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lovelybarnes · 3 years

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get the girl- p. parker

pairings: peter parker x reader, mentions of ned, betty, mj, and brad warnings: unrequited love (kind of?? implied), lotsss of pining and fluff, a little long about: requested! (DF4) “you fell asleep, i couldn’t move.“ + (DF31) “maybe if you stop staring at her and actually talk to her, you might have a chance.” a/n: been wanting to write a peter parker friends to lovers for a while, so thank you so so much for requesting this. i swear i don’t usually take this long?? i got carried away and it got way longer than i expected, i hope you enjoy! thank you for requesting!

peter thinks it’s hopeless. the cliche he’s stuck in seems cruel- no matter what the movies you (and, fine, yes, him sometimes) make him watch say. nothing that happens in them ever transpires to real life; beautiful girls don’t fall in love with their nerdy best friends and guys like peter parker don’t get the girl.

it’s fun to fantasize, though. and especially fun to look at you, particularly when you’re laying on his bed, oblivious to him standing in the doorway, observing as you twist your neck to get a good look at the polaroids he hung up on his wall. a familiar smile grows on your face when your eyes scan them, flickering to the polaroid camera you got him for christmas years ago.

you move to try to get a better look at them without standing up, glancing down when you feel a sharp edge poke at your skin. he watches as your eyebrows furrow in possibly the prettiest way possible and you pull out a polaroid from under you. and oh, peter is just now realizing exactly what that photo is and why it’s on his bed instead of hanging off the empty miniature clothespin that comes from the pack you thrust at his chest when you noticed the increasing pile of pictures on his desk.

he’s moving on autopilot towards you, the foot already halfway through the door used as a stepping stone to go to your side faster. he’s with you in less than three steps, tugging on your ankle and then tackling you as sensibly as possible, laying his whole body on yours. you oof, dropping the picture, having seen it for too little to really question it, and laugh breathlessly. “pete!” you wheeze, curling your arms around his back, one of your hands absentmindedly drawing figures through his hoodie and your other one inching up to his hair, already beginning to thread through the chocolate curls. “yes?” he hums innocently, furtively grabbing the polaroid you dropped and shoving it in the pocket of his hoodie before his arms wrap around your thighs.

“i told you if you keep doing that, one day you’re gonna get hurt,” you scold, looking attentively as peter leans his head against your chest. “me?” he questions, feeling you nod under his cheek. “uh huh, you. you’ll hit your head or something. for a spider-”

“spiderman. superhero,” peter corrects, you ignore him, “you are really clumsy.” peter huffs in dissent, letting a comfortable silence blanket over the both of you for a minute before he looks up at you. “what?” you ask, a smile brimming at the edges of your words. you’re so pretty, peter wants to say, but instead, he goes with a more best-friend-friendly question, “d’you wanna watch a movie?”

you nod at him, pulling your hands away from his head to play with the strings of his hoodie, “sure, what do we want to watch today?” peter’s eyes immediately light up, and you realize you never actually needed to ask. “fine,” you agree, trying not to grin too hard at the way his face brightens. “which one?” you request, watching his freckled cheeks flush pink in excitement, “sixth one. the best one, of course.” you smirk, shrugging, “right, don’t know why i asked, i basically know the movie word for word now.” peter can’t help but give you heart eyes at the knowledge of your knowing the script of his favorite movie. god, you really were the dream girl.

“‘kay, go make some popcorn and get everything ready while i go to the bathroom,” you request, tapping peter’s shoulder as a way to tell peter to let you out from under his body weight. he does the complete opposite of what you imply, however, nuzzling further into your chest and inhaling deeply. “peter,” you laugh, poking his shoulder again, “‘m comfy,” he mumbles, eyes closed. “pete, c’mon, i gotta pee and you’re lying on my bladder,” you whine, “also, don’t you wanna watch episode six of star wars while i eat popcorn and play with your hair?” you singsong. he’s suddenly moving his body off of yours to let you go, although not before pressing a sloppy- friendly- kiss to your arm, “hurry up.”

you giggle as you stand, stretching out your limbs and walking to the bathroom while peter watches you walk away. once he hears the bathroom door shut, he digs his hands into his pockets, fingers tugging on the polaroid he had shoved inside. a smile grows on his face without his permission when he holds it at his stomach, the light reflecting off of the smile that was printed on the picture. he traces a nail over your face, bright and open in the way that makes you gleam. it’s his favorite picture ever, the only one that managed to catch you so in your element, your natural halo of glow apparent in your outline. peter had scrawled the words best girl in red marker on the white space at the bottom- something he thought he could explain away easily if he had to. the picture had its own designated space on his wall, right in the middle so the importance was clear, but it was rarely actually up there, instead always next to him for inspiration when he was doing homework and on his dresser for when he couldn't sleep.

his lips quirk one last time at the photograph before walking to the wall where all the rest of them reside. he hangs it up, glancing at it once more until he turns to walk out of his room.

the movie is ready to play when you walk into the living room, and peter is in the kitchen making your popcorn. “it smells good,” you say in a greeting, sniffing the air and exhaling in satisfaction. peter laughs, “you do that every time we have a movie night.” you tilt your head at him, “do what?” he motions to you, “that. the whole smelling thing and letting me know how good it smells, it’s cute.”

your face heats when it slips out of his lips, pausing to absorb the words he doesn’t seem to have noticed he said. his back is to you, dumping the popcorn into a bowl for you. you can’t see it, but he’s freaking out, trying to think of an excuse if you decide it was too weird. you don’t do anything to imply that, though, just blink until the words dissolve in the air. “thanks,” you finally reply, as nonchalant as you can make it while you grab his m&ms. he hums in response, turning around to head to the couch, “star wars time,” he winks, making you grin.

you follow him as he heads to the couch, settling down next to him once he puts on the movie. the star wars theme starts, the tune fringed by peter’s humming. cute, you think, snuggling deeper into the crook of his arm and shoving popcorn into your mouth. “hmm, good,” you compliment, watching the scenes you’d seen so many times pass on the screens. you mouth along when you recognize the lines until your eyes feel heavy and they shut completely.

quiet thwips wake you up hours later, when the black of the night has bled the sky blue and the stars have littered over the clouds, the moon replacing the sun. you see that the movie is long over when you blink yourself awake, beginning to cuddle deeper into your pillow when you realize it’s too warm and hard to be a pillow. you are met with the vision of your best friend, lip tugged in between his teeth as he concentrates on something behind you. he doesn’t seem to notice that you’re awake, trying to remain as still as possibly while the thwip noises continue. he mutters a curse, scrunching his nose adorably before flicking his eyes to you. they widen when he notices you’re awake, dropping his hand. “what’re you doing?” you yawn, sitting up and away from the warmth of peter’s embrace. “uh- i just- the movie ended and you didn’t wake up, so i tried to get the remote, then i got hungry…” he scratches the back of his head awkwardly, scanning the room and you turn to observe, stunned to see the mess of webs and dropped items you weren’t sure how you didn’t hear. “oh my god, what the- did you try to get everything with your webs?” you ask in bewilderment, eyeing a bag of gummy worms open and on the floor, you snap your neck towards him to observe his burning cheeks. “um. yes,” he confesses, blushing harder. “why didn’t you just get up?” you question, looking back at the ruined living room, exhaling in surprise as you notice the remote on the ground.

“you... you fell asleep on me. i couldn’t move.”

you pause, tilting your head slightly to look at peter, “pete, god, that’s so sweet. but you really don’t need to…” you motion to the dropped items, “do all that,” you laugh. peter shrugs, and you notice the tips of his ears are red, too. “i didn’t want to wake you up. i know how much of a light sleeper you are.”

you feel like you’re melting, every single muscle in your body drooping in the loveliness that was peter parker. you weren’t sure how the boy was real. you suddenly drop yourself on him again, wrapping your arms around his burning neck, “thank you, peter,” you say into his skin. like a reflex, his own arms go around your waist, holding you securely so you won’t fall, “‘f course.”

a moment of quiet follows until peter’s stomach rumbles suddenly, making you laugh, “i think i’ve starved you long enough. you pick today. also, when did you get so ripped? your arms are so big--” peter cuts you off with a groan, dropping his head on your shoulder, “you had to ruin the moment--”

peter doesn’t know what it is with you (actually, he does) that makes you so distracting. you’re just waiting in line for lunch, standing next to mj and laughing occasionally when she says something. all you’re doing is standing, and maybe it’s peter’s boy-hormones combined with his spider-hormones that magnify every single perfect feature of yours, but he can’t take his eyes off of you. you’re so pretty. the curve of the smiles that pulls into your cheeks, the twinkle that remains permanent in the color of your eyes, the way you look in that skirt--

“maybe if you stop staring at her and actually talk to her, you might have a chance,” a voice points out from next to him. peter scoffs, ripping his sight away from you to turn to ned. “i talk to her all the time. she’s my best friend.” ned shakes his head and sighs, “you talk to her about star wars, you talk to me about star wars, how is that supposed to help you have a chance--”

“i have a chance,” peter mumbles, trying to believe it himself, “she knows that she and you stand at different levels of best friends--” ned looks offended, “different levels? what is that supposed to mean--” peter stares exasperatedly at his best friend, “it means i want to date her and i don’t want to date you--”

“that’s a little rude--”

“hey you guys,” you greet, sitting down on the seat in front of peter’s and patting the seat next to you for mj. she stares at you silently, and you frown, patting the seat harder, “sit.” you instruct. she sighs and does what she’s told. “what were you guys talking about?” you ask, picking up your small plate of cherry pie to replace the bowl of orange slices that you took from peter’s plate. “thank you,” peter mumbles, digging his fork into the pie the moment you set it down. you hum, stealing a cherry tomato from his salad.

“oh, you know. the usual, your friendship with peter,” the latter shoots him a look and you raise an eyebrow, “that’s the usual? a little strange, don’t you think?” ned shrugs, “did you know that you and i stand at ‘different levels’ as peter’s best friends?” peter nearly chokes on his pie, glaring at ned. you cock your head at peter, thinking as you steal another tomato, “i… guess i thought so? i’ve known peter since, like, preschool, and we tell each other everything.”

“everything, huh?” ned wonders, a sound of pain falling from his lips when peter kicks him under the table. “peter.” he hisses. mj narrows her eyes at the two boys, “what is going on with you guys today? you’re acting weirder than normal.” peter’s face screws up in confusion, looking to you for help. you shrug, “she’s right.”

“i usually am,” mj mutters.

“so what is it?” you query, popping an orange slice as peter cringes at the mere thought of the taste. “peter has a crush,” ned informs helpfully, oblivious to peter’s dismay, “i- i don’t-”

you blink, feeling mj’s elbow shove into your ribs as her own way to make sure you’re okay. you ignore her, and it tells her everything she needs to know. “it’s liz, right?” you guess, trying to mask the hurt on your face with a teasing smile, “i saw you looking at her the other day. she’s pretty.” “no! it’s not- i mean, yes, liz is pretty, but i don’t like her or anything- ned doesn’t know what he’s talking about,” peter rambles. “pete, you don’t have to be embarrassed, i’m just upset you didn’t tell me,” you lie. peter’s eyebrows furrow, “you’re just upset that… i didn’t tell you?” he repeats. you nod, biting into another orange slice. “just that?” he asks meekly. you cock your head at him.

“i just- never mind. it’s not liz,” he says, poking at his pie. “so you admit you have a crush?” you start with a fake smirk, jabbing at your best friend with your fork, “just not on liz?”

“i didn’t… i didn’t say that-” peter stutters. your eyes narrow at him, lip tugged between your teeth, “i’m gonna find out who it is by the end of the day.”

peter is unfortunately sure you will. he’s not subtle as is, but you’re never deliberately looking for the signs, which makes it a lot easier to hide his embarrassingly large crush on you. but now, you'll be paying attention to his every move, and knowing you, he knows you won’t stop until you find out what you want, unless he tells you to back off. but, does he want you to back off?

he pushes his tray away, suddenly not feeling so hungry.

you stay true to your promise, hanging off his arm for the rest of the day, observing the way he acts around some of your classmates, but somehow not noticing the way he blatantly refuses to look at you- which proves humiliatingly difficult; peter never realized exactly how much he turned to look if you laughed at the joke too, or to catch one of your smiles when you hear something funny or peter whispers a joke into the shell of your ear.

by the end of the day when you’re walking to the train station together, you’re groaning at him, putting your full weight on his arm as you tug at him. “who is it? is it betty? oh my god, is it mj? is that why you kept looking at her?” you ask excitedly. peter wants to tell you the truth: he wasn’t looking at mj, he was looking at you, because as much as he tried, he couldn’t pry his attention off of you, who just so happened to sit next to mj.

“not mj. not betty,” he replies, pulling you inside the subway and scanning for free seats. you trail behind him when he finds a spot, letting you take it as he stands in front of you. “not them… it has to be liz, right?” you pry, sighing when he shakes his head. “brad- it’s brad, right?” you grin, whining when he denies it again. “can you just tell me if i got them already? i’ve practically said everyone in the school,” you complain, “they do go to school with us, right?” at peter’s nod, you drop your head against his abdomen, “and you have not said their name yet.”

“peter,” you drag out, reaching out for his hand to pull it, “just tell me! i can probably set you up with them!”

“y/n, just drop it,” he sighs, and you sigh too, mumbling a fine before noticing an older lady standing at the door. you wave her over, standing next to peter and letting her take your seat. peter feels like his heart will pop out of his chest.

the bumps of the subway push you close enough to him to feel the thundering of his heart, and your eyebrows knit together in worry, “are you okay? your heart’s beating, like, really fast-” yeah and your hand on my chest is not helping- “‘m fine.”

“is it because of the crush thing?” yes, “because i’m sorry about annoying you about it so much, if you don’t want to talk about it, i won’t bother you with it. just know that if they don’t like you back, they’re insane, because you, peter parker, are a ca-”

it was like a rubber band snapping, and peter suddenly couldn’t help it anymore, pushing his lips against yours, effectively cutting you off and catching you so off-guard, you freeze for a second before reacting, pulling his jaw closer. you almost tug him back when he pulls away, before you remember you’re still standing on a crowded, moving subway, and while kissing your best friend had been all you wanted for way too long, you were absolutely going to miss your stop if you didn’t stop.

“i- i’m sorry, i just-” peter stammered, stepping back. “no! so, please don’t apologize, seriously, it’s fine, it’s, like, better than fine.”

a beat of awkward silence passed before the tube halted to the stop right before yours. “it’s you. in case that didn’t… come clear. you’re the person i like,” peter informs quietly. “really?” you ask, cheek already pulling in a shy smile. “really,” peter assures.

this time, you don’t really care if you miss your stop, and neither does peter, now that he knows that, sometimes, peter parker does get the girl.

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anonjerk · 3 years

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Do not date your boss, ladies

This writing is still being perfective to represent my view point entirely.

Do not date your boss, ladies

Your ex did not like you, and that is okay. Not everyone is meant to work out in the long run. It hurts, its going too, but time will aid all wounds. Sending them that last text, pouring out your heart in every wistful analogy to explain your depth of gratitude for them will not change their mind or perception of you. If it helps ease your own suffering, or temporarily takes up a space of you mind to not think about them, here is my story on my bad decision that was made in just a short amount of time.

I have been in a deep rut for days; it feels like I could never get out of this heartbreak. I still struggle at times to accept reality, but that is all okay as we are only creatures with extraordinary socialization capabilities, we are prone to have hiccups. I have no idea how I manage to let someone inflict such psychological torment upon myself in such a short amount of time.

I had made a mistake, I dated someone who had no intentions on making it work, even worse, he was my boss. He would act like it was burden upon himself to send me at least one text every other day to acknowledge my existence. As his own words, “I like being alone.” I remember how debilitating it made me feel. I was so hurt that this person that I wanted nothing more than to work things out with him. It hurt so bad to be treated as if I was nothing but just a temporary play toy. At least, from his last communication interaction with me supported my analogy. As I quote from his last message, “And I’m not sure. The sex was good, but I didn’t really feel a deeper connection.”

So, to start off, yes, he was my boss, my postmaster. I was an RCA in a little office in a rural town, not allot of development in the area. I remember when he first transferred to my office, I noticed how he was very keen on insuring his car was in perfect condition after witnessing a fellow carrier park beside him. I mention to the carrier what I witnessed and sighed of annoyance exhaled from him at the possibility of another uptight postmaster. I do not remember the exact witty comment they made, but it was one that was not optimistic about our new supervisor.

I remember when I first had a conversation with him, I was struck back a little because he was attractive. Well-trimmed beard, uptight hair, kind of reminded me of a fuckboy. I was married, going through a divorce, so of course I did not try to immediately take notice to him. However, it was not until a couple of months later that I started developing any feelings for him. I am still not sure why I did. It started with these weird dreams when he first moved to the office, these very strong, passionate dreams, one that lead to, ugh, marriage. These dreams plagued me repeatedly, every week, for several months. Eventually I started getting a little embarrassed by them that I would wake up in the middle of the night to try and wash myself clean. I stupidly thought it was a sign from some supernatural being that this might be the one, so I took a chance a couple of months later and asked him out through his work phone, ugh…

First, I led hints to a coworker that I trusted, that I had a crush on the boss. She thought it was funny and teased me about it because he could be, pardon my French, he could be a straight up piece of shit. She bugged him while I was away, hinting at him that I liked him. According to her, he became red in the face and started deviating plans on how he could sneak such a forbidden work relationship. She told his positive reaction, and I messaged him later that evening. I immediately received a text back from him from his personal cell number to admitting he liked me too. I was astounded, I did not suspect my boss would actually agree to taking a risky proposition at dating me.

Do not get me wrong, I was overcome with joy that he wanted to reciprocate my feelings of intimacy. So we chat constantly all that week on date ideas and eventually that Friday, we went for drinks. He picked me up at my apartment and we went to a local brewery. When I think back on it now, it was kind of weird that I actually did that, haha. Anyways, he was extremely sweet to me that night. I got a little to tipsy, but he did not seem to mind. I got to make out with him for a bit before he dropped me back off at home, kind of felt like a bad girl for kissing my boss. So we agreed to hang out again the next following day, at his place after I got off work. The first thing he does when I got there was to get out wine, guess he needed to ease his own tensions. Obviously, I was disgusting and slept with my boss. However, after that night, he dropped me off the face of the earth communication wise. I brushed it off, stupidly, thinking that he just might be busy. I would force conversations with him when no one was around, and we would continue to meet-up every Saturday for sex from August/September to the end of October.

I was falling for him, I liked him allot, I thought he liked me too. We had plans to meet up on that last Saturday of October 31. I was about ready to head out the door when he cancelled plans on me last second. Saying he did not shower or clean his house and did not feel like having me over. I admit, that ticked me off, and I guess he could sense that so he decided to try and bring the conversation up by stating the fact he bought a game we could play online together, which he never actually did. I’m not sure why he lied on that, but to cut the chase, I asked that following Wednesday if he would like to hang out with me. The look of disgust was pronounced on his face, and that when I got the famous, “I like being alone.” I remember asking if liked me and he said he did, he just enjoys being alone. He stopped texting me after that.

In fact, he started getting nasty at work with me following the next couple of weeks. Demoralizing comments would be made at me. I was always a useless, slow, unintelligent RCA. One that he relied on to save the day a little too much. I was working 14 hour days at this point, 6 to almost 7 days a week. However, he made sure to mention every morning how much work he has to get done and how debilitating his job is compared to the rest of us. Yeah, I am sure working from 8am to 530pm, 5 days a week is a whole lot harder. The final straw before I quit was when he had me written up for a PDI meeting because of me leaving work early for a statewide blizzard. My car went off the embankment multiple times, the roads were not being plowed because of the density of the snow. I did not want to injure myself; these roads were in the mountains. My life was on the line. To cut to the point, he did not tell me he had me scheduled for a PDI, I had to find that out on my own, I would have had to start my route by 11 in the afternoon, which would not have me finished until 14 hours later. After some other witfully crafted words were said to dehumanize me, I quit.

I do not know why he turned against me, but I kind of got the hint after my ex-husband chewed it out of him. My ex-husband is still my friend, a good one. He was upset about how this guy used me then dumped on the side like that. Eventually my ex-boss messaged me a couple months later that my ex-husband was harassing him and that is when I finally made the stupidest mistake of them all. I admitted to him that I still had feelings for him, and I was sorry for whatever I did to upset him, and I would love to get back together down the road, and this yadiya crap. He gave me one simple response back, “And I’m not sure. The sex was good, but I didn’t really feel a deeper connection.”

That is it, I was just good for sex. Nothing more, nothing less. He did not even try, I tried to talk to him. I tried to keep him happy. It hurts that I had all this stupid emotional build up with him, and all he can muster was, I did not feel any deep connection.

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awkwardlittlepringle · 4 years

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Queer ‘n Crazy

CHAPTER 10

Hello, fellow Fanders!

This is chapter 10 of Queer 'n Crazy, which I'm sure you knew, 'cause you can read... Me being an idiot aside-

I have fallen into the tartarus that is the BNHA fandom, and I am dying because Deku and Tamaki are my babies, and HNNNNNNG-

Anyway, I hope you're doing alright in these troubling times, make sure to stay connected with nature (humans tend to go mad if they don't see something green) and be sure to eat and drink properly. Self care is important! Even if self care means crying under the covers at night.

My point is, make sure you take care of yourselves. :) The summary is at the bottom of the chapter, though I doubt anyone will need it, this chapter's more of a filler. Sorry if it's cringy, by the way, I'm not very good at writing pining! I've only ever written established relationships before, if anyone has any tips please help me out!

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WARNINGS : Swearing, feeling like a disappointment, probably cringy writing, pining gays, mentions of food, mentions of horror movies, I think that's it!

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"Virgil... What are you doing?"

Virgil grunted. As much as he loved Logan, he wasn't getting a straight answer this time. Logan sighed, bookmarking his page neatly and setting his book down. He turned around in his desk chair to face Virgil, who was currently face-planting onto his desk, his arms wrapped around his head like walls. Logan watched him disapprovingly.

"Virgil." No answer.

"Virgil." Logan reached across the gap between their desks to give Virgil's shoulder a little push. The cat-like boy frowned, letting out a lethargic hum. Logan decided the best course of action was physical contact. He stood behind his roommate with his arms crossed, watching as Virgil buried his head deeper into the space between his arms.

"Virgil." Nothing. Logan nudged (read kicked) his roommate's ankle. "Virgil!" "Stop!"said Virgil, popping the p. He then raised his head, resting it on one of his arms to glare at Logan, who moved into his field of vision. To his surprise, a small smile was resting on his roommate's face.

"What is it, pocket protector?" "Nothing." Logan hummed. "It's just that I don't see how that's a productive way to study." "Well it's working." "Is it now." Virgli nodded mock-seriously. "Mhm. I'm studying the depths of my brain." "And what have you gathered?" asked Logan, falling back into his chair. Virgil scrunched up his nose, watching as the male adjusted his glasses. "That I am more of a disappointment than I thought I was." Logan sighed, rubbing his forehead.

"How many times must I say this, Virgil-" "Yes?" "You are not a disappointment." Virgil rolled his eyes. "Yeah right. I bet you're sick of me already." he mumbled, leaning back in his chair. "Falsehood. I don't think I'll ever get tired of you, actually." Virgil turned away. A spark of hope ignited in his chest, but he forced it down. He'd heard that one too many times. "Virgil-"

"Anyway, I can't concentrate." said Virgil, cricking his neck. "By this point there isn't any merit in trying to, either." He could practically feel Logan's gaze on his back, but thankfully he let the topic go.

"Well if we go by your thinking, there's no point in sitting around doing nothing either." Logan shut his laptop and stood up, brushing down his sleeves. Virgil looked around at him with an eyebrow raised. "Do you have anything else to do?" Virgil shook his head.

"Then how about we do something together. Only if you want to, of course." Virgil couldn't help the smile that found itself on his face. "Yeah, that would be cool." he said, avoiding Logan's gaze. Logan smiled, before walking over to the cupboards.

"What time is it?" Virgil glanced at the clock by Logan's bedside. "7:30." "Perfect." He turned around to face Virgil. "How would you feel about watching a movie? You do it all the time at night anyway, might as well start early." Virgil's lips curved upward. "That would be nice. Any suggestions?" he asked, reaching for his laptop.

Logan hummed, rummaging through one of his shelves, before turning to Virgil holding a mound of blankets. Virgil snorted at the sight. "Not really... I'm not much of a movie person." Virgil's eyes widened. "We don't have to do something if you don't want to, you know-" Logan rolled his eyes. "Virgil, believe me when I say I know the basic codes of ethics." Logan then proceeded to dump all of the blankets on the foot of Virgil's bed. "Just because I am a movie person, does not mean I don't enjoy them."

Virgil blushed, diverting his eyes to his computer screen. "Right." Logan watched his roommate fondly, before sitting down behind him.

Virgil's body tensed up as he felt Logan's breath fan across his neck, and he felt heat rise up his neck. With trembling fingers he typed in his password.

Denied.

Virgil licked his lips, trying again. This time it worked. Logan smirked. "Messy typer, are you?" "Not usually." It's just that you're so fucking close, pretty-boy-

Virgil logged onto netflix and started scrolling through the movies. After a few moments, he turned to face Logan. "So what do you want to-" Virgil's words died in the back of his throat because holy shit he's close.

Logan's face was mere inches away from his own, which Virgil should have expected, honestly. He could feel heart rate sped up and his eyes widened, staring into deep blue ones. Were Logan's eyes always that pretty? Virgil couldn't tell. A blush mimicking Virgil's started to form on Logan's face, and he drew away (Virgil found himself missing the warmth already), and he started to ramble.

"S-Sorry, I know you're big on personal space, I really shouldn't have-" Virgil sat in place frozen, watching as the usually put-together teen fiddled with his tie, looking anywhere but Virgil's face. Virgil could feel what people would describe as butterflies -although they felt more like an angry moths- swarm around his stomach, his mind racing. Sure Logan's eyes were pretty, but there's no way they were that gorgeous the last time Virgil looked at him. Virgil could feel his throat close up, although this time it was in a way that made Virgil want to smile madly. His entire body was buzzing, even though they hadn't even touched each other.

He was snapped out of his trance by the voice of his favourite nerd.

"-I'm so so so so so so so so so sorry, I know that's really stupid, but-" Virgil looked at him strangely. "Lo." "-I swear it won't happen again I just-" "Lo!" Logan started, looking at Virgil with what might have been the cutest blush ever. The two stared at each other for a few moments before Virgil broke the silence.

"It's fine." "Are you sure? I mean-" "Lo!" Logan clamped his mouth shut, his ears glowing. "It's all good." Virgil really felt like grinning, why did he feel like grinning? He hadn't been grinning a few seconds ago... he shouldn't grin, maybe just smile. Logan wouldn't feel weirded out if he smiled, right?

"It's nothing, really. Chill." he chuckled breathily, before turning back to his laptop. Virgil had to bite his lip to stop himself from grinning. That weird feeling from yesterday's back again... Never mind, he was grinning. Logan, who was still blushing, leaned closer to Virgil and peered over his shoulder.

"So... movies." "Movies." Virgil mimicked, his blush finally retreating. He turned around so that Logan was next to him instead of behind him. "What stuff do you like?" Logan shrugged. "I don't know, I'm more of a reader." "What books?" "Um... Pretty much anything, actually." Virgil mock groaned.

"That doesn't help, Lo." "Um, Stephen King? They made a few movies out of his books, didn't they?" Virgil looked at him incredulously. "Did they??? Dude, have you never watched It?" Logan furrowed his brow. "I mean, I've heard of it, aparently it was a turned out to be a hit-"

"Logan, it's like the horror movie." "The book was more of a thriller-" "Thriller, horror, whatever. The point is it's like the horror movie for beginners." "We don't have to watch it if you've already-" "Logan. We're watching it."

Logan smiled hesitantly as the emo lept off his bed, starting to gather various throws and blankets, adding to the pile Logan had placed on his bed. Once he was done it was clear that they had a considerable collection of blankets.

A slightly ruffled Virgil stood at the foot of his bed, looking at Logan.

"So, pillow fort?" Logan nodded. "Pillow fort."

About 10 minutes later they were finished. The two had pushed their beds closer to the center of the room and strung blankets across the gap in between, their desks providing sufficiant support for the "roof" of the fort. The floor was laden with cusions and pillows, which were then covered in yet more blankets, these ones the school issue ones they'd been given. Virgil was just adding the finishing touches when the door opened, revealing Logan, who'd been scouring the building for snacks.

"How'd you do?" asked Virgil, pinning his fairy lights in place. "There's a vending machiene in the lobby, Virgil. So I think I did alright." He smirked, dropping an array of gummies and chocolate across the floor. Virgil snorted, returning to his task.

"You really do have a sweet tooth." "I don't lie if I can help it." shrugged the teen, adjusting his glasses. He then sat down next to Virgil, crossing his lanky legs. He watched the emo with a strange glint in his eyes. Virgil sat back, satisfied with his work, and raised an eyebrow at Logan's expression.

"What?" He said with a defensive edge to his voice. Logan smiled. "Fairy lights?" "You got a problem with them." Virgil muttered, turning away. "Not at all." he replied. "I just didn't peg you as the type." "Loving fairy lights is universal."

The two of them fit quite comfortably in their bundle of blankets, shoulder-to-shoulder and knee-to-knee. While Virgil was trying his best to ignore the butterflies in his stomach, his skin burned wherever it touched Logan's, and an insufferable blush had found his way onto his face yet again.

"So... Should I be scared?" Virgil looked at Logan, who was munching on a chocolate kiss. "What?" "Should I be scared." Logan repeated, turned to face Virgil. "You said that it's a horror movie...?" "Oh, like that! Nah. It's famous because it was the first movie of it's kind, I think. It's not actually that scary." "Alright."

Logan turned back to face the screen, his muscles relaxing as the beginning credits began. Virgil turned to the screen too, although he wasn't paying much attention to it.

A strange feeling had come over Virgil, it was dizzying and grounding at the same time. An odd warmth that started from his chest and expanded like a balloon to strain against his skin. Virgil's lips were curved in an unconcious smile, his body relaxing against his roommates. The fact he was so calm around Logan was confusing, but it felt so nice that Virgil didn't want to question it.

Regardless of the fact he was facing the screen, all of Virgil's attention was fixed on the figure in his peripheral vision. Logan was slumped against the cusions behind them wearing a sleep-shirt, his eyes fized on the screen. If Virgil looked past the glare on his glasses, he could see those captivating eyes, twinkling with interest. There was a small smear of chocolate next to Logan's lip, and Virgil swore there was no combination of words that could explain his overwhelming urge to kiss it off.

Wait, what the-

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Summary: Virgil can't focus on anything, and so Logan suggest watching a movie together. They build a pillow fort, and my probably awkward attempt at fluff ensues.

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Fictober - “What if I don’t see it?”

Here is a new prompt for Fictober!

Fandom: Major Crimes - Sharon centric

Genre: Angst, AU pre-The Closer universe.

Warning: cancer, character death (NOT a character from the show)

Mistakes are all mine. I hope you will enjoy this story! ;)

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12. “What if I don’t see it?”

Numb. If there was a word that could describe how she was feeling it was numb. The pain she was experiencing was so intense it numbed her. Since the phone call, Sharon had carried on doing tasks in autopilot. She had put down the phone and had walked back to her children with a plastered smile on her face. She had prepared dinner, had fed Ricky his soup while cutting Emily’s meat as she always used to. She had asked Emily about school and the child was thrilled to tell her about her day; how she had managed to write her name neatly, how her friend Veronica had spilled the apple juice all over the table during lunch or how Tommy caught a frog during recess only to free it later in the classroom, causing everyone to panic. Emily had tons of stories about her day and as much as Sharon had forced herself to react to each one of them – a smile, an exclamation, a laugh – it was getting harder to keep on with her act. She had then walked her children to bed, first three-years-old Ricky who had fallen asleep in her arms, and then six-years-old Emily which enthusiastically had told her mother more about her day before kissing Sharon goodnight.

As Sharon walked back to the empty living room, she felt the weight of what happened earlier in the evening. She sat on the couch and looked around her. She was alone at home, Jack nowhere to be seen. Her husband had been gone for a month and Sharon had no idea where he might be. After Ricky’s birth, he had started drifting away, going back to drinking and fooling around. Jack had promised her last year that he would have changed, that he was back to stay and Sharon had stupidly believed him. Here she was again, with an estranged husband and now twokids to raise alone.

Sharon stood from the couch and walked to the phone. She took the handset and dialed the number. She waited patiently for someone to answer. “Good evening, this is Jackson Raydor’s wife speaking.” Sharon said, “Is my husband still at work? I need to reach him for an important matter. Yes, thank you, I’ll wait.”

Sharon nervously fidgeted with the phone cord while she waited for the woman to come back on the line. Those few minutes of waiting felt like a lifetime to Sharon, especially when she already knew the answer she was going to get.

“No, it’s okay.” Sharon replied as soon as the woman informed her Jack wasn’t in his office. “He’s probably heading home. Thank you.” She said before hanging up.

He’s probably heading home.Sharon could fool people, but she couldn’t fool herself anymore. How many times more was she going to use that lie?She scoffed as she walked back to the couch and let herself fall on it unceremoniously. And so what?If he was at work, what would have she done? Ask him to come home, ask him for his support?Sharon laughed at her naivety.How could she believe that her “husband”, the one who dumped her after Ricky’s birth taking all her money with him, the one who spent time drinking in bars and cheated on her with countless women, was going to support her?

Sharon sighed heavily and rested her head against the backrest. She was alone, alone in one of the worst moments of her life, alone when she, for once, really needed someone by her side. She had always been an independent woman, taking care of herself and her children on her own. She was also aware she couldn't be always strong, not when she felt like her own world was crumbling under her feet. She could have called a friend – she had some – but she hated feeling needy. She didn’t fancy asking for help, she didn’t fancy showing she wasn’t always the strong woman she forced herself to be for the world.

Pressure built against her eyelids and she knew she couldn’t hold back the tears much longer. It was a lost battle, but one she was willing to fight until the sobs threatened to choke her. She was stubborn, she was fierce and she hated crying. She hated breaking down and letting her feelings control her, but she was aware that this time it was going to happen anyway.

Her sister was dead. Her baby sister Lauren, six years younger than her. The sister Sharon had proudly held in her arms when she was born, the sister she had protected fiercely from anyone who could have hurt her, the sister she had comforted every time a boy had broken her heart, the sister to whom she had been a second mother.

Lauren always had a smile on her face, she was a bubbly and loving person. She had always looked up to Sharon, thinking of her big sister as an inspiration. Truth to be told, Lauren was the example to follow; she was the strongest and bravest woman Sharon had ever met. Sharon wished she had told that to her sister more often. She also wished she had visited her sister more often, but between her work schedule and two small children, it was nearly impossible for her to fly back home. Lauren knew it and insisted for Sharon to stay focused on her life. Sharon unwillingly agreed, but not a day went by without her calling Lauren – once, twice, three times during the day – to check on her baby sister and make her feel her love.

Sharon remembered with a wistful smile when Lauren surprised her, showing up at her front door along with their mother. She remembered the overwhelming joy and relief she had felt when Lauren had announced her with a wide smile that her cancer had disappeared. Sharon had cried while holding her baby sister in her arms. Ricky and Emily were too young to understand what was going on, but spotting the joy of the grown-ups they started bouncing around the house cheerfully.

Three months after that happy moment, Lauren had a relapse. Cancer was back and this time it was far more aggressive. Lauren didn’t lose hope and kept fighting with all the strength she had left. She loved life and she had no intention of letting go. The doctors were cautiously hopeful; her sister seemed to react well to the treatment and seemed unbreakable.

Until today. Sharon had called Lauren in the morning. Her baby sister greeted her with her nevertheless usual cheerful tone, but Sharon had sensed something weird in Lauren’s voice. She seemed exhausted, slurring her words, and slower at finding the right words to say. Lauren had reassured Sharon saying she was high with her own personal drugs cocktailas she used to call the medicines the doctors gave her. Sharon had promised to check on her sister at lunch, but then she got caught on with work and the phone call to her sister had to wait. By the time she had gone back home after work with the intent of calling Lauren right away, she had received the news her sister’s heart had stopped a hour before.

That missed phone call was going to be Sharon’s biggest regret. A tear rolled down her right cheek and before she was able to blink the rest away, others streamed down her face. Sharon hated crying. She allowed it only when she was at home. She would hide in the bathroom and get in the shower, letting the water muffle her sobs. No one would hear her cry. By the time she would step out of the shower, the water would have washed away any trace of tears and she would have been as good as new.

Sharon didn’t even make it to the bathroom this time. She stayed on the couch as tears rolled down her cheeks relentlessly. Before she knew it, a sob escaped her lips and she covered her mouth with both hands as she tried to muffle the next ones. She brought her knees against her chest, resting her forehead on them. Her shoulders started shaking and sobs racked her body as grief hit her hard. She had lost her sister, she had lost a piece of her heart.

Sharon didn’t know how long she had been crying, but she slightly jumped, startled, when she felt a tiny hand on her leg, “Mama?” A shaky, frightened voice called to her.

Sharon sighed and tried to quickly wipe away her tears before looking up. She was fully aware she was looking awful, her mascara smudged, but when she met Emily’s worried eyes, she couldn’t care less.

“Oh baby…” Sharon whispered, her voice hoarse from the crying. “Why aren’t you sleeping?” She asked softly.

“Nightmare…” Emily simply answered, rubbing her eyes tiredly. She studied her mother for a few seconds before asking worriedly, “Are you crying, Mama?”

“It’s okay, baby.” Sharon replied soothingly, forcing her voice to sound firm. She opened her arms, “Come here, I need to talk to you about something important.”

“Something bad?” Emily asked, fear obvious in her sweet voice.

“I’m afraid so, honey.” Sharon answered softly, her eyes glistening with unshed tears.

Emily climbed on the couch, right into her mother’s arms. Sharon hugged her tight, nuzzling in her daughter’s hair and breathing the fruity scent of her shampoo. Sharon dropped a kiss on the top of Emily’s head before starting to comb soothingly her hair. “Remember when I explained to you that Aunty Lauren is very very sick?” Sharon asked, fresh tears welling up in her eyes.

Emily nodded quietly against her mother’s chest. Sharon kept stroking her daughter’s hair. She swallowed and tried her best to get rid of the lump in her throat before going on, “Remember what Mrs. Richardson explained to you and your classmates about Skittles the hamster last year?”

“Skittles was very sick and he went to Heaven.” Emily recalled, snuggling deeper against her mother. “We buried him in the school’s garden and we said a prayer for him.”

“That’s right, Emily.” Sharon replied in a trembling tone, stroking her daughter’s hair.

“Is Aunty Lauren with Skittles in Heaven?” Emily suddenly asked, catching her mother by surprise.

Sharon was aware that her daughter was really smart for her age, but she wasn’t expecting Emily to put two and two together so quickly. A tear rolled down Sharon’s left cheek as she tightened her embrace on her daughter. It took her a few seconds to answer in a choked tone, “Yes, baby, she is. She is in Heaven now.”

Emily looked up to meet her mother’s gaze with teary eyes. Her upper lip started quivering and it didn’t take too long for Emily to break down in tears. She cried against her mother’s chest, Sharon rubbing soothingly her daughter’s back while tears streamed down her face too.

“I-I… I c-c-couldn’t say… g-g-goodbye.” Emily told her mother between sobs.

Sharon rested her cheek against her daughter’s head as she rocked the child soothingly. Minutes went by before Emily finally calmed down. Sharon moved a strand of hair from her daughter’s face before softly whispering to her, “I’m going to show you something.”

Sharon put the blanket that was on the couch around her daughter and delicately took her in her arms. She walked through the living room with Emily snuggled against her. Sharon opened the sliding glass door and stepped outside in her house’s backyard. She sat on one of the chairs and adjusted the blanket around Emily as she told her daughter, “Honey… look at the sky. Do you see the stars?”

Emily moved her head away from Sharon’s chest and looked up at the sky. She nodded, her eyes still shining with tears when Sharon went on, “Do you see the brightest star up there?” She pointed at it and added, “Here on the left, baby.”

Emily nodded and Sharon ran a hand through her daughter’s hair before telling her, “Aunty Lauren is right there. When you miss her, you just have to look up at the sky and search for her star. It’s her way to let us know that she is still here for us, that we’re not alone. She is looking over us, always will, baby.” Sharon’s lips brushed against her daughter’s temple and she dropped a kiss there.

“What if I don’t see it? What if the star is not here anymore?” Emily wondered with a trembling voice.

“It will always be here, honey… and you will always see it because Aunty Lauren’s star is the brightest.” Sharon explained. “See how shiny it is?”

Emily nodded, but didn’t say a word. Her teary eyes were glued to her “auntie’s star”. She felt her mother move slightly and turned to meet her gaze, “Mama?”

“Yes, baby?” Sharon replied softly, putting back a strand of hair behind her daughter’s ear.

“Can we stay here a little more with Aunty?” Emily asked shyly.

“Sure we can, sweetheart.” Sharon answered with a sad smile.

Sharon leaned against the back of the chair and pulled Emily against her. She gently adjusted the blanket around her daughter and kissed her temple. Emily snuggled deeper against her mother before turning her attention to the sky. Sharon did the same when Emily whispered to her, “You’re right, Mama. Auntie’s star is very shiny.”

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agent-yolk-writes · 5 years

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Friends Like You and Us - Venom!Reader - Ch. 4

And we’re back! First AO3, then Quotev, now finally Tumblr! Good thing for post resets.

In today’s episode, we jump straight back to the present to meet the last member of the B-Team. Venom has a plan for once, the Reader is Absolutely Done(tm) physically and emotionally, and what Aunt Mary doesn’t know who her nibling is bringing into their apartment while she’s on a business trip won’t kill her...yet.

(Nibling is the gender-neutral term for niece/nephew, the more you know)

Note: If you’re using this to teleport to the AO3 version I would like to give a heads up that the italics for some reason stop working when the Reader meets Peni. I don’t know how to fix it, so it be like that sometimes. Enjoy!

Previous Chapter | Start from the beginning | AO3 version

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Indeed, it did get weirder.

You didn’t realize that the hunt for your next meal took so long. The sun just...got ahead of you. The shadows in this creepy part of the city started stretching, covering everything in its path. You thought your eyes were playing tricks when you saw another pair of Spider-man’s white eyes in the darkness behind Ham. The tingling sensation faded as the shadow started moving, revealing that it was an actual goddamn person.

Despite being a self-proclaimed ‘superhero’ for almost a week now, you aren’t getting paid enough for this.

You rubbed your eyes expecting this weird dizzy spell would go away, but upon opening them again they were still standing there staring at you.

“Don’t worry, I get that all the time.” Ham commented. He eyed his taller companion and nudged him on the thigh. “C’mon man, you can’t just stand there menacingly forever.”

“...”

Should I just go or-

“You got some nerve stealing the glory of someone else’s hard work.” Great, he also sounds familiar. Is this some reunion you didn’t get the memo for?

“Well you certainly can’t leave them here to waste!” You rebutted as you stood up. “Someone’s gotta clean up, and it might as well be us.”

“There’s no us in this, missy.” He rebutted.

“That’s not what I-Ugh, whatever!” You shook your head in your heads in frustration before looking back at them. “Look, we’re not going to get anywhere bickering like this.” You motioned your hands to the two. “You guys are out of place, clearly. Let’s discuss this somewhere else before-“ On cue, the sudden wail of police sirens announced their presence as they block off the only ground entrance out of here. Venom instinctually covered your ears to block out the loud sound. “...that.” You sound of your croak almost sounded not human.

The two looked at each other. While you were right that this isn’t the ideal spot for an interrogation, you’re still not in the clear of their suspicions.

“Alright. Let’s skedaddle then, but you’re not out of the hot seat yet, missy.” The brooding spider detective said, shooting a spider web and letting it pull him up. You couldn’t help but groan, he speaks like a dad in a cartoon.

Ham nudged you deeper into the alley. “C’mon kid. It’s quieter up top.” You could feel Venom trying to dig your heels into the dirt, but at this point, it was too dangerous.

Spider-Ham, also known as Peter Porker, was in fact not a pig at first. According to him, he was the spider bitten by a radioactive pig that later became his aunt. He told you not to think about it too much. In his world, everyone has been anthropomorphized into an animal. He works at the Daily Beagle where they work him like a dog trying to sniff out the latest scoop. He was just finishing a fight with a mad scientist lobster before he got snatched between dimensions. The more he talks, the more vocal your thoughts are trying to figure out where have you heard his voice before. A thought passed somewhere about what you might look like in his world.

His black and white companion was Spider-Man Noir, also known as Peter Benjamin Parker, who lived in a monochromic version of Earth in the 1930s. He used to investigate stories for the Daily Bugle and during that time a spider that resided in an exotic statue from Africa escaped and bit him. After the betrayal and death of his mentor Ben (“Not to confuse ya with my uncle Ben, who also bit the dust.” He explained.), he decided to become a P.I. and fight Nazis along the way. You liked this guy already, and yet he also sounds so familiar.

To think just half an hour or so, you were about to metaphorically throw hands and eat heads…

And we still didn’t eat them.

Yea, I’m a bit disappointed too. I’ll make it up later.

Those poor criminals, wasted. Handed to the police before you could even nibble on a finger. If Venom starts to act up like a grumpy child, it’s on them. After the small buzzing in your ears died down, all you’re left with is that dull throbbing in your head that you get with migraines and hunger from both you and your companion. It’s not your fault the universe slapped a literal man-eater on you.

Then again, after the whole exposition dump they piled on you, you felt a little guilty sprinkling your truth with little white lies on top. By the way your companion was treated by his not-so-friendly superhero, you could only assume that it’s mutual throughout the alternative universes. Better play it safe and claim you built your suit out of some nanotech that was laying around...somewhere. You even ‘pulled down’ your mask as a sign of trust.

You regained your focus when Venom used your limbs to jump between buildings to catch up with the eccentric duo. You haven’t really kept in touch with the whole lore of superheroes. They didn’t involve you, so you didn’t get involved. It wasn’t going to be the end of the world if you didn’t reblog five different gifsets of the same skit Tony Stark was in on Sunday Night Live. If they’re taking you to some secret spider cave, then it’s news to you.

Speaking of which,

“Sooo,” You decided to break the ice. “Where...exactly are we heading to?”

“Our own little Hooverville.” Noir answered. “It ain’t much, but it’s the best we got at the moment.”

“Plus we already have someone guarding the helm while we searched for more folks like you!” Ham added.

“You’re telling me there’s another one of you guys?” You held your hands up and counted the total number of spider heroes, not including yourself.

“And together, we make quite a ragtag bunch.” Ham continued on. “Who knew you could make a robot shaped like a spider?”

“Don’t forget the fact it’s small enough for that kid to get in and out with ease and her fingers still intact.” Noir added.

“Who...is this…’person’ you’re talking about?” You questioned, trying not to assume to worse.

“Don’t worry, she’s a sweetheart.” The detective added. “She’s got spunk for someone her size.”

Oh god, Venom.

What?

If this is an actual child I swear-

“Welcome back!”

You had to give your eyes a good rub to process what you were seeing. In front of you was indeed a small mecha shaped like a spider. The red and blue metal pieces clash together but at the same time was fitting for something like it. The small figure that was tinkering one of the robot’s legs when you arrived. As they stood up and you finally get a good look at her, you wanted to go apeshit over the fact that, indeed, it’s an actual child piloting a robot. You’ve seen like two movies that basically told you why it’s a bad idea for a kid to pilot a destructive machine in the first place.

You can tell by her appearance alone that she too is from another universe. You couldn’t describe it, but her dimensions seem...rather flat? No, that’s not the right word. Whatever it is, Ham has it too. You thought it was just Ham being Ham up until now since, after all, he's a walking, talking, crime-fighting pig you see in cartoons.

“Hey kid, hope there weren’t any scuffles while we were gone.” Noir was the first to greet her as she ran up to him.

“Nope! It was quiet as a mouse.” Was her response. She peered around his brooding form and met your eyes. Her eyes managed to grow even bigger as she approaches you excitedly.

”Hello! You must be the one we were sensing!” She grabbed your hand, giving it a nice shake. “I’m Peni Parker, and that over there is my robot SP//dr!” As if on cue, SP//der’s faceplate lit up and gave a friendly wave. Out of politeness, you waved back while ignoring the spidey-sense going off threefold.

Peni Parker...Peter “Noir” Parker...Peter Porker...Not to alarm anyone, but you think there’s some kind of pattern going here, and you’re the outlier. Well, at least Gwanda is with you for this one.

”H-Hello, Peni…” God, why are you acting so awkward all of the sudden? ”I’m (First Name), hero name TBA.” You shot your arm out awkwardly, letting the small girl take the reins in the art of the first handshake. You wonder if she can sense your weirdness with that firm grip of hers.

“So, now what?” Ham was the first to break the silence before it got weird. “We’re basically sitting ticking time bombs until we figure out a way to get back home! New kid!” He pointed at you, making you jump at the sudden action. “You got anything new to contribute?”

Shit! Shit! No one told me this was a quiz! Vee!

...We have an idea. Cover us.

Huh?! You have a-

Venom assumed control of your body, shrugging off your backpack to find your phone. Your phone? What could there possibly be on your...Oh! You have...some sort of an idea on what he’s doing! Maybe.

“Actually,” You started, bracing yourself like you’re stalling for time on an in-class presentation. “I heard a rumor the other day online…” Subtly, Venom pulled back the tendrils over your thumb so your phone can scan your print. “Somebody on a high-rise took a picture of the area-passwordiscapitalqwerty-where Spider-Man died. Can’t guarantee that-yesallcaps-you’ll see the body with this quality though.” Now if you can only find said photo if the mods of that subreddit didn’t remove it first. Ugh, this public wifi sucks ass. Who's hoarding it at this hour?

It doesn’t help that your hand is visibly shaking as your phone struggles to detect any pressure from your sweaty appendages and three sets of eyes that are on you expectedly aren't making this any easier. To make sure karma knows it's laughing at you, your phone slipped out of your grip at the most inopportune moment. Your case had taken some beatings in the past, but you know for sure by the sound of the landing that it was time for it to be replaced. You just stood there frozen, wondering when the panic attack kicks in.

Instead, your tingling skin is your only warning before your muscles went out of control. It felt like you were being ripped from the inside out and then being ripped outside in twice fold. The pained garble coming out of your mouth was either coming from you or Venom. It was tough to see with your spotty vision, but it looks like your newly befriended companions were going through this too in various states of pain.

After a few seconds, the out of body experience ended. You know immediately that trying to get up quickly will kick you in the ass right after.

You good, buddy?

Peachy.

Figured.

When you patted around and found your phone, you couldn’t help but grimace at the sight of new cracks branching over your screen.

”Son of a bitch…” You couldn't help but swear out. ”You know what? This would be better if I did this at my place, yeah?” Digging your hands into your face you inhale, waited, and exhale slowly. When you looked up, they were still staring at you with concerned eyes. “What? It’s my first week on the job, can you give me some slack?”

While you knew your aunt was a few hours away somewhere upstate you couldn’t help but pray that she doesn’t decide to come back home in the darkness of the night. If Penn Station was closer, maybe you could’ve caused some delays on the Amtrak. Didn’t help that you now have guests sheltering in your apartment clearly not built for four heroes of various sizes that had to get inside through the window. You hope no one in the next building over calls the police. You all even put a tarp over SP//dr, much to the dismay of the robot, to make sure it doesn’t end up on your social media timeline later on. At least Mr. Davis wasn’t there when you unlocked the door manually.

“It’s nothing much, but it’s the best I can do. Make yourself at home.” You didn’t need to say that twice. Almost instantly they go around poking and observing whatever they can. “Can I...get any of you something to drink?”

“An egg cream for me.”

“I’ll take some juice, please!”

“Rum and coke. Shaken, not stirred.”

You have no idea what an egg creme is, there’s only vegetable juice in the fridge, and there’s certainly no alcohol in this apartment. You’ll make it work somehow.

Keyword: somehow.

Do pig-spiders even need to get drunk in the first place? According to Google, egg cream is just a fancy way of saying milkshake. How old are these people exactly?

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winsister91 · 5 years

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FGA Daedric Princes (Part 12)

Summary: The group split up as Dean and Shannon take off for their mini vacation and the Sammys hold the fort at the Bunker. Heaven keeps a close watch...

Characters: Dean x Shannon (OFC), Sam x Sammy (OFC), Gabriel

Warnings: Fluff, Crack?.Pissy frustrated boys?

Word Count: 3821

A/N: Written by @sofreddie and @winsister91. Side project we’ve been working on. FEEDBACK IS GOLD!! We’d love to hear your thoughts as this was spawned from us trying out different writing and characters. We hope you enjoy! Somehow I survived the writing of the last chapter. Now it’s all about the slow calculated counter-attack ;)

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Shannon dropped her bag in the trunk and made her way to the passenger door of the Impala, climbing inside and carefully shutting the door behind her, “So, you gonna tell me where we’re going or…”

“I made some reservations,” Dean smiled proudly, “How does our own private hidey hole on the beach sound?”

“Really?” she beamed, her eyes lighting up with excitement as she looked over at him, “That sounds...awesome!” she laughed.

“Right?” Dean agreed, just as excited as she was, “So I was thinking we can get some booze, chill out on the sand...when it gets dark I’ll make a fire...properly scenic stuff.”

“You’ve got it all planned out, huh?” she smiled bashfully, “It’ll be nice to spend some time together. We haven’t really had a chance to just be, you know?”

“I know,” he nodded, “It’s been pretty non-stop, but...maybe this can be our thing once and awhile. An escape.”

“Well, let’s see how this goes first,” she laughed, “Who knows, you could get tired of me after spending so much time cooped up with nothing but me around.”

“If anything, you’ll be the one who gets fed up of me,” Dean laughed, “The only risk I got is getting addicted,” he tossed her a wink.

They drove along for several hours, music playing in the background as they took in the scenery and talked, about their lives, their dreams, and anything in between.

“Tell me a secret,” Shannon asked, shifting to turn in her seat, facing Dean, her elbow propped on the back of the seat as she let her eyes wander over him lovingly.

“A what?” Dean laughed slightly, glancing at her briefly, “Well...what kind of secret?”

“The kind you’re scared to admit to anyone, including yourself,” she urged gently.

“Well, you apparently already know everything I’ve done,” he countered, “and you’re still here which makes you doubly insane might I add.”

“Well, you’re hot as hell, so that helps,” she grinned at him, “And yeah, I know what all you’ve done. But I don’t know what you think or feel or want.”

He chuckled, cheeks slightly pinkening at her first comment, before he thought aloud, “What I want…” he mumbled, “I’m not even sure myself… but I know despite all the crap we’ve all been through the last month, having you around has made me the happiest I think I’ve ever been, truly.”

“I haven’t done anything but managed to bring demons and Heaven down on your head,” she sighed guiltily, “I don’t understand how that makes you happy.”

“Well not that stuff obviously,” Dean chuckled, “But that’s not your fault. I’m talking about...your smile. Your laugh. Seeing you look after everybody. You and Sammy bitching each other out but obviously loving each other to the end of the earth. Your sass...Need I continue?”

“I’m happy too,” she smiled softly, “The four of us, after everything, it just feels like a family unit, like we all click and fit together somehow. And I know that’s cheesy as all get out, but it just seems right, like this is how it’s supposed to be, for all of us.” she shrugged, blushing.

“Can’t argue with that,” he said with a nod, “‘cause that's exactly what it is. Right.”

Sammy’s eyes slowly opened, her head heavy and groggy. Sam’s room came into focus and she couldn’t stop the smile that grew on her face. With a grunt, she sat up, the cold air hitting her skin and making her shudder. Pulling the sheets around her, she glanced about for her clothes, finding them scattered haphazardly around the room.

That’s when she saw the clock, it was 1pm and her eyes went wide.

“Shit!” she hissed, scrambling to get dressed. An afternoon wake up wasn’t exactly abnormal, but it usually came after staying up until after dawn.

The Bunker was quiet as she paced the halls, a little too quiet, she passed by her own room and saw her game still sat on pause. Mentally telling her PS4 she’ll ‘be right back’ she went in search of coffee.

“Hey, Sleepyhead,” Sam said, smiling from the island as he was making a sandwich for lunch, “How did you sleep?” he automatically began making a second sandwich, knowing she’d be hungry.

“A little too well seemingly,” she smiled sheepishly, approaching the coffee machine and yawning heavily, “Where are them two?”

He chuckled lightly, “Would you believe Dean planned a romantic getaway?” he laughed, “They left a few hours ago. Said we could use some time to ourselves too.” he finished making the food, bringing the plates to the kitchen table, “Oh, and he said when they get back, we can take the car on our own trip.” he wiggled his brows excitedly at her.

Her eyes lit up at the food, before they narrowed, “Wait, they’re gone!?” she whined, “Shannon went up and left without saying bye to her wife!? I feel like I’ve been dumped…” she pouted.

“Babe,” Sam sighed, holding her hand in his own, “For what it’s worth, she didn’t want to go until after you woke up. But Dean was eager to head out and I figured you two would just catch up on the phone later.” he shrugged.

“Any other time, I’d have been awake,” she folded her arms in a fake sulk, “But someone went and...a-and….heh…” she blushed and smirked.

“You’re welcome,” he teased with a big grin, “What do those doctors know anyway? Should’ve just prescribed you a giant dose of Sam Fucking Winchester.” he chuckled.

“More…” she chuckled at her own thought before she could say it, “A giant fucking from Sam Winchester,” she giggled childishly, “But wait, did you say Dean’s letting us run away somewhere when they get back?”

“Baby, you ain’t been fucked...yet,” he smirked with a wink, “And yes. When they get back, we get to take the car and go where ever we want. So start thinking up a vacation.”

Her cheeks burned, brain going plenty of places that weren’t vacation ideas, “Heh...I...um...I’ll work on that later,” she rose from the table, “Right now, I got some gaming to catch up on.”

“You’re gonna make me jealous of that damn thing,” he pouted, pulling her into his arms and resting his chin on her belly as he looked up at her with his signature puppy-eyes.

“O-oh God,” she mumbled, “There it is. The famed puppy eyes, fuck! They really are effective…”

“How about…” he thought for a moment before giving her an innocent smile, “You go play for a bit and later, you can make it up to me?”

“Oh I’ll play,” she smirked, “Yeah, and then you’re gonna see what a counter-attack from Sammy Fucking Kelly is all about, just you wait!”

His grin turned sinister as he nipped at her stomach and one of his large hands gave her ass a squeeze, “I look forward to it.”

There was a small whine in her throat as her blush spread down her neck. Mind racing, she already regretted her words, there was no way anything she could think of was topping what he had planned she figured.

Dean pulled up to the small seaside cabin, just as the sun was beginning its decline behind the horizon. He threw the car in park, looking over at Shannon who had dozed off close to an hour before. He smiled, deciding to grab their bags and ready the cabin, before coming back to wake her, guiding her into the cozy abode.

“Wow,” she breathed out, taking in the small but lovely space, the back wall all windows looking out over the water. She smiled, walking towards the window and watching as the setting sun cast warm colors across the water, “This is pretty impressive, Dean.”

“It is,” he nodded in agreement, standing by her at the window, “I’ve always wanted to do something like this…”

She tugged on the sliding glass door with a wide grin, stepping out on the small deck, “Come on!” she cheered, running down the steps and onto the beach toward the surf.

His eyebrows raised watching her jog ahead, he grinned loving the sight of her being so care-free. He jogged after her, catching up to her just as she reached the water, “You’re gonna get your clothes all wet,” he chuckled.

She turned, wrapping her arms around his waist and smiling coyly up at him, “I was under the impression I wouldn’t be wearing them long anyway,” she cooed, pecking his lips lightly.

“Damn,” he grinned devilishly, pulling her in for a deeper kiss, his own hands snaking around her waist, fingertips lightly tucking into the waist of her pants.

“Unless, of course, this was meant to be an innocent escape,” she teased, batting her eyes at him.

“And what aspect of me do you think has ever been innocent?” he countered, his hand ruffling her hair as he lightly bit his bottom lip, “You’re beautiful Baby.”

“You’re not half bad yourself,” she teased, “So I’m guessing we have to run to the store tomorrow, stock up the fridge and whatnot so I can cook for you,” she grinned, “So what do you want to do about dinner tonight? I’m sure you’re starving.”

“Nuh uh,” he pressed a finger on her lips, “You’re not doing anything but relaxing. S’about time I showed you my own cooking expertise.”

“Mmm, that sounds good,” she agreed, “I could get used to this whole ‘playing house’ thing,” she joked, blushing bashfully.

“Well good, ‘cause you’ll have to get used to it,” he smiled, “You’re right though, we’ll need to go to the store so...takeout tonight?”

“Whatever you want, Dear,” she teased, kissing him once more.

“Dear?” he laughed, “Ok, darling.”

She scrunched her face in distaste, “Yeah, no...that’s just weird.” she laughed, releasing her hold on him and looking back over the water, “Maybe tomorrow we can go in the water? Swim a bit, ooh! We can walk the beach for shells!” she said excitedly.

“Sure,” he narrowed his eyes mischievously, pulling her back to him, “Or we can just go in the water now?”

Before she could answer, he had hold of her, spinning on his heels and falling back into the surf, dragging her down on top of him.

She squealed in surprise and gasped in shock as the water came rushing up to them once more, “Dean!” she giggled, slapping him on the chest, “Now we’re all wet.” she chuckled with a playful pout.

“I did warn you,” he shrugged, splashing the water like a child and laughing.

She grinned down at him, hovering above his lips, “Now we have to shower…” she mockingly complained.

“Well isn’t that just a pickle,” he bit his tongue playfully.

She leaned down, kissing him tenderly, pulling back with a happy sigh, “You do realize you’ve gone full romance novel, right?” she laughed, “Making out in the sand at sunset…” She moved to kiss him again, before a bigger wave crashed to the shore, washing over them abruptly, “Oh fuck!” she exclaimed, wiping the water from her face and getting to her feet, holding out a hand to help him up, her clothes and hair now soaked.

“That’s why romance novels are full of crap,” Dean joked, taking her hand and pulling himself up, and shaking the water off his face before grinning, “So how about that shower?”

“Uh...yeah,” she gave a small smile, blushing as she made her way back to the cabin. Her mind ran a million miles a minute. Did he plan on showering together? But that would mean he’d see her naked. Did she ask him to join her? She made her way into the house, grabbing her bag and looking around for the bathroom, her features betraying her nervousness as she nibbled on her lower lip.

Dean tossed his jacket onto one of the cabin’s small radiators, still chuckling softly to himself. He started looking around too, opening doors and peeking into the rooms. His eyebrows raised at finding the bedroom, a large queen sized bed which already gave him thoughts.

With only one door left, a huge wet room came into view, “Wow…” he said, “Okay so...uh…” he looked at Shannon and suddenly felt shy, “You get first dibs.”

“O-okay,” she breathed out shakily, nodding at him as she passed to go into the wet room. She gave him one last glance as she shut the door behind her, letting out a long breath once she was alone, before going about her shower. She came out a short while later, freshly cleaned and dressed in her tank top and sleep pants, smiling sheepishly at him, “It’s all yours.”

He found his eyes lingering on her, the tank top tight and showing off every delightful curve. Composing himself, he nodded, “I, uh, found some takeout menus so go ahead and pick something.”

She nodded, watching as he disappeared into the wet room, his wet clothes clinging to his back, his muscles visible beneath them. She let out another shaky breath, shaking her head and composing herself as she went to peruse the menus. By the time Dean returned, she had settled on what she wanted.

“Hey, I figured this could work,” she handed him the menu with the notes on what she wanted. Her eyes lingered on him, looking so relaxed in the simple t-shirt and track pants.

“Works for me,” he said with a smile, mentally picking for himself and grabbing his cell. After placing the order, he went out to the car, grabbing some beers from the cooler he stashed on the back seat. He looked out over the beach as he made his way, chuckling to himself. If someone told him a month ago this is what was coming, he’d have never believed it. Stepping back into the cabin, his smile grew broader as he laid eyes on Shannon, holding a beer out toward her, “Drink on the deck?” he proposed.

She accepted the drink, nodding as she made her way back onto the deck, sitting in one of the chairs that faced the water. The sun was nearly dipped beneath the horizon, the outside growing dark, the sounds of the waves crashing the only noise around them.

Dean sat in the chair beside her, knowing he should probably be admiring the view, but he couldn’t pull his eyes away. “I know we pretty much just got here,” he said, “But what do you think? Think this could work as a regular escape spot?”

“You tryin’ to get a timeshare, Dean?” she laughed, looking over at him, “I think it’s perfect,” she admitted.

“Timeshare,” Dean scoffed, “Believe it or not, this place actually doubles as a hunter’s safe house. All I do is put the word out for everyone to stay the hell away.”

“This is a safehouse?!” she exclaimed, shocked, “Wow...y’all hunters got it made.” she whistled. “So wait...you own this place?”

“Trust me, the rest of them are dives,” Dean laughed, “Nobody really owns it, but it’s a favored spot. This is actually my first time here, word was some Hunter completely did the place up ‘cause he was fed up of having to crash in dumps.”

“Well if it’s a common house, then you can’t really keep people away, Dean. What if some hunter shows up because he needs a place to hide out?”

“They get some cash put in their hand and sent away to a motel,” he shrugged, “No one will show up, trust me.”

“I do,” she said, so simply and matter of fact. A knock at the door drew their attention and Shannon stiffened slightly, her eyes sliding to Dean in question.

“Huh…” Dean got to his feet, “Food comes real damn fast around here.” He ventured to answer the knock, his face dropping at the sight on the other side.

“Heya, Dean-o,” Gabe smirked in greeting, holding up the bag of food, “You ordered some Chinese, right?” Dean narrowed his eyes suspiciously at the archangel, “Oh come on!” Gabe protested, “You finally got some time alone with your Sweetie...just checking that all is well.” he smiled, looking over Dean’s shoulder to see into the house, “Nice digs.”

“Everything’s just fine,” Dean growled, snatching the bag of food, “Now get lost.”

“So,” Gabe lowered his volume, “Tonight’s the night, huh?” he smirked, wiggling his brows and rocking back and forth on his feet.

“Are you-” Dean nearly shouted, opting to step out and close the door behind him first to try and keep Shannon out of earshot, “Are you fucking serious!? Cas was supposed to tell you feathery dicks to leave us the hell alone!”

“Oh, he relayed your message,” Gabe confirmed, “But, you know, Heaven’s agenda, bloodlines, yada, yada, yada…”

“You know,” Dean shook his head, completely done, “If you guys put as much effort into other stuff that you do with this, the world may not be so fucked!”

Gabe’s happy expression dropped as he narrowed his eyes at Dean, stepping into his personal space, “Now you listen to me, dick,” he said, raising a finger for emphasis, “Why do you think Heaven is so intent on continuing the Winchester line, hmm? Your kid...your kid, is gonna be the one to stop things that you don’t even know are coming. And I am that kid’s...let’s just call it a...guardian. So how about you stop being so self-centered and focus on the bigger picture!” he growled, his anger shining in his eyes.

“Y-you,” Dean looked at Gabe in shock, “You are gonna be...my kid’s Guardian Angel?” Dean couldn't hold back the titter in his voice, “That’s hilarious, poor little bastard.”

“Archangels don’t usually take these gigs, but with Winchesters involved,” he shrugged, “So you do your part and I’ll do mine,” he smirked, before snapping his fingers and disappearing.

“Dean?” Shannon’s voice could be heard calling to him from inside the house and he realized how concerned she must be.

Dean shook his head, still processing the new information before heading back inside. After they ate, they found themselves back on the deck, drinking the last two bottles of beers as the moonlight shine across the sand and water.

Sam made his way from Sammy’s room to the kitchen, having been trying to learn the game she was intent on teaching him to play. He quickly pulled out his phone, deciding to check on Dean, as things always seemed to pop up on them.

“Hey,” Sam said into the phone, “Just wanted to check in, see how things were going,” he said to his brother.

“Yeah, having your little brother ring up while you’re trying to have a romantic getaway really adds to the mood,” Dean scoffed on the other end of the line.

“Yeah, well I wasn’t too thrilled when Gabe popped in earlier,” Sam groaned in frustration, “Randomly dropped off some Chinese food and said you were a dick.” he huffed.

“Jesus fucking Christ,” Dean also groaned, “He came over here, spinning shit about bloodlines again…”

“Why haven’t we killed him yet?” Sam asked, exasperated.

“I’m not sure if that’s an option anyways,” Dean huffed, “Turns out he’s taking the job of being… my kid’s guardian angel.”

Sam’s eyes went wide, trying to decide which bit of information he wanted to tackle first, “Uh...ok, I have so many questions…”

“Ditto,” Dean agreed, “They’re recruiting for a role that’s not even available, but...as much as a dick Gabe is, at least...well...this supposed kid should be relatively safe having him as guardian.”

“I’m surprised you’re so calm about it,” Sam said, “I’d be suffering from performance anxiety at a minimum after that bombshell.”

“Okay don’t emphasize it!” Dean hissed, “We’re just...hanging out right now. Couple of beers, watching the waves, there’s no rush….right?”

“Really, Dean? You’re off on some trip, with a beautiful woman, alone, and you’re dancing around it?” Sam scoffed, “I swear, if I didn’t know better, I’d think you were gay.”

“You’re not the one with Heaven breathing down your damn neck and practically watching!!” Dean snapped, “You worry about you, I’ll worry about me, and I’m not gay!!”

“You’re right, I’m not,” Sam agreed with a laugh, “So you have fun with that.” he teased, “Oh, and Dean?”

“What!?” Dean groaned.

“If I were you, I’d triple check my protection,” Sam laughed, “You’ve got a trickster hell-bent on plans after all,” Sam said, ending the call with a smug grin as he made his way back to Sammy.

Dean shoved his phone back in his pocket, glancing at his bag. Specifically, the pocket he stashed the box of condoms in, he slowly zipped it open, seeing the box still there. Raising his eyebrow, he pulled the lid open and it was empty. “Son of a bitch!” he growled.

Sam came back to Sammy’s room, chuckling to himself with a grin as he sat back on the bed next to her, smiling as she paused long enough to slurp some noodles before returning to her game.

“What’s so funny?” she looked at him in curiosity before swiftly turning back to the game.

Sam proceeded to fill her in on his conversation with Dean, laughing almost to tears as he struggled to explain. “It’s just,” he paused to catch his breath, “I know it’s a sucky situation to be in, but from the outside, it’s almost hilarious. Especially seeing him freak out over the whole thing, knowing how much he really wants it.” he started chuckling again, before scooting down the bed to sit behind her, wrapping his arms around her and resting his chin on her shoulder as he watched her play, “Plus, it’s kind of nice to be out of the line of fire.” he admitted.

Sammy giggled in agreeance, leaning back into Sam comfortably, before her smile dwindled slightly, “Well...you say that,” she raised an eyebrow, “But Gabe showed up here too...he may not have said anything but...well, doesn’t that show we’re kinda still in the crosshairs a little bit?”

Sam’s eyes went wide, her words sinking in, as he quickly untangled himself from her, shooting off the bed and dashing to his room. Sammy could hear him shout from down the halls, “GOD FUCKING DAMNIT!! Gabe! You piece of shit!!”

Sam came marching back into the room, hopping as he was pulling his shoes on his feet, “I’m gonna run out real quick,” he said, somewhat out of breath, pecking her lips, “Be back in a few minutes.”

“Ooo!” Sammy jumped to her feet, “Let me come! I wanna buy some junk food.”

“Babe, we just got Chinese,” he laughed.

Her brow furrowed in confusion, “...And?”

He sighed, “Yeah, okay,” he relented, “Come on.”

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A Little Less Conversation. Perfect.

@weilongfu and @andwebegin, this is what I have, will probably never finish and wasn’t going to post anyway. I dunno, I think I’ve lost my mind. @somewhatavidreader read all of this before - I haven’t corrected anything you suggested yet, I am still so grateful you read it 💗, I’m just brain dead. @fkyb read this when it was RAW RAW RAW, not that this is better, but whatever. It’s not finished. I know how it’s supposed to finish, I can see it. but I just can’t get it done. As in get it from my head to the keys, the tone keeps changing on me.

Chu Shu Zhi liked being Guo Chang Cheng’s boyfriend, liked it so much it was perilously close to being called ‘love’. He’d been in a couple of relationships in the past, nothing that ever felt like this, never where he’d been content to finish the night the way his dates now ended. At the beginning of their romance he definitely loved the shared glances, the soft touches, the heady feel of spending all night only kissing and touching. Gradually, though, he’d wanted to take their relationship further, sharing more satisfaction than mind blowing-kisses and exploring hands gave them. And conversation. God, they had a lot of conversation, not that he minded conversation, conversation was great; he’d learned about his K-pop addiction, which drama actor were his favourites, who were his celebrity crushes (and that one he wished he could un-know), how he preferred cats over dogs. It’s only that… He wanted to bite Xiao Guo, taste his skin, run his tongue over every inch of him those loose clothes covered. Wanted to feel himself enveloped in his heat and tightness, wanted to worship at the altar of Guo Chang Cheng. Simply… wanted. Period. And he knew exactly what the obstacle was: his boyfriend. Well, more precisely, what was inside his boyfriend’s head.

Over one dinner, Chang Cheng told him about his first crush, how he’d mocked his ‘scrawny, puny’ body in gym class. “I guess he had a point. I mean, I’m not athletic, like you or him, not built to save a world or anything. I completely understand why he wouldn’t have been interested in me. I mean, who would…” He’d absently pulled his sweater closer over his chest as if attempting to camouflage his body from view. Shu Zhi wanted nothing more at that moment than to track down Xiao Guo’s school crush and destroy him. Since that wasn’t an option, he’d merely raised an eyebrow at the phrase ‘who would’ and pointed a finger at himself. “Me?” There was something like sadness colouring the sigh that escaped his boyfriend, along with an uncertain “Yeah…” Needless to say, the night, and several more after that one, had ended with no more than kisses.

Plan forming in his head, he had no intention of letting the person he cared for most in the world do this to himself, to them, any longer.

~~~

Guo Chang Cheng knew he was on dating on borrowed time. Either way, he was one hundred percent sure his relationship would be ending; whether Chu Ge would dump him because he was tired of solely kisses, or that his boyfriend would be disappointed with what he found when his clothes were off, it would still end. And it would hurt so much more than almost anything else he had ever experienced in his whole life except the death of his parents. It would be the death of his soul, of all the little fantasies he had of their future. Because he wasn’t enough. Again.

When he closed his eyes and thought about what might happen if they’d go that far, he could almost see the look of distaste on Chu Ge’s face; probably similar to the one the boy he’d liked had when he’d seen him in his swim trunks. “Scrawny, puny weakling.” It had hurt when he’d heard it all those years ago, it would shatter him to pieces now.

Worse would be kindness, his Chu Ge being kind to him through his dissatisfaction, trying to fake pleasure and attraction. It had been some weird sort of relief when he’d told him about that gym class, like now they both knew that he knew he wasn’t sexually attractive. So that ‘me?’ comment hurt a little more than maybe it should have, given him a taste of the feeling that would devastate him if he were kind. God, he hated thinking like this, maybe he needed a cookie. A cookie and some time with kittens.

~~~

He was on his fourth cookie - a chocolate chip peanut butter coconut cookie that shouldn’t have tasted good but really, really did – playing with three of the kittens currently working in the café when the text came.

<3ChuGe<3: Tonight, 6pm, my place, dinner. Ok? *heart emoji* <3ChuGe<3: Please?

Here it comes, the ‘thank you and goodbye’ talk. He nearly sent back a message saying he was busy, but what could he possibly have been busy with? He’d know it was a lie, and really it was probably best to get it over with so he could go home and die in the shower, then go to work the next day as if nothing had happened. Sucking it up, he texted back:

Yep. See you then!

A couple of seconds later, another text:

<3ChuGe<3: What’s wrong?

Frustrated, he texted back

Nothing. Everything is fine.

Thus began what could only be described as a ‘polite argument’ through texts.

<3ChuGe<3: Everything is *not* fine, what’s wrong? You’re at the cat café eating cookies again, aren’t you? Xiao Guo: Yes, but everything is fine. <3ChuGe<3: Now I know everything is not fine because 1) you didn’t send back an emoji and you emoji EVERY text 2) You only go to the café alone when you’re upset. TELL ME. Xiao Guo: Nothing is wrong. I’m fine. I wanted a cookie and a cuddle. <3ChuGe<3: I would have cuddled you I keep cookies in my desk now. For you. Come here and I’ll cuddle and cookie you.

Reading the last text, the pressure in his chest receded somewhat. His boyfriend wouldn’t have offered him his precious stock of cookies and affection if he were going to break it off with him tonight. That would be cruel, right? He wasn’t cruel, he wouldn’t be in love someone cruel. Totally, completely and insecurely in love with not-cruel Chu Shu Zhi.

He sent a final text:

*heart eyes emoji* I’ll see you tonight for dinner. *heart emoji* *heart emoji* *heart emoji* I’m really fine. *blowing kiss emoji* I have kittens to cuddle. *pusheen heart emoji*

He wasn’t all surprised to receive an answer a minute later.

<3ChuGe<3: I call overuse of emojis. *laugh emoji* See you tonight. *heart emoji* *heart emoji* *heart emoji*

~~~

The door opened in the middle of Guo’s second knock, the hand poised to rap again snatched to pull him inside. Chu Ge’s warm, gentle smile was enhanced by the soft glow of candlelight lighting the apartment; so many candles were lit, he'd have suspected a power failure if he hadn't seen the hall light working perfectly. His boyfriend’s outfit was different than the usual clothing he wore; snugger if that were possible, the not-quite-buttoned button up shirt showing off more of his chest than the normal tank top.

“Hi.” The word was spoken softly, seductively, prequel to a lingering kiss which left them both a little dazed, despite several months of dating and innumerable kisses. “Mmmm.. Are you hungry?” When it was spoken in a provocative growl against his lips, it felt like there was more to that question than was asked, the breathy “uh huh” an answer to the underlying question.

“Confess, how many cookies did you eat?” Chu seemed to enjoy the flush creeping over his boyfriend’s face. “Two.” When the silence lingered, he sighed and admitted, “Five.” Guo Chang Cheng found himself pulled into an affectionate hug, a joy-filled kiss pressed to his hair with words that sounded very much like “God, I love you” said so quietly he almost missed them. Startled, he pulled back enough to search Chu Ge’s face for any sign of sarcasm or joking. All he found was a pair of mocha eyes gazing back at him with adoration, sort of goofy tilt to his expressive lips. “Yeah, I do”, a hint of surprise in his voice.

~~~

He’d not meant to confess, he didn’t realise he’d slipped into love until his boyfriend tried to lie, badly, about his cookie intake. He’d never felt love for anyone before except his brother, hadn’t ever had the intensity of feeling like this, the urge to protect, to possess someone entirely, to make someone else happy no matter what it took to do it. There was something in Guo Chang Cheng that triggered a homing instinct in his soul, that instant he knew without hesitation that there would never be anyone more perfect for him, never be anyone who with a simple glance of those cinnamon eyes could reduce him to a mass of quivering want. He knew that his words were unexpected when disbelief shown on his boyfriend’s face, in a way that slightly hurt. He’d tried so hard to show him that he was loved, cared for, and yet he hadn’t seen it. Had fled to his safe, happy place to eat cookies and play with kittens, alone. “So, next time you’re hurt, come to me. Or take me with you. I like cookies and kittens too. But I love you.”

Xiao Guo moved his mouth to reply, nothing came out. Those gorgeous cinnamon eyes glittered with tears, some of which overflowed and slid down his face. Shu Zhi cupped his jaw with careful hands, brushing his thumbs to wipe away the moisture before pulling him in for another kiss. After a moment, he felt more than heard “I love you too” against his lips and hands slide up to pull him deeper. Tongues teased languidly as if they had all the time in the world, small sounds of passion slipped out and echoed in the apartment, caresses exchanged; all of this wasn’t new, now, however, there was deeper emotion behind it.

Before it got out of hand, he kissed his way along his boyfriend's jawline to lightly lick his ear. “I promised I’d feed you, so we need to stop.” Snorting at Xiao Guo’s grumble of dissatisfaction, he stepped out of his arms to pull him towards the sofa. “Luckily you’ve eaten five cookies so you won’t be starving. This isn’t actually really dinner, more of a demonstration.” He picked up a black piece of cloth off the sofa and held it up. “You need to wear this over your eyes.” Those cinnamon coloured eyes widened in outright shock. “Um, what?” Chu repeated himself. “You. Need. To. Wear. This. Trust me, okay?” He cajoled, “Please?” when Chang Cheng paused, then given a hesitant nod of the head.

He removed the ever-present shoulder bag, dropped it next to the sofa and turned him around. “Let me know if it’s too tight. I don’t want you to be able to see, okay?” Slipping the cloth over his eyes, he tied a firm knot. “Good?” A quick nod in response. “Okay, sit here for a moment, don’t touch the blindfold.” Chang Cheng was gently placed on the floor, back to the sofa. “I’ll be right back.”

~~~

He heard Chu Ge move off to do whatever, feeling a little weird with a black cloth covering half his face. Tonight was both wonderful and slightly strange. He was still buzzing with the confession, nerves thrumming with both the aftereffects of the kiss and the fact that he was sitting on the floor in literal blind trust while his boyfriend prepared him for something. All of that overlaid with a feeling of being home, wanted. Maybe he could finally work up the courage to take his clothes off.

The sound of returning footsteps alerted him to whatever was going to happen next, the thunk of plates being placed on the low table in front of him sounding louder in the silent room than it should.

“Okay, scootch up a bit.” Hands pushed him a little forward, he felt Chu Ge slip in and sit behind him, his legs bracketing his own body. “Comfy?” Comfy? Try turned on? Excited? Nervous? “Um.. yeah.”

Whispers in his ear, accompanied by the touch of a bristly chin sent shivers over his skin. “Good. Now, taste this.” He felt something cool and damp against his lips, scented lightly like peach. He opened them up to let his boyfriend slip it in, feeling a thumb brush against his closed lips. “Chew and swallow, please.” The finger continued to caress his lips as he did as requested. “Try this.” Another cool, moist piece of peach was placed in his mouth, this one more fragrant, again asked to chew and swallow. “Which one was better, Xiao Guo? First or second?”

Trying to speak was proving difficult. “Um, the second one. It was sweeter.” He felt arms come around him and hug him quickly. “Good, good. Now try this.” A small, round object was placed against his lips. “Open.” Blueberry. Again another round object was placed against his lips, smaller this time, again was requested to taste it. “Which one did you like more? One or two?” Chu Ge seemed very happy that his answer was two, it earned him a kiss on the temple.

And so it went for the next few minutes; asparagus, shrimp, strawberries, raspberries. Each time a request for Xiao Guo to tell him which tasted better, each time a reward for the ‘right’ answer. Finally, the blindfold was removed and Chang Cheng blinked against the soft candlelight, re-accustoming his eyes to the light. In front of him on the low table were all the things he’d sampled, two of each kind, one larger than the other. He turned questioning eyes on his boyfriend, saw a slow smile steal across his lips. “Every single time, Xiao Guo, you chose the smaller one. You said the smaller one tasted better. Do you understand now that bigger isn’t always better?” Chu Shi Zhi stood up, pulled him to his feet, wrapped his arms around his boyfriend, mocha eyes gazing into cinnamon ones. “Smaller things are as good, if not often better, love, than larger things. That idiot in gym class couldn’t appreciate you for you. It sucks for him and I’m sorry he hurt you, but I’m happy for me that I grabbed you and he didn’t.”

Xiao Guo gave up even trying to hold back the tears. Unable to express his overwhelming emotions, he simply clung to his boyfriend like he was the only thing keeping him alive and let them flow. Soothing hands swept up and down his spine, calming, reassuring; utterances of love and comfort washing over him, easing the storm. Finally, he relaxed against Chu Ge, mumbling quiet apologies into his shoulder. “I am so sorry, I didn’t mean to turn into a mess.”

He felt a small kiss on his forehead. “It’s fine, don’t be upset. You know I had an ulterior motive for this, right?” His boyfriend wiggled his eyebrows in what was supposed to be a provocative way. “Ugh, please don’t do that, you look like Chief Zhao when you do that and it kinda kills the mood.” He did not want to think about his boss when he was contemplating getting naked with his boyfriend.

“Oh, god, sorry, no!”

Xiao Guo tightened his arms around his Chu Ge, now definitely his Chu Ge, hitched up onto his body and wrapped his legs around an apparently surprised boyfriend. He felt hands on his bottom, supporting his weight and maybe copping a bit of a feel. “There is one thing, though, that being bigger is much better at than being small…” As he breathed the words his lips caressed Shu Zhi’s ear. “You can carry me into the bedroom so much easier than I can carry you.”

~~~

It wouldn't surprise him if his heart’d stopped. He turned to examine Chang Cheng’s face for signs of hesitation, reluctance or anything that would have prevented him from going further. “Are you sure? Because we don’t have to…” He sighed and closed his eyes, seeking the right way to say what he felt. “This wasn’t about me wanting to get into your pants.” At a quirk of an eyebrow, he blushed a bit and admitted, “Okay, maybe a little.” He swooped in for a quick kiss. “I need you to be aware though, that it’s you, I want to be with you because it’s you. How you look, or think you look, isn’t important. But, by the way, you're really stunning, just so you know.” Another quick kiss. “Don’t let some ass’s opinion from all those years ago stay in your head, make you think that you’re not good enough. I may be your first relationship, but for me you’re the relationship, do you understand? There is no one else I would ever want, you fill all my empty spaces.”

His heart was clearly working because it twisted when he caught the watery smile of utter joy on his boyfriend’s face, provoking protective urges more than romantic ones. “Please stop crying or I may start? Please?” He kissed the top of Xiao Guo’s head. “I’m not sure whether to take you to the bedroom or take you home.” He let out a long sigh. “I’ll take you ho-”

“Bedroom. Please?” There was a firmness, a certainty he hadn’t heard before when he spoke.

“Are you sure?”

“Yeah, as sure as I’ll ever be for something I’ve never done.” A warm face buried itself in the space between his shoulder and neck as if to hide, unexpected tiny kisses pressed to Chu’s skin.

He carried him slowly to the bedroom, his lips explored the exposed surface of Chang Cheng's throat, soothing the small bites he left with flicks of his tongue. If his boyfriend kept arching against him like that and whimpering, though, this wouldn’t last long.

In the moonlit bedroom, as Xiao Guo slid down off his waist he held him close so he could find balance. His face was flushed, either with embarrassment or excitement, Chu wasn’t sure. “You okay? Do you want to stop?” His boyfriend’s head shook slightly, “No. I just… I don’t know what to do.” The scarlet flush crept higher.

“You don’t have to do anything, Xiao Guo. Relax and everything will flow, I promise.” He brushed soft hands over his jawline, nibbling the smooth skin behind his ear. “I’ve been wanting to worship you for weeks, let me?”

~~~

His ability to think crashed and burned. “You want to worship me?” In his whole existence no one had ever wanted to do anything that was remotely like worshiping him. The nibbling continued, leaving trails of sparks, tantalizing. “MMMhmmm.” Teeth nipping his earlobe, fingers skimming his skin, all he could seem to do is feel at this point. “I have been yearning to worship you for weeks. It’s been so hard,” his boyfriend teased his arousal against a hip, “no pun intended, to stop at only kissing you.” Hands slid down his back, over his bottom, pulling him hard up against an even harder body. “You can tell me to stop any time you need to and I will, I promise.” Now there was licking involved and it was doing wondrous things to his body; in a daze, he wondered if it were possible to die from sheer pleasure.

He slid his own hands up, over Chu Ge’s jaw and eagerly pulled those luscious lips back to his, frantically trying to show him how much he wanted to not stop, not ever stop. Please don’t stop. Licking inexpertly against his boyfriend’s mouth, he felt him smile into the kiss, foreheads meet. “Shhh, we have all night, Xiao Guo. No rush, let me make it the best for you I can, okay?”

~~~

Deft fingers undid buttons and zippers, pulled off clothing until he stood bare under a stunned gaze. Chu Shu Zhi couldn’t stop staring. Xiao Guo was… Perfect. When he said it aloud, told him exactly how beautiful, how flawless he was, the flush blooming on his smooth, slim, delicious chest flowed up over his features sparked a craving to follow it’s course with his mouth. He grabbed the hands he’d tried to cover himself with, embarrassment clearly visible in the movements. “Please, don’t. I’m honestly… Wow. I can’t tell you enough how perfect you are. I keep saying that, don’t I? But you are, you’re perfect.” He knew he was babbling like an idiot, so much not like the 'suave seduction expert' he was going for.

He was in a daze, taking in the slim, delicious torso, the porcelain skin almost glowing like mother of pearl in the light shining through the uncovered windows, contrasting with the patch of hair below his waist. There was not an inch of him he didn’t want to touch, taste, tease. He didn’t know what he’d done in a previous life, but he was sure he didn’t deserve this.

“Can you- can you please not make me the only naked person here?” Awkward tugging on his shirtfront snapped him out of it, quickly pulling off his own clothes until there was nothing left between them but air and moonlight.

~~~

He was certain he must have saved the world in a previous life. There was no other way to explain why this.. this.. staggeringly glorious magnificent person wanted him. He was ordinary, unremarkable, absolutely not built like a mythical god like the man standing nude in front of him, for him. Self-doubt must have shown on his face because he was suddenly pulled into a fierce embrace, fingers under his chin, forcing his eyes to meet Chu Ge’s. “Stop. You’re doing it again, questioning yourself. You’re everything I want, everything I’ve ever wanted. You pull me in like the tide, Xiao Guo.”

#fanfiction #unfinished #chu shuzhi/guo changcheng

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askfreddiemercury · 5 years

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Me, Myself, and I: quality time

Freddie: Does being immortal ever bore you?

Freddie: It can get pretty boring from time to time, but I can enjoy it from what we have already. I know we won’t get what you guys have.

Freddie: Guess everything isn’t too different.

Freddie: Right.

We sit around for a while laughing, sharing stories of what happened, and even had a couple of drinks. I bet you can’t say you’ve had a good drink with yourself unless you’re just really lonely and sad. I never thought I would have this much fun since I got back from the fifties.

Brian: You guys sure became best friends fast.

Freddie: Who else to be friends with but yourself?

Roger: Well that was sad.

We smile at the guys and they awkwardly smile back, they really don’t want to be in this. Brian stands up.

Brian: Well, uh… I think it’s a good time for us to leave, right?

Roger: Y-Yeah, definitely.

He follows behind Brian and John follows soon.

Brian: We’ll catch up with you two later, this is getting a little too weird for us, bye.

They rush outside. Is this really that weird? Maybe they’re just crazy and can’t handle this.

Freddie: That’s too bad, I guess they don’t like time travel. Surely Brian would be. Hey, why don’t we go out and have some fun?

Freddie: You make it sound like a date, darling. Sure, why not. I’ve still got a lot to tell you, like how you won’t be able to play in one of the biggest concerts ever. Ah, I remember the original day like it was yesterday.

He stands up.

Freddie: Do you miss the original days of a lot of things?

I stand up.

Freddie: Do I, maybe not that many but I still miss some. It’s better that time moves on as is or else I wouldn’t be able to make any more memories. That would be awful.

Freddie: Isn’t great that we don’t feel the consequences for things?

Oh boy, how careless was I?

Freddie: Well, I guess that’s fine but what you do here I probably don’t do in my time anymore. I’ve grown up, me. I don’t want to tell you how to live your life but please be a little more cautious.

Freddie: Why worry so much?

Freddie: Because I feel like we’ve already hurt a greater force than us.

Freddie: And who’s that?

Freddie: Have you ever wonder just how we’re immortal? We never age, never get sick, never have to deal with a broken limb for very long. The time loops.

At this point, I didn’t even realize that I was up and close to his face, oops.

Freddie: I do now. What have you come with?

This is gonna take a while, so I take a deep breath.

Freddie: Well…

~~~~~

By the time I finish explaining to myself with all that I have come to accept with my theory. I think I just killed myself with too much information.

Freddie: You ok?

Freddie: I really am different in the future, there’s no way I’d waste my time thinking about all that, we’re a lot busier than you seem to be.

Freddie: I do have a lot of free time.

Freddie: Too much. Do you really think all that is true? We’re just someone’s wish of a moment they wanted to live on forever? Why aren’t we stuck in just that time?

Freddie: I don’t know, maybe that someone didn’t think anything would come of these wishes.

Freddie: We’re wishes of ourselves? Is there a 3rd Freddie?!

Freddie: Probably, but that’s in the future future, way past my days.

He sits up from his chair in shock.

Freddie: You have to check for yourself!

Freddie: I can’t, I’m stuck here for a while.

Freddie: Can I do something about it?

Freddie: Maybe, we could ask Marry, she’s the one behind all this.

Freddie: Brilliant!

He jumps out of the chair and picks up the phone, speaks so fast I don’t believe Marry can understand him.

Freddie: She’ll be right over, but I also remembered that I have to meet with the guys. We’re getting ready for another concert soon. Could you tell me what she says when I get back?

Yeah definitely, whenever that is.

I nod at myself, he thanks me and grabs a coat before leaving. Maybe Marry will tell me everything now. Tell me what I’m missing. What’s been going on.

~~~~~

Marry: Hello? Freddie, I’m here.

I turn a lamp on like a supervillain in a cheesy movie.

Freddie: Hello, Marry. You’ll have to excuse the me who called you here, he forgot he had a thing to do today, so I’m here to listen to you.

Marry: Alright, what does he slash do you want to know?

Freddie: What you’ve been hiding from me, I know there’s something deeper to these time loops, what is it? Who’s the real me?

At this point I’m very close to her face as well, why do I keep doing this? How do I not notice?

She makes a good distance between us and since she is very tall, she has some pretty long arms. Beside that.

Marry: You want the truth now? But you’ve barely been here for a day, don’t you want to spend more time here?

What is she going on about?

Freddie: I do want to spend more time here, but I also want the truth.

Marry: Ok, I’ll tell you, but you can’t say anything about going anywhere after I’m done.

Huh?

Freddie: Whatever, deal.

We sit down in the dining area of my flat, she takes a deep breath.

Marry: I probably should’ve said something earlier because since the more time went on, the more you got curious. You and the other you are the wishes come true of a you only I know because I gave him those wishes.

Freddie: How many?

Marry: 3, only 3. When I gave him those wishes he didn’t believe a word I said, not one word, but he took them anyway. Then, four goofballs release ‘Bohemian Rhapsody’ and one says he wishes to never forget that moment. That wish makes the Freddie of this time along with the everyone he holds near and dear to his heart. Years later, they make it to Live Aid, the biggest thing of their lives. When the concert is finally over, he makes his second wish of never forgetting that moment, thus, creating you and everyone you love so much.

Freddie: Why do we live forever?

Marry: He wanted these moments to live forever.

Freddie: Why can I do so much crazy shit?

Marry: It comes with being wished for I guess, just kidding it’s because of me. You can’t actually do this stuff because you’re a regular person, the time travel stuff? It’s me doing it to you guys.

Freddie: What?! You’re joking, right?

Marry: Nope, your life is a lie.

Freddie: I think I just lost my will to live…

Marry: You say that now?! After I just told you where you came from, and you worry about powers?!

Freddie: They’re cool… I was also talking about where I came from, but you’re right it’s not all about having ‘powers.’

Marry: It’s about having fun and living life to the fullest, you and 70s Fred can, but your real self had to face the consequences.

Freddie: What do you mean?

Marry doesn’t say anything for a few seconds, but she does as she gets up.

Marry: I’ve said too much, you’ll see what I mean when you’ve had your fun here. You should be glad you exist and can live in a world where nothing bad can happen to you. You’ll see soon enough, Freddie.

She takes her leave, how am I going to explain all this to myself when I get back? It’s all important information. Maybe I won’t. Where would I be right now? He said he would be busy because they have a concert soon, so I should be off rehearsing. No. As much as I want to know what Marry is talking about, I’m not ready to leave yet. I’m gonna spend as much time as I can with myself!

I stand up and head out the door before I’m suddenly taken away by a bright light.

~~~~~

Freddie: Woah!

I’m dumped into a restroom. Ok. It still looks like it’s the 70s. I look in the mirror and see a scared man behind me just standing there against the wall with his mouth open.

Freddie: Sorry about that, I hate it when that happens too.

I dust myself off and walk over to him to shake his hand (I don’t know either).

Freddie: I’m Freddie Mercury from the future, sorry that I scared you.

I close his mouth before I walk out.

Freddie: Chin up, everything’s gonna be fine.

I walk out and think, was that more awkward for him or me? Probably him, poor man.

~~~~~

After searching for a good 20 minutes I finally find where we’re at, but as soon as I open the door I see Paul. We lock eyes for a few seconds and I slam the door shut. Nope nope nope nope! I’ve completely forgotten about that bastard because he isn’t in MY life anymore!

Freddie: Marry! Get me out of here! I’m good with just staying at home!

The light takes me again and I’m dumped back into my flat, where Marry is waiting for me.

Marry: What happened?

Freddie: Paul.

Marry: Oh ugh, I forgot he’s still around here. Why don’t you warn yourself about him?

Freddie: He isn’t going to believe me. I’m pretty sure Paul means ‘a lot’ to him. He’s just going to ignore me because he hasn’t realized just how manipulative he really is.

I sit myself down and huff.

Freddie: What am I going to do? I don’t want to be around him and just staying here is boring.

Marry: Then just hang out with yourself, ignore Paul even if that might be a little too hard. I know he’s insufferable, but you can’t let him ruin your party.

Freddie: My extremely outdated party.

That is apparently such a good joke that Marry just laughs it up, I know that she’s been alive for a long time but she doesn’t have to rub it in. I know I’m not that funny.

#freddie mercury #roger taylor #brian may #john deacon #queen #queen band #m m & i (story/eve)#eve’s art #eve’s shit

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suga-angel · 7 years

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A Crossroad Deal (2)

Summary: After getting out of a long term relationship, you try to move on with your life. However, having spent the last three years unavailable, you are not sure you know how to get back out there again, let alone if you even want to. That is, until you meet Jeon Jungkook, the barista at your college coffee shop. He is more than happy to help you wet your toes in the dating scene again, but at what cost?

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Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Genre: A little of everything

Word Count: 5k

College!Jungkook, somewhat FuckBoy!Jungkook

Warning: language, slight sexual references

Murder was illegal.

You knew this. It was one of the most basic laws of most countries. People cannot kill other people. Not only was it against the law, it was also morally wrong to even consider taking another person’s life. It was arguably the most horrendous act a human can commit. Yet, on this fine Monday afternoon, you were toying with the idea that maybe, just maybe, it could be seen as a grey area, just this once.

Today had actually been a rather good day up until now. The birds were chirping, you had time for coffee, you managed not to somehow injure yourself in your travels between classes, and you even found time to get a replacement phone for the one you broke last week. All in all, you would have summed up the day as rather successful by your standards. That is, until about ten minutes ago.

A floor meeting was scheduled for each department, a fact that you had completely forgotten about up until that point. You cursed yourself for your terrible memory. Truth be told, you knew you deserved to get reprimanded. After all, you were a bit behind on your assignments. Perhaps a bit more than you cared to admit. It was not that you weren’t a hard worker, you were. It was simply finding something that you cared to write about that was making things difficult.

While being part of the school newspaper was one of the aspects of your college career you were most excited about as a freshman, things simply didn’t turn out as planned. For one, your hopes of being placed in the investigative journalism branch were quickly shot down upon applying. It turned out that that department was already occupied with overly qualified journalists way above your skill level at the time. It was a lost battle before it even begun.

Still, you licked your wounds and applied elsewhere. Being a journalist had been your dream for years now; you were not about to give up the experience that came with being part of the school paper just because you couldn’t get your dream position. There would be time for that later. However, the second detour to your plan came when you were placed in the lifestyle department of the paper. To add further insult to the injury, you were placed in the ‘Love and Romance’ section of the department, which covered topics such as setting up blind dates for college students, coming up with great date ideas, and, most dreaded of all, the Lady Love advice column. This was the one stop shop where the campus student body wrote in letters in hopes that some stranger would be able to fix their love life.

To give credit where credit is due, Lady Love was the post popular subsection of your department. There was constantly a surplus of letters written in from readers in hopes that the esteemed ‘love doctor’ of campus could somehow fix the train wreck that was their relationship. Most of the time, she delivered. There were very few times in which Lady Love lead her readers down the wrong path. She was usually very thorough. She didn’t merely hand out advice based off of her own beliefs and opinions. She did research. It was a rare instance in which her replies to the readers did not involve some sort of study or philosophical paper that tied in with the issue at hand. She would always take the time and explain what it meant in layman’s terms with just a hint of comedic sass that would not only assist the readers in their troubles but also provide some sort of entertainment that kept the readers coming back for more. In short, the Lady Love column served to offer a more personable side to the paper that the public seemed to enjoy.

What the public did not know though, was that you were in fact Lady Love. You were the revered master of love, the go to person for all things romance and relationships. To this day, you cannot fathom what ran through your boss’ mind that made her believe you were the perfect candidate for this section of the paper. You had never thought of yourself as being a rather friendly person, let alone someone who people could turn to for advice. To make matters worse, the state of your love life at the moment only went further to show that you shouldn’t be the person in charge of other people’s relationships. Yet, by some weird turn of fate, you were good at it. Not only good, you were amazing. The amount of unhappy customers could be counted on your one hand. Somehow, you were able to get into a certain mindset and everything just clicked.

No matter how good you were at your job though, it wasn’t what you had hoped working for the paper would be. It is not that you had anything against the department you worked for. In fact, you found it essential. While keeping up with new research and current events was vital, your department helped readers on a more personal level. However, it wasn’t your passion. You had always dreamed of being an investigative journalist, diving deeper into events to dig out corruption and injustice in your society. You wanted to make the world a better place by uncovering the truth that others tried to mask. You wanted to be the change that you always dreamed about. Instead, here you were, stuck behind a desk and writing articles about something you held very little interest in.

“Right, Miss Y/L/N?”

You blinked a few times, snapping yourself out of your thoughts. “I-I’m sorry, could you repeat that again?” you answered sheepishly, sitting up straighter in your seat. Across from you, you could see Seona hiding a smug smirk behind her hand, but you chose to ignore it.

“If you were paying attention, Y/N, you would’ve heard me asking you how your assignments are coming along. I’ve noticed you haven’t answered all of last month’s letters yet, and you’ve been submitting your weekly articles rather close to the deadline lately. It is very unlike you” Mrs. Dong replied with a hint of annoyance in her voice. Her eyes momentarily left yours to take a quick glance down at the paperwork in front of her.

It was true, it wasn’t like you to fall behind. Even though your position wasn’t your first pick, you took your responsibilities very seriously. In the past, you made it a mission to reply to each letter that was sent to you within a couple of days of receiving it. This was usually accomplished by replying whenever you took a break from your assignment of the week. This often lead to many late nights to keep yourself on schedule, but you prided yourself in always turning everything in by Friday evening, leaving the weekend for yourself.

However, recently you’ve been having trouble keeping up. No matter how much you tried, you simply could not get into the mindset you needed. Ever since your breakup, you’ve had a lot of time to reflect on your relationship and all of the mistakes that had happened along the way. If you were being honest with yourself, you felt like a complete failure. You had willingly trapped yourself in dysfunctional relationship, even though you knew all of the signs to look for and how damaging such relationships can be. There had been many letters sent in to you over the years portraying many of the situations you had faced in your relationship and you had always known the right thing to say at the time to help people through it. However, when it came to your own relationship, it was if you had blinders on. You could not see things as they were. How were you supposed to continue to give advice to people when you failed so miserably in your own relationships?

Before you could reassure your superior, someone interrupted you. “You can’t really blame her, Mrs. Dong. How is she supposed to give relationship advice when she doesn’t have any experience to draw from?” Seona butted, feigning innocence. “I’ve heard she’s only dated a few guys, and well… we all know how her last relationship turned out.”

And thus, the murder plots began.

You stared at her, trying to stay composed as you heard a few of her girl friends try to hide a giggle. Everyone in the office knew of what happened between you and Jaesung. For the longest time it had been the talk of the office; the so-called relationship expert getting dumped. The irony. It didn’t help that Jaesung and Seona wasted no time in going public around the office, using any excuse to get their hands on each other in some way. Eventually, the whispers behind your back started to die down. You suspected it had something to do with Jihyun. She might be a small little thing, but her ears were always open. If there was a secret, Jihyun knew about it. And she wasn’t afraid to use her bank of knowledge to her advantage.

“Not everyone has quite as much experience as you do, Seona” Jihyun responded when she sensed you wouldn’t. “But I’m sure if Y/N needs to refer her readers for an STD screening, she’ll pay you a visit.”

“That is more than enough, from both of you” Mrs. Dong interjected, cutting Seona off before she could reply. The latter woman’s face was turning red with anger from Jihyun’s comment, but your friend looked more than pleased with herself. “Unless you would like to be sent to HR you both better quit it right now. Leave your personal issues at the door.”

“Yes, ma’am” the two younger employees replied without breaking the deadly glare they were both sending each other. Upon noticing your boss’ unhappiness, you reached under the table to pinch Jihyun’s leg warningly. While you loved how protective she could be, there was a time and a place. You didn’t want her getting in trouble for fighting your battles for you.

“Anyways” Mrs. Dong continued as she sent both girls a look of warning. “Y/N, I’ll give you a couple more days to reply to last month’s letter, but I expect this month’s to be in on time. If you need any extensions or help, come talk to me ahead of time. Got it?” Though her words may have sounded harsh, the look she was sending you was soft. While Mrs. Dong usually came off as a strict employer, she did care about her team.

You gave a nod, sending her a grateful smile.

“Good. You’re all dismissed.” With those magic words, the room came to life again as your coworkers started shuffling out of the room. If you strained your ears, you could pick up on more than one group of people already starting to gossip about what went down between Seona and Jihyun. It looked like the office wasn’t done with your failed relationship yet.

As you were getting up from your seat, your eyes met Seona’s across the table. The glare she sent you took you by surprise with its intensity. You had no clue why she held such distain towards you. It wasn’t as if it was you who stole her boyfriend.

“Can I help you?” you asked, more confused than anything. Before the whole Jaesung issue, you and Seona had been on reasonable grounds. By no definition were you friends, but you were definitely polite acquaintances. Ever since the breakup though, Seona has had it out for you. At first you had found it funny; shouldn’t you be the one wanting her blood instead? As your resentment over the whole situation was reduced to a slow boil though, you were mostly left in a state of confusion over the matter. What could you have possibly done to her?

“Next time, why don’t you face me yourself instead of sending your lap dog to do your dirty work?” she sneered, gathering her belongings.

You were slightly taken back at her level of immaturity. Honestly, if this was any other situation, you might have laughed. However, this was your work place. You could not afford to let your personal life interfere with your job anymore than it already had. “Look, I don’t exactly know what your problem is, but I don’t engage with you because we’re at work. If you have something to say to me then do it off the clock. Until then, why don’t you show some class and act professional.”

With that, you gathered your belongings and made your exit, trying to extinguish the anger that threatened to rise. Once again, you had to remind yourself that murder was not the answer to your problems.

“Ignore her” Jihyun said dismissively as she caught up with you. “She’s just mad that she’s stuck with that pest on her own now. Before he would leave her after fucking, but now she has to deal with his personality on top of the bad sex. That is enough to make anyone bitter.”

You rolled your eyes, not being able to help the smile that broke out on your lips. “You know, a normal friend would empathize with me over my bad breakup and not rub my failures in my face,” you stated in an amused tone as you arrived at your cubicle.

“It’s not my fault you fucked up when you decided to date that ignorant toad. Why should I sensor the truth for your shortcomings?” she retorted, slouching back into her office chair adjacent to your own.

A snort escaped you. “Why are we friends when you abuse me so?”

“It’s not abuse, it’s love.” She grinned at that, before sitting up straighter saying, “Anyways, have you taken your break yet? I need a smoke.”

“Then go take one, you don’t need me for that” you huffed, turning your computer back on. “Plus, did you not attend that meeting? Mrs. Dong is expecting those letters.”

Jihyun let out an obnoxious groan. “Then bring your tablet up with us and answer them there. Come on, it would give you a break from the Regina George and the Plastics.”

That was all the reasoning you needed. Less than five minutes later you found yourself sitting up against a wall on the buildings roof, a tablet on your lap and a granola bar in your hand. Beside you, Jihyun was perched in a similar position but with a cigarette hanging from her fingers as she took a long drag.

You coughed dramatically by her to get her attention. “You should feel guilty. If we keep coming up here you’re going to give me lung cancer.”

She made it a point to blow out the smoke in your direction. “If you can deal with that cancer as your boyfriend then you can deal with me smoking, buttercup.”

You chuckled softly, leaning your head back against the wall so you could stare off into the distance. “I debated murder today you know. I don’t think I have what it takes to get away with it though.”

“If you’re still down for it I could make it happen. I won’t talk if you don’t,” she teased, making you chuckle again. “Really though, I don’t see why she upsets you so much. She’s not the one that cheated on you. If anything, we should be planning Jaesung’s murder. I already have that one planned out, like, ten different ways.”

You smirked a little, not putting it past her. “My reason’s are petty. And stupid.”

“Do you know who you’re talking to? I once hid Mark’s phone in the ceiling above his desk because he ate my Snicker’s bar. The poor sap looked for that thing for hours before someone finally told him,” she said, grinning at the memory.

She had a point. If anyone would understand it, it would be her. “I don’t like to lose. And it feels like I lost to them both.” It was probably one of your biggest flaws: your pride. If it weren’t for that, you were pretty sure you would be over this whole thing already. It didn’t take you long to get over Jaesung. Merely a couple of days proved to you that you honestly didn’t need him in your life to be happy. At first you missed just being in a relationship itself, but even that you’ve recently realized doesn’t bother you as much as it did. In fact, you liked the single life. You don’t have check in with someone else, you don’t have to set aside time for date night or worry if what you say might come off as flirting. You could do whatever you wanted, whenever you wanted. It was liberating.

What you couldn’t get over, though, was how you were so incredibly stupid, how they made you look so incredibly stupid. You had known that something was going on with Jaesung, but you stayed anyways. And now he was parading around your office with his mistress on his arm, happier than ever while you were made to look like the pathetic victim. It left a bitter taste in your mouth. He should not be the happy one. He should not be the one winning.

A silence settled between the two of you. You didn’t have to look at Jihyun to know that she understood what you were talking about. She’s always gotten you, even with the minimum amount of words being spoken between the two of you. And though her words were harsh at times, she never truly judged you: no matter how selfish or self-absorbed you could be at times.

“You’re letting him win if all you do is sit around mopping about it.” She finally broke the silence, before taking another drag of her cigarette.

“What would you suggest then, Dr. Phil?” you teased, pulling up the emails your readers sent in to you.

“I’m saying you need to get out there more. It’s one thing if you’re holing yourself up in your apartment because you’re healing, but that’s not what you’re doing. Your pride has just been damaged and you’re just angry about that. And by brooding away in your apartment you’re letting them win because that bastard probably thinks you’re still hung up on him. He probably thinks he’s a treasure to all of womankind. And it’s your fault for making him think that.”

You huffed at her observation. You were torn between denying it out of instinct or considering what she said. Part of you knew that what she said was right, but you didn’t want to admit it. Admitting it meant that you were still letting them win. You couldn’t have that.

“You went on a blind date this weekend, didn’t you?” she pushed, looking towards you. “The brooding artist or some shit like that right? How did that go?”

A laugh tore its way up your throat before you could stop it. “Awful. Absolutely awful. The guy was a total douche. Minjin better have gotten enough sex because that’s not happening again.”

Jihyun burst out laughing at that. “Oh god, what did he do? Was he handsy? Did he go caveman when Jackson flirted with you? ‘Cause that boy needs to quit it.”

You shake your head. “No, no he was just an art snob. I half wish Jackson still worked at the café just so he could’ve saved me from that dick. He called me rude. And stuck up!”

This only made her laugh harder, leaning into you for support. “That’s gold! Wish I could’ve seen it.” You rolled your eyes, waiting for her laugher to subside. Maybe in a couple of days you’ll be able to laugh it off. Right now you were still bitter. “Wait, wait, Jackson doesn’t work at the café anymore?”

“Nope,” you said, popping the ‘p’. “He’s got a replacement though.”

“Oh, that’s right! Minjin told me, the guy you were drooling over!” she exclaimed in excitement. “Was he there when you went on the date? Did you make him jealous? Jealous sex is one of the best sexes you know.”

“Jealous? That ass laughed the entire time! He found it hilarious how awful my date went the fucking bastard!” you shouted, heat rising to your face as flashes of Jungkook laughing behind the counter at your expense flashed before your eyes.

Jungkook.

You hadn’t seen him since your failed date on Saturday. You purposely avoiding going to get coffee there on Sunday, afraid that you’d run into him after the note he slipped you on your receipt. You hadn’t told anyone about your encounter with him after the date, if only just to prove him wrong. How would you react when you saw him next? Should you act like it never happened? Should you flirt with him, even if it’s just for fun? He struck you as a flirt, and you had a feeling he wasn’t just giving you this kind of attention. You knew better than to get attached. That didn’t help the butterflies that fluttered in your stomach every time he graced you with that devilish smirk.

“Sounds like a man after my own heart” Jihyun said with a grin, putting out her cigarette and shoving it into a soda can she left up there for that very reason. “Did you at least find out his name?”

“What do you mean, at least? Am I supposed to know all barista’s names from now on?” you asked, indignantly, if not a little defensive.

“Well at least the ones you’re gonna eye fuck, yeah.” She stood up, brushing off her dress pants as she does so. “Plus, it’s better to moan out his name when you think of him at night rather than just calling him a barista.”

You scoff at that, following her lead at standing and cleaning off your pants. “You’re a perve, you know that?”

“You love me,” was her only reply, before she holds open the door that leads downstairs. “So did you get his name or what?”

With a roll of the eyes you walked past her and down the flight of stairs. “Jungkook. His name is Jungkook.”

Tuesday morning.

It wasn’t until Tuesday morning that you managed to get the courage to go back to the café again. You told yourself its because you couldn’t go another day without getting a proper Americano. The day before you had settled for going to a chain brand store on your campus to get your fix. The drink left much to be desired. Nothing was as good as an Americano from this place. So between classes today you decided you would bite the bullet and come here. For the Americano, of course.

The entire walk to the café you mentally prepared yourself. You decided that you would act completely normal, unless he said something first. In which case, you were fully prepared to turn your flirt on. It might be a little rusty, but flirting was like riding a bike. At least, that is the pep talk you had given yourself on the way there.

However, all of your self-talk had been for nothing; Jungkook wasn’t working today. Instead, an elderly woman who you recognized as the storeowner was behind the counter, a warm smile on her face as she talked to a couple at the register.

You refused to believe that what you were feeling at that moment was disappointment. Why would you be disappointed? You didn’t even know the guy. Sure, he had a killer smile, and the physique that made you just want to spend all day li-

“Y/N?”

The sound of your name being called drew you away from your less than appropriate thought. Turning in the direction that it came from, you were pleasantly surprised to see Jackson walking towards you, a bright smile spreading on his face.

“Jackson!” you greeted happily, not at all surprised as the bubbly man swooped you into a tight hug.

“Where have you been girl, I haven’t seen you in weeks!” he exclaimed, hugging you tighter, if possible. You couldn’t complain though; no one gave a warmer hug than Jackson.

“Avoiding your ass,” you teased, trying to match his intensity in the hug. It was a lost cause though. Your poor arm muscles didn’t stand a chance against his.

“Why would you avoid it? It’s a very nice ass.” He giggled as he pulled away to get a better look at you. “Did you get prettier while away? How dare you hide that from me!”

You rolled your eyes, but couldn’t help but grin wider. “Ever the charmer, you are.”

He merely grinned wider. “Beautiful women bring it out of me.” He spoke the words so honestly that you couldn’t help the blush that rose to your cheeks. No matter how cheesy the words Jackson spoke sounded, the conviction and pure belief he held in his voice made it sound more than a mere line, as if he truly believed what he was saying. That is what always made Jackson so dangerous; he was a charmer, but a convincing charmer.

“So you quit huh? I heard you work at the Rec Center as a trainer now?” you questioned, smiling earnestly at him, especially when his smile grew at the mention of it.

“Yeah! It’s so great there. I get to help so many people get healthy and look the way they want to look without harming themselves. I love it,” he spoke eagerly, his face practically shinning with excitement.

“I guess I can’t be too upset with you leaving me then…” you teased. You were honestly happy that Jackson found something he loved to do. The extra cash would definitely help him with his masters program, and it was a great opportunity for him to dip his feet in the industry.

“Oh please, I didn’t ditch you. You ditched me! I worked here a solid two weeks without seeing you before I quit. You’ve never gone that long without getting an Americano during the week, let alone those sugary death traps you went without on the weekends!” he exclaimed, poking your shoulder accusingly. You couldn’t help but chuckle.

“Yeah, yeah, I know. I’m sorry, I had some things come up I had to deal with.” You didn’t want to get into the whole break up with Jackson. He would spend the next hour wanting every detail to know if he had to defend your honor or not. He would do it for anyone, you knew this, but it still made you warm inside knowing that someone would go to that extent for you. “So what are you doing back here? Checking to see if your replacement is better than you?”

Jackson snorted indignantly, looking at you as if you had just insulted his whole family ancestry. “You think he is better than me? Why, because he is younger and has annoyingly healthier hair than me? Because I will tell you, my muscles are better. I’ll prove it. Look at my abs.”

The boy then set the coffee he was holding down on the nearest table before reaching for the hem of his shirt with a decisive look in his eyes. Your hand quickly shot out to halt him in his tracks as you burst out laughing. While there is nothing you would like to do more than check out this beautiful man’s abs, the last thing you needed is for someone to call the cops on you two for indecent exposure. “No, no, that’s not necessary Jackson! I’m sure you have way better abs.”

“Damn straight I do. Did that punk tell you he was better than me? Aish, he never respects his hyungs” Jackson grumbled, fixing his shirt disgruntledly.

“Wait, ‘hyung’? You know Jungkook?” The words passed through your lips before you could censor yourself.

“Know him? Of course I know him. Who do you think got him the job? I pulled a favor with the owner to get him my position.” He eyed you suspiciously once he finished speaking, before giggling and smirking knowingly at you. “The real question is how do you know Jungkook?”

“I-I don’t, you just talked about him like you knew him is all,” you stuttered, brushing your hair behind your ear as a way to distract yourself from the brush creeping onto your cheeks.

“Mhm. If you don’t know him, then how do you know his name, hm?” he pushed on, his smirk growing into a full-blown grin at the sight of your blush.

“Because you said it!” you defended yourself.

“No I didn’t!”

“Yeah you did, don’t lie.” You silently replayed the conversation you two were having in your head, praying to God that he had said the barista’s name first.

“No I didn’t, I never said his name!” he shouted as he giggled victoriously. “Oh my god, is that why you looked so disappointed when you walked into the café? I thought it was because I wasn’t working but you were hoping it was Jungkook!”

The glee in his voice made you huff. “How do you even know him anyways? Do all attractive guys just huddle together?”

“Aw, you think I’m attractive? You’re so sweet babe!” he beamed excitedly, lightly bumping his fist with your arm. “We’re in the same frat house together. He’s an underclassman though. Sophomore year I think?” he inquired out loud, before smirking deviously at you. “I never thought you’d be into younger men, Y/N.”

“Yah!” you shouted, your cheeks instantly burning at his words. Instinctively your hand shot up to slap his shoulder, but that only resulted in him giggling harder. “I am not into younger men! I’m not into anyone!”

“Don’t blame yourself, Y/N. There aren’t many girls that can resist Jeon’s charm,” he teased, still giggling happily.

“To think you were my favorite barista once…”

“No, that spots taken by Jungkook now.” He laughed harder as you smacked his arm again. “Okay, okay, I’ll quit it now. Come one, let me treat you to an Americano.” Placing his hand in the middle of your back, he lead you to the short line forming at the register. “It’s the least I can do for causing you to blush so deeply.”

You shot him a small glare but didn’t resist him. “I liked you better as a barista. Back then I could complain to management if you were ever this mean to me.”

“No you wouldn’t have. I was your favorite.” He puffed out his chest proudly, causing a chuckle to escape you.

“You’re such a child sometimes.”

“Yeah, well, I bet the thoughts you have about Jungkook are anything but childish.” Once again his laughter overshadowed the sound of your hand making contact with his arm.

A/N: I had to cut this chapter onto two because I was going over 10k lol. I promise things will start picking up in the next chapter. It will definitely make up for the lack of Jungkook in this chapter too ;) Feel free to message me if you’d like, I don’t bite =) Thanks for reading and I hope you enjoy!

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A Hero’s Vacation, Ch.2

Fandom: Miraculous Ladybug

Characters: Marinette/Ladybug, Adrien/Chat Noir, Alya, Nino, OC(s)

Summary: Reuniting with an old friend goes about as wrong as it could.

Tags: Fluff, Self-Indulgent Fluff, Angst, No Romance (for canon characters), Gratuitous use of OCs, Headcanons Abound

Words: 7975

Chapters: 2/?

<<Chapter 1 , Chapter 3>>

Nino liked hearing Alya talk. She had that perfect level of sass in everything she said and could make anything sound interesting. But this was getting ridiculous. Ever since that foreign hero had arrived in Paris, Alya had been scouring the internet for info on more heroes. And boy, did she find it.

By now Nino knew that there were heroes in Tokyo, Cairo, and Seattle, probably more he didn’t care to remember, along with then names of a dozen such heroes. For three solid days, Alya did nothing but info-dump about some new hero she had found. No one was safe from her overflowing knowledge, having even cornered Chloe into listening.

Marinette, usually the one to reign her in when she got going on about Ladybug, had done nothing to stop her. If anything, she had encouraged Alya to research Eagle and his teammates in the beginning stages. But now she was suffering alongside Nino and the rest of the school.

“The school should just hire her to teach a class. At least then we would have an excuse to not care.” Nino said while leaning back boneless in a library chair. The librarian had kicked Alya out enough times that this had become the official safe zone.

“Be careful what you wish for. I saw her carry a portfolio into the headmaster’s office, so she may have already asked.” Adrien said from across the table, trying to at least look busy reading a book to justify taking up a seat in the crowded library. Looking up to make sure his friend was not going to break his headphones in frustration at the news, he sees Amoux coming towards them.

“Sorry to overhear, but I agree. Alya needs to chill out.” His French was getting better and he was starting to pick up phrases. He sat down in the last remaining chair and began taking out his own work to do.

“Bro, I am so sorry for you. She’s been on you all day. How did you get away?” Nino asked, genuinely curious but trying to be subtle. Alya’s international superhero stint had started with Amoux, so of course she wanted to know more from the only person she knew with firsthand experience.

Amoux smirked as he explained his escape.

“It was not hard once I say ‘I do not know the words to describe him.’ I start talking in English and she lost interest. I was like, ‘Oh Alya you must understand, [Eagle is handsome and courageous like you wouldn’t believe. And huggable! Just look at those feathers and tell me you don’t want a piece of that.]’ She didn’t want to waste time translating, so she moved on.”

The boy seemed quite pleased with himself, making his English sound as close to Alya’s ramblings as possible. Adrien and Nino had caught on to his impression of her and found it hilarious. Not enough to laugh, because that would get them kicked out and put them at risk of another Alya lecture.

“Sounds to me like you have quite a lofty opinion of Eagle.” Marinette turned around in her chair behind Amoux. She too was hiding from Alya and, though she would never admit to it, had found a seat as close to Adrien as possible.

Amoux’s checks took on a pinker shade as he realized the girl had understood what he had said. Good thing he hadn’t said anything too revealing, or he wouldn’t be able to play it off so easily.

“W-Well, I do. He was the best Seattle hero.” He said, trying hard to not panic when he turned around to face her. This school’s English class was rudimentary but well balanced, so she would have the basics down if she paid attention. During his visit to her home he had noticed a pair of framed degrees from a baking school in London, so she might get some of it at home. Just how much English did she know?

Marinette read his face to mean something completely different.

“Don’t worry about it, Amoux. Thinking about your favorite hero that way is completely normal. I’m sure half of Paris would jump at the chance to steal a kiss from Ladybug.” Marinette assured him, her own checks darkening a bit. She only had eyes for Adrien, but her fans could be very passionate and she would be lying if she said she didn’t get anything out of the attention.

“Don’t forget Chat Noir. He’s quite the catch too.” Adrien offered. Compared to Labybug, he had fewer fans that were bold enough to make a pass at him. But when they did, they went all out. Too bad he only had eyes for Ladybug or he would be the most eligible bachelor in town.

“I hear you, dude. I wouldn’t mind a date with the Chat.” Nino said without thinking. The surprised looks from his friends made him quickly amend his statement. This was not how he wanted to come out as bi.

“He’s the coolest dude I know. A friendly date with a guy like that would be dope.” Nino tried not to shy away from it but failed. If the nervous look on Adrien’s face was anything to go by, he had weirded him out.

“E-Excuse me a minute.” Adrien said and he pushed out his chair and marched off to the library bathroom. Nino was decimated. He didn’t have feelings for his best friend. He didn’t want to lose him either.

“Oh man. I didn’t think he would be that much of a ‘phobe.” He said as he flopped onto the table, popping his hat off and nearly cracking his glasses. Marinette wanted to comfort him but didn’t know how. Her parents might as well be saints, so she had grown up learning that people who rejected love based solely on gender were toxic and wrong. Adrien deserved the benefit of the doubt, but Nino deserved better than this.

“I do not believe that. Adrien is a very accepting person who respects the feeling of others, no matter what form they take. Him running away was likely because he thought you were expressing interest in him directly. It’s possible he was thinking of the clothing line he modeled recently, called ‘The Chat,’ which was inspired by Chat Noir himself, and made the association. Once he realizes his mistake he will return to apologize, happy that you no longer carry the burden of keeping that side of yourself a secret.” Amoux spoke calmly, almost hypnotically. There had been no pauses of thought. His French was impeccable.

The library was a quiet place by design, but the silence had deepened. Everyone within earshot had been listening in since halfway through the speech. Slowly but surely, they all went back to what they were doing but remained in stunned silence.

Adrien came back from the bathroom not a second later. He raised an eye brow at the sudden silent focus in the room. The librarian must have put her foot down.

“Man, it’s quiet in here.” Adrien whispered as he approached, unaware that he had indirectly caused it.

“Nino, listen. I’m sorry I bailed like that. There was this fashion line I modeled and-“ He didn’t get to finish before Nino got up to give his best friend a bro hug.

“Dude, it’s cool. Amoux explained it.”

“Explained what?” Adrien asked. Amoux had gone back to his book to not pull any more attention to himself. He looked a bit sheepish.

“I do not like doing that in public. But emergency times call for emergency measures.”

Being Eagle for so long meant that some of his powers came through even as a civilian, which meant he saw things that most people could not. It went beyond how people held themselves, eye movements, eating habits, stress responses. With a good memory and long enough observation, he could predict how people would react and know their reasoning.

This time, Amoux could not shake the feeling he had gotten lucky. Something about Adrien just didn’t make sense. There was an invisible wall in his mind pushing him back as he tried to look deeper. Despite his drive to develop his talents and desire to be able to read anyone right down to the core, something, some force, prevented him from wanting to pry into the matter.

Thinking about it, only one other person shared that trait. And she was sitting right behind him.

Sophia sat on a bench in whatever random art gallery Alex had dragged her to. In another life they would both have been artists, but Sophia enjoyed the creation process far more than the presentation. It was an overcast day in Paris with the clouds threatening to rain, so they had planned a day of indoor tourist activities. The two needed to fill time while their kwamis recovered from swimming and sprinting halfway around the world, so here they were.

Alex came back from wherever wing of the gallery she had wandered off to and sat down. She couldn’t help but roll her eyes at the fact that her partner was on her phone in such a beautiful place.

“[Some pretty neat pieces in here. Makes me wish I had brought my sketch pad.]” Alex said wistfully.

“[It would have gotten warped from being in a backpack for so long. But check this out. The local superteam has a really great blog dedicated to them.]” She handed Alex the phone, which had done a decent job of translating the blog into English. Scrolling, she found an article that piqued her interest.

“[‘Heroes of the World’ huh? We might be featured in that.]”

Sophia leaned in to see. The article had a lot of slang that did not translate well, but was surprisingly well put together and researched for a fan-made article. Each hero had an expertly trimmed photo of them in an action pose at the top of a four-paragraph description of their powers and achievements. Finding her own, she liked what she saw.

“[‘Salmon becomes more powerful in water, making her a gift of god to America’s wettest city.’ I wouldn’t mind replacing my wiki page with this. Mine’s so stuffy and rigid compared to yours.]” Alex whined.

“[That’s the point of a wiki page, babe. Straight to the point and dense as hell.]” She did little gestures to emphasize her point, earning a giggle from her partner.

Alex went back to the main page of the blog and finds Eagle in all the thumbnails for the video posts that week. After watching a few, she hands the phone back to Sophia.

“[He’s been in two fights so far. One before we saw him on the news, and one last night.]”

“[Too bad we couldn’t make it to that one. I really want to see those kids fight in person. That Ladybug girl looks like she’s got a lot of spunk.]”

“[We need to find Eagle soon before we run out of money. Too bad we can’t predict when or where their next fight will be…]” Her voice slowed to a trickle as she realized what she was saying. Alex prayed that Sophia had not gotten the same terrible thought she had. Snapping to face her partner confirmed the presence of The Planning Smirk.

“[No. Nope. Nuh-uh. We are NOT going to stage an attack on Paris just to find Eagle.]” But it was too late. Sophia was already looking into her backpack to check up on her kwami. The Planning Smirk had grown to face-splitting proportions as she started giggling menacingly and hurrying to the exit.

“[Don’t you dare! Our visas don’t cover terrorism! Sophia! Stop! Come back here! SOPHIA!]” Alex shouted with growing worry as she chased her partner out of the gallery and onto the street, drawing concerned looks from the tourists they passed.

Sophia knew it was a bad idea. But she was planning to just knock over some small trees, maybe pop a gate off its hinges, make as small a mess as possible as dramatically as possible. She could hear her partner crying hysterics behind her as she ran. As she rounded a corner looking for a rundown park to vandalize, she caught a momentary glimpse of a black butterfly with purple highlights fluttering past.

“[Oncoor! Surf’s up!]” Out of everything her partner had yelled, this is what stopped Sophia in her tracks. She knew Alex was upset with her for charging into her plan without thinking it through, but surely not enough to transform in the middle of the street just to chase her down.

An inhuman roar of rage, followed by panicked screams, was as clear an answer as she had ever received in her live. Her partner was pissed.

Alex stomped around the corner, eyes engulfed in hot blue fire. Her transformation’s usual silver scales were now a vibrant white with orange patches, both tipped with black. Instead of her trident, she carried a pair of oversized fishhooks with some nasty looking barbs.

“[Salmon? Fishy Cakes? Look, I know you’re mad-]” Sophia took a few steps back.

“I’VE HAD IT WITH YOU! ALWAYS RUNNING AHEAD LIKE NOTHING COULD GO WRONG! LET’S SEE YOU RUN ONCE I GET MY HOOKS INTO YOU!”

“[Salmon? What are you saying!?]” She cried, instinctively turning to run.

“I’M KILLER KOI NOW! AND YOU! ARE! FISH FOOD!”

Sophia broke into a full-on sprint, thankful that her many years holding a Miraculous meant that some of her powers had started leaking into her civilian form. While not superhuman, she could out pace and out last Olympians. Her angry partner was no match for her speed normally, but was now keeping pace with some effort.

“[Help!]”

“This Eutectic Point, circled on the graph on page sixty-seven, is the point at which the mixed liquid phase and both the alpha and beta solid phases have the same energy. If we modulate the concentration of the beta phase, we can force all of the alpha phase into liquid form by keeping the temp-“ Ms. Mendeleiev was interrupted by the sound of a crumbling building in the distance and no less than seven phones getting an akuma alert.

Marinette took a deep breath and began her escape.

“Oh my gosh an akuma this close to the school! I gotta hide!” She screamed with a well-rehearsed look of panic plastered on her face. She didn’t care if her classmates thought she was a coward. With as many close calls she had experienced in her civilian form, she felt more than justified given the circumstances and would defend herself as such.

Alya didn’t even bother making an excuse and ran off. Adrien took advantage of her predictable behavior.

“Alya! You can’t just run off like that.” He said just loud enough that she would not hear as he ran after her. Another collapsing building echoed nearby, which got the rest of the class moving.

Some quick transformations later and Chat Noir was running along the rooftops with Ladybug swinging up from the street below. It didn’t take them long to find the akuma and the woman she was chasing.

“Wow, she can run.” Chat said as Ladybug threw her yoyo to swing down to save the woman. Grabbing her, she recognized the woman as one of the tourists they had helped.

“[I need a place to hide!]” She pleaded.

Ladybug could barely understand her through her distressed tone but swung back up to the rooftops.

“Chat!” Ladybug called to her partner while she pointed to a stairwell door, not wanting to verbally give away her plan. They got to the door at the same time and closed in behind them as softly as they could to not draw the attention of the akuma. The tourist put her hands on her knees to catch her breath.

“[Do you know why the…um, monster, attacked you?]” Ladybug asked, searching for a word to use for ‘akuma.’

“[She…was mad…that I left her behind.]” She said between panting. Ladybug quickly translated for Chat.

“That seems like a lame reason to get akumatized.” He said with suspicion. This tourist was recovering surprisingly fast from having just set a land speed record, he noticed. Ladybug elected not to translate it back.

“[Alright, I’m ready. Let me just get my work clothes on.]” She said to a confused Ladybug. Surly she had misheard.

“[Itippa! Full steam!]” A brown streak flew from her backpack to her ear and she erupted into light. A second later, the tourist had been replaced with a masked hero much like themselves. She wore a skin-tight suit made of brown velvet, over which she wore a crop top leather jacket and a wide belt that was buckled with a large brass cog. Old fashioned welding goggles sat on her forehead in front of the stubby beginnings of antlers. Attached to her wrists were a pair of brass hooves that could flip down to cover her hands.

“Much better. We need to be careful with this fight. She’s pissed, but she’s still my partner. I’m Moose, by the way.”

Ladybug and Chat Noir stared in shock at how openly another Miraculous holder had just transformed in front of them and seemed to instantly learn their language.

“You kids alright? All I did was…ooooh. Right. Should probably explain that.” The French heroes nodded, wanting to know more.

“I don’t mind transforming in front of you guys. You don’t know my name and only know I’m from America. Go ahead and try guessing my identity. As for how you can understand me, active Miraculous holders can always understand each other. Learned that one on a trip to Mexico City. I’m actually still speaking English.”

She sure was talkative and it was a lot to take in, but they were used to weird things happening around them. When you fight people that use powers ranging from anti-love to pigeons, strange becomes the new normal.

“So that means Eagle doesn’t actually speak French.” Chat concluded.

“No, Eagle was French to begin with. You would think his suit was meant to be all patriotic, but it’s actually the French flag. How is my little fledgling, anyway? He’s why we came to Paris and…and why Salmon got mad at me…” She deflated a bit.

“I wanted to fake an attack to draw out Eagle. Just big enough to raise the alarm, then put everything back when he arrived. I didn’t think Salmon would get mad enough to corrupt her Miraculous.” Moose apologized. She absently rubbed her hands together, clinking her hoof guards occasionally.

“It was Hawkmoth that did it. He sends out evil butterflies to make people his minions by amplifying their negative emotions. All we have to do is find what object the akuma is hiding in and break it.” Ladybug explained. It felt weird having to explain it after so much time dealing with akumas. But here she was, explaining for the second time this week.

“Do you know of anything that she was holding that would be important to her?” Chat continued where Ladybug had left off.

“The earring on her left ear is fake. I made to match her Miraculous to even out her look so she wouldn’t have to take it off all the time to not look lopsided. It was an anniversary gift, so I’d say that’s pretty important.” Moose said while stepping back out onto the roof, boots clinking as the brass hoofprint on her heels met the surface. Killer Koi was nowhere in sight, but the angry roar being carried on the wind pointed them in the right direction.

Chat Noir’s ears had perked up, interested in the implied relationship.

“Anniversary? Are you two…“ He could not help but ask as he built up momentum to cross to the next roof.

“We’re married, yes. The superhero program is legally a scholarship for a university that doesn’t exist, so we get more money if we’re married. Might as well elope, right? So we did what any pair of dishonest scholarship elopers would do and played along with the pet names, hugs, backrubs, little kisses, stuff like that. A couple months in we realized it was real and we never looked back.” It was clearly a story she liked to tell.

Ladybug could practically hear the wheels spinning in Chat’s head, even over the sound of her yoyo chord. She knew full well that he was going to redouble his flirting now that he had evidence of partners-in-justice becoming more.

Chat Noir, to his credit, did not immediately launch into a flurry of pickup lines.

Amoux had a hard time finding a place to transform. His classmates had so much more experience finding the nooks and crannies in the school building that he gave up and found an alley way instead. Scanning for any open doors or windows, he opened his bag to poke at a snoring ball of feathers.

“[Avees, wake up.]”

“[Hero time? Bit early. Sun’s still up.]” Avees stretched with a tiny yawn.

“[New city, new hours. Now get it in gear and let’s go.]” With that little pep talk, the tiny eagle lazily floated out of his bag on outstretched wings. One more yawn and Avees nodded that he was ready.

“[Avees! Wings up!]” He whisper-yelled, lifting his arms as if taking his own command. The kwami became a black streak as it shot towards his collar.

Unlike any other hero he had met, Amoux had found his Miraculous at a young age. He and Avees were coming up on their tenth year together. The kwami had explained to him that transformations become more and more complete over time, with total transformation into an eagle taking a lifetime to happen. Changes in form happened in stages, and he was on the third stage. While each stage became more powerful, most Miraculous holders freaked out and/or retired before they got too far. Learning how to shoot his bow using heavily modified feet had been tricky but worth it for the magical accuracy that came with it.

As Amoux became Eagle, his arms melted away to become wings. He flapped to get off the ground before his feet became talons. Not long after, he knees bent backwards. The familiar sensation of feathers growing all over his body was accompanied by the sudden weight of a quiver on his hip. Taking a moment to adjust to his altered anatomy, he hears the telltale sounds of destruction becoming more distant.

Eagle gives an almighty flap of his wings to shoot out of the alley way and into the air. He surveyes the damage done by the latest akuma victim, flying wide circles over the destruction. Following the warpath carved through Paris, he quickly finds a university aged woman wearing a competition swimsuit with white fish scales running a quarter of the length of each limb. The glint off the sharp point of one of her fishhooks nearly blinds his sensitive eyes.

Remembering the unfortunate habit of his old teammate’s trident doing the same thing gave him a rattling thought.

“I guess all super powered fish like to make my eyes sizzle.” He said to himself with closed eyes, dreading the idea of having to fight someone with Salmon’s powers. His quiver vibrated to signify an incoming call, saving him from the terrible thought. But wait, Ladybug and Chat Noir’s Miraculous belonged to a completely different set. How could they be calling him?

Kicking the bottom of the quiver to accept the call, a screen extended on a telescoping rod to give him a better angle on it.

“Hey, Eagle. Long time no see.” Moose said through the phone, the background of the video call a rapidly bobbing horizon. Her voice was bright but her nervousness was palpable. Eagle flinched hard enough to send himself into a tailspin.

“What are you doing here?! Whose covering Seattle?”

“Earthquakes don’t happen every day, you know. We can go on vacation without the city falling into the sea…again.” The gasp behind Moose told him that she at least had Ladybug with her. But there was no ‘the second time wasn’t my fault’ in the background. Salmon took every opportunity to defend her honor whenever the Great Floods came up in conversation.

“…Moose, where’s Salmon?” He squinted at the screen. Not to read her face, but to convey his suspicion.

“About that…You got eyes on the fish monster thing?”

Eagle turned to confirm he had not lost his target. He did not like where this conversation was going.

“That’s Salmon.”

Moose closed the phone built into her hoof guards to the sound of a continues string of colorful curses. She knew that Eagle was going to give her a stern lecture once this all blew over.

“You get the location from him?” Chat asked.

“No, but I can practically hear him splitting quills from here. Hang a right.” She kicked off a chimney to make the turn, knocking off a layer of loose mortar.

“We need to keep her out of the river. Call the police and have them set up a two-block perimeter along the north bank. I’d do it myself, but they would probably prefer a hero they know speaking actual French.” Moose continued. Ladybug rolls her eyes as she pulls up the one cop on her contacts list she was on a first name basis with. So much for the ground rules.

“Officer Roger, it’s Ladybug. I need a huge favor…” She didn’t seem confident it would happen.

“Local police that bad, huh?” Moose asked Chat.

“It’s more like we don’t have the authority. The police set up barricades how they want, usually to protect landmarks.”

“Europe is weird.” That was all Moose had to say about that.

“I know, right? Ladybug can fix anything once the fight is over, so I don’t see why they bother.”

“I take it back. Europe is awesome!” She had been wondering how Paris repaired things so fast.

A few rooftops later, Ladybug had finished her call. It was only then she realized how far ahead she was. Moose was dragging behind, with Chat keeping her pace to be a gentleman.

“Something wrong? I get it if you don’t want to fight your wife, but we need to get going.” She could see Eagle circling in the distance. The akuma must have traveled halfway across Paris by now.

“She needs me. You couldn’t keep me out of this fight if you tried. I’m just not used to these super even rooftops. I usually use the kickplates mounted on the sides of skyscrapers to get around. Or run on the street in the bus lane. Whichever’s faster.” Moose hid her jealousy of the tools at the French heroes’ disposal. All she could so was punch, kick, and headbutt things real hard. Great for sending stuff into orbit, not so great for getting around town.

“Well, isn’t this interesting. I’ve never had the pleasure of bringing a Miraculous holder under my wing.” Hawkmoth said to Killer Koi through the pink laser mask that appeared in front of her face. It had taken far too long to establish a link with his newest minion.

“Shut up, old man. I’m not here to go your dirty work for you.”

He pecked through her surface memories, looking for something to use. Alone in his lair, he grimaced when he found that she was gay. Hawkmoth chose his words carefully.

“It seems you’ve had a bit of a lover’s quarrel. She will surely have enlisted Ladybug and Chat Noir to her side by now. You will need to disable them by removing their Miraculous if you want to level the playing field.” He offered as advise, exerting as much of his control through the link as he could without resorting to inflicting pain. Miraculous holders were resistant and strong willed, it seemed, and could not be outright commanded to do his bidding.

“…Now that sounds like a plan I can get behind.” The laser mask faded as she went back to raining havoc upon the city.

She had lost sight of Sophia ages ago. That girl could be anywhere by now with that super speed she liked to brag about so much. Might as well keep destroying stuff to draw her out. She was about to leap up to smash an out of place red windmill when the cavalry arrived.

“If you wanted to see the Moulin Rouge that badly, all you had to do is ask.” Moose flirted as she did a perfect three point landing across the street. Despite the serious atmosphere, Ladybug couldn’t help but groan. Chat was taking mental notes, she just knew it.

“Just you and two shoobies? You really think you can stop me?!” Killer Koi challenged as she threw a fishhook at Moose. Thinking fast, Moose flicked her hoof guards into place and punched the hook. The hook was heavier than she thought it would be, stopping dead with a deafening metallic clang instead of being rebounded. And the force behind it just kept coming.

Maintaining the punch meant she was vulnerable to the leaping overhead smash coming down on her. She would have taken the hit had Chat Noir not extended his staff to knock Killer Koi out of the air.

Furious at the interference, she threw her other hook into a vicious spin along the ground to swipe Chat’s feet. The terrible sound of metal scraping pavement shot through his sensitive ears that were already ringing from the sound of the first hook, paralyzing him. Ladybug tackled him out of the way, landing on top of him in an all too familiar position.

“Oh, My Lady, how the tables have turned.” He said more out of habit than flirting. Seeing the spinning hook boomeranging back at them, he flipped Ladybug over his head to swap their positions to dodge.

“That’s better.” This cat never knew when to stop.

Ladybug heard Moose say something about how smooth he was under her breath as she sidestepped out of fending off the hook, sending it careening into a storefront before returning to its master. Pushing Chat off of her by his chin, Ladybug stood up to assess their strategy. There was no reason to drag out this fight.

Killer Koi wound up another attack but her balance was thrown off by two arrows clinking against her hooks. Up above, Eagle nocked another arrow but was hesitant to fire again.

“It’s unlike you to hold your shots.” Moose called up to him.

“Let’s see you shoot at a friend.” He answered in frustration, making Moose flinch.

Ladybug could tell that the longer the fight went on the more emotional damage would be done. This needed to end now, for the sake of their friendship.

“Lucky Charm!” Throwing her yoyo into the air to summon a helpful tool, she was caught off guard when a simple plank of red and black spotted wood appeared about her. Catching it as it fell into her arms she nearly dropped the cooked fillet of fish on top of it. It smelled heavenly.

Moose recognized the fillet for what it was. Depending on how badly her partner had been corrupted, it would either serve as the perfect bait or enrage her into a blind charge. Either way, it would make for the perfect trap. Stepping over to Ladybug, she took the fillet before the younger girl could find a way to use it.

“I’m gonna lead her into a trap with this. Be ready to hold her.” Before the French heroes could react, she was already down half way down the street. At least this time she had a plan.

“Honey! Look at this delicious grilled salmon I’ve got! I’m gonna eat it. All. By. My. Self.” She held the plank above her head as she taunted Killer Koi with it.

“YOU WOULDN’T DARE!” The flames burning from her eyes went from blue to white, doubling in size. Embedding her hooks in the pavement, she charged.

Moose nodded back to the younger heroes, who had taken up positions to grab the akuma. She ran back to them, fillet held high, in a wide arc to keep Killer Koi from seeing the trap until it was ready to be sprung. Depositing the plank on the ground between Ladybug and Chat Noir, Moose jumped high so she would land behind her partner.

Killer Koi ungracefully dove to grab the fish, clamoring to her knees to begin eating like a starved animal. Chat grabbed an elbow and Ladybug followed suit.

“Hey! I was eating that! It’s mine!” She struggled against them but the held firm. Realizing she had no safe way of breaking the earring without giving her partner a super powered love tap to the side of the head, Moose went with the only alternative she could think of. Grabbing Killer Koi’s head from behind, she twisted to present the left ear to the sky.

“Eagle! The earring!”

“I can’t do that! It’ll take her whole ear off!” His arrows were larger than the target. Collateral damage was inevitable.

“We don’t have much choice, do we?” It was taking all her might to hold her partner still.

Eagle steeled himself for what he had to do.

“Eagle Eye!” Activating his ability, the arrow nocked on his bow glowed as he drew the string.

Chat blinked. Something warm splattered on his gloved hand. An arrow was sunk into the street up to the fletching, a black butterfly fluttering out of the small crater. The woman he was restraining went limp as dark purple smoke rolled over her.

Ladybug made quick work of purifying the akuma.

“Pssh ow ow ow ow ow.” Alex held the icepack to her ear. She had fainted after the fight and was only now waking up after several hours. Her memory of her time as Killer Koi was foggy, but she remembered enough.

“[That’s it, I’m going to a different salon for piercings.]” She joked as she sat up in the bed she had been deposited in. Sophia was napping with her head in her lap, curled up to where her body had been.

Looking around she saw a sizable and well-furnished room, much fancier than the hotel they had been staying at. The seal of the United States Embassy hung on the wall above the dresser opposite the bed. A set of passports and visas sat on the night stand next to nearly empty bowls of almonds and chocolate.

“[Morning, beautiful.]” A sleepy Sophia said from her lap. She would have leaned down to plant a kiss on her forehead if a small gray mermaid had not flown into her face.

“[Girl, don’t scare me like that! You got hurt so bad that I-I…]” Oncoor burst into theatrical tears. Alex pet the mermaid with her free hand.

“[Whole ear’s still here. See? It just stings.]” She pulled away the ice pack momentarily, feeling her cold ear to make sure she wasn’t lying. It was painful, but intact.

“[You can thank Ladybug for that. They should be back to meet us in the lobby soon.]” Sophia said while checking the time.

“[Back from where?]” Alex wasn’t sure what she was expecting, but she thought at least one of the French heroes would have stayed.

“[Turns out all three of them still go to school. I’m starting to wonder how old Eagle is.]”

Sophia stretched and wiggled her way to the edge of the bed to stand up.

“[We need to suit up. Ambassador Zeya wanted to talk to you.]”

Two transformations and an escort to the ambassador’s office later, they were informed that they were not in any legal trouble. Zeya made it clear that Salmon was the victim. Once that was settled, they were taken to the lobby to wait for the other heroes to arrive. No less than four guards joined them.

“[Are the bodyguards necessary? I’m pretty sure we can defend ourselves if need be.” Salmon wondered aloud as she sat down.

“[No offence, Agent Salmon, but you just leveled a quarter of Paris. The citizens of this city are quick to forgive, but they’ll need time to feel safe again. You will be under observation for the time being.]” Said the shorter and burlier guard. Salmon wanted to sink through the floor.

“So this is what you look like.” Chat Noir said as he and Ladybug carried Eagle in through the front door and sat him down in a chair, resting his legs on the table. Eagle was used to such treatment, having attended press conferences at indoor venues. Being carried was more dignified than being pushed around on a cart, at least.

“How’s the ear?” Eagle asked once he was situated.

“Stings real bad, but getting better. From what I remember it was not an easy shot. Good to see that you’re not getting rusty in your retirement.” She readjusted her swim cap to stop it from pressuring her ear.

“And you, Little Miss Polka-Dot, deserve a hug for fixing it.” Salmon lifted a startled Ladybug as she stood, spinning the girl around before losing her footing and tumbling over. Her balance was still recovering.

The heroes talked well into the night, sharing stories of daring-do. After a competitive game of ‘My Supervillain Could Beat Up Your Supervillain’ the guards stepped in to ask them to head home.

“Right. I’ve still got an essay to finish. How long will you be in town?” Ladybug asked, getting ready to carry Eagle outside.

“At least a day or two. Need to do some community service to recover Salmon’s PR.” Moose said. They hadn’t checked the news yet but it would take a major, earthshattering headline to overshadow Salmon’s brief conversion to the dark side.

They said their goodbyes before being escorted back to their room by a very confused looking pair of guards.

Agent Dunn had seen more than his fair share of strange occurrences in his time at the embassy. Paris had become rife with oddities in recent years, not to mention the bizarre customs of foreign dignitaries that he was assigned to protect.

This night had been particularly strange. It was unprofessional to do so, but he needed someone to talk about it with.

Once his shift was over, he pulled one of the other guards that had shared his assignment aside. Agent Duncan seemed to share his desire to discuss the matter. They talked in hushed whispers as they made their way home.

“[I never thought I would see the day when keeping tabs on five teenagers in furry getup would be official business.]”

“[No kidding. And what were they speaking, anyway? Sounded like French but it was all English words.]”

“[It sounded like English with French words to me.]”

“[They must have some techo-magic-whatever doing it. Except for that Eagle guy. He stuck with one language at a time.]”

“[But did you see his knees? I get that bird knees are backwards but that has got to be the weirdest thing I have ever seen.]”

They continued on like that all the way to the Metro station.

Marinette was late to class the next morning. Not by much, but enough to get a sideways glance from Miss Bustier. They had come to an informal agreement to let it slide if the lecture had not started yet, allowing for about forty seconds of grace period once the bell rang. Unlike most students with truancy issues, Marinette actually tried to be on time.

“Alright, now that we’re all here, please pass your Voltaire essays to the front.”

Mainette’s throat went dry. The essay was on her desk at home, forgotten in her scramble to make it on time. Miss Bustier read her like a book and sighed.

“Marinette, we can’t keep doing this. If it’s not on my desk by the end of the lunch break, you will have failed the assignment.”

She felt small, wanting nothing more than for the lesson to begin so her classmates were not focused on her failure to remember things. Chloe had other ideas and pounced.

“You might as well give up now, Marinette. No fashion designer would ever hire someone as flaky and incompetent as you.”

She knew that she shouldn’t let Chloe get to her. But those words hurt. It took everything she had to keep herself from crying. Alya rested a reassuring hand on her shoulder but it didn’t help.

The sound of wood scraping tile behind her startled her from the downward spiral she was feeling.

“Adrien. I need your desk.” Amoux commanded as he stomped down the steps. He had watched these girls for some time now, wanting them to sort it out for themselves. But he’d had enough. Adrien had just managed to pull his note pad to the side before he hopped up to sit on the desk, facing Chloe so he was looking down at her.

Amoux closed his eyes and looked upward as he took a long breath. Snapping down to look Chloe right in the face, he opened his eyes and began to read every aspect to Chloe’s being.

It was the most piercing gaze Miss Bustier had ever seen. She knew she should take control of the situation, but a small part of her wanted to see what was about to happen. Rumors of his skill had reached the teacher’s lounge. He was said to work wonders.

Chloe froze, unable to break away from him once he had locked eye. The anticipating silence in the room had become electric, as if lightning could strike any moment. When Amoux spoke, his voice flowed like warm water, washing over everyone listening.

“Why do you do this? What joy do you derive from the despair of others? Has it truly been so long since you have felt loved that this has become your only source of happiness?” His voice was even, calm, and slow, without a hint of the anger that had initiated this forced therapy session.

“I-I don’t know what you mean. Daddy l-l-loves me.” Chloe stammered. Her face ran through a sea of emotions, betraying her racing thoughts. She could feel his eyes bore through her mind. The more she resisted, the more was brought to bear as she tried not to think of certain memories.

“You used to be such a sweet little girl. You lived with your loving mother in a small apartment away from your father, having been too young to remember the divorce. She was your guiding light. If not for her death, she would have become a shining beacon of hope for all of Paris. You were sent to live with your father, who knew nothing of raising children. He showered you with gifts but could do nothing to ease your pain.”

Marinette could feel her dark emotions flow out of her. It was as if Amoux’s voice had washed a thick layer of mud off her bones and poured it back into Chloe.

“Months passed. You constructed a mask of money to hide the pain you felt, buying your way out of your problems as your father did. Any friendships you had were twisted into relationships of abuse. You watched yourself become a wretched person and could do nothing to stop it. In time, you came to believe the mask was the true Chloe.”

Chloe faltered under the weight of the critique, a single choked sob escaping her throat. Yet she could not look away, as if held in place by an invisible hand.

For a brief moment, Amoux considered stopping there, leaving Chloe to fend for herself in the bottomless pit of emotions he had hurled her into. But he could see the gentle soul within her, buried under a decade of guilt and loneliness.

“You had nearly forgotten what kindness was until a hero appeared. Ladybug reminded you that it was possible, even pleasant, to give yourself freely to others. Memories of your mother came flooding back to you, taking you back to a time before the money had made you cruel. For the first time in years, the mask slipped. You saw what you had become and hated yourself for it. Not knowing what to do, you put the mask back on and tried to forget. But it kept slipping. Just last night, you cried yourself to sleep from the regret of what you had done.”

Chloe did not know when she started crying, but her tears had washed away the makeup that hid the dark circles under her eyes caused by a restless night.

“You want to be a better person, someone you mother could be proud of. That is why you focus so heavily on Marinette, hoping to learn from her example. You see so much of your mother’s kindness in her that it hurts. Nothing would make you happier than to be her friend. But the mask is not easy to remove. On days you manage to show your true face, you can’t bring yourself to even look at her. You remember how you have tormented her and put the mask back on to save yourself from being crushed by the regret.”

Marinette could feel her heart explode with sympathy. She didn’t know how she was going to forgive Chloe for the last four years, but she was willing to try.

Amoux released his gaze and his hold on Chloe, who fell out of her seat into the aisle. By the time she hits the floor she is bawling. After a few seconds of trying, the first thing she did once she got a leg under her was to throw herself up the steps to Marinette’s bench. Chloe looked up at the girl with wet eyes.

“I’m so sorry, Marinette. I just wanted what you had. That selfless kindness…it was too beautiful to watch.” It was the most genuine thing Marinette had ever heard her say. Seeing Chloe humble herself like that made her heart explode a second time. She slid down to the end of the bench and lifted Chloe into a tentative embrace, letting her cry.

“You have a long way to go before you become the person you want to be. Marinette can show you the way, but only you have the power to change yourself for the better.” Amoux concluded as he walked around the girls to return to his desk. Sabrina made her way over to comfort Chloe, hugging her around her midsection.

Miss Bustier could not believe what she had witnessed. In the span of seven minutes, Chloe had gone from a textbook example of a bully to a sobbing apologetic mess. In the years she had taught this class she had been powerless to do anything about the mayor’s daughter in fear of losing her job, or worse, getting the school shut down. But here was this boy, breaking her down and building her back up with a gentle ferocity.

“…Right, the lesson. Um…Never mind. Please read the next chapter for your homework tonight. Class dismissed.” Amoux was a tough act to follow.

It took a moment for the class to realize that they could leave. It took a moment longer for them to decide if they wanted to leave. Miss Bustier had to motion to the door to get them going. Once most of the students had shuffled out, she got to work dealing with the aftermath.

“Amoux, Chloe. You should come with me to the headmaster’s office. You can come if you want, Marinette. And Alya, I would like you to delete the video you just recorded. I don’t even know if you did or not, just delete it.”

Alya gave no protest as she ended the livestream and deleted the recording.

Author’s notes:

-So, Alex and Sophia are kinda based on my friends whom I ship IRL. (Don’t worry, they were thrilled when I clued them in about being superheroes. Jury’s still out on the shipping)

-I make no claim of understanding for how embassies work. Like a hotel with more security?

-It felt incredibly good to destroy Chloe like that.

-Chapter 3 is a definite MAYBE. posted.

<<Chapter 1 , Chapter 3>>

#Miraculous Ladybug #ladybug #chat noir #alya cesaire #marinette dupain-cheng #adrien agreste #nino lahiffe #fan fic #OCs #OC heroes #A Hero's Vacation

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penciltrash-blog · 7 years

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Love Happens by LoveActually-rps

[Yuri on Ice, Otayuri, Soulmates AU] Read on AO3

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“Your soulmate is dead, Otabek.”

The boy barked right in his face and Otabek watched him with furious eyes, clenching his fingers into a fist, shaking.

He didn’t exactly understand the meaning of the word - dead, he was only four, but when it was getting thrown at you in the middle of a fight, like some stone, then it definitely wasn’t going to be something good.

Before Otabek could get his senses back and act on his instincts, he was dragged away from the bullying boy by his class teacher. As teacher Lilia soothed him with calm words and then warned him in a firm tone, Otabek could only stare at the tan skin of his wrist, unconsciously rubbing a thumb against his pathetically blank wrist.

When your soulmate’s first words to you were supposed to be tattooed on your wrist, a blank wrist was quite intriguing and an open invitation to be teased.

Otabek’s wrist was missing a soulband.

Every single person in his acquaintance had a soulband, God, even JJ had a soulband, then why not him? Otabek wondered.

Otabek’s mom tried to convince him by suggesting a few possibilities. One of them sounded quite convincing - maybe, his soulmate was yet to be born.

When Otabek didn't budge, his mother tried diverting his mind with some poetic stories about how our loved ones would turn into stars after life, always shining in the sky, always readily available when you missed them the most.

It was a lie. He understood two years later when his grandma passed away and he couldn’t find solace in the midst of the gloomy, dark sky. He’d cried his eyes out for three days straight. He missed his grandma. He missed his non existent soulmate even more.

When he turned fourteen and still didn't have the soulband, the ‘soulmate was yet to be born’ option was almost completely ruled out. He was sure he wasn't going to meet his soulmate. Ever.

As the years passed he witnessed Mila chewing his ear off, screaming about meeting her soulmate in summer camp. He watched with amused eyes while his baby sister recognized her soulmate when his friend Phichit addressed her - “Hello Tia” instead of Mia.

The elders of the family always shared funny, mesmerizing stories about meeting their other halves. Of course, Otabek liked listening to those, even when he’d heard them before. He was happy for every single person around him, but sometimes he felt lonely...and hollow, as if he was missing his soul and not just some stupid mark of his wrist.

He met Yuuri Katsuki when he turned eighteen.

Yuuri was the sweetest person he’d ever come across. He had the heart of a cupcake and the charm of a fox. And most importantly, his wrist was blank.

They both immediately clicked over their non-soulband bond. It was Yuuri who showed him the other side of life, the not so pathetic side.

“Everyone can’t have a dreamy romance, Otabek,” he had said. “But that doesn’t mean you have to stop dreaming.”

Over a year Otabek watched him silently blush at the slightest mention of Viktor’s name, who apparently shared a soul bond with Christophe.

Otabek’s heart twisted in his chest for his best friend. But the smile on Yuuri’s face never faded. He was perfectly okay having Viktor as just-a-friend. He was glad having him in his life in some way, Otabek knew that.

Then one day he heard the news about Christophe moving to Switzerland, leaving permanently, never to return.

Otabek couldn’t make up his mind whether to feel happy for Yuuri or to feel bad for Viktor.

Otabek watched Viktor sulking over his soulmate’s absence for years and for the first time, Otabek felt lucky for having a blank wrist. He’d rather that than looking at a soulband everyday, every single minute and breaking piece by piece over what he could never have. It was Yuuri who helped the silver haired man to heal his shattered heart.

Otabek was the happiest person when, finally, Viktor asked him on a date, even happier than Yuuri was. Otabek felt as if something might have mended in his own heart.

******

“Please don’t tell me you forgot the passes.” Yuuri warily looked at him, raising his hand to fix the spikes of Otabek’s hair.

“I uh...” Otabek searched his suit pockets, one more time. God, it was summer and he was already feeling frustrated about having to wear these thick clothes. He hadn't even gotten a chance to look at the passes before leaving for the Central auditorium for the charity show.

Viktor and his some cousin were active volunteers of the charity and Viktor had invited Yuuri and his best friend to attend the show.

Otabek loathed the day he’d agreed to this the moment Yuuri asked him to dress up in smart clothes. It looked like it was a big deal for Viktor, so obviously it was for Yuuri. Otabek hadn’t even paid attention to him when he’d excitedly spoken about the event and how Viktor’s cousin - Yuri with a single u - was performing in the show.

“Got it,” Otabek shouted in relief, handing over the closed envelope into Yuuri’s safe hands.

They entered the dining hall where the organizers had arranged pre-show snacks.

Otabek was literally sweating in the heavily crowded area. He loosened his tie and pretended to enjoy the food on his plate.

For Yuuri. For Yuuri. For Yuuri, he mentally recited.

He scowled at everyone who came within two feet of him, before his eyes caught the sight of a boy, hungrily stuffing an entire pirozhok in his mouth. Otabek swallowed, feeling sorry for his poor throat.

After that, Otabek couldn’t take his eyes off the green eyed boy. He was wearing tightly fitting black and white clothes that had leopard print around his shirt sleeves, possibly a mime artist then, who even wore half-finished make up, probably in his rush to get to the food. Otabek couldn’t help but notice the way his cosmetic blushes turned even deeper pink, sinking in the irritating heat. So far, he’d completely spoiled his dark red lipstick, eating it along with his food, licking his lips. Otabek literally had to snatch his gaze away from those smudged, perfect lips.

For Yuuri. For Yuuri. For Yuuri…What was he doing?

He got up from his seat to dump his already empty plate in a bin. He tried to indulge himself by fetching an icy coke can. At that moment, he wouldn’t have minded taking a snow bath.

The moment he turned around from the counter in his haste to find some cool space, he collided with an extra-large glass of chocolate milkshake, sticky, wet and Ah...cold. At least something was in his favor.

He grudgingly looked down at his ruined suit as the milkshake seeped through the silky material of his shirt, Perfect. He jerked his head up to face the owner of the drink.

It was the mime artist, of course, who gaped at Otabek's damaged clothes. He was looking him up and down, his hands flailing everywhere, his eyes wide.

“Aren’t you even going to say sorry?” Otabek groaned.

The boy blinked, looking completely taken aback for a moment. Then suddenly, he creased his eyebrows as if he’d tasted something sour. He twisted his palms in weird directions, dancing his slender fingers right in front of Otabek’s face, making him take a step back.

“Yuri!”

Suddenly Yuuri was there, moving into the space between them. “Hey, hey, what happened? Why are you calling Otabek an asshole?”

“What? Me? Ass-” Otabek’s mood was ruined, just like his suit. He stepped closer, trying to push past Yuuri. “He didn’t even apologize,” Otabek complained like a five year old.

“Otabek!” Yuuri gasped. He gripped his elbow, tugging him a few steps away.

“What?” Otabek couldn’t understand why Yuuri was giving him the disappointed-mom looks and not saying anything to the real culprit, who just stood there, clenching his jaw, shooting angry glances at Otabek.

“He can’t speak, you dafoos.”

Yuuri’s words felt like a tight slap. “We’re at a charity show organized by the Deaf and Mute school. I told you Yuri was performing. Did you even listen to me?”

Fuck!

Otabek really, thoroughly felt like an asshole now.

It took him a few moments to gather the courage to glance at Yuri. He was still glaring at him.

“I uh- I’m sorry,” Otabek replied to Yuuri, but held other Yuri's gaze.

Yuri’s eyes fluttered into something soft. He nodded, immediately accepting Otabek’s apology.

Yuuri moved towards Yuri then. Otabek lingered behind his back, hesitantly watching them share a conversation using sign language. Yuuri was using his words, so Otabek realized that Yuri was able to hear at least.

“Oh my god. Oh my god. Oh my god,” Yuuri started squealing like a dying whale. “Otabek!” he turned, clutching his arms, almost jumping on the spot.

“Yuuri?” Otabek was scared.

“Yuri's saying...he’s saying,” he struggled to catch his breath. “He’s your soulmate, Otabek.”

Otabek felt as if lightning had struck his brain.

He wasn't supposed to have a soulmate. Hell, he thought his soulmate was dead, without saying his first words to him. And then everything started making sense.

When he looked at Yuri again, the boy was scratching the back of his neck, gazing at Otabek with warm, shy eyes. Otabek’s eyes followed his action, tracking the distinct, dark words etched on the boy’s pale wrist -

Aren’t you even going to say sorry?

And for the second time now, Otabek felt lucky for having a blank wrist.

“You're an asshole” wasn't quite the soulband that Otabek wanted to carry on his wrist all his life.

******

It took Otabek a few minutes to learn the sign language for - I Love You.

It took him three months to gather the courage to show it off to Yuri.

#otayuri #fyyoi #viktuuri #yuri on ice #Yuri Plisetsky #otabek altin #yoi #otayuri fanfic #soulmates AU #my fic #laryoificedit #larCreates

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pelagaios-a · 7 years

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do not reblog;;

so as some of you may or may not know ( depending on how long you’ve been following me here ) in May I went on closing night to see the Lightning Thief: the Percy Jackson Musical with @wisdomwalked !!! it was absolutely amazing and totally worth the trip into NYC for the day and I have a post [ here ] about some of the stuff that went on. with the release of the soundtrack ( which I literally got in the mail Saturday --- thank you preorder ) I wanted to talk about the songs and their parallels / etc to the content in the Lightning Thief ( book 1 ). below I am going to have a lot of links ( I have put together the lyrics for the album ) and quotes and stuff so I guess bare with me here and I hope I make sense lmao.

to start off I’m going to skip a lot of the other songs since I wanted to address the song [ Good Kid ] and the following related songs [ Their Sign ] / [ Son of Poseidon ] and [ The Last Day of Summer ]. which you may be like, kat ??? what do they share ??? well, let me tell you.

to start off in the song Good Kid ( x ) we get the lyrics

six schools in six years, been kicked out of every place everything I ever do is wrong never find where I belong everybody on my case

the same old story, the same old song don’t act up, don’t act out, be strong

I keep my head down I keep my chin up but it ends up all the same with pack your bags Percy, you’re always to blame

and I say this because in the song Their Sign ( x ) we get

he show'd no sign that he ever existed no sign he might actually care my mom raised me all on her lonesome when I would reach out, no one else would be there !

which we get compounded with this set from Son of Poseidon ( x )

seems my good intentions always crash and burn everything I try to do will fail never once will I prevail going wrong at every turn

then as I have said [ before ] Luke hijaks the tune to good kid in the Last Day of Summer ( x ) and tells Percy

it doesn't pay to be a good kid a good kid a good son

Good Kid is literally the first song that comes to mind for me from this album --- possibly because it was the only release before the musical --- but it touches on a lot of aspects people forget about Percy within canon and brings to light a lot of his own thoughts and insecurities. I know I’ve said it before but he really does not have the best self image even at the most opportune of times let alone the fact his life is a trainwreck more often then not. Percy spent his life growing up alone ( Grover is literally his first friend --- think on that ) and was commonly the target of bullies. not only this, but he’s referenced being called stupid / problematic / not worth someones time by adults in his life ( I imagine teachers alongside the verbal abuse Gabe subject him to ). in his mind ??? the only person who cares about him is his mother and even then he’s rather worthless due to the fact he makes life so, so much harder for her then she deserves. all these lyrics ESPECIALLY the lyrics throughout Good Kid reference a child who is looking for someone --- anyone --- to accept him. I mean the damn song ends with

I swear I never stole anything I never meant to hurt anyone I swear, I swear that I’m a good kid a good kid, who’s had a bad run

and all I need is one last chance to prove I’m good enough for someone

he literally just wants a place to feel accepted and Camp Half Blood offered that but then they told him to leave --- remember that Percy did not have a choice in this quest or he would have been killed outright by Zeus. he’s twelve and sent on a quest everyone thought he would fail. explain to me how that helps ??? answer: it doesn’t ( “ no one ever tells me that they’re proud no one asks me, Percy, how'd you’d like to come around and stay” ). so I say again: these four songs alone touch on a lot of how he thinks of himself that gets breezed over since, as Percy is the narrator and plays off his own problems, fanon / the fandom / most people tend to brush over or ignore. he literally is looking for acceptance but does not expect any. Percy says he reached out but ??? it’s referenced in the past. it’s not something he does anymore. how literally fucked up is this.

and then there’s the [ Prologue / the Day I Got Expelled ] which follows the first chapter or so of the book. some of the stuff said just ??? really upsets me due to the connotations ( x ) which like, I am not getting into the big breakdown of this song right now since there is a LOT to talk about but I will bring up some lyrics:

look! I didn't want to be a halfblood I didn't ask to be a hero seeking grace being a halfblood, it's scary it mostly gets you killed in very nasty ways

now as most of us know, Percy has the Iconic™ line “look, I didn’t want to be a halfblood” at the start of book 1. to start the show off, though, they played a little deeper into it. that line up there I think very well plays off my [ hero headcanon ]. Percy never once has reference liking the idea of being a hero and right here he states at the beginning this is nothing he wants, nothing he wanted, and he really wishes this was not his life. the song then goes on to bring up other stuff but man this part to start it off. which ??? sets the mood for the rest of the musical in a way, I think. like, sure it had lighthearted and funny moments, but there’s always this thought in the back of your head that Percy never starts to like it or enjoy it or anything. every moment is something he wishes weren’t his, in a way. not to mention they don’t downplay his character in the slightest --- we get a good look into his mind from a perspective that starts to show it more outward then inward ( because let’s be honest, Percy brushing it off let’s us brush it off and the musical didn’t allow much room for “brushing off” ).

this all is one of the huge reasons I find the song [ Strong ] so important. not only is it a song entirely dedicated to Sally and Percy but it’s a song about how you’re strong because of your differences which ??? I think for a lot of people even outside the pjo universe would find important. like ( x )

normal is a myth everyone has issues they're dealing with and there's a place you'll need to go where you belong where the things that make you different are the things that make you special special like your father yes Percy, you are special

like food the color blue all the things that make you, you are the things that will make you strong so be strong

like, I don’t know whether I say it or just think it anymore ( ignoring the people who get my Percy feeling dumps ) but so much is out there coming at him from every side and this song puts a lot of focus on 1. the fact he needs another voice to remind him he’s more then what other people say ( “what was he a screw up to? sorry mom, if I was only normal... “ / “ mom if you're weird, you're weak” ) because he’s so hard on himself 2. just how important ??? Percy’s mother is, most especially to him --- she is one of his major reasons to keep going --- and 3. it again shows more of his self image. Sally Jackson is literally the sweetest most important character in this whole series and this song does a good job of summing that up. Percy at his point has one friend he thinks is ditching him and no prospects and he just failed again. in his mind whats the point? the song here is just.... god I don’t even know how to word how important this song is across the board.

anyway, I know I didn’t include every song on the soundtrack ( there are 19 total --- while all include Percy some are just about other characters which I don’t think ??? I’m going to discuss here. like [ Another Terrible Day ] / [ Put you in Your Place ] / [ My Grand Plan ] / [ The Tree on the Hill ] or [ D.O.A. ] which, while play into Percy’s journey and whatnot, are not about him or his growth in a way. I may touch on them slightly later ??? but definitely not right now.

tada tho here’s my brief pjo musical Percy synopsis I guess...

#do not reblog #this took me eons to write cause i sat here like #writing out the lyrics to these songs to start off with #then i kept flipping through my book which i had to get back from my friend for this #then me wording what i wan t e d #g o d #this is the eons long headcanon post i needed to feel revived #♆ ╱ ❛ headcanons.#this is just an overview im going to do in depth stuff later #cause thats.... a lot of writing and to much for one post #idk i wanted smth basic to start rip me #:'))))))))))))

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fearofaherobrine · 7 years

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Roleplay Server Log #187

“Valentine’s Day, One Hot Update, Big Aqua, Beast Attack”

-There's a bit of a rumble and a rolling glitch spreads from one end of the horizon to the other, passing over the landscape like a low wave. In it's wake the temperature spikes sharply. Suddenly it's as hot as the middle of summer over the entirety of the main landmass. -

[Doc] Fucking update, that's what.

[CP] - Hmmm, feels like the Nether... Cozy

[Mix] -Over chat- Why is it warm??? I can feel that down here

[Doc] Is already unbuttoning hir long coat to let it hang open. - What the fuck.... - typing -server update Mix

[Deer] Starts stripping-

[gem] -over chat- why is it so hot!

[Mix] Oh

[Steve] Takes off his shirt -

[Doc] typing - Server update Gem, it's making the weather weird again.

[Lie] Hums happily as she walks-

[GK] Has flopped over in the sun and is peacefully snoring-

[Endrea] Considers taking her children to the End so they don't overheat-

[gem] -was flying over head near the castle and a thumb can be heard gem is now on the ground and landed hard-

[Notch] at Stevie- Am I getting a fever...?

[Stevie] - No, judging by the chat it's a server update

[Doc] Is practically wilting in the heat.

[Steve] You don't look so good.

[Flux] Having entered and heard Notch's words uses a little of her magic to chill the air around him-

[Notch] Ahhh... thank you Flux. You're a lifesaver- soft jingling-

[Deer] Walks past Doc completely naked before noticing Doc- Love? Is everything okay?

[TLOT] Comes up from the lab- Did someone spill lava? It's hot as cubes in here.

[gem] -in chat- I can't take this heat

[Doc] Is fanning hirself. - I'm feeling a bit faint...

[Silver] - Lapras is making ice if you want some

[Deer] - Well I think it's because you have too many clothes on silly

[Doc] But....but..

[TLOT] Gives an appreciative whistle over Steve showing off his chest hair.

[Steve] Oh you...

[Deer] Slides her hands forwards to loosen Doc's pants- Come on love, it will make you feel better

[Doc] Ngggh.... - Is now even redder because it's turning hir on.

[Mix] -in chat- ill be in an ice cube at my place if anyone needs me

-GemAngelBrine died of overheating-

[CP] - Can we turn up the heat just a bit more?

[TLOT] Chat- Don't be an asshole Cp-

[Deer] Starts helping Doc with their shirt, slowly raising it-

[Doc] Ah! - It's just normal male nips today- Deerheart!

[gem] -in chat- i'm ok the guardians are helping turn my room into a freezer with packed ice.

[Deer] - So?- Tugs at the back of Doc's coat to tug it down their arms

[Doc] Whimpers a bit at the loss of hir coat, but it's obvious the heat is getting to them. - But my gloves!

[TLOT] Has already shucked off everything but his pants.

[Deer] - They should come off to

[aven] -has just got home and is now bugging ben slightly-

[Doc] Makes a low whining noise-

[BEN] - What?

[aven] I just want to bug you

[Deer] Lifts Doc's hand to start removing the first glove, nipping at it with her teeth a bit-

[TLOT] Oh loosen up Doc, You'll pass out if you get too hot. You know that.

[Doc] Is straining in the pants area a bit.

[BEN] - But it's hot!

[CP] In chat- Actually, there is an upside to this heat...

[TLOT] Mentally- and what would that be, pray tell?

[CP] - It's the only time BEN will, willingly at least, get close to water

[TLOT] REALLY? WHY? Just to cool down?

[CP] - Well the air around large bodies of water is usually a bit cooler than the rest

[BEN] - WHY WOULD YOU TELL THEM THAT!?

[Doc] Reliquishes hir other glove and stuffs it in hir coat pocket.

[Deer] Grins and presses closer- Come on love, give me a show

[Steve] In chat- It's okay BEN we're not going to fuck with you. We just want you to not stink or let the baby stink.

[aven] -drags at ben's arm- do you want to sit next to the farm since it has water in it

[BEN] - NOT WITH THAT HELL DRAGON THERE!

[Doc] Turns away with a suprisingly shy expression. - You know I'm a little self-concious when it comes to strutting around in my human shape....

[Deer] - Please? For me?

[aven] we can sit on the other side of the glass where they can't get to us

[BEN] Whines-

[aven] no bath just to sit next to since it will be cooler

[Doc] I'll... I'll try. - Xe makes a show of sliding hir clothes off, pulling hir coat with a flourish and letting her get a glimpse of nipple before slicing hir shirt with a crackly finger before peeling it back and flexing a bit - I need my pants at least... Maybe I can make some shorts.

[BEN] - Noooo...

[TLOT] Just cut them off at the knee, you can always fix them later.

[Deer] Bites at her lip at the show Doc is giving- Oh yes...

[Doc] You're right. - Xe slips off hir boots and puts them away before running a slow scalpel around hir legs and turning hir purple pants into shorts.

[Deer] - Hmmm, you make me want to touch so bad...

[aven] fine then I am going to go sit there with hyrule so we can stay cool join use when you really start to get hot -takes hyrule and sits at the pond with him in her arms-

[Steve] You always keep your pants tucked in, I had no idea they were so loose at the bottom.

[Aqua] Trills and looks curiously at Hyrule-

[hyrule] -giggles at aqua from behind the glass wall-

[Aqua] Squirts some water at them-

[Doc] The feeling is mutual... you are lovely naked...

[TLOT] Shall we watch Yaunfen for you guys?

[Galvantula] - chirp!

[aven] -jump at the sound of it hitting the wall but aven and hyrule stay dry-

[Deer] - That would probably be a good idea, we might be celebrating Valentines a day early

[Doc] Bites hir lip- Thank you guys. That would be most appreciated. But honestly, I just want to find some unheated water to sit in. Can we go play in the tub or something?

[Deer] - Absolutely, would the bay suffice?

[Doc] Oh hell yes.... - Has already grabbed her and is heading down to the tunnel leading to their spot by the bay-

[Endrea] Takes her children to the home in the End-

[Herabrine] Knocks on Alexis's door-

[Alexis] Perks at the noise and opens the door- Oh, hey Hera

[Herabrine] Holds out a bucket with a sour look. - Stupid fucking update. Here-

[Alexis] Takes the bucket with some confusion before looking inside and seeing all the lobsters- Oh dear... Do you want to come in?

[Herabrine] No. They're already cooked and ready. The update boiled all the ones right on the edge of the shore. I might as well pass them out so someone can enjoy them. You better come out here instead. Check on your fish.

[Alexis] - Oh! Right!- She darts outside and heads down towards the water

[Herabrine] I'm going next door to give some to Alexsezia.

[Alexis] - Alright- Looks down at the water- Iiiii, don't see the Feebas...

[Herabrine] Already coming back - If that fucking monster ate your fish....

[Alexis] - WHERE IS IT!?

[CP] Pops into the workshop and throws the Feebas at Stevie- TAKE CARE OF YOUR FUCKING PET!

[Alexsezia] Where is what?

[Alexis] - Stevie's pokemon

[Notch] Cp?! What the fuck?

[Alexsezia] Did he ball it maybe?

[CP] - I don't want to get yelled at by TLOT or Doc so take care of your fucking pet

[Notch] Fish need water Cp!

[Flux] Creates a block of water mid air and Stevie puts the Feebas inside of it-

[CP] - Not the fucking pokemon! They don't necessarily need water

[Doc] Has kicked a few blocks out so that the cool river water is flowing into the large room and making a skim of liquid on the floor. - Ahhhhhhh

[Deer] Pounces on Doc-

[Alexis] - No, Stevie doesn't like keeping it in a ball

[Herabrine] Should we go look for his fish? Do you think it escaped?

[Doc] Is basically just rolling around in the water kissing and nipping at hir lover-

[Alexis] - Maybe? According to Deer they found it in really hot water where it's previous owner had just dumped it...

[Deer] Tries tickling back-

[Herabrine] Come on then. I can see really well through water and it should be easily visible. - She takes out a boat from the creative and puts Alexis in it before shoving it hard off the shore and flying behind and slightly above her

[Doc] Is tickled and tries to finger Deerheart to make her stop.

[Lie] Notices them from the shore as she's walking- Everything okay?

[Deer] Gasps and then mewls at her lover-

[Herabrine] Stevie's fish is missing!

[Lie] - Have you tried asking CP?

[Alexsezia] Can't you ask him? You are psychic.

[Lie] - Sure- She concentrates and sends a message to CP about the Feebas

[CP] - Noooooooo?

[Alexsezia] You're making a skeptical face...

[Lie] - For good reason, I'll be right back- Heads for her house

[Herabrine] Keeps shoving Alexis farther from the shore-

[Flux] - Are you feeling better Notch?

[Notch] Bit by bit. I feel really odd. Like... I'm aware of unconcious calculations more now....

[Doc] Pins Deerheart and plays with her more aggressively

[Flux] - Calculations?

[Deer] - Ah! Doc, please...

[Doc] Flips her around and starts licking her thighs.

[Notch] Yeah like... if someone throws you something... you have to do a certain amount of math to get in the right spot to allow for distance, arc and velocity and actually catch it...

[Flux] - Interesting... Have you mentioned this to Doc or TLOT?

[Deer] Moans-

[Notch] It only started last night... and I'm not moving around much so it wasn't obvious right away....

[Doc] Spreads Deerhearts legs and goes deeper with hir tongue -

[Deer] - Ah!- She tangles her fingers into hir hair

[Notch] Is that not normal for digital entities? You guys seem to code effortlessly.

[Doc] Is pricking her legs and scratching her lightly as shes played with.

[Deer] Squirms a little-

[Stevie] - I don't know...

[CP] - Only when I want to focus on it

[Doc] Pulls out a bit of rope from the creative and makes a loop for Deerhearts hands, holding it open for her-

[Notch] Winces, shaking the little flowers.

[Deer] Willingly and Eagerly puts her hands through-

[Lie] - Enters and see's the Feebas- Thought so...

[Doc] Gives the rope a tug and throws down a tripwire loop before lashing it to the hook.

[Herabrine] Shit...

[Alexis] - What?

-In the distance there's a black hump cresting the water and moving slowly their way.

[Lie] - Hera? The Feebas is at my place...

[Herabrine] Fuuuck..... - she flies down and puts her hands on the edge of the small boat. - Time to go!

[Alexis] - I'll keep an eye on that thing- Pulls out her bow

[Doc] Sits up against Deerheart and traces lines down her breasts with gentle touches, bumping hir erection softly against hir lovers spread legs.

[Herabrine] Gives the boat a hard shove and propels it crazily across the water-

[Deer] - I think you might want to take care of that love~

[Alexis] Wobbles and almost falls out- Hera!

[Doc] Oh I plan on it... there's a spot even hotter then the weather where that fits just perfectly...

[Beast] Gives a tremendous tail swat and rushes towards them with it's mouth agape.

[Deer] - Oh? And how about you quench that particular heat

[Doc] Gonna push me around huh? - Xe takes a nipple in hir mouth and plays it gently in hir sharp teeth.

[Deer] Yelps a little and squirms- Please forgive me?

[Doc] I always do... - Xe's making sure to leave a bit of saliva on her breasts so the bit of breeze as xe speaks makes Deerheart's nipples hard.

[Herabrine] Basically flings the small boat onto the shore with Alexis inside it.

[Alexis] Rolls into a sand block-

[Beast] smashes up against the vertical shore and ends up with it's head in the grass making angry hissing noises-

[Alexis] - Running time?

[Herabrine] Gives it a massive punch on the top of it's snout- Fuck off!

[Deer] Moans and bucks her hips a little-

[Doc] Spreads her legs wide and pushes their hips together. Xe reaches down and feels around to make sure her lover is wet from more then the water.

[Deer] Is slick and wanting-

[Beast] Rolls over with a roar and flails about trying to get back in the water.

[Herabrine] We're good Alexis! Stupid fucking thing....

[Doc] Teases her with a tip a little.

[Alexis] - Alright, I think I'll head over to Lie's and check on Stevie

[Deer] Whines- Oh please love? I want so much more than that

[Doc] I like it when you ask nice. - Xe slides inside with a grateful moan and hunkers low over her, moving slowly at first, the little bit of water splashing around as they move and sparkling in the sunshine from the opening.

[Deer] Moans appreciatively-

[Beast] Snaps at Alexis as she passes.

[Alexis] Shoots it-

[Beast] Now has a tiny arrow between it's nostrils and roars very loudly at Alexis, practically covering her in angry spittle.

[Doc] Lifts Deerheart up to make sure xe's getting the best spots and plumps hirself a bit too.

[Deer] - Oh love you feel so good~

[Aqua] Starts banging itself against the glass to get closer to Hyrule-

[Doc] As do you.. we have so much time to play with toys... it's nice to just be naked and fuck like bunnies occassionally.

[Deer] - Oh, absolutely! Now fuck me harder

[aven] -lets hyrule get closer by holding him closer-

[hyrule] -is just touching the glass pane-

[Aqua] Trills happily at Hyrule-

[Doc] Goes a bit rougher, making sure to hit the back with every stroke. Xe's drenched in sweat but the water below is helping some.

[Deer] Moans happily-

[Alexis] - Really?

[Herabrine] You did shoot it in the nose....

[hyrule] -pets aqua through the glass-

[Aqua] Bangs against the glass harder-

[Alexis] - So?

[Herabrine] Well... getting shot in the nose looks painful?

[Doc] Is throwing everything xe has at Deerheart - Oh... please come for me... I'm so ready...

[Deer] - Almost...

[aven] aqua stop if you promise to not squirt us I will bring him to the side with out glass ok.

[Aqua] Wanting noises-

[Doc] Fucks her as hard as xe can, splashing water everywhere and using a thumb to tease her throbbing clit.

[Deer] Comes very happily-

[aven] -walks over to the other side of the pond so aqua can get closer to hyrule-

[Doc] Hears the happy squeaks of hir mate and braces to ride hir own climax as well.

[Aqua] Races around the small area of water happily and jumps around-

[Deer] Grabs at Doc as her climax ends-

[hyrule] -reaches out to pet aqua-

[Doc] Puts one of Deerhearts hooves on hir shoulder and pumps her full with a few hard strokes. - Nnnngh!

[Deer] - Oh that feels so good...

[Aqua] Eagerly puts his nose into Hyrules hand-

[Doc] Is shaking as xe makes a few final thrusts and flops onto her. Xe's still dribbling and splashes a bit of water on hir head.

[hyrule] -paps aqua's nose- wa-er

[Aqua] Trills-

[Deer] Runs her fingers through Doc's hair- So, are you still over heated love?

[Doc] Yeah... little bit... I think I sweated most of it out...

[Deer] - Good, now just lay with me... Please?

[Doc] I am not moving... - Is prone in the skim of water.

[aven] awe I bet when your both older you guys will be the best of friends

[BEN] See's them from inside and starts freaking out, immediately racing for his family- NONONONONONONONONONONONONONONONONONONONONONONONONONONONONONONONONONONONONONONONONONONONONONONONONONONONONONONONONONONONONONONONONONONONONO!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[hyrule] -pet's aqua's head-

[Aqua] Rolls around a little-

[BEN] - NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!

[Aqua] Is startled and heads deeper into the water-

[aven] ben calm down hyrule is fine he is just petting aqua.

[BEN] - IT'S WATER! IT'S NOT FINE!

[aven] we aren't even in the water you need some chill come sit with us

[Aqua] Is a bit mad so splashes BEN with water-

[BEN] Shrieks-

[aven] see ben you made aqua upset so he splashed you

[BEN] - WHERE DID THE GLASS GO!?

[vin] -come outside with eddy and Edward and sit next to aven-

[aven] it always only blocked the other side which faced the path

[BEN] Whines-

[hyrule] -reaches out for aqua-

[Aqua] Swims closer-

[hyrule] -makes a petting motion-

[CP] Decides to leave and is walking around-

[Aqua] Moves into the pets-

[hyrule] -makes little giggles at he pets aqua-

[Aqua] Happy noises-

[Gk] Notices Cp- What up bud? This weather is great.

[CP] - Avoiding the storm at home

[Gk] Ah shit. What did you break now?

[CP] - Nothing, I just threw Stevie's pet at him

[Gk] Harsh-

-There's a bit of commotion and Mb tears by laughing

[Ruby] Is chasing him on horseback

[CP] - Do we want to interfere?

[Ruby] Chucks a spare bone at Mb and hit's him square in the head-

[Mb] Bitch!

[Gk] Maybe? I know that's one of Steve's 'brothers'.

[CP] - But I don't like helping!

[Gk] I was giving that as a reason not too...

[Ruby] Yells at Cp- Trip him!

[CP] Groans- And now the skeleton is trying to order me around...

[Mb] races right by but not before hitting Cp with a slimeball -

[Gk] Sticks out his tail in Mbs way-

[CP] Launches a fire ball at the other brine-

[Mb] Dodges the fireball so it hit's Gk's tail -

[Gk] FUCKER!

[Ruby] Nearly bowls Cp over with hir horse-

[CP] - Your a Nether dragon!? How does that even affect you!? AND YOU! WATCH IT!

[Gk] it was a comment on your crappy aim!

[Ruby] - pulls the reins too hard trying to stop and hir skeleton horse throws their hooves wildly around.

[Mb] Ha-ha!

[CP] - Should I make him sleep?

[Mb] Oh fuck no! - Makes a beeline for the trees-

[Gk] Nah... not worth it.

[Ruby] Is shooting arrows at the fleeing brine-

[BEN] - GET HYRULE AWAY FROM THE DRAGON!

[aven] ben he is fine you need to stop hyrule made a friend even it is a water dragon

[BEN] - IT IS NOT A FRIEND!

[aven] we are right here you don't have to yell and he clearly is smart he most likely will be able to talk when he is older like the other dragons so why can't he ben a friend

[Aqua] Suddenly rolls backwards into the water and disappears from sight-

[BEN] - Oh thank Majora, it's gone...

[hyrule] -is trying to see aqua-

[Aqua] Suddenly bursts out of the pond, about three times longer than before-

[aven] -jumps up to a standing position out for surprise-

[hyrule] -giggles at the aqua-

[Aqua] Small roar-

[hyrule] -giggles and tries to pet aqua again-

[Aqua] Nudges the baby-

[BEN] - AVEN GET HYULE AWAY! ITS COVERED IN WATER!

[hyrule] -pets aqua-

[aven] but he like wa-er

[hyrule] wa-er

[BEN] - BUT IT'S A GIANT FREAKING DRAGON!

[Aqua] Trills a little-

[CP] - Hmmm, wonder if I can ruin any of TLOT's valentines day plans...

[aven] so is endrea

[BEN] - BUT ENDREA ISN'T WATER BASED!

[BEN] - IN FACT SHE'S THE OPPOSITE!

[aven] they are both still enderdragons

[BEN] Whines-

[aven] and hyrule can drown from petting a wet dragon so your just overreacting

[BEN] Grumbles-

[hyrule] -tries to hug the dragon-

[Aqua] Purrs into the touch and tries to move, but the pond is now just a bit to small for him now-

[vin] it's ok aqua gem will help as soon as the weather cools down or she will keep dying before she can help.

[Aqua] Sad noises-

[vin] -pat aqua- if you really need to you can stretch up the water fall to the second pond so your in both you can till the weather cools.

[Aqua] Nods it's head-

[aven] -tries petting aqua too-

[Aqua] Sneezes as Aven hits the sensitive nerves in the nose-

[hyrule] -giggles at the sneeze-

[Aqua] Tries to hunker in the water as much as possible-

[aven] so ben I you know valentine's day is coming up and I have plans for us.

[BEN] - SHIT! That's coming up?

[aven] yea did you lose track of time while you have been here

[BEN] Ducks hi head and grumbles in embarrassment-

[aven] it's ok ben I wouldn't have know either if it wasn't for the fact doc and cp went to the real world and brought back some valentine's day stuff it's very easy to lose track here.

[BEN] - Sorry...

[aven] -kisses him on the cheek- it's ok sweetie even if you completely forgot we still have my plans

[BEN] - I promise, I'll have something for you, I swear

[CP] Has left GK and enters Doc's house, looking to cause some mischief-

[TLOT] Is playing with Yaunfen.

[Steve] Is feeding Doc's pokemon.

[TLOT] Mentally- I know you're here Cp. I can hear you grumbling. What's on your mind?

[CP] - Just avoiding a storm

[TLOT] Well you found a secure place to weather it. And partly buried stone walls are cooler then wood as well.

[CP] - Whatever...- He teleports down to where they are

[Yaunfen] - Burp!

[Exeggcute]- Bounces over to Cp and all the little faces look up at him-

[CP] - Fuck off

[Exeggcute] Six extended tongues and the group rolls back over to Steve

[Steve] So sour..

[CP] - I can't wait for this fucking holiday to be done with...

[TLOT] How come? Sex seems to be one of the few things that makes you genuinely smile.

[CP] - Because it's a fucking sappy holiday. Participated once, do not need to do that again

[Steve] Wait, you're not going to do anything for Lie?

[TLOT] That's not right.

[CP] - I did something for her last year... That was enough, besides, we've both already talked about it

[TLOT] Somehow I think 'we talked about it' means you said no like an asshole and she went with it because she doesn't want to fight with you.

[CP] - Now why would you say that?

[Steve] Because we know you?

[CP] Growls- It a stupid fucking holiday

[TLOT] Cp... if you have any pixels in you that can feel guilt, listen to me right now. Lie picked you. She exchanged hearts with you. It's not some deal she could just break if you start being a turd. Make it something she'll cherish, not a bad decision she'll regret.

[CP] - Make me you asshole! I'm not interested in celebrating!

[Steve] Cp... you're being awful. It takes a lot of arm-twisting to just get you to say 'I love you' to Lie. That's just... well! Awful!

[TLOT] It is shameful.

[CP] - But she already knows it!

[TLOT] It's kinda easy to forget that's the case when it's so hard for you to say it.

[CP] Scowls at them-

[Steve] Yeah, a relationship isn't a one and done thing. It's always a work in progress.

[CP] - Our relationship is fine

[TLOT] For now.

[CP] - What's that supposed to mean?

[TLOT] It means things fall apart Cp. You have to keep reinforcing the ideas that keep a relationship strong. Love isn't a crappy bunch of roses, it's a million little gestures that show you care, spread out over a lifetime.

[CP] - What? I do things for her all the time!

[Steve] Like what?

[CP] - I keep the mobs away, make sure she stays warm... Things like that

[Steve] That's decent... but still...

[TLOT] You could do better. And if you don't want to celebrate then do something for her now instead. Suprise her, and don't make it a secret admirer thing again.

[CP] - Why? And what the fuck would I do asshat!?

[TLOT] I'm not sure. But even just taking her some nice food and drink and having a quiet dinner with her would be a good start.

[CP] - Boooooring

[Steve] You have a better idea then?

[CP] Glares-

[TLOT] Well you hated my last idea... and it was much less innocent.

[CP] - I will murder you if you try that again

[TLOT] Gives a deep sigh and cradles Yaunfen-

[Steve] Cp... just think of something!

[CP] - Oh bite me!

[Galvantula] Chomps on Cp's ankle from behind and bites him with it's fangs, before letting go just as quickly-

[Steve] Hey!

[CP] - FUCKER!

[Galvantula] scampers up the wall and gives him a smug look from the ceiling.

[Steve] To be fair, it did do what you asked.

[CP] Twitches as electricity jolts through him-

[TLOT] Are you okay Cp? You look a bit... twitchy...

[CP] - I'm fine fucker

[Steve] You got some... like little static crackles?

[CP] - I said- Twitch- I'm fine

[TLOT] Calls mentally - Silver? Can you come up for a minute?

[Silver] - Uh... Sure?

[CP] - Why are you calling him?

[TLOT] Because he's the Pokemon expert, duh.

[CP] Growls and storms off, his body pausing half way up the stairs before he continued-

[TLOT] Dammit Cp. Stubborn asshole...

[Silver] Arrives with Sylveon after CP is gone- You called for me?

[TLOT] I was going to have you look at Cp but he stormed off as usual. Galvantula bit him and made him kinda electrical?

[Silver] - Is he twitchy? Because electricity normally doesn't affect him

[TLOT] oh, well: he kept pausing and jerking a bit.

[Silver] - Oh, um, he may be under the effects of paralysis...

[Sylveon] Yawns-

[Steve] I thought that was when you couldn't move at all?

[Silver] - Usually... But he is a lot stronger and has his own electrical abilities...

[TLOT] Strokes Yaunfen's barbels - how do you fix it normally?

[Exeggcute] Rolls over to Silver, hoping for a treat.

[Silver] - Anti paralysis potion

[Sylveon] sniffs at Exeggcute-

[TLOT] Do you have any? Or do we need to go get some?

[Exeggcute] Variety of friendly facial expressions-

[Silver] - I think I have some, let me check- He starts going through his bag

[Sylveon] Jumps around the Exeggcute-

[Silver] - Hmmm, sorry, doesn't look like I have one...

[TLOT] Maybe one of the other Pokemon creepypastas?

[Silver] - Glitchy and Strangled are hanging around Lapras since it can make ice

[TLOT] Oh are they in the moon pool downstairs?

[Silver] - Should be

[TLOT] mind if we invade your room Silver? It is your space.

[Silver] - Go ahead

[Steve] Thank you.

[Exeggute] Bounds around until Galvantula comes back off the ceiling to snuggle with them and Goomy on the rug.

[Silver] Picks Sylveon up and heads for his room-

[TLOT] Heads down to the lab as well with Yaunfen and Steve behind him. They slip behind the painting and into the red room with its wall of caged flames.

[Lapras] Has turned the water in the moon pool to ice-

[Silver] - Hey Glitchy! You here still?

[TLOT] Wow that is pretty damn cold, especially with the waterfall from the bay sliding over it

[Glitchy] Yeah, why? -Looks up from petting his Sneasel-

[TLOT] We were kinda hoping you had a paralyze heal potion, Cp got bit.

[Glitchy] Chances are, yeah. Give me a sec.

-Glitchy scoots over to check his pack, his Sneasel walks toward TLOT and Silver-

[Yaunfen] Sniffs at the Sneasel- Burp?

[TLOT] Do you want anything in trade Glitchy? I don't want to be someone who only talks to someone when they need a thing.

[Silver] Goes to check on Lapras and make sure it's not over exerting itself-

[Strangled] - It should be fine Silver, I've been giving it berries to keep it's energy up

[Silver] - Thanks

[Glitchy] It's fine, I don't mind.

-Sneasel tries to pap Yaunfen on the general facial area, mindful of it's claws-

[Glitchy] Found one. -Pulls the potion out and holds it out to TLOT-

[Steve] Puts out a hand for Lapras - that's so neat, you're an awesome Pokemon.

[Yaunfen] Tries to gum the paw-

[Lapras] Nuzzles Steve's hand-

[Sneasel] Snes! -Pats Yaunfen's face again-

[Steve] Is wearing a huge sappy smile and scratches at Lapras gently

[TLOT] Takes it- a spray bottle?

[Sylveon] Jumps on Lapras' head-

[Silver] - Ponyta is probably pretty happy outside...

[Glitchy] Sprits him. All our potions are like this.

[Silver] - That probably won't work... This is CP we're talking about...

[Strangled] Starts laughing- CP got paralyzed!? FUCKING IDIOT!

[Glitchy] Make his mate do it. Or, hold him down?

[Steve] The flaming horse would love the heat, I hope Mudsdale stays in the indoor pen and doesn't get too dry.

[TLOT] Gets a very grinchy smile- I have a better idea...

[Silver] - I don't think I want to know what that look means...

[TLOT] Oh just a little prank, but chances are good he'll get laid at the end of it.

[Silver] - Well it is almost Valentines day...

[Strangled] - Who wants to make a bet that he'll hold out until after the holiday?

[Steve] Any special girls or guys in your native games? You're all free to come and go if you want to visit anyone.

[Silver] - No...

[Strangled] - Only rivals

[Glitchy] Possibly? Probably not.

[TLOT] I'll pass, time runs strangely here. The holiday itself may have already passed outside.

[Steve] Aw, not even a love hate thing with someone? I hear the nurses are cute, and most of the professors...

[Strangled] - You do realize that we're, like, twelve, right?

[Steve] Blushes- No! I didn't, I thought it was like BEN! You're just holding the shape from the game but mentally in your twenties or something! It's hard to tell at this resolution! I mean shit... How old do you think I am?

[Silver] - Well yes, it is like that, we're older mentally, but our bodies are still very young

[Strangled] - I don't know, fifty or so?

[Steve] If you don't count the period of time I was in a stasis sleep, I'm still over 500 years old.

[TLOT] Yeah, I'm a cradle- robber. I'm more then twice his age.

[Strangled] - What the fuck is wrong with you two!?

[Steve] It's not my fault Jeb kept me in a sleep state, we'd be closer to the same age otherwise.

[TLOT] What? Time moves quickly here.

[Strangled] Just groans-

[TLOT] Hey if any of you want more adult forms, I'm always happy to help.

[Glitchy] I'm good.

[Silver] - I don't know how the paralysis will affect CP, you might want to hurry up with the potion

[Strangled] - FUCK OFF!

[TLOT] okay okay, I'm going. Geeze.

[Steve] Has already gotten the gist of his husbands plotting - I'll get some roses, you get the wine.

[Yaunfen] - Burp!

[Strangled] - Hey Glitchy! What don't you have in there?

[Glitchy] Uh.....

[Glitchy] Hell if I know, honestly. Stopped keeping track after I had several games worth of items...

[Strangled] - Oh for fucks sake

[Glitchy] -Sheepish Look-

[TLOT] Has poured a bit of touchie wine into a bowl and added some of the potion as well. [Steve] returns with some fresh roses and smiles as his husband crumbles the red pixels into it. -Should we add some lust blossom nectar? [TLOT] Nah, I don't want to overdo it. - he stirs the mix into a paste and compresses it in hands covered with a pair of plain gloves from Doc's trunk. Deftly he fashions a small tube of metal and presses the mix down in it with a delicate twist- perfect

[Sylveon] Followed them up- Syl?

[TLOT] Aw hey Sylveon, want to add some loving vibes to this? - shows the tiny tube

[Sylveon] - Syl!- Sylveon then used charm on the tube

[Steve] NEAT!

[TLOT] Thank you

[Glitchy] I am low on Full Restores though...

[Sylveon] Makes happy noises before heading back to Silver-

[Silver] - I think I have a few of those, and the Doctor can make more for us

[CP] Makes it home and heads for his and Lie's room, having to pause a few times-

[TLOT] calls out to Lie mentally - hey.. Where are you?

[Lie] - Home, why?

[TLOT] Could you sneak out and meet me by the greenhouse?

[Lie] - Sure- She starts heading for the green house

[TLOT] Steve? Can you stay and watch the baby? You know I'll keep you updated.

[Steve] huffs a bit - okay phooey

[Lie] Is outside the greenhouse waiting-

[TLOT] Shows up after a few minutes, tapping her lightly from behind. He's still only wearing his jeans.

[Lie] Yelps and jumps away a little- TLOT!

[TLOT] what? I mean sorry to show up in a state of dishabile, but it is rather hot out.

[Lie] - I find it rather comfortable

[TLOT] Meh, I don't like feeling like I'm inside a furnace. And you run a bit cold for a brine anyway. But that's not why I came over. Cp was mouthing off and Doc's Galvantula bit him.

[Lie] - What!?

[TLOT] Yeah he's got a negative status, like being poisoned. It's a partial paralysis that makes him keep stuttering and pausing

[Lie] - What can I do to help? I'm assuming your working on figuring out a way to undo it

[TLOT] oh it's easy, it's a topical potion and he only needs a little. He just rushed off before I could get it and give it to him.

[Lie] - Idiot... Do you want me to give it to him?

[TLOT] Yep, and I know how to make it happen without a fight too-

[Lie] - I'm suspicious of this...

[TLOT] pulls out the little tube- pucker up

[Lie] Takes a few quick steps back- Does it really have to be done this way?

[TLOT] oh come on, I just made it into a tube of lipstick, all you have to do is give him a big smootch.

[Lie] - When do you ever see me with make up on? He'll immediately be suspicious

[TLOT] Well it's Valentine's Day... Could you throw on a dress too? Then it won't look out of place.

[Lie] - WHAT MAKES YOU THINK I OWN A DRESS!?

[TLOT] I thought Trender gave you one?

[Lie] - He gave me a design for one, and I really don't think that would be appropriate for this if it was already made anyways...

[TLOT] Well.... Ummm... How about something casual...- he looks around at the plants and selects a bud from one of the red lantern flowers

[Lie] - TLOT... What are you doing?

[TLOT] just a bit of what I do best... - He multiples the bud and smooths it out into a shimmering red fabric, it's satiny and a bit translucent in places, just like the delicate flower it was formed from. The smooth fabric even has a faint reddish glow like the natural light of the nether.

[Lie] - Um... It's, pretty?

[TLOT] Thank you. -He lays it down on Lies workable and forms it into a kimono bathrobe with a skinny tie for the waist. The front edge is a bit thicker as well as the sleeve edging, with almost a fuzzy texture. - how about this?

[Lie] - For me or for Steve?

[TLOT] It's for you silly! Why would Steve want to kiss Cp? He'd get his lights punched out at the least.

[Lie] - But... But...

[TLOT] What? It's just a nice bathrobe.

[Lie] - You and I both know that's not the case here...

[TLOT] But it is nice! At least try it on!

[Lie] Sighs- Fiiiiiine- She takes the robe and puts it on over her clothes

[TLOT] Now we'll have a little of this- he covers her lips with a nice coat of the red lipstick- and a bit less of this- he unequipts her clothes under the robe- you look great!

[Lie] Shrieks- TLOT!- She then feels the tingling of the touchie wine on her lips

[TLOT] Hustles her back towards the house-come on! You take care of Cp and I'll check in on Markus

[Lie] Holds the front of the robe shut- Damnit TLOT, I can feel the touchie wine

[TLOT] it's just a drop so he won't fight you - reaches over and ties the belt for her

[Lie] - Thanks...

[CP] Grunts as he's briefly paralyzed again-

[Lie] Crosses the bridge and hesitantly enters her bedroom, spotting CP on the bed, the small traces of lightning skittering across him. Her mate looks over at her-

[CP] - Lie? The fuck are you wearing?

[Lie] Blushes nearly as brightly as her lipstick- Oh hush, TLOT gave me what you need to undo the paralysis your under- She steps closer to the bed

[CP] - Oh? And just what are you giving me?

[Lie] - This- She leans in and kisses him, both the paralysis heal and touchie wine being transferred to her mate

[CP] Finds himself hungrily kissing back and grabbing at her once he could. His hands roam the robe as he tugs at the tie, pulling it loose

[Lie] - Shifts a bit nervously as she becomes exposed, hearing the loving purr her mate gives at the sight of her body

[CP] - Mine.... My lovely mate

[Lie] Smiles a little and nuzzles CP a little before finding herself flipped onto her back and CP over her-

[CP] Leans in and places feather light kisses over her body, moving lower and lower-

[Lie] - Ah, CP!

[CP] - Shhhh, you're okay, I promise

[Lie] Squirms and her mate grabs her legs to keep her still-

[CP] Comes back up and kisses her again before sitting back and beginning to shed his own clothes rather quickly-

[Lie] Still becomes a bit flustered at the sight of her husbands member which causes him to chuckle-

[CP] - You still blush at that, it's adorable

[Lie] - Oh shush

[CP] - Make me

[Lie] Quickly draws him into another kiss, effectively shutting him up-

[CP] Rubs against her opening, teasing and making sure she's wet enough for him before sliding inside, watching his mate shudder and mewl under him. He knew every spot to hit with her and took his time, enjoying making love to his wife-

[Lie] The touchie wine in her system makes her much more susceptible to CP's advances as she quickly comes closer to climax-

[CP] Skims his mates mind to figure out where she is and continues giving her every pleasure he can, enjoying her noises as she cums, tightening around him as he fills her as well. He notices her eyes already beginning to droop as he pulls out and he pulls her into a protective embrace. He knows she hasn't slept much since the nightmare incident and knows he won't be able to fall asleep anytime soon. So he simply holds her as she drifts into sleep in his arms-

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6/7/2021 - Update and post of Vampires

Hello tumblr, it has been a while. I have this website pinned but I never bother to write anything. It’s been a little over two years since I last wrote. Yet again, I feel stagnant, or even getting worse. I feel like I’ve changed. I like to think that I’m not the kind of person that changes. I always tell everyone that asks me how I’ve been that everything is the “same old shit”. I feel far away from the person I once was. I can understand that we all mature in different ways, but I don’t want to be a person that I, myself do not like. I’ve turned cynical, critical, judgmental, just an overall non-believer of anything good or positive. Much of the day I can’t say I have any positive thoughts apart from laughing at dumb memes, but I can’t say that counts for anything substantial. I haven’t accomplished much at all within these past two years, and it’s weighing heavy on my mind. I really do want to fix myself and my bad habits. I’ll be 29 this year, so by the time I hit the big three zero, I want to have my life and visions together. In order to take steps in this light, is the reason I decided to write again. I am constantly feeling tired both mentally and physically pretty much everyday of my life now, and I can say that it’s probably the worst it’s been. I don’t remember the last time I got some decent rest. My mind is polluted with so much bullshit I can only manage the upkeep of basic day to day living. My productivity and creativity are in the dump. This shit sucks, hopefully I can organize my thoughts and convince myself to change! Here we go..

Vampires, things that drain my energy:

Phone/social media - Social media is a piece of shit. It amazes me how I keep opening up IG on my phone to just scroll valuable moments of my life away. There’s many times I see things I really don’t like seeing and it actually makes me mad. I hate seeing political shit. Everything has an agenda now. Everyone is a hero now. Everything is money now. Rarely do I see things that I like on there (Isn’t that the whole reason to have the damn thing anyway?). There’s not much genuine things on social media anymore, it’s all just recycled trash. They literally show that shit in your feed even though you’re not subscribed/following them. Everything is an ad now. So much sales pitching, even for oneself as a brand. There’s nothing genuine about it in my eyes, and I really would like to live with less of it. It’s impossible to avoid completely in regular daily life now. I don’t need to be consuming half as much of all this bullshit on social media. Actually there’s also another side of social media that’s related to my next vampire.

Porn - Some social media posts are kinda like porn. You know the things (TikToks/Reels) you just keep watching over and over.. and over again? It might not necessarily make your peepee feel funny but there’s definitely some kind of strange chemical reactions going on in your brain when you watch that shit. It’s a vampire, like porn is. Porn, I feel like is actually huge in terms of draining energy. I mean of course in moderation, masturbation actually can’t be terrible for you, but what I want to talk about is the frequent kind (lol). I think doing it everyday is too much, especially as you get older. I can’t say I’ve ever came and felt a rush of energy, I usually just pass the fuck out (maybe I should look in to some Kama Sutra shit or something). I’m not an expert on health, but it can’t be good to put your body under the stress of manufacturing all that semen over and over, day after day, after day. I think naturally if there was too much semen, you’d just have a wet dream or something. I mean, it’s been a while since that’s happened to me though. Anyways, I think the body could use some rest from too many orgasms! Yeah I said it. It’s also really draining mentally as well. I feel worse mentally after watching porn than physically (DUH). Well to put it bluntly, porn is fucked up. I can’t quite put my finger on it (uhhhh nasty), but it’s just not right to enjoy watching people have sex and stuff. I’m just a viewer of porn. I’m indirectly supporting this machine that is destructive. I understand that there’s women (and men) that see great success in their lives from the porn industry, and I can’t knock that, although it may confuse me, maybe it is some people’s true passion to suck 100 guys dicks in one sitting. I DON’T KNOW. I just can’t help but feel bad when I see a girl that is clearly beautiful, could have been an actress or a model, and there she is taking it up the shitter. A part of me dies a little bit every time I get off, and think of deeper things like that. I don’t think that if any of those women had a chance to do something else and be successful, they wouldn’t ever choose to do porn. It’s just not fair to them, and now that I think about it, it’s crazy that their success depends on the base of fucked up viewers that they have. Not a pretty thought on all levels, also considering the women that did it and did not succeed. Overall, porn makes me feel like shit, and I need to stop fucking watching it.

Drugs - I can’t deny how nice the idea of having a few drinks or an having occasional cigarette. They’re great socially. By yourself though (which I tend to do often), it is a sad thing. I think it is a sad thing even with other people, when there’s not much reason to be consuming drugs. I understand that they can be a “social lubricant”, but really when you are consuming so much of it you can’t really call it a lubricant. It’s more like a flood, or like a wave that everyone is just riding, instead of people interacting normally. Drinking in excess for me has been common, too common I’d say. I would drink (a lot) with friends maybe every weekend. Recently, I’ve snapped and yelled at some of my friends in some kind of drunken rage (which is actually not even the first time) . This kind of behavior makes me very uncomfortable. I want to be happy and laugh with my friends, not be angry. Drinking is terrible for sleeping as well. You wake up feeling like complete trash, and your whole day has already passed. It steals a lot of life away. Moving on, cigarettes were an everyday thing for me. It was never so bad as to a pack a day, but I’d say I would do a pack or maybe two in a week, so a few a day. Cigarettes are nice in a social setting in a different way from alcohol, it sort of makes you more alert. In regular day to day life though, they are like taking a breath of fresh air. I know how ironic it sounds (lol), but the most common application is to have a cigarette after work. It stimulates you and somehow relaxes you at the same time. In that way cigarettes for me are such a chill drug, like you can’t get “drunk” on them if that makes sense. To be sitting listening to music and enjoy a cigarette is a subtle, but nice feeling. Apart from all that, they do make you feel like shit in a strange very obvious addiction kind of way. You always want one. The triggers are wide. They make you short on breath in physical activity. It does actually have some reactions in your brain to produce feel-good chemicals, so it does steal away some “happiness”. It is also very bad for health long-term, as is drinking too. I need to sober up and look at these drugs from a more mature perspective. I would love to be able to control my usage of them, because I can’t help it; I love beer, I love whiskey, and a cigarette tastes amazing sometimes.

General laziness/boredom - The biggest sign, sleeping way too much. There has to be more to life (lol). I can’t control my naps, they end up taking hours. This happens even after I get enough sleep. There’s so much to do, so much fun, so much building to be done, and what do I do? I’M FUCKING BORED. I’m so spoiled, or a better word I like to use, rotten. In general, I would safely say that boredom is the cause, and the other things listed above (phone, masturbation, drugs), are the effect. If I can learn how to properly control my boredom, I could effectively control all those vices. I think this should be a post on it’s own so I’ll try to attack this and write about it later.

Anyways, It’s sorta sad in a weird way that I haven’t been able to update in a while. So many things have happened. My cat (Nibbler) almost had to get put down and got surgery for free (He is doing great). The old place in Norcross I was renting got burned out, I lived with my brother for two months, and found a new place. I have a girlfriend now (albeit on and off). I’ve been working with my friend for almost two years now, no longer typing away at an office job. My sister Alisha moved to Japan, and very recently my youngest sister Anna finally turned 21. Time passes by and so many big things happen, it’s sad to not write about it. I know I was keeping a physical planner/diary, but I feel like on here I can write more freely and deeper (I don’t know why). Anyways, I hope not too much time passes before I write again. Until next time. ^-^

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