smile, “Does your friend run the magazine?”

“No.”

“Is an editor or hold power?”

“No, it’s a friend of his who needed something big, and I just wanted to help,” he trailed off. He let go of his grip on you and ran his fingers through his dark hair instead.

You had run your fingers through them in your dream too, but now you couldn’t remember how they felt.

“If you want to help them, tell your friend to contact me,” you sighed, watching him as he settled onto the couch in the corner of his office. You had realised that Jaebum rarely ever sat on the chair meant for him. He always sat elsewhere unless someone had come to visit for a meeting. “I have a lot of scope for them.”

Jaebum looked at you, giving you a tired smile. You walked towards him, your heels softly sinking into the rug underneath the couch. You licked your lips as you sang, “Benefits of being besties with a socialite.”

Jaebum chuckled half-heartedly, “You and besties are the poster party girls.”

“We know how to have fun,” you replied, still watching him carefully. Jaebum looked absolutely distort and tired as he leaned into his forearms, his dark hair hiding his face.

You stood there for a long moment. You weren't sure if you should walk out and give him space, or sit next to him and soothe his tense back.

Just as you were about to leave Jaebum let out a dark snicker, “I can’t even fucking do this right.”

You stopped and turned towards him. He wasn’t looking at you, his cold and distant eyes stared at the floor as he shook his head, his lips curling.

“All you needed was one look and you knew that magazine was shady, and I...” He shook his head, his lips curling into a cruel smile intended just for him. “I couldn’t even do a single interview right.”

“Hey, come on,” you said softly, deciding to walk over to him. You sat down next to him, “You just came back, you don’t know about gossip magazines. The only reason I know is that I read stuff like that. No one expects you to know.”

Jaebum laughed again, hollow, “No one expects anything from me.”

You frowned at that, “Jaebum if this is about your position and you being the son of the chairman, I think you’re pretty wrong. The Chairman was actually against your appointment, it was the Board that scouted and are fighting for you.”

“It’s only because I am a threat,” he shook his head, as he massaged his palm nervously. “It’s so I don’t go elsewhere.”

“Exactly, you are so good that they can’t afford to lose you,” your frown deepened as you studied him. “So what is the problem?”

“They’ll make me permanent regardless,” he shrugged.

“Do you want to be the Director?”

Jaebum sighed, before shrugging, “I don’t know.’

You bit your lip before you nudged your shoulder against him slightly. He turned to you, and you saw the lightness return to his eyes, and your heart shivered.

You looked towards the front and you said, “Yeah, well, trial periods go both ways. You can say no at the end of this as much as they have the right too.”

You looked at him one more time with a soft smile, “Either way, you’ll do absolutely fantastic.”

“Fantastic,” he repeated, his lips lifting into a mocking grin, and you could barely breath. You gulped as what ever oxygen you had in your lungs all fled as his eyes darted to your lips. You saw them darken, and your stomach dropped.

You remembered the dream and ached at how badly you wanted to see him that way. You remembered the slightest kiss you shared in the elevator and wondered what it would be like to do it properly, to complete it this time around.

His minty breath fell over your lips. You breathed him in for moment, before shooting up from your seat. Your eyes remained on Jaebum, who now stared at the empty space where you had been a second ago. He blinked once, and then a grin broke over his gorgeous face.

“Well,” you breathed, calming your racing heart and the slow pulse in your core. “I’ve got emails to answer.”

You were almost at the door when Jaebum’s voice surrounded you. It was mocking, but you could easily hear the sincerity as he called out, “And you have the nerve to say we’re not friends, y/n.”

You stopped, peeking over your shoulder. He relaxed back onto the couch, but his eyes kept watching you, his gaze burning you as he waited for your answer.

You bit your nails into your palm, and your eyes fluttering close as you sighed, “Fine.”

“Fine?” Jaebum asked, the hope shining brighter than the teasing.

“Friends.” You stated before speeding towards the door.

“Don’t go too hard on those emails, love,” Jaebum laughed, as you walked out of the glass door.

“Prick.” You muttered as you collapsed on your chair.

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twaigfraggle · 4 years

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Ledges are a great way to save your relationship.

Hi, so here’s my fic. It’s Robo and a tad hard to follow. It’s based on the season 3 episode Gobos school for explorers. @shadowthezombie here it is! Please excuse any out of character behavior. I’m sorry if this is bad. Love ya and thx for reading!

It had been like this all day. The petty back and forth arguing seemed a bit more angry then usual. Almost as if something had happened earlier. They were tense especially when they got closer together. Wembley found himself picking up on these small details Red seemed a little more standoffish which wasn’t like her. All of her aggression was directed at Gobo and his at her. It was definitely a lot worse then their usual stints of anger toward each other. Which was even more bizarre as they had been close for the past few months, so why the sudden tension? Wembley had tried to ask Gobo about it but he changed the subject with the latest post card from his uncle. When he tried to ask Red she acted like she hadn’t heard him and started talking about something else. Wembley asked Mokey cause she usually knew things but, she was just as unsure as he was. So Wembley just assumed that they had gotten into a fight over something and were taking the petty approach. It wasn’t until years later he had gotten the full story.

March 18th 1985

‘I’m newly single and I love it.’ That phrase replayed in her head over and over again. She and her now ex boyfriend had parted ways a few days ago. Red didn’t wanna be near him but they had to keep up appearances. They were friends after all. They didn’t want people to question why they were avoiding each other. So when Mokey had found her and asked if she wanted to come get the postcard with the group, she forced a smile and nodded. His eyes met hers they broke contact and red glanced at the floor. ‘I don’t know if I can do this much longer.’ She thought. She felt tears but bit her lip and blinked until they were gone. Mokey gazed at her.

“Are you Alright?” Her voice was soft. Red nodded

“Yeah I’m fine.”

“You seem sad.”

“I’m seriously okay Mokes.” Mokey nodded.

“If you say so. I’m just getting bad vibes.”

“I’m not sure why you’d be getting bad vibes Im fine!” Mokey sighed. She and Wembley exchanged a look. Red knew Wembley was worried too but, her relationship had been a secret. They weren’t sure how their friends would have reacted so they kept it hidden. It was only a matter of time before they had gotten into an argument over it. Which of course had led to the breakup. She heard Wembley asking Gobo about her but he feigned ignorance.

“Are you sure you don’t know what’s up with her?”

“No, why would I? She doesn’t tell me anything.” A bold faced lie. Red scoffed lightly. The other three shot her a look. Mokey and Wembley then shot an accusatory glare at Gobo. “What? I told you I had nothing to do with it!” He looked at her. “Right red?” Red huffed and nodded.

“Guys for real I’m Just brooding.” The two walked ahead leaving Wembley and Mokey who glanced at each other.

“Im not sure I believe them.” Wembley muttered. Mokey nodded.

“Something is definitely up.”

*later*

The water was cold. It was March so red assumed it would be. But not this cold. But, she submerged herself completely. She held her breath as long as she could and let herself float aimlessly under the water. When she came up for air she heard some sort of commotion. She rolled her eyes and went back under. When she had inevitably decided to see what all the fuss was about she was greeted by Boober.

“Red! Gobos going to teach us all to become explorers!” Her heart fluttered slightly. She felt proud of him.

‘No he’s your ex boyfriend. You will not be happy for him after the way things ended.’ Mokey had said something but red wasn’t actually listening. She chuckled. “Oh that’ll be the day! Gobo can’t even teach himself how to whistle!” His eyes widened. He had replied to her but red only heard her heartbeat in her ears. They hadn’t been this close since the break up. He tried and failed. Although it sounded fake she laughed as hard as she could. After announcing where they would be traveling too, Boober had pretty much roped everyone into laundry school leaving only four of them. Red didn’t want to go but she had to prove a point. He had given them hats and helped them with their bags. When gobo had helped her, their hands brushed together lightly. They flung their arms apart as if the touch had burned. The hat she was given was too big, red just assumed he did this on purpose. But she was getting pretty sick of those stupid rules. Poor Wembley had fainted from dehydration and he didn’t seem to care. Red was fuming. She took Wembley and Mokey back with her.

“Yeah, Yeah I guess It does take a certain kind of fraggle to follow these rules.” He yelled down.

“Yeah! One who can’t even teach himself how to whistle!” She shot back.

“Is that so?” He was silent for a moment. “You could prolly still get into Boobers school of laundry Red, I think it’s more your speed!” Her face reddened.

“You should stick those stupid rules back in uncle Matt’s sock box where they belong!” She was fuming her hands were shaking tears welled up in her eyes. She blinked them back. “He’s old enough to take care of himself. Let’s go down to the hill and get a drink!” Mokey pointed to the knot still tied around her.

“The last fraggle In the world Id wanna be tied to is Gobo!” She spat venom in her voice, and it was just her luck, the knot wasn’t coming untied. She felt herself be pulled backwards and she fell. She landed on her bag. Her head hurt and her ears were ringing. It was only fair that she was also stuck on a tiny ledge half way to who knows where with her ex. She silently cursed as she stood. As they awkwardly conversed red felt that butterfly feeling when they locked eyes. He was muttering something about the stupid rules and Red had turned away and she heard him whistle and the sound of falling paper. He had an Idea. She gazed In confusion as he mad what he referred to as a parachute. His uncle had written to him about it. Red rolled her eyes. ‘Guess I have to humor him if I want to live.’ Once he had finished he motioned for her to join him. She sighed and stood beside him, instinctively wrapping her arm around him, he did the same. His body was warm but then again hers probably was too. It was getting kinda warm up there. Red felt kind of sick. “This is the weirdest looking thing I’ve ever seen! It’ll never work.”

“It should work Red I’ve thought it out.” His tone was stern. “It’ll work! Well maybe.” After he said that She felt a lump in her throat.

“But what if it doesn’t.” Her voice shook more with each word.

“We’ll drop like a stone.” His tone was grim. Her eyes widened.

“But even if it does work, we’ll end up…”

“Who knows where.” They said it together. She turned to him. There eyes met. They were silent.

“It’s been good knowing ya Red.” She wanted to tell him she was sorry, but, the timing felt off. So she instead leaned into him. Next thing she knew they had jumped. His so called parachute was working. As they descended red began to recognize where they were going. Once they had landed they were swarmed with Fraggles. Their friends front and center. Red smiled at him as he spoke to Wembley. But red once again could only hear her heartbeat In his ears

‘wait can’t he whistle now?’ She thought. So she told the others and just hoped he could. An all too familiar tune came out of his lips. Red felt proud of him. Her smile wide. ‘But he’s your ex.’ Her brain repeated the reminder as Boober continued his classes. Red wandered off stating she needed to rest after all the excitement. She sat down on her hammock. “Oh lanford, you would not believe what happened to me today.” The plant tilted his head at her. “I was stuck on a tiny ledge with Gobo of all Fraggles. It was not enjoyable. Especially with all the tension between us right now. I thought I had moved on. Guess three days isn’t enough time Is it?”

“Red? You in here?” She gasped and hid. Gobo walked in. “Funny I thought I heard her voice in here.” Lanford tilted his head toward where Red had hidden.

“Traitor!” She hisses.

“Red?” He was stood in front of her.

“And to what do I owe the pleasure?” Her tone was sarcastic.

“I’m sorry.” He paused. “Not just for today, but, for everything Red.” She looked up at him.

“While I appreciate It greatly. I don’t need your dumb apologies.” He sighed.

“Worth a shot.” He shrugged. Her heart pounded.

‘Oh what the heck’ she muttered. She caught up to him and grabbed his arm. “I-Im Sorry too.” He glanced at her “I also said something’s that I regret. But, I know I’m not gonna regret this.” She cupped his face and kissed him gently. His lips were chapped. Red made a mental note to get something for that from Mokey. When she went to pull back it finally registered In Gobos head what was happening and he grabbed her around the waist pulling her back In. When they parted he pressed his forehead to hers.

“Can we give the dating thing another shot?” Red nodded.

“I’d. Like that a lot.”

Once Wembley had been told the full story the way they acted had made a lot more sense, But he was glad that they were able to fix things. He wasnt sure he could handle the pressure.

#fraggle rock #twaig fraggle #twaigs writing #robo tag #if youre reading this i love you and im sorry

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littlethingwithfeathers · 5 years

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Writing Update: 1-14-19

Publishing Now!

A Room for Rent in the Fourth Estate: My Darcy/Venom/Eddie fic, which clocks in at just over 37k. I’m excited to finally start sharing this one. You can read a short excerpt from the first chapter below!

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“Hey Dr. C! It’s Darcy.”

“Hey Darcy! How’s the superhero life treating you?”

“Oh, it’s the usual. The scientists don’t ever remember to sleep or eat. And Captain America strutting around in muscle shirts keeps me from remembering how to do things like breathe and walk in a straight line. But y'know. Eating regular. Living indoors. Living the Millennial dream.”

“Living most anybody’s dream more like.” her advisor replied, a smug smile in his voice.

“Yeah well.” Darcy gave a sheepish shrug even though Dr. Carpenter couldn’t see her. “So about that intern credit. I thought I had that covered. That’s how I wound up on Dr. Foster’s traveling circus in the first place.”

“I know but the new regs for graduation say that it has to actually be in your field, and ideally relevant to your thesis. Not sure I can spin an internship with a theoretical physicist into political science gold.”

Darcy groaned and buried her face in her hands. “You know that internship nearly got me killed right? Like… Multiple times?”

“Yeah, but I also know that it’s got you living rent free in the Avengers facility in upstate New York where Captain America struts around in a muscle shirt. So… no sympathy.”

Darcy snorted against the rim of her coffee mug. “Fair enough.”

“Besides,after last time, I wanted to find you something good.”

“Yeah?”

“So… Just hear me out on this. You know I went to undergrad here at Culver.”

“Uh huh?”

“You know who else went to Culver for undergrad? Who’s a journalist covering human rights issues, and was one of my classmates?”

“Who?”

“Eddie Brock.”

She sat up straight on that one, like she’d just applied her own taser to the base of her spine. “Eddie Brock? Like… “The Brock Report” Eddie Brock? THE Eddie Brock?”

“The very same. He’s doing print stuff these days, and he’s chasing a story involving military recruitment practices. And I found out just the other day that he’s looking for an intern.”

“No shit.”

“Yep. With your focus on recruitment demographics, military policy and so forth, I thought you might be a good fit to help him.”

“You want me to go intern for Eddie Brock.” The disbelief was thick on her voice.

“No. Eddie Brock wants you to intern for him. I just want you to graduate and get the hell out of my hair.” Dr. Carpenter sniped cheerily. “I sent him your thesis and he was all about it.”

There was a beat of utterly pulverized dead silence. “You’re kidding.”

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Coming soon!

The Night the Wall Came Down: Next up in my Friendship is Unnecessary series. It’s a Steve/Natasha fic set about a month post Infinity War. The rough draft is finished, clocking in at 7k. Definitely will be a sad one… I’m actually using this as a mourning piece for myself. Both for Infinity War, for what might be coming in Avengers: Endgame, and for the end of season 5 of Agents of SHIELD. My beta reader @kaminaduck pointed out that the opening chapter is no longer canon compliant because of the Endgame trailer, so I’ve got to go back and do major surgery on the opening. So this one might get delayed... I might even delay it until I finish “An Echo in my Soul” and until the next Endgame trailer comes out, just to make sure.

An Echo in my Soul: Another installment for “Friendship is Unnecessary.” Bucky/Natasha, set post Civil War. This one is starting to take shape in the shadow of the Christmas fic “Cold Making Warmth.” I reference some things… imply some things have happened… especially between Natasha and Bucky and I think this is where I will make those things happen. Their relationship deserves some exploration. It’s currently clocking in around 2.5k, and that’s just some patchwork dialogue and such. It’s starting to fill in and I imagine it will be like the rest of the oneshots in this series which are between 5 and 7k.

Hang By Every Word: The outline for my Stucky fic is still coming along but it will be awhile yet before I start writing on it in earnest. Now that “Fourth Estate” is finished and publishing, I’m ready to start picking at a new bigger fic. The basic theme (and I’m sure this has been done, but fuck it) is the undoing of Bucky’s conditioning one trigger word at a time. And each trigger word locked down a memory of Steve. So I have to write things from Steve’s point of view, and all ten memories have to be written from Bucky’s point of view, and they have to tie together into a cohesive narrative but the memories are out of order, but Steve’s time line isn’t and… It’s… a challenge. Both to my skill as a writer and to my creativity.

Untitled Loki/Darcy fic: I’ve had several requests for more from “The Rain’ll Be Gone in the Morning.” And while I had intended it to be a stand alone, there is room to explore the vulnerability I introduced in the fic… and the giftee of that fic in particular has been asking. So that’s churning away in my brain pan. No promises… but we’ll see.

Other “Friendship is Unnecessary” fics in the planning stages:

Sweet and Honorable: Bucky insists on coming with Steve and Natasha to rescue Sam Wilson. Set post Civil War.

Rusalka: Steve/Natasha set sometime before Civil War. Natasha takes Steve as her +1 to a Stark gala.

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What Did I Miss?

Character: Newt Scamander

Prompt: Part 2 of “Love Like You” http://ofnifflersandkings.tumblr.com/post/155910019902/love-like-you

A/n: oH MY GOD THIS TOOK SO LONG TO FUCKING GET DONE AND IM SO SORRY BUT I JUST COULDN’T GET THE ENDING RIGHT BUT I FINALLY FOUND A SCENARIO THAT WORKS.

ALSO THIS IS SO GOD DAMN LONG SO I HAD TO CUT OUT CERTAIN BITS TO AVOID A RIDICULOUS AMOUNT OF WORDS SO YEAH I CUT SOME PARTS.

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Tina turned back to you as saw you still standing there looking like you were about to faint as your eyes turned hazey and your expression dazed. “She’s had a lot of her memory wiped, I doubt she’ll be able to stand much longer.”

Newt quickly turns around and as if on cue you stumble a little off to the side. He drew up his umbrella again and ran over to you, catching you in the knick of time before you unconsciously fall onto the hard pavement.

Queenie immediately flocks over with her own wand to cover the both of you while Newt pulled you into his arms. “Can we go back to yours?” He asked.

Without so much as a beat she nods. “Course.”

“What’s the plan?” Tina inquires once you all gathered in the Goldstein living room, you still unconscious and lying on the sofa.

Newt was clearly in an immense amount of distraught since he looked over to you every minute or so. “I don’t know.” He said sadly, looking down at his hands, specifically to the golden band around his ring finger. “I could try to make a serum to reverse the effects of the venom but that could take weeks and even then I don’t know the extent of what it could do. For all I know I could do more damage.”

“I’m sure all of us could figure it out.” Tina said with confidence. “It’s my fault she was out there on her own in the first place.”

Newt looks up at her and shakes his head. “You couldn’t have known, I should have suspected she wouldn’t listen to me.” He said casting a glance to you again with a sad smile. “It certainly wouldn’t be the first time.”

“We’ll have to be very discreet about this, Madame President doesn’t know Jacob hasn’t been obliviated yet.” Tina said with great caution as she turned to her No-Maj friend.

Queenie visibly tensed and grabbed onto Jacob’s arm in an absentminded act of protection. “We can’t yet, he can help us.”

Tina hummed, nodding to her request. “Newt was supposed to board the first ship out of the country so he can’t go out on the street either.”

“Well I think there’s a simple solution to that.” Jacob said referring to Newt’s case.

“But would it be too noticeable? Sure it’s just a brown case but it’s built up quite the reputation now.” Tima said, always the voice of logic.

“Well they don’t know about the switch that changes the exterior of the case, I put it there since I travel through a lot of muggle customs checks.” Newt explained.

“Well then, there’s that problem solved.” Jacob concluded though he felt as out of his depth as ever. “I dunno how much help I’ll be but I’m here if you need me.”

Jacob had become rather attached to you since throughout all the mess of magic and wizardry you were always there to offer him explanations with patience and an understanding of what he was going through.

Newt smiler greatfully at him. “Thank you, Jacob.”

“I suppose we should get to work.” Tina said, rolling up the sleeves of her white blouse.

Newt looked back to you, seemingly hesitant to let you out of his sight.

Queenie, sensing his troubles, placed a hand on his shoulder. “Don’t you worry, sugar. I’ll take care of her.” She said assuringly.

Newt placed his own hand on hers for a brief moment before nodding and standing from his chair.

“I don’t how many books we have on memory charms but I can always run to the library or search in the archives of MACUSA.” Tina said as she started rumaging through all the books she could get her hands on.

Newt placed his case on the floor, undoing the latches and stepping inside, Jacob standing not far behind, waiting to follow him. Once the two of them disappeared the case sprang from the floor and snapped shut before returning to it’s place.

Queenie took a tea towel and ran it under some warm water, wringing it out and gently moving a chair next to where you laid still unconscious and placed the towel over your forehead. She placed her hand in yours and focused on trying to read your thoughts for even the smallest recollection of your old memories.

The moment Newt set foot on the wooden floor of his shack he removed his coat and rolled up his sleeves as he began scanning through the herbs that lined the walls above his desk.

Jacob made himself useful as well, scanning around the shack and picking up whatever book or foreign object he found lying around that looked useful.

“Hand me that blue jar on the third shelf.” Newt said, keeping his eyes focused on the potion he was trying to make but still pointed Jacob in direction of the shelf he was referring to.

Jacob did as told, scanning until his eyes landed on the blue jar, taking it from it’s place and reading the hand written label. “Baneberries?”

“That’s the one.” He said turning and taking the jar from him, immediately returning to his task without much other words being exchanged unless he asked for something else.

This gave Jacob plenty of time to observe his friend at work while he stood off to the side, trying his best to stay out of the way so as not to disrupt Newt’s train of thought. But it was as if Jacob could plainly see the shifting gears in Newt’s head and the steam pour out of his ears.

The only sounds one could hear is that of soft and muffled crushing of herbs and small clinks and snaps as he opened bottles and containers.

Not much had changed upstairs either. Tina stood in the middle of living room, hand promptly placed on her hip as a plethora of books flew past her in her circle. Her wand was perched in her dominant hand to orchestrate which books would appear to infront of her, then her eyes would scan the pages at record speed before flying off once she deemed them useless.

You could always tell whenever a book provided no help because she would let out a low noise of disapproval and swish her wand sharply to send it away.

Queenie’s task wasn’t all that demanding but she kept a tentative eye on you and rewet the tea towel whenever she could tell it had dried out, knowing how much strain it must be having on your head to have years of memories and thoughts erased. She hummed softly as she went along, hoping it was soothing you in some way.

Every time she tried to enter your subconscious and dissect whatever remained, she could only find small bits of information. Like the names of your childhood friends and pets, or the titles of your favorite books. But the rest just sort of fazed out in an endless stream that all seemed to flow without rhythm or reason, a collage of random moments that she couldn’t decipher.

Your mind was desperately trying to figure out what was happening and where it was, unlike the other Muggles who only had mere days or even hours removed, entire sections of your life had disappeared without a trace and you were in a bit of frenzy at the moment, which Queenie suspected lead to your unconsciousness.

And that’s where the entire team remained for the next four days, endlessly trying to pull you back from the brink only to be disappointed when you either remainded motionless, or you would have spasms that lead to Tina having to restrain you till it subsided.

Everyone could see the toll it was taking on Newt both mentally and physically. His expression was one of pure anguish, and his eyes shone only with sadness and what seemed like a permanent sheen, like he was trying to hold back tears everytime you looked into them. During the nights whenever the rest of the team physically dragged him away from the work table, he slept on the armchair next to you, uncomfortable for his tall form, but it was the only way he agreed to sleep, so they let it slip.

Then one day, everyone was in the usual routine they had built for themselves, although Queenie was currently in the spare room trying to find a warmer blanket for you since the aparment had been especially cold that morning.

You don’t remember the exact moment, but you do distinctly remember the sharp pain in your left temple whenever your eyes fluttered open, taking awhile to adjust to the light after so many days of darkness, but you saw the exterior of an unfamiliar apartment that caused you sit up slowly and look around.

Tina, whose back was facing you, didn’t notice whenever you looked at her with a puzzled expression as you hopelessly tried to name her but more so in utter shock as you noticed the books flew around her form.

Queenie then walked back into the room, a brown blanket draped over her arm, her eyes immediately fell onto you and she let out a high pitched yelp as she jumped backwards, clearly surprised by you being awake.

Tina whirled around, books immediately cascading onto the carpeted floor as she drew her wand in a defensive position, ready to attack, however her stance dropped upon seeing you, her gaze even softened.

The two sisters exchanged a look of panic, mentally trying to scope out a plan.

“Where?…” You said with a croaky voice as you struggled to construct sentences. “Where am I?”

Queenie’s shoulders tensed as all the panicked and scared thoughts poured into your head. She smiled as nurturingly as she could manage and moved to crouch on the floor in front of you. “Heya sweetie.” Queenie practically sang as she tried to ease your confusion. “You probably can’t remember everything right now but you were walking across the road in Central Park whenever you ran into an oncoming biker, the two of ya crashed and you hit your head on the pavement.”

Your brows were tightly knitted together as you took in what she was saying, starting to remember the last place you were being outside, and a lot of people talking, a crash was definitely in there somewhere too.

You looked up at the lady, taking in the sight of fluffy golden curls that framed her pretty face as she looked at you with what you could only describe as deep concern. For some reason your eyes fixated on her curls, something you couldn’t entirely explain but the sight of them was familiar and strangley comforting at the moment.

“And you are?” You asked, still unsure of her identity even if you believed what she was telling you.

“Oh my name’s Quinzel and this is my sister, Petunia.” Queenie introduced, and when Tina raised an eyebrow in question, Queenie only gave her a look that pointedly told her to go along with it.

Not being able to question, Tina introduced herself promptly and excused the two of them into the spare bedroom, taking Newt’s case with them.

Once in the clear they quickly opened the case and hopped inside, nearly falling off the ladder as they eagerly tried to get to the boys.

“She’s awake!” Queenie shouted after falling onto the wooden floor of the shack.

Newt smacked his head off the bottom of the desk as he tried to stand up quickly, momentarily forgetting he had crouched under his desk to get a tool he had dropped.

“What do you mean?” Newt asked with a wince as he held his head.

“She means what she said! (Y/n)’s awake, eyes open and talking, the whole nine yards.” Tina said with an obvious jitter to her tone, clearly panicked.

Queenie soothed her sister while she explained what happened. “I didn’t tell her our real names since I figured we could tell whenever she got her memories back once she stopped using the fake ones.”

Newt’s ears perked up. “That’s a rather clever idea.”

Queenie visibly beamed, smiling happily. “Thank you.” Then her eyes went wide in realization as she took something from her pocket. “I managed to get this off of her before she woke up, thought it would be more hard to explain if she saw it on her.” Queenie said, careful placing your ring into his palm.

Newt’s eyes glanced at the ring, quickly enclosing his hand around it tightly before putting it safely into his waistcoat pocket, fearing that if he stared at it longer he’d tear up again. “Thank you.” He managed to say softly before clearing his throat and looking up at the rest of them.

“I’m not entirely sure how well this work out, but I suppose we just keep trying until it works.” Newt said, taking one of the many glass viles he had lying around and filling it with the shiny blue potion.

“Pour some of that into her tea whenever you get the chance and then we’ll go from there.” Newt instructed, giving the vile to Queenie.

And so they did, monitoring your reactions as they tried various methods and modifications to try and jog the memories back into your head.

Newt didn’t want to see you at first, insisting that it would be better if the others took of you while he worked, knowing you would serve as a distraction. Besides once he laid eyes upon you being up and well, he’d want to pull you into a hug and sob, but such an act would be inappropriate at the moment.

However, when it was well into the night and everyone had gone to bed, Newt peaked from out of his case to make sure you were fast asleep before he quietly took a seat in the armchair and continued his work, but your presence put him at ease.

But once the sunbeams started to drift through the lace curtains and illustrate patterns on the wooden floors, Newt packed up his notebook and quickly slipped back away before anyone saw him.

You woke up an hour or so after that, giving yourself a few more moments of shut eye before you sat up and pushed the blankets off of you.

After several yawns, you pushed back your hair and tiredly stared at the ground as your eyes adjust to the light.

Slowly, your eyes began to scan the intricate pattern on the carpet whenever you noticed a lump of yellow fabric on the floor. You tilted your head to the side, reaching out to grab it.

Upon inspection you found a collection of brass colored buttons along the one side and concluded it was a waistcoat. You held it out infront of you, not being able to shake the feeling like you recognized the article clothing, but this particular shade of yellow stood out.

You turned it over to observe it at a new angle, but whenever you did you saw something shiny fly out from the pocket and land on the carpet with a soft thump.

Immediately, you cast your eyes to floor and saw a ring brightly standing amoung the darker carpet. You gently picked it up and held it with your thumb and forefinger to observe it closely. The band was golden and there was only a simple circular shaped stone in the center, the only real design was the vine that had been carved around the band.

You watched as the light reflected off the stone and create small prisms of color, you found yourself looking on confused again.

Queenie emerged from her bedroom, dressed and with a small grin on her face whenever she saw you up. “G'morning, sweetie.” She said in her usual chipper tone.

“Morning, Queenie.” You said, although it was clear you were distracted by something else.

Queenie made to move to the kitchen whenever she stopped dead in her track and whirled around so face you thought you could feel the gush of wind.

“What did you say?” She said, taking a step toward you with her hand held out in caution.

You looked up at her and raised a quizzical brow. “Morning?”

“No, No.” She said, shaking her hand. “After that.”

“I said Queenie.” You reminded her, though you paused afterwards and your brows knitted together. “Have I missed something?”

Queenie squealed happily, diving straight into your surprised arms as she held you close. “You’re back!”

“Did I go somewhere?” You asked whenever she pulled back, and all you could see was the huge smile plasted across her face.

“I got to wake Teenie!” She cried as she went boundig back into the hallway.

You stood up from the couch, noticing how dizzy you felt upon standing, like you had been resting for days. You took your coat from the armchair and placed your arms through it, noticing how cold it was.

Newt peaked through the opening of his case, having been able to hear the cries and footsteps from his case, went to see what was happening upstairs.

He climbed out and snapped the case shut, catching your attention. You turned around and met his gaze before you smiled at him. “Morning, Newt.”

He about had a heart attack when you said his name, and he quickly noticed your ring back on your finger before he smiled at you warmly.

Before you could get out a question of how he had slept, you were instantly wrapped up in his tight embrace. You returned it without question, but you pulled back and looked up at him.

“Really though, Queenie did this just a moment ago, have I missed something?” You asked him, noticing the doey eyed look he was giving you.

Newt shook his head wordlessly and placed his lips on yours.

This only caused more questions to form in your head, especially whenever it lasted much longer than his kisses usually did.

Queenie and Tina came tumbling back into the room, smiling at the sight of the two of you. You took notice of them and placed your hand on Newt’s chest to physically pull him away from you, but even after he moved his head forward so as to continue kissing you.

Jacob was the next to arrive from the spare room, still hazy eyed and looking around curiously. “What’s happening?” Then his eyes fell upon Newt practically clinging to you before it all came together for him and he got a bright look on his face.

“Can someone please tell me what I missed?” You asked with a breathless laugh as Newt nuzzled his face into your neck.

“Nothing you need to worry about now.” He told you with great affection, basking in your presence.

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