#sorry i went off topic but look at em

[kimpossibly]

THE CHAIN -> e. roundtree PART ONE: drummers' curse

PAIRING: eddie roundtree x fem!reader WARNINGS: mentions of minor injuries (NOTE: some warnings for this story include MAJOR spoilers for this series down the line, so I'll put those beneath the cut. If you don't want to get the story spoiled, then just ignore it ― but I did want to provide the chance for you to get an idea of how the story will go later down the line if you have any sensitive topics you'd like to avoid. please prioritize your mental wellbeing!)

AUTHOR'S NOTE: Apologies in advance for making Y/n the drummer and putting Warren on rhythmic guitar. I just loooooooove female drummers. Also can you tell that I love Karen and Camila? Because I love them with alllllll my heart and soul. Another sorry in advance because this one may break your heart a little ― it sure broke mine. NOTES ON THE WORK: I used the timeline from the book, mostly because I couldn't keep track of it in the show haha. I read the book twice before watching what episodes of the show were out, so the lines may blur between the two. For your convenience (and mine, tbh), I'll put the year all the characters were born underneath this note so you can reference it when you need to. I just couldn't keep track honestly. I think in the show they start the band when Graham is fourteen, but in the book he's around 18 when they add Warren on, so it's kind of confusing?? I decided to stick with the book because it was a more physical timeline. Anyways, enough talking, here's your guide! ― YEARS BORN (in order of age) Billy Dunne -> 1947 Camila Dunne -> 1949 Graham Dunne -> 1949 Warren Rhodes -> 1949 Eddie Roundtree -> 1949 Daisy Jones -> 1951 Y/n L/n -> 1951

WARNINGS (SPOILERS INCLUDED): reader has a terminal illness. Discussions about death and loss, depictions of grief, hospitals

It's no secret that the renowned 1970s band Daisy Jones & The Six went through its fair share of ups and downs. Until their inexplicable split on July 12, 1979, they were undeniably one of the biggest bands in the world. While a more detailed account of the band's history will be recounted in a more thorough transcript, this advanced edition will focus specifically on two of the band members: Eddie Roundtree and Y/n L/n. More specifically, it will focus on their individual and combined roles they played in the band's eventual downfall.

THE RISE OF THE SIX (1965 - 1972)

GRAHAM: Y/n grew up next door to us. She was a little younger, two years or so, so we never really gave her a second look. Until the day she wandered into our garage during band practice out of nowhere. She practically ripped the drum sticks out of Chuck's hand and just started...wailing on 'em. I mean, she could make your head spin. Here was this thirteen, fourteen year old girl next door, this kid, and she was the best fuckin' drummer we'd seen. I mean, in the neighborhood. She wasn't Mitch Mitchell, but she was the closest thing we had. And she was too good to be shoved in the back with a tambourine. But we couldn't just take Chuck's spot away and hand it over to the new girl.

CHUCK: I knew right then and there that they wanted to give my spot to the new girl. There was no doubt in my mind. And, you know what? I got it. This chick was good. Way too good. Did I feel threatened by her? Hell yeah, I did. And at the time I probably wanted to tell her to screw off, but now...now I get it.

EDDIE: She was good. Amazing, actually. Graham and I looked at each other and knew that she was something we'd be stupid to pass up on.

BILLY: When Chuck told us he wanted out, we were pissed, of course. We were heading off to open for Winters that week. It felt like things were going to look up, just like I always knew they would, and he was ditching. I know now that that wasn't really what it was ― he'd gotten into college, fan-fucking-tastic. It was a good opportunity for him, a sure thing. But right then it felt like a betrayal.

WARREN: So he ditched, and Billy just turned right to Eddie and said, "Go tell Y/n she's in." And he was just...terrified.

EDDIE: I said, "why me?" You know? It wasn't my band, it was Billy's. And here he was, ordering me to tell some new girl she was in. I was fifteen and could barely ask a waitress for ketchup. At the time, that was probably the last thing I wanted to do.

GRAHAM: He asked why it had to be him, and I told him the truth: he was the least intimidating. Billy, you know him. He had a tendency to get too focused on the task at hand and could get a little...harsh. And Warren? He had one of the biggest personalities you could find. He'd scare her off before we had a chance to offer her the spot...[Pauses] I probably could've done it, in all honesty. I just didn't want to screw it up. Eddie was better with words than I was, and we needed her in our band. Badly.

EDDIE: And I remember thinking, "Here goes fucking nothing."

The doorbell ringing was what got her attention. No one ever used the doorbell. It was always a knock ― that, or someone just walked in. The L/n's front door was hardly ever locked back then. Y/n's mom was a nurse, formerly a school nurse. She didn't want to risk the chance that some kid took a spill and had to limp home on an injured leg. So all the neighborhood knew, if you got hurt playing outside, you could march on over to Miss L/n's place to get yourself fixed up.

Y/n had her own share of walk-ins, too. By the time she was ten, she had seen her mom help out enough kids that she was practically a nurse herself. She could disinfect and bandage and stitch up any old case that walked through her front door. And if someone who was too busted up for first aid? She knew where the keys to the family Winnebago was and how to drive herself and them to the local hospital. She was only fourteen and didn't have a license, but it didn't matter. She was a safer driver than most everyone else on the road.

So when someone rang the doorbell, she assumed that it was someone too injured to knock. She grabbed the car keys and made sure her suture kit was within reach.

When she opened the door, she didn't see the blood and broken bones she was expecting. Instead, Eddie Roundtree stood on her front porch, hands shoved anxiously in his pockets. He looked all right, but that didn't stop her from asking: "You're not hurt, are you?"

"Um. No," Eddie said quickly, taking his hands out of his pockets.

"Okay," she said slowly, eyes narrowing. "Do you want to come in?"

"Yeah, sure."

Y/n turned and walked further into the house, prompting him to close the door and follow her. She led him to the kitchen. "Lemonade? I made it this morning," she offered, already opening the fridge.

EDDIE: That jug of lemonade was bigger than she was. [Laughs] I could barely watch her get it down. I was afraid she'd drop it on her foot. But she just took her time getting it from the fridge to the table. I found out later that her mom bought a pound of lemons a week because Y/n wanted something to offer every kid that came through their front door. [Pauses]. She was just like that.

He gave a nod. Y/n stood on her toes to grab two glasses from the cabinet. She poured one glass, hands shaking from the weight of the jug, and Eddie realized that this awkward silence was probably the best time to transition into his real reason for visiting.

"Chuck left the band."

"Oh," she said simply. "Sorry."

"Don't be."

She paused, looking confused. And Eddie, who's will to live was slowly draining from this conversation alone, raced to finish what he had (awkwardly) started.

"I just mean that...you're in. The band. If you want to be our drummer, you're in."

Y/n paused mid-pour, setting the pitcher down on the counter carefully. She turned around until her back pressed into the kitchen counter, arms crossed over her chest. "And you thought I'd jump at the chance to join?"

"No. No," Eddie said quickly. "We just wanted to offer you the spot if you still wanted it."

"Did I say that I wanted it?"

"No, but―"

"Okay, just making sure," she handed him a glass and hopped up onto the counter, crossing her legs underneath her. "So you need a drummer?"

"Yes. Badly."

She took a sip from her glass and paused, as if weighing her options in her mind. She swallowed. "Are there any other girls in the band yet?"

EDDIE: Yet. Like she knew it was going to happen. It was just a matter of time.

"No, not yet." he replied.

"Then be honest with me: are you guys sleazeballs?"

EDDIE: Sleazeballs. She didn't sugarcoat things. She wanted to know if we were creeps or if we'd let her play drums in peace. I get that, one hundred percent. but back then, it felt like she was trying to accuse us of something.

"No," he said quickly, "Well...Warren can be a little much, but he means well."

She took another slow sip, once again weighing her options in her mind. "When's your next gig?"

"We play pretty much every night, wherever we can find. It might take us a bit to teach you the songs, but―"

"I can learn them," she said confidently. "How soon do you need someone?"

"Soon as possible."

EDDIE: By then, I was terrified she'd say no. All these questions and never once did she seem really interested in joining. I was already trying to figure out which of us would be the least shit at the drums.

"Okay. I'm in."

EDDIE: And that was it. She said yes. I didn't appreciate how much she'd saved our asses right then, but I was relieved. That was for sure.

GRAHAM: Eddie came back, told us she said yes. She couldn't join practice until her mom got home ― she didn't want the house to be empty if some injured kid wandered by ― so we had about an hour and a half to teach her every song.

BILLY: She picked 'em up like [snaps] that. Never doubted it for a single second, either. Once she knew it, she knew it.

EDDIE: She showed up to the first gig in overalls and sneakers. She let Camila put a little makeup on her, too, but we could all tell she hated it.

CAMILA: She was sweet. And, surprisingly, a little shy. I could tell she was a little scared of the boys. That's why she was a little cold to them at first. But she was just the coolest kid. I mean, fourteen years old and joining a rock band? She was a little rockstar, right off the bat. She asked me to put some makeup on her before her first gig with the band. When I gave her a mirror after and asked her what she thought, she said, "I like it, but it makes me feel like a doll. Not a drummer." She liked the glitter the most, though. It became her trademark. She put it on her cheeks, in her hair, everywhere that would catch the light. She'd come off stage and you'd see a little pile of sparkles behind the drum set.

EDDIE: Right off the bat, first gig. It was enough to freak anyone out. She joined the band six hours ago, learned the songs three hours ago, and now she was playing in a club to a couple dozen people. It seems so small now, but back then? It was like starting at Wembley.

Y/n shook out her hands for the eighth time. It wasn't about loosening up for the gig anymore, she just needed something to do that didn't involve throwing a punch or screaming at the top of her lungs. She looked up at Billy, standing at the front of the group, cool and calm as ever, and she had the distinct urge to kick him in the shin. Why did he get to be so calm when she was right behind him, on the verge of throwing up?

She turned to anxiously twisting a single drum stick between her fingers, around and around, faster and faster. Eventually it became so mindless that she barely noticed as the stick slipped from her fingers, clattering to the floor. She bent to retrieve it quickly, hoping no one had noticed.

But, of course, someone did.

"Hey," Eddie said, looking back at her.

"Warren knocked it out of my hands." she said quickly.

Eddie glanced over at Warren, who was a solid two feet ahead of her, physically unable to have knocked a drum stick out of her hands. Y/n knew from that glance that he could see right through her lie. Now she really wasn't in the mood to talk.

EDDIE: She was terrified. And she was lying her ass off about it. I didn't want to run the risk that she choked up in the middle of the show and screwed up our set. So I figured I'd just, talk. And if she wanted me to screw off, she'd tell me. She had a way of saying exactly what she wanted.

"You've heard of the Drummer's Curse, right?" he asked.

She frowned in a way that told him no, she did not.

"First, there's the obvious stuff: drummers have to lug around the most shit out of anyone in the band. Drums sets are heavy and expensive, so there's that. But the worst part is that they're easy to overlook, you know? They're at the back of the stage behind all this shit, everyone stands in front of 'em. Drummers can fade into the background real easy. The best drummers can outshine anyone else onstage. You'll do that one day, but if you're freaked out now, just let yourself fade a little. You'll play better than anyone up there and the crowd'll know it, but you can let them focus on someone else if you want. You get what I'm saying?"

EDDIE: For a second, I thought she was going to punch me.

But then she nodded, wiped off some of the pink lipstick Camila had put on her with the back of her hand, and pushed her bangs to the side. "Drummers' Curse, huh?"

"Some people believe in it, some don't."

"And you?" she asked, turning to him. "Do you believe in that kind of stuff?"

Eddie paused. Shrugged. "Sure. Seems true enough to me."

Y/n nodded. "I don't. It sounds like bullshit to me."

Eddie frowned. She looked up at him. "I'm not going to let myself fade because I'm scared. I signed up for this, you know. The least I can do is own my place. If I outshine you, it's just because I'm that good," she said matter-of-factly. "I will need help carrying the stuff, though."

EDDIE: I didn't know what to say. I mean, [laughs] what the hell do you say to that?

He felt like he'd had the rug pulled out from under him. And then, he surprised himself: he laughed.

And Y/n surprised herself then, too ― she smiled.

EDDIE: That was just...[Shakes head. Smiles.] I don't know.

"I think we can manage that." he said with a smile.

"Ladies and gentlemen...The Dunne Brothers!"

WARREN: If I were still the guy I was back then, I would completely undersell her to you right now. I'd tell you she was an average drummer who was more in it for the thrill than the craft. But that wasn't it at all. She got up there and she just...shined.

GRAHAM: We all knew she'd be scared before the first gig. In fact, she looked about ready to throw up when they announced us on stage. But the second she hit those lights, it was like she was a different person. She waved and smiled like she'd done it a hundred times. The only other person I'd seen do that ― I mean really become another person on stage ― is Billy.

BILLY: That first show with Y/n was a little bit of a trainwreck. We were at least a half beat behind the entire show. And I'm not saying I blame her, but she was new and shiny. We got through it just fine, but I think we all felt it wasn't our best show.

WARREN: That show was bitchin'.

GRAHAM: It was a great show.

WARREN: Back in those days, we'd get off stage and start cheering for ourselves like we'd just won the goddamn lottery. Somewhere along the way, that stopped. We'd just pat each other on the back, say 'good job,' and that was that. But when Y/n got backstage? She was screaming and yelling like it was the best night of her life. And all of us joined in without a second thought ― well, maybe all of us except Billy. He was kind of a hard ass, even then. None of us had ever heard this girl talk louder than a glorified whisper, and then she came out of nowhere with this full-body scream. And who did she run to? Well, I think you can guess.

CAMILA: She just about jumped into Eddie's arms.

Adrenaline is a funny thing. For one, the effect is had on different people can be vastly different depending on who it was. Some people mellowed out, some people amped up. Y/n fell into the second category.

The second she got off the stage, a giddy laugh ripped from her chest, turning more into a scream of triumph halfway through. She was buzzing. Literally. Her hands felt numb ― or, more accurately, they felt like they felt more. Everything she touched was sharp and blinding.

The next person to join in on the screaming and jumping around was Warren. Then Graham. Then Eddie. And then, reluctantly, Billy. Eddie was the last to come off stage, slinging his guitar off his shoulders, and Y/n, without thinking much about it, ran straight to him, leaping directly into his unsuspecting arms.

The others were too hyped up on their own adrenaline rushes to notice that anything out of the ordinary had happened. She wrapped her legs around his waist hanging onto him like a koala. And Eddie, who couldn't deny adrenaline, held onto her back without a second thought.

After a moment, she leaned back, arms still wrapped around his neck, faces inches apart. "Drummers' curse, huh?"

EDDIE: She didn't fade. She couldn't, not even if she tried.

Eddie just smiled and shook his head. "Sounds like bullshit to me."

#daisy jones and the six #daisy jones & the six #daisy jones and the six fanfiction #daisy jones & the six fanfiction #eddie loving #eddie roundtree #eddie roundtree x reader

[wolfjackle-creates]

Answer My Call Chapter 2 Part 1

What's this? Two posts for WIP Wednesday??? I said I was gonna spoil you guys. Now, I originally planned to do Carry Your Heart. Figured the top and bottom choices from the WIP Wednesday poll would be fun. But both stories are at a point where Danny is taking Jason to Frostbite and I just didn't feel like writing the same scenario twice, even if the details and POV are totally different.

So I went to the third place option.

If you want a say in what I work on this week, check out the poll!

Story Summary: Jazz, Sam, and Tucker manage to help Danny escape the GIW, but they can't follow him and are under too much surveillance to communicate with each other. Sam snuck Danny a phone as he ran and Jazz sends him a text every day, hoping to hear he is all right. But he's not the one getting the texts.

Jason was away for several months on a mission with the Outlaws. When he finally returns home, he is surprised to find dozens of messages from an unknown number begging a Danny to tell her he's okay. Looks like there's not going to be a break between missions this time around.

Chapter 1: AO3 (user locked), Tumblr

Word Count: 1.5k

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Jazz tapped her finger on her phone as she waited for the Dunkin employee to call out her order. Red Hood was supposed to arrive any minute. She’d left her dorm a full two hours ago and led Agents K and O on a merry chase through Boston before finally losing them at Quincy Market. Then she’d doubled back and was now near Northeastern. She had no reason to be here, so hopefully it’d take a little longer to track her down.

And that’s when she felt it—a ghost or liminal was nearby.

Pushing his way in the building was a tall man with a red beanie covering dark hair. He had on an unbuttoned flannel jacket over a Dumpty Humpty T-shirt and jeans with a backpack slung over one shoulder. He glanced around before his eyes settled on her and he grinned.

“Hey, Jazz, right?” He held out his hand. “I’m Todd.”

Jazz couldn’t say anything and just stared in horror. Red Hood couldn’t be liminal. Had she just led another liminal to the guys in white? Did he even realize he was considered an ecto-entity under the anti-ecto acts she’d introduced him and Red Robin to?

“Jazz? Are you okay?” he asked, dropping his hand.

“Order for Jazz!” called out the barista.

Jazz shook herself and grabbed her drink with a smile for the employee. Then she grabbed Todd’s elbow and dragged him over to the tables.

“Sorry, I just wasn’t expecting—” she cut herself off. She had no idea what he knew and what he didn’t. And the agents could come get them at any moment. Instead she pulled out her phone started turning off every security setting. “Never mind. Do you want anything?” she asked with a gesture at her own drink.

“I’m all right. But, are you? What happened?”

Jazz let out a laugh; if the way Todd’s eyes widened was any indication, it was a tad more hysterical that she would’ve liked. “Nothing. Absolutely nothing happened.” She looked down at his shirt. “My brother loves Dumpty Humpty, you a music fan?”

He seemed nonplussed at the topic change but shrugged. “Sure. Music is good, but I stole this shirt from one of my brothers. I don’t know if I could name a single song by them. How about you?”

Jazz grinned and forced herself to relax as she logged out of her school email on her phone. “I’m a huge fan of any sort of self-expression, including music. Actually, my plans for tonight involve music, so I hope you like the indie scene. Might be a bit intense for a first date, but I’ve always figured, why not jump right in? Show ‘em the crazy from the start and see if they can keep up.” She leaned forward over the table and winked at him. “Think you’ll be able to keep up?”

Todd played the game perfectly and looked her up and down like they really were about to start a first date. “With you, sweetheart, I’ll follow anywhere you lead.”

Jazz laughed and stood. “Come on, then. We’re going on an adventure.”

Todd grinned and joined her. “Lead the way.”

Once out of the building, Jazz led them away from the university. This being Boston, it wasn’t long before they came across a homeless man begging on the side of the street.

Wincing internally, she gripped Todd’s arm and said loudly, “Honestly, I don’t know why the cops don’t do a better job of keeping away the beggars.”

Todd looked at her in surprise. “What are you talking about? They have a right to exist and we should help them.”

“They’re probably fine. Everyone knows they only use the money they’re given on drugs and alcohol.” She pretended to glance at her phone before reaching back to shove it in her back pocket. Only to miss so it fell to the ground. “Ew, he’s looking at us. Come on, let’s cross the street.”

She could feel the way Todd tensed at her words, but he let himself be led across the street.

As soon as they were out of hearing shot, he turned to her and hissed, “What the hell was that?”

Jazz glanced back and saw the man picking up her phone. She looked away before he could catch her looking. “Come on, I’ll explain.” She grabbed Todd’s hand and led him down an alley to a much busier street. “I had to ditch my phone. I logged out of everything and left it unlocked so he can use it or resell it. I needed to make sure he wouldn’t try to return it to me and, well, what better way than being the worst person you can imagine?”

And now he was staring, open mouthed.

“They’ve had remote access to my phone for months and I couldn’t let them track us!” she insisted. Habit had her looking around for any sign of a white suit.

“Who can’t find us?”

Jazz shook her head. “The guys in white. Look, this is too public. I can’t say much else here. But meeting you, everything had to change. You’re in danger just by being near me and I refuse to be the reason you get hurt.”

“Why am I in danger?”

“Later!” Jazz hissed before wincing and looking around. She forced a smile back on her face and asked, in as normal a tone as she could manage, “What time is it? Do you know?”

He looked down at his phone. “Uh, looks like it’s almost five.”

“Oh great! Plenty of time for us to get something to eat before I bring you to our surprise destination.”

And from there, Jazz led Todd on a convoluted tour of Boston. They grabbed food at the Pru, then she took him to the green line. Where they traveled four stops before she jumped up in feigned surprise that they were on the wrong branch. So then they got off and hopped on the train going in the opposite direction.

Which was where she wanted to be going all along.

For once, she was happy the orange line was still under construction, because the shuffle of passengers from trains to buses and back just made their journey that much more complicated and harder to follow.

By the time they finally got to their stop, the sun had mostly set. The station was mostly empty and Jazz looked around for any sign of white suits or vans, but even when she didn't see any, she couldn't relax.

“Where are we going?” Todd asked for probably the dozenth time.

Jazz rolled her eyes. “We’ll be there in five minutes and then you’ll find out.”

She led him to the street, the crosswalk had lights over it, but the rest of the road was shrouded in darkness. They ran across without waiting for the walk symbol.

Once they crossed what was basically a divided highway, Jazz led them along the poorly lit and cracked sidewalk. Ahead of them they were approaching a river.

“It’s before the river,” muttered Jazz to herself. “Is this it?” She hesitated at the top of a sloping, unpaved drive that led to an industrial building that sat on the waterfront. “I think so. Apparently this building used to be a coffin factory. Cool, huh?”

“I don’t care for coffins,” was Todd’s terse reply.

Jazz flinched slightly. She knew he was death-adjacent. Should’ve known better than to mention coffins. “Right, sorry. Well, they aren’t made here anymore.” She made her way down the steep drive, Todd a step behind her.

“What is it now?”

“Apartments, I believe.”

Once at the bottom, she looked around and saw the old loading dock. Entering, she looked for the door on the left.

Only to hesitate once more. Two doors were on the left. She hadn’t heard anything about there being two doors. Taking a chance, she opened the first one.

Inside was a table where two women sat in front of a metal box. On the wall were a set of pegs already mostly filled with coats. And inside milled probably thirty or forty people.

The women smiled at Jazz. “Hi, have you two been here before?”

Jazz shook her head and pulled two twenties out of her wallet. “No. But I had a classmate come here and tell me about it. When I realized you had something going on tonight when I had a date? Figured it was a great place to come with my partner!”

She laughed. “We’re definitely unique here at the Night Cap.” She stamped their hands. “Show starts in half an hour, but feel free to mingle until then. Bathroom’s through the kitchen.”

“Thanks! We’re looking forward to tonight.”

Todd nodded his own thanks and followed Jazz into the room.

“What are we doing here?” he whispered in her ear.

“Hiding,” she whispered back. “I’ve never been here before. Never even taken this stop on the T before. When we leave here, we’ll get a motel room or something and I’ll tell you everything.”

“Is this necessary?”

“Without a doubt.”

Jazz could tell Todd didn’t fully believe her, but he dropped it. Jazz found a few people who were discussing that evening’s performers and the two of them joined the conversation.

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Part 2

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So, I had a lot of fun with this section. The place Jazz takes Jason to? Real place. Though Night Cap isn't what the residents call it. Honestly, the real name is also impossible to google. If you don't know it exists, you would never find it (why Jazz runs from the GIW there). Out of respect for the residents of the apartment, though, I changed the name. I went to a show there and it was super weird trying to find it. Like, the directions in my email seriously said "enter the loading dock of the former coffin factory, find the door on the left, and slip the person standing there $10-20 cash. Don't touch anyone's personal belongings, please."

As we waited for the bathroom during set break, two of the residents were cooking dinner at the stove and we were chatting about how Regan was the worst.

10/10 would go again.

Anyone who has spent any time in Boston knows what I mean about the T being under construction. Annoying as hell, but it worked out for Jazz this time.

(The T is the name of the Boston train/subway system.)

The Pru refers to the Prudential building. The bottom level(s) are full of restaurants and shops (basically a high end shopping mall) and upper levels are offices. The top level is an observation deck that's open to the public, though I've never been.

#dpxdc #jaosn todd #jazz fenton #eventual anger management ship #i may have flexed my boston knowledge #this chapter is totally self indulgent #but the plot is about to ramp up #just need to get jazz confident they'll have privacy #and she has good reason to be paranoid #jason is just along for the ride

[coffeewithcocoa]

Drunk Confessions—Part 2 Final

Part 1

Human Alastor x Male Reader

Warnings: Fluff//Suggestive Language//Romantic Relationship//FEMALES DNI

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His smile faltered as the words were running through his head. I love you. Did you actually, or was it just a hoax? Could it possibly be that you were drunk, maybes. Only you would know until you spill it to him. Alastor had his eyes stuck to you. Breathing was shallow as his mind couldn’t leave the topic until you told the truth.

A friend from childhood

There’s no way that you could possibly love someone like him. The thoughts that were racing in him head made him want to cry. Want him to drop his smile, his gentleman act so he can cry. ‘Why do I feel like this?!’

He doesn’t want to reject him because as much as it’s wrong, he has feeling for him too. Shoved deep into his mouth, down his throat and out his ass, but there still feelings. Feelings that he didn’t know how to act upon because he’s not used to it. Alastor’s smile rose up again before he admitted to laughter.

It’s a joke.

He was a radio host and he knows jokes when he sees one. Yet if this was a joke then..he still couldn’t tell. ‘Why are emotions so hard?!’ He told himself as he tried to control his laughter. Alastor began to shake at the thought before someone barged into the booze cellar.

Alastor’s eyes went up to the person who had walked in very rudely. Then again, this isn’t the exact place that one should be in. “Well if it isn’t the fucking radio bitch.” Husk smiled at Alastor. He heard in in some of the convo between the two of you, until you passed out of course.

“He..” Alastor tried to talk but words weren’t forming correctly. “I know, I heard it. Now get the fuck out.” Husk grumbled as he shooed Alastor. Husk went down and picked up your limp figure, the smell of booze reeked on you.

“Here, take ‘em.” He put you in Alastor’s arms. Walking off to go back to whatever he was doing before getting distracted with listening in. Alastor looked around for a place he can set you while the place died down. Finding a nice seating area, Alastor, gently, placed you in the booth so you were comfortable until you awoke from the influenced state.

Alastor ordered a few drinks here and there as he waited for Mimzy and Husk to be done so they all could walk together. A water waiting for you until you woke up. Your sleeping figure still on the comforted bench. The place had died down some more, only five people being there to help clean up the mess.

A yawn left your mouth as your eyes drifted to the water in front of you then to Alastor, who was looking somewhere else. A slight pang in your head as you could barely remember anything you did that night or in the cellar.

With a slight movement to grab the water, Alastor’s eyes shot towards you. Seeing that you were now awake he moved closer to you. Not wanting to bring up and of the events of what happened not to long ago. “Are you alright Cher?” His eyes soft along with his voice.

You nodded slowly and rubbed your eyes, grabbing the water that still had the ice cubs in it. Taking a long drink Alastor asked. “Do you remember anything that happened?” He looked away as almost he was embarrassed from the subject.

You couldn’t tell he was sweating. He was hiding it to well. “Surprisingly..I do.” You placed the glass down with a small ‘clink.’ Alastor tried to hold in a choke, swallowing it and asking another question. “Was it true, dear?”

This time you looked away. “Yes.” You mumbled out. “I’ve been holding in those feeling for a while. I don’t exactly know what came over me but when I was under the influence I lost my own fight and ended up telling you.” You sighed, “I’m sorry if I made things uncomfortable.”

The room went silent. It was as if no one was there but you and Alastor. The air was thick as no one said a word. That’s when Alastor spoke. “Its quite alright dear. If I’m being honest with myself..I feel the same way.” He slowly looked over to you, you doing the same and both locking eyes with each other.

You swallowed a lump in your throat and chuckled. “Really?” He took his glasses off and cleaned them. “I wouldn’t have said anything if I didn’t mean it love.” You rolled your eyes and chuckled again, not realizing what he called you until he kissed your forehead.

A small yawn left your throat as he pulled away. “Tired Cher.” You hummed. “Let us go then.” He started getting up from the booth you were sat at. Once he stood up he held out his hand for you to take. Grabbing it thankfully you stood up and started heading out.

Mimzy stopped you guys on the way out and thanked you for stopping by for a while. “I hope ya’ll get some nice rest.” She said sweetly. “We will. Thank you for the splendid time tonight!” Alastor chuckled out. “Alright well bye now!”

It was a silent night once you left the speakeasy. Crickets chirping while the sound of your shoes walking along the sidewalk. You looked to your right to look at Alastor. Not believing that your little drunk confession worked. Even if you guys didn’t start dating, you were just happy you shared your feeling with him. Drunk or not.

-

Alastor thought it would just be easier if he took you back to his lovely cabin in the woods. The one where he was born and raised in until he was able to own it himself. It was quite a beautiful one too. A lovely exterior and interior, made all from wood.

When Alastor opened the door he gently set you down on the couch, moving back tot he door so he could close it. Not wanting to get any unwanted visitors.

He went back to you. Helping you get settled in for the night. “I hope you enjoyed yourself tonight dear.” He asked as he helped you take your coat off. “Mm..I did Al. I did.” You hummed out tiredly.

After another second your coat came off easily. Alastor went to hand it up o the coat rack, when he came back you pressed a small kiss into his lips. It was loving and with a hint of passion to. When you separated you placed your head on his chest.

“I love you. You don’t have to say anything back. I just wanted to let you know.” You wrapped your arms around his neck in a loving manner as he just stood there like a lost puppy. He was so confused on what to do next that he just let a small chuckle out and completely gave up life.

The rest of the night was a blur. He woke up with you in the couch. Your head on his shoulder and a blanket on your side. Alastor’s back hurt a bit when standing but that’s natural for sleeping in the couch, especially in that position.

He got up to go to the kitchen. The sun was barely over the horizon which meant it was able to make some breakfast. Especially with a night like last night. Upon leaving the living room he looked over his shoulder. His usual, wide grin, turned into a small, genuine smirk.

“I love you too, m/n.” He muttered out, ‘More than you know..’ He whispered to himself, finally going into the kitchen.

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SORRY THAT THE END IS RUSHED!! I just wanted to get a part 2 out. Now I don’t know if this is going to be the finish but I want to take a break from this mini series and work on some requests that I’ve gotten not to long ago. Again, sorry this is rushed. I just want to work on requests though.

#hazbin hotel #alastor hazbin hotel #hazbin x reader #x male reader #character x you #male reader #gay reader #alastor x male reader #alastor x you #human alastor #alastor x reader #hazbin alastor

[crow-n-tell]

I had a lot of trouble with this lil guy. Weird lil music men aren't easy to shift over when their body's are so... Weird. Still, here! Hermit Crab Music Men!

If you wanna see what went on in my mind for this come right this way...

So a lil info about these boys! These lil music men have adapted to live in the safe shallows, as well as some undersea areas if need be - having two different palettes which match... you've probably guessed by the additions of orange in the music mans usual pastels

Acid mushrooms! I realized as I was trying to get it all sorted that they are a nearly identical color scheme so it worked out that their colors are a little wacky. Not that real life crabs aren't a bit audacious in their colorings too. Actually the deep sea version of this guy is based off a purple crab called the Palawan Purple Crab who comes from the Philippines.

Their colors are more so for other crabs of their species to recognize them, or so I've read, but in this particular scenario it suits our lil music man as a sort of camouflage too.

Aside from it being a sort of camouflage, it also gives you insight into these lil guys diet. Most of what (I really need to come up with a name for these guys, but all I keep thinking of is crab rangboom. like crab rangoon? but a sound pun.) they eat are poisonous, which has directly affected how predators view them. Yea see, there are certain families of crabs which are toxic only because they are eating things that should not be eaten.

So music men don't have a lot of predators, other than those who have natural immunities to things like that... ahem, moon.

I imagine that the crabs closer to the surface tend to a little smaller than knee high for an average height human, where as deeper sea versions of them are a lot bigger... Like... I DONT KNOW, Leviathan big? After all these are just lil guys, lets not forget about the big music man!

Next topic is... oh yeah!

Seismic communication is basically communication through vibrations. Not just through the water, actually it's used by spiders which we can all sort of agree is what the OG music boys are. Spiders use seismic communication when it comes to their webs in particular, able to sense through vibrations in their web if they've captured prey.

Similarly a lot of sea creatures use vibrations as means of communication. Not only in the way spiders do, but sensing out prey; but by avoiding predators or talking to each other. Crabs in particular use all three, but in terms of communication to one another its been noted they will rub their legs together like crickets to talk to other crabs.

For our lil crabby boys, their claws are fashioned sort of like the the original music man has. Hollowed out in the center, they are able to click their lil crab claws together to make sounds and vibrations which distress and confuse their prey long enough to snatch em up and eat em.

Of course they also have the very on brand to SB behavior of just being a literal face hugger if they come out of the shell.

m...mmmmm..... no... noo....ooo.......

I guess the only thing left to mention is his lil

Barnacles!

I struggled with how i'd give this lil guy a top hat. Then. I remember how WEIRD barnacles are. You see a lot of barnacles that look a lil something like this:

But they come in many variations!

And I hate all of them! they are great for designs, helpful in this case, but I get nauseous when looking at them and I can't even begin to understand why.

Sorry if my adhd really popped out on this one, I am actually holding back some of the mostly irrelevant information about colors and uh, other stuff.

#my art #fnaf sb #hermit crab music man #kracken!moon #tiding over #honestly this one is easy but I keep imagining #for like the other animatronics #I could see Freddy as something like a selkie #Monty is just a gator #chica… #sea bird………….? #roxy #oh god I don’t even #… I #uh #pi #p… piranha????????? #I DONT KNOW

[evilgaygothgf]

I Know What I Said

Quackity x reader (any pronouns)

Please send in requests!! I’m aching in my bones for things to write please please please

“I’m not looking for anything right now.”

The words repeated in your mind day and night, gripping and tugging at your heart. You’ve wanted to admit your feeling to Alex for the past few months after coming to terms that they wouldn’t just go away on their own. You’ve know him for over a year now, and the feelings only keep growing stronger. “The worst he can say is no,” is what your friends kept telling you, but he’s already said the worst thing in your opinion.

“I’m not looking for anything right now.”

You thought you’d bring up the topic of dating in general to him and try to gauge his feelings before admitting your own first. Kind of just beat around the bush. You thought maybe he’d just come out and admit he had a crush on you and then you could easily slip in how you felt about him too. Or maybe he’d pull the old “well my friend has a crush on their close friend they’ve known for a while but he just doesn’t know how to confess without ruining their friendship” and you could respond with “well he’ll never know unless he confesses, right?” and then he’d confess his feelings and turn out to be the “friend” who wanted to confess the whole time. Just like in movies and fanfics, right? Right? Wrong.

When you brought up the topic he went into a full rundown of how he just doesn’t see himself dating anyone anytime soon because he’s just so busy with his career right now and blah blah blah. As soon as he started talking you had just tuned it all out. His voice was drowned out by the voice in your head telling you to pull it together and choke down the icky feeling in your chest. The unrequited feeling. The only part of his entire response you heard loud and clear was the part you keep hearing play over and over in your head.

“I’m not looking for anything right now.”

Well shit. What do you do now? Respond with a chuckle and a “haha yeah me either”? Cut him off and tell him that he’s wrong and that you’re what he should be looking for? Admit your feeling regardless? Your thoughts were cut off by him asking you the question right back. “Sorry I feel like I really went on for a while. I didn’t mean to unload all that on you. Anyway, what’s your opinion on dating stuff?”

He asked the question so simply like he had no idea why you had asked him in the first place. “Umm,” you started, “well I mean yeah I guess I can see where you’re coming from. I guess I’d feel the same way if I was in your shoes. I don’t know. I guess for me dating is just like something I’m ready for now in my life. Im kind of tired of being single honestly, but hey, you know at least I’ve got you around, right?”

Alex grinned at the end of your last sentence. “Yeah, of course! I’ll always be here as your best friend so you don’t have to feel like a loner,” he chuckled. “But hey, you know if you’re trying to look for someone I’ll be the best wingman to ever walk this earth. And if anyone starts giving you shit or mistreating you, send em to me.” He turned from you and started throwing punches at the air and you couldn’t help but throw your head back in laughter. Alex was such an amazing friend to you and you started to wonder if wanting him as more than a friend was too much to ask in the first place. You were already lucky enough to have him care for you on a friendship level. The words still plagued your mind regardless.

“I’m not looking for anything right now.”

It’s been over a month since that happened and you continued to hang out with Alex like normal. You tried so hard to push your feelings for him down and appreciate the friend you had in him. The two of you had been hanging out all day and at the end of the night, he offered to drive you back home. The car ride to your place was more quiet than usual; void of loud music and laughter. It had been a long and eventful day and you were both exhausted from all you had done that day.

Alex pulled the car up to the front of your place and you reached to the floorboard of the car to grab your things and tell him goodnight before getting out. Before you could unbuckle your seatbelt, Alex’s voice broke the silence.

“Hey. I just…can I tell you something?”

“Uh yeah sure,” you responded as you placed your hands back in your lap and turned your body to better face him in the car.

He looked down from your face to his cup from the fast food restaurant you both ate at earlier as he played with the straw. “I lied. I lied to you and I’m sorry.”

You were too confused to respond as your mind raked through all of the things he could’ve possibly lied to you about.

He started up again, “I know I..well when we talked before…fuck like I didn’t mean to really say-“

“Alex spit it out. You’re making me nervous,” you said in a half speaking and half laughing voice trying to cover up the waver in your voice. Your fingers were already toying with each other as you tried to ease your nerves for whatever was to come.

“y/n I know this is gonna be awkward and I’m so sorry but I should’ve said it then and I’ve been making myself sick trying to think of a time to tell you this.” He brushed the pieces of hair back that were falling over his eyes as he finally looked back up to you. “I know I told you before that I wasn’t really looking for anything but the truth is that I’ve actually been falling for you. So hard. And before you interrupt and ask me why I said what I did, shit, I don’t know. I just..I just freaked out because I wasn’t expecting you to just ask me that out of nowhere.”

“Alex, Im sorry I didn’t mean to-“

“No please don’t apologize I should’ve just owned up to it and told you then because I really and I mean really wish I had. It’s been gnawing at me so bad that I didn’t take the opportunity to tell you. You honestly make me kinda nervous ever since I realized I wanted something more than friends with you.” His eyes dropped from yours again and went back to playing with the plastic straw.

“I make you nervous?” You could help but grin as you said it. You couldn’t believe he actually admitted to being nervous around you.

“Yeah yeah yeah go ahead and make fun of me, whatever, I knew I should’ve left that part out,” he scoffed as he rolled his eyes and sat back into his seat.

“No I’m glad you told me. I think it’s cute.”

“Oh so you think I’m cute?” He sat up straighter in his chair and smirked. “So you like me?”

You rolled your eyes at his sudden comeback in confidence after all the nervous toying with his straw he was just doing moments ago. He always ate up any little compliment you’d given him and you hated to admit you loved it.

“Yeah honestly I’ve had feelings for you for a while, and if you must know, I was actually trying to confess to you back when I asked your opinions on dating but wouldn’t you know, someone cough cough shut me down before I could. Mr. I’m not looking for anything right now.” You said the last part with finger quotes as you playfully rubbed what he said into his face.

He reached up and lightly smacked your finger quotes out of the air while trying to make an obviously forced angry face. “You should’ve just said it anyway. We could’ve been going on a date today and not just hanging out as friends. And then I could’ve kissed you goodnight when I dropped you off,” he wiggled his eyebrows as he said the last sentence.

Your face already started heating up. You knew exactly how a lot of your days spent together could’ve gone if you two had already been dating by this point. You practically thought about it every time you hung out together and every time you laid your head down on your pillow at night.

This time, you were the one to break the silence. “I mean, we still could,” you said quietly in the darkness of his car. “Only if you want to I mean I know we both just now told each other how we feel but I’m okay with-“

Your rambling was cut off with his lips shutting you up. It was just a peck, but as he pulled his head away you instinctively reached up to pull him back in. It was just a series of small closed-mouth kisses, but it was more than you could’ve imagined receiving from him just 15 minutes ago.

You pulled away from the kiss but kept your face close to his as your eyes scanned his. “I can’t believe you lied to me,” you whispered through a smile in the darkness.

“I’ll make it up to you, baby, don’t worry,” he whispered back as he closed the distance between the two of you again.

#quackity #alex quackity #qsmp quackity #qsmp #quackity x reader #quackity imagine #quackity scenario #quackity blurb #quackity fanfic #quackity x you #quackity x y/n #mcyt #mcyt fanfiction #mcyt x y/n #mcyt imagine #mcyt x reader #mcyt scenarios #mcyt fandom

[hearthotchner]

flowers, petnames, and, apologies

— inspired by this post, which was prompted by a tiktok sound

walking into the bullpen, derek morgan couldn’t help but notice the person delivering a large bouquet of flowers, “woah woah woah, who are these for?” he asked, assuming they were for one of his female co-workers.

“um.. a mr aaron hotchner?”

derek’s eyebrows raised in surprise, and his jaw dropped, just before the expression was replaced with a mischievous smirk, “let me take this off your hands, i’ll give ‘em to him.”

after bidding the delivery man a thank you and goodbye, derek carefully placed it onto his empty desk; almost immediately, his coworkers surrounded him, intrigued by the colourful array of flowers that lay on his desk.

the bouquet wasn’t overwhelmingly bright, yet it wasn’t void of hues either. they were light, soft, pastel colours — easy on the eyes — majorly white, but with splashes of light yellows, baby pinks and reds dotted around, with, just a hint of blue.

“do you know who they’re from?” penelope’s voice piped up.

before morgan could respond, he was cut off by reid, “most likely a partner. did you guys know that lily of the valley actually represents new beginnings, which is why they’re used for various occasions: weddings, baby showers. and, the blue hyacinths show a desire to make peace — they’re apology flowers, the colours are those usually used to display remorse.” his voice got higher as he got more excited about the topic, “oh! and roses are typically used for a romantic partner, and are normally pink or red; in this instance they’re yellow, and there’s a lot of them, meaning they’re likely to be his favourites.”finally taking in the bewildered looks of his colleagues, the young genius smiled sheepishly at them, quickly shutting himself up.

“you look way too far into things, reid.” derek rolled his eyes, “they’re probably just an early valentine.”

“there’s a note.” jj pointed out — it was hidden inbetween a couple roses.

as derek reached for it, penelope scolded him, “hey! stop messing it up! we really shouldn’t be snooping, you know he likes his privacy.” she frowned, attempting to remain mature, “but i wanna know so badly- be careful!” she lightly smacked his arm.

with confidence that he was right, derek flipped the note over to read it out loud; the smirk wiped off his face at the first two words he saw, “i’m sorry.” he read in annoyance, while glaring at spencer — but nothing could prepare any of them for the next words,

“miss you pookie bear?”

—

meanwhile, said pookie bear was sat at his desk, paying no mind to what was going on in the bullpen, with his head in his hands: your argument from the night before being the only thing he could think about.

—

“this is the third time you’ve done this, aaron.”disappointment evident in your voice.

“i know, i’m sorry.” there were his empty apologies, “i got caught up at work, i lose track of time.” and his pathetic attempts to excuse his negligence of your relationship.

“but you always do this, you’re never here. you never text, or call, and i’m waiting up until 12 in the morning for you.”

“look, we’ll talk about it in the morning, i’m tired.” he sighed.

“we won’t, because you’ll be gone before i wake up.” you were telling the truth — that’s exactly what he did the next morning, left for work without saying a word.

he furrowed his eyebrows in frustration, “you knew what it was going to be like when we started dating, you said you could handle it. my job is demanding.”

rightfully so, you were becoming upset, “not for paperwork! i understand that you get called away abruptly, and i love that you value other peoples lives before your own — it’s why i fell in love with you.” you smiled at him softly, although, it wasn’t for long. “but, i’m talking about when you’re cooped up in the office for so long, there’s no reason for you to be staying there for that much time, after everyone else has left.”

then, everything went quiet for a bit, with you waiting for him to provide some sort of explanation, and when you didn’t get that, you continued, “i just think… if you had to choose between me or your job, you’d pick your job with no hesitation.”

the lack of response caused your face to fall, “i’m sleeping in the guest room tonight, aaron.”

he should’ve done something, anything. instead, he ran away, avoided you like a coward, using his office as a place to seek refuge from taking accountability for his actions.

one time, you told him he was bravest man you ever knew — he almost laughed at how wrong you were.

history was repeating itself. you were his second chance at love, and he was making the same old mistakes, that cost him his family. aaron thought he had changed, swore to himself that he’d never do something like this again. but, here he was, having someone waiting at home, willing to drop anything for him, yet he wouldn’t do the same.

picking up his phone, he dialled your number.

it rang out for a minute, before going to voicemail — he hoped you were just busy, and weren’t already walking out of his life.

“hey,” he breathed “i wanted to say i’m sorry, for last night, this morning.. everything really. i shouldn’t have left, and i should’ve said something.” closing his eyes, he stopped himself from rambling, because you deserved to hear it in person, “i’ll be home soon, and we can talk.. please call me back.” please don’t leave me. “i love you.”

hurriedly gathering his things, aaron walked out of his office; path coming to a stop when he saw his team staring at him, all looking a little smug. a puzzled look found it’s way onto the unit chiefs face.

“hey there snookums.” derek grinned.

aaron quirked a brow, frown deepening, “what?”

stifling a giggle, emily gestured to the bouquet, “someone sent you flowers.”

knowing exactly who sent them, he swiftly excused himself to set it up in his office.

when he read the note, he felt his lips curve up slightly, and he jokingly huffed at the petname — you always loved making him blush and laugh with the obscure names you’d come up with for him.

but, why were you apologising? you did nothing wrong. it should’ve been him doing this, not you.

right as his thoughts began to spiral, they were interrupted by a buzzing in his pocket.

“hi, aaron! did you get my gift?” hearing the sweet sound of your voice, so excited and happy to speak to him, brought a sense of relief over him.

rough hands slowly reached over to feel the soft yellow rose petals. “yeah, i did. thank you.” his brows tilted upwards, guilt kicking in again, “why are you saying sorry?”

“‘cause, i shouldn’t have accused you of choosing your job over me, it wasn’t right to push that on you-”

were you out of your mind?

“sweetheart, please stop.” he begged. “you haven’t done anything wrong. telling me how you feel isn’t wrong — telling me that i’m not doing enough isn’t wrong. we need to tell each other these things.” he shut down your attempts to put yourself at unnecessary fault. “i know i haven’t been around lately, but i’m gonna change that. i promise. i want to be deserving of your love, (y/n).”

“you already are, aaron.” you whispered.

“i’m leaving now, so i’ll talk to you at home. i have a bunch of free days to use, and we have lost time to make up for.” he smiled.

closing the door behind him for a second time, aaron scanned the room, his team no longer huddled in one spot, now at their desks; still deep in a conversation he didn’t care that much for.

the bullpen fell silent at the sight of him with his briefcase and keys in his hand, shocked that he was leaving early — not even on time.

morgan, of course, was the first to talk, “where’re you off to in such a hurry honeybunny?” snickering at his own joke.

“don’t make me flag you for creating a hostile work environment, derek.”

“that’s not funny!”

#kinda unhappy with how the ending was written ngl #this was meant to be funny idk why he got sad #aaron hotchner #aaron hotchner x reader #aaron hotchner fanfiction #criminal minds #criminal minds fanfiction #my fic

[forever1kay]

HIII I DON'T KNOW IF YOU STILL DO REQUESTS BUT- It you do, may you write this pls🤭

Miles morales x male! Reader who he meets at a school trip? The reader is very sarcastic or chill? (Reader has a personality that's like Mai from ATLA!)

The reader is like famous for their voice and guitar and art skills (brrrr) so when miles met reader he started to get interested in em so he follows reader whenever they go while on a school trip ✨

<3 ignore if you seem uncomfortable with this, lob youuuu

(I've requested to you before ;) )

Summary: Reader and Miles finally confess after years of dancing around each other. But first, let’s go back into where it all started…

Pairing: Miles Morales x M!Reader

Notes: I know exactly who this is. I apologize for not doing this sooner. I know you requested this months ago and I’ve been slacking off. I hope this makes up for it :) I did kinda diverge away from the request a little and went more so towards the direction of your previous requests. I hope that’s okay!

Warnings: Reader is probably more sassy than stoic tbh, Miles is very much aggravating in some of these, Miles and reader were born early 2005 (or late 2004, up to you), mentions of school, graduation, reader is a smoker (not really), Soulja Boy, Nick and Charlie slander, slow burn relationship. Let me know if I forgot anything!

The Ten Times You and Miles Danced Around Your Feelings

I. Taravella Playground - EST. 2008

A red and blue flash from a small size 4 shoe piques Miles' interest as he lazily glances up from his position in the middle of the sandbox. Miles looks up from the intruder's feet to their face after noticing how he’d wordlessly been staring for a while, but the boy's scowl leaves Miles feeling horribly disappointed (and afraid, might I add). He wasn't prepared for such hostility from a fellow Spider-Man fan—not that he knew what hostility meant anyway—but he was sure the expression on the boy’s face would haunt him for many lifetimes. Nevertheless, Miles made an effort to introduce himself and be sociable.

“Hi, I’m Miles.” He says with an apprehensive yet polite smile.

“I’m Y/N.” The boy responds, detaching his shovel from his bucket before settling down on the boards that surrounded the sandbox.

Miles searches his small brain for a conversation starter—not that there were many in there to begin with—and decides on a topic that he’s confident he can discuss without tripping over his words. His favorite hero. Spider-Man.

But, apparently, he asked a question that was entirely too obvious.

“Do you like Spider-Man?”

Y/n looks down at his own shirt and shoes then looks back at Miles, raising an eyebrow. “Isn’t it obvious?”

Miles sighs and gives Y/n a mostly toothless grin before returning his attention to his bucket. "I wanted to be sure.” He says. “I like Spider-Man too, you know.”

“Good for you.” Y/n replies, looking slightly agitated and mildly uninterested.

Suddenly, Miles wants to go home.

———

II. Macy’s Thanksgiving Day Parade - EST. 2009

Y/n shakes his head as he watches a small figure run through a large crowd at the parade. He made the decision to turn his head away and pretend he hadn't seen anything, but the next thing he knew, he was lying on his back, staring up at the sky.

His mom had forced him out to the Macy’s Thanksgiving Day parade, and he was less than thrilled. He tried to avoid it, but wasn’t given much of a choice. Saying as he was under his parents’ rule and wasn’t yet allowed to make his own decisions.

But, after this less than pleasant experience, he knew he should’ve pushed harder to stay home. This kind of stuff wouldn't happen indoors.

“Oops, sorry!” The culprit said with an annoyingly recognizable voice.

It was Miles, the Spider-Man fan who Y/n had to (painfully)endure seeing each Thursday evening in the park.

"Oh, it’s you," Y/n deadpanned. "I knew it."

Y/n sat up, and Miles reached out to help him up. But Y/n quietly declined and stood up for himself.

Miles opened his mouth to speak, but he was suddenly grabbed and placed on the shoulders of a lanky bald man wearing the coolest shoes Y/n had ever seen.

“Sorry about that, little man.” The bald man spoke while lowering himself to Y/n's level. “My little nephew can be a bit much at times.”

"I know him, Uncle Aaron!" Miles informed his uncle, pointing his finger directly in front of Y/n’s face.

Y/n looks at his finger and shakes his head no, slowly lowering Miles’ hand.

“He bothers me at the park.”

"That's not true!"

Aaron looked at Y/n who nodded rapidly, providing a counter argument—or in this case, action—to Miles’ statement.

Standing to his full height, Aaron chuckles, "It's okay little man. You’ll grow to love him.”

Aaron then turns to Y/n's teenage brother, Leon, who was standing next to him silently watching the events unfold.

"I'm sorry my nephew accidentally knocked your brother over."

Leon shrugs. “My dog does it all the time. It isn't anything new.”

Aaron chuckles. "Well, you gentlemen, have an amazing rest of your day."

And as they walked back to wherever they came from, Miles waved to Y/n.

—————

III. Briarwood vs. Montgomery Elementary school field day - EST. 2011

Miles thought Y/n looked silly, watching him emerge from the bathroom wearing a shirt ten times bigger than the one he’d just been wearing. Not too long ago, he’d been pushed fell into ice water when the kids were all instructed to go and grab a juice of their choice from the overly large cooler under the Pavillon.

Today, Miles’ and Y/n’s school were having a field day. It was supposed to be a competition, but it turned into a lot of fun when the kids from both schools started to become friends with each other.

That was cool with Miles, until his his best friend TJ suddenly took interest in playing with Y/n’s best friend Kaiden. This wouldn’t have been an issue if the teachers didn’t say to pick a buddy and stick with them. Miles would walk away if he could. But since he couldn’t, he found himself face to face with his worst enemy while his best friend and his worst enemy’s best friend had their own conversation.

“I know you pushed me into the cooler, Miles.”

“No, I didn't.” Miles promptly refuted. “You’re lying.”

“No, I'm not,” Y/n countered. "Because Toby told me, and Toby never lies."

“Well, maybe you don't know Toby as well as you think.”

Y/n took a breath, seemingly in an effort to calm himself down. “If Toby said he seen you push me in the ice box, it’s true.”

“Toby is a liar.”

Suddenly, everyone in the area gasped, never expecting to hear the truthful Toby labelled a liar.

You could have heard a pin drop in the absolute silence. Or, in this instance, swift footsteps and small but powerful hands pushing past a crowd.

“…’Scuse me, 'Scuse me, 'Scuse me.." Toby finally finds himself in front, face to face with his accuser. "You calling me a liar?"

"Um.." Miles freezes. "N-no, no. Of course I'm not.”

"Yes you are." Toby countered, "I heard you when I was over there with Emily"

“That wasn’t me.”

“…So, like I said.” Toby repeats. “You calling me a liar?”

The whole crowd of grade schoolers started to ooh at the interaction. Quite frankly, Miles is terrified. But his Uncle Aaron always told him it’s best to stand his ground.

“So what if I did call you a liar?”

Miles is given a blank look by Toby before he suddenly lunges at him, grabs his shirt forcefully, and yells at him.

“I am NOT a liar! My grandma told me I’m a good boy and I believe her! Take it back right now, squiggles!”

Squiggles?

“Fellas, fellas!” Miles’ friend Harry butted in, pulling them apart.

“I’m sorry.” Toby said. “I lost control.”

“That’s fine, but I think I know how to fix this.”

Less than two minutes later, Harry had them in court—whatever that means—and all Miles could wonder was where is my teacher?

Harry clears his throat and begins to talk, but is shortly interrupted by his friend (and sidekick), Walter. “We are gathered here today because- wait, what? Oh, sorry that’s for a wedding. ORDER IN THE COURT!”

Let’s just say, Miles pleaded guilty to pushing Y/n into the cooler that afternoon and was given a stern talking to by his best friends when they made it back to their school.

————

IV. Brooklyn Museum - EST. 2012

“Alright, kids! Single file, single file!” Miles’ teacher yelled as the students piled off the bus.

Today, Miles’ elementary school—along with seemingly every other elementary school in the district—have taken a trip to the local museum.

In all honesty, Miles would have preferred to stay at home, but he had no choice. Particularly because when they returned to school, he was given an exhibit to write about. Everyone takes advantage of the opportunity for a free grade!

When all of the children exited the bus, the chaperones divided the single group into smaller groups. Miles voluntarily zoned out for a moment while his group waited patiently for the final few groups to form.

He forced a smile on his face and gave himself a mental pep talk to try and convince himself that this will have a positive outcome. Surprisingly, it was working. But little did he know…

MEANWHILE…

“ALRIGHT, MONTGOMERY!”

“ALRIGHT, MS. BROWN!”

Ms Brown explains that the students will be placed into groups, and must pick a buddy within their groups. They must stay with their buddy and near their chaperones. You know, the usual.

“Do I make myself clear?” Ms Brown asks after the brief explanation.

“Yes Ms. Brown!” The kids reply.

“Alright!” She smiles, grabbing the roster from her seat. “If I call your name, you are in Mr. Kyle’s group!”

Today, Y/n’s school—along with every other elementary school in kings county—were being forced to go on a trip to a children’s museum.

The idea of visiting a museum made Y/n anxious. He had never visited this museum before and had no idea what to expect. For the record, he was expecting dinosaur fossils because, well, he's deathly afraid of dinosaurs. That would be kept a secret from others. Think about how people would respond if the cool, chill Y/N Y/L/N admitted to having a fear of dinosaurs. Y/n doesn't know and never hopes to find out.

Realistically, he could have just dropped the form in a puddle, let his dog eat it, or "forgotten" to get it signed, but his teacher made it his mission to let Y/n's parents know about the trip before the school day was over.

Thanks a lot, Mr. Kyle.

Y/n made the mistake of looking around as the kids, who have now been divided into groups, pile haphazardly off of the yellow school bus.

Unfortunately, Miles also made the same decision at the same time and the two boys unavoidably made eye contact.

Could this day get any worse?

—————-

V. Brooklyn Medical - EST. 2014

Y/n emerges from room 212 with a group of friends and a relaxed look on his face. If people didn't know any better, they would believe that he killed someone right here in the hospital and had no problem with it. But in all honesty, he was on his way back from a visit with his cousin TJ.

In an attempt to skateboard with Y/n and his friends, TJ broke his arm. But if you asked TJ to explain to an adult what happened, he rolled down a hill. Both boys were not yet allowed to ride a skateboard, especially not without an adult present or the necessary equipment, but he wanted to protect his cousin and himself, so blaming the hill seemed like the best course of action.

For Y/n, TJ was always like a breath of fresh air; he was different from the people he hung out with at school, from the people in his area, and even from his immediate family. He thought TJ understood him completely, and he never once thought he needed to disown him. Aside from perhaps the now, when he realizes that TJ is still in fact friends with one Miles Morales.

“Miles?” Y/n speaks softly, surprised, squinting to make sure he’s seeing things correctly. Y/n’s friends leave almost immediately upon seeing Miles’ face.

“Oh hey, Y/n!” Mike’s replied. "I heard that TJ fractured his arm because of you. Disappointed, but not surprised.”

“Actually, it isn’t my fault this time.” Y/n shrugs. "Why are you here anyway?"

“Because TJ is my best friend,” Miles said as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.

“Really? He said that he dropped you.”

“Nope.”

“I don’t believe you.”

“You never do.” Reaching out to Y/n, Miles says while extending his hand. "Allow me to show you something."

“You don’t need to sound so professional.” Y/n responds under his breath, choosing to ignore the tingling sensation Miles' touch had given him in his hand.

“Sorry.” Miles responded, pulling him toward the front desk to ask for TJ’s room number.

“Where are we going, Morales?” Y/n asked, growing tired of being pulled around.

“To ask which room TJ is in.”

“212.” Y/n curtly responds, nodding his head toward TJ's room.

Miles reads the signs and guides himself and Y/n in the direction of room 212. After finding the room, Miles peaks his head in the doorway and tells Y/n to stay put, to which the boy responds, "I'm not a dog."

“TJ!” Miles yells excitedly, walking into TJ’s room.

“HEY MILES!” TJ yells back, hugging Miles with his left hand because his right one was damaged by the skateboard.

“Your cast is so cool!” Miles yells. “Can I sign it?”

TJ goes to respond when he notices movement at the door.

“Wow,” Y/n lets out an exaggerated sigh, walking into TJ’s hospital room. “I can’t believe you’ve done this.”

“I told him to leave, he wouldn’t leave.” TJ lies terribly. “You’ve gotta believe me.”

“I don’t.” Y/n shrugs before receiving a text message and looking down to see what it said. “My mom asked if you guys want Wendy’s.”

Miles says no to be polite and TJ basically asked for the whole menu. In the end, he ended up with a 4 piece and a frosty. Y/n got a Fanta.

About time Y/n’s parents arrived with the food (and also to retrieve their kid), Y/n despised Miles a little less. Not that he’d ever find that out though.

——————-

VI. Yankee’s Game - EST. 2016

Everyone in the audience holds their breath, sat uncomfortably on the edge of their seat. The Yankees had been behind the entire game, and it's the ninth inning. Jeter had sprained his foot during the sixth, and the Yankees only had about three star players left.

In the hope that his wish come true, Y/n bowed his head and closed his eyes as he began to pray to all the gods and Santa Claus that there’d be a miracle.

He looked up when he heard the crowd cheering, but a fugly red and blue tie-dye shirt sadly blocked his view.

Y/n’s eye twitched and he took a breath to keep his composure, then trailed his vision upwards.

Miles Morales was the perpetrator once again.

“Do you ever go home?” Y/n questions. "Why are you always where I am?"

Miles shrugs and sits stiffly in the empty seat next to Y/n side eyeing him nervously a few times.

“So… how is the the weather?

Y/n gives him a quick blink before returning to the activity.

This is gonna be a really long final inning.

_____

VII. Brooklyn Bridge - EST. 2017

On the trip home from the movie theater, Miles is startled from his nap long blink by a loud "Oh my God, what is that?!" from a few rows behind. Select schools in their county were forced to watch a Nat Geo documentary about Brazilian native animals. Naturally, due to his lack of sleep after staying up late having a solo dance party for quite a bit of the night, Miles slept through it.

However, his dazed state was short-lived as he heard his friend Steven screaming in panic.

"Bro, there's something chasing the fucking bus!"

“Hey! It's crucial that you all keep your composure and refrain from speaking in the same way that Steven did!” Screamed his teacher, Mrs. Nance. “We will all be fine!"

Then, out of nowhere, came a loud thud that landed atop the bus, as if danger itself had been listening in on their conversation.

Mrs. Nance contradicted her statement. "Holy shit, we're all going to die!"

With little explanation and in a hurry, Miles hastily pulled out his phone and texted his parents about the issue. This worried his poor mother, who hurriedly left work and hopped in her car to come get her son.

Miles made the decision to say a quick prayer because they were all genuinely convinced they were only two seconds from dying.

He was about to say amen when a nasty knock on his window forcibly interrupted him. Even though the person who caused it fell, the source of the sound stuck.

There was a web. A very familiar-looking web that Miles was all too familiar with.

"Spider-Man is here!"

As soon as they realized they could be saved, everyone hurried to Miles' side of the bus in joy, but the happiness didn't last long.

A tentacle instantly grabbed Spidey's neck, ripping his mask off his face in the process.

“Welp, nothing to see here! That kids dead.”

Everyone returned to their seats, but Miles remained transfixed.

The face seemed oddly familiar. If only Miles could connect the dots, then-

Miles gasped. "Is that Y/n?"

———-

VII. Brooklyn Visions Academy Valentine’s Day Dance - EST. 2018

“Can you at least smile?” Y/n’s friend Melissa asks him, randomly slapping his forehead to illicit some type of energetic response.

“Yeah, I got you when we’re walking in. We can put on a show for all your pristine rich people friends.”

Melissa rolls her eyes and speaks sarcastically. “That’s the spirit.”

Y/n chuckles for a second until the car comes to a stop in front of the drop off for the dance.

“You mind going in without me? I’ll be in eventually.”

“I don’t trust you not to try to pay off my idiot brother to drop you back off home.” Melissa says. “Let’s go Y/n.”

Y/n sighs and opens the door on his right, stepping out and then holding his hand towards Melissa which she takes happily.

“Smile!” She reminds him, “my dad will be here.”

“Man, fuck yo daddy.”

Melissa deadpanned. “Behave.”

“Why can’t you just tell him that I’m not dating you and the both of us are gay?”

“His image! You know he’s one of the richest men in New York.”

“Nah, I don’t think you’ve said it enough over the four years that I’ve known you. Tell me one more time?”

Melissa slaps his shoulder and he chuckles.

“I’ll behave for you, Melly. But if I see somebody fine, I’m leaving you.”

Melissa shrugs. “Fair enough.”

Finally, the two of them arrive at the school's front door and enter the gym, which has been set up for the event.

Y/n swears he could almost pass out as the smell of several different perfumes suddenly fills his nostrils, but he keeps himself together for Melissa.

“I want something to drink.” Melissa announces, pulling Y/n into the direction of the drink table.

Y/n started to wonder what drinks they’d have available, but unsurprisingly enough there was a large bowl of punch sitting there waiting for them.

“Do you want a cup?”

“Nah.”

As several of Melissa's friends and admirers approach to say hello, Y/n waits at her side.

They had only been here for a few minutes, but it was already starting to get very tiring.

Miles and his friend entered the room, and Y/n swears he has never been happier to see him.

But Miles would never find that out.

“Y/n!” Miles exclaimed before absentmindedly widening his eyes and changing the depth of his voice. “I mean… Y/n, hey.”

Y/n nods. “Morales.”

While Melissa's admirers came and went, the two of them and Miles' friend stood there in awkward silence.

They expected that to continue, but then a group of them first greeted Melissa before heading over to Y/n.

One girl stepped forward and Y/n could tell that the other girls were there merely as moral support.

“Hi! You’re really cute and I-”

Y/n didn’t even look in her direction.“Sorry, I’m gay.”

The girl turned red and the lot of them walked away.

Miles’ friend giggled in the background while Miles himself stared at Y/n incredulously.

“Your mother ever teach you it’s rude to stare, Morales?”

————

VIII. Kings County Schools camping trip - EST. 2019

“For fucks sake, Morales.” Y/n sighed in exasperation. “Go play with your friends or something. You don’t need to follow me around.”

Miles threw his arms up in surrender. “I just want to talk!”

Y/n nodded. “Cool, bro. I support. But you talking doesn’t have to include me.”

“Kind of does, since it’s you I want to talk to.”

“Fuck, okay fine.” Y/n sighs. “Can y’all like… go back to the tent or something? I need to talk to Morales.”

His loud friend Jamari laughs. “GAY! GAY! GAY!”

His other friend Michael sighs and grabs him my the ear, pulling him away. “Shut up, Jamari.”

When his friends are finally out of earshot, he turns to face Miles.

“What’s up, Morales?”

“Well for one, I-“ Miles stopped himself, “Why do you call me that?”

Y/n raised an eyebrow. “Your name?”

“My last name.”

Y/n shrugged. “Feels right.”

“So if I just call you y-“

“No. What do you want?”

Miles took a deep breath. “I seen you!”

“Yeah? When?”

“On the Brooklyn bridge two years ago when I was on a school bus.” Miles said quickly.

“Oh, word? What was I doing?”

“Swinging and flipping and flying and-“

“DANG,” Y/n chuckles. “I almost believed you but last time I checked, humans don’t fly.”

Miles blinked. “You know exactly what I mean.”

Y/n raised an eyebrow. “Do I?”

“Yes!” Miles threw his arms up. “Why do you always deny everything like I don’t have proof?”

“Why do you always lie and say you didn’t push me into the cooler?”

“That wasn’t me.”

“And that guy on the bridge wasn’t me.”

“But I seen you.”

“Everybody has doppelgängers, bro.” Y/n stated nonchalantly. “For all you know, that dude could’ve been named Jimmy.”

“Anyways,” Miles rolls his eyes. “I just wanted to tell you that I know and that your secret is safe with me.”

“There is no secret,” Y/n shrugged, popping a starburst into his mouth. “But, it’s nice to know that if there was a secret, you’d have my back.”

Miles goes to respond to Y/n, but freezes up when he hears something that sounds a lot like a bear growling.

He turns to ask Y/n if he heard it too, but Y/n has already grabbed his hand and started to carefully back the two of them away.

Moments later, Miles' shoe suddenly flies off, and as he races back to get it, the bear charges in their direction.

A lot like the white people in horror movies, Miles fell to the floor and decided to stay there screaming.

With the help of his webs and quick thinking, Y/n easily caught Miles and his sneaker.

So much for not being Spider-Man, right?

When the two of were next to each other again, Miles went to celebrate that he had been right all along when Jamari came around the corner and asked Y/n to play a song on his guitar.

“Yeah,” Y/n said after picking himself up off the ground and dusting himself off. “Tell them that I'll be there soon.”

Jamari nodded before returning to the other campers, and when Y/n was sure that Jamari was gone, he turned to face Miles.

“Tell anybody about this and I’ll steal all your money.”

—————-

IX. Lincoln High vs. Beachside Charter basketball game - EST. 2021

Y/n feels out of his element. It’s the first game after quarantine, and a lot has changed.

For one, there’s little to no people in the crowd. There are a few parents there, all of which look uninterested and have definitely been dragged there by their kids. Uninterested attendees result in little to no interaction among the crowd, which makes Y/n unmotivated and unable to concentrate.

On top of that, a few of his teammates are sick, so the team is definitely not at their best.

Y/n could never see himself saying this before, but he wishes there’d be no basketball season until the world got its shit together.

Not even the mascot is helping, nor the music playing lowly in the background to set the vibe.

The team isn’t doing well right now, and they really need a miracle.

The coach calls timeout and calls the team towards her. She tells them to put forth their best effort, but due to circumstances, she can’t get on them about their performance. She tells them to have fun, and that she won’t make them run laps if they lose.

The boys laugh a little before breaking up and making their way back to the court. Everyone’s spirits became the slightest bit higher after that talk, but Y/n’s spirits definitely lifted when he looked into the crowd and spotted one Miles Morales.

Suddenly, Y/n felt like he had to do his best. Even though Miles was his rival by default.

—————

(+ the One Time You Acted On Them)

X. Kings County Class of 2023 graduation trip: Phoenix Arizona - EST: 2023

Miles cautiously walks towards the edge of the ledge after getting the directions from the best friend of a certain someone. It’s been over a year since they last seen each other and Miles has finally accepted the reason why. Miles likes Y/n—he thinks—and he’s finally ready to confess his feelings. He’s hoping that things go right tonight so that he won’t have to hurl himself over the edge.

“Hey.” He starts, standing behind to Y/n who’s sitting dangerously close to the edge with his legs nearly dangling. “Is this seat taken?”

“You don’t see anyone else sitting there, do you?”

Miles chuckles silently and takes the hint, sitting so close yet so far away from Y/n.

He looks to Y/n and takes in his appearance. Hooded eyes, head tilted back to watch the moon, and a hint of sadness in his eyes as he blows a misty cloud of smoke from his lips.

Now that got Miles’ attention.

“You smoke?”

“It’s a fuckin’ Smartie.” Y/n replies with a blank look after hesitating for longer than he’d care to admit.

Miles giggles before he can stop himself. “Wow, Y/n. How cute of you.”

Y/n roles his eyes. “I told my elementary school teachers I’d never do drugs. I’m no liar.”

Miles chuckled then took a deep breath, leaning back before speaking. “Hey, uh…” Y/n looks at him, “I actually need to talk to you about something.”

“Talk to me.”

“So, um…” Miles starts, playing nervously with his fingers.

“…If you need a moment, I can go get another drink and let you marinate.”

Marinate?

“Where would you be getting a drink from? You’re underage.”

Y/n shrugs. “I know a guy.”

“You know more than one!” A random guy whisper yells from the bushes.

“Not now, Carl!” Y/n whisper yells back through gritted teeth. “My bad, Morales. You found your words yet?”

“Yeah, uh…” Miles takes a deep breath. “I know when we were kids we had our differences, but I feel like we’ve come a long way since then. I mean, you haven’t death glared me in a while, and I haven’t pushed you in a cooler since before we were like five.”

“I knew that was you.”

“Uh- Yeah, I’m sorry.” Miles scratches the back of his neck. “Anyway, what I’m trying to say is…”

“So this is a love confession, right?”

“Um…”

“Okay, let me stop you there.” Y/n starts, standing up to his feet. “You like me, and I just so happen to not hate you, so I think we have a deal.”

“A deal?”

“Yeah, we can be the next Nick and Charlie but better looking.”

“That one guy is cute.” Miles points out.

“Is he?” Miles nods at Y/n’s question. “Mm, okay.”

“So what now?” Miles asks. “Am I your boyfriend?”

“Perhaps…”

“Perhaps?”

“Nah, I’m just kidding. You can be my Soulja Bae.”

“I hate it here.”

Y/n chuckles and takes another hit from his smarties. “Anything else?”

“Yeah, two things.”

“You’re Spider-Man.”

“You knew?”

“You’re not as discreet as you think you are.” Y/n shrugs, standing up and dusting his pants off, then reaching a hand out to Miles. “Let’s go get some drinks, yeah?”

Miles smiled and took Y/n’s outstretched hand. “Yeah.”

© forever1kay, 2023

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'body a day' #19: dad

Took me quite a minute to figure out his adress. Couldn't ask as I was his son. Luckily his phone got face recognition. So an hour later I was on my way out of the city to meet his, or may I say my dad.

He greeted me at the porch as I arrived at a nice little house in the outskirts.

"Almost thought you might skip it!" he chuckled, giving me a hearty half-hug grabbing my shoulders before heading towards a big heap of uncut wood that wouldn't be all of what had to be prepared for the winter. Much time to get to know him while getting to know my new body at the same time, working, sweating, seeing his older version doing just that.

Turned out, he lived alone, beeing one of those weel known, but independent wolfs after his wife left feom one day to the other.

The way he treated me, his son, though, really spoke for a big heart, making me even more horny than in the gym at the same time.

It was pretty late when we finally headed in, going for a nice clunk of golden juice infront of the fireplace.

"Don't you wanna get your stuff in" he wondered.

"My... ah, ehm..."

"You will stay for the weekend as planned, don't you"

"I... sure!" I collected myself "I... damn, totally forget to pack some"

He just laughed it off "Guess it is ur old stuff then. Gonna head for the shower, though. If you wont first"

I didn't. I was just too curious to look around while he was away. When he was, though, my thoughts had another focus. To know, that he was undressing now, getting out of those dorty, sweaty cloth, stepping under the hot shower just got the best of me.

Eventually I gave into it, went up the stairs and ended up infront of the bathroom. The sound of the water, the smell of soap and man oozing out of the slightly opened door... It didn't take long for me to open the door completely, taking in the sight of him behind frosted showerdoors.

"Jacob?"

"Sorry... dad. Cant find any matching clothes. Where did you put 'em" I improvised.

"Didn't move anything" he replied "let me just finish. I'll show you"

I left. That little sneak really got me going, longing for me. His clothes alone, laying on the counter, screaming to be sniffed, to be worn even.

Worn... my mind went for his closet. So I looked around until I found the bedroom. To open the dresser, seeing all that stuff that he wore at some time really was a sight of it own. I almost grabbed some underwear when I saw a basket of dirty ones, going for it at once, fishing out some tighty whities to dive in when I heared the water stopping.

So I rushed back downstairs, chucking the underwear right into my crotch.

"Free to go!" I heared the old one shortly after, so I did, still having a major twitch against that whity if his. At the showers though it wasnt only that. Seeing myself, looking back as his son gave me the rest, sniffing his well-worled pits, injoying his shape under the shower, thinking of his old man while pumping out a major one.

The evening went pretty relaxed, chatting, sitting infront of a nice fire with some nice rye. I couldn't keep myself from reaching down every once in a while, partly out of pure horny, partly out of curiosity on his reaction.

Other than that I broad up some rather particular topics like jerking of. I planely asked if he caught me, as his son, doing it, going further about his own experiences which he answered surprisingly open. My handling though didn't get less at those instances, but he kept chill about it. He never saw his son or crashed into such occations, but as we talked I figured, he would have been totally fine with it. Even as I constantly reached for my crotch now, which he couldn't really ignore, he didn't loose a single word about it.

And I left it like that, injoying my little game, hightened even since I wore the very underwear I took from his dirty bin underneath.

Eventually we went for bed. There I layed, strippee down to just that tighty white brief of the hunk of a dad, laying mere meters away, twitching right there, thinking of him, of me, that dad-son-couple I encountered st the gym, now beeing all in, dying go make a move.

And after slumbering away a little I got up. I just had to, beeing driven over in thar early night, step by step, taken just wearing tjose briefs, eventually Peeking through the bedroom door.

The dad seemed to be asleep as I saw his broad, naked shoulders under the blanked. Quietly I stepped in, slowly, with a pulsing heart, staring at him with tenting groins. I couldn't do otherwise nut getting even closer. He appeared to be deeply asleep.

"Dad?" I whispered. Nothing. So I stepped closer already recognizing the smell from the bathroom if not imagined. My hand reached out like moved by it's own.

Suddenly a twitch!

But i moved on, clearing my throat to further test his state.

When I touched the blanket I felt my heart with every breath, his presence, his warmth. Then I slowly pulled on it. No reaction. Pulling on, bit by bit, revealing his back, inch by inch until... a clean, white waistband got visible. No way. As I pulled further, it got confirmed. He too was only wearing one of those tight, white briefs spanning my hips, moving under heavy twitches from his sons pulsing tool.

I couldn't stop, reaching ever so slowly towards his hairy chest, barely touching it when he suddenly churned, along with deep, sleepy moans. My hand remained. And he remained sleeping, allowing me to fully cup those meety pect, even massaging them the slightest bits while shivers ran theoughout my whole body.

I was so captired by the whole situation that I even didn't realized my hand touching my crotch, massaging it through the aalready damp fabric. His pleasant sighs didn't affect me less. So I continued fondling him, fondling me, getting down over his stomach to his soft but well packed crotch, feeling it while unpacking mine, breathing heavily until I suddenly began to erupt, barely able to contain heavy moans and even heavier grips to his package.

I almost forgot what really was hüpeningat that moment until I snapped concious of it again, a surprised to see that musky man infront of me still asleep with a satisfied smile, my juice spread all over the floor up to his blanket.

To be continued...

#male bodysuit #male skinsuit #body a day #prompt

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HEY GIRL YOU DEFINITELY DONT KNOW WHO THIS IS *WINK WINK WINK WINK* (I'm saying wink out loud everytime btw)

From stranger to stranger *wink* do you by any chance write samgladiator hcs??????? 😊😊😊

Perhaps x reader hcs??????? 🤔🤔🤔🤔🤔🤔

THATD BE SO SILLY IF YOU DID YKNOW LIKE GIRL ITD BE CRAZYYYYYYYY YKNOW LIKE ITD BE SO INSANEEEEEEEE RIGHT???????????

EAEHRHHSUGHE DUDE RIGHTHTHTH IT WOULD BE SOOOOOO FUCKING WILD AND SUCH A SILLY THING TO DO 🤭🤭🤭

(PROBABLY WILL BE OOC THOUGH since i only watched a few episodes, so I'm really sorry if this doesn't really fit your headcanons anon WHO I TOTALLY DON'T KNOW *wink wink*)

(ANYWAY, these will be (mostly) based off the reboot since idk much and keep in mind that I only watched a few episodes, so I'm really sorry if these HCs seem really OOC)

YHS!SAM X READER HEADCANONS GO WEEEE!!!!

I STILL DON'T KNOW HOW TO WRITE

❥ Sooo, starting off the bat, since I'm not really writing yandere hcs, let's put all the batshit crimes he committed aside for this occasion..and focus on him being really silly. ❥ If you see him tripping near a trash can, dude, that's on YOU. I imagine he'd be jokingly bragging to someone how he is about to make a 'pro gamer move', then immediately fail a millisecond later before he could even try SHIT

❥ His love language? Well...uh....you could say it's kind of a mix. ❥ For example, gift giving? Absolutely. If you were to mention something specific that you wanted even once (or maybe even when you were talking to yourself while walking back home)? Expect that very thing to appear right outside your doorstep with a poorly drawn rabbit doodle sticked on top of it with a bunny sticker. ❥ Quality time? Definitely! He loves to see you wake up and THRIVE FOR ANOTHER DAY! You BET he stalks the shit out of you though. If you can't shake the feeling that you're being watched at school, on the road back home, and mayybe when you are about to sleep, then that's on HIM. (Sorry, I said I'm not really writing yandere hcs, not that I will never write any.) ❥ Physical touch? ... ❥ DO YOU TAKE HIM AS A MENTALLY WELL GUY? I DIDN'T THINK SO. ❥ You should know by now that he would SCREAM the second his hand accidentally brushes against yours (though we're not sure about the accident part WINK WINK)

❥ I also have a teeny tiny headcanon that he only lets YOU touch his rabbit ears. (and I MEAN ONLY YOU if others even TRIED they'd be thrown to the nearest dumpster) And when you do so? He MELTS. Like don't be surprised if you see him giggle like a freaking teenage girl is what I'm trying to say 🤭🤭🤭

❥ You also cannot tell me he wouldn't also try to impress you, one way or another. Whether it be trying to make you giggle and twirl your hair by saying the most APPALLING pickup lines of all time, or casually talking to you about your interests as if he was already a huge fan of em (bro actually stood up all night looking at every search result on google about that topic, BUT SHH)

❥ He would also tell you about his day BY EITHER LYING OR TWISTING HIS WORDS AROUND. COME ON NOW.

"Sooo..what weree you up to this weekend?" ❥ "Oh, me??? Well, I bought my friend a cat...and I did help a guy raise money for his cancer.." as he recalls what the FUCK happened in his life that went wrong

❥ Now. You know this man would never ever want to leave you alone (as if it wasn't obvious enough with the abandonment issues and the stalking, but I digress) so you definitely would need to reassure his ass. But once you do so? His droopy rabbit ears would slowly, but surely go right back up again. He can't help it though, you just seem to always make him feel better by existing.

either way, he is a little fucked up bastard someone please put him in a psychiatric hospital (or kiss him, that sounds like a better solution) *DROPS THE MIC AND IMMEDIATELY RUNS*

#OH GOD I HOPE THIS IS GOOD I'M NOT REALLY SURE #RGRGRHGARGHRG I'M REALLY SORRY IF THIS ISN'T GREAT #yandere high school #yandere high school reboot #yhs reboot #yhs #samgladiator yhs #samgladiator #yhs sam x reader #yandere high school sam x reader #sam x reader #explodes like an atom bomb

[anteroom-of-death]

Teacher's Pet part 11

Synopsis: The Doctor's morals slip further. It's become obvious to him that he needs to develop some actual strategy.

A/n: I'm so sorry it's been another gap in writing...if any of yall are still vibin with it, sound off!! Thanksss (I'm going to try to push more out quicker soon. Again!)

In the car ride home, he calculated. This situation almost was a faltering car crash in itself!

He nearly lost her, and to his own stupid pride!

He spent the entire car ride juggling with his morality. Taking curious little half-peeks into her brain. It seemed a bit past due, this. He finally gave in no small way…

At one end, they were chattering on. Her mind was racing around in many convergent pathways on the topics brought up. Anything from her probing about various curiosities. And the deep philosophical ranges he would invoke, just to keep her brain in a frenzy. It would be easier to parse down through and pierce. Missy, the Rani and he got top marks at the Academy on a project involving chaos and order in the arts of mind reading. He was stunned by the sheer amount of seemingly superfluous knowledge that she had crammed in there. Even though he knew she was smart, clever and balanced differently than your average human.

At the other, he was searching. Seeing what (y/n) was up to, planning out. Past what she said, what she thought and thought she said and thought. She was still a bit angry and was trying her hardest to let go, and not be jealous. She was fighting naming what she felt for him as love. There was quite the struggle with inner hypocrisy.

One small part of her genuinely was enamored with the thoughts that he chose her. That he seemed truthful that he wanted her to grow old alongside him in his retirement. Whatever that looked like. She was still reeling about the (as stated frequently in her brain…) “Fucking ageless alien bit”.

She had some caveats that she was going to bring up, later, of course. She didn’t want to spoil the weekends happy afterglow.

He could feel the choking nature of her holding her tongue in his brain as he went in deeper.

It felt so illicit! He wasn’t one to be like this, he’d have to go scream at Missy for this later, but it was freeing. He finally understood the humans and their gossip rags.

“I don’t endorse that behavior, but I agree with some of their points.” She admitted, in the real-life conversation. He snapped himself out of her mind.

She never stopped surprising him. Even now, as he held the inter-workings of her brain in his hand. It seemed that she’d always thwart him and his understandings.

Although, she was very distracted by his physicality, and that would be an advantage to him. She was very docile in that regards. Different from what he could tell went on in her work.

He would have to go down new avenues…

Or would he? She’d already so surrendered herself to the ideas of them.

He’d have to dwell in that later, maybe after his yelling session at Missy.

A perfect pet to keep on Earth, in her own time and place. Where nothing would ever rip her away from him…

The idea made him giddy.

Utterly addicted to it. Utterly ashamed of it.

Finally back to Bristol, she left and said she had to attend to her studies. Which was fine by him.

He descended into the Vault.

“Your parents were wrong! I’m not the bad influence, you are!” He entered pointer finger out, jacket fluttering behind him.

“I’d love to know what that high praise is for!” Missy jumped, almost shocked at this outburst.

“I’m out here invading people’s minds and rummaging around like it’s a toy chest!” He accused.

“Whatever happened to ‘Hello!’ or ‘How are you, haven’t seen you in months, Missy! How’s life?’ or even ‘Hey, Missy, here’s a tuba, I know you love ‘em!’?”

“That human girl…” He seethed, feeling remorse bubble up.

“Another ickle girlie dead?” Missy smiled, teeth showing, glinting with a venomous shine…

He felt her start to enter his mind and he let her in. Doors opened and she started sifting through the past months.

“Oh! This is too good!” She giggled, her hips swishing in her skirt.

“Naughty boy, Doctor! You’re tramping up with this girl.”

“We’re not that different after all! You with your…whore. Sorry, little Fawn. And me with my twenty-seven nuclear missiles!”

“What?”

“Oh, back when I was Prime Minister! I bought some missiles from some Russian man and I have them in a garden shed somewhere in Scotland. I forget where.”

He’d deal with that even later.

His head was physically painful as she didn’t take care and do an ounce of discretion as he did to (y/n)’s brain earlier.

“I want to meet her! Please!” She drew out the ‘please’ and clasped her hands together. “I promise to act cool.”

“One day, if you’re very good.”

“The best.” She bowed deeply.

“I always knew you’d loop around to do something like this. Ever since you started palling about with that Jo Grant. Lovely woman. But I knew you’d give in. You always have to have the prettiest companions on your arms. Vain and dirty old man.”

“I was pining for you.” The Doctor confessed.

“And I was pining for you, and Jo. Do you have a point?” She confessed back.

“Come on, you were always this close to ascending to god-like levels of delusion. I was the one to hold you back. And I was always going to become what I am. I may be many, many, many levels of crazy. But I’m honest about it…” .

The Doctor wiped his face.

“Yeah, I’ll leave you to this. I need to clear my head. I have work tomorrow. And to meet her.”

Missy just started making kissing noises and wrapping her arms around her body as if she were deep in a lover’s embrace.

The Doctor left the Vault. His brain in a state of chaos that wasn’t Missy’s making.

He wasn’t above certain things, but he had to remain a hero. Honor Clara’s bit of “Be the Doctor”. And to keep his reputation up. He felt positively furtive.

This wasn’t going to be an easy option. Dealing with Daleks? A walk in the park compared to his morals disintegrating around him over his attraction to a human woman.

Could he still be the Doctor? And be Professor Smith to her and others?

Why had this foresight not come to him as he and Nardole started this little façade…

He never thought he’d fall for another human again.

Stupid him.

Idiot Doctor.

Humans were always worming their way into his hearts.

It was inevitable…

He went to his office to prepare for the week.

He missed the smell of cigarette smoke and her sweat.

He hated the scent, but it reminded him of his fawn. He chose his pet name for her well…

The lone wolf that would pursue the separated fawn.

Very good metaphors.

He had his legitimate tutoring of her tomorrow, however. How could he leverage this? Make her further buckle into him…

What a sweet sin.

Her desire for him.

He recognized his unhealthy veering into base, carnal feelings. Haunting him.

The images of Earth’s own myths of fallen angels danced in his mind.

Was he a fallen angel here? Or was she?

He certainly was falling as an hero. The ethical moor of the universe.

Retiring from interstellar heroics and focusing on his dearest best enemy. Now he was leading a young woman into his web of interest.

Selfish.

Infinitely so…

Hadn’t he deserved it? Deserved it all.

He was the universe’s slave for a truly insane amount of years.

He was (to borrow a phrase…) the Master of His Own Fate. It was his birth right, not only as a Time Lord, but as the ultimate survivor of every wound the Time War had brought out. The savior and destroyer of all of creation.

He was owed this.

The Doctor was now demanding this.

Zero compromises. Even if that was bad optics…

His thoughts became a lust-filled power trip.

He taught his classes and set up his office for tutoring. He was unwilling to part with pretense. Of course, he’d educate her! It was her right! She paid for it!

But the trap…

The glimmering trap of self.

The uneasy shift in morality turned over in his brain like a car’s engine on a frosty day.

How deep was he actually willing to go, to not only have his selfish needs taken care of? How much of a betrayal of self and his past would he commit to? Could he?

And her…precious her…mostly unaware of how much fire she was playing with.

He got her a coffee just as she liked and set up the office, he let the bright light of the Spring day stream in through the windows.

After some deliberation, he took the huge tapestry off where he tucked his TARDIS.

“Sorry, old girl. Maybe one day you’ll get a chance…” He muttered, stroking the wood of the door, lightly brushing the lock.

He felt unworthy to stand in it’s unveiled presence, but it would help the game shift…

She came in, all plain clothes and awkward grace. Herself at her core.

Today, she was overzealous with her perfume and looked beyond tired.

He didn’t probe her mind.

“I’m assuming that’s your ship.” She stated, a look that could be easily misconceived flashed across her face.

“Vintage.” She described it aptly.

“In an effort of truthfulness…I’m showing you it.” He explained, approaching her slowly, coffee in hand extended.

She took it and followed with a large sip.

“I’m assuming it’s got some cloaking thing, I don’t know…like Star Trek or something?” She observed. “Not well, of course, but hey…we can’t really expect TV show-level perfection.”

He nodded.

He went for a half-truthful flatterer’s route. “On the ticket. So many are shocked and confused.”

She shrugged and sucked her teeth against her lips. “I’ve got fuck-all to do sometimes so…”

“Terms coming to an end soon, want to discuss the last of the notes and my lectures before exams? Or…” He alluded.

“Oh, yeah. No special treatment here, thanks. I need help.” She made a motion of a non-committal nature with her free hand as she placed the coffee down and unhindered herself from her hoodie and bag…

And they were off, talking about it all and the lessons of the course. She was apparently very determined to get by on her skills. Not wanting any of the favoritism that shtupping the teacher could have brought her marks…

Her sliding scale of morals amused him.

It was oddly complimentary.

It added layers to this little game she didn’t know she was playing.

“Some weekend, huh?” She said as time was beginning to run out. The awkward, reassuring smile and slouched body language completely opposite to her showy presentation on Saturday night.

“Not at all my plans.”

“Yeah, I could tell.” The shaky little half-chortle echoed across the room. She went to go chew on a hang nail. He gently removed her thumb from her mouth before she could bite the aggrieved area.

“I like Petronella. She’s a great person. She’s coming up to visit me over the summer holiday. And vice versa.”

“Meet me here tonight. More truthfulness…” He offered, a dangerous idea flickering into his brain and coming out of his mouth before he could control himself.

He have to project his messages to Missy at a mental scream all day. Give her guidelines…promising her the tuba she so desperately wanted. It’d probably be just as hefty an annoyance as her piano.

“At what time? And what?” She pushed.

“Oh, you’ll see… how about nine PM?”

She gave a little nod of her head.

They broke the meeting with a kiss.

He went off to teach, sending Missy the message and threats of many lifetimes…

#personal #doctor who #doctor who fanfiction #12th doctor #12th doctor x reader #12th doctor x you #you x 12th doctor #reader x 12th doctor #self insert #dark fic #yaaayyyy lets do interesting #uhhhh #lol #teacher student #yeep #peter capaldi #youpie

[jacksdinonuggets]

R!Amity Cg!Darius

Sorry, I got bored during the end and just finished it quick.

It may be that Amity is very stressed about dealing with her mother and the whole issue of her parents' divorce to which she finds Darius and offers her a break in regression and takes care of her until Alador arrives 

Darius had been living in the blight manor for a while now. The divorce between Alador and Odalia had just happened a little over a week ago but wasn’t fully finalized. They had separated for the time being since Odalia would not stop nagging Amity and Alador during the time period of getting her to move out. Alador wanted a new face around after his ex-wife moved in with her sister. Ed and Em were always doing their own thing outside the house and Amity was always in her room, isolating. Alador was starting to get lonely and invited Darius to move in since they were work partners and could work together more efficiently too. 

After a day or too, Darius hadn’t seen or heard from Amity. It was getting quite concerning. He knew that handling your parents divorce might be difficult but it was still enough to worry him. Alador seemed worried too but he still needed to get the divorce finalized and would be spending a lot of the time in court or doing paperwork. So he sent Darius to go check on her one day.

“Hey, Amity?” Darius knocked on her door. 

“What?” she replied back, in a bit of an annoyed tone. However, he could hear her voice slightly crack at the end.

“I just want to check to see how you’re doing. It's been a while since you’ve come out and you haven’t been to dinner in a while,” He explained.

After a moment of silence, he knocked again.

“Fine…come in” she answered.

He opened the door and saw her laying in bed, her back facing the door and the cover drawn all the way up to her neck. The room was a bit messy and clothes were on the floor.

“You…doing okay?” he peered over the bed to at least see her face a little.

“I guess…” she replied. He could tell she wasn’t telling the full truth. She was obviously shaking and was previously crying.

“Look, I know we aren’t that close but I still want to help,” Darius sat at the foot of the bed.

“If I tell you, will you leave me alone?” She snapped.

“I can’t promise anything,” he heard her sigh but then she began to speak.

“The whole…divorce thing has been really stressing me out. Mom… she didn’t even care about me and twins when Dad told her he wanted to separate. She only cared about the business and money. She… she even called me the other day… to tell me how disappointed she was in me when I told her I wanted to stay with dad. She yelled and called me disrespectful. I hung up but i still think, ‘why doesn’t she love me the way everyone else’s parents do?’. I don’t know, I’m just hurting, i guess.” She had silent tears running down her cheeks but Darius couldn’t see.

A bit of silence filled the air.

“How about… to take your mind off of these…icky thoughts, you regress with me?” he proposed. She seemed a bit shocked and then uncomfortable.

“Hunter does it and he says I’m pretty good at caring. Your dad told me about yours when we were on the topic of him,” He quickly explained.

Amity relaxed after his words and turned over to face him.

“O-okay, just don’t judge me, please?” she said, getting out of bed.

Amity went over to her closet and dug around a bit before pulling out a bag and a stuffed animal. She put it on the ground and began trying to slip. Darius ruffled her hair when she had this tense thinking face on. She did a small giggle and that's when she finally slipped. Happiness came quickly to her as she began playing with some action figures on the floor. Darius joined in for her played the antagonist figure.

 It was fun for a while until Amity’s stomach rumbled, reminding he that she hasn’t eaten in a day. Tears began to fill her eyes as the hunger pains got worse. She clenched her tummy in pain. Darius was quick to pick her up and carry her downstairs. He got her a sippy cup with chocolate milk and made her a sandwich with the crusts cut off. She seemed pretty content afterwards which was good. 

He put her down for a nap afterwards and was happy to know how he bonded with his soon-to-be daughter.

#toh agere #the owl house age regression #agere fanfic #sfw agere #agere writing

[ladylooch]

I remembered that Timo's parents exist 🥴https://www.tumblr.com/ladylooch/725109386781032448/would-emma-be-jealous-of-a-former-hook-up?source=share

Do they apologize to Emma before or after Lee is born?

Yeah, we kinda wanted to forget about them huh? It's a little more complicated than an apology because of Timo.

The topic of his parents comes up after Lio is born, right before the wedding. Emma encourages Timo to talk to his parents several times throughout the pregnancy, but he refuses. He gets more and more upset about what happened. Even though things had seemingly ended okay with his mom, their next conversation didn’t go well, so Timo stopped trying. 

His parents have tried several times since then to connect with Timo. Larissa vowed to stay out of it, not wanting to lose relationships with her parents or Timo. Timo didn’t even want to tell his parents when Lio was born. He eventually sent a text without a picture. His parents sent gifts for Lio and flowers for Emma. They tried. Timo remained stubborn.

“Babe, I am worried you’re going to regret not having your parents there.” I say as we are finishing up going over the RSVPs for the wedding. His parents didn’t get an invite. “We’re also putting Larissa in a really shitty position.”

“She’s supportive. She gets to be part of our life.” I stare at him wordlessly. “My parents were aware of the rules before they left Jersey. Them not wanting to participate in our life is their choice. Not mine.” He puts a hand on his chest. I glance over at the bassinet Lio is passed out in. He’s swaddled up in a perfect bundle on his back.

“Well, maybe you don’t do it for you.. or for me.. maybe it’s for Lio.” I know that gets him because he pushes back from the table to leave. I grab his hand, tugging him to stop so I can wrap him into a hug. “What they said and have done is really shitty. I’m not dismissing that. But is it the rest of our life shitty?”

“Yeah, Em. It is. Because you’re my life. And fuck them for treating you like trash.”

When Lio is one, Timo’s parents still haven’t met him. It happens completely by accident.

I’m out at a cafe by where Timo is training, doing some work while Lio naps in his stroller. I look up to see Claudia and Charly walking by to sit at a table. I look down immediately, not sure if his parents would even recognize me. I recently went blonde with Larissa’s assistance, last time they saw me my hair was chestnut brown.

“Emma?” Claudia asks as she stops next to my chair. Her eyes dip down to the stroller where Timo’s mini is sucking on his nook. Her hand shakes as it goes to her mouth, touching her pursed lips. 

I don’t know what to do. I am stunned. Shocked. Should I leave? Are they going to freak out, thinking it’s me that is keeping their son and grandson away? What am I going to tell Timo?

“Hi.” I finally say, shutting my laptop. I push my sunglasses up to my head, glancing at Timo’s dad who is silent. He too is staring at Lio. Neither of them can take their eyes off of our son. I follow their gazes to where Lio sleeps. He looks so dapper because Timo dressed him before he went to training. He has on cute blue shorts with a white button up shirt and stark white Adidas. 

“Um, this is Lio.” I whisper. 

Claudia blinks as tears roll down her cheeks. She eventually looks at me and shakes her head. 

“I’m so sorry. We should go. Timo wouldn’t want us to meet him.” She turns, grabbing Charly’s forearm. “You don’t have to tell him about this.” They both walk off before I can say anything.

The whole interaction crushes me. I don’t tell Timo until Lio is down for the night. I have a glass of red wine perched on my thigh as we watch the sunset on our back deck. 

“I saw your parents today.” 

“Wha….t?” He sputters, turning his whole body to look at me. “What happened? Are you okay?”

“Nothing happened, but it made me really sad for them. For us.” Timo’s gaze travels down to my leggings and away from my face. “Babe, your mom walked away for you. Because she knows you don’t want them to know him. And she just grabbed your dad and left.”

“See that’s the kind of shit I’m talking about. They just walked away and didn’t even meet our son?” I shake my head aggressively no, grabbing his hand and squeezing it.

“No, your mom was respecting your wishes. The things you’ve been adamant about over the last few years. She walked away because she loves you that much. Even though it killed her.” Turmoil clouds his eyes. “You think I’m a good mom?”

“The best.”

“I would have done the same thing your mom did today for Lio. No hesitation.” Timo slides his hand from mine, crossing his arms over his chest.

“I’m still so mad at them, Em.” He says after a moment.

“I know. And you also really miss them.” I stroke his neck over his heartbeat.

#TM: Loving & Leaving

[latibvles]

SAD, BEAUTIFUL, TRAGIC.

beautiful, tragic // the tongue is a graveyard.

where do the words go, when they're thought but never said?

TAGLIST: @liebgotts-lovergirl , @softguarnere , @brassknucklespeirs , @monalisastwin

WARNINGS: nothing

SUMMARY: Another, unspoken rule of war, is that plans can change in the blink of an eye. But that doesn't mean Daisy has to like it.

It’s cold and dark, and every gush of wind rattles Daisy down to her aching bones. Her girls are all together, leaning on one another for warmth, sleeping as soundly as one can in a jeep that starts and stops erratically, trying to make its way to where it needed to go. She’d snatched a discarded scarf, wrapped it snugly around Jane’s neck despite her protests — and given that the wind is piercing through their uniforms already; she’s thankful she did. Outside, men bark orders and scramble for ammo and rations and all other means to sustain themselves. In this jeep, all they can do is wait.

Everything had felt okay, just a few hours earlier…

Rita’s quiet, and she’s rarely ever quiet.

The two girls sit in the somewhat-empty Community Center. The movie had long since ended, but there was no harm in sitting and chatting; something they hardly ever got to do. They’d be showing another later, Seven Sinners, but she didn’t plan on staying for that one. Daisy recounts some of the things that had taken place over the past several days, and she immediately knows something’s up when she mentions Ron and there’s no reaction from her — a topic that Rita usually jumped on to tease her about, ever since that night in Aldbourne.

“You’ve been off. What’s going on?” She states, reaching to grab the girl’s hand. Rita scrunches her nose, not at the contact, but probably at Daisy’s ability to call it.

“Nothing, I just… realized something. I guess.”

“And that is?”

Rita sighs, before taking a deep breath and turning to look at her shoes, propped up on the bar of the folding chair in front of her.

“This is the first time you n’ I have actually sat down together since your promotion,” she points out, her voice uncharacteristically soft. “Even then it’s been… who even knows how many months since me, you, Patty, n’ Gin have all been in the same room. It’s just… I guess it’s hittin’ me now.” She had a point.

Being a nurse was like being a worker bee, constantly buzzing around from one place to the next. And as combat nurses they had double the responsibilities, taking on the burdens of both combat medics and standard army nurses. So like a worker bee working overtime. Patty was made Ginny’s runner for the time being, Ginny was… well, Ginny, and as a Lieutenant Daisy was no longer a part of Rita’s squad. She missed the days of meeting up in a billet, letting Patty braid her hair while Ginny and Rita bickered over something harmless.

“Yeah. Sorry about that. I’d make more time if I could,” Daisy offers, but Rita just shakes her head.

“Not your fault,” she states quickly. “I guess I’m just wonderin’ what’s gonna happen when we’re mobilized again. And when we go home.”

“Nervous about putting a muzzle on Fox Company?” Daisy teases, and Rita scoffs, accenting it with a squeeze of her hand.

“Definitely not. I’ll set ‘em straight, you can count on that,” she huffs.

Daisy chuckles at that as she lets Rita’s words sink in. She hadn’t even considered what would happen when they went home. It all felt so far away, no matter how many officers spoke of Berlin being three months away. But she figures, for someone like Rita, who’s got no place to go — it’d always be in the back of her thoughts.

“I know a place in Boston that I was looking at before I joined up,” Daisy tries with another squeeze of her hand. “And you know how bad I am at housekeeping.”

“You’re the worst.”

“Exactly. And you can’t cook for shit, so it works out!”

Rita snorts, her laugh breathy as she shakes her head with a fond smile creeping its way onto her face.

“Yeah Dais, I’ll run away to freakin’ Boston with you,” It’s enough to lift her spirits a bit as Daisy lets go of Rita’s hand. “You know I don’t think I told you, Joe ended up taking me to one of those USO shows.”

“Oh, so he’s Joe now?” Rita rolls her eyes again but Daisy doesn’t miss the way her cheeks flush, a fond smile creeping onto her face.

“Anyways, Marlene Dietrich was there, if you can believe it. It was a good show, you should come with us next time,” and then, with a wolfish grin, “…after Paris of course.”

“So you were listening!”

“I’m always listening,” she accentuates her point with a gentle tug to Daisy’s earlobe. Daisy laughs, shaking her head and shaking off Rita’s hand with it. “In any case, they say makeup sex is the best sex. So Merry Christmas, Lieutenant.” A warmth rushes to Daisy’s face at Rita’s sly smirk.

“No one says that, and you’re being presumptuous.”

“I said it, and you didn’t deny it.”

Before Daisy can open her mouth in protest, the door opens and a disgruntled Private rushes in.

“Lieutenant Clarke?” He asks, and she nods. He hands her a piece of paper folded into thirds, salutes, and then scurries off. With Rita peering over her shoulder, she unfolds it curiously.

‘Made time. “Rue de l'Eglise” at 23:00. — Ron.’

She can hear Rita’s giggling behind her. Daisy reaches back with her free hand to shove her away.

“Oh, so he’s Ron now?” She asks, half-mocking, half-playful.

It worked out — that was right after her shift at the infirmary, so she’d just have to head straight there. She can’t help but smile a little bit, but it’s Rita, so she has no reason to fight it.

“Weren’t you listening? He’s always been Ron.”

She hasn’t prayed properly in a long time, but if praying would bring them their winter uniforms faster — she’s not opposed to going to church. And they have one, with a priest and a bible and some nice glass windows. But Sunday services are still in the morning, so if they aren’t here by this Saturday then she’ll go to pray.

But for now, Daisy’s content to wash her hands twice, because a Corporal ate something funny and cleaning the bedpan has never been her favorite part of the job. It’s also a testament to the low food in camp, something else she might pray for, if it doesn’t come by this Saturday. The thought is quickly taken over by other, more pressing matters.

I’m gonna tell you everything, that’s what she’d told him — and it was one of the few things she feels certain of. She would do things right this time, because how many more chances would she get? She doesn’t want that question answered. Ron had already been wounded twice and she didn’t want to know if he’d be so lucky as to pull through a third time. Alongside that, she wonders about what he’ll say — because as direct as he tends to be, sometimes the things he says really throw her for a loop.

“Daisy! Er— Lieutenant Clarke!” Patty comes barreling into the infirmary, cheeks flushed and panting. Daisy snaps her gaze to the girl, who’s chest heaves.

“Patty? Are you alright?” She immediately rushes forward to rub circles into her back, which Patty smiles at, but waves it off.

“Ginny needs… to see you. The men are moving to the front. We’ve… we’ve got orders.” With that, Patty’s clamping her hand around Daisy’s wrist and rushing out the door. She tries to keep up, her mouth going dry. Rue de l'Eglise. 23:00.

“Patty,” Daisy tries, but the girl continuously pulls her along as men rush about — the rumble of truck engines and clamor filling her ears. “Patty!” she tries again, and this time, the girl looks back, but continues rushing forward. “Have you— Have you seen Lieutenant Speirs at all?” Patty scrunches her nose and shakes her head.

“Gosh I hope not. He’s freaked me out since Normandy.” Daisy huffs and nods and allows herself to be dragged as they approach Ginny, talking to nurses and medics with quickness. “Captain! I found her!” Patty calls, and Ginny rushes halfway to meet them.

“There you are! Okay, Clarke—”

“What’s going on?!” Daisy asks, pulling her arm from Patty’s wrist and looking around. Ginny’s lips press into a thin line.

“German forces are making their way through the Ardennes. Fourth Infantry’s pulling out, 101st is going in, and we’re all headed to different points of the evacuation chain. Heavy casualties, they need the extra support. McCarney’s headed to the 107th Evacuation Hospital, and I’m headed there too. Ward’s girls are gonna be staffing the ambulances in the chain. You’re headed into Bastogne. Get your girls, get whatever supplies you can carry — I don’t know what the situation’s like but it’s not looking good.”

Her head is spinning, pounding even. Bastogne. Supplies. Support. Rue de l'Eglise. 23:00. It registers and she knows what she has to do, but her heart’s already pounding in her ears. She swallows hard. Ginny takes another step forward and pulls Daisy roughly into a hug, which Patty joins in on.

“You stay safe, Gin,” Daisy mutters, because it's all she can muster. “You too, Pat.” Firm shoulder squeezes, and Daisy’s off to find her women, go over her medkit, and find their truck.

Finding the women is the easiest part — their uniforms distinct, but also because they’re busy. Handing out rations to men and packing medkits and the like. Daisy finds a scarf abandoned near an oil drum, and she has half a mind to keep it for herself until she sees Jane shiver for a moment.

“Lieutenant Gray! Come here!” The woman snaps to attention and makes her way over — only for Daisy to wrap the scarf around her neck with no hesitation.

“Clarke, this really isn’t necessary,” She tries to argue, but Daisy shakes her head.

“It definitely is. You’ll thank me later. Make sure your medkit’s packed, try to fit extra where you can and get the girls on the truck. Okay?” Jane nods stiffly, tugging slightly at the garment but not taking it off entirely, as she moves back towards the women she was with once before — Liebmann and Foster. And then, Daisy’s going to make sure her own medkit is packed well enough, but her eyes are still searching, still hoping in spite of her brain knowing better.

And she doesn’t see Ronnie, but she does see Rita, with fistfuls of Liebgott’s jacket, kissing him with all the intensity you’d put into a difficult goodbye. And from the looks of it, he’s returning it. It feels intimate enough that Daisy has half a mind to look away from the scene. She lets go, and Daisy swears her lip wobbles a bit as she turns to walk away. It’s only then that Rita’s eyes find hers, and the two girls are rushing towards each other, welcoming each other into a borderline bone-crushing embrace.

“Don’t fuck around out there, Dais,” the girl mutters in her ear, “We’ve got an apartment stateside and I can’t cook for shit.” Daisy laughs weakly, returning the tight squeeze before they release each other.

“You haven’t seen Ron, have you?” she asks, a twinge of hope to the question. But Rita’s apologetic frown and shake of her head is quick to snuff it out.

“I was hoping you’d seen him already. I think Dog Company might’ve pulled out.” It’s a sinking feeling in her chest, a lump forming in her throat that she forces herself to swallow. Helpless, like a girl at a train station, like a girl hoping desperately to be kissed on a quiet street in the dead of night.

“Right. Thanks anyway. And don’t worry about me, okay? They’ll beat ‘em back nice and quick,” she knows it isn’t realistic, but she can’t fall into despair now.

So they pull away from each other, and Daisy gathers her women and loads them into the truck — urging them to sleep now, while they can, because she doesn’t know when they’ll actually get to put their heads down in Bastogne. The trucks rumble to life, the first of them pulling out of Mourmelon on their steady ride to the Ardennes, and there’s so many that they lurch and come to abrupt stops repeatedly. Daisy’s stomach churns, both from unease and from motion sickness.

It’s cold and dark, and every gust of wind rattles her down to her aching bones. Her girls are all together, leaning on one another for warmth, sleeping as soundly as one can, given the circumstances. And she’s thankful for the scarf still wrapped around Jane’s neck — and given that the wind is piercing through their uniforms already; she’s thankful she didn't take no for an answer. Outside, men bark orders and scramble for ammo and rations and all other means to sustain themselves. In this jeep, all they can do is wait.

And like always, her thoughts drift to Ron, first.

I’m gonna tell you everything. That’s what she told him. And she still means it. So in spite of it not being in a Church, and being fairly certain it is no longer Sunday — she can’t help but pray. Pray for his safety, for her friends’, for Liebgott and Roe and the rest of Easy’s safety too. Its strange, having the words leave her lips in a hurried and hushed tone, but it’s all she can think to do in this instance.

And when sleep catches up to her at long last, she only hopes that she dreams of Paris.

#fic // sad beautiful tragic #band of brothers fic #ronald speirs #band of brothers oc #ronald speirs x ofc #ronald speirs x oc #hbo war fic #hbo war oc #ron speirs #ron speirs x oc

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The Companion 6

Pairing: Park Jimin x Reader

Genre:Romance, Idol AU, Drama, Comedy, Angst, Soulmate AU (Began in chapter 5), Slow burn (ended)

Chapter Warning(s): Teenager Jimin. Maybe a tad bit of angst (dunno how far I went with it). Mentions of sex, but nothing happened. And the members tease him of getting.. some but again, nothing happens lol... Yet :D UNEDITED!

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POV: Jimin

Word count: 3.5k me finks

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A/N (PLEASE READ!) : Before you start reading this chapter, I'd like to say that I'm sorry for not updating this series recently. Ever since I started working at my current job, all I've been doing is hibernating and recharching my body batteries for the following Mondays. So I sleep alot. Though I have fics that I've been writing and even uploaded, it was difficult to get in the right head space I needed to write this fic, but I've been getting ideas and listening to music has been fueling my motivation so here I am with an update.

The thing is, In the Soop is usually aired around June to October me finks... I'm not exactly sure with the month (sorry lol) but that means 2022 in this story is coming soon, which is gonna lead to the ending. I'm gonna pouring out my last brain cells on this story for the next couple of weeks so that I could upload them somewhat weekly if I can. So that means the next update is gonna take a week or two but hopefully after that, the updates are gonna be consistent making the writing process of Girl of my dreams on hold for now.

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Staring at the white board before classes begun was making me anxious. I lightly swing my head to the side as to make my hair move the direction I styled it in, I take off my glasses and rub my eyes as I waited for our teacher to start. I didn't want to take this class but I decided to go with it as an extracurricular, besides it was extra knowledge and it would probably answer the questions I have without my parents making me go to see a Soulmate specialist which, as much as my dad said I could, I didn't want to. It costs too much that it was more expensive than paying a Neurologist to operate.

'Soulmate 101'

You'd think it was a joke, but schools all over the world held special classes like this for curious minds like ours, particularly, for us guys who have dreamt of their soulmates. Normally they offered these to kids who were in college but world leaders had it changed to be taught in the beginning of high school, to have teenagers like us aware that having a soulmate was not a fever dream, a recurring dream or even a joke, it's real. It was all real. There were a total of ten boys in this classroom, including myself, that had a ton of questions running in our heads. You could tell by the way some of us stared in space.

"Good evening, kids," our teacher says as he enters the classroom. Of course it had to be a guy as well, I thought to myself, who else better to explain this topic to a bunch of hormornal teenagers than someone who went through it as well. As we greet him back and some of us get up to bow, he motions for us to sit down and he doesn't waste time to begin.

"Alright," he takes a deep breath "I'll start with some questions. I don't expect all of you to have the same answers or to have answers, but it's a good baseline." We allnod in understanding. Usually, in a classroom filled with boys, it would get loud and rowdy, strangely enough, we were quiet. Lost. Sad, even. That's most probably why some of us looked like we were in shock. Dad said that this would be considered 'cheap therapy' in comparison to seeing a Soulmate Specialist, but I wanted to learn more about Soulmate before I start panicking and lose my mind.

"Who in all of has dreamt of 'her'?" he asks slowly. Out of ten, eight raised their hands slowly.

"Who met 'her' at a young age? “ five out of ten.

"Who met 'her' at a very, young age?" I was the only one who raised my hand, he looks at me as if he wasn't expecting it as I feel my classmates gazes buring on my back.

"Alright, who has interacted with 'her'?" Eight out of ten.

"Who can, language wise, understand 'her'?" Out of ten, five of us had our hands down, making him say "Well, that's a surprise," and he chuckles.

"Who did things you're not supposed to do in the Dreamstate?" And finally out of ten, only two guys had their hands up, and I was sitting on both of mine tucked under each thigh. Our tracher let's out a contagious laugh, making the rest of us laugh too, "Looks like you two gentlemen tried to have some fun,"

"But, sir, I woke up before anything could happen," one guy said making our teacher laugh harder and the other kid says the same thing.

"That's because there are rules in the Dreamstate." he smiles as he grabs a marker and walks to the board "And that was one of them."

As he writes in the board, I grab my ballpen and wrote notes for reference later on. But the first rule seemed to make me want to claw my eyes out. You'd think they would have some sort of filter, but this is like Sex Education but scarier.

"Rule number one," he says as he writes on the board then turns around smirking at the two rule breakers "Sex is not allowed in the Dreamstate," and thay was where the ruckus began. All in one go we, including myself, started to ask questions on why it wasn't allowed but two kids in particular were complaining on why it wasn't allowed making our teacher laugh at our reactions

"Alright settle down, settle down," he chuckles "I'll try to answer all of your questions everyday this summer before classes our classes end, but you all have to calm down and keep your hormones at bay. Be civilized human and not our ancient ancestors, some of which are claimed to be at a zoo, and you babbling baboons looked like them just now, "

He turns around again to write more rules at the board, if dad hadn't told me that this guy was a legit professor specializing on Soulmates and the Dreamstate, I'd we walking back home by now.

"The reason you can't have sex in the Dreamstate is because of her," we stay quiet as wait for him to continue "Now, wet dreams are common. We know that for sure, but the thing is some individuals don't remember what particularly happens during a wet dream, they know that something did happen but only because of what they have as an evidence when they wake up, and some people barely remember the face of who caused it, and some would call it a nighmare, which leads to the reason why sex isn't allowed in the Dreamstate. If your recircut the dream and you do end up having sex there, your soulmate's mind at your ages now, might perceive it as a nightmare. And what happens to any human being that experiences a realistic nightmare,"

" They don't want to sleep again" I mutter and he nods in my direction "Exactly." he says "Because reality is different from dreaming, you might think you're all good with wanting something like sleeping with your soulmate in the Dreamstate but your bodies might reject it making you wake up, making the dream end" somewhere in the back of the room they guys who tried getting rowdy in the Dreamstate groaned in frustration making the teacher chuckle.

"The Dreamstate is a place where you meet your soulmate and hence, you can only meet there both of you have to be in a deep sleep which is called REM or Rapid Eye Movement, also known as your deep sleep phase. If your soulmate is asleep the same time you are and you meet, it's a clear indicator that they either live in the same country or the nearby countries because of the time zones, but there are some who are currently residing in different countries, making you meet them arrive in a different time while you're already in the Dreamstate. The Dreamstate is in your time zone not hers, notice how it's night time when you're there, for those who have soulmates in a different time zone, she probably shows up later on in the evening or she shows up the same time you do, "

"What does it mean when she shows up at the same time? "one of the guys at the back asks

"Think of it this way," he says as he half sits on the table "Imagine a house with locked doors, you can't get in without number one, having a key and of course, with respect number two, permission to enter the house. She has neither. The house is your Dreamstate, you have the master key and it's the only one available. She can't show up unless you're there. "

" But what if she's already there before you arrive? "I asked

He looks at me, probably thinking why I had a question like that which was probably why he asked" Did you experience it? "

“I don't think so," I shrug

"Because if anyone did, it's a rare case, Jimin-ah" I blink, more confused than ever

"I thought you said there was only one master key"

"I did,"

"Then what.... how in the world did we end up from that topic to this... " I trail off not even knowing how to word my question

"It's because you're all curious and you just had to ask questions. And now I know what I'm going to discussing this summer. But to continue, ten out of a hundred soulmates in this world experience a phenomena wherein, the masterkey is neither yours or hers. Simply put, it's a natural phenomena. Meaning, as cliché and cheesy as this is gonna sound, you are both fated to be together. Now there's a difference between naturally having soulmates and having soulmates that are bound to be together, or as I just worded it 'fate'."

"I though there was only a standard" the kid next to states

"And that because like I said, it's a rare case," he says as he paces and ends up standing in front of my desk, "The standard: having a soulmate, is the most common one that everyone has, but the fated ones are the ones that are usually... monitored. And for a good reason. 'Why' you wonder?" he sighs deeply and looks at me with sad eyes "I don't know what other way to say this but the truth, If any of you experience your soulmate arriving the Dreamstate before you do, not only does it mean that she has a key to the house, but it also means you're not ordinary soulmates, fate figuratively speaking, tied your souls together with no way of undoing it, but you see" he pauses as he looks around the classroom" Soulmates have to option to reject a soulmate, it could be her choice or yours. But know that the difference does not end there, you could still end up with someone else. However, if you're soulmate was fated to be with you and one of you reject the other" he sighs again, shaking his head "You'll never end up with someone else,"

"Why not?" I asked

"Well, the fated ones are the ones who are the read definition of having a soulmate. Think of lovebirds, the fated ones share the same situation as lovebirds do, but in this case if one gets rejected, they end up dying of a broken heart. And the other one is left alone here with us, but usually and based on records, neither of them stay alive."

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Present day

"YA KIM NAMJOON THE SOUP IS ON FIRE! THE GOD DAMNED PAN IS ON FIRE! FOR THE LOVE OF GOD, NAMJOON-AH!" Yoongi yells from living room as he ran to the kitchen, as the rest of the other members run in panic, Namjoon was on the counter top, paper on hand as he covers the fire alarm. Taehyung, Hobi and I open all the windows we could, fanning the smoke out as Yoongi and Jin hyung take care of the burning pan. Jungkook was with me, doing his best to fan out the smoke.

"What happened hyung?" he asks me coughing at the smell of burnt food "One minute you were looking after Namjoon hyung cooking the next you were on your phone and you looked lost"

"Just had a lot in mind, sorry" I said rubbing my face with the palm of my hands.

"Is it Y/n?" Hobi asks as he enters the room "Does she know yet?"

"No, I'm trying to win her heart first before telling her, but I think I did something wrong"

"What makes you say that?" he asks

"Well, I told her I met my soulmate and now she thinks she's third wheeling"

"I can't believe I'm saying this, Jimin-ah, but that was a stupid thing to do," Yoongi says as he overheard the conversation while the three of us walk in to the kitchen.

"That's exactly why I'm trying to make it up to her, I'm bringing her with us for the second season of In the Soop."

Namjoon looks at all of the members before looking at me "Jimin-ah, I don't know how to tell you this, but there are only seven rooms available. Where is she gonna stay?"

"Wait, what?" I ask in confusion but Director-nim said there's enough room for us and the staff.

"That was because Y/n wasn't included in the list," Namjoon reasoned, while Yoongi hyung was smirking looking at the other members "You guys know what that means, right."

"Oh, you're in trouble now, cowboy!" Taehyung hollers with a laugh, standing from the sink where he was washing the pan Namjoon burned.

"Would you look at that, I never thought I'd see this day coming." Jin laughs and Namjoon laughs with him

"W-wait! N-no, I'm confused!" I stuttered in panic "What are you all saying?"

"What we're saying is you're sharing a room," Hobi "And maybe even a bed"

"Even better," Taehyung wiggles his eyebrows at Hobi making Jungkook laugh out loud with the other members as I stare at them wide eyed

"Alright, puppykitty," Yoongi says wrapping an arm around my shoulders "Time for you to turn into a doggone beast,"

"Hey, hey, hey," Jin warns them "Don't scare the poor kid, he's trying to win her heart not her pants," he throws a rag at Yoongi who effectively catches it and throws it back at Jin hyung

"I know that hyung, but it doesn't hurt to tease the kid every once in a while" he grins

"The kid you're talking about isn't a kid any more, let alone inexperienced" I glare at him playfully

"Oooh," Taehyung gapes "the puppykitten can bark, bite and has claws"

"You little-" I yell as I run towards him as he runs and I chased the little brat around the dorm.

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"Please tell me I'm making the biggest mistake of my life by bringing Y/n to this trip" I beg Yoongi hyung who was getting ready to get into our bus that was going to take us to the house where we were staying. Y/n was already there with the other staff that went ahead in the afternoon and she sent me a text saying that the staff told her that they'd have to wait for us to get settled before they could get settled. That staff in particular were a few close guards and the managers who knew about Y/n being my soulmate.

"Kid, don't call what you two have a mistake," he said sadly looking away. It was until it hit me, "I-I'm sorry, hyung," I quickly apologized "I forgot, I wasn't thinking-"

"Don't sweat it, kid," he gives me a small smile "I have a chance to still meet someone who I could call my soulmate, but you can't" he says "Do everything you can to make sure she stays, you did the right thing already by bringing her here, you're brave to contact her parents before we even debuted God I forgot you met up with them too when we did American Hustle Life" he shakes his head

"You have guts, kid" he pats my back "I know you love her and you're doing your best, it will pay off. You'll see,"

"And besides, if she doesn't love you back" Taehyung says from behind making us turn around "we still love you," he smiles playfully.

"Thanks, Taehyung-ah," he grins "Sure thing, now please move I want to get the seat with more leg space," he walks ahead of us straight to the bus.

"Think happy thoughts, Jimin-ah," Yoongi says as he walks toward the bus.

On the entire ride to the rest house, ai kept thinking of how I was going to spend my spare time with her before we got to the real world at the end of the week. I made a mental list in my head, but it just lead to me falling asleep only to be woken up by our cameraman and director.

"We go on cars from here, guys" he says as he leads us out of the bus

"Why do you we have to get in cars?" Namjoon asks yawning

"It's better to get there by car, the bus isn't a great idea to drive there." the director explains, he's also one of the people we trusted to explain that Y/n was my soulmate. As I got in the car, I pulled out my phone quickly to sent Y/n a text letting her know we changed vehicles only to receive a text that said 'wait until you see this place!'

"Why did Y/n text me saying 'Wait until you see this place'?" I ask.

"Woah, do you see that?" Jungkook says while Hobi says he sees lights. When the house came to view my jaw dropped, despite the darkness of the night I was able to see the outline of the buildings with the mild illumination the lights gave out. Three houses. There's plenty of room! They scared me for nothing! As we all got out of the cars and walked in to the estate with awe and our bags on hand we headed to the mainhouse first. Looking around, we had a mini library and reading area, and I instantly knew you were going to enjoy it. During the meeting last month for what we wanted or needed for our stay, I asked our director what the others had already asked for but he knew I only had one question in mind.

"Can you cut this next part out?" I asked him eyeing the camera next to him.

"Yeah sure, Jimin-ssi," he nods "What's up?"

"Can I bring her with us?" I ask hopeful as I look between him, my manager and Sejin-nim who was also in the room.

"Well you could," Sejin hyung says "We'll just cut her off of scenes when she's in frame, but we're not sure about the rooms,"

"Why's that?" I asked curious "I could just sleep on the couch or share a bed with the other members or she could stay with the other staff"

"We'll see what we could do, Jimin-ah" Sejin nods "But she could join you," I nod, thanking them as I got up and made my way out of the room.

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"There are only seven rooms," our director announced as we all gathered in the living room of the main house.

I gaped, mouth opening and closing like a fish out of water. I was speechless. Shit. Now what? As we discussed which building we were all staying in for our stay, I came across a room that had a couch, but as I looked up I let out a sound in surprise and grab my amenities basket again only to announce to Hobi and Taehyung that there was a huge bug in the bedroom.

"Rock, paper, scissors," they both agreed "winner gets to pick a room". And so the game began, none of them knew that Y/n was gonna stay in a room with me and not the staff so I had to do all I could to win a room with a lot of space and a couch, and that room was the room above our heads. And what a lucky evening it was. I jump in excitement as I was the first one to win, and ran up the stairs happily before going back to the main house for our late dinner. But first...

"Y/n!" I call out as I enter the staff's residence.

"Jimin-ah," she calls back "Give me a second I'm in the restroom,"

"Okay," I answer as I ask Sejin-nim where her luggage was to help her

"She only brought a backpack" he whispers.

"WHAT?!" I whisper-yelled

"She told me she's only staying for 2 days, then she's leaving with the other staff to go back home, something about keeping a distance between you two and letting you breathe air she wasn't breathing" he chuckled.

Typical of Y/n to think I'll let her leave in two days, we were surrounded by greenery and the forest, she's not going anywhere.

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Now for the nonsense, into the abysssssss nyehehehehhehee. Today's topic- My dream ✨️❤️

Maybe I'll even doodle some of it, like the most memorable parts lol

So my dream starts off with me running across a field carrying my dog. And I mean I'm booking it, panting and scared and shit 🤣 The field is a university, a big fancy Campus too, and it was night. But night classes where going on (unless it was early morning and it was just dark still 🤣) anyways, I'm running and I look over my shoulder to see that Alan is chasing after me, coming out the woods. I like run into the entrance, and out in the middle of the campus, I'm just turning, spinning around trying to figure out where to go. I just run and choose a building, I put my dog down as I locked the door panting hard. Behind me was an Army recruiter, looking concerned. And I'm like "Sorry, is it ok that I locked this?!" And the dude was like " No, it's alright! I can see that you were being chased by that guy. Stay over here." The recruiter is trying to play it cool cuz we can hear Alan jerking the handle hard. The recruiter keeps his arm around me and says "just pretend your doing this, don't turn around."

I'm scared as fuck 🤣 the panic was real when I heard the lock clicked, meaning he somehow opened the door. The recruiter is keeping a good distance, making sure to keep me away from Alan while he is staring down hard at me. The recruiter was like "✨️ Are you also interested in joining ?✨️" I'm avoiding eye contact as I kept looking at the papers. Then Alan said "..sure.." but not looking at the man.

Now here's the fun, cute part my brain decided to add to the table, a pile of drawings near Alan. The drawings are of Alan 🤣 some made by me, and some made by my fellow moots. Alan points em out and was like "what are these?" The recruiter looks at em and was like "oh just some fanart people submit. They put a lot of love into em." Alan is looking through em, his eyes going all soft and cute, all happy saying "yeah..." as he looks at me. 🤣 I was like ACK. While he was distracted, I realized I put my dog down and was looking for her. I hear her barking outside in the side yard and I go out there. I picked her little dummy self up and was like "how the hell you get out here?" As I'm walking back up to the door, I hear something running towards me, I turned around to see it's a deer 🦌 a buck really, coming full charge at me. UNFORTUNATELY the door locked behind me when I went outside. So I crouch using my body to protect my dog as I screamed. 🤣 of course, I screamed for the one person I was being chased by. Alan comes running and scares it away. Yaaayyy saved,

Alan looks to me and says "You're ok, usually around this time young bucks come out..." he comes closer as he offered his hand to me, "I just want to protect you doe-eyes."

Lmao I ran for it. I ran through many buildings and I went into a classroom pretending It was my class and I made a friend in there too 🤣 I was giving a very convincing bullshit presentation and I noticed Alan was sitting behind the girl I was friends with. When I sat down I kept looking down as the girl gave me my dog back. She was smiling whispering to me "hey that guy behind us has been staring at you for the entire class time." I stood up fast and speed walked out the room saying "I don't even go here." XD Alan finally catches up to me and was like

"Please stop running from me"

🤣😭😩 waaah, of course I try to wiggle away from his grip but he just easily pulled me into a hug, not letting me go until I stopped struggling.

I forgot how the dream ended but I no somewhere in the mix, there was a spicy moment 🤣 either way, I didn't get away lmao.

Keekekkekee

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HeliosR - Victor Valentine Card story ‘‘Considerate Victor’’

Translation of Victor Valentine’s 4* ‘’A Thousand And One Nights And The Secret Banquet’’ card story from ‘Helios Rising Heroes’.

Victor: Now then��� I suppose I shall change.

Nova: Eeeh~ Can’t you wear these for a little bit longer since you have them on anyway? Oh yeah, how about taking a picture too?

Victor: Why?

Nova: It’s for a keepsake, keepsake! Since it’s a rare sight to see you wear something like this….

Nova: Which reminds me, I should’ve have taken some pics when you went to buy the suit~

Victor: I seem to fail to understand as to why you would want to make a keepsake out of wearing something different than usual, however going as far as taking pics at the tailor is even more puzzling.

Nova: That’s just another keepsake. You gotta take pics when going on a trip, no?

Victor: The line of thinking where visiting a tailor is being equated to traveling is rather questionable. 

Victor: And when simply keeping the aspect of etiquette in mind, taking pictures at the tailor is rather impudent.

Nova: Uwuuh, another day where my ass got handed…

Ren: I’m coming in

Nova: Huh… Ren-kun, what’s up? It’s not often that you drop by here~?

Ren: ……I was looking for Victor. Marion told me that he’s here.

Victor: For me? What business do you have with me?

Ren: ….Look at this

Victor: Oh my, that bowl… that’s the Betta we keep in our living room, yes?

Ren: Yeah. It looked to be doing fine up until yesterday, but then suddenly became lethargic

Victor: Which is why you came to me?

Ren: …Shouldn’t I have? I’ve looked up different things but, given how I’m an amateur I was worried I’d somehow make things worse.

Victor: Not at all. Although I hesitate to say I’m an expert myself, it was good judgment on your part to come to me.

Nova: Fufu. If anything, you are the fish professor♪

Victor: Nova… I’m certain I have emphasized how I’m not too fond of being called that.

Nova: Sorry, sorry. It got stuck in my mind ever since I heard about it from Jay-san~

Victor: Sigh… Now is not the time and place to quibble. Let’s inspect the state of this fish first.

Victor: But first, a change of clothes. It feels rather strange to stay like this.

Nova: Well, you can’t get ‘em dirty so

Victor: Now then, Ren. Forgive me, but please wait here for a little bit.

Ren: Eh…..

Victor: What’s the matter?

Ren: Ah… no, nothing…

Nova: ?

Victor: …….. Ah, that’s what it is.

Nova: Eh? What, what’s what!?

Victor: …….I’ll stay as this and look first.

Ren: ………

Victor:  While I am concerned about staining my suit, there’s nothing to justify a change of clothes.

Victor: To begin with, there’s not a precise reason to be found regarding why researchers and physicians wear white laboratory coats either.

Victor: If anything it is a crystal clear example of “superficiality”, which isn’t something of importance to me.

Nova: Well, you have a point there. But, even if everyone in the research department stopped wearing lab coats, I’d always keep wearing mine

Victor: Because in your case it’s something to easily wear, no?

Nova: Ahaha~ My secret’s out? I don’t have to wreck my mind over it and it’s handy

Victor: There’s no issue with wearing the same outfit every day, but please do wash it. You are aware there are spare lab coats too, yes?

Nova: There are, but changing is too much trouble… Ahaha~

Victor: I cannot believe this…

Nova: It’s fine! When it gets that bad, Jack’s filth detection sensor will pop off and it’ll get ripped off by force!

Victor: ….Excuse me, we’ve strayed off from the main topic at hand. Ren, bring that bowl over here.

Ren: Y-yeah…

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Victor: …….

Nova: Honestly, seeing you observe a tropical fish while looking like that does have a strange, mismatched feeling to it.

Victor: I’ll have you know that physicians would wear such formal attire in the 19th century.

Victor: I’d even argue that the common practice of wearing a white laboratory coat is comparatively a new development.

Nova: Huuuh~ Doing work in a suit like that is totally unreasonable

Nova: I do think it’s better to have one laying around, so I had bought one before. It’s pretty much a useless commodity at this point though…

Nova: Actually, do you have a suit, Ren-kun? One to wear at formal occasions.

Ren: No, I don’t but…

Nova: I see. Then how about we go buy one together next time?

Ren: Eh……..

Nova: There’s a tailor I can recommend to you. Victor got his from there, and Akira-kun also got one there before.

Nova: Akira needed it for the job, but I thought about you afterwards and it’d be good for you to also have a suit--

Ren: B-but, why are you…

Nova: Eh? Ah…. sorry. Inviting you came out so naturally, and as to why I asked… Uum..

Victor: Perhaps it was out of loneliness.

Nova: EEH!?

Victor: After thoroughly observing it, I wasn’t able to pinpoint any symptoms of illness.

Nova: Ah- you’re talking about the betta!?

Victor: Yes. Another name for the betta would be the fighting fish. The name derives from the fact that the males are made to spar with each other, followed by people placing bets on them.

Victor: It’s a fish that’s already quite aggressive from its own nature, therefore it’s necessary one pays attention to it when placed with other fish.

Victor: Even in our case, all the other fish are together in one big tank while this one is kept in a separate fish bowl… Although that might have backfired.

Ren: What do you mean?

Victor: Strictly speaking, they’re not allowed to swim with males of the same species as themselves, otherwise different fish who have gaudy fins resembling theirs.

Victor: By being too cautious, we separated it from the other fish, and ended up inflicting loneliness on it instead…

Ren: Fish can also feel lonely?

Victor: Absolutely. Rabbits and dogs, your beloved cats, all of them get lonely, yes? Same goes for fish.

Ren: ……

Victor: Fortunately, we only have one betta in our entire aquarium. And I don’t recall there being any other fish that could rival it.

Victor: There’s a large possibility it will return to feeling well again by letting it join the other fish in the big tank. We’ll do that first and then keep an eye out on it.

Ren: Got it…

Nova: That’s great news, Ren-kun. Good thing you consulted with the fish professor~

Victor: You’re being annoying, Nova.

Nova: Ehehe, sowwy. I’ll cut it out so don’t get mad

Victor: Good grief… Now, enough of this, I’m going to change my clothes now.

Ren: Eh……

Victor: Will you be going back too, Ren?

Ren: Y-yeah…

Nova: Gotta hurry up and let Betta-kun make some friends~♪

Ren: ……….

Ren: Um…. Professor Nova…

Nova: Hm?

Ren: About what you said earlier… um…

Ren: If you can… I’d like you to introduce me to that tailor, next time…

Nova: Ren-kun…..

Ren: I-I’ll…be looking forward to it…

Victor: (Oh my…)

Victor: (I thought they would’ve left things on a sour note, but seems that he himself realized he couldn’t leave it at that.)

Victor: (Although Shion-san who would’ve been right beside them is no longer with us, there’s no reason for things to be inherently awkward in between them.)

Victor: (....More than anything, they’ve taken a small step to understanding each other.)

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