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datleggy · 3 years

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Buddie prompt: aggressively pro-buddie Helena and Ramon Diaz, who are ecstatic when Eddie tells them he's dating, and then utterly befuddled when he introduces Ana. But they decide to bite their tongues about it (Buck, their future son in law, has talked to them about respecting Eddie's decisions, however dumb, after all), until Ana (unwittingly? Innocently? No matter) makes a comment about Buck, and then all bets are off.

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Helena is so relieved that Eddie finally feels comfortable enough to come out to them, that she could cry. She feels awful that it took her so long to realize it.

It had been on Eddie’s last visit to Texas, when he and his crew had been fighting wildfires, that Ramon--her dense as can be when it comes to matters of the heart husband of all people--had noticed that their son was in love.

Helena still remembers saying goodbye to her son and his two teammates, remembers Ramon closing the door, waiting exactly all of five seconds before turning to her and saying, “I’m happy for him. He’s so stubborn, I didn’t know if he’d ever let himself get that close to someone again.”

And Helena had been confused at first, and then even chuckled when Ramon had explained calmly that clearly their son was dating his coworker Buck, until she’d stopped to really give it a moment’s thought. It had hit her all at once, how obvious those two were, and she couldn’t help but wonder how long it had been since they’d started dating and why Eddie hadn’t said anything yet.

She’s seen the photos on Instagram, Helena thinks, as their plane lands. Buck smiling next to her grandbaby after helping her son build him a skateboard he could safely ride in the park. Buck standing shoulder to shoulder with Eddie behind Tia and Christopher in that Christmas photo at the station. The selfie Eddie posted of him and Buck with the giant cast still on his leg the day of the ceremony for when he was no longer a probationary firefighter with the 118.

Really, she should’ve figured it out months ago.

When Eddie had called and told her he’d started dating again and that the next time they came to visit he’d make an introduction Helena had been thrilled!

Ramon drives them from the airport to their son’s place in their rental and Helena rambles on about how she hopes Buck isn’t too nervous to see them again, now that the cat’s out of the bag.

When they arrive Eddie greets them at the door with a big hug and ushers his parents inside and Helena is so ready to step into the living room and welcome Buck into the family with open arms, to show her son that there was nothing to be afraid of, that they love him and nothing in the world would change that--

Only to be met with....not Buck?

“Oh,” Helena stops dead in her tracks and Ramon stands beside her looking about as confused as she feels. “Hello.” she smiles politely enough.

The woman sitting next to Christopher on the couch stands up and she’s absolutely stunning, her curls bouncing on her shoulders when she stands up to exchange hello’s. “It’s so nice to meet you both. My name is Ana.”

The rest of the afternoon goes by just fine, but Eddie can tell something is amiss the entire time, though he does a good job of hiding it from Ana, who’s her usual charming self through out lunch.

She has to take a work call at some point and excuses herself to another room and that’s when Eddie turns to his parents and half-whispers. “Ok, I know those looks. What’s wrong?”

Helena shakes her head, feigning ignorance. “I don’t know what you mean.”

Eddie sighs, rolling his eyes. “Seriously, what is it? Ana is perfect. She’s incredibly smart, she’s funny, she’s got a great job, good head on her shoulders, and Christopher loves her--so again, I ask, what’s wrong?”

Ramon follows his wife’s lead. “Mijo, really, it’s nothing. She’s great. We’re happy for you. I think we’re just a little tired from the flight, that’s all.”

Eddie narrows his eyes slightly but decides there isn’t much sleuthing that can be done at the moment, so all he can do is take them at their word for now. “Fine, if you say so.”

They’re in the middle of watching Nemo when Buck's name comes up.

"When the tsunami happened Buck and I sang 'just keep swimming' like Dory." Christopher grins up at his dad and Eddie ruffles the curls on his head playfully. It helps Christopher to be able to openly talk about what he went through that day, the good and the bad.

"You never told me Buck was there that day." Ana comments off handedly.

Eddie nods, "Huh, I thought I mentioned it? Buck took him to the pier that morning."

"It was scary but Buck saved me." Christopher tells his grandma, who reaches across the couch to squeeze his arm. Helena had been horrified to hear what had happened at the time; it still gives her anxiety just thinking about it.

"That's right." She says softly.

"I thought some woman you didn't know carried him to one of the tents, and that's how you two were reunited, no?" Ana asks.

"Yeah, but before that, during the initial impact Buck was with Christopher, he managed to get him up to this firetruck in the middle of everything. It was after he dove back into the water to save someone that a second wave came and swept Christopher right off and they got separated from there." Eddie recalls solemnly.

There had been blood running down the dirty wet bandage on his arm, he'd been soaked to the bone, exhausted and barely standing upright. It wasn't until Christopher had been found that Buck had allowed himself to collapse.

"Oh..." Ana frowns.

Ramon puts a hand over his heart and sighs. "It's a miracle, really."

Ana doesn't mean to say it outloud, but the words comes tumbling out of her mouth without warning. "And you're still friends with him?"

Eddie blinks. "What?"

"I'm sorry, really, it's just--I don't understand." Ana rubs her shoulder self consciously, fully aware of the fact that everyone is looking at her. "Look, Edmundo, you nearly bit my head off when Christopher got a skinned knee under my watch but you're still best friends with the man who lost your son for God only knows how long? It doesn't make any sense to me."

Ana knows how overprotective Eddie is of his son, and in fact, that's one of the reasons she likes him so much; she admires that about him and this? It doesn't track with the man she knows.

Helena wants to open her mouth and she say something in defense of Buck--he's a good man, after all. But she knows better than to get between a couple in an argument, especially given how bias she is towards her future son in law...

Instead, she clears her throat and looks at Christopher, "Honey, how about you help me and Grandpa unpack? I bought a lot of fun things from Texas for you."

Christopher doesn't want to go. His Dad looks upset. Ana looks upset. He wants to stay and help. If Ana met Buck she would understand, Christopher's sure of it. But his grandparents are already leading him down the hall and to the guest room.

Christopher hangs out with his grandparents for a few minutes before fibbing and telling them he needs to use the bathroom. They both offer to help him but he insists that he can do it himself, promising to call out if he needs them.

He sneaks the home phone into the bathroom with him and dials a number he knows by heart at this point. He waits a couple of rings before the call connects.

"Hey, what's up?" Buck's voice comes through the other end. He sounds distracted.

"Bucky? Can you come get me?" He whispers into the phone.

He hears a small commotion and then a stifled 'ow!' and then: "Chris? Are you ok? You're home, right? What's wrong? Where's Eddie?"

"I'm home. I'm ok. But--" there's a knock on the door and it startles Christopher into accidentally hanging up the phone before he can explain the situation in it's entirety.

"It was a tsunami." Eddie sighs, "It wouldn't be fair to hold something like that over his head. And look, you weren't there. You didn't see the look on his face, you don't know how many hours he spent crying out Christopher's name at the top of his lungs, injured and looking nonstop through the rubble for him--"

"Yeah, which he wouldn't have had to do if he hadn't lost him in the first place. It sounds like he was too busy playing hero for strangers to watch your son." Ana folds her arms across her chest. "I don't want to fight. Especially not with your parents here. Honestly, I'm just confused? We don't have to talk about this right now. I can go. I just want to apologize to your parents and Christopher first, before I leave, for," she sighs, embarrassed, "well, for causing a scene. This is not the way I'd pictured meeting your parents."

"You know, if you just met Buck I really think you would--"

A cacophony of knocks at the door make the both of them jump. Ana looks at Eddie. "Were you expecting anyone else?"

"Christopher!? Christopher I'm here, open up!"

Eddie gapes. "...Buck?"

"Did you...call him over?" Ana didn't even see him reach for his phone.

"What? No, of course not." Eddie starts towards the door--the knocking has gotten so boisterous he's pretty sure Buck's about to break down his door--but Ana beats him to it.

At this point Eddie's parents and Christopher are in the hallway wondering what all that racket is.

Ana lets the door swing open, and if she's being entirely honest she's not sure what she's planning on saying to the man who's essentially at the center of her first real argument with her boyfriend, but whatever it was, it goes up in smoke when she takes in the sight of him.

Buck is taller than she'd pictured but that's not what's got her speechless.

He's standing at the doorway, chest heaving, clearly having rushed out of his house, where he was very obviously in the middle of shaving, if the shaving cream still smeared on a third of his face is any indication. He's in sweatpants and a white undershirt that's got little drops of blood on the front from where he must have cut himself while shaving. There's a bright red cut running down the underside of his chin.

"Um." Ana can't do much except stare, wide eyed.

Buck blinks at her, "Uh...Ana?" He suddenly realizes all the people in the house behind her are looking at him in a kind of stupor.

She nods slowly. "Buck?"

Buck nods sheepishly, "Uh... So, I am clearly interrupting something here."

"You came!" Christopher moves past all of the adults in the corridor and throws himself at Buck's legs.

Buck lifts the kid up easily enough, crutches and all, "Yeah, about that," he gently pinches his cheek, eliciting a giggle out of Christopher, "What was that phone call all about? You nearly gave me a heart attack, bud."

Eddie groans. "Christopher, did you call Buck to come all the way over here in the middle of the day?" He walks over and uses the cuff of his shirt sleeve to wipe away the rest of the shaving cream on the side of Buck's face. The look on his face is fond as he does so. "What did this little menace say to get you over here in such a rush?"

Christopher pouts. "I just told him to come get me. I thought if Miss Ana met my Bucky she'd know how come you're still best friends." He grips at Buck's t shirt tightly. "You can't stop being friends, Dad. I love Buck. He's my friend too."

Buck frowns. "Umm..."

Eddie gives him an apologetic look. "Sorry, it's not--it's complicated. I promise to explain everything later. Right now isn't really a great time--"

Ana interrupts hesitantly. "Actually, now is probably good. I need to get home soon, it's getting pretty late, so I should get going." She turns to Helena and Ramon. "It was very nice to meet you both." She scoohches past Buck and Christopher and practically sprints to where she parked her car, aware of the fact that Eddie is calling out her name and only half a step behind her.

It's not until they're several blocks down the street that she swivels around and he nearly topples into her in his haste. "Ana, please, I don't want you to leave like this. I really didn't call him over." He reaches into his back pocket and shows her his phone. "See?"

Ana takes the phone and presses her lips together thinly. "He called you like twenty times on his way over."

Eddie frowns. His phone must have been on silent. It's no wonder Buck rushed over like he did. "He was just worried about Christopher--"

Ana sighs resignedly. "No, I know. It's obvious, how much your best friend cares about your son. I can see why he's still in your life. And I think I can also see why that means you don't really have any room for me in it..."

Eddie shakes his head. "What? Why would you say that?"

Ana looks him in the eye, intent as can be on reading him. Eddie had smiled so warmly, creating such an unintentionally intimate moment when all he'd done was swipe at the other mans face with his sleeve...

"You don't even know, do you?"

"Know what?"

"I think this is something you and Buck need to sort out yourselves. Goodbye Edmundo."

Eddie closes the door behind him as he steps inside, a little heartbroken and a lot confused.

There's noise coming from the kitchen and so Eddie follows it to the source. Ramon is telling Buck about how to sear the perfect steak by the stove while Helena and Christopher set the table.

"Is everything alright?" Helena asks, when she notices him by the entryway.

Eddie nods, lying when he says. "Yeah, all good Mom."

She gives him a knowing look but keeps her mouth shut. "Honey, take Buck here to your room, let him borrow one of your shirts. And maybe a razor?"

Buck chuckles shyly. "It's fine, really. I should probably get going too--"

Ramon shushes him. "Nonsense. Go, go, get changed and get your butt back into this kitchen. Scoot."

Eddie takes Buck by the shoulders and drags him to his room, where he finds a worn gray Henley for him. "Here."

Buck thanks him before stripping out of his white undershirt and throwing on the clean shirt.

Eddie plops himself down on his bed with a sigh. "Hey, I'm sorry about all this mess. And on your one day off, too."

Buck sits down beside him, bumping their shoulders together. "I don't really know what's going on but, are you doing ok?"

"I don't know," Eddie makes a face. "I think I got broken up with today."

Buck cringes. "Shit, I'm sorry, what happened?"

That's a good question. Eddie ponders that a moment. Ana had said it herself: she understood perfectly why Eddie didn't blame Buck for what happened during the tsunami and she had seen first hand how much Buck cares for Christopher for herself today.

So, why?

"She said that there wasn't any room for her in my life?" Eddie scratches the back of his head. "Maybe I'm just not cut out for this dating stuff anymore."

"Aw, c'mon man," Buck pats him on the back. "You fall off the bike you gotta get right back on." He turns his body all the way around so that he's facing Eddie fully. "Dude, you're a catch. You're a handsome, badass firefighter, you've got the best kid, and hey--you got me." Buck grins toothily.

Eddie rolls his eyes, though he can't help but smile. "So what I'm hearing here is that I'm stuck with you?"

"Oh yeah, for sure." Buck laughs.

Eddie leans back on his arms and looks up at his best friend, pensive. "Promise?"

Buck extends his pinky and wiggles it in front of Eddie, who smiles as he wraps his pinky around Buck's. "Promise."

#long post is long #I'm gonna fix it and put a read more when my laptop stops fucking up 😩😩😩 sorry #911 fox #buddie

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diazbuckleys · 3 years

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always looking for ways to love you

post 4.13, comfort and confessions

wc: 1800

Eddie can tell he's lying in a hospital cot before he even opens his eyes. He knows the scent of it by heart; that stark smell of Purell, body odor, and death, so strong it burns his nostrils. And then, the feel of starched sheets against his fingers. That terrible, burning pain, ripping through his right shoulder.

"Edmundo," a soft voice says, and Eddie opens his eyes.

It's Ana. Of course it is. No one else ever calls him by his birth name. There's something comforting in the way she says it, but it's also painfully familiar. He can still hear his father's voice ringing in his ears when he had told his parents about his plan to leave their hometown with Chris in tow. Edmundo, don't do this. You're making a terrible mistake.

He opens his eyes, and he really looks at her. And he feels that sharp, shameful stab of disappointment. She really is very beautiful.

"I'm so glad you're okay," she says, and Eddie realizes she's been crying. "God-I really wondered for a moment whether you were going to wake up."

“Yeah," Eddie manages, his voice coming out in a weak croak that he's too exhausted to care about. "Yeah, I'm still here."

She squeezes his hand, where her thin fingers are threaded through his.

He sits up suddenly, blinking away the sleep and the heavy pain in his shoulder. "Is Chris...?"

"Asleep. Carla took him home a few hours ago. He wanted to stay, but, you know. It's getting late."

"Oh. Thank you." He looks around the room. It's sparse and dreary like they always are, with only a pair of plastic cushioned chairs in the corner and one large window with the blinds drawn. He wonders what time it is, how long it's been since the accident.

Slowly, inevitably, Eddie's mind starts drifting to Buck. He remembers pieces of the attack; Buck being tackled by Captain Mehta, as people screamed and ducked for cover all around them. In retrospect, Buck had probably laid on the ground across from him for only a few minutes. But in the moment it had felt like time had slowed. It had felt like they were the only two people in the world.

Ana seems to notice his distraction, and squeezes his hand again. "I let a nurse know you were awake. She should be over in a few minutes."

He smiles at her, feeling another piece of that piercing guilt. A part of Eddie wishes he could love her in the way he should. But he can't; he knows that now.

"Thank you, Ana. I'm glad you're here."

She looks at him questioningly. Despite everything, she has always been good at telling when something is wrong. "But?"

Eddie thinks about Buck on the ground, staring at Eddie soundlessly as blood dripped from his face and onto his clean white shirt. Eddie thinks about reaching out to him in the final moments before his eyes slipped shut, thinking I'm going to die, and he'll never know how I feel, or about any of it. But Eddie's alive, and so is Buck.

"But-I can't do this. I think you know that."

Ana, sweet Ana Flores, lets go of his hand with a sad smile. She sighs, like she's coming to terms with something she had tried to forget.

Finally, she says; "Yes, Edmundo. I know."

Eddie reaches for her hand again, soft and warm, and holds onto it tightly. "I'm sorry. I didn't want-I didn't mean for it to happen this way.

Ana gives him that sad smile again. "Oh, Eddie. You can't choose where your heart goes. It hurts, but I'm just sorry I didn't realize it sooner."

Eddie frowns. His head is still pounding, and every part of him wants to fall back into the comforts of sleep. Instead, he props himself up on his elbows and blinks his eyes open. "Realize what?"

"That you already have a family. You have Chris. You have Buck."

It's the first time either of them have acknowledged it out loud, and Eddie swallows a lump in his throat.

"A family?

She lets go of his hand, carefully. “Do me a favor, Eddie? Don't mess it up. For my sake."

"I won't," Eddie says, throat stuck with emotion. But there's one more thing he has to ask. "And, um. Is he here?"

Ana frowns. "I'm sorry. They're all still trying to track down whoever it was that attacked you."

Eddie's face falls, and he lets himself collapse back into the sheets. If Buck is out there with the shooter- even the thought makes Eddie's chest constrict.

"Edmundo," Ana says, tone surprisingly firm, "he's going to be okay."

Eddie nods. Of course he is. It's Buck. He has to be.

"I'm really glad you're here," he says again, grateful.

"Good luck, Eddie Diaz," she says in lieu of a response, and smiles at him before she goes, like she really, really means it.

*******

At some point after a smiling nurse enters the room, checks his vitals, and declares him "in recovery", Eddie falls asleep again. He dreams about blood spilling on the open road, the St. Christopher pendant clattering against the pavement as he fell. Buck's blue eyes, wide with terror, staring, staring, staring.

*******

And then, some indeterminable number of hours later, he's awake again. This time, the sound that drags him to the surface of consciousness isn't a voice, but the steady beat of the hospital machinery. A sign that he's still here, breathing, despite everything.

Someone else is holding his hand. Eddie feels the strong, calloused fingers gripping him tightly, and he almost wants to sob. He's okay. He came back to me.

"Hey there," Buck says, and a thousand pounds of grief and worry lift from Eddie's shoulders.

"Hi," Eddie says, and cracks a sleepy smile up at Buck. Evan Buckley, Firefighter, friend, the fucking love of Eddie's life.

Eddie blinks a little in the harsh light. “What time is it? What day is it?"

Buck leans down to check his watch, and Eddie wonders distantly where it came from, or if he had just never noticed it before. He thinks that maybe becoming more observant is something he should work on. "11:27 PM, Tuesday. Three days since you were shot."

"And the shooter?" Eddie presses. "Did you find him?"

Buck shakes his head, still clutching tightly to Eddie's hand. "Nope, still on the lookout. But Cap thought it was more important that I be here."

Eddie feels a little lightheaded and dizzy at the words. Buck's here, real and breathing in front of him. Holding his hand.

He looks terrible, Eddie notices. His eyes are bloodshot, dark circles resting underneath them. His hair is a blond, tangled mess, and his tee shirt has a coffee stain around the collar. Eddie thinks suddenly about how truly awful the shooting must have been for Buck. He wonders if he was able to get all of the blood out of his shirt.

"I brought Christopher with me," Buck says when Eddie doesn't speak. "He and Carla are both passed out in the hallway."

Eddie sighs. "Thanks, Buck. I hate for him to see me like this."

Buck nods, and strokes his thumb over the back of Eddie's hand, in a slow, hypnotizing rhythm. He looks like he's trying to gather the courage to say something.

"Look, man," Buck starts abruptly, "I'm sorry. I should have done better."

It takes everything within Eddie not to take hold of Buck by the shoulders and shake him.

"Buck. Stop it, seriously. You did everything right."

"No, Eddie. Let me just-"

Fuck. Buck's voice is breaking. Eddie can't even remember the last time he saw him cry.

"I'm fucking sorry, man. I saw you get shot, and I just couldn't move. It was like I was frozen, watching the bullet hit you, watching you fall. And later I kept thinking about Chris, and how terrible it would have been if we-if he had lost you. Telling him what happened, after you got hurt, when we didn't know if you were going to make it-that was one of the hardest things I've ever had to do. He kept on just looking at me, and fuck. I had to tell him that-and I didn't know-"

Buck's crying. Full on crying, and all Eddie can do is stare.

"Um." Buck says a moment later, clearing his throat with an embarrassed flush, and wiping furiously at his eyes. "Anyway. Sorry. You deserve better, and I just-"

"Evan Buckley," Eddie says with conviction, and that shuts Buck up.

"I don't know what it will take for me to get this through your head, but you are not a disappointment. You didn't do anything wrong. I have no fucking idea what I'd do without you, actually. So please, don't try to tell me you're not good enough for me, or that you should have done better. Because you are good enough. You are. Okay?"

"Okay," Buck says, and then they're quiet. The clock over the doorway ticks slowly. Outside, the overcast sky has started to rain.

Buck rubs one hand over his tired eyes. "I just care about you, so much, Eddie. And the fact that there was even a possibility I wasn't going to get to see you again, and laugh at your stupid jokes and eat your terrible dinners-I couldn't take it."

And, goddamnit, Eddie doesn’t think he’s ever loved anyone like he loves Buck.

"I'm sorry too, that I made you worry. But I'm still here."

Buck smiles. "We're quite the pair, aren't we?"

"Shut up," Eddie retorts, laughing, "you love me."

Buck stills at that, fidgeting with Eddie's hand, but refuses to meet him in the eye.

"You know," Eddie says slowly, suddenly feeling brave, "Carla said something to me the other day, about following my heart. And then Ana was in here earlier, and I, uh. Ended things."

Buck sits up straight at that. "You broke up with her? Why?"

"Because," Eddie says. "Because-"

Buck kisses him. They're only sitting inches away from each other, but it feels like Buck's bridged a gap. Reached across a mountainous valley and pulled Eddie over to the other side.

Buck's lips taste like salt, and Eddie realizes one of them must be crying but he isn't sure who. They're both smiling, even if there are tears, too. It's sort of the most perfect thing Eddie has ever experienced.

Buck kisses him, and it feels like everything has fallen into place.

Eddie doesn't want to pull away, but he does anyway. He was just shot, after all, and already he’s feeling dizzy. He imagines there will be plenty more kisses in their future, ones that don't take place in stiff hospital beds. He hopes so, anyway.

"I love you, you know," Eddie says when he catches his breath. He feels like he's fifteen and he's just kissed a girl outside of their school gymnasium. He already wants to kiss Buck again.

Buck grins. "God, I love you too. But, Eds, please do me a favor."

"Yeah?”

"Try not to get shot again."

#HERE IT IS BABES #ROUGH BUT I HAD TO GET IT OUT #was i too nice to ana here?#maybe #but she’s pretty #911 #buddie #buck x eddie #evan buckley #eddie diaz #ana flores

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maticide666 · 3 years

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my eurovision top 39 songs (finally)

anyway i finally got my top 39 completed. under a read more because it can get kinda long with the commentary i added klfdja;sflk (and by that i mean VERY long, maybe a wall of text if i have a lot to say about the song.)

none of this takes rehearsals into account.

basically, 39-37 i don't like, 36-35 are meh, 34-25 are decent, 24-18 are good, 17-12 i enjoy listening to a lot, 11-4 i love, and I would pay for votes for top 3 if i could.

39. Azerbaijan - Efendi - Mata Hari - Honestly, I kinda want to like this song. The instrumentation is nice, especially with the Azeri instruments. Efendi's vocals are ok during the verses. However, her vocals during the MA-MA-MA-MATA HARI part makes this song utterly unlistenable for me. It is just so distracting and ear-grating. Not great for my sensitive ears. And that is without taking anything else into account.

38. Estonia - Uku Suviste - The Lucky One - For some reason reminds me of a boring modern country song. Bland af. At least the melody of the chorus is nice.

37. Cyprus - Elena Tsagrinou - El Diablo - Discount Lady Gaga at the best points of this song. Feels like three songs at once. Also, the lyrics seem like they just went all "What Spanish-sounding words sound spicy? Taco? Tamale? Mamacita?" As a Spanish speaker and as someone of Mexican descent who enjoys those foods, this annoys the living shit out of me. At least I can make El Diablo/Fallen Angel memes out of this. (Honestly, I don't mind the gratuitous Spanish with the words El Diablo.) Also, this song got real old real quick.

36. Slovenia - Ana Soklič - Amen - The gospel vibe is nice, but there is just too much Christianity in it for me to enjoy this song. Sorry, Ana.

35. Moldova - Natalia Gordienko - Sugar - Sounds like a sugary version of Siren Song by MARUV. Kinda boring, but enjoyable in the right circumstances.

34. Georgia - Tornike Kipiani - You - Good to listen to when mind feels blank. At first I kinda liked this song, but nowadays this song has lost its charm. This won't sound out of place alongside boring 70s slow classic rock songs.

33. Austria - Vincent Bueno - Amen - Not something I would listen to regularly, but still nice. For me, easily the biggest downgrade from 2020.

32. Greece - Stefania - Last Dance - Pleasant to listen to, not much else.

31. Portugal - The Black Mamba - Love Is On My Side - Good song, but not my cup of tea. Unfortunately, some great songs have to be near the bottom of my ranking.

30. Germany - Jendrik - I Don't Feel Hate - A fun song to listen to. The novelty wears off after a while. The feel good vibes and ukulele are nice.

29. Israel - Eden Alene - Set Me Free - the song release version was bland and boring, but the revamp. Now THAT is good stuff. The song doesn't seem so empty anymore. I miss the key change from the original, though.

28. Spain - Blas Cantó - Voy A Quedarme - A very emotional and beautiful song from Spain. Again, not usually my cup of tea. However, the melody somehow gives me a nostalgic vibe.

27. North Macedonia - Vasil - Here I Stand - DAMN Vasil has a lovely voice. Nice that he's showing it off here. Too slow of a song for me to enjoy regularly, though.

26. Albania - Anxhela Peristeri - Karma - I don't have much to say other than this song is nice.

25. Bulgaria - VICTORIA - Growing Up Is Getting Old - Pleasant to listen to, but depending on my mood I think this is a beautiful song but not my cup of tea or a complete snoozefest.

24. Serbia - Hurricane - Loco Loco - Fun song, but it feels like something is lacking, and I can't quite put my finger on it.

23. San Marino - Senhit - Adrenalina - Once the initial hype from Flo Rida being on the song died down, this became another typical Eurovision bop.

22. Sweden - Tusse - Voices - At first I thought the song was completely unremarkable and couldn't understand how this won Melodifestivalen. Nowadays it's a nice song to chill to. I gotta respect a perfect televote score from the national final.

21. Ireland - Lesley Roy - MAPS - nice.

20. Croatia - Albina - Tick Tock - Grew on me slightly. Shoutout for including a verse in Croatian.

19. Switzerland - Gjon's Tears - Tout l'Univers - Another grower for me. Doesn't hit as hard as his song from last year, but I dig it.

18. France - Barbara Pravi - Voilà - Lovely chanson right here. I wish it didn't take forever to pick up, though. I was about to completely give up on this song in the middle of my first listen. I'm glad I didn't.

17. Belgium - Hooverphonic - The Wrong Place - Classy. Not much else to say.

16. Ukraine - Go-A - Shum - I'd definitely go rave to this song. I kept finding this song hard to rank due to the white voice. I couldn't decide if I absolutely adored it or if I found it grating. Maybe I just wasn't feeling well when I first thought about it.

15. Lithuania - The Roop - Discoteque - Lots of fun, doesn't have the charm that On Fire had last year. I would dance to this song.

14. Poland - RAFAŁ - The Ride - I actually kinda like this song???? Even with Rafal's vocals??? I know he has political controversies, but I can't help but think this song is nice. A better, less controversial singer would benefit this song, though. I'm not counting the revamp just yet since it was released too recently.

13. Latvia - Samanta Tīna - The Moon Is Rising - This song gives me nostalgic mid to late 2000s hip hop vibes. The guitars in this song are lovely.

12. Romania - ROXEN - Amnesia - Definitely something that can put me in a trance if I'm in the right mood.

11. Czechia - Benny Cristo - omaga - Nice, catchy, I would dance to this.

10. Malta - Destiny - Je Me Casse - Damn, Destiny has a lovely voice! And the song itself is wonderful. I'm not a fan of the amount of Swedish talent being used instead of Maltese talent, but I really do enjoy listening to this.

9. Denmark - Fyr og Flamme - Øve Os På Hinanden - another really fun song! This really grew on me. Nowadays if I want to listen to a Eurovision song, this is one of the first songs I think of.

8. The Netherlands - Jeangu Macrooy - Birth of a New Age - I can vibe with this. You can hear the passion in this song. I wish I could let my body do the talking right now, but y'all can't see that with just a tumblr text post.

7. Russia - Manizha - Russian Woman - I was NOT expecting this to come out of Russia when it won the national final. I wasn't expecting to like this either. The message is great, the instrumental is great, everything about this is brilliant.

6. United Kingdom - James Newman - Embers - A funky song. I LOVE James's voice. Massive upgrade from last year in my opinion. I'm a sucker for brass in an upbeat song. Unfortunately, I have had the staging kinda spoiled and I am VERY skeptical about this coming out of bottom five. I'm done with the BBC.

5. Australia - Montaigne - Technicolour - There is a Lot happening in this song and I am all in for it. I'm kinda terrible at parsing lyrics, but it's a non-issue when I can follow Montaigne's voice and forget about the lyrics. Ironically enough, it's Montaigne's voice that also worries me this Eurovision season - mostly whether she was able to pull off her live on tape performance off.

4. Iceland - Daði og Gagnamagnið - 10 Years - I didn't think Daði could pull it off against this year, but he did it. I like this just a little more than Think About Things, which was my favorite song last year. I'm still a little gutted that this pandemic robbed him of a probable victory, but I've made peace with it. I still need to learn the dance moves, though.

3. Italy - Måneskin - Zitti E Buoni - FUCK YEAH A KICKASS ROCK SONG IN EUROVISION! This song gave me massive rock en español vibes on my fist listen, and honestly this is something I would bang my head to if I had the same body I did when I was 15.

2. Norway - TIX - Fallen Angel - I was not expecting to like this song much, let alone becoming THIS obsessed with TIX. In fact, he wasn't even on my radar for winning MGP. I listened to Ut Av Mørket for the first time and thought something like 'this is boring af, but at least it's in Norwegian'. And then he changed it to English, which I wasn't a fan of at first. And then one day the lyrics clicked - especially with my own struggles with mental illness. To this day this is one of only two Eurovision songs to actually make me cry. Even now he still isn't my MGP winner (that honor goes to JORN), but he has definitely won my heart.

1. Finland - Blind Channel - Dark Side - To say that this song kicks ass would be an understatement for me. This song has just the right mix of rock, pop, and even metal. Ever since I found out that this song would be in the national final, I knew that it would be my favorite this whole Eurovision season regardless of who won UMK. Yes, my jaw dropped when I saw the lead Blind Channel had in UMK. I literally cancelled my plans to watch the MGP final live because of these guys. I am not disappointed. Even Måneskin couldn't bring these guys down in my ranking. And while the lyrics might be a bit iffy, they did get me through rough times. I hope these guys are able to bring rock music back like they want to. But for now, I will give them my (useless tbh) douze points.

#eurovision #esc #this post took me two days #and even longer to actually rank everything #mostly because half the time i couldn't decide which song i liked more #so something gerbear's sorter couldn't help with #i'm tired rn #of course my top 3 is predictable

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intermundia · 3 years

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@sonderwalker thank you so much for the tag :)

1. Why did you choose your url? i was a pretentious baby classicist studying epicurean philosophy and i'm pretty sure the greek equivalent term metakosmia was taken by another blog so i was like fuck it i'll use the latin term. and it hasn't changed since

2. Any side blogs? ya ya ya i do have farm-tm for video/pictures from my farm. i need to update it more

3. How long have you been on tumblr? oh god. well i had a tumblr from 2009-2012, had a mental breakdown, deleted, and then remade my current blog apparently in april of 2013. i remember when they introduced tumblarity, if you want to know how ancient i am lol

4. Do you have a queue tag? ha ha ha ha ha no

5. Why did you start your blog? it was a very long time ago, very very long. i know i have always reblogged a combination of aesthetic posts and fandom things, but i also do know that i used tumblr for thinspo and learned how to have an ed from pro ana blogs, which was a large part of why i deleted

6. Why did you choose your icon/pfp? i saw a fanart of anakin and obi-wan in the style of this famous art of achilles bandaging patroclus, and it was hugely inspirational in getting me to start writing. so using this icon is a combo of obikin + classics, plus patroclus has his whole dick out which is amusing to me

7. Why did you choose your header? @ms-gallows drew this incredible and perfect art of obi-wan clutching anakin with a black background, saying dialogue that i had already planned for ch.22 of LT, and it blew my mind. it's literally an illustration of the climax of my novel hahah i'm so grateful she lets me use it

8. What post of yours has the most notes? oh god it's probably the 'anakin anakin anakin' video

9. How many mutuals do you have? how tf are we supposed to check this hahahah

10. How many followers do you have? so many bots oh my god

11. How many blogs do you follow? more than 500 i think but this blog is from 2013 and i am pretty sure most are inactive

12. Have you ever made a shit post? arguable

13. How often do you use Tumblr a day? i mean i always be on that phone

14. Did you ever have a fight/argument with another blog? eeeeeeh yeah. one time i got mad about an ableist post that was in the obi-wan kenobi tag and the algo kept showing it to me and i had the poor judgement to start something. that's the only time i've instigated, apparently there are some folks out there who find my interests and hobbies immoral and problematic, but i try to ignore that stuff and move on

15. How do you feel about ‘you need to reblog’ posts? if this about those posts that say you have to reblog or you're a terrible person for not caring about x horrific world event or y social justice cause, i don't like them because.. i come to tumblr for fandom and to escape reality, i get my news elsewhere lol and don't like emotional manipulations if this is about those posts that say you have to reblog not just like art or content creators will stop creating i support it because reblogs are essential for supporting content creators, people shouldn't be passive content consumers on this site, it's not instagram u kno?

16. Do you like tag games? i do, i just have the memory of a goldfish and always mean to come back and do them and just forget lol. i love being tagged!! i guess i don't like when posts get incredibly long on my dash though, so i prefer it when people don't add on to superrr long posts but make their own.

17. Do you like ask games? i doooooo, again with the memory of a goldfish and just the lack of time but if i ask for asks it makes me so so so happy when people indulge me hahah

18. Which of your mutuals do you think is Tumblr famous? this is one of those 'before pandemic i was a prequel fan who nobody followed bc i didn't create or participate in fandom yet' and then when i started sharing work, many of them followed me back which made me go 🤯 and realize that fandom is actually a community of friends, not content creators/audience, you know?

19. Do you have a crush on a mutual? i mean “crush” is strong but i absolutely do get extra excited when a couple different people interact with my content who has not been tagged in this? i always feel like i am the last person to getting around to doing it. open invite to anyone who wants to and tag me if you do so I can read it 😊

#tag games #yes im procrastinating on a thing i do for fun #namely writing #hobby.. hard #tw: ed mention #long post

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ameliathefatcat · 3 years

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Day 3: Rafictor Growing old together

I don’t own EoA

Cross posted from FanFiction.Net

On their twelfth anniversary Rafa and Victor reflect about their seven grandchildren on their almost surprise party.(this story takes place about fifteen years after the series ended)

“Buenos dias mi amor,” Victor whispered sleepily to his wife of now twelve years, kissing her on the forehead.

“Good morning,” Rafa whispered back. They smiled at each other, twelve years of marriage. And now with seven grandchildren, Miguel Raul, Mariana Sofia “Ana” and baby Francisco Alacazar “Frankie” from Mateo and Elena and Eric Victor, Graciana Camila “Graci”, Athena Marisa, and Sebastian Rafael “Sebbie” from Carla and Marzel. They love their children and grandchildren and every moment they spend as familia.

“Abuelo, Abuela,” a little voice yelled running into the bedroom.

Victor and Rafa looked to see four-year-old Athena the older of Carla’s and Marzel’s younger set of twins.

“Happy anmiversary,” she yelled jumping on the bed. Victor grabbed the part sirena princess, ran a hand through her purple hair and started to tickle her.

“Why are you here?” Victor asked in a mock serious voice.

“I’m not telling you,” Athena giggled.

“I guess I have to tickle it out of you,” Victor joked tickling Athena even more. Rafa smiled knowing that Carla, Marzel and their children were visiting, and most likely Mateo, Elena and their children were over too.

“Athena, you can’t escape from the tickle monster,” Victor laughed, Rafa giggled. Their youngest granddaughter could never keep a secret and was extremely ticklish.

“Athena, let me and Abuela get dress,” Victor laughed putting Athena on the floor. Athena giggled skipping out of the bedroom.

After getting dress Rafa and Victor walked into the sitting room to see four-year-old Sebbie putting up some decorations on fourteen-year-old Miguel’s shoulders. Sweet little Sebbie, Carla and Marzel’s youngest child, Athena’s twin brother and Rafa’s little cuddle bug. Meanwhile Miguel the oldest grandchild, crown prince of Avalor and trouble maker.

“Abuela,” Sebbie cheered nearly turning around and almost falling off of his cousin’s shoulders. Miguel caught his little cousin and put him down. Sebbie ran to Rafa, she picked up her little cuddle bug.

“Abuela, happy anmiversary,” he said hugging his grandmother.

“Mami, happy anniversary.”

Rafa felt a hand on her shoulder and she turned around to see Mateo.

“Thank you mijo,” Rafa said hugging her son with her free arm. Mateo hugged her back.

“No problem, Carla, the big kids and I have been planning this for a few weeks. She is in the kitchen cooking with Eric, Marzel went to pick up the cake with Ana and Graci and Elena is feeding Frankie in my old room.”

Rafa looked at Mateo, now thirty-five and a father of three, he has grown up so much, but she could still see bits of her little boy.

“Mi amor, I see you found your cuddle bug,” Victor joked walking up to his wife. Rafa looked down to see Athena on his leg.

“Rafa, tell me again how did we get so lucky?” Victor asked kissing her on the lips. Athena and Sebbie made a little noise in disgust. Victor picked up Athena and laughed.

“You are the cutest four year old princess in the Everrealm,” he laughed tickling Athena.

“Papa, we are not giving you anymore grandchildren. I’m not getting pregnant with twins for a third time,” Carla joked coming from the kitchen. Victor chuckled as Elena with baby Frankie walked into the sitting room.

“Wanting more grandchildren?” Elena asked.

“No, seven beautiful grandchildren are enough, but more will always be great.”

Elena, Mateo and Carla laughed.

“Ana, it feels like we are the only ones that are not idiots. Look what Robby did the bakery.”

“Of course Robby Nunez tried to play olaball inside of his abeulos’ bakery, River isn’t much smarter.”

“Yeah, Graci between them and Eric I don’t know who is much more of an idiot.”

“Plus including Miguel there are so many idiots.”

Marzel walked into the house holding a cake box follow by ten-year-olds Ana and Graci.

“Got the cake, Ana, Graci don’t call people idiots.” Marzel said putting the cake on the coffee table.

“Can we start the fiesta now?” Miguel asked.

“Yes, niños, it’s time to sing to your abuelos,” Mateo said.

“Ok, Tío Mateo, can Ana and I play are song?” Graci asked.

“Umm, ok,” Mateo said as Ana got her guitardion. Graci got a tamborita.

“Graci, no tamborita,” Carla said taking the tamborita from her daughter.

“Why?”

“Graciana, what is the rule about tamboritas?” Carla asked.

“No using tamboritas unless I have permission from you or Tío Mateo, or Tía Olivia or Abuelo,” Graci muffled.

“Ok,than.”

Victor laughed and put his arm around his wife.

“Twelve years ago today we were married, Miguel was are ring bearer, it was small but perfect. Now twelve years, one son-in-law and six more grandchildren later our lives are more than perfect,” Victor whispered kissing Rafa on the lips.

“Si, mi amor. I don’t know how life can’t be any better,” Rafa whispered back smiling.

“Miguel, you’re an idiot,” Ana yelled as Miguel used a tamborita to set off some fireworks.

“Ana, it’s a indoor firework spell.”

“Mariana don’t call your brother an idiot. Miguel tamborita rule,” Elena chastised.

“Maybe if the grandchildren where not always fighting and behaved?” Victor asked in a whispered. Rafa blushed kissing her husband again.

“Maybe, mi amor,” Rafa whispered kissing him.

#elena of avalor #rafictor #rafa de alva #Victor Delgado #eoa ship appreciation week 2021 #eoa ship appreciation week #ship appreciation week #my fanfiction

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oh-no-whoopsie · 3 years

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reasons I love kip!! (aka @ghostsingold)

(making this post bc they deserve all the love and my meds have kicked in so im able to be productive today. thanks long-acting adderall!!)

kip I love you for so many reasons and as I fill out college applications im gonna list them out <3 no special occasion its just! you make me happy and I wanted to share that with you and since I have a teeny blog no one will see this but you <3

1.) this response to a post I made on my old blog. it was one of my first positive interactions on Tumblr and this tiny piece of writing made that entire week easier. it was a tiny start to a friendship and it was also a stranger caring for me, which at that time I didn’t think was possible.

2.) every single time that they have been a part of the Brown Eye Stan Club and hyped up brown eyes,,,,dude I can’t you’ve been such a big part of the journey to accept my brown eyes. it means so much to me that you just? say it!! you’re proud of the fact you love brown eyes! hell yeah dude! thank you!

3a.) for sending me songs that remind you of me??? to have someone think of me?? MY HEART?? I- I can’t express how much it means to me I just,, hnnhhh you even made me a fucking playlist (which I listen to CONSTANTLY) (here is the playlist ) just. dude. I love you

4.) one of those songs is Glitter & Gloss by Skott and

a) this song makes me feel like a fucking badass

b) made me feel so appreciated and loved because it was the first time someone had said “this song reminds me of you!”

c). when I was stalking your blog trying to find my old posts I found this post about that song and?? sunbeams through Spanish moss? trees? pretty?? is this how you see me?? im in love????? also this ask I sent you where you describe your love for the sun <3 the implication that I am even a little bit like the sun to you makes me wanna cry happiness

5.) Your taste in music is SUPERB. IMPECCABLE. A DELIGHT.

6.) Someday I will have the strength to do naniwrimo with you and that will be a glorious month (and next September we should be able to be writing buddies!!!!! because now I have meds for attention span so I can write again >:) )

7.) A long time ago (old blog) I asked for people to give me nicknames because I never got cute nicknames and because I could only ever insult myself. for the longest time I forgot what you said but I remembered!!!! it was birdie!!

a). even though now most people call me doe cuz of bumblebee, you were the first person to reply to that post and just because milk suggested fawn/doe and it stuck doesn’t mean I love birdie any less

b.) it means a lot that you suggested it in the first place and while I was finding links for this post I came across this ask where you call me birdie :> p.s. you still mean a lot to me and I hope you’re okay <3

8.) every single time you sent me a picture of a frog :),, also that one post about taking fake shots of water still sends me but I can’t find it to link it,, and also everything you listed on this post including the fact that it is inspired by my post

9.) when you agreed to talk to people for me when I was panicking thinking they were going to die but had to go to sleep. that means so much that you would take that role on and dude I am so so sorry I ever asked that of you.

10). you made me find magic in the sunlight and not just the moonlight, you helped me find that balance and accept that piece of me and it sounds stupid but its really important ok also im just gonna say it: your voice is perfection it is comfort it is warm and all things good in this world. ive only heard you speak like twice but I could listen to you for the rest of my life

11.) sometimes you send me posts that r like “thinking of you!!” and THEY MAKE MY DAY omfg

12.) when you drew me!!!

a.) bc holy shit you are an amazing artist if you let me I want to post that drawing of me on my blog

b.) I was supposed to draw you in return I am sorry I did not,, I still plan on doing it tho

c.) we drew ourselves as fairies and that was pretty fun

d.) you made me see beauty in myself I-

13.) for never once encouraging my ed or bad habits. you were ready to call me tf out and I appreciate that so much dude? you were never subtley pro you also seem ready to stab anyone who opposes you. hell you post callouts against pr0-ana shit and m**nspo and f*tspo and photoshop and all of it. I admire you so much

14.) for letting me ramble on about hermes and offerings and spirituality!

15.) for lighting a candle for Catherine and talking with me that night

(I have the entire conversation copied into a google doc on my phone because it needed to be saved. the things you said are beautiful. it is so touching and breathtaking and if I could hug you I would and I promise not to forget if you won’t forget. )

16.) holy shit dude P O E T R Y, both for being so good at it and for reading mine.

17.) helping validate my arospec questioning and enby questioning,,, it was actually through your blog that I realized oh shit! I might be aro!! and having someone to talk about gender issues and arospec stuff is SO AMAZING and I love you <3 and thank you for talking with me and for helping me and for validating me

18) validating my anger!! or at least helping to do so! you point out when things are unfair! you genuinely want my life to improve! you helped me realize some of my friends are shitty! you helped me accept things!

19.) I love your vibes. I can’t say this enough but somehow you are just so wonderful to me,,, you are amazing I can’t describe it. you are ethereal and terrific and your features could be anywhere from beautiful to cryptic to solid to handsome but I promise you that there is something unique about you. a bit of mystery and magic left over from the days when fairytales were real. you have all the power of the sun and light and fire in both the life giving and the destructive aspects. you are so perfect and wonderful thank you

20.) because you told me “you do not deserve to be traumatized” and in all honesty that slapped me into reality. if i still had my old Tumblr I probably would’ve screenshotted it so I could get the exact quote but I do not know how to make you understand How Much That Helped me

all in all,,,, I must end the list here because I need to go be productive. alas.there is more I didn’t even BEGIN to mention,,, but kip, you are my rae of sunshine. someday we are going to go be cryptic authors in Scotland who disappear into the woods, perhaps to hunt with the faeries, perhaps no, who knows. we will become part of the local lore,, independent and happy and spooky.

I love you so much! also sorry I went through your archive to find all this,,,, to be fair I already did it once to find my posts <3

I would never say that just one person “saved me”. thats too big of a responsibility to share. but kip, you helped save me, in ways I can’t explain, from myself and from death and from an abyss of numbness. you saved me from a thousand tiny deaths and gave me a thousand new pieces of life and I would not be the person I am today without you. I love and appreciate you so much and you bring me sunlight and joy and peace and connection. you are a true friend to me. thank you for being here. you deserve the world and so much more.

#i luv u kip #tw disordered eating #do not think I am a stalker I just really want you to feel appreciated atm #I love you!!!! with all of my being I love you!#and I want to be there for you like you are there for me

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anyrchyangel · 3 years

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MDZS fanfic sensitivity beta

Hi~ I’m Ana

I’m,,,very bad at Tumblr >.< but I am writing a fic in the mdzs fandom and would really love a sensitivity beta to look over some of my canon references and use of Chinese terms. I’m very new to the wuxia/Xianxia genre and I don’t want to accidentally say or use a term that offends or misrepresents the genre.

Beta-ing is hard work and I’d never expect anyone to sign up to beta without having first peeked at what they’d be working on, so I’ve placed the first chapter of my fic down below.

Some disclaimers/primers: this fic is a crossover between Kimi no na wa/Your Name and mdzs--you don't have to have seen Your Name to follow along, but it wouldn’t hurt to know the plot I am ripping off >.< It includes body swapping and a major character death (if we count wwx dying and coming back to life as mo xuanyu as actually dying...) and for some reason, I have made everyone witches...yeah. Sorry >.< WangXian is the main (and kind of only) ship! Rated T solely because I am incapable of not cussing. I don't plan on writing any smut or explicit scenes for this series <,< (...for now.)

Anyways, here's chapter one of the series. Please let me know if you’d be interested in beta-ing for me! I really want to polish this fic before posting it on ao3 or anything >.<

he who swallowed a falling star

chapter one [everything must have a beginning]

Mornings have never once been Wei Wuxian’s friend. He hates mornings—he hates the sharp light of dawn and the cacophony of noise that comes with the world waking. He much prefers the night, the quiet and stillness, the ambience and mystery. There’s no mystery in the mornings—there’s only groggy musings as one cracks open their eyes to the stinging light of day and wipes away crust from their lashes. His body always violently protests to waking—sleep is so precious! It’s calming and good and nice and to be forced awake is among the greatest tragedies of mankind.

Except…except this morning he doesn’t feel like groaning and burying his head into his pillow. This time, his body actually feels sort of…good? That can’t be right. No one feels good in the mornings; the only ones who do are sociopaths and masochists.

And yet as he stretches awake with a yawn, his limbs feel light and his mind feels rested. So much so that his surroundings are immediately clear.

He has absolutely no idea where in the world he is.

He’s in a bed, at least that much is clear—a very soft bed with sheets that smell like sandalwood and covers with textured silk. Exquisite fabric, he’d never so much as been allowed to touch something so expensive before—he has a knack for putting stains where formerly there were none, so all of his own clothes and sheets are of durable fabrics. Stains add character! There’s a story behind every stain…not always an exhilarating story but a tale, nonetheless.

The room in which the bed he is resting on is absurdly clean. So clean as to seem clinical, or maybe decorative, as if he’d stumbled into a dollhouse meant for display purposes only. It’s lovely, a pretty screen separating the bed from the sitting area, decorated with an elegant painting of mountains bathed in mist. The furniture is expensive and luxurious and just looking at how nicely it’s all been cared for makes Wei Wuxian break out into hives. What even is the point of owning furniture if you’re not going to use it?

He taps his chin and tries to remember the night before. Just how much liquor had he drunk to find himself warming someone else’s bed? Had he even been drinking last night? Shit…maybe he should take shijie’s advice and cut back a bit. His eyes wander to the finger tapping away and he pauses because…well that really doesn’t look like his finger. Or his hand. Or his arm.

He scrambles to the nearest reflective surface—a basin of water in a porcelain bowl that’s probably more expensive than everything he owns combined. The face that looks back at him is…breathtakingly beautiful. Skin the color of white jade, softer than the inner petals of a peony, silky midnight hair draped down broad shoulders to rest at the small of his back, and bright golden eyes somewhere between the shade of the sun as it reflects on ice and wheat dancing in a breeze upon a gilded field.

It’s so beautiful that it narrows down the theories currently running through his head down to two: A) he has died and (mistakenly) ascended to heaven to live the rest of eternity as the most beautiful angel to have ever existed, or B) he’s dreaming. B) seems more likely, especially since the likelihood of Wei Wuxian going to heaven is probably somewhere in the negatives. Plus, witches don’t go to heaven…or technically even believe in heaven. Not to say that there isn’t an afterlife but—he’s rambling. His mind is whirring with so many thoughts that even he can’t keep up with them all.

“Huh.” Oh this man’s voice is so deep and rich that Wei Wuxian’s spine tingles at the sound. “Shit, even his voice is beautiful.”

He hums a few nonsensical notes just to listen to the different octaves; a deep voice, but a melodic one. He wonders if this person is a singer—he certainly has a lovely voice for singing. His eyes wander around the room, searching for…well he’s not really sure. His own body, perhaps? Proof that this is a dream? Or maybe signs of spellwork gone incredibly wrong. It wouldn’t be the first time one of his experimental enchantments went awry.

He starts rummaging through drawers and opening doors, hoping to learn more about the person whose body he now possesses. The handsome stranger is astoundingly boring. Not a speck of dust anywhere or a book out of place—even the poetry on this person’s shelf is…bland, at best. He tosses open the closet, hoping for literal or figurative skeletons. Someone this perfect can’t possibly exist in real life. Maybe instead of a dream this is a hallucination—Wei Wuxian has trouble believing that his active mind would conjure someone so dull but, well even he has off days. Or nights, he supposes. Is it night where he’s dreaming? Doubtful, given his sleep schedule but—he’s rambling again.

Within the closet hangs a full-length mirror, and he pauses in his rummaging to admire the body of the most boring person he’s…well they haven’t technically met, have they?

He’s even more beautiful in the crystal-clear reflection, tall and toned with arms that should be illegal. Wei Wuxian grins and quickly strips off his outer robes (so white that they remind him of mourning robes. He gets distracted when he imagines the scene he must have made whilst asleep—so ethereal and white and pure); the image that greets him is ridiculous. Abs that could cut steel on skin the color of flawless white porcelain, not a blemish in sight. His fingers dance across the muscle, laughter bubbling out of him. Oh what a sound—this gege really is perfection given flesh, isn’t he?

He smiles at his reflection and conjures as many funny faces as he can come up with. Well if he’s stuck in an angel’s body, he might as well have some fun, shouldn’t he?

Wei Wuxian bounds across the halls, chased by the knowledge that he is most definitely late for breakfast. Dawn has already segued into late morning, and if he wants any sort of meal before lessons, he will have to sprout wings and fly across the residence—an idea he’d actually toyed with before, but enchantments that alter the flesh are too finicky and he quite likes keeping all his fingers and toes.

He mentally prepares himself to face the routine “How could you have slept in so late!?” from Jiang Cheng and the “A-Xian, are you not sleeping well?” from Yanli and the knowing smile from Jiang Fengmian, matched only by the scathing glare from Madam Yu that has accompanied every breakfast he can remember having at Lotus Pier. To which he will smirk and tease Jiang Cheng, complain and pout to Yanli, return Jiang Fengmian’s smile and cautiously avoid Madam Yu’s gaze.

Wei Wuxian loves his morning routine, even if it doesn’t technically count as having happened in the morning.

“How do you always manage to sleep in so late!?”

Ah, Jiang Cheng is so predictable—Wei Wuxian loves that about him.

“I was having the best dream!” He responds as he flops onto his mat at the table, shoveling food into mouth as fast as he can pour extra chili sauce onto everything.

“Oh? What about?” Jiang Fengmian’s smile is no less endearing for being as predictable as Jiang Cheng’s anger—perhaps even more so because of it.

“Hmmm,” he pauses in stuffing his face to try and remember his dreams, but the haze of sleep has yet to lift, “huh—I can’t actually remember?”

“How do you know it was a good dream if you can’t even remember it?” Jiang Cheng’s sneering makes him smile, bits of rice on display for his favorite (and only) brother.

“I don’t have to remember every detail to know that it was a good dream!”

It’s true—although he can’t remember anything of what he’d dreamt, the feeling of joy lingers, even as the fog of sleep lifts under the light of day.

“Here, A-Xian, have some lotus seeds. I saved some for you.”

He gulps down some tea to clear the sticky rice from his teeth and perches at Yanli’s elbow with his lips parted, her eyes crinkling into adorable crescents as she pops a lotus seed into his mouth.

“A-Li.” Even on the best of days, Madam Yu’s tone could strip paint from the walls, varnish from the wood within the halls; it was like listening to the crack of a whip, or the rumbling of thunder. Yanli wilts under her strict gaze, eyes dropping to the hands she folds in her lap.

“I am glad to see you back to yourself, A-Ying.” (I’m not sure this is a good way for jfm to address wwx—in the original text he never actually says wwx’s name, but he does call jc A-Cheng; I want to show here that jfm favors wwx) Jiang Fengmian’s tone is the opposite of Madam Yu’s; soft where hers is harsh, calm where hers is agitated. The difference between them is jarring—like the crack of lightning meeting the quiet currents of a flowing river.

“Yes, how very fortunate we are to see you returning to your ways.” Another crack of lightning, this one closer to the babbling brook that is Uncle Jiang, the waters left disrupted and discordant.

“Wait, what?” Wei Wuxian has never feared the thunder, nor the storm.

“You went psycho yesterday and woke at dawn. You even cooked breakfast, but it was bland as shit. It was honestly the most disgusting thing I’ve ever eaten.”

Where Yanli wilts under Madam Yu’s glares, Jiang Cheng grows more uncertain, and uncertainty breeds anger within him. Except this anger is often a guise, smoke to the fire that is his worry. Wei Wuxian smiles at him, basking in the concern the same way a flower dances in the breeze.

“Aw, don’t sound too concerned Jiang Cheng.”

The way he snorts and rolls his eyes makes it easier for Wei Wuxian to gloss over the fact that he can’t really remember the day before. An odd gap in his memory, but he shrugs it off and sneaks more lotus seeds from Yanli, who hides a smile behind her hand as she passes him the morning paper.

“Did you see? The comet will be visible on the day of the banquet. Maybe we’ll see a falling star or two.”

“Hmm? Would shijie like falling stars? Maybe I’ll catch one and bottle it up, just for you.”

Her laughter is honey, her smile sunshine; perhaps he should bottle that instead, for use on rainy days or cold winters when the lotuses close their petals.

“A-Cheng, you have lessons to attend to. You do not have the luxury of falling behind.”

“Yes, mother.” The only time Jiang Cheng ever sounds subdued is in deference to Madam Yu, and the sound grates against Wei Wuxian’s ears.

“A-Xian, you should head off to lessons too. You don’t want to be late.” Yanli sneaks the last of the lotus seeds into his hand; he’s convinced she’s on a mission to fatten him up, to which he has zero complaints. If he could gorge on shijie’s lotus seeds for eternity, he would.

“Oh? From what I hear, Wei Wuxian’s time is better spent hunting pheasants and flying kites with the younger witchlings.”

What a nasty storm to deal with so early in the day. He doesn’t fear thunder, but nor does he seek rain.

“The kites were actually an enchantment I was testing out. I finally fixed the talisman to facilitate one’s qinggong[1] to the point of weightlessness. Those kites were—”

“You did what!?”

“There’s no need to shout, Jiang Cheng. The actual enchantment is pretty simple if you cast on the right night. I have a theory that the casting is a lot easier during a full moon, but I managed just fine when it was waning—”

“You—Wei Wuxian!” Jiang Cheng’s cheeks puff with indignation, his face as red as the chili sauce Wei Wuxian slathers on every meal.

“Yes, I’m here!” He answers with laughter, snickering and dodging as Jiang Cheng lunges for him, waving at Yanli as he darts out the room. He’d skip class if he didn’t want to write down another idea for an enchantment in his grimoire, of which he’s about forty percent sure is in his desk…or buried under his other inventions somewhere in his room. Or maybe he left it in the atrium when he was searching for a specific constellation?

Jiang Cheng chases him from the residence, out through the courtyards and down into the docks of Lotus Pier. He smiles and waves at the merchants, eyeing all the pastries and water chestnuts, winking at runny-nosed children from the nearby households. His heart feels both heavy and light—too full to dream of moving and yet so buoyant he might drift along with the next passing breeze.

The giant lake gleams under the light, lotuses dancing and swaying in the wind, the sound of home bustling around him. Wild magic whispers through the air, flows through the undercurrents of the lake, along the waterways for miles and miles until it reaches the ocean. An idea pops into his head to attempt to track the energy, map out the ley lines, but he catches the shadow of a pheasant nearby and pushes the thought down his list of priorities.

He smiles and dodges Jiang Cheng’s attempts to toss him into the lake, grappling each other into headlocks as they make their way towards the lecture halls. He sighs at the idea of another long, boring monologue in spellcraft theory, but the idea of enchanting a few papermen to dance behind the Adeptus keep his steps light. The witchlings always love a good show—perhaps he’ll put on his own little play for them. With the right paper, he might be able to craft a jade rabbit and play the story of Chang’e and Hou Yi. Maybe he could make them sing? A whistle from a witch is a powerful thing. Or he could tell the story of Ragnarok, the Twilight of the Gods—his head buzzes with ideas, excitement filling his veins at the prospect of researching more of the lost stories of old gods and immortals.

Endnotes:

[1] Qinggong (in most cultivation/wuxia novels) is the art of manipulating qi to walk on water or move across surfaces; it’s also a real technique in Chinese martial arts. Read about it here

If you got this far, thanks for reading! Even if you're not interested in beta-ing, I’d still love to hear feedback! I don’t normally post such long pieces on Tumblr, but I wasn't sure what else to do >.< I hope you liked it!

#MDZS #modao zushi #fanfic #beta #oh for the record I haven't watched CQL and this fic is based on the mxtx novel #wangxian #also the setting is Howl's Moving Castle (Ghibli not novel) so like modern...ish #with magic everywhere because why not ;A;#I think I started this fic to put wwx in a witch's hat...#6k words in and I haven't mentioned the hat QAQ

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Stages: Recovery

Stages: Intimate Friends: Pt.1: Recovery

ShadAmy (Friends to lovers SLOW BURN)

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Previous: https://another-sonic-blog.tumblr.com/post/190590212605/stages-close-friends-pt4-the-realization

Shadow wasn't doing good.

To Amy, that was more than obvious. She didn't think he was going to take the 'live with me' so seriously. Amy thought that he was going to stay only a couple of weeks until he found a better place to live.

This is Shadow we are talking about after all.

He wouldn't want to live in an old rusty building, and although Amy enjoyed very much his company, she was starting to get annoyed at him.

Annoyed at the fact that he was bringing in females to his dorm at night.

Amy knew that Shadow was hurting and badly and this was his way to cope with Maria leaving him.

Going out Chaos knows where and sleeping with as many girls as possible.

Amy wouldn't have minded at all at the beginning, Shadow was a male hedgehog after all and he had his needs like everyone.

However, this wasn't the beginning.

Amy liked Shadow way too much to see him going out with other girls. Jealousy will overtake her and made her avoid him at all costs.

She preferred to give a blind eye than to see Shadow with other girls simply because it pained her.

Amy laid in her bed, as she watched the moon from her window. It was 4 a.m. and she could hear giggles coming from the other room where Shadow resided.

Female giggles.

She didn't know why she was keeping up with this.

Oh yeah, it was because she loved him.

"Shadow, I don't want to intrude but, if you want to have fun with your friends, there's plenty of hotels out there." Amy added, "Please be considerate, I live here too and um ... I hear everything."

Amy was in Shadow's dorm, it wasn't anything like his apartment but it still had that wet soil smell to it. His room was clean and organized unlike hers.

She was expecting him to be embarrassed or at least show some type of shame but instead, she met calm eyes.

"I'll try my best." He said.

Amy sighed, she can't threaten him to kick him out of the Resistance. She just didn't have the heart nor the energy to deal with that.

She gave him a smile which he returned, feeling relieved that his friend seemed to have forgiven him.

"Anyways, where do you go every night?" Asked Amy, she was about to take a seat on his bed but decided not and with a disgusted look she moved to a dining chair.

"I go drinking to get drunk."

Shadow rolled his eyes in amusement as he watched Amy. Did she believe that he didn't wash his bedsheets?

"I thought you didn't like drinking alcohol."

"Well, I don't exactly drink alcohol."

Amy gave him a confused look, which Shadow enjoyed very much

"You can't get drunk if you don't drink alcohol," said Amy.

"Yes, you can."

"How?"

Shadow then pointed to a green large bottle. To Amy, it looked like a champagne or vodka bottle. But even so, it didn't make much sense to her. To her knowledge, Shadow couldn't get drunk even if he tried. His body would detoxify rapidly and the effect would last a few minutes.

She looked at him once more, intrigued and Shadow gave her a smirk.

Her heart skipped a bit, damn it, she was too into him.

"That is-"

A knock interrupted Shadow and he growled between his teeth. He already had an idea of who could it be.

Amy went towards the door and opened it as it reveled the blue bur.

"Hey, Ames. Ready to go to work?"

Amy smiled at him, "Yes, let's go!"

Shadow watched the couple from afar. He sighed, he took into notice that lately, whenever he had some free time with Amy, their time was always interrupted by Sonic.

He was always taking her to work. Shadow had told Amy that Sonic was unnecessary. He was more than capable to take her to work; or if she wanted, she could take his bike.

And even so, she rejected him. She preferred to go with Sonic and even if Shadow didn't want to admit it ... that kinda hurt him.

She was giving him too much attention and Shadow disliked that. He knew that as a friend, he shouldn't get angry at Amy for wanting to go out with other friends. He was fine when she went out with Rouge or Cream but when it was Sonic.

He felt threatened. He felt as if Sonic would take her away from him at any moment.

Shadow was insecure, insecure at the fact that maybe one day, for some reason the friendship he has with Amy will disappear. Just like Maria disappear from his life.

Amy waved him goodbye and she held Sonic's hand.

And Shadow felt that same feeling of insecurity overtake him.

More giggles.

Amy tried to cover her eyes with her pillow but it wasn't working. She could feel her face get warmer as the giggles stopped.

Now she could hear him. Soft breathing suddenly became heavier and gasp for airs became more frequent. Grunts and delicate moaning filled her room and-

Chaos, she couldn't take it anymore.

As if her prayers were heard, she felt her phone vibrating next to her. She didn't care who it was, she just needed a distraction. She answered her phone.

"Hey Ames, sorry to wake you up but can you look outside your window?"

Amy did instantly and she found Sonic on his phone waving at her.

"What are you doing here?"

Amy sighed, she was always happy to see him. He proved once again that he had perfect timing and that he was truly her hero.

Sonic smiled from down the building to Amy, "Do you want to go for a walk?"

"So, are you ever going to tell him that you lost your job because you fought Maria?"

The reason why Sonic always took Amy to 'work' was that she didn't have one. Amy was hiding from Shadow the fact that she was fired from her job. She kindly asked Sonic to pretend to take her to work, but instead, he would take her to different job interviews.

However, rumors spread quickly and Amy was soon banned from working at other restaurants or shops. She was labeled as a 'troublemaker.'

"I don't think so, Shadow has already too much to think about," Amy said.

"Yeah, because fucking every day takes a lot of thinking," Sonic replied, anger showed in his voice.

"Sonic!"

"What? It's true!"

Although Sonic was happy that Amy tells him everything, he was angered that Shadow wasn't aware of all the things Amy was going through because of him.

But enough of that, he only cared about giving Amy some proper sleep.

He could tell that she wasn't getting enough sleep. He didn't want to tell her but he knew that Shadow's hookups must keep her awake at night.

Sonic placed his arm around her as they arrived at Sonic's apartment. Since he was staying for some time in the city, he decided that having a place of his own would be better than to disrupt the privacy of his two-tailed best friend.

"Thank you for letting me stay tonight at your place," said Amy, she was carrying a white bag which had clothes and utilities she needed for the night.

Sonic gave her a small pat on her back, "No problem, let's get this sleepover started."

Shadow opened his eyes and found a red cat girl on his bed, next to him.

What was her name? Jessica? Emma? Ana?

Not like he cares, she would leave as soon as she wakes up.

Shadow stood up from his bed and picked up a box of cigarettes that were on his dining table. He walked to the door and closed it behind him pretty loudly as if he wanted to wake the female that was in his room.

He hated heights, but still decided to smoke at the rooftop on the Resistance. Lately, he was finding himself doing things he didn't like to do.

As he reached the rooftop, he took a lighter out of his jacket's pocket and tuned on his cigarette. He took a breath out of it and exhale it. He actually liked the smell of the cigarette and he enjoyed doing it.

Shadow looked at the sunrise, he never thought he would come back to this place. Less, that he would become very close friends with the pink hedgehog.

He instantly smiled at the thought of the pink one. Amy's laugh and smile resonated in his head.

A sense of guilt overtook him as he remembered her request.

Amy was always there for him and this is how he pays her? By bringing uninvited guests to her house?

He tried, but he couldn't stop.

Shadow's heart still ached whenever he thought about Maria. He had no other scape, Shadow couldn't get drunk, he couldn't get addicted to drugs or cigarettes and for sure none of the things brought him any pleasure but sex.

His heart was always aching, he tried many things but the only thing that seemed to satisfy his broken heart for a couple of hours was intimacy.

For the moments he shares with other females were his only distraction and pain reliever.

But also, there was Amy. Probably the only one who could put his heart at ease and the only one who steals him a smile from time to time.

But even she was slowly separating from him.

And the more she went away, the more Shadow wanted to look for someone to do the intimacy he was craving.

Shadow finished his cigarette and turned it off properly before going back inside the building. It was a chilly morning and he was planning to go to Amy's room just to make sure she had enough blankets.

And if he was lucky, maybe he could sleep next to her like the time they did before.

Shadow arrived at her door and knocked several times. It was a Saturday and it was her free day, maybe she was just very asleep.

He knocked at again, but once again no response.

He began to think that maybe she was angry at him for bringing in another female to his room.

He knocked loudly this time and when he didn't get a response, he decided to enter her room.

Her room was messy, which didn't surprise Shadow at the minimum. Most of the days her room was like this but Saturday morning she would wake up early to clean. He thought he would find Amy doing some cleaning of the sort but instead he found an empty room.

It was 7:45 a.m. and in Shadow's knowledge, Amy was a heavy sleeper. She should be here, sleeping or cleaning. He walked towards her restroom, hoping that she would be there but nothing. He checked the small kitchen but nothing again.

He checked on the entirety of the Resistance building ... and nothing.

Shadow went back to her room as the same feeling began to overtake him. It was that same feeling he felt when Maria left him.

He sat on her bed as he touched his pounding heart, a bit of comfort came to him when he smelled her scent coming off her bedsheets.

But even that couldn't make him stop feeling this way.

Ever since Maria left him, there hasn't been a single day in which Amy wasn't with him. Even if it was just a couple of hours, Amy was there.

She had become an essential part of his everyday life but today, she wasn't there.

Shadow's heartbeat began to increase, his hands began to sweat and for the first time in his life, he thought he was going to get sick.

Would Amy be able to leave him? Did she really leave him?

No, Amy wasn't Maria.

But once again, he never expected Maria to leave him. He never thought that the one he loved the most would abandon him.

And there he was, holding his hands on his head trying to deny the thought.

Because although he didn't love Amy romantically, he did love her as a friend.

He would never expect her to leave him.

After a well deserved night of sleep, Amy had finally arrived at her home. Sonic and she spend a lovely night together. They watched movies, play video games and she even convinced him to do face masks with him.

It was 5 p.m. and she wondered if Shadow had woken up already. Maybe they could grab or make some dinner together.

She opened the door that leads to her room and she was surprised to see Shadow seating on the edge of her bed with his hands on his head as if he had a headache.

Shadow's head snapped so quickly to look at her that for a second Amy was scared to look at him.

And oh Chaos, if looks could kill, Amy would have been long dead.

"Where were you?"

Shadow's voice was deep, deeper and even had a raspy tone to it.

Amy stood quiet, still not understanding the event that was unfolding in front of her.

"Where were you?"

Shadow asked again, his voice was angrier and if Amy didn't know him well, she could hear that he was hurt.

Shadow approached her and it didn't take him long to find out who she was with.

It was Amy's scent mixed with Sonic's. For the first time, Shadow found something that he loved and hated at the same time.

Crazy thoughts began to fog his head.

It wasn't like he was jealous.

But Amy was wearing short shorts, a white strapless blouse that made every curve of her body stand out. To add to that, her hair was messy, her lips looked plumper and for some strange reason, her skin seemed healthier.

He knew this look too very well.

This was the same look the females would wear when they leave his room.

No, he wasn't jealous.

He was infuriated.

"I am guessing you are also having some fun."

As if it was venom, Shadow's words affected Amy but not the way he wanted to.

"Excuse me?" Amy said, giving Shadow one last chance to back up before she lashes out on him.

"You tell me about keeping it down while you are out there with Sonic."

"Yes, I was with him." Amy wasn't afraid, she was beginning to feel annoyed at Shadow. If he could smell Sonic's scent on her, she was capable as well of smelling the scent of different females in him. "And I don't understand why you are so angry about it."

"I am not angry that you slept with him, I don't give a shit about that," Shadow said. "But I've seen this so many times already that I know what's going to happen."

"Oh, and what exactly is going to happen?" Amy said sarcastically, her anger increased with every word that came out of Shadow's mouth.

Shadow stood a few seconds quiet, recollecting his thoughts. How could she be so calm? Didn't she know the hell she made him go threw just a few moments ago?

"You are going to go fuck other guys." He replied.

Amy felt offended by his comment but realizing that the calmer she kept, the angrier he got and that was what she wanted to see.

"And what if I do? That's none of your fucking business."

This is it, her calmness. Her stance. It looked too much like her.

This was what Shadow always wanted, to have her in front of him. Expressing the things he couldn't say.

He had forgotten, that Amy wasn't Maria.

"It's is my fucking business because I know that moment you become a whore you are going to fucking leave me!" Shadow took a deep breath, giving her the final blow. "You are going to leave me just like Maria did!"

Shadow never thought that the most painful thing he could experience was the hurt look that overtook Amy's face. Her body trembled ever so often and her eyes expressed a certain disappointment and hurt that Shadow couldn't quiet make sure what it was.

Amy wasn't angry at Shadow, on the contrary, she pities him to an extent. Maria was still in his mind, haunting every single aspect of his life and she couldn't do anything about it.

But it also hurt her. If there was one thing Amy was sure about in her life, it was that she was unable to leave Shadow.

Yes, she had to admit that she was avoiding him lately. But it pained her, oh, it just pained her so much seeing him with other girls.

Because even if it was only one night, she wished she was them. The one who could bring him comfort when he needed it. The one he could be intimate with even if it was only for his carnal needs.

And it pained her even more, that she couldn't tell him.

Shadow gave Amy one last look, he just couldn't bear to see her like that. Mostly because it was him the one who caused it.

He walked past her and left her room.

Rouge entered the Central Hospital as fast as she could. Omega followed closed to her and she even ran a little when she noticed Sonic sitting in the waiting room.

"What happened?" She asked, almost out of breath as she used all of her energy to come to the hospital.

"I found her in Shadow's room, on the floor. Next to her was a green bottle. I think it was alcohol," Sonic said. "But the doctors can't seem to figure out what it is."

"Wait, a green large bottle?" Rouge asked, she was thinking of the worse.

"Yes."

"I am calling Shadow," Rouge said as she pulled out her phone but Sonic stopped him.

"Don't, I am sure that Amy is here because he did something to her-"

"We need to know what is in that bottle so we can help the doctors cure Amy." Rouge added, "And Shadow is the only one who knows what's on it."

This time, his head felt fuzzy, he had drunk too much and even with a very beautiful girl next to him, he still felt guilty about yesterday.

Suddenly his door slammed open, revealing a very angry bat, storming towards the hedgehog.

"What the fuck are you-"

"So this is the reason why you didn't answer your cellphone?" Rouge yelled at him, "Sonic was right, you are too busy fucking to even care-"

"Wait, Sonic?"

Shadow's hookup was terrified and the hedgehog and the bat didn't protest when she grabbed her clothes and left the room quietly.

When she left, Rouge's eyes asserted to Shadow again.

Shadow was more annoyed at the fact that Sonic told Rouge about his doings because the only person who knew about this was Amy.

Meaning that Amy most have told him.

Meaning that she trusted him a lot.

Meaning that they were close friends... Intimate friends.

"I was calling you last night! Why didn't you answer?!" Rouge asked again.

"As you could see, I was busy."

"It was important! I needed to know what was in the green bottle you brought with you at the Christmas party!"

Shadow really thought he was going delusional. Was this just a strange dream? Why was Rouge asking such a random question?

"That's none of your business. Nobody should drink that but me." Shadow said as he rubbed his eyes with hands.

"I know but Amy didn't know and she drank of it."

Shadow's heart stopped for a second.

"What?"

"She drank off it, the doctors couldn't tell what it was ... we tried calling you but you wouldn't answer and she ..." Rouge's voice broke and her eyes began to water. "Shadow ... she ..."

She couldn't finish her sentence as she broke into tears. She suddenly felt firm hands around her arms, Shadow had a pleading look and she almost felt bad for faking all of this.

But the boy needed a severe punishment.

"Where is she?" He asked, his voice trembled.

"In Central Hospital-"

And with that, Shadow vanished from her sight.

"I need to see her!"

"Sir, you can't, you need to wait!"

"If you don't let me see her right now, I swear I-"

Shadow felt his voice crack, his desperation had no measurement. His hands tremble and once again that feeling overtook him.

His world began to turn black, he could hear every single beat of his heart and his eyesight began to fail him.

"I need to see her." Shadow said pleading to the nurse, "Please ... I need to-"

"Shadow?"

Shadow came back to himself as he heard her voice. He turned his face to where the angelic voice called him and he felt himself breath again as he saw Amy.

She was holding onto the wall, she was wearing a hospital gown and although her appearance wasn't the best; to Shadow, it was the most beautiful sight he has seen.

He almost felled as he stumbled to get to Amy, his shoes made a squeaky sound as they made contact with the clean floor.

He wanted to hug her but stopped himself on his tracks as he thought that his embrace might hurt her.

"Patient Rose, go back to your room! You shouldn't be standing!"

Now it was very awkward, Shadow was seating on a chair, next to Amy as she layed on her bed.

On one hand, Shadow felt incredibly stupid and he made a mental note that Rouge will definitely pay for this. On the other, he felt incredibly guilty because even if Amy wasn't in any danger anymore, she was like this because of him.

"I wanted to see if you were in your room ... the door was open and I saw the green bottle," Amy said, breaking the silence of the two. "I got curious and I took a sip of it, thinking it was vodka. I didn't know it was poison."

"It's more than just poison, that green bottle has every poison known to humunaity," said Shadow. "It's the only thing that can get me 'drunk' sort of say."

"And you drink that? Shadow, that's bad for you!"

At that moment, Shadow's heart warmed up. There it was again, that new feeling he couldn't describe.

But it made him feel good.

"I am the ultimate life form, I can't die from it." Shadow added, "But you in the other hand, I am surprised you made it."

"Rouge told Sonic about the green bottle and he was fast enough to go to the Resistance and bring it here ... the doctors were able to give me the proper medication and empty my stomach in time."

Once again, Shadow felt anger rise in him. Sonic was again saving Amy, pulling her closer to him with his actions.

But this time, he realized he needed to thank him next time he sees the blue one.

"I am sorry ..." Shadow said as he looked to the floor, embarrassed. "For everything."

"I am sorry too."

"For what?"

"For worrying you." Amy said, "And for avoiding you."

Shadow's eyes now met green eyes and he waited for her to continue.

"I am sorry, I should have been there for you. I just didn't know what to say. I was scared that I might say something wrong." Amy played with her bedsheets, out of embarrassment. "You needed affection and because of that you went to other girls instead of coming to me-"

"No, I went to those girls because I wanted to do things to them I don't want to do with you." said Shadow, "So, don't feel bad-"

"What is that supposed to mean?"

Shadow saw that Amy got offended at his comment, she was taking it the wrong way and he didn't want that.

"I am saying that I would never want to have sex with you." He said clearly.

Amy left out a grunt and and pouted, "Well, I am sorry I am that disgusting."

Shadow began to panic again, he didn't want an angry Amy. "No, that's not what I meant!"

Shadow stood up from his seat and he placed himself in front of Amy, making her look at him. "You aren't disgusting, I think you look very attractive! Even with that thin gown! I can see your-"

Shadow stopped himself as he saw Amy's flustered face, she covered her chest area in embarrassment.

Why was it that when it came to Amy, he couldn't think properly?

"What I am trying to say is that you are too innocent to for that, I couldn't-"

"Innocent? Shadow I am a grown woman, I know-"

"Yes, wait no, I mean, we could do it if you wanted to."

"You want to do it?!" Amy exclaimed as she blushed.

"I-"

Shadow gave it a thought. Amy was his friend, but he would be lying if he said that the thought of being intimate with Amy didn't cross his mind before.

But those thoughts soon left his mind when he realized that he preferred a friendship based on intimate emotions than a friendship based on carnal desires.

But the curiosity still was with him.

"Would ... would you have said yes?"

Why the hell did he ask that? What has taken over him? He was feeling angrier now, what was it with Amy Rose that she had him like this?

He felt all emotions when he was with her, sadness, anger, frustration, happiness and something else he couldn't describe yet.

Amy was freaking out mentally, was Shadow serious? Don't get her wrong, she loves that guy and she would give everything to be with him.

She wanted to be with him emotionally and physically. She couldn't deny that fact.

"If it made you feel better then ... maybe ..."

She was nervous. What if she tells him? Was this the right moment to tell him that she loves him? But if Shadow doesn't feel that way then their friendship would be ruined.

And of course, Shadow didn't feel the same. He was Shadow the Hedgehog, a successful G.U.N. agent, and world hero.

And she was only a waitress ... Oh wait no, she was less than that. She was unemployed.

"Amy you don't have to do anything ... You already make me feel happy just by being alive."

The words came out of his mouth so naturally that it even took Shadow by surprise. Their eyes crossed and Shadow got lost in her green emerald eyes. He had seen a lot of beautiful jewels before but none could ever be compared to Amy's eyes.

For a moment, he couldn't control his body as the feeling he didn't know about overtook him. He got closer to her as he held her hand softly. They kept getting closer to each other and Amy wasn't pushing away either.

Suddenly, their moment was interrupted as they heard knocking in the door.

The nurse smiled as she entered the room.

"Greeting Ms. Rose, your boyfriend is here to visit you."

"Oh, yes let him in please," Amy replied.

This took Shadow by surprise, he looked at the door, waiting to see who was the bastard who the nurses referred to as Amy's boyfriend.

And of course, it was him.

Sonic showed up, holding a boutique of flowers and as he gave them to Amy, he said said:

"I am glad you are in recovery now, babe."

A/N: A new arc! Intimate Friends is here! I can write a 4k600 word fic in a day but I can't write a 2000 word essay on Socrates and Machiavelli? Something must be wrong with me lol. Keep in mind this story may have a lot of mistakes, I do apologize for any grammatical errors.

Anyways, this chapter was tuned out to be completely different from what I originally thought of. This was supposed to be a 'fluff' chapter but I realized it wasn't logical. I think that after what Shadow went through, he would be depressed and he would try to cope with it somehow.

So this chapter's title is 'Recovery' because Shadow has finally started to recover from his horrible relationship with Maria.

He still feels insecure but Amy does help him feel better and I will slowly develop Shadow's feelings towards Amy as we go along.

Once again, thank you for reading and I hope you enjoyed this chapter! Until next time :)

Next: Soon.

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Mr Hollywood (Epilogue Part IV)

Final Part!

Summary: Bucky Barnes, an underpaid teaching assistant in a small English village, dreams of a movie career back in his home country of America. He finally gets the break he's always wanted, and if it wasn't for you, his best friend, he wouldn't have been able to take it.

But is that fact enough to save your friendship when it's tested by the pressures of Hollywood?

Pairing: Bucky Barnes/Reader (Gender Neutral)

Word count: 2085

Chapter summary: Do you hear wedding bells?

A/n: The final, final, part, I promise!

(If the picture is all blurry, opening it in a new tab in browser helps!)

Warnings: Just fluff. But if you really don't like the idea of getting married, this is not for you.

Previous: Epilogue Part III

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“Bucky? What is up with you tonight?”

“What d'ya mean?”

“You keep fidgeting.”

“Sorry.”

He shifts beside you again before stilling, and you settle back against him to continue watching the movie, cuddling into his warmth, a small smile on your face as he pulls you closer.

It's been so nice having him home for the past few months.

After filming on his début show wrapped following it's forth season, he was inundated with offers of work, and he'd flown back especially to announce his new role was in a British series, filmed mostly on location only a few miles down the road. You had tried to protest, not wanting him to sacrifice his career for you, but when he'd explained it really was the best move, in every sense, you'd been thrilled.

Now, you can't imagine not spending your free time with him.

The weekends are just like they used to be, at the diner, or picnics by the river, sometimes lunch at the local garden centre as you buy yet another packet of seeds, what is different however are the crowds Bucky draws. The public are now aware of the nature of your relationship with him, and whilst he tries to be inconspicuous the two of you together are far too recognisable.

At first he hadn't been keen to subject you to the attention, and the potential backlash, but the number of times he had been wrongly linked to yet another actor was growing out of control, and he felt he had to do something to quash all the rumours.

“I never want you to doubt what we have,” Bucky had said when he told you his plan.

In order to cause as little fuss as possible, one afternoon in the winter just after you got together, he'd posted a picture of you and him at the Hollywood sign, with a simple caption, 'my world'. He had warned you beforehand that not everyone on the internet would be positive, especially when they learnt he's not 'available', but you knew it was for the best.

The general reaction wasn't nearly as bad as you feared. Isabella and her little friends belief that you and Bucky would one day be married appears to have been commonly held within the school, as when you went in on the Monday after his big declaration no one batted an eye. They clearly either thought you two were already together, or were not in the least surprised that it had finally happened, and aside from Edwin's spontaneous hug in congratulations, which caught you off guard in the nicest way, the day passed as any other would.

Even when the press turned up at the front gate, desperate to get a picture of the one who'd stolen the heart of Hollywood's favourite darling. Peggy 'no nonsense' Carter saw to them, and armed with laws and regulations around the sharing of photographs of children, before the morning break they'd been scared away. She also accompanied you home that evening to ensure there weren't any lingering around, wanting to make sure your home was still a safe space, somewhere to escape back to when everything became too much.

Eventually it all died down, and Bucky looks so much happier now he can talk openly about you in interviews, not having to dodge around the subject. Will you ever get used to seeing your name on celebrity gossip sites? Probably not, but it's just part of the crazy roller-coaster that is life with Bucky, and no matter how nasty the journalists can get you know it's all worth it.

By his side you can get through anything.

Back in the present he squirms next to you again, knocking into you as he adjusts his position.

“Bucky?”

“Hmm?”

“Is everything alright?”

“Yes.” Looking over at you, he smiles tightly. “Well, maybe. I'm not sure yet.”

Frowning, you pause the movie to give him your full attention. “Anything I can do?”

“Whether everything is okay kinda depends on you,” He says quietly.

Tilting your head as you watch the way he wipes his palms down his thighs, you wonder what's got him so worked up. Now you're thinking about it, you realise he hasn't relaxed properly all evening, despite showering and changing into his pyjamas, he's been paying more attention to tending the fire than enjoying the film. Sitting up, you gently remove his arm from around you so you can rise from your slouched position and get a proper look at his face. It's almost the same look of mild terror he wore four years ago in New York's Central Park, when you had both tripped your way through declarations of love, just before your very first kiss.

It clicks. There's only one reason he'd look like that now.

“Bucky, I know what this is.”

He blinks up at you. “Oh yeah?” He asks, voice high.

“Yes, and you don't need to be so nervous. We've talked about this.”

“I still want...” He trails off, his gaze slipping to the dying embers in the fireplace.

“Bucky?”

“Hmm.”

“I love you, you know?”

His face softens at your declaration. “Yeah. I do.”

“And you know there's no proper way to do this, no perfect way, and no way to mess it up either.

“I know. I just want it to be special for you. Please let me try at least.”

“All right.” You sit back in your seat, buzzing with anticipation as he collect his thoughts. Licking his lips, he takes a shaky breath, looking back across at you as he begins to speak.

“Y/N. My love. My best friend. These four years have been everything I've ever wanted, and even before then, your friendship completely changed me, for the better I hope. Thank you for always keeping my feet on the ground.”

“You're the sole reason I'm where I am today, and without you I'd be lost. I knew you were someone special from the moment we first met, outside the school gates. Do you remember?

“'Course. Mrs Jenkins hasn't been able to look me in the eye since.”

He laughs brightly. “Well, you were very quick to shut her down when she asked if I even had the right qualifications to teach.”

“I wasn't too snappy, was I?”

“Nah. My Y/N? Never.” His manner turns serious again, sitting up straight and maintaining eye contact. “I want to thank you Y/N. Thank you believing in me when I didn't. Thank you for giving me the confidence to keep going. And thank you for always being there, for forgiving me despite giving you every reason not to. I couldn't live in this world without you.”

“I couldn't live without you either Bucky,” You croak, your emotions getting the better of you. Reaching across to squeeze your thigh, he waits for your gazes to meet again before continuing. “Which brings me to a very important question.”

You nod encouragingly, grinning through the gathering tears.

“I'm gonna do this bit properly, so,” He slides off the sofa, kneeling before you and taking hold of your left hand, his own eyes watering as he peers up at you. “Y/N Y/L/N, light of my life, most beautiful person I've ever met, will you do me the honour of marry-”

“Yes!”

“-ing me?” He finishes, even as you're pulling him up to kiss clumsily. Knocked off balance by your enthusiasm, he ends up crushing you into the cushions, his body relaxing against yours when you refuse to let go.

Bucky always kisses you like he doesn't know when he'll next get a chance, and this time is no different. Tongues find each other as you hook one of your legs over his hips, the taste of salt from both of your tears only making the moment sweeter as you gasp into each others mouths, fingers lacing above your head as you try to get as close as possible.

Breaking away at length to breathe, you sigh contentedly, running your fingers through Bucky's hair as he traces his own along your sides.

“Didn't ever imagine you'd propose to me in your pyjamas,” You murmur after a minute or two.

“Sorry! If you want-”

“Bucky, shush. I'm teasing. This is perfect.”

He presses a kiss to your knuckles. “I'm sorry I haven't got a ring either.”

“That's all right too. With my job I wouldn't wear it often anyway.”

“But I will get you one. Gotta do it properly, every little detail.”

“If you insist.”

“I do.”

To prevent him from promising anything more extravagant, you lean up to touch your lips to his, softer now the initial elation has dimmed slightly into comfortable bliss. His body is still trembling with the pent up nerves, making your heart skip, so in love with this man you could explode.

“Was it really that scary for you to ask me to marry you?”

“Yes,” He laughs, resting his head against your neck.

“Golden Globe winning Bucky Barnes was scared to ask little ol' primary school teacher Y/N to marry him?”

“Technically, it was James Barnes who won the Golden Globe. Bucky is just your boyfriend-”

“Fiancé.”

“-Fiancé, who still can't believe he's got this lucky, so yes, I was scared.”

“You knew what I was going to say, though?”

“It wasn't so much your answer I was scared of, just making sure I got it right for you.”

Melting under him at his words, you let him trail his lips down your throat as your mind wanders to the big day.

“Oh!”

“What?” Bucky asks, not lifting his head off your shoulder.

“I was just thinking about how many flower girls and boys we're going to have to have. Amelia and Benjamin, obviously. Edwin and Ana's children, even Spencer, he's old enough isn't he? Or he will be by the time it happens. Isabella is almost too old now she's twelve, nearly a teenager.”

He chuckles at your rambling. “You know she'll still want to be one. It's all she ever asks me about when you're not in the room.”

“Really?”

“All the time.”

“Can't let her down then. And what about your best man? Dayton or Sam?”

“Err.” Bucky pauses his kisses to contemplate his answer. “Now you're asking.”

“Which one will have the most embarrassing stories? Pick them.”

“In that case then, neither.”

“Would it really be that bad?” You giggle, squishing his cheeks between your hands. “I know everything already.”

“True. But does your mum need to? Or mine for that matter? I wasn't exactly an angel during college. Or at any wrap party, ever.” He winks at you when you stick your tongue out in mock disgust. “Don't act so innocent Y/N. We both know what happened in that bathroom at the NTA's.”

Releasing his face, you look away as your own heats up. “Dunno what you're talking about.”

Bucky hums, grinning cheekily. “No? I'm sure Sam remembers what he walked in on.”

You slap his chest lightly. “Don't make it sound so filthy! Nobody was naked, nothing explicit was going to happen. I was just happy for you.”

“Very happy, I'd say.”

Rolling your eyes as he snickers into your hair, you shuffle into the corner of the sofa to allow him to lay beside you, foreheads touching as you breathe each other in.

“We're engaged Bucky,” You whisper gleefully, linking your hands together and pulling them to rest over your heart. “Lucky you. Must feel like winning an Oscar, getting to marry me,” You joke, smiling so wide it hurts.

“Better.” Bucky says it so matter of factly, with such a straight face, that your breath catches.

“Remember to talk about me in your acceptance speech when you do win one, then.”

“If I win one.”

“When, Bucky. When you win. And I'll be right there by your side so you won't forget who to thank first.”

“Okay, if you say so. When I win I promise to mention how being your husband is better than any academy award, in front of millions of viewers and a roomful of fellow professionals. Should pick up a few 'ideal partner' points if nothing else.”

He beams at you as your body shakes with laughter, knowing that he is ridiculous enough to keep that promise.

“Seriously though Y/N.” His lips brush yours once, twice, three more times before he pulls back enough so you can see just how much he means it. “Being with you is like winning an Oscar every day.”

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A/n 2: This really is the end now, however much I'll miss them. But I can't just keep dragging it on, mainly because I've run out of ideas! I couldn't write their wedding for so many reasons, one, I couldn't keep it gender neutral as easily, and two, I just wouldn't know where to start! So just imagine it yourself. Sam is definitely gonna be there, along with Bucky and Y/N's entire families, Peggy of course, Edwin, Ana and their children, a guest list and a half, definitely a day to remember! But not something I could write, so this is the natural end of their tale... :(

So here is my 3rd (probably?) thank you note! It's the middle of February now and I posted the first chapter of this fic in the middle of June last year, a whole eight months ago, so if you've been here from the beginning just know I love you and thank you so much for sticking with me. This hasn't been the most consistently updated story but we've got there in the end! And it you've commented at any point, please know I treasure every single word. I write for myself, the story I want to read, with the sort of characters I would like to have in my life, so if anyone else enjoys it too then that it just a bonus!

I have another idea for a slow burn series, and hopefully it won't be too long until I post that. More Bucky x reader, of course ;) so if you've liked this, maybe you'll like that too! Stick around, basically!

Once again, thank you so much for reading! xoxo

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alj4890 · 4 years

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And Then I Met You

Part 23

What happens when the one you thought you were meant for turns out to be meant for someone else?

A\N Choices Fan Fiction with characters from The Royal Romance, Red Carpet Diaries, and Perfect Match.

*Sorry for being so late in between posts. Health problems keep cropping up for both me and my family.*

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"Lord Tariq and I were discussing that very thing last night over dinner." Lauren explained. "We both hope that Prince Liam is thinking of who is truly best for the citizens of Cordonia."

Ana and the rest of the reporters continued to throw questions out to her.

"Is it true you are no longer a part of The Earl's Undoing?"

"Yes, it is." She answered with a smile. "Once I met Lord Tariq, my heart was too focused on him rather than acting. I hope my fans can forgive me for following my heart."

"How has this affected your relationship with Thomas Hunt?" Ana asked.

Lauren laughed and shook her head. "Thomas and I only had a professional, working relationship. All those rumors about us spending every moment together are ridiculous. He is a happily married man and I would never try to tempt him away from Lady Amanda. There is only one man that I have had any type of love for and that is Lord Tariq. I would like to think that like Thomas, I too have managed to capture the heart of a Cordonian.

One of the younger reporters scratched his head. "Wait a minute, Ms. Benefield. Weren't you the one that called us with offers of sharing what you and his grace had privately together?"

Her smile became brittle while trying not to scream at the man. "You're mistaken. I only called to talk about our upcoming film. I would never slander someone like Lord and Lady Hunt."

"But--" he stared at Ana when she elbowed him. The seasoned reporter shook her head and continued to question Lauren about Tariq.

"Are we going to hear details about a possible wedding soon?"

Lauren's smile brightened. "I believe we will all be pleasantly surprised."

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"I would love to knock those perfectly capped teeth out of her mouth." Nadia clinched her fist.

"Babe, you're going ultra violent again." Maxwell warned.

Riley and Hana stood with them and quietly observed Tariq join Lauren to answer more questions.

"Where are Thomas and Amanda?" Hana asked once she checked no one was close enough to overhear her.

"Er...well..." Maxwell stuttered.

"While scouting out locations to film, they decided to spend some special couple time alone. With all the Lauren mess, they needed a moment to remind them of what they have." Nadia promptly answered. She ignored the look Maxwell gave her for bending the truth.

"Oh." Riley turned as nobles were called toward the hedge maze of Applewood. "I guess we won't see them until we travel to St. Orella in a few days."

Maxwell's eyes widened. "Yeah. We won't." Once the ladies walked away, he grabbed his wife. "Nadia, Amanda is supposed to host the court next!"

Her anger disappeared as worry set in. "We have to find Olivia." She pressed a reassuring kiss to his cheek. "Call Holly and tell her to get Hudson on preparing for everyone's arrival."

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Nadia burst into Olivia's room without knocking and locked the door. "You have to bring them back!" She exclaimed.

"You're interrupting me doing that very thing." Olivia motioned for her to be quiet. "Harris, it's time to retrieve our guests." She ignored Nadia mouthing her worry. "Yes. The vial is in the--" She covered her mouth and whispered it into the phone. "Use the same amount as last time. That should make it easier on you and the others and give me an opportunity to make it home before they wake up."

"There." Olivia ended the call. "They will be back tomorrow."

"I can't believe it has taken almost two months for this." Nadia flopped on Olivia's bed. "I wasn't meant for a life of subterfuge."

"Clearly." Olivia wrinkled her nose as a thought occured. "You have done better than I expected."

Nadia grinned at her. "Really? You think so?"

"Amazingly, I do." Olivia wondered how her original opinions of Nadia had turned to viewing her now as a comrade of sorts. To be impressed with her loyalty to their shared group of friends was unexpected. "Thank you...for helping with this."

Nadia surprised her with a swift unwanted hug. "Of course! I would do anything for my friends." She hurried out with a promise that they would all go with her to help explain.

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That same day in St Orella...

"We have to go!" Holly interrupted the ballroom scene's dress rehearsal. "Olivia is bringing Thomas and Amanda back."

"Is this a have to go leave the country and create new identities trip or a go to Lythikos and explain why we were all a part of this venture?" Ryan asked.

Chris blanched at the possible outrage that awaited them. "I vote first option."

"Come on guys." Addison put her hands on her hips. "Once Thomas sees how we fixed everything, he will be thrilled that we--"

"Had him and the only person he loves drugged, kidnapped, and left stranded in a frozen wilderness with no explanation." Holly finished while sinking weakly down in a chair. "How are we going to be able to explain this? We should run away."

Addison turned toward Jessica and Matt. "Any chance you want to go in our place?"

"No thanks." Jessica said with a nervous laugh. "I prefer being alive."

"I think Thomas will kill the messenger in this particular case." Matt groaned when Addison appeared hurt, as if he had betrayed her. "I will come along as moral support if you want."

Holly read through the text messages she was still receiving. "Drake said Liam is going to be able to come too. He has made some type of excuse to travel early to St Orella."

Addison turned around quickly. "We get to see him again! I feel so much better knowing Liam will be there. He is perfect at keeping everyone calm and, well, pretty much everything else." She sighed at the memory of dancing with him and every other encounter.

Matt narrowed his eyes at Addison's sudden happiness over the prince going too and noticed Jessica watching him closely. He coughed and excused himself before anyone else noticed his jealousy.

"When do we leave to face our imminent doom?" Ryan asked.

"In one hour." Holly announced.

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The cabin? Late at night...

"...and because I met you, I am stuck in this godforsaken cabin! My reputation as a successful director that is closely associated with my time management skills is deteriorating by the moment due to your friend leaving us out here!" Thomas gripped the mantle and lowered his head after his outburst.

Amanda remained eerily silent. The only sign she had heard any of his tirade was the undiluted rage sparking her hazel eyes.

"I'm sorry. I shouldn't have said any of that." Thomas turned to look at her. "I don't regret meeting nor marrying you. I am--" his eyes widened at her disappearance.

The front door was open. It bounced against the wall each time an freezing burst of snow sprinkled wind blew in. He stepped outside in the dark and called his wife's name. Icicles hanging from the eaves shimmered in the faint light coming from inside.

No answer.

"Amanda!" He called out peering into the icy void that seemed impenetrable to light. "I'm sorry, please--"

Thomas gasped in pain and looked down. The sharp tip of an icicle was protruding from his chest. It was yanked out and a burst of blood came from his mouth. He turned slowly to look at the one who stabbed him in the back. He couldn't believe his eyes.

"You are nowhere near as sorry as I am." Amanda said in a calm voice. She shoved him off the porch. He landed on his back with a soft thud in the snow. His blood began to pool around his body.

She knelt down and raised the icicle to stab him once more. He weakly grasped her wrist.

"Why?" He managed to choke out.

Amanda leaned down close to his face. Snowflakes began to fall around them. Her lips curved into a bitter smile.

"Because you ruined my life with your decisions and now this incessant complaining!" She screeched before stabbing him through the heart.

Thomas jerked awake and touched his chest. His breaths came in short bursts while he reached for a lamp.

Amanda turned over. "What's wrong?" She mumbled, half asleep.

"You..." He took a deep breath. "Just a bad dream."

"I'm sorry." She pressed a kiss blindly to his cheek and snuggled down in the blankets. "Do you want to talk about it?"

"No...I...you stabbed me." He frowned at the ceiling.

"I did?" She asked, yawning.

"With an icicle." He added.

Her eyes cracked open. "An icicle? How creative of me."

He softly snorted. "You said I ruined your life when I asked why you were killing me."

She placed her hand over his heart. "You know I don't think anything close to that, quite the opposite."

He turned on his side to face her. "I did in a way by casting Lauren."

Amanda groaned and flopped onto her back. "Thomas, we have been over this. You have to stop beating yourself up over that one decision."

"I know. I plan on doing all I can to make it up to you." He vowed.

"There is nothing to make up because we are fixing it!" She said in a surprisingly loud, commanding tone. "You apologized and are trying to think of a way to rid ourselves of her for good. The one thing you are doing to me that is unforgivable is interrupting my good dream about you. Now I'm tempted to find an icicle."

He choked on his laughter. "I'm sorry." He managed to say while thinking how much he adored her. "What can I do to stop that from happening?"

She slowly smiled and tugged him close. "I suggest you distract me from searching for the perfect murder weapon by finishing my dream." Their lips met as she pulled his shirt off.

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Outside the cabin in the middle of the night...

"They are bound to be asleep by now." Harris whispered.

Williams crept to the door and used the tools he had brought along to pick the lock. He snuck quietly into the cabin. All was dark and silent, save for the dying fire crackling in the fireplace. He added the contents in the vial to both the coffee pot and the tea kettle that had been prepared for the next morning's use. He retraced his steps and locked the door once he was out.

The servants walked a few miles in the snow draped forest and returned by snow mobile to their hideout.

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Late the next morning...

Williams and Harris, along with a team of servants, collected the sleep induced couple and all their things. They bundled them up in warm clothes and blankets before setting off back to Lythikos.

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Lythikos, mid afternoon...

Olivia smiled in approval at their quick and efficient work. She had them set the two in one of the guestrooms. She returned downstairs to everyone sitting around the dining room table for lunch.

"Now, we wait."

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Five hours later...

Thomas gripped his head and tried to sit up. Once the room stopped tilting, he looked around at the ornate decorations and groaned. It hit him that they had somehow suffered a repeat performance from Olivia. He had no idea where they were this time.

He gently shook Amanda. After a few times of this, she opened her eyes. "Please don't shake me." She pleaded, throwing her arm over her eyes. "What happened? Why is everything spinning?"

"We were drugged again." He weakly motioned around the room. "Where are we?"

She propped herself up on her elbows and blinked a few times to try and focus. The room decided to remain in one position, allowing her to recognize her surroundings. "Lythikos." She fell back on her pillow.

"We are? Are you sure?" He was afraid to believe they could actually escape this time.

"Yes." She mumbled into her pillow.

He stood up on wobbly legs. "We're getting out of here."

"I can't. I'm too sleepy." Amanda yawned, pulling a blanket up. "Save yourself. Forget about me and make a new life."

He ignored her sarcasm and hefted her up. "Come on. We're leaving." He wrapped his arm around her waist and half dragged her out of the room.

"Which way?" He asked looking up and down the hallway.

"Thomas, just leave me. I'll escape later." She murmured, dropping her head on his shoulder.

"I'm not leaving you in the clutches of a deranged individual! What if she decides to lock you up somewhere else and I can't find you?" He pulled her more snuggly against his side. "Focus for me, Amanda. Which way?"

She groaned and pointed to the left. "That way."

They slowly made their way toward the stairs.

"Ah, your grace. I see you are awake."

Thomas whirled around with Amanda dozing on his shoulder. "Stay back." He ordered.

"But sir," Harris began. "I only wish to tell you and Lady Amanda that--"

"Not another step. We are leaving." Thomas backed up against a wall. He kept his eyes on the servant that was watching him with a great deal of confusion and edged sideways.

He made it to the stairs and shook Amanda. "Wake up." He ordered. "We have to go downstairs. I need you actively helping me right now before Olivia catches us."

"Thomas, Olivia hasn't lost her mind." Amanda let go of him and leaned against the banister. She tried to concentrate. "She must have had a reason to--"

"Drug and kidnap us twice? Twice!" He ran his hands over his face. "Short of saving us from being murdered, I can't think of one logical reason to do this to us two times in a row."

"Oh I definitely have a reason."

The two looked down at Olivia. Their other friends came out and fanned around her. A proud smirk appeared on her red lips. "We all had a reason."

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A comfortable den at Lythikos...

The couple remained silent after everything was explained. Shock at the plan not only being thought of but also successfully executed kept them from being able to speak.

Thomas shook his head no when Olivia offered him coffee. He then quietly pushed back the tea cup set in front of Amanda. His dark eyes touched on each face. "Let me see if I understand this. You did all this to cause Lauren to break her contract?"

"That and change her story in front of the press." Holly added. "And wait until you see Jessica in the part! She brings an innocence to Elizabeth that Lauren could never fake."

He ignored that last part. "Why wouldn't you simply tell us your plan?"

The group shared loaded glances. "We didn't think you would go along with it." Addison admitted.

Maxwell leaned forward, his deep blue eyes flickereing back and forth between the two. "I say this with nothing but love: you two are incredibly stubborn."

Everyone nodded while muttering examples of the couple's hard headedness both individually and combined.

"I would have gone along with it." Amanda replied.

Thomas slowly nodded. "I can see the benefits. I would like to think I would have at the very least been open to it."

"I would have chosen somewhere else to hide out though." Amanda muttered.

"That's another reason you were drugged and not let in on the plan. You wouldn't have chosen a place where no one would have a chance to see you." Olivia explained.

Amanda hesistated. "I guess I wouldn't."

"And you wouldn't have waited so long past your shooting schedule." Ryan added to Thomas.

He rubbed a hand down his face. "I suppose not."

"Did you at least have a good time together?" Nadia asked, worry over them being mad at the group weighed heavy on her mind.

Thomas leaned back and met Amanda's gaze. Her eyes dropped down to his scarred bottom lip while his touched on her recently healed black eye. They shared a brief smile and nodded simultaneously.

"Once we got over the injuries," Amanda began.

"And I quit complaining about being unable to start filming." Thomas added.

She laughed and slipped her hand in his. "It ended up being nice with no one around."

"Injuries?" Drake cocked an eyebrow. "What happened?"

"Oh the usual." Amanda muttered. "Some silly person getting scared in the cellar and delivering an elbow to the face."

"Catapulting off the porch due to some idiot chopping wood at sunrise." Thomas continued. He smiled at her laughing again. She seemed to relax once more into the woman he had known before everything had occurred with Lauren. He put his arm around her when she rested her head on his shoulder.

"You're not angry with our interference in both your personal and professional lives?" Liam asked.

Amanda tilted her head up to look at Thomas. "I'm not. Are you?"

"No. I'm grateful for the meddling. I have struggled to come up with a plan to be rid of Lauren once and for all. You have saved me a great deal of stress." He bowed his head to the group. "Thank you."

"Do my ears decieve me or did Thomas Hunt say thank you?" Chris asked. "Quick Olivia! Where else can we stash him away for a few more weeks?"

"I can always take back my thanks." Thomas warned.

"Welcome back, Mr. Director." Chris quickly said. "May you never leave our prescence again."

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The next evening, St. Orella...

"I have never been so happy to be home." Thomas announced as he crawled into bed. "I am tempted to film everything here to avoid being stuck in hotel rooms."

Amanda set her book on the nightstand and rolled over to face him. "Thomas, this is the first time you have referred to St Orella as home."

His brow furrowed. "Surely I referred to it as such at some po--." He moaned at the heated kiss she gave him. "If you are going to kiss me like that then I will call this place home in every sentence."

She laughed and kissed him once more. "I have thought of your house in California as our home for quite a while now. Knowing you feel the same for this one makes me so happy."

He gently cupped her cheek. "After the ball, we must begin filming. I need to get some footage shot before Liam's coronation."

She nodded. "Why do you sound worried?"

"I know you have to participate this week and the next in social events. I hate leaving you on your own with Lauren now as an unwelcome part of them." His thumb softly stroked her cheek. "Actually, I don't like the idea of being apart period."

"I have dealt with worse people than Lauren. Hopefully she will be so wrapped up in Tariq that she won't bother trying anything else." Amanda grinned and snuggled closer. "As for our being apart, you have been stuck with my company for nearly five months, two of which you were cut off completely from any part of civilization. I believe you have more than earned a reprieve from me."

His arm slid around her. "I have not once wished for a reprieve as you phrase it. Since I first picked you up at the airport, I have enjoyed and craved your companionship more than anyone else's. I only wanted to leave the cabin for work. It was never to take a break from you." His hands rubbed up and down her back. "Each moment we have spent together has proven over and over that you are the only one for me."

She pressed a tender kiss to his lips. "That might be the sweetest compliment anyone has ever given me." Her laughter was muffled against his chest when he muttered that she should feel free to voice her reciprocated feelings for him.

"You know I love being with you." she responded. "Being stuck in the cabin that I have always hated showed me also that you are the only person I will both willingly and gladly be trapped with. As long as I have you, anyplace we are in will feel like home."

After a sweet kiss, he pressed his forehead to hers. "I am going to miss you." Thomas admitted. "I know it is only for a week or so..." He closed his eyes in mock frustration. "You have done quite a number on me. Making it to where even sleeping without you beside me will be impossible...you should be ashamed of ruining me for anything different."

"I'm sorry." She said in the midst of smothering her giggles. "If you want, I can sleep in a different room so that you will begin to get used to not having me around."

"If you do, I will be forced to follow you." He warned. His lips curved as she placed a kiss on his stubbled jaw.

"Good." Amanda muttered. She turned the lamp off and smiled at the warm body pressing against hers. "I intend to keep you close for as long as I can."

She yawned and closed her eyes. "We have much to do tomorrow before the rest of the court arrives. It will be our official announcement of our marriage with the hosting of this ball."

"They don't know we are married yet?" Thomas asked.

"They do, but a newly wedded noble couple hosting the court is a sign that they share the same motivations and ideals. The couple is united as one in anything presented politically and socially." She explained.

Thomas grunted his understanding while cuddling her close. "Then it is past time we showed the court that very aspect of our marriage." He closed his eyes and relaxed. "We will make certain the ball goes off without any problems."

#red carpet diaries fanfiction #choices thomas hunt #thomas hunt x amanda #rcd thomas hunt #thomas hunt x oc #and then i met you

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bittysvalentines · 5 years

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You Shine in What I Am / Mas Brilhas No Que Sou

From: @aceinhyperspace

To: @sailorsav

Fic Summary: When Whiskey turns 18 years old, he receives his Gift. But what is he supposed to do with Love? No Content Warnings. General tags: Gen (no pairing); Asexual Whiskey; Eric Bittle; Magic Au; Message: I was so happy to see that I got your gift! Your magic AUs are some of my favourite fics and when I saw that Asexual Whiskey is your jam, I just KNEW what I was going to be writing about. I hope you enjoy!!

Connor knew what love was long before he knew he was ace. It was six year olds holding hands and twelve year olds sneaking kisses because they wanted to be grown up. It was the women in movies, pining after men and demanding roses. It was his teammates in the locker room, talking about bases and the girls they wanted to hook up with after games.

Connor knew that love was something physical and scary and frankly, he wanted no part of it.

Thankfully as everyone in his grade crept closer to their 18th birthdays, the “plant boy” jokes wound down. There was much more interesting news as people got their letters.

“I can’t believe Lauren got metal-bending and I got nothing,” Adriana complained one day at lunch, sprawled on the floor of the hallway outside their 5th period class.

“You know the Guild doesn’t actually call it metal-bending.” Whiskey said into his sandwich.

Adriana rolled her eyes so violently, her head moved as well, dragging her tightly coiled hair across the linoleum. “Ugh, you nerd. That’s not the point. Pretty white girl, I wear bows even on days where there’s no football games, Lauren. She gets to manipulate metal, Connor Whisk. Me-tal.”

“We don’t get a choice, Adri. And frankly, I’ll be thrilled when I get my letter and the Guild tells me ‘Hey, Connor, you’re off the hook. Go play hockey and don’t worry about accidentally setting your college dorm room on fire with this super exciting new superpower you manifested.’”

“Give Peder a break. He’s doing much better now.”

“Yeah, whatever, Adri.”

That evening when he got home, his mother was already at the kitchen table, Skyping her sister in Brasil, hands elegantly shaping the lump of clay spinning on the wheel.

Connor loved watching his mother work- ancient techniques interacting seamlessly with her magic. Her deep brown hands skimmed the edges of the vase, feeling for form sleeping inside the unshapen material. She once told him that her Gift was so much more than moving dirt around. From the rock beds lining the back of their desert home to the red dust she could sweep away with the movement of her hand, Ana Maria Francisca da Silva Whisk saw potential. She saw the shape of things that had been and were meant to be.

“I think I always knew,” She told him a couple years ago, combing her fingers through his hair, loose and chestnut colored, like his father. “Your avô had a farm when I was little. He couldn’t keep me out of the animal pens! He and my mother would lose sight of me for a minute, and they’d find me pelado como Adão e Eva-

“Mãe!”

“-sitting in the middle of the pigs, covered head to toe in mud.” She laughed and laughed.

That day, Connor didn’t feel much like laughing.

“Mamãe?”

“Si, meu amor?”

“Do you see anything in me?”

“O que você quer dizer?” His mother stopped the wheel and looked directly at him. Her eyes were dark, warm.

“I guess…” He stopped, unsure of the words. “I guess I’m worried.”

“Your letter?”

“Sim.”

She took a deep breath, the fine grey dust covering her hands loosening, gently floating to the floor. “Is that it?”

“I don’t know. I’m just ready for highschool to be over. Jake decided to spend all of bio making uncreative jokes about cellular reproduction. And how my gift would be to clone myself.”

“Meu amor, when we spoke about you coming out, I did tell you to be prepared. People can be cruel.”

“Okay, but I thought you meant that about the bi part, not the ace part.”

A small smile flickered across his mother’s lips. Her hand reached out to touch his cheek gently. “I just want things to be easy for you.”

“Eu sei, mamãe.” Connor sighed. “I guess I wanted to know that I’ll be something more than the weird kid.”

“Meu filho. You are so much more than I can tell you. I get glimpses of the man you will be and can only be proud.”

“Ugh, gross mom.” Connor complained, his voice rising in pitch, swatting her hand away.

“Ah! Sem graça! Deixe seu mãe dá amor quando ela pode. Amanhã você vai ficar uma homem grande!”

“Mom!” He ran off, and his mother tossed bits of clay at his retreating back.

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Connor had to fight to open his eyes the next morning.

His eighteenth birthday. The day he would receive his Gift.

His feet couldn’t even lift off the ground as he drug himself down the hall towards the kitchen.

Please don’t let it be clones. Please don’t let it be clones.

It wouldn’t be clones, Connor reasoned with himself. His whole family had natural gifts or no gifts at all. If he was lucky, maybe he’d be like his father and oldest sister, who got to live life normally. That way he could focus on hockey and school and not worry about things exploding like Peder. His oldest brother’s pyrokinesis was the coolest thing ever for approximately five minutes.

He stood in the doorway, the glass door separating the kitchen from the rest of the house an immovable barrier. He couldn’t do this. He couldn’t do this.

“Meu amor, vem aqui,” his mother called gently from inside. Her black eyes, sometimes so disarming, were as soft as he ever had seen them. Using all of his strength, he turned the handle and stepped inside.

As soon as he crossed the threshold, his mother stepped forward and wrapped him in her arms. “Voce ‘sta pronto?”

“Nunca.”

“Whatever it is, you can always decline, okay? There is no shame in that.” Her chin rested gently on his shoulder. When had he gotten so much taller than her? She’d always been a towering figure in the family, carrying them through.

“Okay.”

She stepped back, pulling the letter from her work apron. He took it with trepidation, carefully tearing the seal and unfolding the heavy paper.

After a few moments, most of which the words on the page didn’t register, he spoke.

“I… I think... the Guild sent the wrong thing, Mamae.”

“They’re just messengers. You know they have no control over what manifests.” His mother responded, hands already buried in the clay lumped on the wheel of the kitchen nook. “Deixa eu ver.”

His mother’s hand left gray fingerprints on the paper, but she didn’t seem to notice as her eyes scanned the letter.

“Amor.”

“Yes, mom?”

“Nao, not you amor. Amor amor.”

“I think it’s a mistake.” Connor whispered. “What am I supposed to do with this?”

Love magic.

For him.

Connor Whisk, asexual extraordinaire, whose longest relationship was with the Shane Doan jersey pinned lovingly to his bedroom wall.

Love magic.

“Connor Silva Whisk.” The letter gently thwapped across the back of his head. “I raised you better than that. Now, if you don’t want it, that’s your decision to make. But what can you do with love? That is a very stupid question.”

Fast forward six years and behold: Whiskey, collegiate hockey champion, in possession of a liberal arts degree, bartending license, and a certificate in business administration, still has no idea.

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The day that Whiskey meets Eric Bittle, the lights go out.

No, seriously. The lights are actually out.

“I’m so sorry! That just, happens sometimes? I’m workin’ on it. Oh Lord. There is nothing worse than these delicate wire light bulbs, one short and they’re toast! I am so sorry. You know, they make LED versions of these now? Not that I’m telling you how to run your business but-”

Whiskey only stares at the man in front of him, blonde and tanned from the summer sun, already on his knees gingerly picking up shards of glass with his bare hands, words running at a thousand miles an hour.

Poetry, early readers, maybe a teacher? Needs something smoky to drink… whiskey… no, red wine. I have the perfect Zin in the back.

His quick scan of the other man’s desires only takes a second or two. His needs sit close to the surface, close enough that he was probably on his way to ask Whiskey himself.

“If you want to help, at least use a broom. I don’t need to clean up your blood too.” Whiskey says from behind the bar.

The young man freezes, hands already filled with glass. “Well, I suppose that would make much more sense.”

“Yeah, probably,” Whiskey says. He reaches out with a metal bucket. “Here.”

The glass clinks as it’s dropped into the bucket.

“I really am sorry about that. I’m Eric. Eric Bittle. I live up on the third floor. And uh, I have a gift for electricity. Well. Usually. Sometimes unfamiliar systems don’t react well to my emotions. Have you read that fantastic book by Derek Nurse? That’s what caused this whole mess in the first place.”

“Connor Whisk. People call me Whiskey.”

Somehow, even after their disaster of a first meeting, Eric becomes a staple of Whiskey’s bookstore-slash-bar. Most nights find Eric in the corner sofa, a glass of red wine in hand, grading papers for the kids he student teaches.

On a slow night, Whiskey sits next to him, reading through new releases he wants to stock.

Eric’s head hits the back of the sofa.

“Why can’t I just become an electrician?”

Whiskey snorts. “That’d be too predictable. Also, you clearly adore children. You’ll make a great teacher.”

“You’ve never seen me with a child in your life, Connor.” Eric groans.

“Trust me, I just know.”

Not that Whiskey was ever planning on telling him how.

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The day that Whiskey meets Jack Zimmerman, the lights go off again.

This time metaphorically.

It’s a busy Wednesday night, which puts it right between a quiet Saturday and an overwhelming Monday. Ford and Tango from upstairs are arguing over a game of scrabble; Ransom laughs at them from above his post-rotation beer, hand on Holster’s knee. Dex and Bitty are finishing a diagram of the best way to rewire the bar lights to save energy while still providing ample lighting. Nurse helps stack chairs after his poetry reading. A couple other folks float in and out of the store, occasionally stopping to ask a question. And Whiskey is hovering around all of them, making sure everyone is satisfied.

The seating area is small, so when a stupidly handsome man wearing a godawful black tracksuit walks in, everyone notices.

Grad student… maybe? He’s here for history? Queer Theory? Well, he’ll get more of the latter, but he’ll see that out soon enough. No alcohol. I’ll make some tea in the back after I check in with everyone.

“Excuse me?” Eric leans forward, bridge of his nose crinkled in interest.

“What?” Whiskey asks, picking up the empty glasses on the low coffee table.

“You just started talking about Queer Theory and tea?” Eric says. “I wasn’t hallucinating was I?”

Dex shakes his head. “Nope, I heard it too.”

Whiskey’s stomach drops. “Uh, nothing, just restocking the shelves.”

“If you say so.” Eric is completely unconvinced, but is too polite to push the subject in public.

Yellow.

The echo of desire floats from among the shelves. The new customer’s hands rest on a book, the cover a bright canary, and Whiskey smiles.

With that, he leaves Eric to his drink to help the customers that are reclining against the bar.

About 5 minutes later, the customer had taken a seat at one of the couches in the reading corner, setting the book on the coffee table between him and Bitty.

“Do you mind?” Whiskey, hears him ask. Bittle’s face is flushed.

“Not at all! On second thought, let me move my mess so you don’t have to be competing with… whatever this book is-” Eric waves animatedly at the pile that had been forming in front of him.

Whiskey barely restrains himself from snorting.

Bittle hurriedly shoves his work into a stack and then escapes to the bar counter, “Good Lord, it’s a good thing that man dresses like a russian mobster because if he paired his face with nice clothes, it’d be over for the rest of us.

Ford, two seats down, snorts into her coffee mug.

“This is a small shop, Bits.” Whiskey laughs, “Careful with the volume.”

“Honey, this is New England. I travelled 3,000 miles to be unabashedly loud and gay. This is a queer bookstore for God’s sake.”

“You can say what you want, just know that the object of your unabashedness can probably hear you,” Whiskey says.

They look over to the man in the corner and sure enough, his eyes are on the both of them, a deep furrow in the middle. The intensity of his gaze and the concerned frown on his lips seem to indicate anger. But Connor feels something else.

It hadn’t been the book.

Oh.

OH.

Yellow.

It smells like Quebec in the summer (had he ever been to Quebec?), and feels like a long car trip, singing into the wind, stealing ears of corn from the farmer’s field, grilling it over a campfire at night. There is expensive whiskey and cheap beer on his lips, elation.

Yellow like the afternoon sun reflecting against the pond in winter. Blinding and exhilarating, flying with no sense of direction and no hope of stopping.

“You.” Whiskey whispers.

He can’t hear if Eric responds, his head still filled with desires not his own. It takes him another moment to come into the present, shaking his head subtly to remove the extra noise.

“Connor? Are you alright?” Eric says, gently laying a hand on his arm.

“Yeah, I’m fine. Just caught up for a moment.”

“You sure?”

“Just a side effect. I try not to go that deeply but some people suck me in.”

“Oh I knew it! You are a telepath!” Eric whispers excitedly. “Did I tell you my PawPaw once-”

Whiskey cuts Eric off, running an embarrassed hand through his hair. “No, no. I definitely can’t read people’s minds. But, uhhh. I can see what they… love?”

Eric’s eyes widened. “My Lord.” There’s a reverent sparkle in them that Whiskey can’t explain. “You have a Love Gift. That’s something special. Much more special than electricity.”

Whiskey rolls his eyes. “Sure. Really special. I can’t do anything but tell what drink someone wants before they order.”

“It’s a real shame you think that way, Connor.” Eric shakes his head. “Well, now I know how you’ve managed to draw us all here like flies to a sty.”

“Isn’t it flies to honey-”

“Think about it. All of us were floating around, not from the same place or backgrounds. Some with gifts and many without, but now we’re here. Together. That’s because of you.”

Eric saunters back to the couch, oblivious to the distress rising in Whiskey’s chest.

“Hey, Ford. You mind watching front of house for a second?” Connor manages to say before he loses his breath completely, slipping into the back room before receiving a response.

The phone is clammy in his hands, but, like clockwork, she picks up on the second ring.

“Amor?”

“Mom.

“Que está acontecendo, filho? Você ‘tá no trabalho?”

“Mom, I did it again.”

There’s no sound on the other end of the phone for a brief moment. When his mother’s voice comes back on the line, he feels his breath release.

“Okay, I can talk now. Tell me everything.”

“Well, there’s a group of people that come to the store a lot. And I like them, mom. I like all of them. But Eric-”

“That’s the Southern boy, right?”

“Yes Mom, but Eric found out about my Gift today. And he said that everyone is here because of me. It’s my fault. It’s like college all over again.”

“Did he say he didn’t want to be there?”

“No but-”

“Did he say anything about being in love with you- romantically I mean.”

“No, that’s not-”

“Then this doesn’t sound anything like what happened back then.”

Connor takes a few deep breaths. “Mom, I don’t know what to do with this Gift,” he barely whispers into the phone.

A few more seconds pass.

“This may not be my place. You are a grown man now and can make your own decisions. But my love? You need to get your head out of your ass.”

Whiskey stops, shocked. “What?”

The voice on the line is firm, like the earth she manipulates. “I am your mother. I would give you the world, make it kind and easy. But I can’t. You told me, all of seventeen shaking years old that you were bisexual and ace and I let you make the choice to tell others on your own. You received your Gift and kept it on your own. And then when you transferred out east and graduated and started your own business- you did that on your own too. If you want to live the rest of your life away from others, separated by your fear, that is a choice you also make on your own.”

A deep sigh breaks the tension across the line and when his mother speaks again, her tone is gentle.

“I am here for you now, whatever you need, but that won’t always be true. What happened in college was awful, amor. Love magic is a powerful, dangerous thing. But you are not that scared young boy anymore. You are building a new home with new people. And that requires you to love, filho. Love. Love yourself and others and let them love you too.”

Whiskey feels the wet lines running down his cheeks before he realizes he’s crying.

“Thank you mom. I love you.”

“Eu te amo também. Agora, faz uma decisão. E chama-me mais frequente, eu sinto falta da sua voz.”

When Connor comes out of the back room a couple minutes later, he does so with his Gift wide open. And the hearts of the people in the space are so bright, he can’t even see the lights.

#whiskey #fanfiction #bittysvalentines #bv2019 #omgcp

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irinasgarden · 6 years

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🍓Perfection // Na Jaemin🍓

Pairing: Na Jaemin x Fem!Athlete!Reader

Genre: Angst, fluff

Warning: anorexia, self-hatred, meanspo, profanities.

A/N: I went through a whole period of mental health issues, leading to eating disorder (Anorexia). But I was stopped before it could affect my health too much. Thanks to our Lord❤ AND REMEMBER, YOU ARE BEAUTIFUL.

Number of words: 1.87k

After arriving to Korea, you noticed something about you that you never did back in (Your/Country).

You were fat compared to other girls.

You wondered how they were this thin, they were as skinny as a paper sheet. At first, you thought that you were never going to get a boyfriend there but yet, there he was, Na Jaemin.

His wide grin and his twinkling eyes when he came to you to walk you home after school made your heart flutter and your stomach back flip. "Hey" he kissed your forehead and placed his hand on your arm. "Oh you've been working on your muscles! It's less squishy than before!" Jaemin pointed out. "Ah y-yeah! Coach asked me to lose some fat to be sharper in my techniques" you explained, the older boy nodded.

It was the reason why you started loosing weight, at first. There was no danger in it since you were keeping muscles and you weren't skipping any meal. You were, in fact, healthier. But it wasn't enough.

You were still so heavy compared to the girls at your school, who seemed as light as a feather. To your eyes, you didn't have the fairy look that you desired so dearly. Because that was the closest thing to perfection, and you wanted to be perfect for him.

But to Jaemin, you were the most gorgeous creature he had ever seen. Your innocent face was enough to make him go insane ; your every movement seemed so graceful to his eyes. The few pictures of you post-training he had on his phone were the ones he cherished the most because you were literally shining on them (even though Donghyuk pointed out it was just sweat). Your soft eyes and cute smile made his heart melt like chocolate. Your baby cheeks, he adored them, squeezed and cupped by his hands. They were even cuter when they were covered by a deep pinkish shade of red (lmao what?).

To Jaemin, you were the perfection itself. He reminded you that, every single day. And yet, you did that.

"I'm not hungry, thank you" you declined his offer to go to the small cafe near the school to eat a piece of cinnamon and apple cake. "You're sure? Your hands are trembling" he said as he observed them. "I drank a bit too much of coffee. Don't worry" you reassured him, Jaemin wondered how could you drink too much coffee during a school day but quickly brushed it off and walked you home.

You waved at him before entering your house, you let your bag fall on the wooden floor and walked up to your room. You threw yourself on your bed and stared at the ceiling, hearing your stomach grumble every now and then. You were hungry, very hungry. Your hands were shaking uncontrollably and you felt light headed. You took your phone and started searching for 'meanspos' to read to stop you from binging.

'Listen up, fat ass, you ain’t gonna have the perfect and desirable body I’m fucking working for if you keep on eating. So starve. No one will love you if you’re like this, ugly piggy. Just look at you. FUCKING LOOK AT YOU, YOU DISGUSTING BITCH. Can’t you see the amount of fat you have under your skin? Yeah, you see it? That’s right, it’s fucking horrible. All of this because you have 0 self-control, fat pig. Don’t fucking eat. -ANA’

You sat up and saw your reflection your mirror. You wanted to vomit, you looked disgusting. You stood up and walked to it, and piece by piece, you removed your clothes until you were in your underwears.

‘How can you even think that he loves you for real? Your body is a jiggling ball of fat. He’s just making fun of you, and if you still are sure that he loves you then you’re lying to yourself, ugly piggy’

You thought that Ana was always right.

So you started to avoid Jaemin.

You loved him, of course, but you were too ashamed by yourself and the fact that Ana said he didn’t love you back to actually face him.

You stopped answering his calls and his texts, you stopped going to the cafeteria during lunch time, you threw to the trash can all his sticky notes that asked if you could meet him somewhere, you refused to open your door when he visited you.

During the meantime, you starved yourself. You wanted to look beautiful for him so he could finally love you. You eventually stopped training because you weren’t able to keep up with your team mates. Your sport was way too intense for your body that had become so skinny and weak. But you still thought that you should lose weight -no, Ana told you to lose weight, so you listened to her.

Your parents? They didn’t even notice. They were too focused on their careers and themselves to worry about their daughter who was in total distress.

Jaemin, oh poor boy, was confused and saddened by your behaviour. He was sure it was his fault. You refused to talk to him. Why? The more he forced himself into your life, the more you pushed him away for no reason. He didn’t understand, he had tried to be the best boyfriend ever, but it seemed like he had failed. But he still tried. Not ready to give up on you (never gonna give you up, never gonna let you down, never gonna run around and hurt yOoOoOoOuUuUuUuU).

~~~

You were searching for a book for your history class in the town’s library. Since the morning, you were feeling weak but you tried to ignore it. Your legs felt a bit like jelly and you were light headed.

It was 7PM and all you had eaten that day was an apple.

“Where is this shit..?” you mumbled angrily, not finding what you were searching for. Your eyes roamed over the book shelves until you finally found the desired book.

“History of the Roman Empire” you read, you tried to get it but realised you were too short.

You jumped and tiptoed but in vain. It was way too high for you.

You started feeling weaker and weaker, your breath was short and your head was spinning. Everything was blurry, you tried to stay up so you placed your hand on the shelves to support yourself. You groaned and tried to walk out of the library for some fresh air, but you stumbled at every step you took.

“Y/N! Are you okay?” you heard a masculine voice call, you looked up and saw a figure running towards you.

Then, everything went dark.

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Ana was proud of you. You were even more skinny than the girls at your school! Congratualtions! But then, those ugly tubes started feeding you while you were asleep and Ana didn’t like that. She wanted you to at least look good in your grave, beautifully skinny. But this boy shattered all her plans. She didn’t like him either.

Your cold hands were held tightly in Jaemin’s warm ones. His head was resting on your side, his eyes were staring up at your thinned face. He was asked multiple times to leave but after seeing him in this condition -his eyes were red and puffy due to crying, he had almost black eye circles, he teared up everytime he was asked to leave, he spent hours on his knees next to you, holding your hand and talking to you, he looked pathetic- the nurses felt bad and let him stay.

“Listen up, Jaemin -I never thought I’d say this but- I’m worried for you. All you do is sitting here and waiting. You’ve been missing school for five days straight! I think you shou-” “I don’t care, Donghyuk.” the younger boy cutted, making him scoff in annoyance. “It isn’t healthy for you! You barely eat and sleep! Go at least get some fresh air! It’s not going to kill you! You need to also get some rest-” “No, no. I have to stay here, she needs me...” He shook his head. “She doesn’t need you. If she dies then she dies, death doesn’t worry if you’re there or not, Jaemin.” Donghyuk said, knwing that his words were hurtful but his friend needed to hear the truth once for all. “Why are you saying this?! You know she’s not going to...she’s not going to die!” Jaemin protested. “I thought you would have noticed after the amount of time you’ve been staring at her! She dying! Just look!” He yelled as he pointed at you. The younger boy looked at his friend with teary eyes. “D-Don’t ever say this again.” He whispered, his grip on your hand unconsciously tightening. “Stop lying to yourself. You know I’m right” Donghyuk stared down at him. “No! You’re not and you neve will!” he turned his head back to you, “He’s lying... I know you’ll wake up soon” he murmured. “You look pathetic. Just look at yourself! Your eyebags are almost black, you’re dirty, when was the last time you even showered! You’re hair is so messy! Jaemin, just face the truth! I know you’re sad but you have to get over it!”

“A-Ah... What is- What is happening?” Your quiet voice asked.

You were laying on a bed, Jaemin right infront of you was sitting on the floor and Donghyuk was standing by the door, a few feets away from your boyfriend who just started crying.

“She woke up! She woke up! I told you she would!” He shouted happily as tears streamed down his rosy cheeks. Haechan was pushed away by the door when a few nurses enterred the room in a hurry. “Please, could you go out? We need to do a few tests.” One of them asked, the two boys nodded and exited the room. They sat down on the hallway’s clean floor.

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“Mr. Na? You can come in” One of the nurses said as she peeked her head out from the room, Jaemin nodded and walked in.

There you were, smiling weakly at him. “Be gentle, she’s still very fragile” She smiled softly before leaving you two alone.

“Hello there” you murmured, he started tearing up, again. He sat on the floor next to your bed. “Don’t cry, I’m okay now” you said as you cupped his cheek with your hand, wiping his tears with your thumb. “But you weren’t and you’re still not fully alright... Why did you do this? I was so worried...” he whispered, you sighed, remembering everything that had happened. “I wanted to be beautiful for you...” you explained, he felt guilty. “But-But you’re already beautiful... No need to do this... Please, promise me you won’t do it again...” “I promise...” “I love you, Y/N. I’ll always do”

~FIN~ (donc voilà mdr je voulais mettre un p’tit truc en français pour les autres fans de NCT francophones)

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courageous-she · 6 years

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Our Little Secret- Part 2

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Part One

Peter Parker x TeenMom!Reader

Warnings: teen mom, fluff, dad!Peter, swearing? (like once or twice idek)

Summary: Having told Peter Parker and your friends Ned and MJ your secret, Peter you question whether you should tell other people at school as well. Meanwhile, Peter contemplates telling you his own secret.

a/n: So the first part of this fic had a really great reaction to it so thank you to anyone who liked, commented, reblogged, or messaged me! Here is part two, i truly hope you like it! Feel free to message me or send me an ask! Also reblog if you like it! :)

The weather was finally warming up and the second semester of your sophomore year at Midtown was coming to a close. You, Peter, Ned, and MJ were standing around Peter’s locker, waiting for him to grab his stuff so you could all walk out together. Finishing up, Peter took his hand in yours, glancing over and giving you a small smile. You and Peter have been officially dating since February, it being March now.

You’re Peter’s first girlfriend, so he wanted to make thing’s ‘official’ in the most romantic way he knew how, Valentine’s Day. You and he had gone out to a nicer-than-usual restaurant and he asked you to be his girlfriend over dessert. Of course, you said yes; no hesitation in your answer.

Now, three months later, you, your boyfriend (!), and your two best friends walked toward Finn’s pre-school. You had told Ned and MJ about Finn a couple of weeks after telling Peter. Your friends were, of course, absolutely supportive and they couldn’t wait to meet Finn. Your son is so spoiled with new people to babysit him on date-night and gets more toys and clothes than he needs.

“Are you still coming over tonight for movie night?” Peter asked as you approached the front of the pre-school. You mentally slapped yourself for not telling Peter the change in plans.

“Crap, Pete, I forgot to tell you that my mom left for a business trip today and I can’t come over. I have to watch Finn and it’s just going to be him and I all weekend.” You looked down at the ground, feeling guilty for getting Peter’s hopes up.

“Ned or MJ couldn’t babysit?” he asked, looking over his shoulder at his two conversing friends. They were a bit away from the two of you, giving you a little privacy, and them from seeing any PDA.

“I wasn’t going to ask that of them. I’m sure they don’t want to spend their Friday night watching my kid while you and I have a movie night. It’s not fair to them. But my mom will be back Sunday and we can study together if you want?”

Peter sighed and gave you a small smile. Leaning in to kiss you on the cheek he breathed out a small “okay” before turning to meet back up with his friends. You watched as they walked away before entering the building.

“Mama!” you heard your son’s voice whisper. You turned to see Finn standing on a stool by the window with Katie right behind him, trying to shush him.

“Sorry, Y/N. He woke up a bit early so we were watching the taxis. But then he saw you and wouldn’t leave the window until you came inside” Katie explained as Finn trotted over to you. You picked him up, smiling at how big he was getting, and placed a small kiss on his cheek.

“It’s alright, no worries!” you said before going into the staff-room with Finn to put your stuff down.

“Where did Peetuh go?” Finn asked, twirling a piece of hair on the top of his head. You laughed and walked him back into the classroom.

“Peter had to go home, but we’ll see him later”

“Tonight?”

“No not toni- well, I could ask if Peter wants to come over tonight? Would you like that? If Peter came over tonight?” You asked Finn, an idea coming to your head. Finn nodded his head and began munching on some snack that was placed out for the toddlers who were now waking up. You quickly pulled out your phone and sent Peter a message.

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As the last of the preschooler’s left, you placed Finn in his stroller and grabbed your backpack, heading outside. You carefully rolled the stroller down the ramp and around the corner.

“PEETUH!” Finn yelled. Peter was standing just around the corner, a smile on his face upon seeing you and Finn.

“Hey buddy!” Peter said. He crouched in front of the stroller to give Finn a high-five. Finn happily obliged and then looked around Peter, noticing the small duffel bag he had with him.

“Why you have a bag?” Finn pointed to the duffel and Peter laughed slightly, looking up at you.

“We’re going to have a sleepover!” This got Finn really excited because he absolutely loved Peter (of course) and always wanted Peter over to play with him. Peter laughed and stood up, grabbing his duffel, and walking around the stroller to place a kiss on your lips. “Thanks for inviting me” he smiled, grabbing the stroller and beginning to walk toward your apartment.

You figured that your mom wouldn’t mind if Peter spent the weekend overnight. She trusted him and adored how well he got along with Finley. She also knew that you weren’t going to make the same mistake twice, and that sometimes it’s easier to have a little help around.

After stopping to grab a pizza, the three of you finally made it home. Peter helped Finn out of his stroller and into his high-chair. You took the pizza into the kitchen, cutting a slice into small pieces and putting it on a Paw-Patrol plate. You placed the pizza and a sippy cup of milk in front of him as he reached out with “grabby” hands.

“Someone’s hungry” Peter laughed, grabbing a couple of slices and sitting down at the table.

“This kid can’t seem to get enough food” you chuckled while grabbing some slices as well and sitting across from Peter at the table. The three of you ate together, laughing occasionally at something Finn said or did. It was definitely entertaining to have a toddler around. You couldn’t believe he was going to be two in the coming month.

Finley finished his pizza and milk and simply yelled “ELSA” while throwing a fist in the air. Peter gave you a confused look as you grabbed the plates to put in the dishwasher.

“Yeah, Finn, we can watch ‘Frozen’. Give Mama a minute to clean up okay?” you said. Peter got Finn down from his high-chair and the two made their way over into the small living room. Finley plopped on the floor, and Peter on the couch behind him.

You came over, not too long later, and put the movie on. Finn was completely absorbed into the world that is Elsa and Ana, and you and Peter were snuggled up together on the couch. That didn’t last too long, however, as ‘Let it Go’ began to play.

“Mama, up!” Finn demanded, “Sing with me!” you chuckled, standing up (much to Peter’s protests) and scooped up your son. The two of you spun and danced around the room, singing along with Elsa. Little did you know that Peter got the absolute cutest video of you and Finn. Something to save for later he thought.

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As you got Finn changed and ready for bed, Peter cleaned up the mess that became of the living room. You were finishing up putting on Finn’s pajamas when Peter entered the room. He looked over the red and blue pajamas, chuckling silently to himself, Spider-man.

“Peetuh! Look at my pider-man pjs!” Finn said, jumping over to Peter.

“Those are so cool! I might have to get some!” Peter picked up Finn and sat down in the rocking chair next to his crib. Finn laughed and shook his head, telling Peter “no way Jose” before asking for a story.

You sat in the opposite corner of the room, watching your boyfriend and son animate the book together. It was the cutest thing you’d ever seen. How did I get so lucky? you thought.

It was a picture-perfect moment, which is exactly what you did. Silently capturing the moment, you made it your phone’s wallpaper. You were so caught up in the cute picture, you hadn’t noticed Peter trying to get your attention.

“Babe!” he whisper-shouted. You looked up from your phone to see a sleeping Finn resting on Peter. He didn’t want to move, in fear that he would wake Finn up. You stood up from your spot, gingerly picking up Finn and placing him in the crib. You leaned down to place a kiss on his forehead while Peter stood behind you his hand on your waist.

The two of made your way into your room, working around each other in the small space to get ready for bed. Peter climbed into bed after you were settled and on your phone. He noticed that you had Instagram open, a picture of him and Finn reading in the edit screen. Placing an arm around you he whispered,

“Thinking about posting something, babe?” Sighing, you turned around in his arms, locking your phone in the process. You placed your hands on his chest and looked up at him.

“I don’t know. I’m nervous about telling other people at school. I’ve told my best friends and that’s all that really matters to me.”

“What’s got you so nervous about telling everyone else at school?” Peter asked, “Ned, MJ, and I didn’t react negatively about it, and I don’t think anyone else will either” he reassured.

“I’m not worried about people judging me. I’m worried that they’re going to be nasty towards Finn and he doesn’t deserve that” you admitted, drawing circles on Peter’s chest out of nervousness. Peter sighed, finally understanding.

“Y/N, even if people at school are assholes, you have an entire group of people who love and support you and Finn. Nothing anyone says can damage that” Peter says placing a finger under your chin to get you to look at him. You nodded slowly and leaned up to kiss his lips.

Grabbing your phone, you opened Instagram again, ready to post the picture. You captioned it “My two favorite boys”, tagging Peter and then handing him the phone to look over. He smiled and handed it back to you. You looked at him one more time and finally hit POST. Peter kissed the top of your head, happy that you didn’t have to hide anymore.

“So, does that mean I can also post something about Finn?” Peter asked, a goofy smile on his face.

“Why? What do you have that you want to post?” you asked. Peter pulled out his phone, teasing you as if he wasn’t going to show you. When you finally wrestled the phone out of his hand, you watched the video he recorded earlier. You swiftly opened up the Instagram app and typed out a caption before posting.

“Hey! What did you write?” Peter whined, glancing down at his phone. He looked at the post, “He always gets more snuggles from my girlfriend than I do” with your profile tagged. After huffing slightly about not getting to write his own caption or whatever, you and Peter finally settled in to go to sleep. After tossing and turning a little to find a comfortable position for both of you, you closed your eyes ready to go to sleep. You heard Peter sigh before his hand started rubbing circles on your back.

“I have a secret of my own y’know” Peter finally whispered. Tiredness slowly consuming you, you merely hummed, letting Peter know he should continue. “I’m Spider-man.”

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deanssweetheart23 · 6 years

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Do you have any fics to recommend? I love the slow burn of angst and of course fluff, ALL THE FLUFF. I love Tennessee Whiskey and all of your stuff gets me feeling all warm and fuzzy, is there anything new coming up? Ive read nearly everything you’ve written at least three times, you’re my fave ༼ つ ͡° ͜ʖ ͡° ༽つ

My dear anon! I finally found time to reply to this and --hopefully, I won’t be an idiot and lose everything when I’m just a click away from posting. First of all, thank you so, so much for your kind words. I’m so glad you like it, this one’s a favorite of mine as well. And wow, three times? THANK YOU, you’re the best.

Now of course, I have fics to recommend because I read all the things. Let’s start, shall we?

@trexrambling: My sunflower. Jess. What can one even say about Jess? She’s amazing. The way she writes things, the feeling she puts into her work is just mind-blowing. Her characterisations are always on point and she writes all the sass. I love it.

Fics you should be reading: Through Your Eyes (seriously, I want this entire series tattooed on my body), Used To This, Falling Stars, 10 Reasons, Afraid of Home, Bite Me, For You, I Would

@percywinchester27: Ana. Ana is amazing, okay? She paints bright pictures with words and she knows how to create the most amazing, compelling and thick plots ever. Nothing in her writing is random and she writes the most amazing Weechester fics ever. Ever, I’m telling you.

Fics you should be reading: Stroke of Luck, Tic Tac Toe, Dee, Silences, It’s Him, Band-Aid, Peanut Butter and Banana Sandwiches.

@ravengirl94: Twin’s fics are just... Uh, what’s that word? Fan-frigging-tastic. The stories are realistic, perfectly paced, detailed and a perfect mix of fluff and angst and so much sarcasm.

Fics you should be reading: The Arrangement, Hold On, I’m Coming, Marry Me, This Can’t Be The End.

@atwistoffate: Okay, so this one has such a special place in my heart because I just love everything she writes. Like, if her fics were a man, I’d marry them. She just... She puts such emotion in her stories, love her characters so deeply and it’s...mind-blowing. I can picture myself reading her book while I sip my coffee in my favorite coffee shop, she’s so talented.

Fics you should be reading: Broken (hmm, yeah, it’s gonna break you), Ephemeral (SAME), How One Day Changed Everything, A Song For Your Heart (question: is the title inspired by James Blunt’s song Carry You Home because it reminds me of it so much), I love you too

@torn-and-frayed: Steph’s writing is frigging icredible. First of all, she gets Dean. She sees through his layers, understands and loves and accepts every aspect of him, flawed or not, and that is evident in her work. And then, she just has the most brilliant ideas ever. However. Grab a pack of tissues and some ice cream before diving into her masterlist, you’re gonna need them.

Fics you should be reading: Twist of Fate, Series Rewrite, Daddy’s Little Lovebug, Art Therapy, Little Things, Drugs Don’t Work (still not over that one, tbh)

@lipstickandwhiskey: Lips. I love Lips. Again, her characterization of Dean is 100% on point. Her writing is breath-taking, the things she can do with words mind-blowing and, if I’m being honest, what I admire the most about her fics is how she focuses on the relationship Dean have because they love and respect each other as personalities, without, however, excluding physical attraction. She just doesn’t make it the most important part and, to me, that’s beautiful.

Fics you should be reading: Hold The Line, Tape Hiss, Ferrum Gloria, Balconies, Bright and Warm, Words and Actions

@there-must-be-a-lock: I haven’t had the chance to really dive into the world of Lou’s writing, but I realized, from the very first sentence of hers I read, that she is phenomenal. She has a very unique, very amazing way of writing and going through her entire masterlist is in my bucket list.

Fics you should be reading: Let’s Get Married, Tiger Teeth, Heart of Gold.

@blacktithe7: Much like in Lou’s case, I haven’t had the chance to read as many fics as I want written by this brilliantly talented person. But I have read Erin’s series Forward and all I can say is that she is one magnificent writer. I don’t normally like RPFs for my own reasons, but she wove this story so perfectly and respectfully that it was impossible for me to ignore. A masterpiece, really.

Fics you should be reading: Forward (and I’m sure plenty others, but I have to read them first)

@sixtysevenandwhiskey: Annie’s relatively new when it comes to posting her work, but she is so good. Emotive, on point, detailed and dusted with love for Dean and Sam her fics are the best.

Fics you should be reading: Brother (one of my all time favorites), In The Wind, Stay, I’ve Got You

@masksandtruths: Rae is so amazing with words. So amazing. Her characters are always so well-rounded, she paints Dean’s and Sam’s portraits in depth and she comes up with brilliantly original stories. I was impressed from the very first sentence and I continue to be, every single time.

Fics you should be reading: anagrAMSTERDAM (this one is mind-blowing, I still think about it), Never Normal, This Time Around, Bless Your Heart

@hannahindie: Let me put it this way. Hannah is awesome. She works so hard on her fics and she loves doing so. Her work is beautiful and very different from the usual reader inserts in this site and it gives me a strong Stephen King vibe sometimes (Hannah, I really hope you like the guy, or please, just ignore this). And she gets our boys, you know?

Fics you should be reading: Wake up, Sammy, Love Games, Freaky Friday, Simple Man, If I Could Start Again, Memories, Brother, I’m Right Here, 67′ Chevy (this one is so good it will haunt me until the day I die), The Wedding Singer (a collab series with the amazing @pinknerdpanda. I haven’t had the chance to dive into Amanda’s world yet, but she’s talented and Barcelona and Ain’t No Sunshine are a proof of that).

@sunlightdances: Remember how I say I love it when talented writers nail Dean’s characterization? Well. Katie is definitely one of them. There’s something about her writing I can’t quite put my finger on, that gives it a very specific vibe. When I read her work, I feel like I’m wrapped up in Dean’s arms under my favorite blanket. She captures Dean’s softnesss perfectly, she lights on his rough edges perfectly, she’s just perfect.

Fics you should be reading:It’s So Clear Now, Now And Then, I Get A Little Lost, Don’t You Forget About Me (the fic that made me fall in love with her writing), Love Laid Down, Loving Everything You Do

@wheresthekillswitch: Lee is another writer I really want to read more closely. She is insanely talented and I could tell that much from the time I read Unspoken. It’s yet another Jensen series and, taking under consideration the fact I do not read RPFs often, you can understand how worth it this is. It’s a beautiful story about love in every shape and form, and fate and friendship and there’s so much love and respect for Jared and Jensen that it warms my heart.

Fics you should be reading: Unspoken (again, I’m sure plenty others, but I have to read them first, lol)

@imagining-supernatural: Last but not least, the master of original stories and mind-blowing plot twists and angst and fluff and perfection. Aubrey is so frigging talented and you can tell that by reading her stories. Sarcastic and brilliant, every single fic in her masterlist is worth a read.

Fics you should be reading: As It Seems (this one is so perfect and I am going to make a full-lenght post about it at some point), Break Up With Him, You’re Not There (this one still hurts), Down With Me (SO GOOD), Jealous!Dean Imagine

PS. I know I’m forgetting people and fics and, so, I ask all of you to be forgiving. This is just a list on the top of my head, but there are many more writers I love. Hopefully, I’ll be able to make a post about them soon, as well.

Also. Regarding my writing plans I HAVE SO MANY.

I’m currently working on a new, quite angsty fic ( @torn-and-frayed said you can blame her, lol), featuring demon!Dean. It’s mostly written, so hopefully, I can post it sometime after next week.

Then, there’s a very fluffy fic coming right after that, in which we see the five times Dean Winchester almost kisses the reader and the one time he actually does.

I’m planning to work on Somewhere Only We Know Part III after that fic is posted.

A fluffy slash crack-ish drabble (?) based on a prompt sentence by my sunflower @trexrambling is coming right after that and

I’m guessing the next part of Always is next, if everything goes according to plan. And so many more things I want to work on.

So, that’s it, dear anon. Please forgive my looong reply, I hope I could help. Don’t hesitate to send me another ask if you want something else, I love talking to you, guys

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thing-you-do-with-that-thing · 7 years

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Women United

Characters: Y/N Ackles, Danneel Ackles, Jensen Ackles, Jared Padalecki, Genevieve Padalecki

Pairing: Danneel x Reader x Jensen

Warnings: J2 being J2. And Kari being Kari and wishing Ana a happy bday in her own way!

Word Count: 1100ish

A/N: Happy birthday Ana @percywinchester27 - I love you sweetheart. Please don’t kill me ;)

Thanks to the ever amazing @mysupernaturalfics for betaing this one for me.

***My fics are not to be saved nor posted on any other sites without my express written permission.***

You were laying on the hotel room bed with a pout on your face, flicking through the channels, not really in the mood to watch anything. The only thing you were in the mood for was to strangle your moron husband and his idiotic best friend, but you were pretty sure murder was frowned upon even in Canada.

“Urgh,” you growled when your phone rang for what seemed to be the one millionth time that evening. You tossed yourself across the bed, laying on your stomach to reach the phone in your jeans you had shed along with your bra before jumping into bed. You intent had been to turn the pestering thing off, but when you saw your wife’s face flash across the screen rather than your husbands, you thought better of it.

You missed Danneel. It had been your first birthday you hadn’t spent with her since the three of you got together. In your mind, it had been a consolation that at least you still got to spent the day with Jensen until the douche nozzle had messed that up too. You quickly rolled back onto the bed to sit against the headboard before answering the phone.

“Hi, Dani.”

“Y/N/N, thank God! Where are you? Jensen has been texting and calling me like crazy. I just woke up to like 30 messages and missed calls. What happened? Where are you, sweetie?” Danneel rambled, instantly making you feel a little guilty for worrying them that much. That was right up until the image of the clown waving at you after jumping out in front of you, scaring you half to death, reentered your mind.

“Hiding at the Pinnacle,” Y/N muttered into the phone. “I am sorry I scared you, Dani. I didn’t think our jackass husband would freak out and call you.” The pout on your lips was more than visable in your voice and Danneel sighed deeply though the phone.

“Oh dear. What did those two idiots do this time?” she asked and you couldn’t help but smile a little, impressed with how well she knew your husband. If he had gotten himself into trouble with you on your week shooting in Vancouver, it seemed only logical to her that Jared had been part of whatever landed Jensen in the shithouse.

“They took me to a restaurant,” you started to explain and the tears started to press against your eyes at the memory. “It had clowns,” you voice came out barely above a whisper, while Danneels on the other hand was a shriek.

“They did not?!”

“They did. And one jumped out in front of me and it hugged me,” you tattled feeling a bit better hearing the anger in your wife’s voice.

“Oh, they are getting their asses handed to them,” Danneel fumed, before you started begging her to not tell them where you were. You knew you were acting like a child, but you really didn’t want to see Jensen or Jared anymore tonight. You just wanted to sleep and try and suppress the memory of today ever happening from your mind.

“Sweetie, I know they were acting like morons but they both love you and Jay is really worried. How about I tell him to just not stop by okay?” Danneel tried to reason with you and you instinctively stuck your bottom lip out sulking like a small kid even if you knew she couldn’t see you.

“Okaaaay,” you drew out the word, causing Danneel to laugh, a sound that never failed to put a smile on your lips.

“You sound like Birdie,” Danneel teased making you giggle.

“Well, she one of the cutest kids I know so I am not gonna take that as an insult,” you sassed back, making Danneel laugh harder, before she started talking again.

“We are going to get them back don’t you worry. I am texting Gen right now. She just told me she is gonna get a giant 3D bear poster to hang in their hallway welcoming Jared home Friday,” she revealed, making you snort with laughter. Jared really hated bears, so much he actually downloaded a bears scaring app to his phone even if he lived in Texas. Jensen and you had both made fun of him for it more than once, but a poster like that would be the perfect revenge. You’re only regret was that you weren’t going to see his reaction.

“Can you ask her to set up the Nanny Cam in the hall to though?” you giggled, making Danneel laugh.

“Oh you bet! And we are posting both that video and the one we are gonna get of Jensen’s reaction to the 20 vintage dolls I am planning on decorating our hall with to our instagrams.”

You were now almost rolling of your bed laughing, so happy that you had decided to take your wife’s call. No matter how you felt Danneel always had a way of making you feel better. Tonight had been no exception.

When the two of you finally stopped laughing, Danneel’s tone drop sultry drawl, “and when you get home baby, I am gonna show you what your birthday should really had been like. We are gonna spend all day in bed, while Jay watches the kids,” Danneel promised and an involuntary moan fell from your lips.

You knew just how giving Danneel could be and she never failed to make good on her promises. This weekend was going to be a happy one, even if Jensen was going to be sulking for the better part of it. He earned that.

“You know darling? I think you just replaced the nightmare I was going to have with a very wet dream of you between my legs,” you teased, in your most seductive tone making Danneel giggle.

“I’m glad to be of service,” she answered you, the smile in her voice evident. “Just try and not to kill our husband tomorrow? I am kinda attached to his dorky, idiotic ass.”

“Yeah... “ you sighed laying back on the bed, closing your eyes, exhausted from the day’s events and long hours filming, “he does have a nice ass.”

“Go to sleep you dirty bird,” Danneel laughed, knowing your mind tended to go straight into the gutter the moment you started getting sleepy and you smiled already feeling yourself drift off.

“Mmmkay. Night Dani. I love you,” you answered, hearing Danneel make a kissy noise into the phone and her declaration of love was the last thing you heard before dreamland called you.

“I love you too, Y/N/N. Sweet dreams, my love.”

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