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sleep-can-wait · 6 months

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I Tried To Sweep You Off Your Feet (Only To Find That You've Swept Me Off Mine)

-For the Halloween Special/Event-

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“You know what? I hate dancing.” Aiden had to bite his tongue to stop his disappointment from showing up on his face at Aru’s words.

“Okay . . . ? Well, if you change your mind, that’s where I’ll be,” He said, tapping his camera. “I told Hanuman I’d get some shots for the Council’s newsletter. Mini, wanna come?” He turned his hopeful gaze towards the daughter of death.

“Fine, but I don’t like dancing, or being within coughing distance of people.”

Internally, Aiden let out a huge sigh, he definitely didn’t want to be alone in the middle of a bunch of couples awkwardly sashaying across the floor. “Noted.”

“To the food we go!” Brynne cried out her rallying call, before dragging Aru off to the tables piled high with delicacies, her cape swishing behind her. He swiveled his gaze back to the dance floor and hefted Shadowfax up.

As soon as they reached what he deemed a suitable distance into the room, he started clicking pictures left and right. The Seasons really did go all out for this; with ice sheathing the floor in a crystal case, replacing the grass that usually stood there in the training area; immaculate ice skeletons swayed their hip bones in rhythm to the Macarena off to the side; the Moon spun in the middle of the sky like a disco ball, splatting beams of light here and there making the arena shimmer in its grandeur; the blue masterpiece was gilded with a ring of thick, green vines that also crisscrossed into a dome above the arena, tinting it a shade of lime with blips of pink radiating off the flowers that were embedded in the stems.

Aiden made sure to snap a dozen photos of his green-blue surroundings before turning to the not-so-natural part of the effect.

On one side he saw Brynne spooning random food items from the banquet table into Aru’s mouth, the latter’s face scrunched up in concentration. He coughed to hide a snort and quickly clicked a picture. On the other side was where the stalls were set up and if an Otherworldly citizen happened to stray too close, they were immediately roped in by the vendors. Fountains that leaped in a foamy dance stood on either side of the swirling portals that were the doorway to the Night Bazaar. And in the center of it all was a banner that said: ENJOY THIS BRIEF RESPITE FROM YOUR CRUSHING MORTALITY.

He also took a few shots of the Otherworld’s citizens swaying together, but it was a pretty unpleasant sight to look at as they awkwardly shuffled across the dance floor, so he kept it to a minimum. Mini sighed next to him, and Aiden startled, being so caught up in the scenery he forgot he wasn’t alone.

“You okay?”

“Yeah, but it’s getting kinda hot.” She said, fanning herself and immediately paling. “Oh no, what if I get dehydrated? This is a serious—”

“It’s no biggie.” He interrupted her from venting about how water loss equals death. “I saw a bowl of punch on one of the tables over there.” Aiden vaguely pointed in the distance. Immediately Mini was off to make sure she stayed alive, leaving him in the swarming crowd.

“Well . . .” He sighed. “I guess I’m on my own. Again.”

Aiden had been wandering through the crowd of strangers and gently rejecting requests to dance when he saw Aru doing the same, looking just as lost as he was. Instantly he was filled with relief and walked up to her.

“Shah?” Her face snapped to his. “I thought you didn’t dance?”

“Yeah, well, you . . .” She looked dazed and he raised his eyebrows in confusion. “You looked like you needed rescuing.” She finally said, and he couldn’t help but laugh at how true that was.

“Fair enough. Want to dance?” He held out his hand. “My mom taught me to waltz, none of that weird side-to-side sway thing.”

“I can’t waltz,” said Aru.

“I’ll show you.” He held his breath, and along with him, everyone else. It seemed she was too. She placed her palm in his and lightning shot through his veins. He could feel a pounding in his ears and blood rushed to his cheeks and warmed his face, clashing with how cold his feet were. Unintentionally he shuddered and his eyes locked on her hand. She took a deep breath and he braced himself for the answer . . .

And the music changed.

Aiden felt himself emotionally deflate.

“Oh well,” said Aru, shrugging her shoulders.

“Yeah,” he said, feeling lost again, but for an entirely different reason this time, one he couldn’t place his finger on. ‘Oh well indeed.’ He shook himself and smiled. “Another time?” Aru looked shocked, but then her lips turned up.

“I’d like that.”

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“So . . . what do you think?” Aru smoothed out the fabric of her Scream costume and lifted the mask of that ghoul dude off of her face. Aiden took a moment to calm his racing heart from when Aru had, moments prior, snuck up on him and yelled ‘BOO!’ in his ear. Yes, he had screamed, and no, the irony was not lost on him.

“I think that I hate you and that at least it’s not as bad as last year’s costume.” That earned him a scowl. Last Halloween, Aru had decided to don Winnie’s outfit from Hocus Pocus, and that had gone as well as you would expect.

“Yeah, well, there is no way in hell I’m going to humiliate myself like that again.”

“Still salty, Buckteeth?”

“Whatever, Mr. I’m-Too-Lazy-To-Dress-Up. What even are you this time? Incognito Clark Kent?”

“Incognito Bruce Wayne.” He corrected. Aru looked unimpressed.

“Brynne still not here?” Aiden checked his phone and shook his head.

“Mini got stung by a bee while our Bee was picking her up, so they’ll probably be in the ER for a while.” She sighed.

“I’m going to grab a slice of cake. You take pictures for that newspaper thing.”

“Newsletter. And get me a piece!” He called after her retreating form before taking in his surroundings to get the best lighting.

This time, Uloopi had offered to set up the arena for this year’s Halloween party, and as such the theme was snakes. The creatures writhed up pillars that scattered across the floor emitting hisses into the air in a strange cacophony. The tiles also depicted the slithering serpents that seemed to move beneath his feet, making Aiden feel as if he were about to topple over any minute. Green glints of light flashed from well-hidden cracks shining on random objects illuminating even more snakes hidden around the entire rink. He shivered in disgust thinking about how there were probably thousands of snakes probably near him right now. At least there was no banner this time with another depreciating message. Aiden wouldn’t know what to feel if there was a large flag with the words: STAY SNAKEY! on it.

This time, the partygoers mostly consisted of nagas. Not surprising considering their queen was hosting the celebration now. He crossed his fingers that Rudy wouldn’t come because it messed with his vibe or hair or something. The nagas and naginis swirled around each other in a strange dance that made him dizzy just looking at it.

Aiden fought down another shiver as ice crawled up his spine and gulped in some air before lifting up Shadowfax to take a few pictures . . . and he heard a snake hiss right in his ear.

He screamed (yes, again) and zipped towards the banquet table, placed where it always was. There, he bumped into Aru, who was just about to bite into a tiramisu before he accidentally ran into her and knocked it out of her hands.

“Hey! I was just about to– woah, Wifey, you good? You look really pale.” Her hands shot out to steady him, resting on his shoulders to calm his shaking.

“So,” he panted. “Many,” he gasped. “Snakes.” He wheezed.

“Hmmm, yeah. They really went all out, huh?” All Aiden could do was nod as he desperately tried to catch his breath.

“Well, not to worry. I’ll be your night in shining armor. Unless you prefer a Prince Charming.” Aru winked. That finally got him to laugh, and help to feel less terrified.

“Thank you, Aru,” said Aiden, looking her straight in the eye. A hint of red coated her cheeks and she snatched her hands away from his shoulders, leaving them cold. Even though she looked flustered, she still managed a smirk.

“No problem, Princess.” Aiden snorted before side-eyeing the crowd and then swiveling his gaze back to her. He jabbed a thumb in their direction.

“Want me to finally teach you how to waltz? I’m not exactly sure what choreography they’re doing, but the tempo of the music is slow enough.”

She hesitated, putting pressure on one foot, then the other, and inhaling deeply.

“Alright, but you owe me a tiramisu.” He rolled his eyes.

“I’m pretty sure you owe me the tiramisu since I’m the one teaching you how to dance, Snob.” Aru scoffed.

“Yeah? Who’s not to say I won’t teach you how to waltz, Troll?!” He looked at her blankly.

“What?”

“Watch me.” She said, menacingly. He laughed and just as she was about to grab his hand and prove him wrong, there was an explosion.

Mini and Brynne ran straight at them, grabbed their arms, and dragged them away.

“I’m sorry!” Brynne yelled over the commotion. “They followed us!” Aiden cursed and turned Shadowfax, which was slung around his shoulder, into a watch, before flicking out his scimitars.

“If I survive this,” he muttered. “I am so quitting newsletter duty.”

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Aiden bit his lip and glanced at Aru before quickly gazing somewhere, anywhere else. No, he assured himself once again. I don’t love her. I don’t love anyone.

He tugged the hood on his hoodie down and tried to distract himself. Aiden wished he had never come to the celebration. Kubera had said he had taken the chance to set up this party as a way of apologizing. In reality, he just wanted to show off how money can buy happiness. Or was it all that glitters is gold? The incorrect idiom was lost on him.

The floor was plated in gold etched with skulls. Skeletons masked in the same metal posed randomly, showing off their femurs and diamond-encrusted sockets. Gold pumpkins scattered the corner floor with emerald and jade leaves entwining out of the fruit. Aquamarine ghosts flitted between ruby pillars, bathing everything in blood. Silver knives danced above them, flashing extremely close to an amethyst werewolf that howled in return. Worse still, sapphire mongooses infested the floor, chittering away at all the guests and snapping at their heels while simultaneously riding spiders with reigns and everything as if it were a horse. Add that to a list of things Aiden never wanted to see again, along with his looming death.

Golden statues depicting gruesome images of people getting killed studded the hall. Stabbed, poisoned, strangled. Absently, Aiden wondered if one of those scenes would be the way he would go. But the cherry on top was the ginormous sculpture of Kubera himself leaning on his shiny elbows and stomach on top of the buffet table and holding up a flag saying: WELCOME, PEASANTS. At least no snakes this time. He shivered anyway.

All the glitter was making his head spin, There was so much death everywhere.

‘Aiden Acharya . . .’

“Stop,” he croaked. “Please stop.”

“Aiden?” He jumped and whirled around to see Kara standing in front of him.

“Oh, it’s . . . hi.”

“Expecting someone?”

“Mongooses are vicious biters. I do not want to experience that again.” He rubbed the spot on his ankle where the jewel animal had decided to show its displeasure in him a few moments earlier. She laughed.

“Nice outfit by the way.” Aiden looked down at his hoodie, jeans, and sneakers, then back at her again.

“Half of genius is efficiency?” She asked, looking guilty as she repeated his exact words from two years ago. He raised his eyebrows, but that still didn’t stop the laughter that bubbled up in his throat.

“Well said.” He smiled. “You look really nice as well.” It was true. She was wearing a full-sleeved, knee-length dress that sparkled with purple glitter. Its edges were ragged with haphazard cuts and had a cross-section of spiderwebs fit in a blouse thrown on top. She pulled it together with a brown belt, purple and white stockings, and a lopsided witch’s hat. “You make an intimidating witch.” Kara blushed.

“Thanks,” she said, fidgeting with the ends of her skirt, before smirking. “Not too intimidating though, I hope.” She nudged him playfully. Aiden chuckled.

“That won’t be a problem.”

“I wouldn’t be so sure, Wifey. I’ve been taking notes from Aru.” At the mention of her name, his head once again turned towards her. This time, she had decided pirates were her calling and had worn the outfit of the legendary Jack Sparrow. She had nailed it from the leather vest that covered the puffy white shirt and the ridiculous amount of belts to the brown cut-off trousers and knee-length clunky boots, to the beads strung through her hair, smoky eyeliner, and bandanna which was covered by a large pirate’s hat, which she now tipped as she bowed to Mini, who just so happened to be dressed in the robes a queen.

Realizing he had been staring for a while at her, he snapped his attention back to Kara, who was looking at him curiously.

Before she could ask, however, the music switched from Shiny to Thriller. He made a face.

“Seriously?” But Kara clapped her hands in delight.

“O-o-o-oh I love this song!” She squealed. “I’m gonna join. Wanna come?” Aiden hid a grimace with a smile.

“Maybe later.” She nodded and scurried off, yelling a quick ‘Bye!’ over her shoulder. And then he was all alone with only dead shit for company. He slumped down on one of the golden chairs and buried his face in his hands. The pit in his stomach grew and he started shivering again. Why was it so hard to breathe all of a sudden? He swallowed and bile crept up his throat as his vision started to tunnel and— something gently nudged him in the hair. He looked up to see Aru in all her pirate glory standing in front of him.

She thrust a cup into his hands. “Drink this, it’ll help with the dizziness.” He swallowed the liquid, which he identified to be the way-too-blue punch being served. He stuck out his tongue.

“You need sugar, it’s probably running low in your body right now.” Said Aru, noting his scowl.

“Yeah, I . . . thank you.” He smiled gratefully at her.

‘The girl you love . . .’

He dropped his cup and Aru frowned.

“Are you really okay?”

“Yes, did Mini send you to do this?” He gestured towards the spill before picking it up. She handed him a napkin.

“No, I could see you looked ready to faint a mile away. Besides,” she smirked at him. “I’m your Prince Charming, aren’t I?” Aiden felt his cheeks burn.

“Why are you dressed as a pirate, then?” He countered, fanning his face mockingly. “You aren’t plotting to betray me, are you?

“Nonsense,” she winked. “I never abandon damsels in distress.”

“That I am.” Said Aiden, finally getting up. Sadly, it was true. Aru got up as well, just as the music slowed. Maybe this would finally be the time he could actually teach her to waltz. Something he owed her for a long, long time. Aiden finally looked her in the eye. “Would you . . .”

‘ . . . Will be the death of you.’

And everything crashed down as he staggered back.

“Seriously, are you—?” She reached for him but he looked away and her hands dropped to her sides.

“I’m fine.” He snapped and took a deep breath. “I should— I should go.” He couldn’t make himself look at her, didn’t want to see her hurt expression.

“Okay. I bid thee farewell, then?” He still didn’t meet her eyes or acknowledge her joke as he nodded and walked away.

“See you later, Aru.”

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Aiden was currently faceplanted on a table, chewing on his lip until it bled and occasionally spitting out a mouthful of tablecloth. Urvashi had made him stay up all night to help her plan and decorate for the Halloween party.

He sighed into the table. His masi had made it a masquerade, because of course. Everything seemed to be made out of crystals and screamed elegance. From the swirling columns of water to the multifaceted ground. In fact, it was set up slightly like a wedding - with a large seating area of two glass chairs each to a table covered in moonlight-spun cloth, and a ginormous dance floor.

Urvashi had also decided that instead of taking place in the Pandava’s training fields like usual, it was going to be created in the Court of the Skies, and every now and then, the make-shift floor (the apsara had insisted it be made so no one would have to wear those “preposterous cloud shoes”) would become see-through to show the world below and he’d get hit with a nauseating fear he was gonna fall. There were no typical Halloween decorations this time, which Aiden was very glad of that, unable to handle death at the moment.

He was half asleep when he felt someone blowing on his bangs. The warm air made him snap his head up in alarm, only to see Aru in front of him raising an eyebrow, before smirking.

“You’re awake early, I thought it’d take at least a hundred years for you to get up.” He glared up at her while also casually slipping his hand into hers.

“Shouldn’t you be off fighting dragons?” She shrugged her shoulders.

“What can I say?” She plopped down on the chair next to him. “Fire is bad for my health.” Aru side-eyed the crowd and then him. “Why are you here and not there.”

“Tired. I still have eighty-four years of rest to go.” She rolled her eyes and fiddled with a loose white thread of his sleeve.

Not wanting to face his aunt’s wrath, he had, for once, dressed up (Aru had been so shocked when she first saw him she’d tripped and fallen down the staircase) and was wearing a slightly oversized poofed-up white shirt with bishop sleeves and a turtleneck tucked into black trousers and a black masquerade mask with silver and gold etchings and dotted with pearls. Aru had decided to wear the same outfit as him except with a contrasting white mask with pale pink and blue markings and diamonds.

There had of course been the option to wear a ballgown as well - which Aiden would have rocked - but he had forgotten there was going to be a Halloween party this year and so there was no time. Aru had done Eenie Meenie Minie Mo and her finger had landed on the shirt so that was that.

Aiden was about to drop his head back into his arms when Me and the Devil started playing, and he couldn’t resist. It was so long overdue.

“Waltz with me?” She choked.

“You’re forgetting something.” He scrunched up his forehead in confusion because he could not, for the life of him, figure out what. Bribe her? Confess all his sins? (He didn’t do anything illegal, at least not yet) Recite the entirety of The Lord of the Rings? (Which, FYI, he could do perfectly)

Oh. Aiden grinned and brought her hand to his mouth and pressed his lips to her knuckles - sending thrills of nervous energy through his entire body - before gazing up at her. “How about now?” Aru’s eyes widened.

“That’s not— I didn’t mean— Okay.” She looked away, blushing furiously.

“Was that not what you meant?” He asked, puzzled.

“No.” She glared at the floor, still not letting go of his hand. “Just don’t ever do that again.” It was Aiden’s turn to smirk now.

“No way. I’ll kiss your hand when you wake up, when you eat, when you fight monsters, when you study, when you—”

“I will stomp on your feet.” She threatened. His grin only widened when he saw how flushed she had become.

“Then you’ll just have to carry me home. Bridal-style. I refuse to go firefighter position.”

“Whatever, Princess,” mumbled Aru, before tugging a laughing Aiden behind her to at least completely sweep him off his feet.

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The thing Aiden had forgotten was that Aru still didn’t know how to waltz, which he later finds out when they’re dancing, so an impromptu dance practice enfolds with Aiden completely leading the way, which Aru counters by dipping him at the end, which Aiden counters by kissing her, which Aru counters by almost dropping him. And then bop their heads to YMCA. The End :D

#aru shah #the pandava quintet #tpq #roshani chokshi #rick riordan presents #aiden acharya #aruden #aru x aiden #writers #aru shah halloween event

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cagenewman · 2 months

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MERROCK TASK #17 SPRING FORWARD

first things first: do you like spring? I do, I'm more of a fall guy, but I like spring well enough.

what is your favorite thing about spring? Getting back to work on projects we had to pause or hold off on due to the weather, and also getting new chickens.

what is your least favorite thing about spring? Pollen.

do you have a vegetable / produce / fruit garden? A very large one, yeah, can't wait to get into it.

how about flower beds, or things planted in the house? There are a lot of flower beds around the house, they just haven't been used in a while. Probably will be plants in the house, too, as long as we can negotiate a truce with Twix in regards to not eating them.

regardless of what you do or do not plant, are you good at growing plants? have a green thumb? Dad would disown me if I wasn't.

what's your favorite flower or plant? Butterfly milkweeds.

what's your favorite scent that you associate with spring? ... cow manure. Jokes aside, I like the way the earth smells right after it rains, that freshness.

is there a sound that you associate with spring time? Rain.

do you prefer sunny mornings or rainy afternoons? Sunny mornings.

favorite thing to do on a sunny, warm spring day? Go on a hike with Willie and Colton through the woods, looking for signs of life. Maybe spot some baby animals.

favorite thing to do on a rainy, chilly spring day? Indoor projects that have been put off a little too long, or just lounging on the couch with the family.

do you celebrate Easter? any traditions you follow for it? I do. Growing up, we did all of the traditional stuff -- the Saturday before, mom and dad took us to the Easter egg hunt, we'd get our pictures with the bunny and everything. Sunday morning, run downstairs to check the Easter baskets, go to church in our finest clothes, come home, meet up with the whole Newman clan for a dinner. It's more laidback now, but follows the same pattern.

regardless of if you do or don't: favorite Easter candy? Probably robin eggs, if I had to choose.

what other springtime holidays do you observe? My birthday is on St. Patrick's Day, so both of those. We have Irish in our blood, so I try to make the most of it and not deny my green beer heritage while also carving out time for myself.

favorite place in Merrock to visit in the springtime? Lake Malory.

the spring bugs are coming out: do you rescue them and let them out of the house, or grab the nearest shoe? It kind of depends on the bug, I'm going to kill ants and flies, but I'll let a spider go outside. If it's something that's going to damage the house, it's gone, though, I don't fuck around.

are you a big spring cleaner? I'm not a big cleaner, period. Just stay organized.

do you switch over your wardrobe from cold weather to warm weather clothes? Some, but a lot of my wardrobe stays the same: this is Maine, you never don't need a hoodie, or a stack of henleys, and I wear jeans all year long. But I do put away the heavier stuff, yeah. Mostly my work coats.

how about the house: does your decor change for the spring season? do you rearrange furniture? Considering we haven't moved into the house yet... not so much. But even when we were in the old one, nah. Fresh flowers, and Colton does drag me out to get some decorations, but it's not a huge change.

what color makes you think 'spring'? Robin egg blue.

describe your perfect spring outfit: Jeans, t-shirt, light jacket over top, the same work boots as always.

most adorable looking baby animal that you ever did see? I'm pretty fond of baby deer, but the baby chickens make a good argument when you first bring them home.

what's a drink that makes you think of spring? Energy drinks -- it's when we start really getting back to work and everyone needs that little extra dose, so.

how about a snack? Rice crispy treats.

#merrocktask

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writer1queenjaysblog · 1 year

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Night Raven College vs Royal Sword 3

The Welcome ball

Jada wakes up in a different room that was opposite of her old one. It was warm, clean, smells like flowers and sweets, perfume and nice.

Her bed was nice and beautiful Grim was at the end of her bed eating "Your up! The guys made breakfast for us!"

He said eating a muffin "I see I'm going to take a shower and get dressed ."

"That reminds me Neige and Philip told me to give you this."

She opened a box and she gasp smiling and got dressed up

A beautiful red dress from Neige

Shoes from her father Ambrose

And a beautiful necklace from Philp she smiled as she spun around in front of a big wall mirror 🪞. Grim's ribbon was pink and blue fused together "So this is what being in Royal Sword Academy!" He said happily as they went to eat breakfast.

The students saw how beautiful she looked some were speechless and blushed some turned their head blushing and whispering amongst each other.

"Jada, Grim over here!" Said Neige as he waved and more students were sitting with them. A boy with blonde hair and blue eyes sitting next to Philp and a boy who look similar to kalim and a boy with red hair.

"Hello princess your breakfast is served." Said Neige "These are my friends Rielle, Elliot, Jasim, and you met Philp." They smiled blushing.

"Hello gentlemen thanks so much for helping me yesterday 😊." She said smiling as Grim was eating his food "No problem like I said no lady should have to go through that so how's your food?" Said Jasim

"Great and I want to see what Royal Sword has to offer." She said smiling "We'll be glad and happy to show you all things that Royal Sword has to offer during the holiday season before we leave for break which everyone is doing right now." Said Neige.

Back at Night Raven College everyone was sad, angry, mad, lonely and every emotion you could think of too bad they didn't have a counselor since Jada was it she was everything to and for them.

Vil was angry at himself for not realizing that Jada was suffering and going through a hard tough time, Leona was no different he barely took naps but he often slept during the day but at night he couldn't sleep Jada would often stay at his dorm to sleep in his bed. Idia almost never leave his room as usual just as he was getting out of his room.

Kalim wasn't so happy he didn't seem like his bright happy self anymore, Azul didn't eat much and the twins were upset too poor Floyd cried wailing her name and his eyes had bags and dark circles under them, Jade hasn't taken care of his mushrooms and they die causing him to cry even more.

Riddle has been upset crying thinking about her and poor boy hardly wanted his favorite strawberry tarts he lets Ace and Deuce have them they don't eat them anymore since Jada made them with Trey and he didn't bake as much as he use to because Jada was like his partner. Cater wasn't on his magic socials anymore all he does is look at pictures and videos of him and Jada together and he cried thinking about her.

Jack would howl at the moon since he and Jada would look at it together poor thing his howl's sounding almost like cries. Everyone had this moment of realization that Jada did a lot for them and not herself so instead of feeling bad Ace got everyone together

"Are we really gonna sit here and feel sorry for ourselves?! Is this what Jada would have wanted us to do?"

"She's done everything for us keeping us from going overblot, smiling, happy, fed hell she made sure we passed class and did homework! Kalim should know she helped him get A+ and 100's on each test, exam, and homework." "Yeah she did and she went out of her way to help us with events." Said cater.

"And last year Christmas festival she worked day in and out for us now we owe her this." "Ace is right so along with the Christmas event we having going up against those pretty boys who took her we can fix her dorm!"

Said Deuce Epel got on the table "We need to bring our princess back who's with us?!" "Yeah!" Said everyone Malleus heard and smiled as he remembers dancing with Jada in the moonlight

"But what about the head master he's also gonna want to get his beloved daughter back ?"

Said Lilia "This may be his fault but that doesn't mean he should suffer for it we need his help too after all he was the one who put her and Grim in the awful place Pomefiore would have been lovely for her." Said Vil having the other glare at him "No matter what we'll get our pearl back and she'll be part of our world again!"

Said Azul. After going to the staff telling them about the plan they laid down the plan to take her from them and Vargas was going to lead "I say we take her back and show her we do care." Said Ruggie.

The plan was set. Now this ball is going to have a wild crazy 🤣

@sanyu-thewitch05

#twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland azul #twisted wonderland kalim #twst leona #twisted wonderland vargas #twisted wonderland jamil

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puppiesandnightlock · 1 year

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Snapping One, Two, Where Are You?

yea yea laugh at the name but haonestly i think i did pretty good with this one-shot!

The wind rustled the grass, drawing attention to the single flower in the field. It was a magnificent shade of royal blue. The breeze shook a few petals loose, carrying them along to a small house with a large garage.

“Almost done.” The little fox grunted, pulling off his goggles. He was young, and if not given the circumstances, he should have been asleep. He sorted out his tools, putting them away for the night. Not that he’d sleep anyways.

“Go to bed, little buddy.” A chuckle rang in his ears.

“Yeah, yeah, I’m….going?“ his lighthearted reply trailed off as he swiveled around, eyes meeting with nothing but empty air.

“You need sleep.” He mumbled to himself. “You’re delusional and talking to yourself.”

The wind blew in, scattering the photos laying around, seemingly hidden. The teen scrambled to pick them up. His eyes were screwed shut, trying to avoid looking at them. As he picked them up, he was overwhelmed with voices, scenes, the memories, screaming at him.

“Nice work, bud!”

“We got this!”

“Ok Mister Smarty pants, then you do it!”

“I love ya, little bro.”

The tears poured down his face as the grief finally released after being held in.

“SHUT UP!! ITS. NOT. REAL.” He tried to force it down, console himself after months of agony.

“HE’S GONE!!”

A single blue petal landed on a picture. It was simple, similar to all the others. Sonic’s arm around his shoulders, ruffling his bangs.

But it was enough. He ran out, no idea where he was going, all he knew was that he needed to get out.

At one point he stumbled, sobbing.

“HE’S DEAD!” the distraught teen shrieked, kneeling over in the field.

“Sonic’s dead…”

The thing haunting him for months on end had finally escaped.

He began to run again, the tears flying. He stopped to breathe at a large tree on the cliff side.

His hands hit the ground, painting streaks of green on his grease stained gloves.

“Why? Why did you go?” He wailed.

The kit, barely fourteen, had lost his big brother, his closest friend, his only family.

His mind flashed to the way he had had to hold it together that day, to be strong for everyone else. Even though no one was watching, at home he still wouldn’t let himself cry. He threw his grief into his work, bottling the emotions.

The unchecked grief, welling anger, depression, had created a storm inside of him that caterwauled, begging the question, what is there to live for?

The toes of his shoes hung off the edge. Rock crumbled from underneath. Could he? Was it really worth it?

Anything, he decided. Anything to see his brother again. Anything to end this horrible pain. He took a deep breath.

And

Stepped-

“HEY! Hey kid, what the hell do you think you’re doing?” A voice caught him from behind, making him step back.

The fox didn’t turn.

“Shadow. Why are you here?”

“A better question is why are you?”

“Clearing my head.” was the cold response.

“Last I checked clearing heads did not include purposefully walking off cliffs.”

This struck the teen the wrong way.

“Go away, Shadow. Stop acting like a saint.”

His fists clenched and Shadow sighed.

“Look kid..I know where you are. I’ve been there plenty myself. But you, you’re young, smart. You got your whole life ahead of you. So much to live for.”

The teen let out a dry chuckle.

“And that’s where you’re wrong. My reason for living? He’s gone. He raised me. Taught me to be better. Encouraged me, loved me. Sonic gave me a fighting chance. And in the end, that’s what cost him.”

The tears dripped down his muzzle, back turned to the ebony hedgehog. He felt a hand on his shoulder, gripping tightly.

“Faker regretted a few things in his life, he told me so himself. But one thing I know he never regretted was choosing your life over his. He still loves you, Tails. And he wants you to live your life to the fullest.”

“How can I, Shadow?” His voice cracked.

“How can I, knowing I’m the reason he’s not here right now? Knowing I’m the reason I’ll never see him finally fess up to Amy, that no one will hear his voice again, never watch him and Knux duke it out for fun? No one to come home to, no one to share my ideas with….if he’s not here for me, who will be?”

Shadow turned him around and shook him by the shoulders.

“Are you serious? You have Rose, and Knuckles, Silver, Blaze, Cream, Rouge, hell, you even have ME. We’re all trying to keep you afloat kid. You’re the only one wanting to drown. And trust me.”

His voice softened. “If Sonic were here instead of you, I’d still be having this exact same conversation, in the exact same place.”

The tears began to flow again without abandon, the teen sobbing hysterically. Shadow held him, a pang of sadness hitting him as he relived the point in time when a certain blue hedgehog had found him just like this.

Once the fox had calmed a bit, Shadow began to grin. “Y’know, you were wrong about one thing.”

“W-what’s that?”

“Before he went in to grab you, he kissed Amy smack on the lips, saying, and I quote, “Sorry I never told you how much I really loved you. When you see me again, remind me that I owe you a date.””

Tails chuckled weakly. “I knew it’d happen one day…”

“Shadow?” The fox spoke up again.

“Hmm?”

“How…how do you make the pain go away?”

Shadow exhaled, thinking a bit.

“It never really goes away. You just learn how to cope.”

“I miss him...so much.”

They stayed under the big tree for a bit, taking the minute to think about what they’d lost.

A brother.

A hero.

A friend.

Shadow felt warm weight on his shoulder. The little fox had fallen into the clutches of sleep, the events of the night exhausting him. Shadow sighed, and looked to the sky.

“You picked a real shitty way to go, Faker.”

The blue petals swirled around them in the wind, a few landing on tails.

‘I know. Thank you for saving him.’ It seemed to say. ‘Please, take care of him. He needs someone.’

Shadow smiled. He could practically see him, hugging tails, brushing his bangs whil he slept.

Picking up the fox, he made his way back to the house. “You always did enjoy making me do your work for you.”

“I suppose if there is a heaven, say hello to Maria for me….”

this was based on a comic titled 'On the Topic of Grief' by @draconicdeityarts

hope u enjoyed if u actually got this far XD

#tails prower #miles tails prower #shadow the hedgehog #sonic fanfiction #my fanfic #sonic the hedgehog #yea sonics dead #suicide warning #yea its tails #but pls dont kiil me #shadow stops him so #mentioned #sonamy

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malevolententity · 9 months

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WOE PROJECT 6 BE UPON YE

every day my patience with pattern markers grows thin. i can and will write essays about this franken pattern project that i Am calling done for now but i might do some more work on in the future. SO this is two patterns of the same concept that ive put together because i was not going to fully reset because the first pattern was absolute ass. i truly do not know if the issue was with me or the pattern as they would call for stitches and then tell you how to do the stitch and it was a different stitch! and i made sure it wasnt a uk vs us terms issue but i still had issues! the dud coaster is the darker blue one my mug is pictured on i like how after a lot of trial and error i got the flowers to look flowerish but idk not a big fan of it waaaay to much effort trying to make the stitches work that ill never work it up again. the basket is very pretty honestly but to actually hold the coasters ive had to stuff it with all my yarn scraps that m hoping to one day maybe turn into my own cobbled together yarn? because without the stuffing it just collapses from the weight of the coasters which is why! this project may not be done as there is another basket tutorial m looking at (that goes with the other 2 coasters i made) that based on how it looks is flatter and might hold the coasters much better. but that is definitely a thing ill work up down the road and Probably not tomorrow as i do adore the little basket i have now. AND SPEAKING OF THE TWO OTHER COASTERS i love the flower pattern the whole coaster was a time sink because of how the leaves must be worked but it was so very worth it. from project 3 (tarot sleeve) i still have a skein and a half of that red and purple that if i ever work up more of this specific flower pattern i might see what that yarn gives me! although most likely ill just find another flower pattern to try (theres a tulip one m interested in) so that every coaster is a different flower and looks the most like a bouquet as i can get. unfortunately i used acrylic yarn so i am loathe to use these with hot mugs but time shall tell with the shit coaster if i can use it with hot mugs long term!

also this project took roughly 6 hours with all the frogging trying to make the original pattern work and in generally learning 3 new patterns! (last hour and a half from episode 5 all the way to an hour into episode 7)

season 2 thoughts so far

dude can the lil guys just get a break? joui almost died AGAIN BUT LIKE A DEATH SAVE HAD TO HAPPEN LIKE BRUH LEAVE HIM ALONE FSDJKHFS arthur has had the worst fucking time and honestly i would not be surprised if towards the end of the season he does a suicide run because hes lost everything and everyone but ivete and idk if thats enough to keep him from going insane. i just. i dont know how to put episode 6 into words besides that i am soooo glad to have made it out of that episode because it was Heavy. episode 7 has been chill for the most part. they kept talking about sucking hoses. they kept saying various party members needed to strip to prove they were gonna start trying to shoot each other again. pretty normal table top hijinks and a good place to end for the night/the project.

i honestly have no idea what m making next. part of me Wants to try making a cardigan but all i have is acrylic which is itchy. and i def dont have the skeins for a whole cardigan plus cardigans i feel like would take minimum 22 hours? and i dont really. wanna have a 20+ hour single project. i like my current insanity of having done like 40ish hours of projects this past month and none of them going over 10 hours (besides the wretched bag). time to go through my ravelry in a few days time and see if anything jumps as being interesting or if m gonna have to spin a wheel to pick a project.

#a ordem crochet #shedueling this to post sometime midday as i finished writting it up at like midnight and just. no. i am not posting a midnight update #it took like an hour to write this up yall #fiber art

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salamifuposey · 1 year

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Lemonade - Chapter 7 - Whereabouts

Chapter 7 - Whereabouts

After Lemmy and Adven set off to find Vertigo Village, a wild discussion then took place between them, as they made their way towards the Village in hopes to find a place to rest.

"And then there's Dayley!... Although it goes beyond me where he went!"

Lemmy seemed rather puzzled and wanted to both find out where Naddy and Dayley had went, hoping slightly that something had happened to Dayley to stop him in his track.

"... Heheh, if only Dayley got snatched by some beast." He grinned, hoping for the best.

"... Oh no, wait, that wouldn't be possible." Lemmy then thought, remembering something crucial about Dayley and his own powers.

"... The guy's indestructible, so if anything, he'd never be able to die. Only suffer greatly." He mused, remembering how they used to not even make a dent onto his body even with the heaviest of their machinery.

"... Heheh, suffering." He mused even further and enjoyed that thought.

"You're a bit sadistic, aren't you?" Adven then said glancing at Lemmy.

"Only because he took my girlfriend hostage! And who knows what else!" He tried to defend himself, thinking Dayley must've put more people into more misery. "Although my mother never shares what she digs from this guy, so it goes beyond me!"

"And how does this Dayley guy look like?" Adven tried to amuse him, by asking details even further of his appearance. "Just heard of him just now so might as well before I regret it."

"Well, he's extremely buffed - that and he wears a light blue suit. His gloves, boots and cape are all orange - seriously, who came up with this guy's palette scheme? - and a, er, D shaped together with a crescent moon." Lemmy was hoping to provide enough answers.

"He's blonde and very, very cocky!" Lemmy reassured her. "He also has blue eyes and a very arrogant chin!" He didn't seem to like Dayley one bit, not even his appearance.

"Kinda like yours?" Adven pointed out.

"Yeah, kinda like-"

"Hey!" Lemmy then felt quite a bit insulted.

"Just saying." She didn't look like she mean it that much. "Although I doubt it's as pointy as yours." She mocked slightly, pointing out his unique traits about his own head.

"And your girlfriend..." Adven wanted to make sure to make the most of her clues.

"Pretty and short stack! Mature and bodacious!" He actively complimented her, but he truly felt like he was describing Naddy properly. "Has a long blue dress with a padded white fluff over her shoulder!"

"Sounds like a real peach." Adven toyed.

"Y-yeah, heheh..." Lemmy felt quite proud of his girlfriend. "She stands out more because of her skittish looks. I swear, every time I look at my babe, she reminds me of a kitty..."

"Aww, I didn't know about that." Adven found this side of him endearing.

"Anyways, it's getting kinda late, we really need to worry getting to Vertigo Village, otherwise we won't have a place to rest." Adven suggested having at least a place to crash.

"I'm actually really surprised your dad didn't let you crash and let you sleep for the night. What gives?" Lemmy wondered the sudden absence of Ture taking her in so she could at least sleep overnight.

"Oh - I doubt they even have beds." Adven merely assumed. "He probably sleeps right next to that flower bull or a pile of hay with a pillow of hay as well." She then pictured her father dreaming in a pile.

"Pfff." Lemmy then snorted a little in laughter.

"It's true! Do you ever see my father ever settling with more than just a sheet?" Adven knew her father better than everyone else. "No, because he prefers to sleep as out of ordinary as he can be!"

"Anyways, looks like this is our spot!"

They then stumble upon a very humble village, that seemed a bit more modern than Advens' villa, but still traditional enough to make it cultural. The houses, unlike Advens' village for instance, were more built with bricks rather than logs from the trees of their forest. The village also seemed to have more limelight than the entirety of Advens' villa as well.

"I think I see our inn! There's several across the town, so I think it's easy to assume we're safe."

"Oh - and hopefully some stores to stack up on foods and utensils." Lemmy wanted to colaborate to make sure nothing was missing, since they were probably in for a big ride.

"Ehh, I'd go there, but it's definitely closed for now." Adven felt pretty tired for the day as well. "I'd rather catch some sleep eye rather than drag myself from off the floor."

"Yeah, you're right. Also, thanks for tending to my arm." Lemmy felt appreciated for it.

"Ehh, it's no big deal, although you definitely give plenty of work to go with." Adven was beginning to see him as a bit of a risk taker, although she blames herself for the latter incident with her father.

As they made their way towards the inn - so-called the Goose Inn - they try to check in. Thankfully, due to Adven having brought enough money, no tasks were needed to stay in for the night.

After a while, they made themselves comfortable and went into their own rooms in order to sleep.

A few minutes pass by and Lemmy was quick to take a rest, as his weary eyes and body allowed him to sleep comfortably in his cotton sheets in his plumpy bed, as he wrapped himself with them, beginning to dream, while Adven was in the adjoining bedroom, also hoping to catch some sleep with her loose hair.

"This is a robbery!"

A dream then begins, as it sets itself on a rather familiar setting, being that of a bank being taken hostage and robbers trying to make the most of making their profit.

"PUT YOUR HANDS UP RIGHT IN THE AIR!" Someone exclaimed to the crying hostages as one of them begged for the bank accountant to put all their money in the bag, hoping they'd oblige. "COME ON, WE DON'T HAVE ALL DAY!"

Mysteriously enough, everyone but one person was obliging.

"Hey! Are you even listening?"

It seemed to be the appearance that of a individual who was about to send money to their parents, off to Alaska so they could hopefully make the most of it. Due to wearing earbuds while listening to music, this girl wasn't particularly hearing anything, other than perhaps her favorite songs.

"Hey, I'm talking to you!!"

She merely bobbed her head to the rhythm, with not a care in the world.

The robber then pokes a gun against her, hoping she'd oblige and then listen to him.

"Hmm?" The young blue dressed girl then obliged, still not knowing what was going on, as she took her earbuds off from her little ears, while trying to make the most out of the situation.

"Your hands." The robber then gave orders. "Put them up. Right now!"

"Hmm..." The girl then pondered.

"... What if I don't?" She wasn't even making any sense to the robber who was addressing her.

"Hnnnrgh!" The robber then felt like he was about to lose it. "What do you mean, if you don't?! If you don't, I'll shoot you in the head!" The robber wasn't feeling very thrilled about this broad suddenly confronting him and deciding to pull a brave facade.

"Then do it."

"..."

"... What?!"

The robber didn't even believe what she was saying to him.

"Are you even listening what's coming out of your mouth?! Are you trying to get yourself killed here?!" The robber was clearly armed and with intent to shoot his gun if she didn't oblige.

"Then do it."

She then closed her eyes, wondering if he'd go through with it.

"... Hnngrnghh..."

He then pointed this gun at this broad, hoping to take a hit, his hand trembling.

"... Hnngnrghh..."

"... Are you freaking kidding me?!" The robber was about to even freak out.

"Lemmy!" Someone else then called him. "Just bind the chick! Don't just take all day, just do it!"

"Hnrnrghhh!"

As this mysterious robber tried to help the rest bind the hostages tightly, his other partners in crime then tried to both have a group by each hands, Lemmy just so happening to be the odd one out, as their partners thought he'd be in danger if something happened to him, leaving him only with the chick.

At the same time, this also felt like teasing from his partners, as they felt like he was taking too long to take care of matters himself and that hopefully, he'd be able to make of the situation and clear the odd hostage out, be it as a personal hostage or being let go, in case they gave too much trouble.

This left Lemmy with this mysterious looking gal all by his own on one of the bank's rooms.

While the rest of the comrades tried to reap profits, Lemmy was trying to bind the hostage that remained, neatly tied while sitting in a chair, hoping they don't get away.

"..." The young person merely sits in her place, judging him, while he binds her wrists.

"... You're not binding it tight enough." The young lady suggested.

"... What is it with you, freak?! Do you get the hots with this?!" Lemmy freaked not knowing where she was heading towards with this conversation. "Not tightening it enough?!"

"... If you really want to hold your hostage and keep them binded, the rope should be as tight as it possibly can." The young girl was merely suggesting rather than implying such scandals.

"... Oh." Lemmy then quickly realized he was loosening it on accident.

"... If you're not careful, your hostages can flee from this situation." She pointed out to help him in these situations. "It's also good to learn special knots in order for them to not get away as well."

"... D-don't tell me what to do here! I know how to do my job!" Lemmy then exclaimed.

"... Sure you do." She then teased a little with him.

"... Grr..."

Lemmy then grudgingly listened to her advice, while tightening the rope in her wrists even further.

"... Like that?"

"Yeah, exactly like that! Good job!" The girl then congratulated him with a smile on her face.

"... Hang on a minute, I'm getting schooled by a chick?!" Lemmy then doubted even himself.

"... So, why was I loosening it in the first place?..." Lemmy felt troubled that despite having been with his friends for quite a bit, he felt like he was losing his touch with reality.

"Hmm..." The girl then pondered.

"... Maybe you took a liking towards me?"

"... What, are you crazy?!" Lemmy wasn't really liking this young girls' implications.

"... I mean, that's just what I think!" She was merely going through her conclusions.

"... Am I wrong?" She then thought it through. "I mean, I can't possibly think of any other situation where you'd merely just want to loosen the rope's grip. Not unless you were trying not to hurt me by tightening it."

"A bit of a inconvenience falling for your hostages, isn't it?" The young girl merely assumed.

"..."

Lemmy felt a bit troubled over this young girl, not knowing what exactly to do with her or even where to bring her to, in hopes she wouldn't ruin their plan.

"... Don't worry, I won't ruin your plan." She then suggested.

"... Besides, I don't see any evil on your heart." She consoled herself by knowing that.

"..."

"... How do you know?" Lemmy wondered even further about that.

"... How do you know I'm not just some low class burglar trying to steal from you and that I may take your life at any minute?" Lemmy wasn't sure how she would reply to his question.

"..." The girl merely stood quiet.

"... Because if you were, you would have just taken my life just then."

"..."

Lemmy then realized his first mistake.

The reason this girl lent her trust on him was because he hesitated pulling the trigger on that gun.

"... H-"

"... How..."

"..." The girl continued her silence.

"... I know you're not like other burglars out there. You probably have someone you want to make proud." She merely assumed. "You just go with the flow and you just reap what fate gives to you."

"... I admit I can be a bit like that as well..." She giggled, hoping she didn't have to relate so much as well to a common thief. "Living your life... While making the most out of it..."

"... And being able to nurture those you care about..."

"... I don't see any evil in you because I can see your intention is not to harm."

"... H..."

Lemmy felt rather surprised by those words.

"... Am I wrong? Really, I don't mind if you want to correct me... I definitely don't know everything." The young girl then complied, merely wanting to be honest and humble.

"... I just assumed you're a poor soul out there as well, living in this doggy dog world." It was almost as if the girl had her own set of troubles as well, but didn't wish to bother him with it.

"..."

"... What's your name?..." The robber then asked, hoping to learn it for the future.

"..."

"... You can call me Naddy!" She then smiled politely towards him, with nothing but warmth and care for him.

"... I can also see your eyes are also brown as well."

"...! Wait! How did you know about that?!" The robber freaked, not knowing how she even got to know him that far, never even having told such a fact to anyone in their face.

"... Eheheh, your eyes just seemed a little artificial, that's all." It seemed like she could tell apart that the colored contact lenses weren't all that real. "I can see a little brown tint behind them."

"... Do they really look that fake?" He then touched his face, almost to protect his eyes from being seen.

"... Not really, I just have a really good eye for it!" Naddy then chuckled in her amusement.

Lemmy then did something that was a bit unexpected for her.

"...?" The girl then got surprised by his actions.

"... Why did you unloose me?" She wondered, hoping to understand.

"... Heheh, I guess it really was true..."

".... I think I might have a bit of a crush on you... Heheh..." Lemmy then scratched the back of his head.

"..."

"... You're not telling this to anyone, right?" Lemmy then interrogated her in hopes she didn't get caught.

"Don't worry, I won't." She wanted to make him feel at ease.

"... Besides, I want to get to know you better!"

"... Bit lonesome around these parts. But nothing like a little adventure to get to know each other!"

Naddy then held his hand, hoping to see where he would take her next.

"... Just to make sure, this isn't Stockholm Syndrome, is it?" Lemmy then pondered. "Because if it is, then this is just a bit freaky to me!" His eyes squinted making sure of her true intents.

"... No, no, pffahah!" The girl giggled. "I would never! Besides, it's not my thing to feel trapped! I like being in freedom and enjoying life as free as I can! I know you would never trap me."

"... Although you look like the kinda guy that gets a bit anxious!" She then teased about him a little.

"... Do I really look that anxious?!" Lemmy then felt rather nervous about it. "I-I can admit I'm a bit of a nervous wreck, but I still try my best!" He tried to make silly excuses.

"... Kinda hard to keep myself composed when there's so much going around in these places!..."

"Like keeping the hostages safe! And making sure all the money is collected! And and!..."

The girl then resumed to laugh and giggle to herself seeing this young man trying to keep up with his job.

"But do you work for somebody else?" Naddy then wondered his intents.

"Ehh, for the V.I.V headquarters." He then admitted. "That's my parents' headquarters, alongside Seans' as well. You know how it is, gotta make your mother proud and all that."

"Oh - your mother is the headquarters's leader?" Naddy was quite surprised such a female lead had such a son under her deck. "I never knew she had a son! That explains why you reminded me so much of her as well!"

"Y-yeah, she's my pride and joy and someone I look up to." Lemmy admitted. "My father as well, although he's a bit more of a risk taker!... I prefer my mom's methods, much more lenient on me! Way less explosions."

"Pff." Naddy couldn't help but be happy for him.

"She really wants me to be the headquarters' leader some day and perhaps be one of its administrators. So I'm hoping I can hone myself enough to make her proud. And get tougher while I'm at it."

"I think she has a really lovely son." Naddy wasn't shy of complimenting him.

"H-huh! T-that was sudden, but... Thanks! I suppose..." Lemmy was happy he got to know her.

"Lemmy! Have you done your job yet?!" One of his comrades then was waiting for Lemmy to bring the hostage back, in hopes to resume their bank robbery.

"... Might want to address that, heheh." Naddy kept teasing him a bit.

"I-I'll be right there! I'll bring the chick!"

"Don't take too long!" His friend wasn't eager to be kept on waiting. "We've got bags to save!"

"What's even going on in there - Are you trying to make that chick your girlfriend?!" Lemmy's friend wanted to make sure nothing was fishy. "At least let me know! I really wanted to score with that chick!"

"Huhh, huhhhh!..." Lemmy then felt rather surprised by those choice of words.

"... Yeah! I got her as my girlfriend! So beat it!" Lemmy then tried to defend her from being from anyone else's. "I-I guess she took the hots for me."

"At least you're being honest!" The burglar admired Lemmy's courage. "Although I don't see how can a chick like such a lousy crybaby wimp!" His friend made sure to strike him back.

"At least he's not a meanie like you." Naddy then said, surprising even Lemmy.

"... Hnnrgh, small thing for a big package." Lemmy's friend admired her gutsy behavior. "You better hold that one tight, Lemmy, she seems like a keeper." His friend then resumed to bringing the sacks to the van.

"... Huh." Lemmy was surprised at such a comeback.

"... Thanks, I supposed."

"... No problem!" Naddy then said heart-warmingly.

"... Besides, we're boyfriend and girlfriend now..."

"... Right?"

As Lemmy wakes up from his slumber, he then finds himself completely star-shaped in his bed, having enjoyed a good-night sleep, although feeling quite queasy for some reason. As he rises and shines, he takes a nice warm bath and combs his messy arrowed hair.

Adven was just by his side also in her adjoining bedroom also woken up, with her hair loose and hoping to comb it as well, getting ready for a brand new day, while trying to keep her hair in a bun. With her pendant on her chest given by her father some time back, she hits back and decides to hit up on Lemmy.

"Ready yet, Lemmy?" She was hoping to hear him reply, in hopes he was feeling refreshed. "Did your arm heal?"

"Yeah, as good as new." Lemmy then swung his arm, being merely but a scratch from Figaro's antiques although he still felt quite nauseous for some reason. "Bleh."

"What about your chest? I never checked on it afterwards." Adven was hoping he was feeling well.

"Yeah, I'd say it's just about as healed." He wanted to make sure she had nothing to worry about. "I always recovered from my injuries pretty fast. Your healing magic really does the trick as well."

"Heheh, I'm glad!" Adven then remembered bringing some breakfast. "Here, it's not much, but hopefully we get some more in the inn's restaurant service." She then brought him some cookies and a juice.

"Thanks, I was getting really hungry." He then took some munches and scurried alongside her to get something more to eat, as they got ready for a brand new day while getting out of the inn.

"Anyway, it might be better for me to stock up on things now that the stores are open." Adven then wanted to let Lemmy know she'd handle such tasks for him not to worry. "And besides, it's not like there's anything else to do he-"

Before they knew it, just as they got off from the Goose Inn, they stumble upon another familiar sight they already ran into before.

"Give me a break! This guy again!?" Lemmy shouted from being fed up with it.

As the Midnight Crawler was emerging from a forest not too distant from this village.

"... We just got out!" Adven barely even got to stock up. "What is this thing's deal?!"

"Well, there's only one thing we can do, to get rid of this thing once and for all!"

Lemmy then brandished his Deep Reshon before Adven put a stop to it and grabbed him by his arm.

"Stop!" Adven tried to pull him back.

"What are you doing?!" Lemmy wasn't thrilled about letting that thing get away with what it almost did to her village and almost getting them killed.

"No, wait - Look!"

Adven then pointed out something that was happening in a unusual fashion.

The Midnight Crawler seemed as if it was being binded by some force from the distance, as it emerged from the forest itself, trying to crawl itself out of its reach.

"W-what's going on?" Lemmy couldn't do anything but react to the creatures' bellowing.

"Grraaaagghhh!"

As the creature bellowed out its cry, something was binding it and sucking its force.

"What's happening?!" Lemmy wasn't sure what was going on, as the creature kept clawing the very floor and the trees that stood near in its path, causing nothing but havoc.

"There's no way that can be anyone defeating it! Not unless!..."

Adven then shocked herself wondering if such a thing was happening.

"... Only the Guardians know how to seal that thing in!"

"... Guardians?" Lemmy then wondered what could even possess such power to hold that creature, much less contain it.

"... They're entities! Although no one knows how they look!" Adven shook herself by these words. "Only thing I know of is that they're four and they keep the dimension from breaking apart!"

"Ex-"

"Excuuuuuse me?"

Lemmy wasn't even sure what she was talking about.

"Entities? ENTITIES?!"

Lemmy was about to have a panic attack, wondering how complex this dimension would get. "First, we're talking about gods in plural and next thing I know, entities?!"

"What is even this place?!" Lemmy even put his hands on his head, hoping not to lose it.

"And most importantly, what in the world is even happening to that thing?!" Lemmy then points out to the Midnight Crawler, hoping to get everything cleared.

"I don't know!" Adven legitimately didn't know the answer to that. "All I know is, Guardians have the power to possess and become vessels! Although I didn't think!-"

"... If a Guardian sucks that thing inside themselves, who knows what could happen!" Adven was frightened to even know about it. "The Midnight Crawler is a entity of negative emotions! If a Guardian possesses it or keeps it inside while becoming a vessel, they might become at risk of being corrupted by that thing!"

"H-how do you even know all that?!" Lemmy was surprised she even knew that much.

"We have to learn it in our churches and schools! Sabre, Duran, Amea! The Chosen Four and the God of Death and all of our creatures in our planes! Look, you know what, even talking about that makes me want to freak!" Adven didn't want to go further, as she felt rather tired.

"There's A GOD OF DEATH?!" Lemmy yelped in fear.

But as they were having their tantrum together, the creature bellowed another scream.

"GRRAAAAAAGHHHHH!"

Then, right in front of them, the creature merely vanishes.

As if it were now gone forever, its cry fading, its body and shape going elsewhere.

Besides the debris caused by the trees, the monster was no longer there and silence was heard.

"..."

Lemmy felt rather distraught with what had just happened.

".. Okay, now that that thing's settled, let's come back home!" Lemmy then yelped, while he tried to get away scot free, afraid of what even contained that monstrous being. "It's as if nothing ever happened!"

"Come back here!" Adven then tugged him by his cape, hoping he wouldn't get away.

"You think you're just going to leave me right here?!" Adven then spoke her frustrations. "We've got a girlfriend to catch! And we gotta find out who in the world sucked that thing!"

"Hearing you saying it like that just makes it sound weird." Lemmy was rather astonished such a thing even happened. "And yeah, good thing to know, my girlfriend's still out here somewhere."

"Good to know." Lemmy then became extremely anxious suddenly realizing the risks Naddy would be vulnerable at.

"... We still need to stock up though..." Adven thought to herself. "Otherwise, we won't even last a day in this damned world. Why was I born in such a place?..." Adven lamented her existence, as she dragged Lemmy towards the Vertigo Village's shop.

"H-Hey, wait a minute, do you always have to drag me into everything?" Lemmy felt rather pressured.

"Don't you want your smoke bombs?! You'll need them when in peril!" Adven suggested the thought to make the most of his potential. "We'll also need potions and herbs! Mostly for your sorry butt!"

While their conversation continued, a strange figure can then be seen from inside the woods.

A unknown shape now containing that monster as a vessel, only but its shadow being seen from the ground as the trees rustled from the wind, witnessing the debris of the creature itself.

While they realized what they had just done, the figure then distances away from the forest, hoping to dwell some place else, hoping to contain the creature inside them to keep them safe.

"..."

The figure kept quiet, as not to be seen, hoping to get away and keep the dimension safe, unknowing the peril of holding such a creature in or knowing it all too well and still, insisted on their decision.

Hoping to keep the monster inside them as a vessel, the figure hopes the creature can provide itself useful to them, hoping it can help whenever there is most peril, especially since it guarded something special.

The figure, as it distances, seemingly appears to be quite large as well, giving a ominous kind of threat and only but wanting those it needs close by it whenever the right time.

Just as the figure had just left, Lemmy and Adven, right after stocking up, came across the very spot the Midnight Crawler once stood upon, this place now empty and a husk of its former self, with its trees clawed right through by its hands and feet.

"... We didn't make it." Adven wasn't very thrilled. "But maybe it was for the best, in case it was someone who'd be hostile towards us." She still wondered how the creature got contained within it.

"Uff, uff!" Lemmy instead, was rather tired of trying to keep up with Adven. "Are you done? There's nothing here! It's now gone! We didn't catch it in time!" He wasn't sure about the creature's whereabouts.

"I didn't want us to be vulnerable." Adven was against of letting herself and her friend getting hurt. "If anything happened, it'd be our fault. Always better to be safe than sorry..."

"And now it's getting late..." Adven then witnessed the sun already setting. "The days in here go past almost in the blink of an eye... Although it's always pretty witnessing the sunset."

"Yeah, I could tell the time in here is pretty dang weird. Almost as if fast-forwarded..." Lemmy wondered if this was a phenomenon of the dimension. "I can't imagine how years go by..."

"Pretty dang fast if you ask me." Adven always felt like she was aging pretty fast.

"... How old are you again?" Lemmy then wondered about her age, given her size.

"Oh.. Just 26." She then complied with her age.

"26?! But you're so tiny!" Lemmy wasn't sure what to think of this.

"Hey, appearances can be misleading!" Adven admitted. "Also, we're sort of a hybrid, my species varies in the sense of our bodies either being long-shaped or... Well, just shaped like me."

"I could tell, especially since your father looks about the size of a actual regular man." Lemmy thought about this predicament. "Also, long-shaped? To me, it just looks like a human shape."

"So, where to now?..." Lemmy was wondering about his next location before it'd be night before he knew it.

"Hmm, lemme just check my map."

Adven then tried to pinpoint her next location after some research with the villagers, to whom she also asked about the location of a young blue dressed girl just to be safe and whether Lemmy's girlfriend was in this place as well, but to no avail.

"... Glass City." She then pointed towards the map. "... Or more specifically, first the Falosa Streets, then Glass City. Seems to be a unruly city, so be prepared for that." She made her fair warning.

"Unruly? What do you mean?" Lemmy wondered about such state of the city.

"It's called the city of broken dreams for a reason!" She then pointed out. "The Falosa Streets are like favelas, not a pretty big deal, not unless you want to get robbed in this place, so... be prepared for that. A lot of untrustworthy-looking fellas out there."

".... Thanks for pointing that out." Lemmy then started to wonder what he had gotten himself into and what was ahead of him.

"Also, I always wondered, why do they call that village Vertigo Village?" Lemmy wondered about such name, wondering if it was just that and wondering the origin of the name.

"Oh - If you're really wondering and just feeling rather spooked, don't be." Adven reassured. "The only reason it's called just that is because its landmark tends to wobble throughout the day, thus, you might feel some queasiness and dizziness from it."

"Oooohh, so that's why I was feeling so queasy in the morning." Lemmy then finally understood.

"... No wonder I felt like losing my breakfast." He shamefully admitted, feeling like those cookies and juice were dancing inside him as if he was being shaken around a lot.

"Well, safe to say we're all stocked for the day, so let's make haste!" Adven wanted to bring him to Glass City as fast as she could. "Hopefully, we'll find your girlfriend by then!"

"Yeah! And hey, Adv? I really appreciate you going out there and go through so much trouble with me. I really do appreciate it. And I admit it would have been a bit lonesome going out with no one out there." Lemmy really wanted to make sure she didn't feel like a burden.

"Okay, okay, no need to get mushy, now let's get going!" Adven then had a smile on her face and pressured on as she made her way towards the Falosa Streets and Lemmy behind her. "Don't wanna keep your girl friend waiting, huh?"

"Hahah, yeah!..." Lemmy then giggled while they made their way towards Glass City.

Meanwhile, Hector, who had just woken up and left the inn he was in, kept searching for Lemmy.

He eventually got off from the underground, by following the light that came from a hole, being surprised that he came out of it as if it were a cave, or rather, a hole in the ground, emerging from it.

With his sack on his back and his axe on wield, he then went in search one more, hoping he would cross Lemmy in his path. In the mean time, a hooded stranger he had run into asked for directions for the Mystic Underground, he himself not knowing what it was for or where the stranger was headed, to which he retraced back his path and guided them there, hoping it wasn't for ill intentions.

The hooded figure made nothing of it, simply saying thanks and saying they were on a quest to find a location called Brightburn Tower. Unsure of what this location was, Hector made none of it and simply said he couldn't help the stranger much with it.

Being thrilled of the sun shining on him once more, he enjoyed the light as he basked in it, just happy no longer having to be inside such darkness that was the underground after a excruciating battle.

To him, everything was new, unfamiliar creatures kept frolicking around him, some being very similar to those he'd find back in his place. He realized he was in a sort of alternative dimension given he still managed to identify such similarities. To him, everything was impressive, given he never had seen it before in his life and wanting to know more about this world.

As he kept on his search, he also realized that time was unusually fast as well, faster than in his dimension. He could see the sun quickly descending as he progressed through his search. Before he knew it, it was almost sunset, the night slowly coming in.

Knowing he had to crash in some place inevitably, he looked around for a humble place, hoping to take a break after walking through the plains and some of the dry lands of this dimension.

Eventually, he comes across a humble large cottage house inn, where he could hear a child play.

"... Huh, Soft White Inn." He read the name on the sign just by the side of its door.

Next to the house, there were white sheets hanging on a line wire next to it, the sheets fluttering with the wind and getting picked by a gentle lady in a loving white apron over a blue dress all of a sudden, while her child played and the birds chirped.

"Huh, this doesn't look like a bad place to crash either..." Hector found it to be a rather cozy place, reminiscent of when he used to live back with his own mother back at their old place.

"My, another windy day today..." The young blonde, ash-grayed poodle-like ma'am said, while she picked through these clothes, staring at them with her dark blue eyes.

A few feathers were also flying with the wind, coming from the fluffed up pillows.

"Heheheh!" A young child, a little ash gray puppy girl in a red dress and wearing a red bow, was then by her side, playing with a few figurines.

"Come on now - you need to help as well!" The young ma'am then asked for the child's help.

"Oh..." The young child then got stopped on her tracks, but easily realized her task.

"... Ashyashyashyashy!" The young girl then frolicked towards her mother, hoping to help.

"Now, now, where did you even learn that silly word?" Her mother found it endearing nonetheless.

The girl then giggled, all of a sudden, encountering Hector, while her mother got inside the house.

The little girl stared at Hector, who looked rather threatening, but cute to her.

She then stared with her little beady eyes and then said.

"... Ash!"

"... Ashyashyashyashyashy!"

She threw her arms in the air, saying that word over and over.

"... Ash?" Hector then stared at her. "What a silly girl, heheh."

"... Ashyashyashyashy!"

The little girl then went back to her mother, hoping to help her get things in the house organized.

Hector then comes in, feeling immediately right at home, with its cozy ambient, the old but comfortable and clean sofas, the pleasantly nice reception, neatly decorated with flowers.

"Can I help you with anything?"

The young lady then received Hector warmly, even if the color of his skin seemed rather different from hers and looking like a entirely different species from her point of view.

"... Oh!" Hector then came back to his senses.

"Oh wow!" Hector thought all to himself. "She's nice! She's really really nice!"

"Maybe... just maybe I don't have to wash the dishes! I still wish I could help!... But I can't afford anything!" Hector was a bit hopeful he could sleep in for the night.

"Yeah, I'd like to check in! A room for one, please!" Hector then was hoping to get himself comfortable, hoping for the best and get himself a nice warm bed to sleep in.

"Ah yes! Then that'll be 100 Tins!" The ma'am happily asked.

"... Oh!... Huh..." Hector was then a bit sad over not having much to pay for.

"... I'm sorry, it's just that I come from a entirely different place!... I don't have any money in me so..." Hector then truthfully said his honesty. "I feel like such a dirtbag admitting it."

"... That's alright! You can still sleep in for the night! Don't worry, we're just fine letting you be! We get enough income as it is!" The young ma'am admitted about her profits.

"Oh! So I don't have to wash any dishes?" He then asked, hoping not to.

"Unless you wanna help!" The ma'am admitted. "But it's not necessary at all either! We're just a nice little home and we constantly take in nice little strangers every now and then!"

"Aw, wicked!" Hector then celebrated, hoping he could help. "Oh, but now I feel bad not doing anything... But if I do the dishes, that'll still help, right? And maybe hang some clothes!"

"Sure!" The young lady then received him warmly.

"Awright! Don't worry, if you need anything, I'll be sure to help!" Hector then said with a thumbs-up.

Then all of a sudden, a young man then comes in.

"Oh - hello there, how may I help you?" The lady then begged the question with a smile on her face.

"Yeah - I'd like to file a complaint!" The green toad-like man wasn't exactly thrilled, while holding on to something that seemingly belonged to him inside a plastic wrapper all folded.

"Oh my! And what seems to be the problem?" The ma'am wanted to make sure she could help.

"Well, I stayed in here last night and put my clothes in for laundry!"

"So? What seems to be the problem?" Hector then tried to question.

"You wanna know what happened? This is what happened!"

The man then unfolds all his clothes, to which white, tiny little particles flew off the minute he unfolded them, in a burst of magnificence, right in front of their faces.

"... Huh." Hector wasn't quite sure what to make of it or what it was.

The little girl then paraded around them, playing with the tiny little particles.

"Ashyashyashyashy!" The girl couldn't contain her excitement as she played around with it.

"Why does it look like it came right from the side of a volcano?!" The young man was quite enraged. "It's filled with ashes!" He merely wanted his money back for putting his clothes in the laundry.

"... Huh." Hector still didn't know what it all was, but he merely thought that the man was merely overreacting and making a tantrum over the smallest things.

"... Just shake it off, why don't you?" Hector still didn't seem to know what the problem was.

"I'd like my money back now, please!" He then threatened the lady, hoping to see his money back.

"I'm sorry, but I legitimately really do not know what happened!" The ma'am bluntly states. "I do not know where these little things come from! They look like tiny little flakes!"

"You don't know, you don't know?!" The men then pointed to the sheets that were still outside.

As they stared, they could see flakes floating along with the wind.

"Still! That's a entirely different matter! And those only belonged to one guest!"

"Why I oughta!-" But before the man could do anything, Hector intervened.

"Hey! Leave the lady alone! And go bother some place else!" Hector really wasn't in the mood to put up with customer complaints, especially one as picky as this mans'.

"Eek! Fine! But you owe me! I ain't ever coming back to this place either!"

The man then storms off from out the inn, even going so far as to slam the door.

"Good riddens!" Hector was glad the man was gone, if only because it was bothering the owner of this house.

"... Oh, thank you!" The ma'am then cordially apologized. "I'm sorry about all the trouble!"

"It's okay! And besides, I'm the one who should be apologizing! I just wanted to help!" Hector wanted to make sure he provided all the help she could need, including unwanted guests.

Hector then looks out the window only to realize it was already evening.

"... Huh?!" Hector was quite surprised at this. "Guess time really flies around here."

"... What in tarnations..."

"Oh, we could share you the room, if you'd like!" The ma'am then felt like she had to.

"Oh great - thanks!" Hector was just happy he could stay in for the night.

As they climbed a set of stairs, the ma'am along with her child guided Hector towards his room.

"Here it is - room 707!" The ma'am then said. "Aren't you lucky, you got yourself a room buddy! They're on the room right by your side!" She then pointed to room 708 where they were located.

"Room buddy?" Hector wasn't exactly keen on bothering the person. "Ehh, I don't wanna trouble them."

"Are you sure? He's a awfully sweet young boy!" The lady merely wanted to suggest. "Well, but I ain't forcing you! We're just taking care of this little fella ever since he came to our inn!"

"Alrighty then - maybe if I want something from them later..." Hector simply nodded.

After a while, Hector made himself comfortable in his own bedroom, putting all of his things along with his sack and axe up to his disposal. It didn't take long to become night, as Hector was about to hit the hay.

"Man, I'm hungry... This whole travel across the land really gives me the munchies..." Hector couldn't help but feel quite hungry, as he held on to his gut. "Where could Lemmy even be?..."

After a bit, he hears footsteps walking in and out.

After he takes out a peek by putting his head out the door, he noticed the ma'am and the young child suddenly bringing in food little by little to room 708.

"Man, I'm jealous!" Hector was quite fed by it. "This guy's getting all the food and I'm just here being stuck in this place!" Hector then tried to call the lady's attention.

"Hey! Huh..."

But as he tried to call them to reach them out, they were simply far too busy taking in not just food, but sheets, as well as some mysterious boxes he couldn't exactly make of.

"... I guess they're far too busy for me then." Hector then lamented for his hunger.

"... I shouldn't be bothering them. I'm already taking advantage by sleeping in as it is."

He then laid in his bed, hoping his hunger would calm down, even if slightly.

"... Man, I'm just too far from home..."

"... This place's too weird..."

"... And I don't know why, time flies too fast in this place!"

"... I wonder how Lemmy's doing?..."

"... Man, I'm always thinking about Lemmy..."

"... Come on, Hec, you gotta snap out of it..."

"..."

"... Well, tomorrow's going to be a brand new day."

"..."

"... Guess it's another day to go search for Lemmy then.."

"..."

Hector then tries to close his eyes and fall into a deep slumber, hoping he could sleep, even with a empty stomach. Albeit a little hard, due to how exhausted he felt, it didn't take long for him to sleep in. With his head tucked into his little pillow, he finally takes his rest.

"..."

".........."

"..................."

"..................h.............."

"... Hah!"

Hector then suddenly woke up extremely late in the night, with someone banging on his room's door.

"... Hrgh..." Hector felt startled over the noise. He didn't know who that was as they kept knocking on it.

"..." Hector felt troubled by something.

"... What..."

"... What was that dream?..."

"... The hell?..."

He then grouchily gets off from his bed, all while the door was still getting knocked.

"I'm coming, I'm coming!"

As the door kept getting knocked, he finally answers the door.

"... Please help!"

It was the young lady.

"There's no one else and I don't know what to do! I don't know what's wrong!" The lady pleaded for his help, not knowing how to help, begging and hoping someone would.

"... What do you mean?" Hector still felt rather groggy. "... What's happening?"

"Please!" The ma'am seemed rather troubled. "You've got to help! I can't do anything!"

"... I'll help! Just tell me what's happening! What's going on?"

As the lady tried to rush and bring Hector, Hector then comes to the door 708.

"... That's room 708!" Hector still wasn't sure what was going on.

"Please, help!" The ma'am was practically in tears. "I've never seen anything like it! He was fine just earlier! And now, he's running a fever! Please, help, I don't know what to do!"

"Huh?" Hector then muttered as he held to the doorknob.

Hector then opened the door.

Only to find something he had never expected.

His eyes widened and something had awakened in him.

Of nothing but pure fear and shock.

To her, it was just someone barely breathing, barely clutching on to the sides of his bed.

It also seemed like the person was running a high fever, trying to endure it.

The person that was laying in there, completely exposed and bearing its marks.

Just so happened to be Jayt.

"... Jayt?!"

He was barely awake and wheezing, almost as if with shortness of breath, with a tear in the corner of his eye. To him, it felt like a nightmare that he just wanted to end, going through a infection due to the state of his skin, being constantly remembered of his state.

Hector quickly rushed towards him, hoping he'd still be able to answer.

"... Hey, Jayt! Jayt, answer me! Are you okay?! How did you even get in here?!"

Jayt could barely do anything but wheeze, feeling tormented by it.

"Don't worry, buddy, I'll help you! Hang in there! Please!"

As he was about to pick him up, he realized he couldn't just roughly handle him due to the state of his skin. Hector was absolutely tormented he couldn't even touch his friend too harshly.

"W... Who did this to you?..." Hector then remembered Jayt had fallen victim to Dayley's acts.

"... This is insane... He barely can even reply!..." Hector felt like it was a job to him to get him safe and sound and to provide health care for him if he could, witnessing him barely breathing.

"... I'll help you, I'll swear! I'll get that Dayley guy, even if it's the last thing I do!"

To be continued?

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okay it’s time for some stardew valley headcanons for the bachelor/ette(s) so let’s GOOOO

Alex:

- he always awakes before his grandparents, and on warmer days he’ll go down to the beach to watch the sunrise.

- friends with elliot! the two of them sit on the side of the dock sometimes and just chat about life.

- knows how to make cookies, as evelyn taught him when he was a bit younger

- wary of the saloon, as he doesn’t really like the smell of alcohol and only goes into it if he’s forced to!

- if you marry him, he can and will pick you up randomly to surprise you while you’re working!

- if married, he will “bench press” your kids once they become toddlers, and it always makes them giggle

- hates the winter and gets cold really easily. on the first day of fall he’s already bundled up wanting it to be summer again.

Elliot:

- willy is like a father to him. the two of them sit on the docks and watch the fish swim by together

- sometimes he’ll braid his hair, and leah will bring flowers from the forest and weave them into his hair.

- has a rlly pretty singing voice, and likes to record piano covers in his spare time

- if you marry him and the two of u have kids, he’ll always braid their hair in the morning and tuck flowers behind their ears.

- he brings home fresh fish he caught and makes himself dinner every night. that’s why he’s an excellent cook.

- has actually caught a legendary fish before!

- his eyes change color, they can go from blue to green to brown in the same day. people call them the “prismatic shard of eyes”

Harvey:

- he’s so clumsy that sometimes he’ll even trip over air. due to this, he has little bruises all over his knees and elbows.

- his favorite animals are birds. sometimes he’ll go outside and just give them some bird seed. he loves watching them fly around.

- not only is he fascinated with planes, but he’s also fascinated with the weather. as a kid he used to watch the weather channel, and he dreamed of becoming a weatherman.

- when he needs to focus really hard, he’ll pull his hair back with a headband

- him and his mother were and still are very close, and he writes letters to her at least once a week

- he cannot cook to save his life, but he’s an incredible baker! will make you little treats if you’re friends or married

- he always wears a wristwatch, but the time is always 6 minutes behind. he likes it because it has a plane engraved into the side against his wrist.

Sam:

- he had adhd, and his stims include flapping his hands, tapping his foot and strumming his guitar

- he has a beautiful singing voice, think like wilbur soot but a bit more high pitched?

- the reason he likes cactus fruit so much is because he just plants them and lets them grow. he loves succulents because they don’t give him an allergic reaction!

- cannot play video games for shit. sebastian and abigail have banned him from multi-player games because he just sucks so bad.

- love language is acts of service, simply because he likes singing for people he cares about and doing little things for them!

- if you marry him, he will bring his guitar into the coop and/or barn and sing to the animals. they have learned to run over a greet him, since they love his singing.

- his hair is actually curly, but you’re unable to tell due to how much he gels and straightens his hair.

- has mastered the art of the puppy dog eyes

Sebastian:

- loves the hell out of halloween, but is scared of literally everything. he nearly cried watching a horror movie with sam and abigail.

- really good with a slingshot! so if he were to go into the mines, he would wreck some monsters shit with his slingshot skills

- he had glow in the dark stars on his ceiling, but removed them. he used to love the stars and space, but came to resent them because it was his sisters thing.

- he like…irl blushes. like an anime character. when he’s embarrassed, upset, flustered, his face will go all pink. everyone picks on him for it.

- has/had a crush on most of the towns singles. he is a bisexual disaster and secretly a romantic so….take from that what you will.

- a natural born ginger, but dyes his hair. he also has freckles on his nose! and he has an eyebrow slit because of a scar!!

- for some stupid reason, he takes really good care of his hands? like he always makes sure they don’t get calloused, and his nails are always painted black, despite using his hands all the time for work.

Shane:

- he cannot cook. he burned pasta noodles because he didn’t know you had to put water in the pan.

- he still has a chicken plushie from when he was a baby, and it still sits on his bed. and if he cuddles with it at night? no one needs to know.

- has a huge birthmark on his side shaped like a heart

- really good at mixology, so i think that when joja gets shut down, shane works at the saloon and makes the drinks while gus cooks. he adds a whole new section on the menu!

- friends with sebastian. they paint each other’s nails from time to time, or sit in the rain together and just talk.

- kinda strong as hell? he lifts boxes in joja for work, as well as carrying around jas, so i’m assuming he could just….pick the farmer and his friends up?

- he has the most contagious laugh, it used to be a rare sound, but now that it’s a pretty common occurrence, shane makes people laugh all the time with his own laugh.

Abigail:

- buff. she is buff as hell. her and alex work out together sometimes, since she expressed a desire for adventure. she has picked up sam and sebastian with no warning and thrown them into the ocean

- can talk to animals due to her being the daughter of the wizard! so sometimes she’ll go to marnies farm and just chat with the cows or something

- if she sees a tree, she WILL climb it. she loves it so much, it’s just so adrenaline inducing for her.

- her and sebastian tried to go into the mines before but sam stopped them because it wouldn’t have been very safe. they were all 14.

- trying to learn to play the ukulele with a little help from sam. it’s frustrating, but she really likes the sound of it, and she’s determined as hell.

- absolutely cracked at any and all video games he plays. mario kart? she will kick your ass. animal crossing? her island has 5 stars. pokémon? she always wins. you can’t stop her, she’s too powerful.

- she has glasses, but prefers contacts, since glasses would get in the way of her adventuring.

Emily:

- not only can she sew, but she also makes her own soaps and candles! any form of creation she adores.

- loves flowers, and has a lot of little potted ones in her room. she raises them, gives them little names and personalities, and then brings them to sandy and tells her all about each flower

- she can roller skate, and it’s her preferred method of transportation. she can do a bunch of fun tricks as well!

- has an eyebrow slit

- making cute little baskets of homemade gifts is her favorite thing to do for her friends. sometimes she’ll just leave them on their doorsteps for no reason other than she wants to!

- can SPRINT in heels. like even 6 inch heels she can just RUN and it scares everyone who sees it.

- she loves the sounds of birds chirping in the morning, and she’s able to identify the name of the bird by its chirping and calls

Haley:

- is able to perfectly crack and drink from coconuts. that’s why she loves them so much.

- has the worst sense of direction. she’s lucky she lives in a small town, or she’d get lost all the time

- the spring is her favorite time of year, simply because she loves to capture life coming back in those spring months. baby animals, blooming flowers, her friends on the beach or just chilling in the sun, all of it

- her most prized possession is the very first picture her and emily took as kids on their parents polaroid. it’s taped to her mirror

- has a little beauty mark under her lip, but it normally isn’t visible due to being covered with makeup!

- she’s able to do her own nails! this is because she is ambidextrous, yet she doesn’t know, because it’s never been brought up

- she fucking LOVES learning about and identifying plants, trees and flowers. she knows so many it’s crazy. she has a great memory.

Leah:

- resident true crime enthusiast and ghost hunter. she drags elliot with her around town to go hunting for ghosts. they also watch documentaries together!

- has a bunch of little scars on her hands from her artwork

- to get inspiration for works, she’ll go on walks at different times of the day, different seasons, different routes, and she’ll turn each walk into a work of art. depending on all the environment and those who she runs into, each piece is vastly different.

- animals love her, and will sometimes just follow her around for no reason. she doesn’t mind at all, she kinda loves it.

- friends with emily. they are currently teaching each other their own forms of art, since they love learning from each other!

- really good at dancing, she’ll dance while she’s working on projects and she’ll hum a song to herself

- her favorite statue was created after she went on a walk, ran into abigail, and the two of them went swimming in the ocean and stayed there as the sun set and the stars came out. she has a little crush on abigail.

Maru:

- her hair is ALWAYS tied up, it’s impossible for her to work if her hair is in her eyes

- when she was a kid she wanted to be an astronaut, because she loves the stars, but she found she prefers the science and math behind it all

- she pierced her own ears, she has little star earrings!

- watches cartoons and geeks out about them with penny when they meet up in town!

- for some odd reason, she is terrified of butterflies. no one who knows her, or even maru herself have ANY idea why, but she will run away if she sees one.

- her favorite memory was the one night her and sebastian stayed up really late as kids and snuck outside to look at the stars (back when sebastian still loved them) and they ended up seeing a meteor shower

- she presses flowers as a hobby, and just keeps them in a little notebook alongside her ideas for projects and gadgets.

Penny:

- while she’s cleaning her and pam’s home, she finds herself singing to herself. she has yet to be caught by anyone

- each day, her hair is done ever-so-slightly different. each morning, she likes to change it up, and sometimes jas or vincent will give her something to put in her hair

- also interested in ghosts, will occasionally join elliot and leah on their adventures

- she is naturally really warm, so she doesn’t have to bundle up as much during the winter. the kids cling to her because she’s like a human space heater

- has a bit of a geeky side, and she loves to watch cartoons a lot. when she can find the time, she always watches them. they being her lots of comfort.

- has a small scar on her side from when she tripped over as a child onto something sharp. she likes it because with two freckles, it makes a little smiley face

- loves the water and the feeling of sea wind in her hair. she secretly wants to learn to drive a boat, so she can feel that wind in her hair whenever she wants.

#stardew #stardew valley #sdv alex #sdv elliott #sdv harvey #sdv sam #sdv sebastian #sdv shane #sdv abigail #sdv emily #sdv haley #sdv leah #sdv maru #sdv penny #stardew valley headcanons

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strawberrymilkgeorge · 3 years

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Part Four. "You hosted me?? In MINECRAFT??"

warnings: swearing but that’s it (i think)! just karl being a goof and dream being a little shit but whats new word count: 3k (not ncluding pictures)

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Y/n sat to Karl's left, out of the camera's view as he scrolled through Twitter on his PC.

"Um... oh, how did you guys meet?" Karl read before looking offscreen at Y/n. "Uh... school?"

"What? I was going to make up a funny story but I'm appalled by the seriousness in your voice! Is that really how you think we met?"

The embarrassment on his face answered her question. "Karl! I'm two years younger than you, how would we meet have met at school?"

"I don't know!" he said back defensively, raising his shoulders. "Clubs?"

"Like I was in any of the nerd clubs you were in."

"Well, then, how did we meet?"

Y/n sighed with a laugh. "Our moms–"

"Oh, wait wait, I remember!" he cut her off, excitedly looking towards Y/n. "Our moms are friends and they forced us to hang out." He smiled proudly and looked back to his screen as he continued scrolling for good questions. "If I'm honest, I only still hang out with you because my mom makes me."

Y/n smacked Karl's arm and he laughed but pretended to be hurt. "WHAT THE HONK, BUGSY?!"

"I can't stand you. I barely hit you, nimrod."

Karl giggled and read another one. "How tall is Bugsy? Two feet, four inches."

"No, I'm 7'6," Y/n lied easily and Karl laughed.

"How tall are you actually?"

'I think 5'10 or something? Maybe 5'11. I'm not 6' but I'm taller than you for sure, I know that much–"

"Okay, you are not taller than me. Just to be clear. Chat, Bugsy is not taller than me."

"Yes, I am. Wanna test it?"

"No," he replied quietly in defeat.

"Because you know I'm right," Y/n laughed as her eyes flicked over to read chat. They were spamming their surprise, expecting her to be short. "Yeah, no, chat, I'm tall. I'm taller than Karl."

"Only because your shoes make you tall! Doc Martens are tall and that's pretty much all you wear!"

"You're shorter than me when I'm barefoot!"

"That's literally false. Like completely."

"Just accept it, shorty."

"I'll accept that you're taller than George and Sapnap, but not me. I'm barely taller than you but I'm still taller."

"Whateverrrr. I'll move on to protect your dignity."

Karl ignored her and laughed, pointing to a message from Dream in Karl's chat.

"Dream said I have short girl energy," Y/n read.

"You kinda do."

"What does that even mean?"

"You're shy around new people and you act all sweet."

"So tall girls can't be shy and sweet? Or shy and sweet girls can't be tall?"

"Stop twisting my words," Karl groaned.

"Also, wait, what do you mean I act sweet? Am I not?"

"No, you are. But I mean you also aren't when you don't want to be. Upset Bugsy is scary Bugsy."

Y/n frowned, not recalling a time she's ever been angry or upset at Karl but she let him move on. He pointed to another tweet as he looked at Y/n, giving her an 'I told you so' look. She read it before shaking her head at him.

"Don't read that one."

"Pleeease, can I answer?"

"No!" she whisper-shouted. I don't want to be shipped with him for asking or you for answering, she mouthed so Karl's chat couldn't put together clues.

"Are you assuming I'll answer positively?" he teased, earning him a hard smack on the arm.

Y/n couldn't help but notice every time she put her hands in the frame, which was usually to hit Karl, half of the chat turned into simps requesting a hand pic because they could see her bracelets and nail polish and now that they knew she was tall they wanted to see how big her hands were. They really wanted every crumb of content they could have regarding her looks. She caught one that said something pretty kinky about her hands which she tried to scrub from her mind immediately.

"Fine," Karl sighed at her request to not read Dream's tweet out loud, instead reading another. "Bestie sleepover? Yes! Bestie sleepover! Bugsy and I are gonna cuddle all night--"

"No, we aren't. I'm sleeping on a completely different bed. Or couch. Nowhere near you."

"WHY DO YOU HATE ME?"

"Karl! Stop trying to get me to cuddle with you!" Y/n laughed as she pushed away his arms, which were trying to give her a hug. "You're a freaking heater and I don't like touching people!"

"That's my worst nightmare in a friend, how did I end up with you?"

"No idea. Deal with it. It's still a bestie sleepover even if we don't cuddle."

Karl giggled and looked back at his stream. "Oh, by the way, in case anyone ever wanted to know or was Dreaming about it, Bugsy is very cute. Just thought I'd mention it in case anyone was wondering or if anyone tweeted specifically asking..."

Y/n smacked his arm again as she yelled, "Karl!"

He grabbed his arm in dramatic pain as if it had been cut off. "Ow! Ow! Bugsy hit me!" he cried as he fell to the floor. "Oh my gosh. Someone call a doctor!"

"I cannot stand you," Y/n informed as she stared down at him. She glanced at chat, who were all joking about how bad his condition was, saying things like they might have to amputate his arm. "Chat, don't encourage him. Oh, Karl I know what we can do!"

"As long as I don't need two arms for it..." his voice still laced with fake pain.

"Karl Jacobs."

"What is it?"

"Give me a tour of Dream's SMP. Dream whitelisted me yesterday."

"Oh, yeah! What could have possibly made you think of him?" he teased as he got back in his chair.

Y/n glared at him and he cowered slightly.

"Minecraft, yes. There's a PC in the other room you can play on. Do you need help setting it up?"

"No, I've streamed once or twice," Y/n teased as she stood up.

"I'm just trying to be a good host! Gosh!"

"Wait, I have to cross over to leave the room."

"Just do it? What's the issue? Literally no problem, just walk?" he joked before zooming in his camera on his face so it took up the whole screen. Y/n laughed as she went across the room, chat now forced to look at disturbingly close footage of Karl staring directly into the camera with his eyes crossed.

Y/n called Karl on Discord after logging in. "Hi, Karl and Karl's stream."

"Are you on yet?"

"I'm logging in to my Minecraft account right now."

"Okay, join a vc on the smp discord so others can talk to us if we run into anyone. I'll be over in a minute, just give me a bit to read some donations." They both muted, leaving Y/n to herself.

She typed in the IP address to the server and joined a random voice channel that no one was in. She spawned and looked around, confused by the cobblestone wall around her. Her phone lit up so she occupied herself with the texts from Naomi.

A green figure caught her eye on the screen and she looked up. In the distance was Dream's infamous green Minecraft skin punching the air as he faced her. He ran towards her and stopped in front of her. She set her phone down and slid it away, crouching as his character did the same.

Dream whispers to you: are you streaming you whisper to Dream: no but Karl is and he's about to get on to tour me Dream whispers to you: hmmm okay here

He uncrouched and dropped a few diamond blocks before punching the air again and running away.

Dream whispers to you: shh don’t tell anyone you whisper to Dream: omg :D ty <3 you whisper to Dream: first twitch donos now mc donos you whisper to Dream: rich man over here giving out money and diamonds to everyone like it's candy Dream whispers to you: no, only to you Dream whispers to you: a little gift before our date ;) Dream whispers to you: oh and this

He came back and paused in front of Y/n before dropping a red poppy and sprinting away again. She acted cool despite the huge smile on her face.

you whisper to Dream: charming you whisper to Dream: you give me a flower and dart away before I can properly thank you Dream whispers to you: oh yeah? how would you have thanked me?

Y/n smiled, her cheeks flaming up as a dirty thought entered her mind. Stop, he's not flirting, she told herself. It’s literally a block game and he’s not flirting.

you whisper to Dream: guess we'll never know ;) KarlJacobs joined the game

"I'm back," Karl's voice filled her headset as he joined her voice channel, snapping her out of her thoughts. "Where are you?"

Y/n looked away from the chat in Minecraft and turned around in the game. "Still at spawn. Some forest and cobblestone walls."

"Go left and I'll meet you halfway."

As she ran, the Minecraft chat reappeared with new messages for everyone to see.

<Dream> hey Karl <KarlJacobs> hello Dream <Dream> thanks for answering my question on your stream <KarlJacobs> just doing my civil duty as a bugsy dream shipper <KarlJacobs> official petition for the name to be dreamsy <Dream> signed

"Oh my gosh," Y/n muttered, making Karl laugh.

"What?" Karl asked innocently, but his laugh was maniacal. "Oh, I found you. This way! I built everything on the server, by the way. So if anything is impressive, just remember that I did it."

"Karl, that's the biggest lie you've ever told me. I watch the lore videos."

"Well, I did build it all so I don't know what to tell you. Let's go this way first."

Y/n followed as he showed her stuff, including background and unknown facts about things that have happened off stream. After the tour, they messed around the chessboard. At some point, she found a blue cornflower and turned to Karl.

"Do you have an anvil?"

"I don't exactly have one on me at the moment but I think there's one over here. What for?"

She killed some chickens with her fist to gain XP so she could carry out the task in mind. "I need to name this flower I found." She followed him a few blocks away and clicked the anvil and named the flower 'love, bug'. "Okay, thanks."

"Why did you name it?"

"It's a gift for someone."

"Me?" he asked as his character jumped up and down.

"No. My presence is your gift."

"Ouch. You know, honestly, I'm really hurt by that. Like, why would you say that to me? It's just sorta rude."

"Fine, I'll go get you a flower."

"Well, I don't want it if it isn't sincere. Who's that one for?"

"...no one."

"Tell me or I'll keep complaining about not getting a gift."

"I can deal with that."

"Okay, then tell me or I'll make you sleep in my bed and I'll smother you to death with my affection."

"Ah, okay, fine. It's for Dream."

"Wow you really hate me that much!" Karl laughed.

"No, I'm just not touchy like you!" she defended. She always worried she offended Karl since he was so physically affectionate towards his friends but she just wasn't a physical person.

"Oh, speaking of Dream..." he turned and Y/n followed his characters line of sight, having to zoom in to see the green figure perched at the top of a tree.

"He's very menacing."

"He does that."

<Bugsy> come here pls dream <Bugsy> i have a gift :]

Dream ran towards Y/n and stopped in front of her expectedly. She looked at Karl then back at Dream and dropped the gift, backing up after and crouching.

His character picked it up and held it, pausing to read the name. After a moment, he slowly looked up at Y/n's character before jumping and spinning in circles. Y/n hid her smile in her sleeve even though no one could see her.

<Dream> wait lemme see the one I gave you <Bugsy> what D: <Dream> I wanna name it

"What is going on?" Karl giggled.

"Gift exchange. Mind your own business."

"Woah!" Karl gasped dramatically. "Uncalled for."

Dream came back and dropped the renamed flower for her. Y/n picked it up and hovered over it to read the name.

'host, dream'

She gasped and started punching his character. He backed up and ran away but joined the call seconds later.

"Wait! Stop hitting me!" Dream yelled into her headset.

Y/n laughed, trying to contain her smile as she continued to hit the green character. "Dream! Are you kidding? I tried being all cute and you hosted me?? In MINECRAFT??"

"It was a joke! You said something like that to Wilbur on Twitter a while ago, I was just using your humor!" Dream's giggles filled Y/n's headphones and she smiled but quickly dropped it so her voice could sound serious.

"Give it back."

Dream looked at her before letting out a small, "What?"

"Give me back the flower so I can go burn it with the other one."

"Bugsy!"

"What is going on?" Karl asked through a cackle. "Dream, did you hurt Bugsy??"

"Yes, Karl! He hurt my feelings! He gave me a flower and gave it back to name it something mean!"

Dream just laughed so Y/n punched him again.

"Dream! You can't hurt Bugsy!" Karl defended, also punching Dream.

All Y/n could hear was the sound of Dream wheezing, his character running as the two chased him. "Stop! You guys are so– STOP HITTING ME!"

"Fine," Y/n finally said, crouching and facing the ground as she walked into a corner to look like she was pouting. "I'm just not going to go on any Minecraft dates anymore."

"Wait, no," Dream protested in a soft voice, his character stopping to look at her's. "Take that back."

"Heart been broke so many times..."

"You're so stupid."

Karl gasped happily. "You guys have a Minecraft date? Can I help plan it?!"

"We did. In exchange for letting you give me the tour. But I've changed my mind since I've been so betrayed."

"Oh my gosh, you're so..." Dream trailed off but his wide smile could be heard through his voice.

"So what? Finish that sentence, Dream," Y/n dared teasingly.

"So... ANNOYING!"

"DREAM! SAY YOU'RE SORRY!" Karl yelled.

"Okay! I'm sorry! Bug, I'm so sorry. Really. Please let me... let me rename your flower something cute. It'll make you so happy that you'll fall in love with me all over again and–and we can go on our date. Please don't burn our flowers."

"And what if I don't give them to you?"

"I'll just kill you and pick them off your corpse."

"Woooooowwww. Okay, it's like that?"

"Yes, it is like that," he said through a smile. It was so apparent in his voice that he was grinning like a kid on Christmas morning.

<Ranboo> how is the tour going Bugsy was shot by Dream using DEFINITELY NOT PENIS <Ranboo> ah going well I see

Bugsy screamed in her mic as the death screen appeared. "DREAM!"

"You took too long!" He wheezed as Bugsy respawned.

"I don't know where I am!"

"Hold on, I'll avenge you!" Karl declared before he died too.

"You thought you could kill me with your fists? Karl, you're naked and I'm wearing full Netherite."

"You weren't when I started punching you! You pulled that out of thin air!"

<Ranboo> canon

Y/n smiled at Ranboo's comment. She had never talked to him but she knew he and Tubbo were close friends and he seemed really funny. He had already proved he had a dry sense of humor in the 30 minutes she was on the SMP and she loved that. Y/n made a mental note to befriend him before returning to being drama queen to Dream.

"So, Dream, now that you've made me an enemy–"

"WhAT? We are not enemies, Bug. I'm actually naming a flower something really cute as we speak. Enemies don't do that."

"Maybe I'm not your enemy but you sure are mine."

"Oh come on now," he mumbled lowly, running chills down her spine. What the hell was that?? "What do I have to do to make it up to you?"

"You-you murdered me in cold blood. Nothing will make it up."

"So I could get the flower! It was out of love! So I could give you a better present! Does that count for nothing?"

"Hm," she hummed. "We'll see what new name you come up with and then I'll decide."

Karl and Y/n got back to the chessboard and waited for Dream to return with his new flower.

Breaking character and turning towards her best friend, Y/n laughed at Karl. "Sorry for distracting from our BFF shenanigans time."

"This is way more entertaining," Karl assured. "Me and my chat got front row seats to the Dreamsy love saga."

"Shut up," she mumbled as she punched him in-game.

"OW! STOP PUNCHING ME SO MUCH!"

"Okay, okay, I'm back!!" Dream announced and they saw his figure sprinting and jumping towards them. He dropped the flower for Y/n and stepped back, crouching and standing repeatedly.

Y/n picked up the flower and hovered over it to read the name.

"Is it worthy of your forgiveness, Bugsy? Does it pass the vibe check?" Karl asked with a giggle.

Y/n bit her lip as she smiled at her screen.

to the prettiest girl in the world. love, dream <3

It was a joke, obviously. He was just continuing the joke of flirting with her like he does on Twitter just like Sapnap and Karl and George and Quackity do. They all joke about flirting with her and this was another joke.

But it still gave her tummy butterflies.

"Bug?" Dream called softly.

But why would he joke like that when neither of them were streaming? Karl's chat wouldn't see it so there was no one to point in feeding into the joke, unless he meant for Y/n to show Karl? She was overthinking. She needed to play it cool.

She also needed an enderchest so no one could find it and no one could take it away from her and destroy it but they didn’t need to know she liked it that much.

"Mmm.... it'll do."

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A/N: yeeee hope you guys liked this one! i think this is my favorite so far i just think dream was being too cute and i wanna be best friends with karl so much it hurts. we’re gonna get deeper into the dream relationship soon!! i just needed to indugle in bff karl content real quick!!!

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clementinesjourney · 3 years

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Record Shop Funk - Pt. 1 Like real people do

A.N. : Hey guys, so i had this idea yesterday, and i really hope you'll like it. <3

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT.

Words: 1,9k

Pairing: camboy!Steve x Reader, roommate!Bucky x reader, Stucky x reader (as the story goes)

Warnings: nothing yet :)

Summary: Who knew that having a secret crush, then a hearbreak will end in such a sweet thing..

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You and Bucky shared an apartment above the recordshop you both worked in. Your aunt was the owner of both, so it was a fairly good payment, and a fairly good apartment for a cheap price. It was a bright and big apartment with two bedrooms, so your decided to rent it out, all while searching for a helper to the shop downstairs. When Bucky came in applying for the job, you asked out of joke if he needs a place to live since you had seen around 5 people already and none of them felt right. His eyes lit up as he said he is in fact looking for a place. Since he was fitting for a job, and looked like a decent guy, you congratulated him on his new job, and asked if he wants to see the place today. You still had one and a half hour to close, but after it you would gladly show him the apartment.

He had nothing better to do, so he agreed to it, feeling happy about having a job he might actually like and a coworker he might actually will get along with.

-Do you drink coffee? I was thinking of getting one in the meantime. My friend works close by, and they make the best coffee in town. - He asked.

-I could go for one thank you - you smiled at him - iced cold-brew, no sugar, i'm sweet enough.. - you said with a smile.

He couldn't help but smile back at the joke. When he arrived at the café, he saw his friend Steve flirting with a girl whom he could visibly see trembling just cause he talked to her. Steve always had his way with girls, ever since the serum of course. After he broke up with Peggy, it was mostly just hookups, never finding a girl worth keeping around. Not as if they werent kind, pretty or good to him, it just never felt right. Bucky smiled at his friend, Steve immediately shifted his gaze from the girl, to a very happy Bucky.

-Did you get the job?

-Better.. I got the job, and she has a room for rent which i'll see tonight.

-Wow Bucky, i didn't know you were even better then i am.. sooo how does she look? - asked Steve with a slight wiggle of his eyebrows. He wanted Bucky to get a girl since ages and hearing this, his mind immediately ventured there.

-5'7, ginger, green eyes, freckles, curvy just the right places. why?

-Nothing Buck.. nothing.. - Steve said smirking at his friend.. Bucky never realized when he liked a girl, so he never really acted on it. He last had a woman back in the 40's.

-Sooo i know you didn't come to have chat with me, one black coffee and.. ?

-ah, iced cold-brew, no sugar..

After paying for the coffee, he hurried back to the shop, hoping to get to know his coworker a little bit better.

You thanked him for the coffee, and when you tried to pay, he refused.

-Next round's mine then. - You smiled at him with your 1000 watt smile, which again he couldn't help but smile back at.

-So tell me about you Bucky, what do you do in your freetime?

-Nothing really, just reading, spending time with my friends, kind of thats it.. I have a boring life really. What about you?

-Well, i work here, then i go home and listen to music, cook, god i love to cook, thats a big pro for the apartment.. just saying. - you said with a playful wink. - besides that nothing much. Sometimes i go to a nearby bar with my friends maybe concerts and thats it.

-I like washing dishes if that helps with the application for the room. - he said with a shy laugh which made your heart skip a beat.

- It sure does.. Do you leave your stuff around?

-No i'm a tidy person.. thank you very much. - he said cockily (just for the sake of being funny really).

-Okay okay, if you like it you can have the room, just promise to tell if you bring up a girl so i can leave. The walls are kind of thin.

-It's okay, i don't really...

-Oh um i'm sorry, i didn't meant to intrude, it just something i would really like everyone to add to their rental contracts. - you chuckled embarassed.

-Noo no, it's okay, i'm not embarassed by it. I guess i don't want hook ups, if one day there's someone i'll tell in advance.

-yea me too, i promise. If you end up renting it anyway haha. on that note it's time to close so i can show the room in a min.

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When you opened the door to the apartment Buckyquietly took in it all. It was really bright, white walls with paintings all over the walls, plants in every corner or shelf you can put one on, a comfy looking mustard couch, aztec-y rug under the coffeetable, and a wall fully shelved, filled with books and little trinkets, it looked like a home he never had a chance to have. The livingroom had an american kitchen on the side, island in the middle of the kitchen area, it was white, and blue which reminded him of greece, down the hallway you showed him the bathroom which of course had a lot of plants that liked the atmosphere of a bathroom, a shower in the corner and a bathtub under the window. You then showed the empty room he could rent out. It only had a shelf and a wardrobe, and a queen sized bed. No decorations, no signs of anybody ever living there. You then pointed to the room the opposit of what could possibly be Bucky's in the future, saying that is yours. You didn't show your room, he wasn't gonna go in there anyway, and showing your most private space on the first day didn't seem like a good idea either. You then invited him out to the balcony, watching the setting sun, smoking a cigarette.

-So thats about it, what do you think?

-I really like it, and i mean.. my workplace is pretty close so thats a plus, also you said something about cooking all the time.. sooo if it's alright with you i would love to rent it out.

-It's settled then roomie. I'll give you the keys, you can move in whenever you want to. Tomorrow we are closed, so maybe that would be ideal.

-Yea, then tomorrow it is then. I'll ask my friend to help, then we can maybe hang a bit if you're free.

-Sure, i have nothing planned, and it's good to know who i'll be living with. - you said with a smile.

Before closing the door, you said your goodbyes, and you realized what did you just do, after he wished you good night with a killer halfsmile that almost had your knees buckle. You just agreed to living together with possibly the most handsome man you've ever seen who is also your new coworker, so you will basically spend most of your time with him.. Guess we'll see how this goes you thought to yourself.

Morning came soon enough, you were sitting out on the balcony when you saw Bucky arrive with a very tall, just as handsome man, carrying boxes of books, and bags of clothing. Bucky looked up at the balcony, waving towards you, you waved back, then moved to open the front door before going back out to the balcony, resuming your coffee and smoke.

When they finished bringing all Bucky's stuff in, it was already midday, so you decided you'd order pizza for all of you, as in like a welcome present.

-Hey guys, i'm thinking of ordering pizza, what kind would you like?

-Oh (y/n) you don't have to. - said Bucky, earning a smirk from Steve as he looked back and forth between you two.

- Noo i insist, today won't be the day i'll start to slowly kill you with my cooking. - you said giggling a bit.

- Whatever's fine peach. - said Steve with a wink, that you decided was just out of friendlyness. You didn't veen knew his name, and he seemed like a lady's man anyways. Not really your type no matter how handsome and muscular he is.

- Steve, by the way, nice to meet you.

-(Y/n), likewise. - you shook his hand.

When the pizzas arrived you called them to the kitchen, listening to all their shared stories from their early years. They seemed like really close friends, and genuinely good people. You had a really great time. It was nearly 9 pm when Steve left, for saving a dame from dying cause of boredom he said. You and Bucky chuckled, then he let him out, closing the door, locking it for the night.

-I guess i have some packing to do, so.. good night (y/n).

-Good night Bucky, if you need anything just knock. - you said with a smile, and he couldn't help but smile back. He felt at peace. He had Steve, now he had a job, and a room to make a home of, and you as a new addition. You were so kind, so eager to help if he needed anything, he loved how the scent of raspberries and flowers lingered in the apartment mixed with coffee and cigarette smoke. It seemed to have a calming effect on him.

You heard a soft knock half an hour later. WHen you opened the door you saw a smiling Bucky, awkwardly scratching the back of his head.

- Hey, um.. sorry. I forgot i didn't bring a blanket, could i borrow one until i get my own?

-Yea sure, i'll get one in a min. - You said, leaving the door open, letting him see a bit of "you" while you were searching for your spare blanket in your wardrobe. The room really was you. White, with mustardy curtains on the window, plants everywhere, books piled up here and there, a really comfy looking bed, pictures of you and your friends on the walls. And damn, your room smelled even more like you. If he wouldn't pay attention your scent would lure him into your room and never let him leave he thought.

-There you go. - you handed him the blanket smiling.

-Thank you very much.

Then he stood there for a moment drinking in the sight of you in front of him. You were wearing an oversized tshirt, that ended just around the middle of your thighs, hair in a messy bun, no makeup. He could swear he thought you were pretty before, but seeing you as you were made him fancy you even more.

With a small smile you told him goodnight again, then closed the door in his face.

You could hear his little laugh on the other side of the door, then his door closing. For the first time in months he didn't wake up in the middle of the night, and he didn't had a nightmare either. He was afraid he would, and then he would wake you up with his screaming, but looks like the blanket which smelled just like you calmed him enough.

After waking up because the rays of sunshine on his face, he smiled to himself guess i'll wait with getting my own blanket then...

#bucky x reader #bucky x you #bucky barnes #steve x reader #steve rogers x reader #steve rogers #recordshopfunk

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thewritetofreespeech · 3 years

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MC + Cursed Toddler-fied Boys

prompt: All the boys suffer the same fate as Satan by reading ‘The Forbidden Book of Toddlerization’

Lucifer

You have to wonder why they kept so many cursed books around, just out like this. You would think, like any normal person, with this continuing to happen, that they would keep them locked up or something. But no. They just leave them out for anyone to find….

“I’m going to the meeting!” Lucifer yelled, stamping his foot. His face twist in a petulant frown. It would be rather adorable, if you hadn’t been arguing with him for the past 20 minutes

“Lucifer, we talked about this. You can’t go to the meeting. You need to stay here.”

“No! I wanna go to the meeting! It’s very important and everyone is counting on me!” His arms are wailing now as he stamped his foot more.

Of course, you couldn’t let him go to the first of the month meeting like this. His pride would be wounded beyond compare if anyone else saw him like this. But reasoning with him wasn’t working. You had to resort to more, unsavory tactic to win. “But the meeting was cancelled. Lord Diavolo called earlier to let me know.”

Lucifer stopped stamping his feet and waving his arms to look at you with a vacant expression you didn’t know he could muster. “Really?”

Gods help you. “Yes, really.”

He seemed to think about this for a moment before he beamed, “ok!” His mood instantly brightening. “I believe you, because [Y/N] would never lie to me.” ‘Forgive me Lucifer’ You think to yourself. “What are we gonna do instead then?”

“Why don’t we play a game instead to pass the time? Would you like that?”

“I know chess!” He exclaimed loudly. “Let’s play that.”

Of course, knowing and being good at it were two different things. In this state you were actually able to beat Lucifer several times. When he retuned to normal the day was ‘conveniently’ put away for sometime after.

Mammon

“Mammon. Please. I’ll just be gone for a minute.”

“Nooooooo!” Mammon wailed when you tried to get up again. Clinging to your waist tightly to keep you on the couch. “Onii-chan said you had to stay with me! Stay with me! Stay with me!”

After reading The Forbidden Book of Toddlerization, Mammon had, of course, reverted to the personality of a small child. His brother made fun of him, say ‘what’s the difference’, but Lucifer knew that this could be a disaster if he was set to wander free in this state across the Devildom. So he sat you to babysit him.

“Mammon, I promise I’ll be right back. I’m just going to get us some snacks for our movie.”

“Then let me come with you!” He whined, still clinging to you. In this state it seemed he had also taken on the personality of a baby duck. Imprinting on you and following you around everywhere you went in his room. He hadn’t left you alone for 5 seconds since he got this way. “I promise I’ll be good!”

“It’s not a question of you being good or bad Mammon-chan.” He liked to be called Mammon-chan right now. “It’s that you need to stay here. If someone sees you like this well…they could use it to tease you.”

“No…I don’t want to be teased anymore….” His voice was low, and sad. His bright eyes looking on the verge of tears, like kids do when they’re said, before he buried his face into your side. “Mammon-chan doesn’t want to be made fun of anymore. Mammon-chan also doesn’t want to be alone anymore.”

You sigh. Unable to argue with him when he was like this. Your hand lifted to pet his head, which he seemed to appreciate, before you text Satan to bring you some snacks. He was always reliable and would do it for you.

Once the affects of the book had worn off, Mammon denied any of this happening. The mere mention would cause his face to turn red and yell about how, “that didn’t happen!” You almost wish you had taken a video of it to show him. Guess you would just have to keep Mammon-chan forever in your heart.

Levi

You went to Levi’s room after class to check on him in his….condition.

Since he did remote learning a lot of the time, being an otaku, it was pretty easy to keep him away from people so they did see him in the current state he was in. Apparently as a toddler he didn’t like being around people either.

So, you had set him up comfortably in his room before heading to class. Promising to come back that afternoon to be with him.

“Levi! I’m back! How are you—what are you doing?!?!”

“Playing with my toys.” Levi replied, with an obvious expression, as a sea of toys stretch out in front of him where he laid on his belly on the floor.

Your brain stopped. Completely at a loss for words. Levi was going to kill you when he returned to normal, because toddler-Levi, left unattended, had unboxed nearly all of his figurines from their packaging. Some of which were incredibly rare, and unable to get anymore.

“I just…I mean…Why?? Why would you do this??”

“They’re my toys.” Levi replied with a pout. Sitting up. “I can do what I want with them. What’s the point in having neat toys if you aren’t going to play with them??”

He did have a point there. But adult-Levi was going to be so mad!

“Do you want to play with me?” The demon asked with a hopeful expression. “You can even be blue Ruri-chan.” The limited edition, color swap Ruri-chan from 1999. He was gonna blow a gasket!

“Yeah. Ok.” But then again, when were you ever going to be able to touch them again.

As expected, Levi totally lost it when he came to his senses. Of course, there was no one to blame but himself, in the end, so he just had to be upset and mope alone. Thankfully, none of them were broken or beyond just out of their originally packaging. He bought them all clear showcase boxes for his ‘ruined’ figurines. Some of them he could rebuy to replace; which seemed to make him happy to have two.

Satan

It had been hours since the affects of the book had taken ahold of Satan. You were starting to wonder if they would ever wear off.

Lucifer had left in search of another book, one that might help speed the process along, and left his younger brother in your care. Of course you were happy to help, but you were getting nervous you would never see the old Satan again.

“[Y/N]-chan?” You look up from your phone, waiting for Lucifer to text you back, to see the blonde demon looking timidly at you from around the corner.

“What is it Satan?”

“Would you….read to me?” His hands holding out the small children’s book he had some how found in the piles of books covering his room.

You smile softly at him. Your heart warmed by his request. “Of course,” you tell him, and the demon scampered over to sit on the bed beside you. His long legs and body tucked neatly into you as he waited for you to tell him the story of a little lost chicken and it’s journey back home. “[Y/N] tells the best stories!”

After 3 stories, he had fallen asleep. When he woke up, Satan was back to normal. He doesn’t answer your questions on where the children’s books had come from, but you spot the red & gold spines on his book shelves sometimes.

Asmo

There was no denying that Asmo was fascinated by art and all things beautiful. He went on and on about it any chance he got. So you shouldn’t have really been surprised when his toddlerfied self just wanted to draw all day.

“Look, look [Y/N]-chan! I finished another one!”

“That’s great Asmo.” You praise. Just like you had done with all the other ones he had handed to you. “Wow! This is really great! Is that a….chicken?”

“No, silly! That’s the white horse for our carriage when we get married!” The demon beamed, then shuffled over on his knees to instruct you on his picture properly. “That’s you, and that’s me. That’s the princess carriage that’s going to ride us off into the sunset. That’s Solomon and Simeon throwing flowers at us. That’s my brothers crying because I got to marry [Y/N]-chan and they didn’t.”

“You certainly seem to have all the parts here.” You praise. Giggling at his enthusiasm and picture.

“I want to have a perfect picture of when we get married. Because I love [Y/N]-chan! And we’re gonna get married and live happily ever after.” He replied, with certainty, with a smile.

“Well, I’ll be glad for that. Why don’t you draw me our perfect house for after we get married?” Asmo scampered off and did just that.

When Asmo came to, and back to his normal self, he took all the pictures he had drawn and framed them. Forcing his brothers and Solomon to take a tour of his mini-art gallery. The piece ‘Marriage of Two Bonded Souls’ was met with some controversy.

Beel

Beel, in his younger days, seemed to have boundless energy. Or you at least had to assume he did, because ever since he had read that stupid book he had been running around.

Lucifer had told you to take him outside. Irritated at hearing his large feet clump around the house, but trying not to show it since it wasn’t his fault. He even let you both take Cerberus outside to help run Beel out. It would be good for the pup too. Get some exercise, he said.

That had been sometime ago, and it seemed baby-Beel and Cerberus were an even match in energy. They had been running around, chasing each other, and play fighting in the back yard all afternoon. You were tired just watching them.

“Beel! Do you want to come in? I think it’s time for a break.”

Both Beel and Cerberus pop their heads up, in a comical and adorable unison head tilt, before jogging over to you. “Break time means snack time right?!”

You chuckle a little. Somethings never changed. “I brought some apple slices & peanut butter for you, for now. We can get you something bigger when we go inside.”

Beel grinned and sat in the grass with the container. “I like apple slices!”

“You do hn?” You don’t think you’ve seen Beel eat an actual fruit on its own. It was usually attached to, baked in, or covered in something, to get him to eat it.

“Yep! They’re crunchy and sweet. Just like you! Though, I guess you aren’t crunchy. Do you want one of my apple slices [Y/N]?”

You blush a little at Beel’s bright, unwavering expression. How could he look so innocent while still looking like that?

He finished his apple slices, minus one, before asking if he could go play again. You let him, but then all of a sudden he spotted playing with Cerberus and stood straight up. Seeming confused on how he got out here and what was going on. “Did I eat an apple? I haven’t had one since….do you think we have more in the kitchen?”

Belphie

It was honestly hard to tell if Belphie was under the spell of the forbidden book or not. He’d been asleep for most of the time; which was not uncommon for him. Then he would wake up and whine a little about something; again, not uncommon for him. Then he would take another nap.

You had figure out that he was still under it’s spell by the requests he was making when he woke up. Juice boxes. More plushies. His ‘blankie’. Eventually it would run its course though, and Belphie would be back to his own sleepy eyed, grown up self. “[Y/N]?”

You walk over to the bed when the demon called your name. The boy half sitting up, but still tucked under his covers. “What is it Belphie?”

“I can’t sleep.” He stated. Which seemed ridiculous since he had been sleeping most of the day. “I miss Lilli. And Be-be. Can you sleep with me?”

You blink at little at the request. You supposed it made since. Kids often wanted someone to sleep with them, so they didn’t have bad dreams or could keep them safe. Maybe that’s why he had been sleeping so much. Because he hadn’t been sleeping well, just sleep.

“Sure Belphie. I’ll lay down with you.” The demon smiled softly, sleepy, before he scooted over to give you some space to lay next to him.

He slept for a while this last time. Clinging onto you in his sleep, with a soft smile on his face. When he woke up, it seemed he was back to normal. “Gosh [Y/N]. If you wanted to sleep with me, all you had to do was ask. You didn’t have to trick me with that lame book.”

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dameronology · 3 years

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it's no use, i just do {bucky barnes}

'if i just wanted someone to hold, then really anyone would do/i'd close my eyes and really try not to turn them into you, but it's no use, i just love you' - no use i just do, hayley williams

(a.k.a: the one where bucky needs a hug, but specifically from you)

eugh more bucky stuff from my drafts? yes. i think so. truth be told, I started writing this like 3 months ago (whenever flowers for vases came out) but it's been sat collecting dust. enjoy :-)

- jazz xx

p.s this is spoiler free!

The nights were always hardest for Bucky Barnes.

The dark always reminded him of the furthest corners of his mind; the ones holding his worst memories, skeletons collecting dust, rotting away until he forgot about them completely or forced them out with intensive therapy. Both were options that he was completely dreading - so he forced them down, forced them to the back and did everything within his power to ignore. It was easy enough during the day, when he was surrounded by his friends, occupied by work and the buzz of New York City.

Then the sun went away, and with the rising of the moon came the echoes and ghosts of Winter Soldier's past. Thanks to the likes of Netflix and YouTube, the modern world was filled with enough things to distract Bucky from the grips of his own mind. Sometimes it worked, sometimes it didn't.

And tonight was one of the nights where it didn't. Every time he shut his eyes - squeezed them shut and gripped onto his thin blankets like a flimsy anchor to the present - he got flashbacks. Reminders of the things he'd done and the people he'd hurt. They always had the same look in their eyes, whenever they flashed into his mind. He couldn't see it then, but now he could feel again, he knew it was fear. The same look he had in his eyes every time he was clamped into a chair and forced to have the last remaining ounce of his humanity wiped.

Bucky's hold-ups about his feelings for you seemed almost comical compared to the problems he dealt with then. But he could feel more now, which meant his brain was so hyperaware of every little thing he felt for you; love, attachment, fear. All things that were enough to send him into a spiral, even if the feeling of your arms around him and lips meshed against his was the first reminder of his humanity since nineteen-forty-fucking-five.

Distance had felt like the answer. Cutting you out completely and acting like he hadn't fallen into your bed every night for six months seeking comfort. It was kind of a dick move, but it was one you understood. Actually, no, it wasn't, because you didn't understand a single thing the man ever fucking did. That's probably why you'd let him go so easily - people came and went. Maybe he was just supposed to be the latter.

How was it going, you ask? Given that Bucky had elbowed his way into your apartment complex at 3AM and was pacing outside your front door - pretty fucking terribly. Normally, he wasn't that bad at resisting the urge to seek you out, but tonight had been hard. Too hard. His hands were still shaking, shirt still sticking to his back with sweat. The nightmares had been...visual, to say the least. He felt like a monster, and you were the only person he trusted enough to convince him otherwise.

"Hey, dumbass. I have a Ring doorbell - what the fuck are you doing out there?"

Bucky jumped at the sound of your voice. Technology: 1. Barnes: 0.

The front door swung open, revealing a tired-looking you. Your hair was pushed back off your face, large nightshirt swamping your body. He knew you got mad when your beauty sleep was interrupted, but you got even madder when he suffered in silence.

"I..." Bucky trailed off.

"Nightmares. I know." You stepped aside. "Come in."

You didn't push any further, or berate him for his radio silence over the last few weeks. He was grateful for that. You were the only person who didn't ask so many questions all the time. Bucky didn't mind talking, but recounting his entire life story to Sam Wilson whilst they drove to Walmart wasn't his idea of fun.

Your apartment still felt homier than his. The walls were covered in photos of you and your friends and family, and shitty little drawings done by your various, younger relatives. Your fridge had postcards and letters hung on it, and there was clutter all over the kitchen counter. The thousands of pillows piled high on your sofa were practically a safe haven. There was a soft scent of vanilla hanging in the air from all your little diffusers, making him smile slightly.

"You got new curtains?" Bucky helplessly pointed to your window.

"How very observant of you." You placed a hand on his arm as you brushed past him. "What's going on, Buck?"

"With my life, or just tonight?"

"I don't think we have time for the first one." You fell onto the sofa. "Sit."

He took a seat beside you; not on you, but close enough so that your knees were touching. "Every time I close my eyes, I remember."

"That wasn't you." You gently reminded him, reaching out to push his hair back. "Not then and not now."

"I still did it though." He held his hands out in front of him. "These are the hands that killed innocent people. This is the brain that felt no empathy or remorse."

"No." You firmly said. "Those are the hands that fought in Wakanda, for the good fight. This is the brain that comes up with the worst jokes I've ever heard and regularly forgets to buy toilet roll."

His blue eyes wavered from the floor, capturing your gaze. He suddenly fell back against you, wrapping his arms around your waist and burying his head in your chest. Everybody else went out their way to make him seem like a monster or a saint - but you? You just made him seem like a human. There wasn't a single perfect one of those. Steve Rogers probably came close, but he was a fucking terrible driver.

"I..." Bucky trailed off. He knew what he wanted to say. Just didn't have the courage to verbalise it. "I appreciate you."

"I know." You murmured, carding a hand through his hair.

Bucky had gone to therapy. He'd taken up exercise (and boxercise and jazzercise) and yoga. He'd tried those stupid fucking cleansing smoothies that his neighbour had sold him - at the time, he had yet been introduced to the idea of multilevel marketing schemes - and gone to meditation classes. None of it worked. Not for a single second.

Then you came in the picture, and he began to see colour etched into the edges of an otherwise black and white world. Where there had been nightmares and flashbacks, he'd found a peaceful night's sleep and pleasant dreams (normally of you, truth be told). The simplicity of it was what made it so complex - because he didn't understand it. Couldn't get his head around the fact that you actually, genuinely wanted to help him.

And he knew it wasn't just your touch or the softness of your skin against his. He'd tried it - sleeping with strangers and staying around the morning after to cuddle. Anything to find human contact with the emotion and the commitment; the very two components that were the secret ingredients to the two of you working so fucking nicely.

"Thank you." Bucky murmured.

"For what?"

"For just..." He glanced up at you, blue eyes holding an emotion you couldn't quite place, "treating me like everyone else. Like a normal person."

"You are a normal person." You softly smiled. "Maybe with a little more baggage, but to the right person, that won't matter."

"Does it matter to you?"

"That's a trap." You thinned your eyes at him. "But no, it doesn't."

He tightened his grip on you, the fear and anxiety draining from his soul. He knew now more than ever that the comfort didn't come from the way he was being held, or the way he was being spoken to. It was who was holding him, and who was speaking to him. You came out on top, every time.

That was why it worked.

It was you. And there was nothing he could do about it.

#bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes x you #bucky barnes imagine #bucky barnes imagines #bucky barnes x gn!reader #bucky barnes fluff #avengers x reader #avengers x you #avengers imagine #avengers imagines #marvel x y/n #marvel imagine #marvel imagines

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warmau · 3 years

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"i don't even like bugs."

jaemin shrugs as he shows his intern pass to the security of the front gates of the botanical garden

he mentions that you're accompanying him today as a visitor and you smile at the guard who pays you two half a gaze

"well i mean - they're butterflies not like cockroaches or anything so have some optimism?"

you don't argue, among your group of friends jaemin is kind of the symbol of optimism. sometimes it's misguided - like now - but you don't want to put a damper on his mood

after all, he's actually here to do a job

you are here on a summer assignment you have to complete for a photography elective you added to your uni program for the next semester

"nature photography" was the highlight of the project, everyone had been emailed a subject to take pictures of while off from school

you had expected maybe the beach, or flowers, or even tourists walking around in floppy hats

when you'd opened the professor's email and saw "butterflies" you had not been thrilled

but you were lucky enough to know that jaemin had scored his current internship at the botanical gardens, and while he was working with his weirdly favorite thing in the world - fungi

he could also get you access to the butterfly garden, a large indoor space for the various breeds of butterflies from around the world, before it officially opened to the public

"the pavilion is over there, i think renjun will be able to let you in."

jaemin says, pointing down a hill lined by pretty bushes that leads to a glass structure at the bottom

you turn to ask if he wants to meet for lunch, but he's already jogging in the opposite direction

you sigh, fishing your camera out of your bag - which is something you've borrowed from your parents because 'iphone photos are not allowed'

they're just butterflies like jaemin said, they're like...cute bugs.

you tell yourself as you get closer, turning the camera on and then coming to a pause in front of the glass doors that have a clear padlock on them

you loop around and try to find 'renjun' - but no one is in sight

secretly a little relieved that you don't have to go inside right away, you try to find a part of the glass structure where you can possibly get a nice shot of some of the butterflies from outside

a lot of the vines and flowers get in the way, so you struggle until finally, you find a spot that's open and peers right into the middle of the enclosed garden

you can see the butterflies, little splashes of colors that fly past you - magnificent oranges, reds, and blues

you admit they're pretty

but they're even prettier because they're not near you

and then something - no someone - comes into your frame

his narrow shoulders are engulfed by an oversized plaid shirt, sleeves rolled up by the elbows.

over the shirt is a gardening apron and on his hands are a pair of worn-out gloves

his profile is hidden by the dark hair that falls in a curtain and ends in a tickle at his jawline.

one, bright streak of bleach blonde runs through the black.

he reaches out to touch a half-bloomed flower and you watch as the butterflies float on by him

you nearly drop the camera when he turns and locks his gaze with your own

is that renjun? if so im going to kill jaemin! he didn't tell me he was so infuriatingly pretty!

without knowing how to talk to him through the glass, and because the words disintegrate in your mouth, you point to the camera

"jaemin's friend?"

oh, you can hear through the glass

"ye-yeah!"

"one second."

the sound of a click and some scuttling turns your attention toward where the door to the garden opens for a swift second, just enough for renjun to step through, before it closes again

probably to make sure none of the butterflies get out

you grip your camera and when renjun doesn't move, you make the small trip over to him

"jaemin said you're here for a project."

renjun speaks and his voice is softer when it isn't muffled through glass

"for my photography class in the fall, my subject is butterflies."

"what kind?"

your eyes get a little wider with confusion

"what kind?" you parrot

renjun's neutral expression doesn't change

"what kind of butterflies? there are over seventeen thousand species of butterflies - we might not have the species you are looking for."

"i-" you stammer, wondering for a split second if renjun is joking around, "there isn't a specific species it's just....all of them?"

renjun tilts his head as if that notion doesn't really make sense to him, but shrugs and turns toward the door again

"im going to open it quickly so just follow me."

you make a sound of agreement, but when renjun pulls the handle and steps inside.....and you can't move.

the door closes behind him with a sound that makes you jump and renjun turns to stare at you through the glass with a furrowed brow

"what are you doing?"

he doesn't bother opening the door again and you shake your head as a shiver runs through your shoulders

"a-actually is it ok if i stay out here?"

"i thought you needed to take photos?"

"i can take them from here - this lens is r-really good."

renjun doesn't seem to be buying your excuse, but he checks his watch and nods, before disappearing back into the middle of the indoor garden

you take a second to try and figure out what happened - am i scared of going inside? is it the butterflies or is it renjun?

you decide it's the butterflies.

renjun's just a boy - you aren't scared of that, but the thought of being somewhere covered with bugs

pretty bugs or not

is kind of ..... scary.

you pick your camera back up and circle back to your original spot

although renjun is nowhere in the focus, you are delighted to see some butterflies have come to nestle among the plants in view

you bring up the camera and take some shots

one butterfly is sitting directly on the leaves - big grayish, blue wings spread open and engulfed in the sunlight that shines through the glass

you zoom in on it, capturing the full expanse of the wings that stand out on the green

you get so invested you hardly notice the door open up again and then a voice speaks from behind your shoulder

"it's a pseudozizeeria maha."

you don't turn around and just stare at the butterfly still

"a wha- what?"

"a pale grass blue. they're native to south asia but are really common here too. they were first discovered by vincenz kollar, an austrian entomologist."

the sentence nearly makes you dizzy, but you thank renjun for the information

not seeing the small shy smile that casts over his lips when you do

you want to turn and show him the shot you took, but he's already stepping past you to the other side of the pavilion

the time sort of slips away from you before you can check it again and you only leave when jaemin comes jogging down from the greenery to whisk you off for lunch

"should we invite ren-"

you start, but jaemin is already twinkling eyes and nonstop talking about all the fun fungi he's spent his day with.

when you're back home you start to look through the photos you took

most of them aren't super great and the shine of the sun reflects on the glass

you know the only way you're going to get a perfect shot (or at least an acceptable one for this dumb summer project) is if you go inside the actual butterfly garden

sighing, you click to the last shot and are surprised to see that in the far left corner you see renjun's hand - gloved and in the palm of it is a small butterfly that has landed just in time for your shutter to go off

the rest of renjun is out of focus so you can't even see his, very pretty, face

isn't it weird, that he can be around them so easily and im so scared?

you zoom in a bit and wonder how nice it would have been to get a clear photo of the moment. that would be something you could definitely submit to your professor.

before any more thoughts of renjun can float through your mind, your phone pings and you look to see jaemin's contact name

did you get your shot? you can come with me on my next shift if you want to take more photos

you type back a reply before you can even think of it in your head

really? then I'll tag along :) want to take some more photos

jaemin confirms and then sends another paragraph talking about mushrooms and leaves and plants

and you giggle because he's funny and passionate, and also

guess i might see renjun again?

it's hotter than you can put into words the next time you show up at the butterfly garden

you're standing outside in the absolute sweltering heat and maybe the thought of possible colder temperatures inside the pavilion are tempting

plus - renjun is in there - he had waved at you when he saw you standing outside again

this time his apron thrown over a short sleeve shirt and some long jeans

he had motioned toward the door but you had just played off that you were ok outside. burning alive or whatever.

you found the same spot as before, wiping the sweat from your forehead before lifting the camera up in hopes of catching a good picture

but all you see through the lens was renjun, who'd taken the time to roll up the sleeves of his shirt and had seemingly abandoned the heavy apron somewhere inside

his longer hair had been clipped back and he was reaching down to heave a bag of soil up and over his shoulder

oh my god. oh my god. oh my god.

you are caught between taking a photo and just aiming your lens somewhere else out of embarrassment

either way, renjun doesn't seem to notice and continues working, saving you from the horror that would be seeing him turn and stare back at you

but this somehow goes on for the entire time you're there

you go to snap a photo, but renjun is somewhere in the frame

it must just be bad luck and timing

but by the time you're sitting at the garden's cafe with jaemin after his shift and you're going through your photos

all of them have renjun in them somehow

"woah i thought your project was butterflies not huang renjun's?"

jaemin jokes, sipping his iced coffee with an overly excited wiggle of his eyebrows

"shuttup - i just....it's because i am taking them from the outside, i need to figure out a way to get inside and just take the photo and be done with it!"

jaemin outstretches his hand

"gimmie your camera, ill go take one"

you snatch the camera off the table and vehemently shake your head

"no. the last time i trusted you with something expensive, you broke it in the first five minutes."

"hey! i thought ipads were waterproof nowadays like technology really hasn't come that far?"

you roll your eyes in response, to which jaemin sticks out his tongue and then claps his hands together in revelation

"why not ask renjun to take the photo?"

"because i don't know him that we-"

with a dismissive wave of his hand jaemin cuts you off

"he's not a stranger - i know him! if i know him, you know him. plus renjun is super careful and responsible - he's my age and ive already heard some of the directors talking about how they'd hire him as more than an intern if he wasn't still in university!"

wow, i mean i always got the impression he was mature, but...

"c'mon, i bet he'll say yes too! he's really nice!"

finally agreeing and promising jaemin you'll ask renjun when you come back to the garden again

you pretend the nervous feeling in your stomach is just because you don't know renjun that well

not because you also happen to think he's breathtaking to look at - and that it's going to be hell trying to explain to someone who knows so much about insects that you're too scared to go inside and take a measly little photo of them

you find yourself at home, with your laptop open, googling species of butterflies because you think you should at least pick one and ask renjun if he can possibly take a photo of that one

maybe your effort will make the conversation easier

maybe he'll like that i know the latin name for a - what was it? gonepteryx cleopatra?

of course, the next time jaemin brings you along - and abandons you with a thumbs up for his mushrooms and fungi - you are frozen still at the entrance of the butterfly garden

like a broken machine - you just re-read the sign over and over again - announcing that the garden will be finally open to the public in a week

and you nearly short circuit when someone clears their throat behind you

turning around, it's of course renjun, and he's giving you a weird look that is already making this whole situation bad

"h-hey renjun-"

"do you want to go inside with me today?"

you swallow and think you should really just suck it up and go inside. the butterflies aren't going to sting, bite, or eat you - but

"a-actually i wanted to ask you does the garden have any.....any um....gonep- um whats the word gonepetry? gonepetri? um-"

without a beat renjun finishes the sentence for you

"gonepteryx cleopatra's? no, those butterflies favor the mediterranean so getting them here is hard."

"right...well actually i was wondering"

renjun blinks

"oh and you can call them cleopatra's if you want. but unfortunately no, i don't have any in the garden."

god ok, how do i pivot this conversation...

"oh that's cute, um actually i also have a question-"

he waits expectingly and for some odd reason as the second's tick by he gets cuter and you get quieter and it is just a huge mess

and you think you should just book it and let renjun think you're a weirdo

when you finally lift up your camera and take a breath

"do you think you could take the photo of a butterfly for me?"

his brown eyes widen

"oh - like the photo for your project?"

"y-yeah. it's just......im really scared to go in there...bugs are not my thing. i know it's pathetic and they're just butterflies but-"

you look down and the sun and renjun's gaze are getting too heavy to handle

"but i just don't know if i can even focus when there are so many flying around....does that make sense?"

the beat of silence that follows is almost miserable but renjun just points behind him and says

"follow me."

the next thing you know you are trying to keep up with him as he walks past the butterfly garden and down a path hugged by greenery

it's way past where you've ever been and you ask renjun where he's going

only for him to insist you hurry up a little bit

before you know it you are both standing in front of a large, open iron gate, and behind it are rows and rows and rows of rose bushes

they range in color and size and the smell that permeates the air is so lovely you suddenly feel like you're in a fairytale

renjun leans closely to inspect a couple and then stops in front of a bush adorned in the brightest pink roses you must have ever seen in your life

"butterflies are attracted to roses, the colors are vibrant and they pollinate them."

"b-butterflies pollinate? like bees?"

renjun laughs, the sound adds to the almost dreamy vibe - with the way it sounds like the lightest piano keys

"yes and look - i can understand that you'd be scared of being inside a place full of butterflies, but here in the rose garden there are only a couple here and there."

he squats down and cups the petals of a flower with such a gentleness

you follow and are surprised to see a butterfly, with bright blue wings, nestled in the center of the rose

renjun flicks his eyes to your camera bag and you immediately understand why he's brought you here

without making too much noise you get your camera out and steady the lens - just one butterfly does not intimidate you like being in a glass, enclosed pavillion full of hundreds

so you can take the photo easily - though just as you click the shutter makes a noise and the butterfly takes off

you pout and look up to see if renjun is startled by the sudden escape of the focus of your photograph

when you gasp and see that another butterfly, this one a bright orange has settled on the tip of renjun's nose

without missing the moment - you raise the camera

and snap another photo, not taking the time to adjust the zoom or anything

just wanting to capture the little miracle

the butterfly seems to recognize renjun's pretty face is not a flower, not that you fault the butterfly for thinking that it was

as it flaps its wings and goes in search of another rose

you brighten up when you look at the preview on your camera

no blur or sun glare! it's a perfect shot!

and you lean close to renjun to show him and he leans in too

and the centimeter distance only dawns on the two of you when you look up and renjun has already turned his attention on you two

a heat spreads up your face, as it does renjun's and you both pull back from the scalding feeling

"i-"

"sorry-"

shooting back up to your feet you kind of wobble in this moment of awkwardness and then renjun asks

"will you use that photo for your project?"

"oh - if you don't want me to i won't, i think i can use the other-"

"you can use it."

he rubs his arm and then locks his gaze back on you

"but does this mean you won't come back to the gardens anymore?"

i guess since my project is done, he's right. i don't have any excuse to come and bother him by loitering around anymore.

you pull your bottom lip between your teeth and give a little shrug

"probably, jaemin's internship ends soon too so-"

"then would you be ok with seeing me- well-"

renjun flusters

which is somehow a shocking different from his usual blank expression of utter handsomeness. the stark difference is loveable and you almost have to stop yourself from falling over.

"well what i mean is would you want to maybe see me - outside of the garden.....like not here but somewhere else?"

"to hangout?"

you grip your camera and renjun half nods, but then you can see he's trying to think of the right word

"yes to hangout and like....but different, like a different kind of hangout."

confusion settles on your face and you are about to ask what he means exactly when someone burst between you two

"there you two are! sorry, was i interrupting renjun asking you on a date?"

jaemin's voice manages to echo even though you're all outside

and you push him playfully as renjun rids himself of jaemin's body weight and huffs

"aren't you supposed to be looking at toadstools are something jaemin?"

"first of all, toadstools are unscientific and not the correct term for a class of mushrooms. so mind your manners, and second - why would i want to miss the exciting moment where you too finally agree to go out!"

you catch renjun's gaze and it's as big and as wide as yours

"w-was that what you were asking, if i would go on a date with you?"

the words shock you ask they spill from your mouth

renjun nods, slowly, and then casts a look at jaemin

"yes. before this one interrupted."

jaemin looks between you two as if he is guilty of nothing

for a second you forget about him and then nod back

"y-yes id love to!"

renjun's face softens and he's about to ask for your number when jaemin claps his hands and the sound probably rattles the earth underneath you three

"amazing! this is truly a moment to remember!"

you and renjun both lurch at him and he laughs as you two tell him to go back to his mushrooms

and yet somehow, you three are all smiles when the day comes to an end because you and renjun have set up a date and jaemin is taking most of the credit for it

that summer, after you send the photo of the butterfly nestled perfectly on the tip of renjun's nose to your professor, is one that stays with you forever

you spend most of it with renjun, whenever he isn't busy with his butterflies, learning more and more about him

the little things like he doesn't like cilantro, he frequently doodles and draws in his free time, and he breaks everything he does down into a meticulous step by step process

you watch in fascination as he organizes his side dishes by the order he eats them, tabs the important dates in his planner, and pins your candid photos in a perfectly straight line above his desk

you know some of his friends call him a stickler, but it's really just another thing you grow to like about him

after all - your birthday gets a special, green tab in his planner. green means extra, extra, extra important

as for the butterfly garden .... you try a couple of times to go in. each time, renjun lists off a million reasons why butterflies are great and docile and not dangerous or scary

but every time you kind of apologize and say you can't do it - which renjun doesn't hark on you for

he just takes your hand and kisses the back of it, asks if you want to go visit jaemin or see the roses again

and as much as you love your friend, there's been too many instances of renjun leaning in to tuck your hair from your face and kiss you, all while jaemin pops up between you two like he's at the movies

and you two have to turn around and shoo him off as he insists he just wants to bear witness to the romance of the century

you and renjun sprawl across his bed, looking up at the ceiling as he finds comfort in counting the stripes on your shirt in silence and you mumble about how the summer is almost over and you won't be able to just be lazy like this with him anymore

the days of doing absolutely nothing

renjun props himself on his elbow and looks at you seriously

"spending time with someone you love isn't doing nothing. it's the act of growing closer."

you almost blurt out that that's the most romantic thing you've ever heard and you are going to cry

but instead, circle your hands around his neck and flip him over to be under you

poor renjun tells his directors he got bit by a species from the culicidae family (mosquito) to try and hide the blotch on his collarbone

and while the directors are impressed with renjun's knowledge of insects, jaemin just gives him the good old finger guns of 'yeah. sure'.

your photograph gets great marks from your professor, who replies to the image with praise about the lightening and angle

and the way you managed to capture both your boyfriend and the butterfly

you read the email to renjun over the phone and can almost hear the blush on him when you say boyfriend

you wonder if the future is going to be as sweet as this summer, can someone like you who is so terrified of the creatures renjun has structured his whole life around, really be the right choice for him

and when you ask renjun this, on the day before your classes officially start in the fall

he says that you don't have to be just like him for him to love you

it's the fact that you're so very you that he feels stronger about this relationship than he has about any other

and who cares that you don't like bugs. it just means that if you live together in the future he can be the one to get the spider under the cup and let it free while you lock yourself in the bathroom out of fear

you giggle at this, your heart beating against your ribs at the thought of a future so domestic with the boy smiling down at you

and the best thing is that future comes to fruition

when a decade later you're waiting for renjun outside of the botanical garden, where he strolls out with his co-worker jaemin whose holding a funny looking pot of yellow-topped mushrooms

"date night for the newlyweds?"

he wiggles his eyebrows the same way he did when you two were in college

you shoo him off with the hand that has your wedding ring on it and you tuck your hand through renjun's

"date night for you and some fungi, jaemin?"

he makes a face at your comment and bounds off in the direction of his car

you look up at renjun who chuckles to himself and pecks your lips in a greeting

"how are the butterflies this year?"

you ask as you two turn to walk down the street

"beautiful - do you think this might be the year you finally visit the garden?"

you scrunch up your nose and mumble that maybe, you'll have to see if after ten years your fear really hasn't gotten any better

he smiles and says you can take your time - ten, twenty, thirty

he'll be by your side when you decide it is time

you stop to look at him - seeing for a moment the flash of the boy with the butterfly on his nose - and smile

"and ill be by your side for anything and everyhing too."

he picks your hand up with his own - your matching rings gleam in the setting sun

"i know, that's why i married you."

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kirishoshego · 3 years

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Moneypulated PT.2//Aizawa

!!!MINORS DNI!!! 18+ONLY!!!

Special thanks to Emmie for creating this awesome S&M event and letting me participate and those who requested a part two of my first Aizawa piece x

If you like Sadism and Masochism, BNHA; AOT and Haikyuu the event is definitely for you :)

Pairing: Sadist!Mob-Boss!Dom!Aizawa x Masochist!Sub!femreader Words:3.2+

Summary: When your life is threatened Aizawa realized just how important you are to him. A small fight leaves you bend over the couch, cross eyes and leads to him admitting his feelings for you.

TW: slight mention of torture (a bit more at the end), s&m, controlling Aizawa, calling him sir, knife play (no blood), slight ass and nipple play, orgasm denial, slight oral, biting, spanking, hair pulling, dirty talk, slight bit of degration and teasing

Three month, three weeks and three days. That’s how long it took you to develop positive feelings for him. He gave you everything, but privacy, something you had to learn rather quick because that man was strong and even though he doesn’t look like it, heavy. You told him no twice. The first time left you bruised for at least three days, fucked into oblivion. The second time left you sobbing from his impact play. You hated how little you could control your body, dripping wet before he slipped into you. Something he would love to taunt you with. „Always so quiet and modest. Yet here you are begging to be fucked by a criminal after he spanked you blue and green. Don’t tell me you like that. Tsk, dirty girl,“ he told you with a slight smirk on his face, one hand having a strong hold in your hair to hold you up so he could look at you. The other one pinched and played with clit, milking orgasm after orgasm.

He knew how to work his charm, knew how to impress you. Listened, remembered basically every detail about you. Aizawa wanted to know everything about you, from childhood memories to teenage drama to your goals and dreams. Of course he was genially interested in you, after all he wanted you at his side, but it was also helpful to know one or too secrets. Just in case. It was understandable that he was a bit shocked and also even more alarmed when Shota noticed how fast you adapted to the captive state of yours. There was no attempt of you running away, either because you knew it wouldn’t work with guards everywhere around you, or because you were afraid. So he tested it out. Gave you a car, told you to go enjoy yourself, get pampered for a surprise he had prepared.

First thing you did was getting new underwear because as much as you… appreciated him buying it for you you would like to have a few comfortable pieces that cover more than 3 inches of your skin. You stopped to get a nice drink at a small restaurant, got a small snack before you ended up buying four new plants. A smile creeped up on his face when his phone signaled him he got a new message from Shinso. Attached to it was a picture of you smiling while picking up the most sad looking flower he had ever seen.

It happened while driving back. You realized happiness started to form in your stomach at the thought of seeing him again. Excitement about showing him what you had bought. How could you be happy? After how he treated you in front of so many men, so many strangers. But then again he took care of a man who had sold you for his addiction. You knew he was in the hospital right now, after trying to enter the casino again. At first you thought he was there to get you, to show at least some sort of remorse. Even though their boss told them not to tell you those details Denki let it slip that Kirishima caught him gambling. With that your last string of attachment ripped apart. It wasn’t hard to choose between being left alone with nothing or a slightly questionable man who (as much as you would like to deny it) made you feel good, save and wanted.

That day was the first time he took you to the casino with him, introduced you to a part of his world. The one that was less brutal. He wouldn’t not let you see someone getting tortured. But he knew how gruesome it can get and even though he wouldn’t tell anyone, he threw up after his first time, felt sick the first five. It just made it so much easier to get people to talk. Or make them stop. Sometimes they need to be taught a lesson or too to not put their noses in his businesses.

Rumors started to spread around fast after your first appearance. Shota Aizawa has a trophy wife. Something that made him weak. A pretty one on top of that and she was supposed to be his little lucky charm. Every table you appeared at, the house would win. You didn’t play yourself, you only sat besides your... Well, besides the mob boss himself.

There was no explanation for it really, it wasn’t luck per se. It was math. Some liked math in school, some didn’t. What you liked more though was winning. And games like these were hard to predict, but not impossible. Another aspect were their faces. Everyone focused on their face and those of others, tried to keep cool while detecting a mistake of others that they forgot about other limbs. Some tapped their fingers against the table or cards, others would play with their drink, swirling the ice cubes around without touching it. Some bounced their legs, crossed them, scratched them. Once you caught their mistake it was over for them.

While some got scared because of it, others seemed to find a challenge in it. They wanted to beat you. How could you know that one night you will have the son of another mob boss on the table? He was supposed to be a spy, simply collect information about you and leave. But the opportunity to beat you and therefor Aizawa was too alluring. How could he know that he will lose almost 33 Million yen in one night? And with those 33 Million yen came a big target right on your back.

In less than 24 hours a collection of pictures and informations about you was delivered to Peony. In less than 24 hours your world was turned upside down yet again. The freedom you were given was taken away in order to protect you. His worry for you was understandable but when he decided to have Bakugo and Kirishima on your heels 24/7 you had enough.

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„I’m inside the house! The house has walls almost thrice as high as Kirishima’s 7 foot frame, a massive garden with six well trained guard dogs running around. You have the best alarm system there is on the market and still I’m not even allowed to use the bathroom in private. It’s humiliating,“ you explained to him angrily. „I would rather humiliate you than pick up your dead body limp by limp,“ he tried reasoning. „Do you even hear yourself? How can you say something like that? Do you not trust your men? I can defend myself! Eijiro has-„ suddenly you went quiet, realizing too late what gravitating mistake you just that you had just exposed yourself.

„Eijiro has what? Continue doll. I‘m all ears,“ he leaned back against his desk, crossing his arms over his in a black shirt clad chest. „We shouldn‘t be changing the subject now. I need-," „What you need is to tell me what Kirishima did,“ you wouldn‘t be so on edge if he yelled at you, screaming at the top of his lungs, slam his hand on the desk, anything. Instead he was dangerously calm, collected, ready for you to make the next step. Knowing you were trapped like a small mouse between a wall and an awaiting cat, only playing with its fear.

„I will tell you if you promise me he isn‘t going to suffer any consequences. He had no ill intentions,“ you started explaining, making a step forward and trying to look as timid as possible so he will show mercy. „You actually think you‘re in a position to negotiate? Oh darling, it is breaking my heart a tiny bit to see you’re underestimating me,“ he faked a pained expression before closing the gab between the two of you.

You knew better than to relax yourself into his touch as he caressed your cheek, planting a small kiss on your forehead.

„Now,“ Aizawa stood behind you within a second, your wrists in his hand behind your back, something cold against your neck. „Please continue before I lose the small amount of patience that is left inside of me,” he sounded threatening, his voice deep and raspy, mouth dangerously close to your ear lobe. The knife near your aorta send adrenaline through your whole body, your pussy pulsing as you caught sight of your current position in his window.

You noticed his eyes wandering over the curves of your body, as the sound heavy breathing hit your ear. It seems like he was holding back, but be the looks of it all he wanted to do was drag the knife along your clothes and watch it drop to the floor. It wasn’t on purpose, more or less, but your hand brushed against his crotch, hearing him hiss as you touched his hard length for a mere second. The grip on the red handle tightened, pulling your body into his and leading your hand back to his crotch.

Eyes met in the window as he licked his lips. He tilted your head back slightly with the tip of the sharp blade, kissing the spot behind your ear.

„Sorry kitten, but this isn’t the time to play,“ he whispered into your ear while you started massaging him through his suit pants. A smirk appeared on your face as you agreed with him ‚oh I know, sir‘ you basically purred. Within seconds you pulled yourself away from him with your whole strength, bowing as he went to grab your hair and kicking back into his stomach as you turned which send him to the floor as he stumbled. Grabbing the knife from his hand and dropping onto his hips as you held the knife to his throat.

„Eijiro taught me how to defend myself, so I don’t have creepy old men all over me,“ you told him, a sudden wisp of a moan leaving your throat as he grabbed your hips and ground his pelvis against yours. „I didn’t know I’m a creepy old man. Wasn’t it just yesterday that you begged me to stuff you? And wasn’t it you that screamed my name so the whole house could hear who fucks you ‚like a god‘? Hm… I must confuse you with someone else that came cross eyed all over me considering I don’t play with brats,“ as the last word left his mouth he flipped you around, turning you so your stomach was flat against the freshly cleaned floor, hand in between your shoulder blades to hold you down.

He thanked the sun for shining so brightly and the clouds for not appearing, considering it lead to you dressed in the shortest little sundress you could find in your closet. The color suited you so damn well and the dress made it so easy for him to uncover your ass. His hungry eyes starred at it in its full glory, feeling his rock hard cock to twitch in his pants.

The blade was dragged across your skin and he could have fucked you right then and there as he noticed how you tried to clench your legs, goose bumps appearing on your skin. „Don’t tell me you enjoy this, such a dirty girl,“ he stopped right at the hem of your underwear, dragging the flat side across your clit and earning another moan of yours. He chuckled, „I see.“

Suddenly the blade was back at your throat, his other hand massaging your ass. „If you try to move or forget to thank me I might have to use the sharp side next time and we don’t want that do we doll?“ Shota asked you, the tip slightly pressed onto your sweet spot as you took to long to reply for his liking. „No sir,“ your voice was slightly shaky as the anticipation inside of you grew. „Not so tough anymore, thought so,“ he loved your submissive state, every time he thought he went too far you were there dripping wet for him.

Without a warning his hand came down hard on your ass, massaging your cheek before disappearing again. „Thank you sir,“ you moaned, the next slap delivered right after. „Thank you sir,“ you said again, feeling our wetness slowly seeping through the thin fabric covering your cunt. Every once in a while he would dip his fingers between your folds, playing with your clit until you’re about to cum, only to stop and spank you again.

Once your ass was a bright red and noticeable handprints adorned your flesh he decided he had enough. The last few thank you’s gave away that you started crying softly, maybe slightly caused by the pain, but more at fault definitely were the denied orgasms.

„Had time to overthink your statement from earlier?“ Aizawa went down to your ass, pushing your panties to the side and dragging his tongue across your slit, dipping inside for a second to collect some of your juice. Kisses were plastered across your abused skin, bitting down onto it to hear you moan again.

„I give you ten seconds to go over to my couch, get undressed and bend over it,“ if you weren’t so incredibly needy right now you might even had begged for some more spanks.

You could hear him get undressed as you did the same, back turned to him to allow him a nice view on your behind.

You could feel his presence even before he touched you, the smell of his cologne mixed with his sweat hitting your nose. Rough hands collided with your ass once more, before wandering up your back, one finding its way into your hair, the other one holding his thick girth in his hand and dragging it from your clit to your hole. You whined as you noticed him going back down again with his tip, which lead to him plunging into your throbbing pussy all at once. Curses tumbled from the both of you, finally getting what you wanted.

Shota pulled you up by your hair, allowing his hand to play with chest. Cold metal came in contact with your nipples and only now did you realize that he had brought the knife with him. It took maybe a minute for your first orgasm to hit, considering the ones you were denied earlier had you on edge already. „Done already kitten? Does that mean you want me to stop?“ He knew it meant everything but. It’s just, having you beg for more gets him every time and he can’t deny how powerful it made him feel, which he needed now more than ever. „No, fuck. Please sir, need mo-oh, more,“ a moan cut through you as a single thrust hit your g-spot directly.

„Take it then,“ he pulled you down with him on the couch, his back against the backrest as you straddled his legs. Do to the new position his cock was even deeper than before and you were shaking with almost every bounce as you went up and down on him. Black eyes wandered from your face to your tits to your cunt, watching him disappear inside of you over and over again. Aizawa’s arms wandered from its resting place back to your body, one going to your back, the other one staying in the front.

You hissed, eyes growing wide as you felt rough fingers circling your puckering hole, while the other ones drew lazy patterns on your clit. Every now and then he would meet your movements, burying himself even deeper inside of you. By now you were a moaning mess, clenching around him as you could feel another knot building up in the pit of your stomach. „It’s alright, I got you. You can cum, I know you want to,“ Shota groaned, picking up the speed of his fingers and watching in pure bliss as you came undone once again, slowing down and pulling you into a deep kiss.

As you went to get up from him, your body now sensitive he grabbed your hips, pushing you down again. „Just because you’re on top doesn’t mean you get to control when we’re done,“ he said, delivering a harsh slip to the left side of your tits, before grabbing your throat and pushing you down into the mating press. „You have to remember your place doll. I get decide when we’re finished and I’m not done yet,“ he grunted, snapping his hips as the hand around you held you in place firmly. A warning slap heated up your tears stained cheek when you tried to wiggle away from him and he felt you clenching around his dick.

You looked so good with mascara running down your face, he thought, feeling himself getting closer and closer as you moaned his name like some sort of prayer. „Again, please,“ you said, feeling the third high coming. It took him a second to understand what you asked for, but when it finally clicked he cursed under his breath, telling you how perfect you are. As he slapped you again, holding your face in his hand and kissing your lips hotly you were holding onto his arm for dear life. Stars appeared in front your eyes as you came once again. You barely noticed anything but his thrusts turning sloppy before he released himself inside of you, buried deep and painting your insides white.

„I didn’t know pain turned you on so much,“ he said with a lazy smile on his face, looking down on your face, your embarrassed expression hardly hidden. „Me neither to be honest… You know how it went in the past,“ you hinted at your unsatisfied sex life with your ex husband, who thought doggy style was already pretty kinky. No shame to vanilla people, but now you knew it wasn’t what you wanted. „It’s good to know, we will test out more things in the future,“ the thought of it turned you on again already and you kissed his chest, letting him know you like the sound of that idea.

„I love you, you know?“ He mumbled as the two of you laid on the couch while drawing patterns on your back lazily. Your heart skipped a bit, this was the first time Aizawa mentioned his feelings for you. „You don’t gotta say it back, I know it’s all a bit messy,“ he said, kissing your forehead. „No, it’s just… After sex the mind is always bit-,“ „Yours might be after that but mine is as clear as ever,“ he cut you off, making you roll your eyes and laugh gently. „I love you too,“ it was mumbled, almost unnoticeable, but he heard you just fine which was all he needed.

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„I run this town. Piss me off again and your wife will find out about your little affair with your little lover boy. She’s pregnant, right? And you would like to be able to care for her don’t you? If so, I suggest you to never threaten my wife or my men ever again. It won’t just be your finger that I cut off, understood?“ He knew killing him off immediately will only cause war. He would win, of course, but it would be unnecessary and taking too much of his energy. „Yes Mister Aizawa,“ the hatred and fear in his eyes pleased him enough for the day, so he walked out of the room, ordering Bakugo to drop him off a few miles away from everyone. A nice nightly walk might clear his head he explained so the man bound to the chair could hear him just fine. „Don’t worry, I will let you keep your finger, but you should hurry, they turn bad fast,“ with that he went into the dark, ready to get home to you.

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haikyuuuuuhypeeeee · 3 years

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Ch. Twenty One

⚠WARNING: Mention of previous character's death, crying, grieving

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Stepping off the bus you give a huge yawn. It wasn’t a long bus ride from Osamu’s apartment to the shrine but it dragged on from the little sleep you got last night. Kita wasn’t keen on having you walk from the apartment in your current state, and Aran almost called a taxi for you. But you couldn’t let them pay for it when you could’ve walked. You all settled on you taking the bus, albeit Kita provided the fare.

You’re pretty sure he feels a bit bad that you weren’t going to be there when Osamu woke up, but he was still completely passed out when you left. You couldn’t wait any longer unless you wanted to be late, so you left the apartment that morning with a promise from Kita to call with any updates.

You’re extremely grateful that Kita is willing to be forthcoming, especially after you weren’t 100% helpful during Kita’s initial search for Osamu. But as you walk towards the shrine entrance, you power off your phone and slip it into your bag.

Today is about Hajime, he deserves all of your attention.

Oikawa, Mattsun and Makki wait for you at the entrance, all dressed in nice shirts and ties. You give them a small smile, working hard to bring it to your face. They give you smiles that are equally lackluster, but you don’t blame them at all.

“Y/N-chan~” Oikawa called in a high voice. HIs smile is the biggest, and the fakest. He pulls you into a hug as soon as you are in arms reach. “Did you sleep okay last night?”

You nod against his chest. “Yes, thank you. And thank you for bringing me clothes.”

“What’s this about last night?” Makki asks in a pale imitation of his usual teasing voice. He looks pale in the bright light of day and his hand is held tight in Mattsun’s.

You shake your head gently. “I’ll tell you later.”

“He’ll hold you to that.” Mattsun warns. HIs face is blank - at first glance his stoicism is taken for apathy, but you know the real truth.

It’s silent for a beat before Oikawa speaks up. “Well, shall we?”

You all nod and together walk into the park. It’s quiet and you don’t pass many others on your way. No words are exchanged on your walk but you all walk close together.

As you round the corner, you can see Hajime’s grave. Your breathing picks up and you reach for Oikawa’s hand. It’s always a surreal moment, seeing the exact location where Hajime is meant to be. His tombstone doesn’t stand out for the others, save for today - it shines in the sun a bit more and fresh flowers are in a vase by the base of the grave.

“The Iwaizumis’ were here earlier.” Oikawa mentions in a breathy whisper. “They didn’t want to impose on our visit.”

Mattsun clears his throat. “We should visit them soon.”

Makki makes a noise that sounds like an affirmative but it’s hard to tell from tears he’s audibly trying to hold back.

Soon, too soon, you’re standing in front of Hajime’s grave. You read the epitaph on the stone, as you’ve done every time.

Here lies Iwaizumi Hajime - a son, a friend, a brother. His spirit lives on in the memories of those who loved him.

This has been the sixth time you’ve read this inscription - the first, second and third time you were unable to get through the first few words without breaking down and crying. The fourth time you were able to read it all before you cried, and the last time you were able to be a pillar of support to Oikawa who broke down then.

And now, as you read through the words, you feel the familiar tears well in your eyes and a blanket of melancholy settle over your shoulders. But this time, you stop and take in the meaning of those words.

His spirit lives on in the memories of those who loved him.

You glance to the side at your friends, those who also loved Hajime. Makki is opening weeping, his face buried in his hands. Mattsun has his arms around his boyfriend, his face hard and eyes glossy. Oikawa has brought his hands together and bowed his head. His eyes are closed but the little crease in between his eyebrows give away his distress.

You look back to the grave, to this grand sculpted piece of stone, this final resting place for your best friend, and close your eyes.

I miss you Hajime. You’re not particularly religious, nor do you have much belief in deities or gods that watch over you. But since Hajime’s passing, you’ve been able to fully understand the appeal of an afterlife - if tHajime is out there, somewhere, you can still talk to him. You can tell him how much you miss him and know that he’s hearing you. There’s some comfort and peace that can be found with the ritual.

But there’s also danger. There’s the potential of developing disastrous habits, or forging an alternate reality where your loved one isn’t dead. And you can lose yourself in that reality.

That’s why you sent those messages to Hajime’s old phone - you needed that last line of communication, albeit one-way communication. You needed to trick yourself into believing that he was really alive, to numb yourself from the harsh truth that he wasn’t.

His spirit lives on in the memories of those who loved him.

Is his spirit living on, truthfully? Were you really honoring Hajime’s life and legacy with those messages you sent? Or were you leading yourself down a path that you had no intention of straying from?

When Osamu texted you back from Hajime’s number, you were devastated. But in a way, Osamu had been your saving grace - you had no choice but to break your habit once he received the new phone number. There was no way you could continue to burden him with your messages and please and desperation. It was the clean break you needed, the hand to lead you out of the dark. And not only did he help break the habit, he became another person you could depend on.

You think back on the coffees and lunches you had shared and messages sent late in the night. You became close, unnaturally quick. Did you both just click with each other? Or did you rely on him more than you should? Was your dependence on him detrimental to your budding relationship? Did you rely on him to be a pillar of strength, because he, quite figuratively, took Hajime’s place in your life?

Your eyes open quickly. The fact that the answer is not crystal clear worries you. How long have you been using your friends, albeit subconsciously?

Suddenly Osamu’s anger towards you makes complete sense. And is justified. You need to apologize to him. To him and Hajime. You knew (or hoped at least) that you’d have the chance to apologize to Osamu. But now, this is your chance to apologize to Hajime.

You clasp your hands together and close your eyes. (And you work really hard to ignore how foolish you feel.)

Hajime, you think. I’m sorry. I’m sorry I never told you how I felt about you and not being upfront about my feelings. You feel tears behind your closed eyes. I wanted to be able to love you like you deserved but I was scared. And I’m so sorry.

You can picture Hajime’s smile, the way his eyes would close when he would laugh, how he would curl into himself when he couldn’t stop laughing.

A few tears eek past your closed eyes.

You can also imagine Osamu, his eyes crinkling at the corners, in time with the upturn of his lips. You can feel the gentle, soothing patterns he traced on your back while you cried.

You weren’t able to love Hajime the way you wish you could have. Maybe you can give it your all with Osamu.

But why does that idea make your stomach twist and fill you with shame? Why does the idea make you feel like a villain?

You open your eyes again and look at Hajime’s grave.

Is it because to give it your all with Osamu would mean letting go of Hajime?

“Are you ready to leave?”

Mattsun’s voice brings you out of your heavy thoughts. You look at him, seeing an openly weeping Makki held tightly in his arms. You nod and turn to your other side.

Oikawa is crouched down, with his head bowed forward and one hand resting over Hajime’s name.

You rest a hand on his shoulder. “C’mon Oikawa.” He doesn’t give any indication that he heard you, but after a few seconds he rises. He wipes his face and turns to leave.

“Let’s go.”

Mattsun guides Makki out, letting him continue to cry as they walk. You bring an arm around Oikawa’s waist and pull him in tight. He wraps an arm around your shoulders and squeezes back.

Hearts heavy, you all exit the shrine and make your way to the park. It’s not far from the shrine but no words are exchanged throughout your walk. It remains silent as you enter the park, find a good spot in the shade and set up the picnic.

It’s a glorious day - blue skies without a cloud in sight. A gentle breeze blows through every now and then, and the temperature is perfect.

As everyone settles onto the blanket Oikawa opens his bag and pulls out the food. You take yours from him and open the container. A sad smile crosses your lips. “Agedashi tofu?”

Oikawa nods. “Seemed fitting.”

“Is it really picnic food?” Mattsun asks. Makki is quiet, his eyes and nose red.

“Anything is picnic food at a picnic!” Oikawa retorts.

Mattsun raises his eyebrows and puts a piece in his mouth. His face quickly morphs to surprise as he chews. “I take back what I said.”

Oikawa harrumphs and turns to his meal. You share a small smile with Makki before tucking in.

The food really is quite good. The tofu is crispy on the outside but flavorful on the inside. The four of you sit in silence as you eat. You don’t feel the need to make conversation, but the silence you bask in is melancholic.

Suddenly Oikawa slams down his container. His utensils rattle against the lid and he harrumphs again. The noise brings you out of your stupor, and you glance at Mattsun (sharing a curious look) before speaking up. “Are you okay Tooru?”

“No!” Oikawa cries. He sniffs and turns his head away, glaring at the blanket. You sigh inwardly, knowing that it was only a matter of time before Oikawa would crack. He’s been surprisingly strong today but you know he harbors a lot of hurt and you were waiting for the moment you could come in and support him.

“I’m annoyed!” His brief explanation makes you furrow your eyebrows and you wait for him to continue. “I knew today would be awful and I thought that putting together this picnic would help us cope, but all I can think about is how much Iwa-chan would laugh at me right now!

“And I miss him so much and I want to embrace that feeling but all I hear is ‘Shittykawa, stop being a diva’ and ‘You idiot, this is too much.” Oikawa sniffles back the snot in his nose and shakes his head. “Iwa-chan was such a brute.”

You, Mattsun and Makki share surprised looks at Oikawa’s rant. But they soon give way to loud laughter that bubbles from your chests.

Because Oikawa is totally right. Anytime you all (mainly Oikawa) tried to plan a party for Hajime - whether it be a birthday party or celebrating some achievement, Hajime would hate it. You weren’t sure if he hated having the spotlight on him or his instinct to hate whatever Oikawa would put together.

“Do you remember when we tried to throw a surprise birthday party for him?” You ask through your laughter.

Makki giggles. “Yeah, and he punched Oikawa in the face!”

“Or,” Mattsun pauses to catch his breath from laughing so hard. “Or when the security guard chased Y/N and Iwa off the school grounds for some game?”

You nod, feeling another fit of giggles take over. “Yeah! Oikawa tried to organize a scavenger hunt!”

Makki snorts loudly, which pushes you and Mattsun over the edge again. You look at Oikawa, who is looking put-out but is clearly trying to hold back his laughter. Makki snorts again, making Mattsun wheeze, and Oikawa breaks.

The four of you are completely losing it in the park, laughing loud and uninhibited. Between breaths you all share more stories - most of Hajime trying his best to reign in you and Oikawa while Makki and Mattsun didn’t do anything to help him.

You’re not sure if it’s you or someone else, but soon tears mix in with your laughter. You look around to see your friends laughing and crying as well.

Watching Maki & Mattsun tease Oikawa for his ugly crying face, you can just picture Hajime sitting with you all. And instead of the thought making you shrivel up inside, warmth blossoms in your chest. You can see Hajime beating Maki in another arm wrestling match, or laughing at something sarcastic Mattsun said. If you really thought about it you can see Hajime yelling at something that Oikawa did (whether he deserved to be yelled at or not.)

You can imagine Hajime sitting next to you now in the sun. If you were to meet his gaze you know that he’d give you a fond look. You can picture it perfectly. It’s one that he’d wear when his friends would achieve the impossible, or break through a challenge that had been keeping them down.

It was a look of pride.

He always wanted what was best for you, and for his friends - his selfless actions could fill books that could fill libraries. His praise for you all made you keep pushing forward. It’s one of his most admirable traits, and one reason why you fell in love with him.

You know, deep down, that he would be okay with you moving on. This whole time it was you that was scared of letting go.

But here in this park, on the anniversary of Hajime’s passing, you finally feel okay with moving on. And if you could tell him that, he’d wipe the tears from your eyes and give you a soft smile. A smile that says how proud he is of you, one that says much he loves you, and one that you know means that he’ll always be with you.

In a way, Oikawa’s specially-planned lunch worked exactly how it was meant to. Because even though exactly six months ago your world completely fell apart, you can sit here now and feel some peace. You know that you have to pick up the pieces and put yourself back together. You know that some days the pain will be unbearable. But with your friends here, you have the strength to put yourself together again. With that thought, you look up at the sky and smile.

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A/N: This entire scene was maybe the second or third scene I drafted out when I wrote this story (mainly because I had been writing so much angst and I needed some relief for these guys.) Like honestly, I don't think they have all sat together and talked about Iwaizumi in this story at all like this - laughing and reminiscing together. It makes my heart soar - of course they're not magically fixed or things are going to be getting better in the end but there's a clear difference between their dynamic from the start of the story to now. And that makes me very happy. 💖💖💖 I hope you are all enjoying the story, thank you so much for reading!

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