#subpar writing i apologize to the crowd | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

riddle-me-ri · 1 year

Note

I absolutely love the interactions between ozzie and flirty!Reader it's so good omg I would love it if you could write a part two after their initial meeting or just more interactions between them

(I like to imagine reader does the "is this seat taken" thing to ozzie then sits on his lap 💕) (possibly a flustered ozzie? 🤔 or will his confidence carry him through)

On another note you should really get more notes on your posts I swear you're such an underrated write you've written so many of my fav riddler and ozzie content you've gotta be shown more appreciation ✨️

A/N: aww thank you so much, honestly I think the low notes are just cause I’m still new and a subpar writer lol. Plus my mutuals probably expect my hot and naughty works and I’ve just been writing fluffy, fun, and more romantic type content rip.

I’m so glad you’re enjoying their interactions, they’re super fun to write and come up with. I wish I could be this natural and confident of a flirt rip. Also, I absolutely love the idea of the reader just claiming a seat in Ozzie’s lap, so I went with that for this other encounter of their’s lol. Also, apologies that this ends kinda weirdly…wasn’t sure how to end it rip

Trigger Warnings: none, just more flirting

Word Count: 901

Reevesverse/Farrell Penguin x Reader - Is This Seat Taken?

After the success of the first night out to the Iceberg Lounge, you and your friends decided you guys had a new go-to to let lose. Which was definitely a win-win for you. You got to spend time with your friends, create memories, and have an absolute blast. Also, you got more opportunities to bump into Oswald again.

There were a few nights you couldn’t point him out in the crowds. You figured he was either out for the evening or perhaps doing some business in the club within the club. You still tried to enjoy the night when he wasn’t there.

Although, the nights he was there…immediately made the night that much better.

You were flattered when he recognized you and before you know it the two of you were back into your flirtatious exchange. Not even missing a beat since the last encounter.

Obviously, you finally had to divulge to your friends the other strong motive you had to going out to the Iceberg Lounge. One was excited and the other was shocked.

They tried to talk you out of it, to probably end it before things got too real. A small part of you deep down knew that it was far too late for that. You weren’t going to admit it though, not when you felt like you still had a control over your emotions. It was all just for fun. Who can say they flirted with a mob boss and got away with it? Not to mention more than once?

In fact tonight, you had a little trick up your sleeve to really push the envelope. Due to this, you decided to go out on a night when your friends were too busy to join you.

When you walked into the club, the music was already starting to send vibrations through your bones. You couldn’t afford to get lost in it, not yet anyway. You walked around, slipping and swerving around the dancing bodies on the floor.

Your head was turning left and right, up and down. Just for a moment, you cursed his shorter stature. You kept looking until you reached the other end of the building. The only place left to check was up. Still dodging both immobile and mobile bodies, you were able to make it to the upper level.

“Hey! There they are! Where have you been, sweetheart?” Oswald hollered to you.

He was lounging on red booth that lined up against the wall. He had a couple other guys around him, each with a girl beside them, clinging to each guy. You didn’t even take notice of his company you were just happy to see that toothy grin of his.

“I’ve been looking for you, Ozzie!” You yelled back over the music as you made your way to the seating area.

“All you had to do was call, I would’ve come for you, doll.” He replied smoothly, he too clearly forgetting his company for a moment.

“I’m glad I caught you though! For a second I thought you were too busy for me!” You finally got to the table and were immediately mirroring the wide smile he had on his face.

“I’ll always make time for you, honey.”

You stood in front of him for a minute and decided to make your move.

“Is this seat taken?” Instead of gesturing to the obvious seat next to him, you pointed toward his lap.

You could hear the girls on the other side of the table softly gasp. They have worked at the club for years, and while Oswald always respected them, they never dared to be so bold with him.

It was always scary when some of Falcone or Maroni’s men tried to step up to him, but they have never seen a civilian so confident to openly flirt with him.

Oswald spared a glance down to his empty lap and back up at you. At first uncertain he heard you correctly, but soon enough he let out a hardy laugh.

“No, not at all, sweetheart. I was saving it just for you as a matter of fact!” He patted his knee.

He doubled down on your offer. Not truly expecting you to see it to the end.

Joke’s on him.

“I would sure hope so.” You scooted between the booth and the table and gently sat down on his thigh. You turned to the side so you were leaning your left side against Oswald and your legs were tucked inbetween his.

The guys and girls around the table eyes widened in pure bewilderment. Not entirely expecting you to actually sit in The Penguin’s lap.

Oswald too was shocked for a moment as he felt the slight weight on his leg, but he really couldn’t say he wasn’t pleased either. This took guts, and he liked that about you.

You glanced at him and smiled at him. “Thanks, Ozzie. Is this okay?”

Oz guffawed. “Of course it is, sweetheart. I wouldn’t allow it if it wasn’t.” He gently wrapped his arm around your waist. If it would have been any other arm, you would’ve removed it immediately in disgust. However, you didn’t mind his warm and stocky arm holding you.

“Okay, just let me know when your leg falls asleep okay?” You patted his shoulder.

“No worries, doll. Good thing I got two of ‘em, huh?”

You giggled. “Yes, sir. A very good thing.”

#reevesverse penguin x reader #reevesverse oswald cobblepot x reader #farrell penguin x reader #farrell oswald cobblepot x reader #ri writes

90 notes · View notes

neoheros · 3 years

Text

“you left the door unlocked?” atsumu calls out to you the second he enters your apartment, heavy bags of laundry and groceries occupying his arms, and with another second, you meet him in the kitchen.

“oh hey!” you chime, “you’re home!”

and atsumu looks at you, “you left the door unlocked!”

“it’s a safe neighborhood.” you shrug, tittering as you ignore his antics, and you walk over closer to him to welcome him home.

it’s been a long day without atsumu — he has his volleyball career and you have your college, but even after all that, he is still your husband, and it’s only right that you get to miss him.

atsumu settles down the bags he carried on the kitchen counter, a hand on his hip, and he turns your hug away.

he tells you, “what if a psychopathic maniac walked in?”

“well, then i would’ve said; hi tsumu, how was your day?” you smile, rolling your eyes at his chattering, and you attempt to hug him again despite your first attempt being futile.

atsumu smiles, his own cheshire grin, and he likes that he goes home to you, likes that no matter how tiring his day gets, he’ll always have you to come home to.

he lets you welcome him into a hug, and he smiles, and he laughs, saying, “i picked up the laundry - separated your whites from my reds, i didn’t make that mistake again - and i picked up those highlighters you were eyeing the last time we went by there, and, oh wait — ”

he stops talking, walking over to your side of the room, and atsumu says, “pause.”

“what?” you laugh, raising a brow at his actions, and you’re pulled into his arms - he smells like the sun and fresh cologne - and you’re quick to ease into him.

he smiles, “pause.”

you titter, “why?”

and he tells you, “kiss.”

so you laugh thinking he’s joking, but you stop your sentences anyways, pushing his hair away from his face, and you let him kiss you - smiley, toothy, consecutive kisses - and he doesn’t let you pull away.

atsumu’s arms locks behind your hips, pushing you against the kitchen sink, kissing you one after the other, and he pulls away, taking the free second as an opportunity to calm the atmosphere down.

it’s been a long day of volleyball, a long day without you, and it’s nice to just have you so close to him even for a little while.

you smile, your nose almost touching his, and you say, “so you were telling me about highlighters?”

“is that all you want from me?” he asks, faking a dramatic sigh.

and you nod, “i married you for that exact reason, miya - a set of highlighters.”

and atsumu scoffs, “well, miya, i didn’t hear you mention them in your vows.”

the high of the moment ends, his laughter dies down with yours, but neither of you move away from each other - just comfort in the closeness of being together again.

you married this man. you’re barely 20, and you’ve actually married this man - taken his name as your own - and you’re still deciding if that’s a good thing or not.

his nose brushes against yours, and you stare at his face long enough to see a subtle blue discoloration just above his eyebrow.

“you have a bruise.” you frown, pointing out what you see as you trace over it with your finger.

atsumu nods, wincing when you touch too hard over it, “got hit in the face with a ball.”

“does it hurt?” you ask, a bit gentler this time.

and he tells you, “nothing i can’t handle.”

atsumu feels your hand settle on his cheek, his bruised, sore cheek, and he feels how gentle you are with it — like you’re scared to hurt him, and he pushes his face deeper into your palm.

you could never hurt him.

your voice is soft, “wanna go to bed?”

he would go anywhere with you.

atsumu nods, and he laughs, “but we are so not leaving that door unlocked.”

it’s only been a few months since you and atsumu got married — just young kids, signing contracts, sharing names and spitting vows — but he’d like to think that it’s going well, he’d like to think this would last, he’d like to think that you love marrying him as much as he does.

2K notes · View notes

gerrycoco · 3 years

Text

Here are chapter 4 and 5 of the TOL fanfic I’m writing based on @nwarrior777 comic. I’d been meaning to post chapter 4 a while back but hadn’t been sure where my cut off was between these two chapters until I finished them today.

Hope you enjoy and more should be coming soon hopefully!

You can also read this fic on ao3

Chapter 4

The weeks ticked away slowly but surely at the Academy, summer turning into fall and steadily veering into winter. I continued to have the best of fun with Tamara doing all sorts of shenanigans.

With the end of October came Halloween where she snuck us out to go trick or treating when Halloween came around. As we finished up grabbing as much candy as we could, I only half noticed how cold the weather was becoming.

A few weeks later there came the first snowfall, which everyone was super excited about. After a particularly big snowfall most of the residents of the Academy, myself and Tamara included, found ourselves in the outdoor courtyard making snowmen.

Given my nature of not being very good at anything, my own attempts at making a snowman were quite subpar. I could see others not far away snickering among themselves, probably whispering about how ironic it was that someone with ice powers was so bad at stuff involving snow.

I was rather preoccupied by my increasing discomfort at being in the cold to really notice them. Tamara, however, glared in their direction as she joined me after reappearing from having gone to get some extra accessories for our snowmen. "Don't listen to them, Demian," she said, "this isn't a competition or anything, the whole point is just to have fun."

"Yeah I know," I replied, trying to blow on my hands to get them warmer, which only made things worse as with my powers all I did was blow frost over my fingers. It was then that I realized that I didn't have to go about making a snowman the old fashion way. Stretching my hands out in front of me me I tried summoning the snow around me to form into a shape.

"Demian maybe that isn't a good idea," Tamara said, her voice filled with concern, "the doctors told you to be careful about how long you spend in the snow and you already look really cold. I think we should go back inside."

"Hang on, just give me a minute," I managed to reply despite my teeth chattering loudly due to how cold I was. A small crowd of others had come by to watch curiously and I was not about to give them another reason to tease me. Within moments I'd accumulated a pile of snow that I was twisting and bending with frost from my own hands. I’d stopped shivering by then so I ignored how painfully cold I was feeling and concentrated to finish what I was doing.

Soon I had made a full sized snowman, but this time shaped like an actual human. "Tada," I said, with difficulty, now that my whole face felt frozen, "say hello to snow Tamara!" The others all gasped as they came closer to inspect the near perfect snow and ice replica of my friend.

Tamara herself however looked at me, a very stern expression on her face as she grabbed my hand and teleported us inside. Once she was done she dropped my hand and glared at me, looking quite mad. "What were you thinking?! That was dangerous!" she exclaimed loudly.

"What do you mean?" I meant to ask, surprised by how angry she looked. I never got the chance to do so though as everything suddenly went dark.

***********************************************

"You got him here just in time so thankfully he's going to be alright," I heard an unknown voice say.

I groaned as I tried to stir, finding that my whole body was tingling from the sensation of me slowly defrosting. With difficulty I managed to open my eyes, to see that I was in the back room of the infirmary.

"What, what happened?" I asked, the words slightly slurred as my mouth and tongue still hadn't regained full sensation.

"You did something really stupid is what happened," Tamara spat out, angrily wiping tears from her eyes. She then ran out of the room, leaving me alone with who I now saw was a nurse.

“Tamara wait!” I called out. I tried to sit up so I could go after her but realized I was still too numb to do so.

“Woah take it easy there,” the nurse said, putting a hand on my shoulder to prevent me from trying again. “You need to stay lying down for a while longer, your body likely can’t tolerate going into an upright position just yet,” he explained to me. “Right now you need to rest. The doctor should be here shortly to check up on you to make sure you’re doing alright.”

I sighed unhappily but nodded in resignation. The image of Tamara’s face was burnt into my mind as I replayed the scene again over and over again. She had looked so scared and hurt, I felt terrible for putting her through what I imagined was a rather frightening experience.

My wallowing was interrupted by the arrival of the doctor, who I saw was the same I had met when first arriving at the Academy. “We meet again young man,” he said, though he clearly was far from delighted to be seeing me at the present. “That was a very foolish thing you did back there.”

“Yeah I know…” I replied, feeling the guilt weigh on my chest. Added to the fact that I fail at basically everything, I’ve also never exactly been known for being a particularly smart person. Even back at home, my family would usually avoid leaving me alone for extended periods of time.

“It’s a good thing your friend was there and that she was able to teleport you back inside when she did,” the doctor went on, his brows creasing into a concerned frown. He looked over at the monitor I’d been hooked up to and then picked up the chart on my bedside to examine it as well. “Thankfully you hadn’t gone far beyond moderate hypothermia and so your loss of consciousness was likely a form of rewarming shock.”

“I… I didn’t realize it had gotten that bad..” I said, feeling quite scared myself now that the reality of what had just happened was sinking in. “I wasn’t even shivering at the end.”

“Well that’s because shivering is only associated with the milder forms of hypothermia,” the doctor explained, putting the chart down and pulling out a small flashlight from his pocket. He then proceeded to point it in front of each eye and had me follow the beam with my gaze. “We already knew that you would be more sensitive to cold, but it appears now that because of your powers you’ve gone from warm blooded to cold blooded, no pun intended.”

“You mean, like a lizard?” I asked, my brain feeling a bit fuzzy as I tried to process what the doctor was telling me while spots danced in my vision from having the flashlight directed at my eyes.

“Yes precisely, or almost anyway,” the doctor replied, “cold-blooded creatures can’t internally cool themselves off while you have no problem with that. However, like them, you appear to have difficulty with generating sufficient body heat without some external help, which would explain why you progressed so quickly into an increasing hypothermic state.”

I simply blinked at him in response, his sciency explanations were too much for my thawing brain to understand. He appeared to see the look of overall confusion in my eyes and he gave me a small half-smile as he put the flashlight away in his pocket.

“The point is,” he went on, “from now on you will have to take extra special care to make sure you only spend short periods of time in cold environments.”

********************************************* I took the doctor’s word very seriously once I was allowed to leave the infirmary. Not only did I completely avoid going outside, I also made sure to always have an extra warm sweater as well as a hoodie wherever I went. While it might have been overkill, I didn’t want to risk anything happening again.

Mostly I kept to myself as the others gave me looks whenever I was in the common areas or the cafeteria. They had either been there to see me almost freeze to death or had heard about it as gossip spread rapidly around the Academy. I therefore spent the next few days in my room waiting for something new to happen so they wouldn’t be focused on me anymore. Time passed slowly though as I spent it alone seeing Tamara and I hadn’t spoken since the incident.

While normally she was constantly popping into my room to hang out, almost a week went by without me seeing her at all. She had obviously been very upset by my actions and I figured she was still mad at me about it. I really wanted to go and apologize, but, because of her teleportation powers, Tamara was very good at making sure she wasn’t able to be found if she didn’t want to be.

After a few days I decided it had gone on for long enough and decided to park myself outside her room. I figured if I stayed there at one point she’d have no choice but to talk to me. There was always the risk of her teleporting in and out of her room without ever having to use the door, but Tamara could usually only teleport so many times in a day before it started draining her too much and she risked ending up in the wrong place.

I decided then to go and wait outside her bedroom door after dinner time since she was more likely to be tired then and therefore less likely to use her powers to disappear on me. I’d been sitting there for a while, just scrolling on my phone as I waited, when I finally saw her walking down the hallway towards her room. She hadn’t noticed me yet, her head bent and gaze stuck around her shoes, looking about as miserable as I had been feeling.

“Tamara!” I called out, popping her out of her thoughts as her head snapped up at the sound of my voice. At this point she was about ten steps away from her door and I could see in her eyes that she was weighing whether it was worth it to try teleporting past me.

I stood up quickly and walked the distance between us, putting my hand on her arm. “Tamara, please,” I pleaded, “can we talk? I’d really like to apologize…”

She grimaced for a moment then let out a sigh. “Fine,” she replied, removing my hand and going to her bedroom door. I followed closely as she opened it, hoping that she wouldn’t dash in just to slam the door in my face. Instead she held the door open and gestured for me to come inside.

I went and sat down on the chair by the desk while Tamara shut the door before going to sit on the end of her bed. She glanced quickly in my direction before looking away and crossing her arms, visibly still quite upset with me.

I’d spent the time waiting outside her room going through how best to apologize to her, but in that moment all scenarios vanished from my mind as we sat in silence while I tried to figure out the best way to start. “So… I guess I’ll just start off by saying that I’m aware that what I did was really stupid and dangerous and I’m sorry for doing that to you…”

Tamara was silent for a beat before turning to look at me. “What were you even thinking doing that?” she interrogated. “Even without using your powers you’re more at risk when it’s cold, but with what you did you just made it 10 times worse! So what, you just couldn’t help but show off, right?”

I stared at her, surprised for a moment. It hadn’t occurred to me that by using my powers I’d put myself in even greater danger, although thinking about it now it did make sense. “No I wasn’t trying to show off, at least I don’t think so…” I replied, feeling quite uneasy. “I was failing at making a snowman the normal way just like I fail with everything else and then I remembered I have ice powers so, like, why not use the one thing I’m good at that’s actually relevant to the situation for once.”

“You’re telling me you made a snow person that looked just like me and it wasn’t just so you could look good in front of the others after they had made fun of you?” Tamara retorted, looking rather skeptical.

“I mean, maybe a tiny bit,” I admitted, “but mostly I did it because I thought it would make you smile. You’re always doing nice things for me so I just wanted to be able to do something nice for you too for once.”

“R-really?” Tamara asked, her tone now very different.

“Yeah, I just thought it would be funny for you to have a snow twin,” I said, letting out a nervous chuckle.

At this Tamara finally gave me a small smile before it fell away and she suddenly looked quite sad. “I guess I thought you had ignored my warning because you were too busy trying to impress the others. And maybe deep down a part of me was also scared that if it worked you were going to find new friends and wouldn’t want to hang out with me anymore…”

“What? Tamara no of course not…” I replied, getting up from the chair and going to sit down next to her on the bed. “You’re my best friend Tamara, you’re my only friend really. You’re also the reason nothing worse happened since you pretty much saved my life by teleporting us back inside when you did.”

“Damn right I did,” Tamara retorted with a smirk. “I hope you learned your lesson because I might not always be there to save your butt.”

“Oh don’t worry, I don’t plan on making the same mistake again,” I laughed. Tamara gave me a real smile this time and leaned over to hug me tightly.

“Okay enough talk about snow and ice now, how about we go get some hot cocoa?” I suggested.

“Good idea,” Tamara replied before teleporting us out of her room.

Chapter 5

While I was quite happy to be hanging out with Tamara once again, our time together afterwards was somewhat short lived. Her one year at the Academy was coming to an end and shortly before Christmas she returned home to her family. Thankfully, during the holidays, the Academy made special allowances where they hosted an annual Christmas party and other fun events for family and friends. With this I was kept well occupied up until New Years after which things went back to normal, leaving me to find myself mostly alone once again.

I was able to see my family during visiting weeks of course, but I still wasn’t having much luck in finding any other friends now that Tamara was gone. No one really cared about me when I wasn’t using my powers and ever since my last incident I’d basically decided against doing anything ice related unless it was actually useful, which in the dead of winter it really wasn’t.

Although my own one year milestone was still a good few months away, I figured I could start looking at different job possibilities to look forward to once I was able to return home. It was better than dying of boredom in the meantime. After all, the Academy had a department set up for the exact purpose of counseling and preparing those who wished to find themselves jobs once their time was up.

This didn’t end up being the most successful endeavor however. While the counselors were very nice and tried to look at different options with me, they had a hard time finding anything that would be a good fit. I’m not sure what I was expecting really, since by being not so great at basically everything I didn’t exactly have very many employable skills. The other issue is that usually the main solution is to try to find something that works with a person’s specific powers. In my case though, this didn’t pan out much since all the actual real jobs that would hire someone with ice powers involved working in very cold environments, and I was not going to make that same mistake twice.

“Unfortunately the only other option I can find is volunteer work,” Lenny, the counselor who had been assigned my case, informed me. “That means you wouldn’t be paid, but it would still be something if ever you’re interested.”

I left the employment center feeling quite disappointed as I headed towards the cafeteria. It was family visiting day and my mom would be arriving soon. Multiple parents and other family members had already started arriving as I entered the cafeteria and sat down at a table while I waited. A few minutes later I felt a tap on my shoulder.

“Hi mom,” I said, doing my best to smile as I turned to hug her before she sat down next to me.

“What’s wrong honey?” my mom asked directly. “Something is up, I can tell.”

I blinked with surprise at this. I’d forgotten how perceptive my mom could be. “I… well…” I started, going on to explain to her my less than promising visit with the employment department. “So I might not be able to get an actual job once I’m done here…” I added, looking down at my hands, blinking my eyes madly as I tried not to cry.

“I see,” my mother replied. She reached over to take one of my hands in her own and gave it a tight squeeze. I looked up at her to see her smiling warmly at me. “Demian, just remember that no matter what happens, whether you manage to find a job or not, you will always have a place at home waiting for you,” she said tenderly as her free hand went to wipe away a tear that had slid down my cheek.

I gave her a watery smile as I leaned in to hug her tightly. “Thank you mom, I love you,” I said, sniffling softly.

“I love you too sweetheart,” my mother replied, hugging me back just as tightly. “Always have and always will.

****************************************

After the visit with my mother I felt somewhat better about my future beyond the Academy. Though I still didn’t exactly know how I would ever manage to find a job, I also knew that I couldn’t give up trying.

My mood was also greatly improved by Tamara’s sudden and unexpected return to the Academy mid February. She’d had an unfortunate mishap with her powers, although she hadn’t really wanted to talk about it much upon her return. Bottom line was that she needed to be monitored at the Academy for another year now because of it. While I found that extremely unfortunate for her, I was also, rather selfishly, quite happy to have her back around.

It was only about a month later that she was finally willing to explain to me what had happened. Apparently when she had gone back home she had bumped into a former partner she had been dating not long before she had arrived at the Academy. They stayed in contact for the first little while after she had discovered her powers, however the long distance slowly became a strain on their relationship.

“At that point we agreed it was best to take a break and reconnect once I was able to go back home after my year was up,” Tamara explained to me.

“Why didn’t you ever tell me about this?” I asked, feeling surprised and almost a bit hurt that I’d never heard about this before.

“I guess I didn’t want to get my hopes up too high just in case it didn’t work out,” she replied. “In the end that’s what happened because when I finally saw them again they were dating someone else…”

“Oh Tamara… I’m so sorry…” I said, gently putting my hand on her shoulder.

“It’s okay,” she said, though she had a sad look in her eye. “It was for the best really, I don’t think we would’ve lasted very long in the end. But this happened on Valentine's Day of all days so needless to say I wasn’t feeling great after that. After seeing them together with their new partner I almost ran home, trying not to cry. I tried to teleport back but instead of my room I somehow ended up on Mars.”

“Mars?! You mean, like the planet?” I asked, shocked and confused.

“Yep,” Tamara replied. “Luckily I quickly teleported back to Earth, first in Antarctica and then at the top of the Eiffel Tower. It took a few tries but I finally made it home before coming back here and begging them to put me on blockators. I felt like I was going insane.”

“Wow that’s crazy,” I said, not sure what else to say at this point.

“Yeah…” Tamara acquiesced, her gaze downcast. “I’ve never really been lucky with dating anyway so I guess it’s not really all that surprising. I am a bit much after all and I’m not really dating material…”

“Absolutely not!” I protested, offended that my friend could think so low of herself. “You are funny and adorable and super thoughtful and anyone would be lucky to date you!” I exclaimed, tapping the table with insistence with every new point I added.

Tamara laughed at my display, most of the sadness now gone from her eyes. “Thank you, I really needed that,” she giggled. “But that makes me think, what about you? I don’t think you’ve ever mentioned anything about dating either.”

“Oh,” I replied meekly, now that I was being put on the spot. “I haven’t ever really dated to be honest…”

“Really? Like you’ve never had a girlfriend… or a boyfriend?” Tamara asked, leaving the door open for me to fill in the blank.

I could feel myself blushing at this, feeling a bit embarrassed about the topic. “I, uh… I guess I’m not totally sure where I stand in terms of sexuality… it’s never felt super clear for me and I haven’t really had the chance to figure it out for myself quite yet.”

“That’s okay then,” Tamara said, smiling kindly. “There’s no rush for you to find an answer or anything. And if ever you do figure it out and feel like dating whoever it is will also be lucky to be with someone like you.”

“Thanks Tamara,” I said, smiling back at her.

“Just for the record, you’re great and everything, but you’re not my type dude,” Tamara stated matter of factly. We looked at each other seriously for a moment before both bursting into laughter so hard we were in tears.

**************************** Before I knew it there was only one month left before I was to leave the Academy. Poor Lenny was still doing his best to try and find me a job but unless I miraculously developed an actual useful workskill there was only so much he could do.

Of course I was allowed to stay on at the Academy once my time was up in order to volunteer and help with the newcomers. I would be allowed to room and board there by doing so but it wasn’t an actual job or anything and that wasn’t something that actually paid. Because of the laws and regulations put in place for awakened, there needed to remain a place for them to stay if they weren’t able to return to society for one reason or another. To avoid people taking advantage of that and using it as an easy way out to not have to work, the Academy stipulated that they would not pay permanent/long term residents. Instead it was a barter type system where those who wished to stay had to contribute in some form or fashion according to their powers or abilities.

Some people, both within and outside the Academy, still saw it as a lazy option while others saw it as the epitome of despair. I thought both those views were rather extreme and unfair. However, I also didn’t want to stay at the Academy forever. I wasn’t ready to believe that there was truly nothing out there for me, not yet at least. The only thing that made me feel better was knowing that Tamara was also still going to be around for a good few more months even if I did wind up having to stay at the Academy for longer.

There was also the option of going back home to my parents for a while before coming back to stay at the Academy. That way I could stay with them for a bit and then move back into the Academy the next time I would be coming in for my regular post one year check in to make sure my powers were still stable. As time went on I figured I would go with that option since I hadn't gone home in nearly a year and had mainly seen my parents during visits. That way I would get to spend some time with the rest of my family but also come back to be with Tamara for the time she had left at the Academy.

I was starting to pack my stuff when I heard an unexpected knock at my door. I was confused as to who it could be, since Tamara usually just let herself in at this point. Putting down the shirt I’d been trying to fold I went to open the door, surprised to see Lenny standing there. “Lenny, what are you doing here?”

“Hi Demian,” Lenny greeted me, “I know you’ve been planning on going home soon but I have some interesting news for you that might just change your mind…”

#temperature of love #tol #fanfic #pov fanfic #ao3

23 notes · View notes

hell-waves · 6 years

Text

Love Yourself First | m.y.g

Summary: Min Yoongi isn’t looking at you the same way and you’re scared to find out why.

Warnings: Cheating, Angst, like subpar writing lol

I was in my Feels at 12.28am and I intended on writing something heart wrenching but it turned into a subpar story about loving yourself, I think I could’ve done better but it only took 2 hours to write. The message is there though and I think you should read it, I mean, what is there to lose lol.

1.4k of Angst

The pain of waking up in the morning was excruciating, if this was how you were going to wake up every morning you would've thought twice before falling in love. You would've kept your big mouth shut and suffered silently until you eventually moved on, let him be the one that got away. Did it matter anyways? He ended up running away; in the end it would have been easier on your heart if you had let him get away rather than him pushing you away just when you thought he was yours for the keeping.

It was that month; that simple normal month for him but for you scary and full of revelations you weren't ready to accept, that single month that continued for what felt like forever, the month that drained you - the month you realised and watched as he forgot about you.

He would come home and pay no attention to you. No matter what you did he just wasn't looking at you the same anymore, it was almost like he couldn't look at you because if he did he knew he would tell you everything - he would break and spill his guts, so he shut down and only looked at you with a dead and cold stare - one that shook you to the core. You had thought he was just tired, but you knew better and if there was one thing Min Yoongi was certain of it was that he wouldn't be able to give you a way, he wouldn't be able to do that. He was selfish, and he knew that, but you were his and he didn't like losing what was his. So, he had decided he'd have it both ways.

Yoongi stopped talking to you about things, he didn't tell you anything anymore. He used to confide in you - tell you everything and you did the same to him, but now he didn't listen, and he didn't talk. You were drifting further apart, and it became abundantly clear when you were asked by one of his friends if you were going to a party held by them one weekend, when you had said you weren't they assured you he probably just forgot to invite you and encouraged you to come along.

Spending too long in getting ready resulted in you showing up an hour late. You walked up to the house and could hear the bass pumping and shaking the house from the street - it was in full swing, that much was obvious. Walking to the front door you didn't bother knocking and walked straight in - the house was crowded, and people were dancing, drinking, and playing games. The house was going to be a mess and you were glad you weren't the host.

As you had wandered around the party looking for Yoongi you stumbled upon him in the corner of some room making-out with a girl you recognised - you had met her before, she was a 'friend'. You had let her into your house; you cooked for her and invited her to get together's because she was just Yoongi's friend and you thought he was the one person you could trust, crazy how things change in such a short amount of time.

You stood there for a moment before you had scoffed and turned around making your way to the front door. From behind you, you could hear a desperate "WAIT!", coming from Yoongi. You hadn't turned to look at him that night, you walked right out the door and got into your car driving it home.

When you had got home you stood in the vast space of your apartment and fell to the floor, sobbing for what felt like hours but in reality, was probably only a couple minutes. When you had picked yourself up you trudged to the bedroom. Picking a random bag, you stuffed your belongings in, you took almost everything. If it hadn't been for your scent left behind no one would have ever known you'd been there. That night you drove off and found a cheap hotel to stay at until you found a new affordable apartment.

By the time Yoongi got home that night he saw you had taken everything with you, only your essence lingering in the air was left behind and he found himself lost. He tried calling but you blocked his number, you didn't even say goodbye - you only scoffed at him and then you were gone. He took you for granted, he forgot all of the reasons why he loved you, he had forgotten just how important to him you were. He got tangled in a web and was having too much fun with someone new that you weren't important.

…

Now it has been another month, a month of living alone, eating alone, and what feels like existing alone. The pain hadn't subsided, and you knew that it wouldn't, not for a while yet. Your heart needed so much more time to heal and you were ready to give yourself that; no one was waiting on you. Rainy nights were common around this time of year and it seemed that the weather had mimicked your head and heart.

Sitting in the window sill you heard a knock at the hotel room door, you ignored it; staring blankly at the rain falling down instead. It was harder to ignore the second time around when the knocking became more insistent. Shakily standing on your half-asleep legs you wobbled to the door and opened it.

When you opened it your eyes slowly slid up the body in front of you and into the eyes of none other than the devil himself - Min Yoongi. Your depression boiled into rage and you felt a cold winter take place in your glare as you looked up at him, spitting out the words viscously "how dare you have the audacity to show up in front of me looking sorry", he looked at you solemnly about to spit out absolute bullshit. The words he spoke were nonsense, incoherent babbling filled with series of apologies and excuses. Unlike that night you stared into his face as you once again sneered at him, the words you were about to unleash were venomous and true. Taking in a small breath you voiced your thoughts, "You. Absolute. Fucking. Half. Wit. You show up here? At my footstep and apologise? You think it is better now, you think the pain you caused me all through that hellish month is gone, that it has just magically vanished. The only thing that was meant to vanish was me, I left so you couldn't apologise, so you couldn't stand in front of me and tell lies, so you couldn't make yourself feel better about being an absolute moron. Get out of my face Min Yoongi, I'm not wasting anymore time or words on you", you stood your ground and glared at him; waiting for him to turn around, to give in, but instead he dared to reply. He stepped forward, but you didn't step back, you weren't backing down, "I still love you, I neglected you, I stopped paying attention and I'm so sorry, but I miss you and I do still love you". Your mouth upturned into an amused smirk "You don't love me, you love the familiarity of me, you don't miss me, you miss the comfort and habits you had grown while we were together. I know this because I thought I had missed you but the you I missed is only in my memories now, this you that you became, I miss nothing about him. You neglected me because I wasn't what you wanted anymore, you just kept me there and ignored me because I was familiar, and you didn't want to lose that, but I'm not yours to lose anymore, I am my own, I own me, and you have nothing to give me." And with those words, you shoved Yoongi backwards and slammed the door shut, because the thing about love is; you can feel it more than once, it can fade, it can be relit, and it can also be for yourself. There is no room in anyone's life for someone only keeping you because they are used to you, you aren't a habit, you aren't a plaything, you are a person and loving yourself comes first.

#min yoongi #yoongi #suga #angst #yoongi angst #love yourself #min yoongi angst #angsty #bts #sorry it isnt good lol

41 notes · View notes

eloiseduval · 6 years

Text

us and only us

a/n: WEDDING. LOVE. ROMANCE. here it is, in all of its subpar glory. seriously, I struggled so much writing this fic??? idk if it shows, but I hope you enjoy reading either way. @nathaniel-schreave thanks for this last rp!!! this is it!!! the end!!!! @camille-marshall thanks for the rp (CAMERIC) and I’m sorry I couldn’t put it in (EVEN THOUGH CAMERIC IS THE CUTEST. seriously guys. marshall’s ending is,,,, perfection. I may have assisted with it a little yeet) also, reading on, you will see an unexpected development in the neloise story, but good for the ~drama.~ more thanks to g&c for coming up with it hehe. IT’S BEEN FUN GUYS, thanks for letting me share eloise’s story <3 word count: 2171

No longer being a Selected was… strange.

It was, at least, at first. I kept expecting Marshall to pop up in the Women’s Room just to say hi, or Clove to rope me into another one of her elaborate plans, probably tossing a pillow at me from across the room.

But I adjusted, albeit with some minor bumps. Collette and Nate’s mother were a huge help, both with lessons and planning a wedding.

A wedding, I laughed to myself, scrolling through my phone in the princess suite. It was still strange to think of myself as “getting married,” but whenever I pictured Nate standing at the end of aisle with one of his dopey grins, all of my anxiousness seemed to fade away. Getting cheesier every day, Duval.

I didn’t notice when the said prince walked into the suite. I was sprawled across the bed and too focused on the news of all of the past Selected to notice his worried expression, at first.

“Um, sweetie.”

My gaze was still on my screen when I asked, “What’s up?” Glancing up, I immediately noticed his tense expression, my brows drawing together in worry and sitting up fully. “What’s wrong?”

He stepped over, sitting next to me on the edge of the bed. “I-I have to become king.”

I reared back, shocked. “You— what? Now?”

“You know how my father is still recovering from his… accident.”

Even now, the topic was still difficult for Nate to discuss. A few months after the end of the Selection, Nate’s parents were in a car accident. Queen Au— No, Aubrey, sustained only minor injuries. As for the king… After being diagnosed with a compressed spine, he had lost practically any ability to walk. It was a tense time around the palace, and while he slowly began to recover, he still had a long road ahead of him.

“Well he has decided that he shouldn’t work anymore and is resigning as king,” Nate continued, “And he...he thinks I’m ready.” He glanced over at me, tears brimming his eyes and looking utterly terrified. “Honey, I’m not ready, I can’t do this.”

I moved closer and put one gentle hand on the side of his face. I felt like my world had been shifted off its axis but I knew in this moment, Nate needed reassurance more than I did. All of his fears were suddenly coming true.

“Oh Nate.” I looked into his eyes for a moment, searching for the right words to comfort him. “I know this isn’t what you expected, but you can do it, I have every faith in you.”

His eyes shifted to his lap. “I can’t, I can’t.” He shook his head, glancing back up at me and biting his lip. “I’m scared.”

I brought my other hand up to cup his face. “It’s okay to be scared, alright? But you have me and so many others to help you. You’ve been preparing for this all your life, there’s no one better suited for the job. I promise you’ll be able to do this and you know I never break my promises.”

At my words, a bit of the tension seemed to leave his shoulders, nodding in agreement. “I know. I love you so much. I love you more than anything that’s ever existed. I hope you know that.”

A smile tugged at my lips. “You’re a little cheesy you know.”

“Oh, shut up. I know you love it.” He leaned in and pressed his lips against my own, only to lean back after a moment and mumble, “This means you have to become queen.”

I sucked in a shaky breath, taking my hands back and clasping them firmly in my lap. “I know.” I tried to smile with confidence, but he saw right through it. We weren’t supposed to ascend for years, after countless more lessons and experience to help guide us. How was I supposed to be queen in the next few months?

“I’m sorry, I didn’t want it to be this early. I thought we still had years.” He let out an anxious breath. “This is going to be tough.” That’s an understatement.

“I knew what this life meant when it came to being with you. But you're right it... it won't be easy.” I ran a hand through for my hair only for him to reach out and catch it, squeezing it comfortingly. In that one action I felt the steady reassurance he was always able to bring. Together, we would manage.

“I’m sorry.” His apology help so much depth, and I could see in his eyes the burden this would bring for the both of us. It somehow softened the impact of the news.

“You don't have to apologize. I'm always here for you, no matter what that comes with.” He merely curled his lips in and nodded in response. “We'll be alright,” I reassured, squeezing his hand. He returned the gesture, the fear in his eyes at bay for now.

“Yes we will.”

“I’m going to cry.”

“Alex.”

“I am! It’s happening, you can’t stop it.”

I rolled my eyes in response to my brother’s dramatic “crying,” which involved him dabbing the sleeve of his suit against his eyes, wiping away invisible tears.

“You look beautiful, Elle,” my dad interrupted, stepping in front of me and taking both of my hands to look me up and down. I could hear the photographer clicking away, trying to capture these candid moments before the ceremony.

I smiled, glancing down at the white lace. “You like it?” The dress had been a nightmare to choose, none of them exactly right until the very last option, an off the shoulder, long sleeve gown that fit like a glove.

He could only nod, actual tears filling his own eyes. I bit my lip, trying to push down the swell of emotion. “Dad,” I whispered, pulling him into a hug.

“He’s the only one,” he said into my ear.

My brows knit together. “What?”

Pulling away, he wiped a stray tear from his cheek and regained his composure. “The only one I could have let you go to.” My expression softened, touched at his approval. Nate and I already knew my dad liked him, but my soon to be husband would be over the moon when I told him about this moment.

“Thank you,” was all I could manage to say, hugging him one last time before we were ushered off to the entrance of The Great Room by the ever prompt Lady Collette. There was some shuffling as we lined up in our designated pairs, the first being Mal and Charlie. When the grand doors opened, my dad and I stepped off to the side to be out of sight from the guests until it was our turn. Once the first stepped through, they were followed by Jace and Quinn, Giselle and Max, Katrina and Alex, and finally Brooks and Clove.

It was then I felt the first real flutter of nerves.

Preparations had all been so hectic for both the coronation and wedding I barely had a chance to realize that this was my wedding day. Suddenly my dad was tugging my arm, guiding me to the entrance of the room, the ring bearer and flower girl long gone. In a flash I was walking down the aisle, recognizing that I was smiling far too widely and focused on Nate who had begun to tear up at the sight of me.

The ceremony passed by in a joyful blur, only the most important bits sticking out in my memory. Our vows to each other were one of those moments.

One of Nate’s hands was gripping mine, the other holding a piece of paper as he began. “I, Nathaniel, do pledge you, Eloise, my love, for as long as I live. What I possess in this world, I give to you. I will keep you and hold you, comfort and tend you, protect you and shelter you, for all the days of my life.

The tears returned to his eyes as he continued. “I love you unconditionally and without hesitation. I vow to love you, encourage you, trust you, and respect you. As a family, we will create a home filled with learning, laughter, and compassion. I promise to work with you to foster and cherish a relationship of equality knowing that together we will build a life far better than either of us could imagine alone. We are not only going to grow old together, but to grow together.

Before moving on, he curled his lips in to look from the paper at me, wiping away the tears that had fallen. “Today, I choose you to be my wife. I accept you as you are, and I offer myself in return. I will care for you, stand beside you, and share with you all of life’s adversities and all of its joys from this day forward, and all the days of my life.”

I brushed away my own tears at his promises, so overcome with love for this man who I couldn’t believe I’d get to spend the rest of my life with. We smiled at each other, and when I was handed my own vows I realized that I didn’t need the speech I wrote ahead of time. Gazing into his eyes, I spoke from my heart.

“You know, I had a whole speech planned out but,” I shook my head, “I think I'm going to make just one promise, the one that truly matters. I vow to love you. I vow to love you through our life together, with our future family and until we're both old and grey. I vow to love you more than any obstacle or fight that comes our way and to be your equal partner in both marriage and royalty. I vow to love you so much that I'll never force you to go to the beach again because I know how much you hate it.” I let out a small, teary chuckle that earned a laugh from the audience. “But most of all, I vow to love you every day, every minute, and every moment we share for the rest of our lives.”

The priest moved on afterwards, the rings exchanged with even more heartfelt vows. It was another blur during his words until he said the words that /finally/ pronounced us husband and wife, Nate reaching out to cup my face and give me the first of a lifetime of kisses.

I was sure the crowd was cheering—I could almost hear it—but as I wrapped my arms around his waist, nothing else mattered except him and I in this blissful, wonderful moment. Once he pulled away, he whispered endearingly, “We’re married now.”

I could only laugh softly in a voice just as quiet, “That we are.”

The priest cleared his throat at our lengthy embrace, indicating we move onto the coronation ceremony. Nate had been crowned king a couple of months ago and now that we were officially married, I would be crowned as well.

Queen Eloise Camila Du—

No. Schreave. The correction I needed to get used to made me so inexplicably happy that I could barely contain my smile during the coronation, Nate himself performing it. I recited the vows I practiced for hours on end, knowing this was a moment that would go down in history. I was handed the traditional orb and staff, the heavy crown following not long after.

Once it was over, Nate and I stood side by side before the crowd as the country’s newest monarchs, our twin grins infectious. Husband and wife. King and queen. Two sentences I never imagined for my life just over a year ago. Yet here we were.

The rest of our wedding day passed by in another busy blur, filled with far too many photographs, first dances, and smudged cake as we fed each other our first pieces during the reception. Speaking with almost every guest was a feat I never thought I could accomplish, including past Selected and a certain new boyfriend of a former second lieutenant.

But even through my throbbing feet, exhaustion, and aching cheeks from far too many smiles, I don’t think I had ever felt more happy than I did walking hand in hand with Nate to our limo, waving at the crowd who had gathered to see us off on our honeymoon.

Slumping into the seat, car door shutting behind us, I looked over at him with a tired, relieved grin. “Finally.”

“Finally,” he repeated, a similar expression on his face before leaning in to press another familiar kiss against my lips. Here and now, it would be us and only us.

Because no longer being a Selected wasn’t strange anymore.

It was natural. Natural and right to be kissing Nate, my husband, in the back of the limo and anywhere else we would be for the rest of our lives.

Together.

The End.

#I barely edited so excuse any glaring typos or errors #HOPE IT WAS TO YOUR SATISFACTION ANON #I tried ™#my writing #selectionoc

4 notes · View notes

a-mad-scientist-approaches · 6 years

Text

Multiverse is a Curse Word (1)

Aaaargh! Just take it, I can’t stand to keep it any longer!

This is a Gravity Falls fic that is sort of a crossover between the Adrift AU, created by @the-subpar-ghost (although not based off the Drifting Stars fic they wrote for it), and the Dimension Jumper AU, created by @hntrgurl13, starring her OC Adeline Marks of whom I am in love with. I guess that kind of makes it a Drifting Dimensions AU, also a creation of hntrgurl13, however it does not follow the plot of that either. All in all I really have no idea how to describe this. Whatever, it’s some Portal!Ford, Portal!Mabel, and Portal!Addi adventures, with a lot of angst, fluff, and family bonding included.

The Addiford ship, which will of course eventually make an appearance, is credited to @scipunk63, and it ruins me.

Just be aware, I have not read Journal 3, so blame any incongruities with canon on that. Even if they do not relate to Journal 3.

@deadpool-demon-diva and @thejesterlyfictionista you said you wouldn’t judge me for writing this and I hold you to it. Love you guys.

AO3 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11

Chapter 1: The Trash Monster

The sky was green in this dimension. It glowed at night, turning the buildings of the city black. Ford speculated that it was probably due to radiation rather than a natural luminescence. He decided they would move on to a safer place tomorrow; there would surely be a portal appearing nearby soon.

A slap on his hands brought him out of his thoughts.

“Grunkle Ford! Attennnnntion! I don’t see those hands moving mister!” Mabel drilled.

Grinning, he replied, “Sorry sir, I was planning out tomorrow’s route so we can avoid sleeping in an alley again,”

They had indeed set up for the night in a back alley among several dumpsters. Mabel inclined her head as she looked around from their position on the ground.

“Well, it’s not too bad, I suppose. I mean, look! Weird, gooey substances!”

Ford eyed the viscous liquid near them with barely concealed disgust.

“Alright, no lying on the floor,”

“Are you gonna be my pillow tonight?”

“Definitely.” He leaned back against the brick wall of a nearby building and opened his arms for his niece to clamber into. While he was arranging the blankets around them, Mabel jerked up once more.

“Wait! I didn’t finish teaching you tick-tack-toe,”

Smiling, Ford eventually appeased Mabel and convinced her to sleep with the promise that they would resume the lesson in the morning.

“Okay then.” She snuggled back into the makeshift nest and nudged him slightly, indicating she wanted more warmth. Happy to comply, he wrapped his arms around her. Ford felt guilty allowing even the merest trace of the thought to cross his mind, but at times like this he was indescribably grateful that Mabel had fallen into his life. He could not imagine it without her now.

“’Night,” Mabel murmured.

“Goodnight,” Ford responded softly.

“Don’t let the trash monsters bite,” his niece continued. The quiet laugh that answered this sent her off to sleep.

⃝

“Dammit,” Adeline said, banging the transmitter against her thigh. The blue pulse that was supposed to be emitting from the screen resolutely fizzled yet again.

Crap signal, flitted through her mind. She was too tired for this.

Sighing, Addi crossed the street, alternating between keeping an eye on the transmitter and the few citizens still shambling around at this late hour. The device crackled slightly, its light strengthening as she moved. She stepped into an alley and the signal picked up considerably.

“Yes!” A little further along and she could read the message clearly.

Let’s see what they have to say …

Movement. Behind her, something was moving. She was certain of it. Trying to act casually, as though she was absorbed in reading, she reached over her shoulder under the pretence of scratching her neck and tapped a button on the hilt of her wicked sharp sword. At the same time her eyes flicked up to the dumpster she was facing. Its metallic surface dimly revealed a figure standing up slowly behind her. They were drawing their gun.

Okay then.

In one smooth movement Addi drew her sword, whipped around – and stopped dead in shock as the past glared back at her.

“Stanford?”

His hair was grey now, but that was no surprise. It had been thirty years after all. As he moved around so that his back was no longer to the wall, she could tell he knew exactly how to use the weapon he kept trained on her. He had traded in a scientist’s suit for a more practical fighter’s trousers and boots, which was also not entirely unexpected – you had to adapt to life on the other side of the portal. He was clutching a child tightly to his side. Now that was very different.

“Who sent you?” Adeline’s old boss demanded.

“I – no one. What are you doing here?” The reply was unpredictable enough to cause him to falter.

“What do you mean ‘what am I doing here?’” he recovered. “This alley isn’t private property! How do you know who I am?”

A flash of annoyance shot through Addi.

“I’m sorry? The person you built the first ever interdimensional portal on Earth with has escaped your memory?”

The girl next to Stanford gasped. “Mr McGucket? How did you find us? Wait a minute, you look a little different.” She frowned critically at the athletic blonde woman.

Now completely nonplussed, Addi stared again at Stanford. He looked no less hostile, but there was some confusion on his face now, too. How could he not know her? There was no way in the multiverse that she would ever forget –

The answer hit her like lightning.

“Multiverse.” She cursed. “You’re not from my dimension, are you?” Their blank looks were enough of an answer.

Bitter disappointment coursed through her. It was stupid to think that. Stupid to think she would ever catch a break, that something would go right for once. Stupid to hope there might be a way home.

Angrily swallowing a lump in her throat, she stowed away Big Bertha. She wanted nothing more than to just talk to this version of her old friend a little while longer. However, Stanford was not about to let down his guard and decide to trust a complete stranger on nothing but their word that they were friends in another dimension. Especially not if he had a kid to look out for.

She stared at him a moment longer before turning away. Every step crushed her.

⃝

Mabel felt Ford relax his grip on her only after the woman had walked away, leaving behind a tight apology.

“She had a cool sword,” she remarked.

Ford nodded his agreement. “It was very unique,”

“Who d’ya think she was? She seemed kinda sad,”

“I have no idea. However, I think we can rule out Fiddleford McGucket,”

“Yep. No southern charm at all.” Mabel shook her head.

Ford made an amused sound. “Let’s get some sleep. We have a big day tomorrow,”

“I bet I can bring in more money than you,”

⃝

“How are you doing that?” Ford exclaimed in amazement.

The brightness of the crowded market square was such a contrast to the gloom and quiet of the night before that Mabel might have believed they’d fallen onto another planet – that is, if the sensation of going through portals wasn’t impossible to ignore.

She was sitting on the countertop of one of the gambling stalls, playing a game with the owner while Ford stood beside her and watched. As far as she could tell, she’d won the last eight rounds and the owner was getting antsy.

“I have no idea!” she replied happily. “No really, I’m not sure what I’m doing.”

“Well, you have a talent for it.” Ford scooped their winnings into a pocket. That coat of his never seemed to run out of space.

“Uh huh. Grunkle Stan taught me well,” This time there was only a slight tremble in her voice when she mentioned home. She was getting better.

The stall owner made a frustrated sound. Ford quickly thanked him and took Mabel’s hand, heading into the crowds. Mabel waved a goodbye, but the large, red, five-armed being only glared.

“I don’t think that guy liked me winning all that money off him,” she said slightly nervously. Ford tightened his grip on her hand when he looked back and saw the gambler examining the dice Mabel had been using.

“Let’s get out of here quickly. Gamblers don’t like to lose, and I have seen some accuse their opponents of swindling them simply as an excuse to take back their money. You don’t want to know what they do to the actual cheaters,”

A cold feeling of dread settled in the pit of Mabel’s stomach. Unfortunately, her uncle noticed her unusual silence and looked down at her. She was too late to wipe the guilty expression from her face. Ford’s eyebrows shot up.

“You were cheating?” he said in disbelief.

Mabel swallowed. “Um … I think so?”

An enraged roar from behind them was followed by the sound of thundering footsteps.

“RUN!” Ford shouted, shoving her forwards while drawing his gun. “Get back to the al-”

He was tackled by a murderously snarling blur of red, all six orange eyes fixed on Mabel. Heart in her mouth, she sprinted away. The sound of Ford’s laser gun thinned out the crowd like magic.

Why the heck had she cheated? It had been so easy, sure, but she was usually fine without it. What had she been thinking? What if Ford couldn’t take that guy, what if he got hurt, what if –

Her breath was hitching in her chest and terror was pumping through her veins. She’d been running for a while, and oh no, she couldn’t stop now, she needed to get help, but she didn’t know anyone –

She skidded around a corner and collapsed to her knees, looking around wildly. If she just asked, someone was bound to help, right? She looked desperately around the new square she was in, but no one seemed to care about the gasping kid on the ground or the sounds of laser fire coming from a few blocks over, sweet Moses she could use a familiar face …

With a startled “HEY!” she saw one.

Mabel crashed into the blonde woman’s side, succeeding in getting her attention but failing Step Two in that she could only cough and cling desperately to her sleeve.

“Kid? Are you alright? Where’s Stanford?”

Still valiantly trying to retake control of her lungs, Mabel gestured helplessly towards the sounds of yelling and gunfire. The woman seemed to understand immediately. She drew her sword and took off running, Mabel right behind her.

They arrived just in time to see Ford get thrown against a wall.

⃝

Various swear words swam through Ford’s mind, echoed vehemently by his aching body. He could taste blood, and purple flashes were obscuring his vision. His ears were ringing. He also could not get his legs under him in order to stand up. The dislocated shoulder though, he could feel clearly.

The gambler, now in possession of Ford’s gun, levelled it at him.

Shit.

He reached for a piece of rubble with his good arm, which, if thrown, might just be enough to injure and/or distract the man while he got to his feet …

Yes. All his other attacks so far had failed but if he used a rudimentary projectile –

The treacherous thought did not get the chance to go to completion. Sword flashing, a tall blonde woman stepped between them just as the red giant fired, although instead of the laser burning straight into her it … fragmented. It seemed to break before it reached her, into pieces that dissipated in the air.

Not seeming to believe his eyes, something Ford could not blame him for, the attacker fired again, only for the same thing to happen. With that, a physical hand-to-sword assault was attempted.

Mabel crouched down in front of him, blocking the view.

“Grunkle Ford! Oh my gosh, are you okay? I’m so, so sorry, I didn’t mean for this to happen! I’m gonna get you out of here, I promise,”

Unable to coherently reply, Ford was forced to make like a sack of potatoes and have his good arm slung around his twelve-year-old niece’s shoulders while the rest of him was heaved halfway off the ground. He was impressed Mabel managed to do even that much. An absurdly-timed flicker of pride blew through him.

While trying to coerce his legs into taking some of his weight, Ford found himself facing the fight. Blearily, he watched as the woman fended off a blow with one hand, her sword somehow not breaking under the impact of the being’s punch, but also failing to penetrate his skin, just as lasers had.

“Wait!” she called out sharply. She made a quick signal with her free hand. After a tense moment, the red gambler lowered his fists and walked away, all hostility disappearing like smoke. Breathing a sigh of relief, the woman turned and hurried towards them.

“Are you okay?” she asked, her hazel eyes meeting Ford’s as she pulled his dislocated arm around her shoulders.

With an agonised groan, Ford thought that it would be acceptable to now fall into unconsciousness.

#sorry I called Addi a trash monster #what colour are Addi's eyes?#there's violence but I don't think it's too graphic #some swearing #bit of angst #bit of fun #gravity falls #fanfiction #adrift au #dimension jumper au #drifting dimensions au #portal ford #portal mabel #portal addi #adeline marks #stanford pines #mabel pines #multiverse is a curse word #my writing

36 notes · View notes

imagine-knb · 6 years

Text

Three Reasons Why [Hyuuga Junpei] 1/5

Back when I used to take personal requests, this was one of them. I hope you enjoy!

Riko growled in frustration as her pencil lead snapped under the weight of her hand. Clicking the end of her mechanical pencil proved to be fruitless and she soon realized, with a quick shake of the pencil, that it was running on empty. Sifting through her school bag, she found the little container that would house the lead for her pencil. She flicked the lid open with her nail, but was immediately annoyed to find that the container was void of the lead she desperately needed. She glanced around the silent classroom at her peers, all of them with their noses in their textbooks as they tried desperately to keep up with the teacher's notes and instructions on the board. Riko's eyes caught sight of one particular classmate; [Name], a girl she had grown to know quite well due to her ties with the basketball team's captain.

"Psst, [Name]," Riko hissed out in a whisper, trying her best not to be noticed by the teacher lest she interrupt class.

Said female turned in her chair, questioning eyes finding Riko. In response, the brunette held up her empty lead container, shaking it to show her friend that it was empty. [Name] smiled before nodding in acknowledgment, quickly sifting through her own school bag before tossing a small container in Riko's direction. Catching it easily, Riko flashed [Name] a thankful grin before refilling her pencil. The rest of class went on without a hitch for the pair, the both of them diligently jotting down notes—well, Riko only assumed [Name] was taking notes—and before they knew it, the bell was ringing, signaling the students' release to lunch. Riko immediately hopped out of her chair, bounding over to [Name].

"Thanks for the lead, [Name]," Riko beamed, dropping the small container into said girl's open palm. "I needed to finish jotting down some strategies before I forgot them. You're a life saver."

[Name] shook her head as she replaced the container in her school bag, telling Riko that it was no trouble at all. Standing from her place and swinging her bag over so the strap could rest on her shoulder, [Name] nodded her head in the direction of the classroom door, silently asking Riko if she would like to grab some lunch. The two girls made their way out of the classroom, waving a polite farewell to their teacher as they went. Outside, the hallways were crowded, students packing up the small spaces and bumping into each other as they tried in vain to snag some lunch before their limited time ran out.

Making their way into the cafeteria, Riko and [Name] took their places in a long line of students waiting for their meals. After a few minutes of waiting, each girl had a tray in hand, their eyes scanning the large room for a place to sit.

"Oh, look, there's a table over there!" Riko started jogging towards the empty table, her tray of food jostling slightly from her quick pace as she raced to be the first one there. "[Name], hurry up before I let someone else take your seat!"

"I'm coming, I'm coming," [Name] laughed, quickening her pace as she followed behind Riko diligently. The duo sat at the table, placing their belongings in the chairs adjacent to them so they could save seats for their friends who had yet to arrive. [Name] was panting slightly, still not used to Riko's fast paced lifestyle. "Not everything is a competition, you know," she teased, poking her tongue out at the young basketball coach.

Riko merely waved her off with a smile, happily placing a carrot stick between her lips so she could nibble on the light snack. "Hey, [Name], can I borrow your notes from class?" Riko asked, changing the subject so that their conversation could continue anew. Riko scratched at her cheek, giving her classmate a sheepish smile. "I kind of need it. You know, since I was writing out strategies instead of paying attention."

[Name] frowned, a light blush on her cheeks as she looked away from her brunette friend. Stirring the unidentifiable mass on her lunch tray with her chopsticks, she murmured an apology. "Uh, actually… I didn't really take notes myself. Sorry, Riko…"

"Eh?!" Riko looked at [Name], utter shock written on her face. Normally [Name] was a good student, always taking notes and answering her teacher's questions whenever they came up. It was practically unheard of that the second year would be daydreaming during class. "But I saw you writing something! You had to have taken at least some notes!"

[Name] reached out for her bag, sifting through its contents before pulling out her notebook. She flipped through its pages, searching for the day's date as she did so. When she had finally found the page she was looking for, she turned the book around to show Riko its contents, hoping the excitable girl wouldn't mind her awful doodles.

"I started taking notes in the beginning, so you can have those, but as you can see I sort of got side tracked…"

Riko scanned the page with her eyes. It was true that the first half of the left page was covered in notes, some words highlighted for emphasis; however, the rest of the pages were all covered in small drawings and words that pertained to nothing about their class. Reading some of the small words and phrases, Riko recognized them to be important days along with date ideas that [Name] could go on. Besides the date ideas were small drawings of two people—Riko assumed that [Name] had drawn herself along with Hyuuga—holding hands or talking or simply being near each other. Riko cooed in awe at the drawings, effectively causing [Name]'s cheeks to glow red.

"You two have been going out for quite a while now, right?" Riko asked, gesturing for [Name] to put her notebook away before anyone else saw the embarrassing doodles.

Nodding with enthusiasm, [Name] grinned. "Next week makes five months," she admitted. Thinking about Seirin's basketball captain had started to make her blush and a content sigh bubbled up from her lips as she daydreamed. "I was so distracted in class because I really want to do something nice for Junpei to celebrate."

Riko rolled her eyes at her lovestruck friend, though a teasing grin still made its way to her lips. "Just get him a warlord figure. He likes those things."

Shaking her head in protest, [Name] gave Riko a pout. "I can't! It needs to be something special since it's been five months now!" [Name] crossed her arms over her chest in a huff, slightly frustrated that she was having such a hard time deciding on a good gift. "Besides, I got him a warlord figure for our three month anniversary."

Riko laughed, small tears springing to her eyes as she did so. Wiping them away with the back of her hand, she patted [Name]'s shoulder. "I'm sure whatever he gets, Hyuuga will love." Thinking back to all the times the bespectacled captain had received a gift and complained, Riko revised her sentence. "Or at least, I'm sure whatever you get him, he'll love. Or else."

The two girls laughed with each other, going back to eating their lunch as they waited for more friends to arrive. The conversation continued with Riko bringing up different ideas and [Name] either praising them or rejecting them. It was becoming quite clear to Riko that her classmate was absolutely infatuated with the basketball captain. It was actually quite confusing for her to say the least.

"Say, [Name], why do you like Hyuuga so much anyway?" Riko asked once their previous conversation about ideal date spots died down. She was chewing on a celery stick between her lips, the satisfying crunch muffling her words a bit. "I mean, it's obvious you like him so much, but he seems like such a bad boyfriend. He doesn't even show affection at all."

"That's not true," [Name] protested, upset that Riko was accusing Hyuuga of being subpar. "Junpei is a great boyfriend. He does stuff for me all the time!"

Riko grinned, knowing she had flustered her friend quite a bit with her accusation. Leaning slightly forward in her seat, Riko looked [Name] in the eyes, a mischievous glint shining through her own. "Okay, give me three reasons why he's so great."

[Name] blushed, placing a delicate finger to her lips in thought. She looked away from Riko, her eyes darting back and forth as they blindly looked throughout the cafeteria. What had Hyuuga done for her that showed he loved her just as much as she loved him? [Name] couldn't quite remember exact moments in time, but she was sure that somewhere in her memory the tall second year male had shown his affection.

"He's, uh, let's see," [Name] murmured, trying hard to wrack her brain for any sort of memory. "He's helped me with my homework, he's shared food with me, he's pretty nice to me, he's—"

"[Name], that's all stuff a friend can do too," Riko interjected, stopping the girl from rambling. "Geez, I knew Hyuuga was hopeless when it came to love, but is that really all he does for you? Are you sure he's the one?"

"O-Of course he is," [Name] stammered. She cursed herself for stumbling over her words, knowing it only fueled the fire that was Riko's questioning glare. "Junpei is a great boyfriend, I swear."

"I'll believe it when I see it," Riko said, shrugging as she went back to poking at the cafeteria lunch she had on her tray. Glancing up from the table, her eyes lit up at the sight of two basketball players. "Speak of the devil, there he is along with Kiyoshi."

Riko called out to Hyuuga and Kiyoshi, watching as they waved back at her from across the room. They each had trays of food in their own hands and, as they slowly made their way over to where the girls were sitting, they tried their best not to spill their precious food. Briefly, Hyuuga's eyes met [Name]'s and the girl found herself fighting back a blush as she waved to her boyfriend, a smile breaking out onto her face. Hyuuga nodded at her in acknowledgement, the smallest of smiles playing on his lips as well.

"Don't worry Riko," [Name] muttered to her friend as they both watched the males try their best to avoid the crowd, "By the end of the week, I'm sure you'll be convinced that Junpei loves me just as much as I love him."

Giving her friend a teasing smile, Riko moved her stuff to allow Kiyoshi to sit next to her, [Name] doing the same with her own bag for Hyuuga. "Like I said, [Name]: I'll believe it when I see it."

#hyuuga #3rw

20 notes · View notes