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redorich · 3 years

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It stays in the pit

TW: sparring, weapons, cuts, fighting, hallucinations, minor mention of blood, angst

Hey it’s Split again! Follow me maybe? @split-em I have a lot more oneshots like these coming!

I like attention so maybe drop a like if you enjoy this! It’s about Hermit!Tommy sparring False,, but with a twist!!

This actually has so many words my fingers hurt aaaaaaaaa

Hey uh idk how to do a read more,, maybe if you want you can do that again pleasey? Also I love your hermit Tommy stuff keep up the great work!

(redorich here, thank you for the food lol)

‘It stays in the pit.’

Simple words that mean oh, so much.

When you’re reminded of the horrible memories that come with those words WHILE fighting, they mean so much more.

The newest build on hermitcraft is an underground, boxing ring style pit. There are stairs leading into a giant room below ground level with audience benches, a storage room with every different kind of weapon and armour, and a boxing ring in the middle.

When False offered to spar Tommy, she suggested they could do it in the new build that had not yet had its first official match. What made it even better, was that this would be Tommy’s first actual match against False since he first came to the server. She has been training him for months, improving his fighting techniques and strategies. You could say he went under her wing, and now he was ready to spread his own. This was a ‘student duels master’ fight, and the hermits wanted to witness it. They wanted to see how much Tommy had improved.

Though they over exaggerated juuuust slightly, because that sparring suggestion turned into a three (3) round mini tournament, and every single hermit wanted to watch.

Annoyingly bright lights shine down on the otherwise dark, amazingly massive room. The adrenaline in the air is intoxicating; downright addicting. Voices yell loudly, people scream and shout while waving, cameras are out, and Iskall is taking bets by the entrance.

Tommy and False stand across from each other, a confident smirk on each of their faces. The handle of an iron sword is gripped tightly in their hands, and the hermits watching are on the edge of their seats already. Tension mixed with excitement crashes down in waves. It chokes Tommy, but also sends his blood pressure through the roof. He feels like his head is underwater, but he’s walking on clouds. Never in his life has he been so excited yet so scared.

But god, does he want to win.

He exhaled, practically bouncing back and fourth as he waited for the countdown. False’s stare made him break into a cold sweat, but he composed himself. ‘This wouldn’t have been such a big deal if we were alone,’ he thought ‘but this is way more exciting than just fighting on the ground.’

That’s when he heard it.

Tommy looked up. The mayor, Scar, sat higher than any hermit in a chair on a ledge like you’d find in those old time-y theatres. His smile was proud, and he arched with peaked interest. “Holy shit,” Tommy breathed out, glancing back to his opponent “the mayor..”

B-Dub’s voice could be heard shouting with glee. He clearly was just as pumped as the rest of the audience, and you could head the smile in his voice as he counted down through a megaphone.

“Remember, no hard feelings. This is for fun!”

The fighter’s eyes met. False gave him a nod, Tommy looked down at his sword.

“WE ALL GOOD?!”

Tommy was shaking, out of fear or adrenaline he couldn’t tell.

“READY!”

False took in the younger boy, all she could think of was how proud of him she was. Look how far he had came. He went from this quiet and kept to himself boy, to an amazing friend that was full of energy.

“STEADY!”

Impulse looked quite concerned. He didn’t think it would become this big of deal, the sparring offer. But here he sat, chewing on his nails, waiting for what would happen. The rate the energy here made his heart rate increase was higher than any amount of sports drink or red bull could ever manage.

“SET!”

Tommy laughed. He needed to release everything. So he laughed, and felt all his stress melt away. Right now, fight. Right now, focus. Fight like she taught you.

“GO!”

Instantly, the teenager made the first move. No hesitation and certainly no mercy was shown as he swung his sword quick as lightning. It collided with the wood of False’s shield and he was thrown back slightly. False used this to her advantage and advanced on him, slicing horizontally with a small shake of her head.

“FALSE!! GO FALSE!!”

“TOMMY, DODGE!”

Tommy ducked, barely missing the sharp blade, and decided to fake. He stepped forward, jerking the sword forward and waited for False’s shield to come down from it’s position in front of her face before the cold metal cut her shoulder. His next swing was parried, and False managed to make him stumble to the ground as their blades touched and they both pushed with all their might. Cheers rang out, but both fighters knew it wasn’t over.

“WHAT THE-“

“YOU’VE GOTTA BE KIDDING!”

“COME ON KID, LETS GO!”

He saw her raise her sword in the corner of his eye, and in an instant he rolled to the left. Successfully dodging the attack, Tommy quickly put an arrow in a crossbow and hit her..in the wrong arm. “Shit” he hissed. What would Technoblade think of that stupid mistake? False used the pause to take him by surprise and use her other arm to slash him in the thigh with her newly equipped iron axe.

“GET UP, GET UP!”

“COME ON DUDE, GET UP”

He couldn’t. He couldn’t stand. The boy raised one hand, and False stepped away with a smile. If this was anyone else, Tommy would’ve gotten angry. He would’ve cursed them out or spat on their shoe. But this was False, and he knew that smile was one of genuine happiness.

“THE WINNER OF ROUND ONE (1) IS FALSE!”

Screeches and ‘awws’ were muffled in Tommy’s ears by the sound of his heart. He panted, before a dopey grin found it’s way to his face. False helped the other stand, and Cleo was quick to administer healing potions to both of them. “Never let your guard down.” False advised. He could tell she wasn’t mad, but rather in the mood for a quick lesson.

Once the hermit’s noise had died down and the fighters were back in their corners, all healed to full health and full saturation, round two (2) began.

“READY!”

“I’m gonna beat ya, bitch” he swore in his now usual Tommy fashion. False shook her head and couldn’t bite back the chuckle that escaped her

“STEADY!”

“Stop swearing. And, in your dreams.”

“SET!”

“Lets turn this up then, yeah?”

“GO!”

It was different now, they both turned up the heat. They couldn’t help it, it was so much fun to spar and the hermits’ energy only made them feel better and more excited.

Tommy was first again, sprinting towards the older then jumping high with arms gripping an axe above his head. False held her shield up and ran, blocking his attack.

“OH MY GOD!”

“THIS IS NOTHING LIKE LAST TIME”

He slid back with a smirk and their blades collided again. False started running. Tommy loaded a crossbow and advanced, quickly dashing behind her and shooting her back. False hit the ground hard, but held up as she kicked forward and got back on her feet.

“YES! GO FALSE!”

“COME ON TOMMY, DONT TAKE THAT”

“TAKE HER DOWN!”

They ran together, Tommy swung, she dodged, she swung, he jumped out of the way. False blocked an incoming sword swing, but was shocked when she was jerked forward after a fish hook implanted itself in her shirt.

“WHAT??”

“WAIT WHAT”

He cried out, laughing the loudest he had in a long time, as he pulled False towards him with a fishing rod. He pinned her to the ground with his sword pointed to her neck. His grin spanned ear to ear.

“TOMMY!!! WOO LETS GOO!”

“THAT WAS AMAZING HOLY SHIT”

An uproar was heard, people were standing up and others stared in amazement. They totally forgot that was allowed, it seemed. False didn’t really think to use the fishing rod, she didn’t think Tommy would bother to either. But, Etho insisted on it anyway just in case. Same with the crossbow.

False raised a hand, accepting defeat. Tommy helped her up this time, his sweaty palm and bony fingers holding her hand that had knuckles white from her death grip on her sword. Impulse helped Cleo to pass them towels. The break started, and the two returned to their corners once again.

“TOMMY WINS ROUND 2 (2)!”

Tommy popped the cap off his water bottle and chugged it, gasping for breath. He had no idea how tired he was until now. His bones ached and his body screamed to stop, but he payed it no mind once again. He used the towel to wipe the sweat from his forehead. Cleo rubbed a healing potion onto his wounds. “You’re doing amazing, that fishing rod trick was awesome.”

“Thanks, Dream taught me it after I saw him use it in a manhunt.”

He stood back up, babbling on about how ‘all the women are going to be cheering me on when I win.’ False rolled her eyes “focus, Tommy. Women can wait.”

“WOMEN ARE IMPORTANT. I WOULD KNOW, IM A LESBIAN. WAIT, NO-“

“FINAL ROUND!!! THIS IS THE FINAL ROUND!”

Grian and Mumbo sat next to one another, the smaller of the two standing up with his hands on the rail in front of him as he cheered. He wanted to cheer for both, but he supposed for the sake of competition he had to pick a side, and decided he would support his newest friend Tommy. “LETS GOO! COME ON,, WOO!! GO TOMMY!!”

“READY!!”

“Tommy, I want you to know, no hard feelings, okay?” False looked at him. It wasn’t with pity, but friendship. Tommy nodded. “No matter what happens, it stays here.”

“STEADY!!!”

“It stays in the pit.” The moustached man mumbled, arms crossed and watching the two with peaked interest.

“What?” Grian questioned, sending a puzzled glance to the other hermit.

“It stays in the pit. Techno said it to me as a joke, he said it was something his friends said when he and Tommy duelled.” He explained, not taking his eyes off the boxing ring in the centre of the practically stadium-sized room.

“Oh..” Grian thought for a moment, before a smile formed on his face once again.

“SET!!!”

“IT STAYS IN THE PIT, TOMMY!!” He cheered, putting his fist in the air. He tried his hardest to make his voice heard, despite sitting a little ways away.

“What?” Tommy’s voice was small, and his eyes widened. His whole being stood still. Who was that? They didn’t..they didn’t just say..?

“IT STAYS IN THE PIT!!”

His eyes darted around the room, and suddenly the underground room seemed a lot smaller.

Tommy had never considered it a ‘pit.’ To him, it was a just a boxing ring that was below ground level slightly. It had no significance. He didn’t care what it was, he was just happy to have somewhere to fight.

But after hearing that, suddenly he was back in that dammed pit with his damned brother and his damned friends watching him

But after hearing that, suddenly False was no longer across from him

It was Technoblade

“GO GO GO!!!”

His iron sword dropped to the ground. “You killed Tubbo.” A look False had never seen before came across Tommy, and she didn’t know what to think. This wasn’t right.

All he could feel was pure rage. It fuelled his actions. The teen basically flew towards False at full speed. “What-“

“YOU KILLED TUBBO!” She was cut off as Tommy pinned her to the floor, “Tommy stop-“

“SHUT UP!” He spat violently, seeing nothing but red. His skinny hands clenched into fists as he threw punch after punch into her face.

“TOMMY!”

“HEY WHAT THE FUCK, GET HIM OFF”

“GET HIM OUT OF THE RING!” Scar ordered, his voice booming out over the crowds shocked gasps

“YOU BETRAYED POGTOPIA” He shouted, his voice loud and rough. This wasn’t Tommy. His eyes were cold and piercing, his face was flushed “YOU CALLED SCHLATT PRESIDENT, YOU SICK FUCK. YOU BETRAYED US!!” Big, salty tears ran down his cheeks as False’s wrists that attempted to block the punches were twisted. She screeched out in pain.

“ILL NEVER FORGIVE YOU!” Tommy knuckles bled, but he didn’t care. He wouldn’t stop, he couldn’t stop. All he ever wanted that day was to kill Technoblade. Techno had killed his best friend, and betrayed his own family. He deserved to die. “YOU BETRAYED ME AND WILBUR. I WANT TO KILL YOU!!”

Tommy’s arms were restrained by Etho and Doc. “LET ME GO, LET ME GO!” He trashed and kicked, blinded by anger and hurt. They exchanged horrified glances, and tried to calm him down. Nothing worked.

False was crying. Her eyes were already swelling up and she was just in the purest form of pain. Some hermits comforted her, while others dragged Tommy out of the ring and away from whatever the fuck just happened.

“TOMMY WHAT THE FUCK” he was screamed at by a couple people, while being shaken by the ones that could tell this wasn’t what it seemed.

“Stop it! Stop you’re making it worse! Let me through” Impulse pushed his way through the crowd, eyes widening as he saw the young boy snarling and pulling to get out of the two men’s grips. Tommy looked feral. “Stop crowding him!”

He knelt down and gently shook the other.

“Tommy, you’re in Hermitcraft. Okay? Grian’s here, Impulse is here, False is here. Technoblade is gone. Tubbo is okay. You’re safe, you’re in Hermitcraft.” He sighed with relief as Tommy came to, the anger in his eyes being replaced with tiredness and confusion.

“Wha..” Tommy went to grab his head, only to find his arms restrained. He panicked, “NO DREAM IM SORRY-“

“Calm down! Tommy you’re safe, you are restrained by Doc and Etho right now, okay? You tried to kill False.” Impulse explained

“I what?!” Tommy gasped, still trying to wiggle his way out. He couldn’t believe what he was hearing. Why would he ever want to kill False?! Last thing he could remember is that he was sparring, then someone shouted something about..

“..the pit.” His voice went quiet. Impulse nodded in understanding. “Technoblade”

“..yeah.” Tommy thought about what happened. He thought False was his brother. He..he tried to hurt False.

Back in the audience, Grian sat completely still, staring in shock. Mumbo had a hand clamped over his mouth. The smaller looked to his friend, scared. “Mumbo, Did..did Techno tell you why he duelled Tommy?” He shook his head

“No..but he said Tommy wasn’t happy Techno won. I thought he meant the dude was a sore loser..”

Grian and Tommy exhale in sync, their hearts beating fast and hard, trying to process everything.

“What the fuck did I just do”

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This has like,, 2 700 words kill meeee

Well I hope you enjoyed that, I accidentally hyperfixated on the idea of Tommy getting pit flashbacks after reading an ask about it so now it’s 3AM! I got this done in 2 hours!

Should I upload these to Ao3??? Let me know!

#hc x dsmp #mcyt #hermit!tommy au #tommyinnit #grian #technoblade #falsesymmetry #other peoples writing #submission

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undyingskies · 3 years

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Beach Daze

request: no

a/n: So again I self indulged and created this piece of writing! Honestly I really like this one and hope you guys enjoy!

warnings: none, I think there are a few curse words. this is a long piece and I honestly don't remember

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Finally, you had a day off. You were juggling picking up extra shifts at the coffee shop you were working at and nannying for the family you were working for.

It had been a nonstop 2 weeks of going from watching Josie then immediately going to a shift at the coffee shop.

But finally, today was the day. You had the time to relax and breath. You had the next two days off at the coffee shop and Josie and her family were out of town for the next week.

The weather in LA was warm and sunny, the heat beckoning you to go out and enjoy it.

The day prior your best friend invited you, well more told you, that the two of you were going to have a girls day at the beach. Which didn’t sound bad then and now with this weather it really didn’t sound bad at all.

You had your beach bag packed up, with sunscreen, tanning oil, a speaker and a towel. You also had a cooler full of snacks and drinks for the two of you.

You were excited to finally get some sun, your skin could use a sun kissed glow. It was going to be a good day.

Your phone ding goes off letting you know that you got a text. It was from your best friend letting you know that she was there to pick you up.

You throw your t-shirt over your bikini top and slip your sandals on before you make your way out to her car.

You throw your bag and cooler in her backseat before you hop in the front.

“Ready to go? I figured we could go to Malibu?” Morgan asked as you buckled yourself in.

“Yes and yes!” You tell her. “You got music for the way there and I got music for the beach?”

She nods in agreement. While both your music tastes were similar the two of you always seemed to argue over whose playlist you would play. This way the both of you got to play music.

The two of you jam out all the way to the beach, already feeling the relaxation of your day off.

Little did you know that a simple beach trip could potentially change your life.

Similar to your day off, Charlie finally had a free day. His days were full of interviews and promo for Julie and The Phantoms but today he was finally free for the whole day.

His friend Hannah invited him to the beach with her and her boyfriend. He thought why not, a day at the beach, enjoying the water and friends would not hurt him.

Hannah had told him to meet them at Malibu beach, he quickly packed his own bag to take to the beach with him before he left for the day.

You were there before him and just a few feet away from where him and his friends would reside on the same beach.

When you and Morgan get to the beach; you quickly make your way down the sand to find the perfect spot.

Once you were convinced you had found the perfect spot, you and Morgan laid out your towels. You brought extra as you like to create a big space to be able to lay out on.

You pulled out a few drinks, handing one to Morgan and taking one for yourself. The two of you strip down to your bathing suits, and take turns helping each other spray sunscreen on your backs.

The sun on your skin already feels like heaven. You have your phone plugged into the speaker, enjoying your newest playlist. Morgan and you joke around for a little bit before she decides to take a nap and you decide to read your book.

What you didn’t know was that Charlie and his friends were just a few feet away from the two of you.

Your presence was unknown to them for a while until they caught wind of some of the jokes and conversation you were having with Morgan. Charlie laughed along with a few of your jokes.

“You should take a picture it’ll last longer.” Hannah pokes fun at Charlie.

The minute Charlie caught sight of you it seemed that you got all of his attention. Your humor caught him and your laugh made him stay. The beauty you held didn’t hurt either.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Charlie says blushing, embarrassed that she had caught him.

“Dude!” Hannah says laughing, “You haven’t taken your eyes or attention away from that girl since you noticed her.”

“Whatever Hannah!” Charlie says, “She’s been telling good jokes and I like her music.” He says trying to avoid the conversation any longer.

Little did you know that two feet away from you was one of the most good-looking guys you would ever lay your eyes on and you had caught his attention.

You let some time pass as you read your book and let Morgan nap. You slowly felt the boredom start to creep through your thoughts letting it take your attention away from the words on your page.

You move to poke Morgan in the back hoping to wake her up. You poke her about 3 times before she starts to stir in her sleep.

“What do you want Y/N?” She asks sounding slightly annoyed.

“I’m bored, entertain me or let’s do something fun.” You tell her, still poking her.

“Stop!” She says laughing while moving to push your hands away. “We could play volleyball; I brought my ball.”

“Ya that sounds fun.” You tell her, moving to lean on your elbows. You feel the towel stick to your back due to the sweat that had pooled there. “I may go jump in the water before though, I need to cool off.”

She just nods her head at you before rolling onto her back. You loved the water, her not so much.

You stood up, brushing the sand off your thighs before you make your way down to the water.

A shiver rushes through you as the water hits your feet. You don’t let it stop you. Next thing you’re doing is jogging right into the water, diving headfirst into the incoming wave. A big smile across your face as you come up, brushing the hair out of your face.

You spend the next few minutes swimming around in the water, enjoying the waves and coolness of the water.

You were in your own little heaven completely oblivious to the world around you.

Completely oblivious to the brown-haired boy whose eyes were practically out of his head as he watched you swim and laugh around in the water. You looked beautiful, he could see the smile on your face and the sun shining off your body.

He didn’t think you could get any more beautiful, but then you made your way out of the water. It was like one of those scenes from the movie. It was like you were walking in slow motion, as you step back onto the sand, brushing back your hair from your face, the water dripping off you. It was a sight to see and you were absolutely breath taking.

Charlie was in a complete daze.

Hannah laughed again at the sight of her best friend, completely star struck by you.

“You should go talk to her.” She says pulling his gaze from you for the second time today.

“You know I can’t do that.” He says, shaking his head slightly and clearing his throat.

While Hannah tried to hype up her friend. You made your way to Morgan, using an extra towel to dry off slightly. The sun already doing most of the work.

“Hey, will you turn that up?” You ask her as you lean to grab the volleyball. Ready to toss it back and forth.

“Sure!” She says while doing so and then getting up to play with you.

A familiar tune to both you and Charlie starts to make its way throughout the atmosphere.

“Take off, last stop,

Countdown till we blast open the top,

Face first, full charge,

Electric hammer to the heart.”

You dance a little to the song, pulling some interesting moves getting a laugh from your friend.

You start to hit the ball back and forth, having to run around a little due to your lack of skill. You were still having fun though.

“What song is this?” Morgan asks, she knew your playlists pretty well and she never heard this song before.

“Honestly, I’m not really sure!” You tell her laughing, “Josie was playing it the other day on the ride home from school and she added it to my playlist. I liked it though so I kept it!”

She just nods her head and hits the ball back to you. Which you ignore due to the squeal that leaves your mouth.

“Hold on, this is the best part.” You tell her as you run to turn up the music louder, this time the sound can be heard by Charlie and his crew.

“And even if we hit the ground,

We’ll still fly,

Keep dreaming like we’ll live forever,

But live it like it’s now or never.”

You sing along, loudly and not quite on key, and pull some more interesting dance moves. Laughter leaving both you and Morgan.

Charlie and his friends eyes never leave the sight of you once they notice.

“That’s a familiar tune, now isn’t it?” Hannah says, the first one to notice the song that is playing through your speaker.

“Huh?” Charlie grunts out, not paying much attention. He was finally laying down and relaxing in the sun.

“Listennnnn!” Hannah says, a smile on her face.

The faint music of a very familiar song reaches Charlie’s ears. He hears the ever familiar lyrics, “Those were the best shades of my life, don’t look down.”

Then he hears the music get louder, becoming much clearer. Then along with the familiar lyrics, he hears a voice singing along to it.

That’s when he’s pushing himself to sit up and witness you dancing along to his voice.

A big smile makes its way onto his face.

“I think that’s your sign to go talk to her buddy,” Hannah says giving him a shove.

“I don’t know, is it weird to go up to someone and be like hey you’re listening to my song oh and also you’re really pretty.” Hannah and her boyfriend laugh at his words.

“Come on, I’ll go with you! Maybe we can sneak our way into their volleyball game.” She says, grabbing onto Charlie’s hand and pulling him up.

Charlie stops moving, now nervous to go up to you. Hannah rolls her eyes at him.

“Fine, I’ll go do it myself! You’ll thank me later!” She says as she begins to jog over to you and Morgan.

The two of you are enjoying your game and joking around. Your jokes helping distract you from your terrible volleyball skills.

Your back was to Charlie and his friends so Morgan was the first to notice Hannah making her way up to you guys.

Morgan stops throwing the ball, confusing you.

“What dude? You’re scared of my skills now aren’t you?” You laugh at her, which gets a laugh from her and the person behind you. Which then in turn gets your attention. You quickly turn on your heels to make eye contact with the girl in front of you.

“Hi!” Is all she says.

“Hi back!” You say with a laugh and smile.

“I’m sorry if this is super weird or random but my friends and I saw you guys playing volleyball and we are wondering if we could join you?” She asks.

You look at Morgan both of you shrugging your shoulders, more people to play with couldn’t hurt.

“Sure!” You say.

“Awesome, I’ll go get them!” She says right as she turns on her own heels and makes her way back to the two boys, beckoning them to come over.

“Gillespie, you better get your ass over there or else.” She says with a stern look. She has him by the hand and dragging him over.

He can hear your laughter as he comes closer, it sounds even better close up.

Morgan nods her head at you, letting you know that they were coming back. When you turn you weren’t ready to see the boy standing in front of you.

You feel your breath get caught in your throat at the sight of him, your eyes locking in with his blue ones.

“Hi.” You say almost breathless, a smile displays itself on his face at your voice.

“Hi.” He says back. Both of your friends immediately noticing the connection between the two of you.

“So, I’m Hannah, this is my boyfriend Sam, and that fool is Charlie!” Hannah says breaking the silence and yours and Charlie’s eye contact.

“I’m Y/N, and she is Morgan.” You say pointing to Morgan and then reaching your hand out to shake everyone’s hand.

Once your hand reaches for Charlie’s, sparks fly up through your arms. Which you both try to ignore but can’t.

“So how about that game?” You ask a big smile on your face which takes Charlie’s breath away.

Everyone nods and then the game initiates. All five of you enjoying each other’s company and getting to know each other.

After a few rounds of the game, everyone was feeling a little tired. The beating sun taking a lot of energy from everyone.

That’s why you offer them a snack and some drinks. You didn’t want the hanging out to end, more specifically you didn’t want Charlie to leave.

The energy between the two of you a lot more awkward than the energy between everyone else. But it seemed like neither of you could get enough of each other, constantly stealing glances at one another.

“I have to be honest real quick,” Hannah says, pausing after taking a bite of her sandwich. “That song you were playing, Charlie sings that so I had to come over here.”

You choke on your food. “No shit, really?” You ask, causing everyone to laugh at your face and your struggle to get it out.

“Ya, really.” He says. You move to slightly hit him, loving the feeling of his skin on yours.

“Why didn’t you guys say anything at first? That’s so embarrassing!” You laugh.

“Well Charlie here thought it would be embarrassing to come talk to the pretty girl listening to his song and telling her.” You blush at her words and Charlie sends her a death stare.

“I just thought it would be weird, I don’t know,” Charlie says trying to ignore the heat that makes its way onto his face, “Besides it’s not just my song!”

“Ooo intrigue, tell us more!” Morgan interjects. You nodding your head yes in agreement.

“Ah okay.” Charlie says, “Technically it’s a band that I play in. I got a job on this netflix show called Julie and The Phantoms, in the show I play in a band called Sunset Curve and the song you were listening to is the bands!” He says explaining it all.

“Ohhh, I know that show! Josie talks about it all the time!” You say. “She says her favorite character is I think Reggie?”

“Ya that’s another character in the band!” Charlie says.

“Okay cool! Ya she says and I quote, that while Reggie may only have two functioning brain cells she would let him ruin her life any day!” You say laughing, Charlie laughing along.

The two of your friends watching the two of you engage with one another, they could practically see the sparks flying.

“She would be jealous of me so much right now if she knew that I was with you!”

“Well how about we take a picture and send it to her?” He asks you. You immediately go to search for your phone, finding it under your shirt.

You open up your camera and lift it to get your faces in the frame. The both of you noticing the space in between you, which looked awkward in the photo.

Charlie hesitantly moves closer to you, your thighs touching, and moves his arm to go around your waist. You suck in a breath at the feeling of his hand on your hip.

“This okay?” He asks looking at you. He was so close, your faces practically touching. You could smell the mix of the beach and after shave coming off of him.

You nod your head yes, then move back to face the camera. “Say cheese!” Then click, you’ve got the photo.

You quickly send it to Josie with a message, excited to see her reply. You open up your photos to get a better look at the photo after you sent it.

Both yours and Charlie’s hair wet, sticking to your faces. Charlie is sporting a big smile, his eyes closed. You’re sporting a smile just as big, with your head tilted into his.

“Wow, you look beautiful.” Charlie says breathlessly looking at your phone. You had forgotten he was there. You’re now even more aware of how close the two of you were, neither of you moved from your position after the photo.

“Oh, thanks!” You say looking down and blushing. This was the first time all day that Charlie had heard you talk so quiet and less confident.

A shiver runs down your spine, you hadn’t noticed the temperature change or the sun starting to set. Neither of you seemed to notice that your friends had disappeared, opting to go on a walk for a little to leave you two alone.

Charlie notices you shivering. “Hey you cold?” He asks.

You nod your head, “Ya a little. I should have a jacket in that bag.” You say pointing to the one next to him.

He moves his arm from around your waist, skin brushing against yours again causing another shiver. He opens the bag but doesn’t see a jacket.

“There’s not jacket in there.” He informs you.

“Oh shit.” You say, “I always forget something!” You shrug, this wasn’t the first time it happened and knowing you it won’t be the last.

“Well here!” Charlie says while grabbing his own black jacket to hand to you.

“No Charlie, I couldn’t! What if you get cold?” You say pushing the jacket closer to him.

“I’m fine Y/N, I’m Canadian this California weather has nothing on me!” He says shoving the jacket back to you.

“You sure!” You ask hesitantly grabbing onto the jacket. Once you get a nod of approval, you’re on your feet pulling the hoodie over your head and letting it drape down to your thighs.

Yet again you’ve left Charlie breathless and in a daze.

“You look really cute in my jacket.” Charlie says, this compliment comes out more confident.

A blush makes its way onto your cheeks.

“Thank you!” You say back, opting to sit back down in your spot next to him.

“So why don’t you tell me a little more about you since it looks like our friends won’t be back soon!” You say leaning back to rest on your arms, Charlie following suit.

The next hour or so is spent filled with laughter and conversation. Both you and Charlie enjoying each other’s company. As time passes Charlie gets more confident in his flirting with you, loving to watch the blush creep up on your cheeks.

“Well you’re quite the flirt now aren’t you?” You laugh after Charlie’s last comment.

“Only for a beautiful girl like you.” He fires back just as quick as ever, which causes you to shake your head.

“Hey Y/N! You ready to head home?” You heard Morgan yell to you as she walks back up to your area of towels; pulling your attention away from Charlie and his compliments.

You look down at your watch, it was 7 PM. You didn’t notice the day fly by.

“Oh ya! I didn’t realize how late it was.” You say, getting up.

Charlie, Hannah, and Sam help you and Morgan get your things together. You guys tried to stop them but they refused, wanting to help you guys bring the stuff back to your car.

Charlie did so just for the extra time with you and Hannah knew her best friend and went along with it.

Once you had the car packed up, it was time for the goodbyes. You were a little sad, not wanting the day to end and have to say goodbye to your new friends. More specifically Charlie.

“Well it was nice meeting you guys! Maybe we could do this another time, Morgan you’ve got my number!” Hannah says pulling you into a hug and then Morgan. Sam following her lead.

Then the two of them make their way over to their car which they already have packed with their stuff.

“It was nice meeting you too Charlie!” Morgan says pulling him into a hug and then hopping into the driver’s seat. “I’ll give you two a minute.” She says while doing so and sending you a wink.

The wink causing you to both blush and look down.

You notice that you’re still wearing Charlie’s jacket and go to take it off. Charlie stops your hands as they go down to lift it off your head, “Keep it.” He says with a smile.

“No, I can’t do that! Besides you’ll need it, I’ll be warm in the car.” Again you move to take it off and he stops you.

“It’s fine Y/N, besides it gives me a reason to see you again.” He says stepping closer to you, he still has your hand in his.

“Do you think maybe I could get your number?” He asks you. You nod your head yes, almost too excited while grabbing your phone from your pocket, unlocking it, and handing it to him.

Charlie fumbles around with it for a minute before he locks it and puts it back in your pocket. He reaches to grab your hand again.

“Well it was nice meeting you Y/N.” He says, your chests touching and faces just inches from one another.

“It was nice meeting you too Charlie.” Big smiles are on both of your faces as you both look into each other’s eyes so close to one another.

Charlie breaks your eye contact for a brief second, letting his eyes drop to your lips and then back up to your eyes. You let your eyes do the same.

A breath catches in your throat as you notice Charlie start to lean in closer, you don’t move an inch and you hold your breath.

He stops just centimeters from your lips, “Is it alright if I kiss you?” His lips slightly brush yours with every word. All you can do is nod your head yes.

Then in a split moment his lips are on yours. He has your bottom lip between his two, your lips moving in sync with one another for a sweet kiss.

The moment ends too soon in your opinion, not wanting the feeling of his lips to leave yours.

He steps back to put a small amount of space between the two of you,

“Well it was nice meeting you Y/N, I will be seeing you soon.”

Matching smiles on both your faces.

“Oh really? You sound pretty confident about that Gillespie.” As much as you were excited about his words, you wanted to give him a hard time about it. You liked the look on his face when you teased him.

“Yes really, don’t fight it.” He says while laughing. You laugh along with him.

“Then I will be seeing you soon!” You say with a smile.

“Good.” Charlie says back with a smirk. To which you respond back with a “good” as well.

And with that he leans in and places one more kiss on your lips and pulls you into a hug.

“I’ll see you around.”

Then he’s off and on his way back to his car, leaving you breathless and in a daze. Before he hops in the car, he looks back at you and sends you a wink.

You smile largely and then turn to hop into the passenger seat. Morgan giving you a knowing look.

“Shut upppp.” You tell her laughing and rolling your eyes, all she does is hum back at you with a smile.

Your phone dings after a few minutes of riding in the car in silence. You look down to see the name Charlie with a heart next to it, you smile at the name.

You unlock your phone to see Charlie’s message confused because you saw a message from you to Charlie that you do not recall sending.

It was the photo of the two of you. He had sent it to himself.

You smile at the photo and then smile bigger at his message.

“That’s a pretty good-looking couple if I say so myself. How about a date tomorrow night?”

Who knew a day off at the beach could lead to this.

#charlie gillespie #charlie gillespie imagine #charlie x reader #charlie gillespie x oc #charlie gillespie x reader #charliegillespieimagine #charliegillespieimagines #charlie gillespie x y/n #charlie gillespie fic #charlie gillespie fluff #charlie gillespie fanfiction #jatp #julie and the phantoms

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bokutosworld · 3 years

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first snow | iwaizumi h.

pairing: iwaizumi hajime x reader

wc: 2.1k words, fluff, best friends to lovers, confessions in winter.

summary: They say that whoever you are with during the first snowfall would be the person that you would be with forever. Iwaizumi wanted to test out this theory.

a/n: like i know it’s not yet winter or christmas but i couldn’t stop myself from imagining confessions in the holidays with bff!iwaizumi haha bye <3

As soon as the bell that signaled the end of the day rang across the school grounds, loud commotions reverberated inside the classrooms as students hurriedly stood and packed their things. The boys and girls of Aoba Johsai excitedly gathered in the hallways, laughters and deafening chatters filled the long stretch of the passage as they talked about their plans for winter break.

Unlike them, you weren't in a hurry, considering that the people you usually went home with would still have volleyball practice to attend to. It's been three years since you befriended the boys of the volleyball club through Iwaizumi. It was during first year in high school when your childhood friend brought you to one of the team's after-school hangouts. Since that day, you completely won them over with your humor and no-nonsense attitude, and the way you played along with them whenever they playfully teased Oikawa. It was appropriate enough to say that they considered you one of their honorary members and the Seijoh players always looked forward to your visits.

You briefly considered stopping by the gym and saying hello to the team before making your way home. It was also wise to let Iwaizumi and Oikawa - the two people that you walked home with - know that you already went ahead so that they won't worry about you.

But as you rounded the corner to where the shoe lockers were situated, you were surprised to see Iwaizumi leaning against the surface. Standing nonchalantly with his arms crossed over his chest, the half of his face was tucked in the maroon scarf that was wrapped around his neck and his eyebrows were furrowed as if he was deep in thought. He hasn't noticed your presence yet, and you had no intentions of making yourself known as you were still enjoying the way the afternoon sun was hitting his profile, warm hues of red and orange illuminating his face and making him look even prettier than usual. You were convinced that he was a descendant of Adonis with how unbelievably handsome he was. You definitely lucked out by having him as a best friend and you always thanked the gods for that.

Busy admiring your best friend, you missed how Iwaizumi lifted his head up to acknowledge you. Noticing your dazed state and silence, he cleared his throat to call your attention.

'Y/N, are you okay?' He was now standing in front of you, waving a hand to your face. 'Are you feeling sick? Are you seeing things in school? Because I don't like ghosts and if there are spirits roaming around, you have to tell me right now so we can get an exorcist.'

His ridiculous statement pulled you out of your trance and you immediately grab hold of his wrist. You shook your head and laughed, 'You're a dork, our schoolmates will have a field day if they discover this side of you.' You moved to your locker and swapped your indoor shoes with your boots. 'And you're right, I am seeing things. What are you doing here? Shouldn't you be at practice right now? I was going to stop by before I head home.'

He stood up straight and faced the school doors, patiently waiting for you to finish. 'Coach canceled the training today. He said something about enjoying the first day of break. We'll return to training here next week.'

'Ah, that's good.' You looked at him, nodding and he took that as a cue to start walking with you. 'But I bet Tooru stayed behind and insisted on getting a few practice serves. Am I right?' He scoffed, amused at how much you know Oikawa better than he does.

'You know I am your best friend and it wounds me whenever you say something about him. It feels like you know him better than you know me,' he playfully remarks. Bumping your shoulder to his, you reassured him that he had nothing to worry about.

'Oh, shush, Iwa-chan. Oikawa can never replace you in my life.' He narrowed his eyes at the nickname you used.

'Okay, first you wonder about where he is. And second, you use the annoying nickname he's coined. It's like you're purposely doing this to rile me up.' At this point, you were laughing like a crazy person, throwing your head back as you doubled in fits of laughter. People were looking at the both of you as you walked in the streets. And Iwaizumi was avoiding their stares and bowing in apology at the same time. He turned to you, elbowing your sides, 'Stop being so loud. You're honestly more embarrassing than Oikawa right now.'

Wiping the happy tears that formed in the corner of your eyes, you apologized to him. 'Alright, I'm sorry, sorry. It's just that it's been so long since we were able to walk home together like this. Usually, we'd be both be so tired after our club activities that we'd go home in silence.'

He smiled, internally agreeing that he also missed spending time with you after school. 'There was somewhere I wanted to go before we head home. Do you have time now?'

'Do I look like I have a life outside school, club activities, and you? I'm free all winter break. Where do you want to go?' You looked up at him in curiosity, and you saw genuine happiness flitter across his face.

'There's a Christmas Tree Lighting happening at the Town Square. Let's go.' Out of excitement, he took your hand in his and started dragging you with him, weaving through the crowds that has formed in the rush hour. 'It starts at 7 PM. We should be able to make it in time.'

You couldn't respond to his words as you were too lost in the feeling of large hands holding yours. Despite the gloves acting as a barrier from his touch, you could feel a sense of comfort and security in the way he protectively held you. This gesture was nothing new to the both of you, having held hands since you were little. But why was it that right now, it felt as if he was tugging at your heartstrings as he pulled you with him? Why was it that you could feel your heart thumping rapidly in your chest as your eyes blurred the surroundings and focused only on Iwaizumi?

You hadn't notice him stop his movements, causing you to collide with his back. He turned to you, taking your face in his hands as he inspected if you were hurt. For the second time in the afternoon, he asked, 'Are you okay? I didn't mean to stop abruptly.'

Waving him off, you said it was fine. He nodded, accepting your reasoning, 'Well, we're here. Look at that.' You turned your gaze to the giant tree, decorated with various garlands, wreaths, and a large gold star resting on top of it. Mesmerized, you and Iwaizumi couldn't help but be in awe at the same time, 'Wow.'

You both looked at each other, 'Jinx!' This was followed by a hearty laugh that both of you let out as you enjoyed the cheery atmosphere and began to be absorbed in the holiday spirit. There was still few minutes left on the countdown and as you waited you started to feel the cold in your body.

Iwaizumi noticed you were hopping lightly, moving your body to get some heat and not be frozen in place. You were always a light dresser and he figured you once again didn't check the weather forecast for today. Sighing, he took off his scarf and rendered you speechless as he delicately draped the cozy material around you. You looked at him with wide eyes and unconsciously, you were inching away from him, afraid that he could hear the wild beating of your heart.

'Maybe if you took some time in your morning to watch the weather news, you'd know that today would be the coldest since winter season began.' He expertly bundled you in his scarf, fixing the material in place. 'Then maybe, you'd have brought an extra muffler so you can keep warm.' He flicked your forehead before turning to admire the view in front.

1 minute

Words were caught in your throat and suddenly, it felt your chest was tightening from the overwhelming emotions you were currently feeling. Why was it that today of all days, Iwaizumi was being more considerate to you? Today of all days, he was being more relaxed and playful with you. Today of all days, his actions and words seemed to stir something inside you.

3, 2, 1

As the announcer finished counting, he pointed up to the tree that was immediately covered in bright lights. A Christmas jingle blasted from the speakers, and all around you, the audience were cheering and jumping for joy at the spectacle. But you couldn't join them as you were paralyzed in your place, observing the way Iwaizumi seemed to enjoy himself. His eyes were shining and the precious smile on his face was something you wished you could see forever.

Unknowingly, the corners of your own lips moved upwards and you felt happiness bubbling inside you. Just in time with Iwaizumi turning to look at you, you saw a tiny snowflake rain down between the both of you. Your eyes went wide, and you immediately angled your head upward to see that it was finally snowing.

'It's the first snow of the year.' You felt like a child that has been given a candy after a doctor's visit. To say that you were excited was an understatement. Iwaizumi watched as you removed your gloves and turned your palm up to catch some snowflakes. His own heart warmed at the sight of you in awe of the season.

'Hey, did you know that there's a saying that if you witness the first snowfall with someone you like, your love will come true.' He was too caught up in his own feelings and the situation that he couldn't have stopped the words from coming out of his mouth. He saw you pause, blinking once and then twice as you absorbed the words that he just said.

'Someone you like. Someone you like. Someone you like.' The more you turned that phrase over and over in your head, the more you felt confused. Stunned. Nervous. Dumbfounded.

Iwaizumi took the hand that was out in the air and you finally looked at him. 'You like me?' He chuckled at your puzzled response. Moving himself closer, the gap between the two of you decreased and you could almost feel his hot breath fanning your face.

'I do. I've liked you for a while now.' This time, you could feel affection in the way his eyes bore into yours. 'That's why I brought you here with me. Unlike some people, I heard that it was going to snow today and I know you love it. So I figured today would be the perfect day to confess.'

He planned all of this. You were speechless with how your best friend - who usually went with the flow, who usually allowed you to plan the day - one upped you and took you by surprise with his confession. You were about to say something when he added, 'Unless I read you and your feelings wrong and you really just see me as a best friend. Then today would just be embarrassing and I would very much likely hide under some hole right now.'

You giggled and this time, it was you who put both hands on his cheeks. Now you know why you were acting weird earlier. Looking at him, pouting as he waited for your acceptance or rejection, you also finally came to acknowledge the feelings you've been harboring towards him for a long time.

'Who knew you were this cheesy, Hajime?' He rolled his eyes at your teasing statement, bumping his forehead to yours. You continued, 'But I like this side of you. I like the way the lines in your forehead appear when you get serious or concentrate. I like the way you always go out of your way to help your juniors. I like every movie night we share, every walk home we talk, every late night calls we stay up for. I like you and the way I am around you.'

His heart soared at your words, and he brought his hands to your waist to bring you closer. 'Look who's cheesy now,' he whispered.

You pushed yourself from him, hitting his chest with your fist. 'Just shut up and kiss me.'

And though there were no mistletoes in place, it was under the pouring of the first snowfall and as the pavements became covered in white, that you two felt warmth through your first kiss.

#haikyuu x reader #haikyuu scenarios #haikyuu imagines #iwaizumi x reader #haikyuucreations #haikyuu fluff #iwaizumi scenarios #iwaizumi hajime x reader #iwaizumi fluff #haikyuu one shot #haikyuu x you #haikyuu fics #hq x reader #hq x you #first time not writing in lower case wow WHO IS SHE

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sweetsubharry · 3 years

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Do you know of any good Larry fics where one of them is in a abusive relationship and the other saves them from it? Thanks!

I do!

I want to say though; I went through a rough time in my life and it was definitely a coping mechanism for me to read stories like this, so considering the severity of the topic I just wanted to make it extra clear that everyone should read the tags please! <3 if it will not benefit you to read these, please don’t! I can make you a fluffy no hurt comfort request if needed!

HERE is a list for a lot of useful helplines for different areas and reasons!! xx and I’m here if anyone has any raised queries from this :)

once again, please read the tags and stay safe everyone! 💖

These are not in any order but I will say the first five are ones I still often think about, they definitely leave an impression and rebuilt my soul in different ways x

run through rivers and smile by bravestyles

Harry is stuck in a long-term abusive relationship with his abusive boyfriend Sam. His friends try to help him out of it; along the way, Louis and Harry become closer.

breathe into me and make me real by greeneyedstranger

Harry's fading away, bit by bit everyday, and all he can feel is numb. He finds Louis, who's like sunshine, bright and glowing, and smells like red velvet cupcakes and whipped cream.

Petrichor by spotofpurple

Harry is a filthy rich, straight A student that lives in one of the biggest mansions in London with his father. He is also bullied and beaten in school and neglected at home.Louis is a quirky punk who owns a bookshop and sings in a rock band. He is also providing a cover for the two of the most wanted of London’s criminals, Zayn and Niall.When Harry has a panic attack in front of Louis’ bookshop and the older boy helps him, a weird friendship is formed. And soon developed into something neither of the boys expected.

Give Me Truths by iwillpaintasongforlou

'Just like a little cat,' Louis thought later, as he drifted off to sleep. 'A little kitten with his claws sunk right into me.' It isn’t that terrible of a thought, after all. ............. Louis is a psychology student with a tattoo count as high as his genius IQ. Harry is in a (sort-of) relationship with a homophobic man and hates himself a little more every day. Things fall apart and Louis puts him back together.

Or, the one in which Louis falls in love with a fragile boy and tells him every beautiful truth in the world, as long as it makes him happy.

Shake Me Down by AGreatPerhaps12

Harry's new to college, fresh out of Catholic school and conversion therapy camp, and Louis runs the campus LGBTQIA organization.

It's A Start by Magiic_Shop

“This is dangerous, love,” Louis smirked, his lips pressed against Harry’s shoulder blade.

“Why’s that?” Harry asked.

“Because,” Louis’ smirk grew into a smile, “I might never want to let you go.”

Harry shifted against Louis, reaching up to cover Louis’ hand on his stomach with his own, “Then don’t.”

Or, the one where Harry can't sleep at night, and because of that, neither can Louis. Louis thinks it could be the start of something.

There is a Rose That I Want to Live For by Yourfavouritechild

How long has the sun been gone from his life. When did the sky fall down. When did the air become so heavy, wrapping around Harry, forcing him to collapse like an old star.

or, Trapped in an abusive relationship, Harry contemplates suicide until a punk rocker enters his life and pulls him up before he drowns.

keep me safe inside your arms by stylinson

When Louis first noticed it he thought nothing much of it, because Harry was just an all-around sweet and caring person, and it made him fall even more in love with him...until it got to a point where Louis realized that Harry was almost too eager to do what he was asked.

You are a lovely adjective, no word ever enough by angelichl

"I love you, Louis thinks now, feeling the words on the tip of his tongue. Willing them to spill out. But he knows that if he spills these treacherous thoughts out loud, Harry will panic. Maybe he'll even run away, like he ran away form The Monster.

I love you, Louis wants to tell him anyway. Wants to whisper it into his hair, kiss it onto his cheekbones, breathe it down his throat.

Instead he chews on his nail and says nothing."

The hurt/comfort AU in which Harry leaves away an abusive relationship, and Louis offers to share his flat

love is so good when the love is young by drunkonyou

Louis falls for his pregnant best friend who has a bit of baggage. They make it work though.

Hideaway. by arrowtomyheart

Harry is in a borderline abusive relationship which ends after the news that Harry's pregnant. He is homeless for the night and travels 3 hours on the train to turn up at his best friend's Liam's house unexpectedly for somewhere to stay. He meets Louis, Liam's flatmate, and they discover that they have more in common that anyone would expect. They fall in love.

It's the Sun In Your Eyes by Bearandleonardwrite

Harry's not the best with relationships. Then he finds Louis.

(Basically; Harry's insecure and hurt, but Louis loves him anyways and knows how to help.)

Shine Like Silver by asphodelknox

Sometimes what you never thought you needed is exactly what you need. Sometimes it's right in front of you. Harry find love when he's broken and abandoned, in the one place he never thought to look. Although once he figures it out, he's really not surprised.

on a wednesday, in a cafe by wreckedboyfriends

“What can I get for you today?” he asked without looking up, arranging the last of the pastries.

“Have any recommendations? Never been here before, actually.” Harry hit his head on the top of the case in his haste to look at the source of the voice. It was a really beautiful voice, small and high and just lovely, if a voice could be lovely. Harry thought so. “Alright, mate?” the man asked when Harry finally composed himself, rubbing the top of his head as he took his place at the register.

Harry opened his eyes, and fuck. If Harry had thought his voice was lovely, the man himself was on a whole other level. “Alright, mate?” He repeated and shit. Harry had been openly staring for quite awhile, hadn’t he?

“Yeah,” Harry replied, and it came out sounding like a semi trailer running over gravel. He cleared his throat. “Yeah,” he repeated. “Um, the cherry danish is quite good, I think. ’S my favorite.”

The man smiled. “One cherry danish it is, then.”

OR Harry’s spent the last year with six locks on his door, a pair of too-flamboyant boots buried in the back of his closet, and insecurity issues the size of a mammoth. Louis changes some of that, but Harry changes the most.

drain the whole sea by brainwaves

For a great chunk of his life, Harry has had a passion for writing, a passion that turned into an aspiration, which turned into a dream he’s been chasing for the past few years, first in the States and now in a shitty flat in London. None of his attempts to get anywhere have succeeded, leaving him with weary bones and two dead-end jobs that he doesn’t enjoy in the slightest. When he finds an unusual yet promising opportunity that could possibly get him somewhere and help him further his current failure of a writing career, he doesn’t hesitate to take it. Despite his boyfriend Sam’s pleading, he lets this dream bring him to the luxurious yet quaint home of world-renowned, best-selling author Louis Tomlinson.

love is blind (it will take over your mind) by babygrxxt

a story in which louis moved to paris to get away and is now working a nine to five job he hates, niall can’t speak french, zayn is so far gone for a boy he doesn’t even know and the pink of harry’s lips stands out even more against the purple of a bruise

Stop Making Tired Excuses by midnightskies

Louis hates many things; cold tea, countdown, tuesdays, and university, but most of all he absolutely, categorically despises Eric Davidson, current boyfriend of Harry Styles.

Keep Me From Falling Apart by sweetly_disposed

Harry shrugs, nicking a biscuit from the tin on the table. "Here." He holds out the styrofoam cup he's carrying. "Hot chocolate, double whipped cream." "Oh my god. You're perfect," Louis moans, taking it from him and sniffing it appreciatively. Harry blushes and stuffs the rest of the biscuit in his mouth to stop him from saying something totally ridiculous like 'you're perfect, too'.

Or, Harry doesn't think he needs help, until there's Louis.

Blue Eyes Like Blue Skies by sunflowerstyles

Harry's last relationship was horrific, leaving him with physical and mental scars. Louis comes into his life and does his best to treat Harry how he deserves.

#abuse tw #abuse cw #ask lots #suicide tw #suicide cw #Larry Stylinson #Lottie fic rec #I hate that intro I hate bringing myself up in a rec but I felt I had to say it #<3

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seijuurouxryuu · 3 years

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Of Death, Of Time

Title: Of Death, Of Time Author: Shiro (TeitoxAkashi [AO3]/ seijuurouxryuu [tumblr]) Rating: T Pairing: Death/Tsuna; Reborn/Fon Event: @khrrarepairweek Prompts: Necromancer AU | Unknowingly Flirting Tags/Warnings: Major Character Death, No Archive Warning

Day 5: Rain Day

Tsuna was a witch—a necromancer in his first mortal life. He didn’t know how he became one, but one day he became aware that he was one. One who steals from Death, one who forces the souls it reaps to work for him. And that was all he does.

Every life he went through, every reincarnation—he called upon the dead souls, and called upon Death. He was the unrest of the world.

AO3

“P-please,” The boy rasped. “S-save her. Just her, please don’t take her away too.” Death looked down at the boy expressionlessly, face half humane half bone. “It’s her time.” It whispered, ghastly and solemn, time ticking in the background like a countdown, like a reminder. “It’s both of yours.”

The boy sobbed, tears mixed with red as he coughed out blood, head bleeding all the same. He couldn’t move, couldn’t scream, only whisper. To the reaper of souls, to the one who looked far sadder than he who would soon die. He was unwilling, but he knew there was nothing he could do. Clutching on his sister’s hands, as cold as his, unmoving, pulseless. He could only resign to it—resign to fate.

He was unwilling, but seeing Death’s boney hand clutching against the scythe tightly, he relented.

“W-where will we go next, then?” The boy tried to smile, tried to relief Death’s sadness. Ah, how many has it seen, the pleads of those whose time were up? How many times had Death seen the rage, unwillingness, sorrow, fear? How many times had Death went through such events that even it felt such overwhelming sadness for humans?

The boy could only wonder as he felt his strength slipping, sleepiness and darkness slowly engulfing him. For a moment, he felt as though he was home with his sister beside him, safe.

“… Home,” Death said as it watched the child relented to eternal sleep’s grasp. “You both are going home.” It tilted the tip of the scythe down gently and reaped the souls, watching both the boy and girl, two glowing children, pulses and disappear to where they would reincarnate; to be siblings once more.

‘Thank you.’ They both whispered.

Death watched as they went, and it disappeared into thin air.

Tsuna was once a bird, a tree, a child, a father, a mother, a fish, a dragon. He was once a lot of creatures, and was once nothing. He was once air, and he was once the ground.

He was everything.

Tsuna never knew how he came to be, but he knew he was what he was. He was the universe itself. He remembered of vague changes, shifts, and stutters of the world. He experienced those changes, helped the build up of civilization, watched life came to be and left.

He remembered mostly of Death, at every step he took.

Every life he went through, every reincarnation—he called upon the dead souls, and called upon Death. He was the unrest of the world.

“My lord.” Tsuna opened his eyes, glowing orange as he looked at Death who stood by his bed, looming and blending into the darkness. He saw him all the same, as clear as daylight. He smiled.

“Welcome home.” He reached out and encircled his arms around Death.

The boy and girl had a long dream during their journey home. It was but a blur, but they saw; of their past, present and future. They remembered, of those they forgot. And they yearned, to see their home sooner.

Lambo and I-pin.

They wanted to see Tsuna.

Tsuna woke up again the next day in Death’s embrace. He didn’t mind, he loved it even. He smiled at the half humane half bone face, kissing the white skull and whispered a greeting. Death was never asleep, it remained awake even as Tsuna slumbered. The humane part of its face crinkled in silent delight at that as it let go of Tsuna.

Tsuna stretched, back arching as the blanket that covered his naked upper torso slipped down, letting Death sees every part that it knew oh so well. Tsuna stepped out of their bed and got dressed. He picked up the ring of Time on the desk and slipped it onto his right middle finger, playing with the chains around it.

“They are here.”

Tsuna smiled, relieved. His shoulders relaxed as he felt for the souls of his family, warm and burning in the ring. He could feel the youngest two were restless, all but wanting to see him again. He would, soon. He would get to them soon.

Not just yet.

“You would be the harbinger of blood in next life.” Death piped out from where it was.

Tsuna barked out a laugh. “When am I never, Death?” He teased. “I am your reflection, after all.”

It shook its head, walking over to caress Tsuna’s cheeks, feeling the warm radiating to its bones. “You may be my representation, but you are you. You are yourself; not me.”

Tsuna sighed, nuzzling against its hand. “I know.”

“… And I don’t think you are allowed to summon the dead souls next life.” Tsuna raised an eyebrow at that.

“Why not?”

Death’s lips were pursed, disgruntled yet resigned. “… Life reincarnated.”

Tsuna paused and stare at it.

“… It will be your tutor next life.”

“… Fuck.”

When Tsuna remembered, he was 34 and the Vongola Neo Primo of Vongola Famiglia. That night, he went to sleep drunk from the party of his 34th birthday, and he woke up with a splitting headache from the rum and gin the Varia and Reborn chugged down his throat.

And as he groaned, he remembered everything. Life fucked him up so badly this lifetime.

“Rise and shine, Dame-Tsuna!” Tsuna snapped his fingers and the shadows of undead shot straight towards Reborn. The hitman—Life—merely snorted at the weak attempt and squashed all of them, straight away sending them to reincarnation.

“Fuck you, Life.”

It rolled its eyes at Tsuna, grinning ferally. “Good morning to you too, Time. By the way, stop playing with those dead souls every time you remember. It’s so annoying.”

“My business.” Tsuna hissed. He shook the hangover gone and gathered the rest of the undead souls from every corner of the house. Soon, shadows and silhouettes of those once alive gathered in his room. He looked through each and one of them, pelting a few at Reborn who punt them into reincarnation, and breathed, keeping the rest in his indispensable space for those dead.

The pocket watch in him ticked. And stopped.

Life leaned back and started floating to the air like the Cheshire Cat from Alice in Wonderland. It pouted, black obsidian eyes turning white as it stared right through Tsuna’s space.

“Why keep such untasteful bunch of souls? Why not just let them reincarnate and suffer in the mortal world?”

Tsuna knew that it was trying to make him let the souls go, but he wouldn’t. Not like he needed those souls, but he knew keeping them would piss Life off, which it deserved for throwing Tsuna all over around for almost two decades of his mortal life.

“Whatever that is you're doing, it’s not working.” He huffed as he clenched his right fist. Opening it up, there sat on his palm was the ring of Time, sealed. He smiled and pull off the chain, and it glowed as Tsuna’s sealed powers returned to him.

“Worth a try.” Life muttered, too used to Time’s chaos that rip the balance of life and death apart just to keep Death in its track. “It took you long enough to wake this time.” During last lifetime, it remembered that Tsuna woke up the moment he was nine in mortal world.

Tsuna shrugged. Maybe because he overworked Death this lifetime, with the number of people he had to kill. Or maybe because he was just lazy, who knows. Time did not have such concept as long or short. It just knew when to continue or stop.

Tsuna blinked and his eyes turned bright orange. Standing by his side was Death, still half humane half bone. Tsuna smiled up to it and reached over. Death easily took him into its arm.

“I missed you.” Tsuna hummed, nuzzling.

Death whispered of the same as they kissed.

Life rolled its eyes at the two sappy being of unrest and disappeared off to its own beloved.

Tsuna soon pulled away and blinked cheekily at Death. “Time to start summoning to piss of Life.”

Death’s lips tugged up into a smile. “It is no longer disturbed by such moves.” Tsuna rolled his eyes. “I don’t care. I’m going to make it a bigger event this lifetime. Reborn screwed me inside out for almost two decades, I’m angry.”

Death stroked his fluffy hair and shook its head resignedly, letting Tsuna do as he liked. It didn’t matter anyway, because whatever Tsuna did would mean lessening its workload and it could spend more time with Tsuna.

“Whatever you are happy with, darling.”

Two years later, a zombie apocalypse happened.

Reborn almost shot Tsuna to death if not for Fon stopping him.

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A/N: Death is Death! Tsuna is Time! Reborn is Life!

Yes this is Death/Tsuna + Reborn/Fon fic :3 although Reborn and Fon didn't have much screen time uwu

First part is during their previous life before Vongola; Tsuna and the others left earlier than I-Pin and Lambo, who were last of them to leave the mortal world. Timeline's a bit wonky, but ye. They are always the youngest. ALWAYS.

A bit of lore, which is Tsuna or Time was the first existence of the universe, but remained asleep when Death and Life appeared. Then somehow he woke up when civilization started, and forcefully wedged himself between the balance Death and Life created. He hated how Death has to go through all those sorrow when he reaps humans' soul so he made it a goal to at least screw Life up once every time he reincarnated into a human. Which is a handful of time.

But yeah, Time Tsuna who is also a necromancer since he could just isolate-turn back time of the soul right after Death reap it and before it gets noticed by Life, and make it his minions or something. Always hits up Life's workload :3

Anyways this is a sudden plunny that popped out so have a short impulsive story from me :D

[I apologize for any grammar, spellings, etc. etc. mistakes]

#KHR #Katekyo Hitman Reborn #khrrarepairweek2021 #Sawada Tsunayoshi #Reborn #Death #Life #Fon #My Writings

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shinydelirium · 3 years

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MLQC Season 2 Chapter 5 (Kiro) Final Part [Broken Red Wire] & [The Curtain Rises] Translation [CN]

***SPOILERS*** THIS POST CONTAINS HEAVY SPOILERS FOR CONTENT NOT YET RELEASED ON EN SERVER!!! READ AT YOUR OWN RISK!!!***

For the previous translations of Chapter 5: Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4

Enjoy~

[Broken Red Wire]

After Kiro and I climbed up, I sat on the ground in shock and realized that someone really did come help us.

This person had a strong complexion. He smiled cordially at me after he noticed my scrutinizing gaze.

He looked familiar like I had seen him somewhere before.

Kiro: You’re also very late.

??: Didn’t I arrive before the end of your countdown?

He scratched his head and walked over, extending his hand out to me.

??: I didn’t say hello to you last time. I’m Ah Liu, nice to meet you.

Ah Liu: As a way of greeting, next time I formally invite you to drink the special offer from my store.

I responded with hindsight, Kiro pulled my wrist like a bear nervously taking away the sweet honey jar.

After giving him a helpless look, Ah Liu retracted his smile.

Ah Liu: There are inexplicable signal and magnetic field barriers. It wasn’t easy using Evol.

Ah Liu: After you entered the game, there was a constant delay in the positioning of the post. We were worried that something had happened. We discussed it and decided that I would go into the game to confirm your accurate location.

“We”?

I stood behind Kiro in bewilderment. Is there someone else besides Ah Liu?

Ah Liu nodded in response to the earphones in his ears and motioned to Kiro.

Ah Liu: After I entered the game, the same situation occurred and other people are still examining what is going on.

Ah Liu: But the problem here is, we’re not sure what special equipment is being used or…

Ah Liu: What special ability.

Kiro nodded solemnly at him.

Kiro: The plan is proceeding as normal.

After Ah Liu gave an “OK” gesture, he temporarily disappeared into the forest.

At this moment, I finally realized that, without a doubt, Kiro arranged everything.

He noticed my gaze and winked at me playfully.

Kiro: You see, I said I will protect you, right?

At this time, there was a “ding” sound from his microcomputer. Kiro looked worried for a moment, but he immediately collected his emotions, sat on the ground, and started the computer.

The progress bar on the computer screen showed 100%.

MC: What is this?

Kiro: This is the data analysis of that metal collar.

MC: You found a way to remove the metal collar!

Kiro was not as proud as I thought he would be. He just raised the corners of his mouth leisurely.

Kiro: Miss Chips, before you said you would get angry if I secretly left….

MC: Yeah? What about it?

Kiro: What would you do if you were really angry?

He looked into my eyes and spoke softly, but I somehow felt that something was wrong.

MC: What are you trying to say? You’re not trying to play any tricks on me, are you?

Kiro: I’m just asking so I can set a reminder to myself.

MC: That is best….

MC: Let me think, I won’t talk to you for a year and confiscate all your snacks.

MC: No matter how much you beg or apologize. No matter the reason, I will never forgive you.

Kiro: You will.

MC: I certainly won’t…

His voice was soft and when I turned my head to look at Kiro, I found that his eyes had turned to pure gold during some point.

Bathed in the morning light, there is an indescribable tenderness.

Kiro: I command you…

He gave me an extremely bright and tender smile.

I suddenly raised my hand to block my eyes, but Kiro moved faster. He quickly held my wrist and my vision was filled with a clear golden glow.

Kiro: All within my range of control belong to me.

Kiro: Get a good night’s sleep now, and don’t mention this game to anyone when you wake up.

Kiro: Then….forgive me.

He stretched out his hand gently to me, and I realized that I had lost control of my body again and couldn’t say anything.

My consciousness was slowly slipping away, and my legs gradually lost their strength. Kiro caught me.

Kiro: It’s all right, MC.

Kiro: I said, I would let you leave here safely.

My brain gradually stopped working, but I pinched my palm so that my consciousness could stay awake at the end.

I looked at Kiro, and strenuously opened my mouth to say something to him.

But I know that my whole body is being drained of energy little by little.

I’m going to fall asleep soon.

During this time, Ah Liu came back. He seemed to have known this would happen, so he didn’t ask much, and neatly connected a data cable to the girl’s neck.

Kiro: Are you sure this is analytical data?

Ah Liu carefully checked the analysis results and shook his head.

Ah Liu: The design of this metal collar is a bit unique. The time is too short so these results can’t remove it perfectly.

Ah Liu: He has a special heat induction system installed, which is quite troublesome. I can give you about 1.5 seconds at most and it shouldn’t be detected.

Kiro: Enough.

Ah Liu: OK.

Ah Liu took out the equipment without hesitation, leaned on the girl’s side and carefully dismantled the metal collar.

Soon, he found a small button that was not easily noticeable and Ah Liu cautiously reconfirmed the other lines before lightly poking in with a metal wire.

With a sound, the metal collar instantly turned into two halves.

Within the next second, Kiro swiftly closed them around his neck, resolutely and firmly.

Ah Liu lifted the girl on his back and said nothing more.

“I will not let go of your hand.”

The girl’s voice seems to be ringing in his ears.

Kiro glanced down and watched his hand slowly close up.

Out of nowhere, the forest was engulfed by a raging fire, and the wind blew away the last remnants of gentleness.

The silver hair was clear and distinct in the flames, like a sharp knife shining with cold light.

Electronic voice: Congratulations to Hunter No. 29 for advancing.

Fiery sparks rose in the air, covering Helios’s fading back.

Half asleep and half awake, I feel as if someone is running with me on their back.

On the electronic screen of the contact lens, the cute pixel bear went away by itself in the opposite direction of the flower bear. The red line between them stretched straight.

The word “warning” kept flashing in front of my eyes.

Warning. About to exceed the connection range.

Wait a moment….I begged silently in my heart.

Warning. About to disconnect.

Suddenly the little bear stopped.

It seems to have seen the same warning. The red thread is tightly connected together, like a distant but silent entanglement.

It stayed in place as if reluctant to sever the red thread.

My consciousness finally dissipated in the vague darkness, and as the little flower bear continued to move forward, the red line quietly broke.

Warning.

Connection disrupted.

[The Curtain Rises]

At the edge of the forest, two figures suddenly appeared out of thin air.

Ah Liu: Feeling this Evol! Strangely, there is a problem with this forest.

The sound from the headset seemed to be coming from another guidance, and he cautiously looked at the sniper rifle hidden in the woods.

Ah Liu: In this way, even if a player had a chance to run to the edge and ask for help, they would be dealt with.

He pointed to the highway ten meters away.

Ah Liu: This distance should still be movable.

As soon as Ah Liu spoke, a silver-white arc was drawn in the air and a man’s figure appeared in front of them.

Behind him stood a teenager in his early teens. The mist made them unable to see the man’s face and his eyes were faintly glowing with dark gray light.

Ah Liu turned around without hesitation. The moment he disappeared with the girl on his back, the man stretched out his hand.

Teenage Boy: Are you sending Evol? It looks amazing!

The boy widened his eyes in surprise as e he looked at the silent forest, showing a cruel smile, then turned to the man.

Teenage Boy: Teleporting Evol should involve jumping between spaces, what if you find that you can’t use Evol while jumping?

Teenage Boy: Joker, where would they be teleported to?

The man named Joker smiled, his eyes full of playfulness, and he did not speak.

The silver-white arc once again struck the air and the dim underground passage behind the white light appeared in front of his eyes.

I woke up groggy, feeling a faint pain all over my body.

I looked around and found myself in a tunnel, like an abandoned underground railway.

I suddenly remembered everything that just happened. The hunter game and Kiro leaving.

MC: Open map.

The air was quiet. I lowered my head and found that the metal collar on my neck is gone.

MC: Kilo, display location!

On the cold mechanical screen, only a bear wearing a flower is shown.

MC: Kilo, display satellite signal, zoom in.

The screen appears to show that I’m still in the forest but underground.

I took a heavy breath, gritted my teeth and stood up.

In any case, I must leave here first.

-End of Chapter 5-

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cosmica-candy · 3 years

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Chapter Three: The Favored Realm

Another chapter written by @mechamastermind with illustrations done by yours truly for our Coraline NSR Au!! Sorry this one took a bit but I think you will all love this one!!

Chapter Two

Neo stood in the hallway, clutching his shirt as he stared up at the thing wearing his father’s face. Its lips formed a smile so perfect Neo could feel his spine trying to crawl away. The eye was the worst to look at. In place of a pupil, its one eye only had a single X in the middle of it. It spoke with such a soft tone.

“You’re just in time for Supper, dear.”

Neo could feel his stomach twist as it spoke with Nova’s voice, with his father’s voice. He took a step back out of fear, and asked it,

“Who are you?”

“Why, i’m your father, Neo.”

“You’re not my papa…” Neo took another step backwards, twisting the fabric of his shirt in his hands.

“No, i’m better for you than he is.”

“Why don’t you go fetch your daddy, Neo, he’s in his office working I bet.”

Neo began to slowly back away, going further back into the hallway that he found himself in as he tried to get away from whatever or whoever that was in the kitchen.

He stopped in the doorway to what in his house would be Neon’s office, and through a half open door he saw his Daddy sitting in his office, scribbling into a children's book with a rabbit on the cover. The Other Neon looked over at Neo and his eye lit up and softened, despite his eye having a large X in the middle of it, Neo felt comforted because it looked just like his Daddy. The other Neon held out a hand and said

“Neo! My boy… Come come, I just got done writing a new story for you, let’s read it together like we used to.”

Neo felt his heart stop a minute, it had been weeks since he got to read with Daddy, they were too busy with the move. Even the fear of the unfamiliarity of this place could not stop him as he walked over to his daddy’s knee, and get scooped up into his lap.

Neon wrapped his arms around him as he held out the book for them both to see.

“The Bunny and the Wolves den.”

“There once was a little bunny, who lived with his big bunny family. He was the smallest and youngest bunny of the bunch, and was loved by everyone. But one day the little bunny went wandering around the woods. When he hopped a little too far away from his burrow and found himself in a neck of the woods he didn’t know. He was approached by a giant bunny, the size of which he’d never seen before. It had big floppy ears and huge rabbit feet, Why he looked so friendly!! It had big soft eyes and large pointed teeth--”

The Other Nova called from the kitchen,

“Boys! Come on! Let’s dig into Dinner!”

Neo held his daddy’s hand as they walked back to the kitchen, and while he might not have his daddy’s eye, he still felt as warm and soft as the one he knew.

Other Neon pulled the chair out for Neo as they sat back down. Other Neon sat right beside Neo to reassure him, even as the Other Nova walked to the table and sat at the other end. On the table was a huge spread full of Neo’s favorite things to eat: Mashed potatoes on a train, seasoned chicken breasts, spinach with melted cheeses on top, and three trays of jello in three different colors. Even with all his suspicions Neo couldn’t bring himself to not eat, afterall it was all of his favorites. He dug in grabbing all he could and putting it on his plate and chowing down. Between chewing and swallowing he exclaimed,

“This is all so delicious! Thank you!” The polite boy with manners had to say, as Other Neon simply replied

“It’s hard to believe something that looks this good is true!!” There was a soft thud that came from under the table as Other Neon went down to rub his shin.

With Neo's plate cleaned of all the food he could eat, he patted his stomach, the mark of a good meal. The Other Nova clapped his hands together as he looked around the table,

“We should play a game!”

Neo looked up at his Other Papa, feeling his little body gasp as this man that looked like Nova asked to play a game with him. It had been so long it almost brought Neo to tears.

“A g-game?” He stuttered out as Other Nova leaned down and rubbed his hair,

“Yes my little one, a game! What kind of game would you like to play?”

As Neo looked around the kitchen, there had only been one game on his mind since his family had moved into this big mansion.

“Hide and seek?”

The other neon jumped a little in his seat from excitement, resting his cheek against his clasped hands,

“Oh that’s a lovely idea!!” He said, then leaning down to whisper into Neo’s ear.

“Make sure to hide real good.”

Another thud came from under the table as Other Neon went to rub his shin again. Other Nova glaring at him,

before turning back to Neo, his eye glinting with a shimmer as he told Neo,

“Hide and seek sounds like fun… I’ll give you a ten second head start.”

Neo didn’t know what compelled his legs to run so fast, it felt like his body went into a fearful escape mode while his mind was happy to play with his dad, but he sure did run fast.

Darting out of the kitchen and down the long twisting halls, he skirted across rugs and hardwood flooring nearly knocking over vases off tables as he found himself in the main living room. He looked over at the fireplace and thought it might be a good place, but one glance told him it was still hot from the glowing cinders in there. But across the room on the back wall was a large wardrobe, big enough for him to hide in! He giggled as he pulled the doors open and crawled inside, leaving a little crack open so he could peek out, and just as he crawled in he heard the Other Nova countdown to 1.

“3… 2… 1… Here I come~” Neo giggled again, he felt so happy again playing this game with his dad-- It… wasn’t his dad. But he was still happy. This one was nicer than his dad.

He heard Other Nova begin to slowly walk down the halls, as he was humming a tune that echoed through the big mansion. He was getting closer, Neo could feel his little heart beating in his chest from excitement. He was right at the entrance to the living room when Neo felt himself let out a little giggle, but as soon as it entered the room, neo reached up and covered his mouth out of fear. From the tiny crack that he could see out the wardrobe, he could see something so tall it hunched over in the house, many shades darker, details were hard to make out from the tiny sliver of visibility Neo had, but he could hear an unmistakable ticking coming from it as it walked in. Its clothes long, torn, as it looked like the night sky. This hulking thing walked over to the fireplace and knelt down by it, reaching into the still burning embers with its bare hands and digging apart the ashes. It was still humming. Neo could hear his heartbeat inside this wardrobe echoing out, and he let slip a tiny gasp.

The things head instantly snapping behind to stare at Neo, and through the crack he saw its eye, massive red and irritated with a shining splinter in the middle of the iris, and it was looking at him through the crack.

The instant it laid its eye upon him Neo curled into a ball and looked away. HIs heart beating so fast it felt like it was going to run out of his chest as he began to sing his Father’s song to make him feel safer.

“Night sky… Twinkling star… Listen to daddy… I’m never too far…” He got stuck on the first line as he was too scared to remember the rest… he heard giant footsteps shuffle towards him and the wardrobe as the doors were flung open.

“Aha! I found you my little one!” Neo looked up to the sound of his father’s voice once again, now seeing the shape of his papa, a giant soft man with a single eye looking down at him… it looked just like his Papa again, the only thing was its different Iris, the X.

“Wasn’t that fun my little one? Would you like to play again?” He asked him, as Neo reached up and wiped his eyes dry of his fearful tears.

“I… I think i’m tired… I want to sleep…”

“Alright Neo.” The Other Nova picked up the small boy and carried him up the stairs, Other Neon joining him as he stood by as Neo was tucked into the bed by the Shape of his Papa. Neo was tired, more exhausted than he thought he could be by his time here… The last thing he heard before he drifted off was the voice of his Papa telling him,

“Come back anytime, we’ll see you again~”

Elsewhere…

Nova was running around the house frantically, searching for his son that had been missing for hours at this point. No one had seen Neo, and Nova’s husband went running around outside to try and catch him. Nova’s mind raced with thousands of possibilities, not one of them good. He passed by neo’s room at least a dozen times, each one checking in to see if he’d be there, and each time of course, there was no son. Nova ran down the steps of the staircase and started heading towards the stairs to the basement neighbor, perhaps they had seen his boy. When he had suddenly heard a meow right by his head. He turned sharply and saw that sitting on the windowsill of Neo’s room was an Orange tabby cat with pink star filled eyes. Nova had never seen such a strange looking cat before, and certainly no one in the mansion owned a cat like that… and it was sitting on the window to neo’s room… Before he could question the cat he saw it walk under the window into Neo’s room, and Nova without realizing it called out after it,

“Wait!!” He said, chasing it into the house as he darted back to his sons room. And there he saw the most peculiar thing yet. His boy neo was just in his bed, perfectly tucked in as if done by his parents. The cat was nowhere to be seen, but Neo was safe and sound and in his sight… Even if Nova had a million questions.

#nsr #no straight roads #milkys art #neon j #dj subatomic supernova #neo #cora au

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bunnyywritings · 4 years

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trends and insecurity

Kozume Kenma x bestfriend!reader

𝕡𝕣𝕖𝕧𝕚𝕠𝕦𝕤 - 𝕤𝕖𝕣𝕚𝕖𝕤 𝕞𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕝𝕚𝕤𝕥 - 𝕟𝕖𝕩𝕥

[a/n: It’s 3am so I’m not sure how well I proof read this but here’s part 2 of cheater, cheater, pumpkin eater, this one is slightly angsty so, enjoy! -yours truly, bunnyy -`ღ´- ps. Trigger warning: (y/n) gets catcalled]

Today, the coaches decided to do a joint practice, meaning that both the guys’ club and the girls’ club would end up having a practice match as well. You were pumped. You had practiced with the boys before but never had a full on match. You bounded excitedly into the gym, smirking once you spotted Kuroo and dashed towards him.

“(Y/n)-” Kenma watched in amusement as you jumped onto the captain’s back, clinging onto him like a koala.

“ACK! What the-” Kuroo turned his head, your noses were inches apart.

“Hello~” You smiled before jumping off of him.

“(Y/N)!!” You turned towards a smiley Lev.

“My child!” You shouted, arms open. He made his way towards you and wrapped you up in his arms. Picking you up and spinning you around. Your eyes widened as you gripped onto his shoulders for dear life since you were a good 500 ft off the ground.

“Lev! Be careful!” Yaku scolded before Lev stopped and put me down. Dizzy, you stumbled around before Kenma caught you in his arms before you could trip on air.

“Thanks Kozu..”you mumbled, hiding your face in his shoulder so no one would see you blush. Kuroo smirked when he saw Kenma blush and look away so the others wouldn’t see his flustered expression.

“Alright everyone! Let’s start with passing drills! Let’s go!” Coach Nekomata instructed. A chorus of groans, including your own, rang throughout the gym. “Did I hear correctly? You guys want punishment dives around the gym? No? Then hustle!” He chuckled. The two teams split up, gathering on either side of the court and started passing drills. The boys took a break while the girls did their spike/blocking drills since they had only set up one net.

Kenma couldn’t stop himself from watching as you bent your knees in a squat, readying yourself to set up for a spike. The way the black spandex hugged the curves of your hips, the way your supple yet firm thighs strained against the shiny fabric--

“Wow Kenma~ So naughty, staring at (y/n)-chan like that~” Kuroo teased his friend. Anyone else would’ve thought that the pigment on his cheeks and his chest heaving for oxygen was from all the physically strenuous activity but Kuroo knew better. You had literally stolen his friends’ breath away. They both watched as you jumped, back curved in the perfect form for a spike before the palm of your hand met the ball in a powerful swing and you sent the ball straight down, the sound of it smacking against the hardwood floor was intimidating. There was a reason why you were the ace of the girls’ team.

Kenma smiled as he watched you land on the ground, victorious grin splitting your lips while you gave a little fist pump in the air.

The rest of the girls went before they switched with the boys to take their break. The entire time, you couldn’t take your eyes off of Kenma. Sure, his spikes and blocks were a bit lack luster but when he was setting up the ball, you couldn’t look away. The way his jaw was clenched, the way his eyes were sharp and focused, and his hands...how they pushed the ball up into the air and--

“You’re staring again.” An amused voice snapped you out of your trance.

“I know Kenji, I just can’t help it.” You sighed quietly, your captain giggled and patted your shoulder.

“I take it that you still haven’t told him.” She handed you your water bottle.

“Of course I haven’t.” You scoffed before taking a greedy sip of water. “He’s been my best friend since we were babies, he could never see me as more than that.” She just rolled her eyes.

“I honestly do not understand how you could be so oblivious.” Kenji muttered before the coach blew the whistle. It was finally time for the match.

After a vigorous match, and going to 3 sets, the boys won. That meant that the girls had to clean the gym. That was your least favorite thing about volleyball. The clean up. So there you guys were. Collecting volleyballs, putting the net away, and mopping the sweat and spilled water off of the floor before finally being able to shower and change back into our uniforms.

“Hey Kenji!” She had stopped and waited for me to catch up. “Me and the guys are going into downtown to grab a bite to eat, wanna come? Kuroo’s gonna be there~” You wiggled your eyebrows. You and her were pretty good friends and you knew for a fact that she had a FAT crush on her fellow captain.

“Stop that...” She groaned, playfully flicking your forehead. “And as much as I’d love to join you, I can’t. I have an essay to turn in tonight and I have done absolutely nothing. Maybe next time.” She smiled.

“Alright then, see you tomorrow.” You squinted at her skeptically.

“Goodbye! Oh and don’t be late for morning practice tomorrow!” She called as you jogged towards the exit of the school.

“I won’t!” You called over your shoulder.

“It’s about damn time.” Kuroo threw his arms up dramatically.

“Shut up beanpole, we had to clean the ENTIRE gym.”

“Maybe you should just win the match next time.” Lev shrugged smugly.

This made you gasp in mock offense, “Do my ears deceive me? Is my baby boy insulting the ace of the volleyball team when he can’t even properly bump receive a ball?”

“Senpai!~” He whined, jutting out his bottom lip in a cute pout.

“Plus, that setter dump that Kenma made last minute was totally uncalled for.” You huffed.

“That’s kinda the whole point, (y/n).” Kenma looked up from his game with a small grin.

“Whatever Kozu...now let’s go! I’m starving.”

You guys took a short 10 minute train ride to Downtown Tokyo before making your way to the convenience store that had THE BEST ramen ever. You and Yamamoto paid for your food, the others grabbing whatever they were going to munch on. As you waited for the ramen to cool, you got an idea. There was a trend going around tiktok where you dance in front of your s/o, or your friends or whatever and you’d secretly record their reactions and you had made sure not to send any to Kuroo or Kenma for the sole reason of being able to get their reactions. So you set up your phone and angled it perfectly so it got their reactions but it looked like it was recording you.

“Do you have to do that here?” Yaku groaned playfully in annoyance.

“You’re just jealous cause I get more likes on my videos than you.” You grinned, sticking your tongue out at him childishly. Kenma watched quietly as you set the timer and took a couple steps away from the phone. The countdown started, and when the music flowed out of the speaker, his eyes widened slightly when you started to dance. He couldn’t deny how cute your little smile was as the video went on.

“OOH SENPAI~ You’re so good at dancing!~” Lev, ever the hypeman, grinned and continued to give you compliments. Kuroo followed along, doing the moves while in his seat. Inuoka bobbed his head to the music as he watched you dance. Yamamoto was just slurping up his ramen while watching you. All of the reactions were what you had expected. What you hadn’t noticed was Kenma’s reaction. He was watching intently over the top of his psp as you danced, blush evident on his cheeks, lips parted slightly is awe. They were all pretty tame reactions, the song ended and you grabbed your phone.

“Ooh let me see!” Kuroo reached out for your phone. You handed it to him and made your way to grab your ramen.

“Hey!” You turned as someone called out, there was two boys standing a little ways away.

“Hey?” You asked, confusion evident in your voice.

“You’re pretty cute, are you single?” The one that had called to you smirked.

“Uhm...yeah? ” You frowned when he disgustingly ran his eyes over your figure.

“Oh come on. A girl like you, with a body like that? There’s no way you’re single.” The other bit his lip.

“Well I am and I’m definitely not interested in either of you so...you can go.”

“Ooh feisty! Don’t be shy cutie, we were enjoying the show.”

All 6 boys were watching in disbelief and anger.

Kuroo’s fist clenched at his side, he had kinda hoped that Kenma would say something but knew that confrontation wasn’t his thing but he sure as hell looked angry.

“You heard her. She’s not interested so move along you dweebs.” The captain had gotten off of the bench and came over to you. His 6′2 figure towering over your own as he slung an arm over your shoulder and pulled you into him protectively.

The two boys scoffed. “Why do you care? You’re obviously not her boyfriend.”

“That’s true but we’re her friends...and you’re making her uncomfortable.” Lev had also stood up and made his way toward you and Kuroo with the most intimidating face he could muster.

“You should get out of here douche bags, if you keep bothering her, it won’t end well for you.” Yamamoto put down his ramen and made his ‘intimidating’ scowl. Kuroo noticed that you were gripping the back of his vest tightly and your eyes were shining with un-shed tears. Even though you had come out of your shell since he met you, he knew that intense social situations like the current one, made you extremely uncomfortable.

“Whatever man, she seems like a prude anyways.” One scoffed in offense.

“She should take it as a compliment. She’s in public in such a short skirt and dancing around like that, she’s basically asking for it.”

“You two idiots better shut your goddamn mouths right now and leave.” Kuroo growled. “It’s pathetic to think that you deserve anything from her after being so disrespectful.” Kuroo growled. That was the final nail in the coffin. The two boys dismissed it and finally walked away, muttering profanities under their breath. “You okay?” Kuroo asked softly once they were a good ways away.

You bit your lip to stop it from trembling and could only nod as you slowly pulled away from him.

“What jerks, I’m sorry (y/n).” Yaku comforted.

“Yeah, no one should disrespect our senpai like that.” Lev nodded determinedly, Inuoka nodded in agreement. You weakly nodded and sat in between Kuroo and Kenma, appetite gone. Kenma’s heart thumped painfully when he noticed a tear or two slide down your cheek. He took a deep breath and slipped his hand into yours, interlacing your fingers with his and holding your hand so softly. You pushed the feeling of butterflies in your belly aside and leaned your head against his shoulder. He pulled out his earphones and gave you an earbud.

Frowning in confusion, you put in in your ear and he put the other in his. Your confusion was quelled when he opened tiktok and went to his favorites. The first video he pulled up was of a frog in the front pocket of someone’s overalls.

“I’m gonna get one, you know.” You sniffled, a soft laugh leaving your lips.

“Of course you are.” The smile never leaving his lips as he looked down at you. He had to restrain himself because he was at the perfect angle to kiss your forehead, and he so badly wanted to give you a sweet kiss and comfort you after the incident that just happened. After years of being friends with you, he knew how much you enjoyed physical touch. Mainly hugs and cuddles.

After a couple of minutes, everyone finished eating and whatever and decided that it was time to go home. Everyone went their separate ways after saying goodbye.

“Uhm hey, did you maybe want to come over? We could do homework then maybe play some animal crossing? I can show you how to blackmail Tom Nook.” His offer made you grin.

“That sounds great Kozu.”

“Great. Do you have your Switch?”

He watched as you patted your bag and gave him a thumbs up. “Always.”

He quickly shot his mom a text to let her know you would be coming over. “My mom wants to know if you’ll stay for dinner?”

“How could I pass that up? You know I love her cooking.” His heart skipped a beat as he sent his mom your response.

The two of you continued to walk to his house, talking about the possibilities of a parallel universe.

“But it’s not ridiculous Kozu! Seriously, just hear me out. What if the shows and movies we’re watching are things that actually happened in a parallel universe. Like, what if ‘A Silent Voice’ was a real thing that happened in a universe where people’s everyday lives were televised as tv shows and movies in our universe.”

“That seems pretty unlikely, (y/n)”

“Does it though? Does it really?” You squinted at him.

“Yes. That’s like saying that someone in a parallel universe is watching this exact conversation happen, as we speak, on their tv. Just listen to how ridiculous it sounds.”

“But it doesn’t! That’s my point!” You flung your arms in the air.

He shook his head fondly as you guys reached the front door and he unlocked it. “We’re home!” He called quietly as the two of you slipped off your shoes.

“Oh, welcome back! (y/n), It’s wonderful to see you again!” His mom came and gave you a big hug, one that you happily returned.

“It’s good to see you too! I hope I’m not intruding.” You smiled nervously, you were literally there a couple days ago.

“Don’t be silly, sweetheart! We love having you here, come over whenever you like. Even if Kenma isn’t here, just come in and we can have some tea.” She smiled sweetly.

“I think I’ll take you up on that offer.” Kenma watched the interaction as his heart filled with warmth.

“Do you two want a snack while you wait for dinner? I can cut up some fruit if you like?” You and Kenma looked at each other and nodded.

“Yeah, that sounds good mom. We’re gonna be doing homework in my room.”

“Okay then, don’t overwork yourselves!” She called as you two made your way upstairs. Once in his room, he handed you the sweats that you keep in his drawer and one of his pullovers. While you changed, he pulled on his own sweats and a black t-shirt.

You put your clothes on the spinny chair at his desk and sat beside him on his bed. “So, what first? Chem or math?” You asked, placing your binder down in front of you.

“Hmm Chem, just so we can get it out of the way.”

A couple minutes in, his mom knocked and came in with two bowls of cut fruit. You missed the way Kenma blushed when his mom gave him a knowing smile before she left the two of you alone. The unit you were working on was fairly easy, the only bothersome things were all the damn conversions you had to do.

“Why is this even necessary? Like when am I ever gonna need to know how to change the measurement of boron from mole to kilogram?” He was going to answer but he noticed that it wasn’t directed at him, he watched in amusement as you shoved a strawberry in your mouth.

“Ha, boron...” the amusement in your voice was clear, even when it was muffled by strawberry. With a shake of his head, he looked back down at his notebook.

“Finally!” You tossed your binder onto the ground. “Now teach me how to blackmail that annoying little racoon.” Kenma chuckled at your enthusiasm as you grabbed your Switch from your bag. He sat up against the headboard and you crawled into the space next to him, instantly snuggling into his warmth.

“Alright, so here’s how you do it-”

So there the two of you were. He had an arm around your waist, his hand was resting on the top of your thigh. He hadn’t really realized how touchy he was being, neither had you. It wasn’t necessarily the first time the two of you had cuddled but it was different this time around. Kenma subconsciously felt guilty for not doing more earlier, for not doing more to protect you. So, he was overcompensating for it now.

You frowned as you looked up and called out to him softly once more. “Kenma...kenma~”

“Hmm?” He blinked a couple of times before meeting your eyes.

“Is everything okay, Kozu?” You put down the game and turned your body so you could get a proper look at him. At his hesitation, you grew more worried. “Kenma what’s wrong?” He knew you wouldn’t take a shrug of the shoulders or a mumbled, ‘nothing.’ as an answer.

“Well, I-I just feel like I failed as your friend.”

“Why do you feel like that?” You bit your lips nervously.

“Because I didn’t do anything to defend you earlier, I just...sat and watched while those guys disrespected you and made you uncomfortable.” He was looking down at his lap, refusing to look you in the eye.

“Oh Kenma...it’s okay. Really. You didn’t have to say anything. Only you could comfort me like you did. No words needed, just cuddles, and frog memes.” He felt pride swell in him at your words, “Please look at me Kenma.” He hesitantly looked into your eyes. “You could never fail me. Ever.” You wrapped your arms around his waist and nuzzled into his chest. He had a MASSIVE blush burning his cheeks. “You’re always there for me when I need you, and I don’t thank you enough for it but I really do appreciate it, Kozu. I appreciate you.” His blush started to cool down as he wrapped his own arms around you. He held you and relished in your warmth. He was confused and a little flustered when you looked up at him, an unknown emotion in your eyes but he felt it. The sudden tension between the two of you as you glanced down at his lips before looking back into his eyes.

He couldn’t help but lean into you, it was like you were a gravitational force that was pulling him in.

“Kozu, I-” he could feel your breath on his lips, your soft voice pulling him into a trance. Your forehead met his, he nervously looked into your eyes. This was very new to the both of you. Hearts beating erratically, both of you hoping the other couldn’t hear the thunderous thumps against your rib cages. Your lips looked soft and plush, he wanted to feel them against his own. To taste them on his own. His sudden confidence surprised him, and you, as his hand shakily came up to cup your cheek, thumb running over your cheek as the tension grew, breaths getting heavier. Heavy eyelids slipping closed when-

“Kids! Dinner is ready!” The sudden shout from his mom causing a squeak to leave your throat as you both jolted away from each other. Kenma quickly climbed out of the bed, standing awkwardly and fiddling with his hands.

“We should-” He swallowed heavily, “We should go eat.”

“Right...we should.” He frowned when the statement that left your lips came out as a dejected whisper. He followed as you walked out the door and down stairs, greeting his father before sitting down for dinner.

Even though you were smiley and enthusiastic throughout the meal, he could feel that you were somewhat upset.

He thought about it as he laid in bed after you left, picking up his phone, he scrolled before finding Kuroo’s contact.

To Kuroo: I think I messed up....I don’t know what to do

Once you got home, you couldn’t stop thinking about what happened. Was Kuroo wrong? Maybe he really didn’t like you like that...maybe you were wrong. You couldn’t stop the tears that had collected in your eyes as you grabbed your phone.

To Tetsuhoe: I guess I was right, I am just a friend

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A rogue storm had her presumed dead and stranded on the red planet. Left on her own, astronaut Aelin Galathynius has four years to make it to the next drop-site, some two thousand miles. Armed with her smarts and dwindling supplies, Aelin attempts to survive on an inhospitable planet, when the nearest help is only millions of miles away.

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The young man – boy, really – was sleeping on the love seat in his office, snoring ever so slightly.

Vaughan Kuāutli popped his head in the open door and rapped his knuckles against the doorframe, “Luca?” The sleeping boy simply snored and smacked his lips together. Vaughan sighed and said louder, “Luca, wake up. RPL needs the probe courses.”

Luca sprang up, his mop of unruly hair facing every which way. “Oh, hey, Vaughan.” He stumbled to his feet, yawning as he made his way to his desk and computer, where graphics of the course projection were spinning around. He grabbed an opened can of some energy drink and chugged the rest, crushing the can in his hand and tossing it into the wastebasket. He missed.

Vaughan didn’t blink an eye, knowing this was normal behaviour for the son of Malakai Scéalaí. Despite the fact that he was TNSB legacy, Luca had worked harder than anyone he knew to get here, where he held the position of astrodynamicist. The boy was near genius status. “I know we’re coming at this from the wrong way, but we can’t commit to launch dates with these many unknowns.”

Luca waved his hand as he sat down in his wheeled chair, nearly missing it. Why did I let him get a wheeled chair, Vaughan thought. There’s so many things that could go wrong. “It’s fine. All twenty-three models will take four-hundred and four days to reach Farnor. They only slightly vary in thrust duration and fuel requirement is almost identical.”

His boss entered the messy room. Messy might have been an understatement. Vaughan thought that ‘biohazard’ was fitting for Luca’s office/bedroom - he ended up spending the night here more often than not. “Four-hundred and four days. Not a good launch window, huh?” His eyes roved over the calculations.

Luca snorted, “It’s terrible. Like, it’d almost be easier to…” his chestnut-brown eyes widened and his eyebrows shot up behind his floppy fringe.

“Almost easier to what?”

Luca got to his feet slowly, looking as though he’d seen a ghost, “I need more RedBull. And coffee.” Honestly, it was a miracle Luca hadn’t dropped dead from cardiac arrest yet.

“Almost easier to what?” Luca was too lost in his head and scrambled for the door, pushing Vaughan out of the way. Vaughan stared after him, “You do remember that I’m your boss, right?”

The only indication Luca gave that he heard him was a thumbs-up over his head and then he disappeared around the corner.

+*+*+*+*+*+*

“Am I reading this right, five-hundred million?”

Sartaq nodded, looking like he was about to drop dead right on the carpeted floor of his office. “Yes, sir, that’s correct.”

Weylan’s brows rose, the only indication of his shock and he turned his gaze from the screen to the table in front of him, Manon and Asterin somber on the other side. “And now for the expensive question, where’s your team at?”

“…we’re behind.” Sartaq said, sounded defeated. “If I had fifteen more days, I could get it done.”

“All right. Say I can get you fifteen days, then… what? It’s thirteen to mount the probe?”

The RPL director tilted his head to the side a few times, “It actually only takes three days to mount the probe. I can get that down to two and the other ten are for inspections.”

Weylan drummed his fingers on his briefing folder, contemplating something. “How often do those tests present a problem?”

Everyone froze and Manon asked, her voice almost aghast, “Are you saying we don’t do the inspections?”

“Right now, I’m asking how often they present a problem. Sartaq?”

The exhausted man looked nervous and almost as if he resented saying, “One in twenty, but that’s still grounds for countdown halt. Weylan, we can’t take that chance.”

“If you have a safer way, by all means, tell me. Anybody?” Nobody answered him and he nodded, “Right then. Manon, tell Dr. Towers to stretch Aelin’s rations four more days. She won’t like it, but it’ll get us to fifteen. Cancel the inspections.”

“Sir-“

“It’s on me, Gavriel. Sartaq, you have your two weeks. Get it done.”

+*+*+*+*+*+*

Aelin was standing by the microwave, watching her plate of food spin around and around until the machine beeped and she hastily grabbed the plate, hissing at the heat as she put it down on the counter. Meatloaf and potatoes. Again.

Grabbing her knife and fork, Aelin cut up the meatloaf, “So. I have to hold out here until the probe arrives with more food. This is what minimal calorie count looks like,” pointing to the meager plate, “standard issue ration.”

She snorted a laugh, “Usually, it’s three of these every day and now… one every three days.” The meatloaf was cut into thirds and she transported two of the pieces onto a separate plate. “This is today’s allotment. Which I get to supplement with potatoes. Which I am beginning to abhor, happy, TNSB? I watched my language. Anyways, I am beginning to loathe these things with the passion of seven billion million burning suns. I’ve been told to do this,” she cut her potato in half and put one of them on the plate with the meatloaf. “You know, I used to like Yrene Towers. Point is, ‘stretch the rations four more days’ is a real tit punch.”

She walked over to the desk, where there lay two white pills. Aelin sat down and crushed the pills with her knife. She looked to the computer camera, her eyes conveying just how done she was, “I ran out of ketchup three days ago.” Moving the crushed powder into a neat circle, she said, “So I’m dipping my potato in Vicodin and no one can stop me.”

+*+*+*+*+*+*

The energy in Mission Control was electric as they all waited for Manon’s signal. She slipped on her headset, “Mission Control, this is Flight Director Blackbeak. Begin launch status check.” This is where Manon was in her element and it was obvious to everyone around her.

“Roger that, Flight Director,” the Launch Control director answered. “Launch Control test is complete and we are ready.”

“This is Flight. We are a go for launch.”

The timer controller started its countdown, the robotic voice booming through Mission Control. “T-minus 10…9…8…7…6…5…4…3…2…1…”

Asterin paced behind Manon’s seat, praying as liftoff was announced and the rocket was launched from the holding hull.

The flight was clean and when Manon let go of a held-in breath, the room relaxed, all smiles and happy faces as the rocket flew high. But something changed.

“Flight, this is Guidance Control, we’re getting large shimmy in the tail.”

“No…” she whispered, shaking her head as the rocket began losing guidance and telemetry, absolutely powerless as it exploded right before their eyes.

The probe was gone and Weylan Darrow had just signed Aelin’s death certificate.

+*+*+*+*+*+*

Kashin and Hasar Dalavtchai were in her office in Antica, watching the head of TNSB do an interview. The woman spat to her brother, “They forced our brother to skip inspections and now their astronaut is going to die.”

“Perhaps,” Kashin replied, sliding a document her way, “The Rukhin’s booster. We ran the numbers and it has enough fuel for a Farnor injection orbit.”

Hasar, the director of the Southern Continent National Space Administration, looked over the document thoughtfully, flipping through the pages, “And they haven’t approached us, why?”

“They don’t know. Father kept the booster technology classified.” It was one of the reasons Sartaq had left. He believed that all of their knowledge should be public access.

“Hm.” Hasar narrowed her eyes and stood up, walking to her office’s large floor-to-ceiling windows. “If we do nothing… the world will never know we could have helped.”

“Yes.” Kashin hid his satisfied grin. He knew what Hasar was thinking and agreed with her wholeheartedly. “If we give them the booster, we will be effectively cancelling The Rukhin.”

Hasar turned to him, her mind already made up. She was tired of her father’s secrecy. “We keep it between SCNSA and TNSB. An exchange between scientists…”

+*+*+*+*+*+*

“Yes, we understand.” Manon watched Weylan where he was pacing on the phone, with whom she didn’t know. “Yes. Yes… thank you.”

He hung up the phone, relief flooding his face. Manon sat up from where she had been slouching in his office chair. “Yes?”

“Yes.”

+*+*+*+*+*+*

“Ok, Luca, you need to listen to me,” Vaughan said, serious as he rested his hands on the boy’s shoulders, trying to make him stop shaking. Mala save him, how much caffeine had he ingested? “These people run TNSB, do you understand? You need to be professional. They will not be as easy on you as I am, they don’t understand your thought pattern. And if they ask you to explain, do not, do not, let them know you think they’re stupid, alright?”

Luca nodded, trying to contain his bouncing. “I know, I know. I had some coffee, so I think I’m good to speak to the normies, boss man.”

Vaughan just shook his head and whispered a prayer of protection as he herded the boy into the conference room, where Weylan Darrow, Asterin and Manon Blackbeak, and Gavriel Aryeh were.

Luca tripped over the threshold, sending his papers flying. Vaughan just hung his head and sat down beside Gavriel, “I’d like to introduce Luca Scéalaí, astrodynamicist.”

To his credit, Luca didn’t piss himself as Manon and Asterin helped him gather his papers, their sharp sharp nails shining. Gavriel rose a brow, “Scéalaí?”

“Um, yeah, my dad’s Malakai? He did some rover thing a while ago.” Luca shrugged, as if it was no big deal of one his fathers had built the first craft ever to reach Farnor. With a deep breath, he put a thick folder on the table. “This is it.”

“And what would that be, Luca?” Asterin questioned him, exchanging an amused glance with Manon. To Vaughan, it looked like two predators who found their next meal to be adorable.

“Oh, yeah, duh,” Luca slapped his forehead. “I can get The Lani back to Farnor by day five-sixty-one.”

That had everyone in the room choking and shooting up. “What,” Manon breathed, eyes wide. “How?”

Luca looked around the room, spying a half-empty mug of coffee which happened to be Gavriel’s. He snatched it up and chugged the contents, to the half-horrified audience. “Ok, let’s pretend that this is The Lani and you…” he pointed at Weylan, moving his finger to indicate the man to his feet, “sorry, what’s your name?”

“Weylan. I’m the director of TNSB.”

“Oh, deadass? That’s sick, man, but anyways, you’re Farnor and you,” he pointed at Asterin who eagerly stood, relishing the chaotic way that the meeting was going, “you’re Earth. So, right now The Lani is beginning the month-long de-acceleration to enter into Earth’s orbit, yeah?” He walked the mug towards Asterin, who was shaking with her attempts to control her laughter as he made a rocket noise with his mouth and slowed with every step. Vaughan closed his eyes and groaned quietly. “But what I’m proposing…,” Luca walked faster to Asterin. He froze, looking around for something. Without a care, Luca jogged back to Weylan and plucked a pen out of his breast pocket, hurrying back to Asterin. “This is The Rukhin, alright?”

He bopped the pen off her head, causing Manon to cackle, and dumped it in the mug, “We grab whatever provisions we need and now we’re speeding up, like, nyoom, and we fly around Earth and kinda, I guess, slingshot back to Farnor.” He puttered back to Weylan, making more rocket noises.

Luca hovered the mug over Weylan’s head, “But now we’re going too fast to slow down so we do a flyby.”

“How?”

Vaughan spoke up, “By using The Crone’s FAV.”

Luca snapped his fingers and pointed at his boss, “Yes, that. I did the math. It checks out.”

“Luca?”

“Yeah?” He turned to face Weylan.

“Get out.”

“Oh, yeah, that’s a good idea, I need some coffee anyway,” Luca mumbled, leaving his things scattered about the room. “Deuces, dudes and dudettes.”

Weylan turned to Gavriel and Vaughan. “So is he right?”

“Yes, he is,” Vaughan replied. “His math is correct; the boy is a genius. Crazy, space-cadet, can barely take care of himself, but a genius.”

“And we need to use The Rukhin?”

“Yes, sir.”

Asterin frowned, “Am I missing something?”

Manon nodded, “There’s only one booster. And both plans require it.”

“What about The Lani crew? Luca’s proposal adds…” she did the math in her head, “five-hundred and thirty-three days to their mission.”

“They wouldn’t hesitate,” Manon said, standing up and seething, because she knew what Weylan was leaning towards. “Not for a second. That’s why you made this meeting a secret, isn’t it?” she accused him, meeting his eyes until he looked away. “You want us to decide.”

Weylan nodded.

“You gods-damned coward. It should be Commander Salvaterre’s decision and you know it.”

“It’s a matter of life and death, Manon.”

“He’s the Mission Leader, life and death matters are his decisions.”

Gavriel interrupted the fight before it could escalate, “Can The Lani even do that?”

“Yes,” Vaughan said, “it was built to do all the Three-Faced Goddess missions, so it’s not even two-thirds through it’s lifespan.”

“But if something went wrong, we’d lose the crew.” Asterin furrowed her brow, fighting between siding with Manon, who she agreed with, or with Weylan, who’s option was safer. “So… what? We either have a high chance of killing one person or a low chance of killing six? How do we make that decision?”

“We don’t. Weylan does.”

All eyes turned to him and they waited for what seemed like an eternity before, “We still have the chance to bring home five astronauts. Safe and sound.”

“Let them make that decision,” spat Manon, murder in her eyes. Weylan was grateful for the table separating them, not that it would be a hindrance to her if she tried anything.

“Manon. We’re going with option one.”

She made a disgusted sound and looked around the room. No one dared to meet her eye, not even Asterin. “You should all be ashamed of yourselves.”

+*+*+*+*+*+*

Aelin trudged up the hill to the solar panels, getting ready to scrub them clean. Again.

As she crested the small incline, she paused. No. She couldn’t do it anymore.

Without another thought, she sat down, staring at the crimson sun.

+*+*+*+*+*+*

Nox was sitting before his computer, tracking Aelin’s course. Gavriel was next to him and wondered aloud, “Where is she going?” She would walk for three-hundred metres in one way, pause for ten minutes and repeat the process in another direction. “RPL didn’t ask her to do this, what is it?”

“I don’t know, oh… she’s at the rover, incoming data dump… what is this, Chem analysis, batch 1A-17A?”

Realization dawned on Gavriel and admiration coursed through him. “She’s finishing the mission.”

+*+*+*+*+*+*

“We evac’d on day eighteen of thirty-one, which means we still have thirteen days of labs to do.” Aelin crushed up a rock sample, “Commander Salvaterre, your work’s in good hands. Whitethorn… um… I really have no understanding of chemolithotrophic detection. Did I say that right? Anyway, I’m doing my best. Faliq, I know you hate it when I touch the ChemCam but guess what? You left me on a desolate planet, you’re not allowed to get mad at me. Lochan,” she carefully tapped the fine powder into a container and screwed the lid on tightly, labeling it with a black marker, “I got a new cataloguing system that you’ll really like. As for Marama’s jobs… there are none. Really, I don’t know why we even brought you along.”

Aelin sighed through her nose, “I know keeping everything organized and ordered isn’t my strong suit but I want it to all make sense for later. Maybe you can teach it in a class, the Galathynius syllabus. ‘How to make water out of rocket fuel’ or ‘how to grow plants on a planet with no living organisms’, I don’t know, but be creative with it, please. I refuse to have my name attached to some boring class.”

+*+*+*+*+*+*

Elide was sitting in her bunk, muttering curses at her computer when it wouldn’t let her load the attachment’s from Lysandra’s email. Eventually, she gave up and called Nesryn over the radio, “Nessie darling, can I bother you?”

“Yep, what is it?”

“There’s this email from Lys, subject line: Your Bachelorette Party. I can’t open the attachments, it’s all this code.”

“Ok, well, bring it to me and I’ll see what I can do. I’m in the rec room.”

“Copy that, on my way.”

It only took a few minutes for Elide to float her way to Nesryn. She may have been distracted by her fiancé and his lips for a short while, but that was a moot point as she slid down the ladder and walked to where Nesryn was stretching on the floor. “Hey.”

Nesryn reached out for the laptop, looking like a young child on Yulemas morning, “Gimme gimme.” She lived to solve computer problems. Elide chuckled and sat down on the floor next to her friend as she worked. “Huh. These aren’t JPGs. It looks like plain TSCII files. Math equations, does this make any sense to you?” She angled the computer screen to Elide.

“’Luca Scéalaí Maneuver.’ Yeah, it’s a course maneuver for The Lani…” As the navigator for the mission, Elide tried to make sense of the equations, one phrase sticking out to her. “Day five-sixty-one. Oh, my gods. Nes, bless you, I could kiss you right now!”

Without another word, Elide jumped up and hurried to the radio, her voice blasted through every speaker on the ship, “This is Lochan, emergency meeting in the rec room, ASAP.”

Nesryn stood up, bewildered, “E, what is it?”

“Just wait, I’ll explain everything.”

Soon after, the boys had made their way to the worktable and Elide told them everything.

They sat in shock. Fenrys was the first to speak, “Would this really work?”

Elide nodded, “Yeah, I ran the numbers. It checks out.” Respect flooded her eyes, an excited gleam that Lorcan hadn’t seen in months. “It’s a brilliant course.”

“So why all the cloak and dagger,” Rowan asked, the ink on his face scrunching as he wrinkled his brow.

“TNSB rejected the idea. They want to put a big risk on Ae as opposed to a small risk on us,” Lorcan spat, indignation in his tone, “whoever snuck it into E’s email obviously disagrees.”

“So, we’re talking about going against TNSB’s orders?”

“Uh-huh. If we do the maneuver, they’ll have to send a provisional probe. We’d be forcing their hand.”

“Are we gonna do it?” Nesryn asked, a determined tilt to her chin.

Lorcan sighed and spread his hands, “Look, if it were up to me, we’d already be on our way.”

Fenrys’ eyes narrowed in confusion, “I’m confused. You’re Mission Leader, isn’t it your decision?”

“Not this time,” Elide answered for Lorcan. “TNSB expressly rejected the plan.”

“We’re talking about mutiny,” Lorcan said and that was not a word any of them used lightly. “We either all do this together, or not at all. Before you answer,” he leaned forward, looking everyone in the eye, “think of the consequences. If we mess up the supply, we die. If we mess up the gravity assist, we die. Even if we do everything perfectly, we still had five hundred and thirty-three days to our mission. Five hundred and thirty-three days without seeing our families. Five hundred and thirty-three days of unplanned space travel.”

“Sign me up.”

Everyone let loose a dry chuckle and Lorcan turned to Fenrys, “Slow down there, pup. You and me? We’re military. Chances are, we get down there and they’ll court marshal us.” Fenrys made a face. “As for the rest of you, I can guarantee, they’ll never let you back up here again.”

Now Rowan spoke up, “Say we say yes. How does this work?”

Everyone turned to Elide and she shrugged, “It’s really not that hard. I plot the course and execute it. No biggie.” A sly grin grew on her round lips. “Nes?”

“Remote override. But Mission Control can remotely pilot the ship.”

“You can’t disable it?”

“No, I can. I’d have to disable remote override on each control, which is tricky – I’d have to jump over a lot of code-“

“Just so everyone knows, Faliq’s hacker handle was ‘Mrs. Robot’ all through high school,” Elide cut in, cackling as Nesryn shot her a dirty look and then continued, daring anyone else to laugh.

“Lochan is a liar. And should keep our conversations private.” She paused. “I can do it.”

“This has to be unanimous. If anyone says no, we go home as planned.” Lorcan tapped the table, emphasizing his point, “But I vote yes.”

“I vote yes,” Fenrys said, drumming his fingers on the table.

Elide mused aloud, her face growing sad, “If we do this, it will be over nine hundred days of space travel. That’s enough space to last a lifetime.” She smiled at Lorcan as he rested his hand on her thigh and traced soothing circles with his thumb, not looking at anyone else as she said, “Yes.”

“Let’s go get our girl,” said Rowan, a glimmer of a smile on his lips.

And then there was one.

“Faliq?”

+*+*+*+*+*+*

“Flight, CAPCOM.”

“Go CAPCOM.”

“Unscheduled status update from The Lani.”

“Roger. Read it out,” the night shift was much quieter than the day. Usually.

“It’s… just a single sentence, sir.”

“What? What’s it say?”

“Um… it says: ‘Perranth, be advised: Luca Scéalaí is one steely-eyed missile man.”

“Who is Luca Scéalaí?”

Alarms rang out around Mission Control. “Uh… Flight, Guidance.”

“Go Guidance.”

“The Lani is off course.”

That had him sitting up straighter in his chair and he leaned forward, “CAPCOM, tell Lani they’re drifting. Guidance, get a correction ready-“

“Negative Flight. They’ve adjusted course. Deliberate rotation.”

“What the hell? CAPCOM, ask Lani ‘what the hell’.”

“Roger Flight.”

“Guidance, calculate how long they can stay their course before it’s irreversible and someone figure out who in Hellas’ realm is Luca Scéalaí!”

+*+*+*+*+*+*

Manon entered Weylan’s office and he made her wait as he stayed staring out the window.

“Asterin will go to the media and tell them of TNSB’s decision to reroute The Lani to Farnor.”

“Seems like a smart move,” she said mildly, picking at her nails. “Is there a reason you called me in here?”

“You may have killed the whole crew.”

“Whoever sent that to them only passed along information that was their right in the first place. The crew decided to switch course.”

Weylan turned to her, his face red with fury as he hissed, “We are fighting the same war, Manon! Every time something goes wrong, the world forgets why we fly. I am trying to keep us airborne, this whole program, the reason everyone here gets up and goes to work every day is bigger than one girl!”

“She is not a girl. She is a grown woman; how dare you belittle her right now? Aelin Galathynius is braver than anyone on any planet. No one in this agency is not better or bigger than her,” Manon answered, her voice dripping with cool condescension for her boss. “Especially not you.”

He straightened. “Once this is over, I expect your resignation.”

She just laughed coldly, “Yeah, we’ll see about that, won’t we, Weylan?”

“Get out of my sight.”

“Sure thing, boss.”

+*+*+*+*+*+*

“Five hundred and thirty-three days extra? And you said yes to this?”

Fenrys was attempting to placate his wife’s rage through the computer, but he remained unapologetic, “I did. She would’ve done the same for me, Mia, you know that.”

Nehemia scowled at him and traced a hand over her swollen stomach, “You really think I am going to forgive you for this and knocking me up with your demon spawn before you left for a year and a half?”

Fenrys grinned at her, “I do. Look at this face, no one can stay mad at me for long.” His grin was blinding and Nehemia sighed, pressing her lips together to suppress her grin. The smile won and Fenrys’ only grew wider, “There she is.” He didn’t think he liked anything more than seeing Nehemia smile like that at him.

Nehemia lifted her hand to the screen and he mirrored her. “Bring her home.”

+*+*+*+*+*+*

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jackiejacks923 · 4 years

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NYE

Summary: Just a NYE wedding…that’s all….

Pairing: Shownu x reader

A/N: HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!!! Wishing you all the best of everything this life can offer in this new year. This is just a little piece that @prettywordsyouleft had put in my head and said I should write. I hope you enjoy!

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New Year’s Eve. A day that was celebrated in so many different ways in your life. In your youth, you remembered it as an excuse to stay up way past your bedtime to make as much noise as possible to ring in the new year. In your teenage years, you experienced that first New Year’s kiss with the boy that would eventually break your heart, which would lead to many New Year’s Eves you would spend on your own in your pajamas.

Until that fateful New Year’s Eve when your BFFs dragged you out of your funk to set you up on a blind date with their significant others’ friend, Hyunwoo. It was awkward at first, but his gentleman-like tendencies had you warming up to him and attempting to draw him out of his shell. When the countdown started and couples began to kiss at the stroke of midnight around you, you looked up at him smiling, still contemplating if you should or shouldn’t. His lips then met yours as you were still lost in your thoughts and you felt that zing. A zing that would change you forever. A zing that he felt, as well, that told him he wanted to be the only man you kiss ever again.

That zing was the reason he stayed by your side every day since that day. After two Christmases spent together, he popped the question to be by your side forevermore. And here you were a year after his Christmas proposal on New Year’s Eve, your wedding day, hours before the countdown.

You both wanted a simple beach wedding, but in order for that to happen in the winter, you had to plan for a destination wedding. That is how you found yourselves in separate hotel rooms in Hawaii with only a handful of family and the closest friends joining you in celebrating your nuptials. Your guests were currently enjoying dinner and music underneath a canopy on the beach as the cool, salty ocean breeze blew around them before the actual ceremony. Dinner for you and your groom were served in your respective quarters with your wedding party accompanying each of you.

Your hair had been did and make-up done. You stared at your wedding present to your future husband in your hand with your personal note while pictures were being taken to capture the memories being made this night. Like the time this watch keeps, as is my love for you…everlasting, your note read. You handed off your gift to your maids of honor, Tani & Chelle, to deliver to your groom.

“Thank you,” you expressed to them as you smiled brightly. At that same moment, there was a knock on the hotel door. Tani answered it and discovered Hyunwoo’s best men, who also happened to be her and Chelle’s husbands, Hoseok and Kihyun, there with a delivery of their own. They each greeted their wives with a kiss as they entered the room.

“You look amazing, Y/N,” Hoseok commented as he walked over to give you a hug.

“Here, this is from Hyunwoo,” Kihyun said as he handed you the tiny box he had in his hands. You opened it to discover a beautiful diamond star necklace with a blue sapphire in the center. Hoseok handed you an envelope and with that, they took their cue to exit and accompany Tani & Chelle on their delivery mission to Hyunwoo, as well as to check that everything is going well at the pre-reception party.

You opened the envelope and inside you found a note with Hyunwoo’s handwriting. Like this star you continue to be the light that shines brightly in my life, lighting up even the darkest of corners. I can’t wait to start my forever with you. You smiled as you placed the note back and pulled the necklace out of the box as you placed it around your neck to wear. It was the perfect “something blue” you needed.

You took a picture of the necklace around your neck and sent it to Hyunwoo. Thank you! It’s perfect ❤.

Moments later your phone pinged. It looks beautiful on you. I love the watch. I’m wearing it tonight too ❤. A pic of his wrist adorned with the watch and his hand throwing up the thumbs-up sign followed shortly after.

You smiled at your phone. Honey, I’m nervous 🙁 I need a hug right now.

Shall we ignore superstition? I’ll be there in one second if you want.

I think maybe we should’ve just eloped.

I would’ve been OK with doing that, too. Shall I go get a taxi for the airport?

But everybody spent money to get here to celebrate with us.

Baby, I’m sure they’ll forgive us…eventually. So long as you’re happy and I grow old with you, it doesn’t matter to me.

I’m just being impatient. I haven’t seen you all day.

I miss you too 😘

You and Hyunwoo texted back and forth talking about everything under the sun to pass the hours away as you both waited to be reunited. It was one of his super powers you knew he had. He was always able to calm you down when things started to get overwhelming for you.

Tani & Chelle returned from checking on the guests.

“Y/N, are you ready? It’s time!” Tani stated excitedly. You nodded with a smile.

The girls are back. It’s time! I’ll see you soon. You quickly texted Hyunwoo.

I’ll be the one in the suit that can’t stop smiling 😁.

I’ll be the one in white trying not to run down the aisle ❤.

You placed your phone on the table in the room as Chelle handed you your bouquet and your two BFFs assisted you as you made your way to your waiting groom.

You had timed it just right. 30 minutes before the stroke of midnight the wedding march to start the ceremony began. Hyunwoo made his entrance first looking sharp in his white and black suit with Hoseok and Kihyun following behind him in their matching white suits with rose gold accents. Then entered the ring bearer, Chelle and Kihyun’s son, in a suit matching his father’s with a serious face as he focused on balancing the rings on the white satin pillow. Following him came the flower girl, Tani and Hoseok’s daughter, smiling in her blush pink dress adorned with white flower accents as she tossed flower petals like she practiced for so many weeks. Tani and Chelle then made their entrance side by side in their pink and white floral dresses.

The music then started to cue your entrance. You opted out of the traditional Here Comes the Bride song that every bride had walked down the aisle to. Hyunwoo’s friend, Minhyuk, had so kindly agreed to sing as you walked to your future husband. As he sang The Rest of My Life, you focused on Hyunwoo and tried not to cry. You have never seen a smile so big on his face than you did on this night. It made you smile just as brightly. You couldn’t help but thank your two lucky angels that were at their designated spots to stand beside you as you took each step forward to the happiest chapter of your life. As you continued on your journey down that, what felt like a never ending aisle, it truly felt like it was just you and him in the world at that moment. Nothing else mattered, but trying to reach him. You weren’t lying about wanting to run to him when you texted him, but you had to keep that cursed pace to the music.

As Minhyuk ended the chorus, you finally reached Hyunwoo. He took your hand in his and as you looked up at his smiling face, you noticed a stray tear on his cheek. You smiled up at him as you wiped it off his cheek with your thumb, your own tears threatening to spill over, but you willed them back in their places.

The ceremony began with the blowing of the conch by the wedding officiant…you are in Hawaii, after all.

20 minutes to go as time continued to count down…

The officiant continued with his opening speech and then a reading of the excerpt from Plato’s Symposium, the myth and theory of love and soulmates that you’ve always held dear.

10 minutes to go…

You and Hyunwoo then exchanged your vows and “I do”s to be forever faithful, to be each other’s support, to be a constant friend, and to always love each other through the good and bad.

5 more minutes…

You both then exchanged wedding bands engraved on the inside with your special date.

3 more minutes…

The officiant then began his closing remarks of well wishes to the newlyweds and as he looked at his watch, he signaled the guests of the 1 minute mark.

Guests then readied themselves with the supplied confetti poppers. Kihyun and Hoseok made their way to their wives and children, holding them close as they anticipated the seconds. You looked up at Hyunwoo, tears of happiness now spilling from your eyes as he smiled back down at you.

“By the power vested in me,” your officiant stated.

“10 - 9 - 8 - 7…” your family and friends all chanted simultaneously in the background.

“I now pronounce you man and wife,” the officiant concluded.

“6 - 5 - 4 - 3 - 2…” the countdown continued.

“You may now kiss the bride!” he announced.

“1!” everybody screamed and yelled and cheered and set off the poppers.

Hyunwoo took you in his arms and kissed you right at the stroke of midnight memorializing the start of the new year as husband and wife. All those around you shared kisses with their partners and loved ones, but you were oblivious to it. The world around you disappeared from view and it was just you and him as you wrapped your arms around his neck as he continued to kiss you and pulled him in closer. And just like the many New Year’s Eve kisses of the past that you shared with him, the fateful zing was ever so present.

#new year new fic #a zing only happens once in your life #the rest of my life

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ogcassiopeia · 4 years

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M+M Answers Kpop Questions

1. Which group have you thought about stanning, but never seem to get around to it?

I’ve essentially only ever stanned TVXQ and never deviated from that but I could totally see myself stanning Shinee or Monsta X.

2. Do you have any irl friends that like kpop?

It depends on what you mean by irl. As of right now, I only have one irl friend, who lives in Canada, that enjoys kpop as much as I do. We met back in the early 2000s when both her and I were massively into TVXQ. She moved on to stanning BTS after TVXQ broke up but she still loves TVXQ and we talk about kpop and other life happenings often. The kpop friend I had here physically in my town with me eventually moved to a different city and we lost contact a few years ago. I am not even sure if she still enjoys kpop or not.

3. How old were you when you first got into kpop?

Oh gosh…I think I was 13 at the time.

4. What song(s) took you a while to warm up to?

A lot of f(x)’s earlier stuff like Nu Abo and Chu as at the time when they came out I found them to be grating and irritating. Most girl group songs take me a while to get into since I am more of a boy group kind of kpop fan.

5. Have you ever disliked a group/idol? If so, why? (You don’t have to say who it is if you’re scared of getting hate).

I wouldn’t say I dislike or hate a lot of kpop singers/groups but I would say I am either just not a fan of their personalities and/or their work. For girl groups, I especially am not a fan of BlackPink, Red Velvet or Girls Generation. I like one of two of their songs, but I find their voices irritating and feel like their talents are limited. I do feel this way about some boy bands too…but the one I do not care for is one that I may regret speaking ill of due to their fanbase.

6. What annoys you the most about kpop?

As of right now, it would be the fans. There seems to be constant harassment of people, celebrities or other fans who have differing opinions. Just let people like who they like and hate who they hate. What does it matter if they don’t agree with you? If you like the boy group/girl group/solo singer GREAT...leave it at that. You don’t need to harass or bully someone else into liking your faves.

7. What do you love the most about kpop?

The music. It brings diversity and color into my consumed media and it’s just generally enjoyable pop music fluff that I do not get from American media.

8. Do you only listen to kpop?

Nope. I listen to all kinds of music outside of kpop.

9. Who are you favorite western artists (if you have any)?

Paperwhite, The Band CAMINO, The 1975, Bad Suns, Lennon Stella, LEON, ASTR, Ralph, The Midnight

10. How long have you been into kpop?

Since 2003…so it’s been a while…17 years or so. (P.S. I am old and boring.)

11. What music did you used to listen to before getting into kpop?

Mostly American pop music, J-pop, J-rock and indie-pop.

12. What fandom(s) were you in before getting into kpop? Are you still in them?

I was super into anime and manga back then…I was a part of the Sailor Moon fandom and I still love me some Sailor Moon. I also really loved the Backstreet Boys and still do…I am going to their concert in August (as long as it doesn’t get cancelled due to coronavirus)!

13. Which group did you used to think was overrated but ended up loving?

Shinee

14. Is there a kpop song that annoys you? If so, which one?

Uhm…there are a lot of them. Some of the songs I find annoying are: I’ve Got A Boy + Oh! + Kissing You – Girls Generation, I Don’t Know What To Do – BlackPink, Everyday – WINNER, Snapping – Chungha, Dog and Cat – TXT, Seventh Sense - NCT (I am sorry to all of you who may love those songs)

15. What aspects of kpop make you cringe/feel secondhand embarrassment?

The Aegyo and overly cutesy, child-like concepts that girl groups always seem to have to participate in. Even though I know it comes from cultural differences in sexual attractiveness (I lived in Japan for years...I’ve seen it first hand), it still just creeps me out. I don’t like it in J-pop either, btw.

16. Which concepts do you love?

I LOVE dark, sexy, horror-like concepts that have been used by groups like VIXX and Dreamcatcher. I also love slick, retro themed songs based in the swing/jazz age (Something or Spellbound – TVXQ) or 80s nostalgia (I Feel You – The Wonder Girls).

17. Which concepts do you hate?

Anything overly aegyo or cutesy.

18. If you could trade places with an idol, who would it be?

I would totally love to be in Shim Changmin’s shoes….being part of an idol group considered gods in the kpop realm.

19. What do you look for in a bias?

(1) Intelligence, (2) Sassy/Funny, (3) Honest, (4) Hardworking, (5) Talented, (6) Humble

20. Which kpop company do you hate the most?

Cube or Pledis

21. What are you opinions on shipping?

It’s fine as long as fans don’t push participation of it onto the idols they’re shipping.

22. How did you get into kpop?

I saw a Kpop Countdown show on cable TV back in 2003 where they showed BoA and TVXQ and I was hooked instantly.

23. Has anyone ever made fun of you or looked at you weird for liking kpop?

I mean, yes…1000x yes, I was made fun of for loving kpop all the time. Once again, I got into kpop in 2003 y’all….which was before the internet was easily accessible in my home so I felt like the only person in America who liked kpop at the time. Not even my closest friends were into it and they felt like I was just a massive weirdo for loving it as much as I did. Thankfully, I found a community online of international kpop enthusiasts like myself to talk to in around 2005 (since I finally was able to save up for a bulky ass laptop) and that helped me feel less alone and bullied.

24. What is the cringiest thing you did when you were starting to get into kpop?

By the time kpop came into my life, I was already a set up Weeaboo, so…really I just became a deeper version of that…I was like an embarrassing kaiju cultural appropriation combo of Weeaboo and Koreaboo. I would make my own tshirts for TVXQ and just wear them out and about. They were SO BADLY MADE because I had no idea what I was doing but I thought I was so smart and stylish at the time. I also made CDs of Jpop and Kpop for people around school to hand out at lunch...I cringe just thinking about it.

25. How long does it take you to learn the names of each member in a group?

I’ve stopped learning members names nowadays LOL…I am too old for that shit and just don’t care enough anymore. (For past reference though, it took me about one week to remember all of TVXQ.)

26. Are you a gg, bg, or middle/coed stan?

Boy group stan

27. If you could hang out with one idol, who would you hang out with?

Shim Changmin of TVXQ….he’s my forever bias and I wanna hang out with his puppies and have a meal with him...ask him what he wants to do with the rest of his life once idol-dom is over.

28. Who is the bias to your third favorite group?

I guess that would be Monsta X so…uhm…it was Wonho but apparently, he isn’t in the group anymore…

29. What name from your native language would you give your ult bias?

What would I name Changmin in English? He already has a stage name that’s in English, which is Max. I am not sure what this question is asking LOL (also, who the fuck still calls Changmin, Max? I thought we dropped that shit back in 2006.)

30. Thought on fanfiction/AUs/etc?

I think it is great and gets fans to think more creatively and figure out where their talents lay! I used to write a lot of JaeMin and HoMin fanfiction back in the day…now I write mostly Destiel (Dean and Castiel from Supernatural) fanfiction.

#about me #personal #about mochi and matcha #kpop questions #get to know mochi and matcha #no one cares #if you read this...good on you #welcome to my brain...its full of tvxq and chocolate chip cookies

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smolbeandrabbles · 4 years

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Under The Weather - Ralph Anderson x Reader (The Outsider)

May I present to you, Ralph Anderson, Holiday Fic poster boy 🎄🎁

GIF Credit: X

Author’s Note: Time to kick off the holiday fics with this precious Boi. You know, despite everything, this man has a certain draw that makes me wanna write for him. And I must in turn be Fearless in the face of whatever January will bring me... I digress! I just suggest we all enjoy it 💜💙 Ben will ace this. Under The Weather - Chris Young Things you need to know before reading: Renee is back from Sure Be Cool...

Disclaimer: As usual, this is all Stephen King’s work - I am simply humbled to write for his characters... / Lyrics not mine

Premise: Despite your partner being a clear workaholic, the last place either of you really want to be on Christmas Eve is the station. Ralph thinks he’s got a good reason, you beg to differ - considering who is waiting at home for you both...

Words: 2902

Warnings: Fluff!

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Right there in the living room is our little lit-up tree We haven't even started wrapping hardly anything There's only one thing I need, yeah and you can bet Me being wrapped up with you is the best present I could get

Carols comin' through the radio People saying stay off the roads Kissin' you under the mistletoe That's a reason to stay at home

I waited for this all year long Something about turning on Christmas lights for the first time Watchin' them shine in your eyes

Baby it's cold outside, you and I gotta go no where I could start a fire lay beside you all night right here The snow's comin' down and it won't be the only thing falling So let's stay here together under the weather ---

You sat at your desk staring at your partner, tapping your pencil against your note book. You were practically finished, but he was still sat frantically typing away on his computer. You glanced to the clock – everyone would probably be heading out soon. Which this morning had been the idea; clock out early, do the last-minute shopping – you knew it would be in a rush, but you had always been a late kinda gal – and then get home and hopefully not have to worry about anything for the next few days. Then of course things had come in over the day, and Ralph was still working on them. You’d offered your assistance on occasion, but he hadn’t wanted to bother you with any of this right before Christmas. When you insisted, he begrudgingly gave you things to do, but you had long since finished. And still there he was. You pushed your chair out and approached his desk; “Babe…” “Not until I’m finished.” You huffed; “It’s Christmas Eve!” “And this is still our working environment, detective…” His eyes flicked up to you, “What?” “…Please will you just let me help you.” He shook his head, and you knew it was useless; “No.” “Ralph!” You folded your arms across your chest and you both gave each other hard looks, in an attempt to test who would buckle first. He did. “Fine…” He sighed – pushing a stack of folders towards you, “Please could you re-file these for me?” “That’s it?” “Yes.” Your eyes flicked to his computer, and he defensively covered the screen “Don’t you worry about this, go do as I ask!” “But R-” “Go.” You sighed, pulling the files off his desk and taking them over to the cabinet. The bustling outside in the corridor and break room had already started, and you could hear everyone talking excitedly about their Christmas plans. You turned back to watch him write something else down, and tack a post-it note to his computer, then you turned back to the noise. “You can go home, Y/N…” You looked back to him, frowning, that wouldn’t really work - “We have one car, Ralph.” “I’ll get a cab.” “I’m not leaving you!” He sighed, too stubborn for your own good too. “…Finish your filing.” As you slotted the final file into place, joyful giggling filled the corridor outside your doorway; “Ralph! Y/N! Goodnight! Happy Holidays! Enjoy!” You poked your head out into the corridor; “Thank you! And to you-! Enjoy yourselves!” “Thank you--!” Ralph’s voice floated out after yours, and he slammed another folder down onto his desk. The look on your face clearly said are you kidding!? He watched you for a moment, hands on your hips, your stance of choice – feet firmly planted, slightly tilted with your head following the curve of your body. And a smile crept across his face; “Last one, I promise. And this is just skim checking for something… sit down…” He indicated to the chair in front of his desk. You sat opposite him, biting your lip gently and looked back to the clock; “Clock watching will not make me move faster…” But he smiled – blue eyes skimming page after page until he found what he was looking for, then he looked curiously back to you; “You wanna go shopping?” “…It’s getting on a bit.” “Why are you so late?” “Ralph…” You smiled gently; “I’m always late. Socially.” “Huh-! I wouldn’t have noticed.” He turned back to his computer and started typing again, and for once you weren’t sure if he was being sarcastic “…Where do you wanna go, we can make the rounds – but I am not going anywhere other than specific shops.” “I got a list!” “So you’re prepared…” “Mmmm.” “Okay.” There was silence for a few minutes “We’re going for an hour tops. I’m not missing any more of that kid on Christmas Eve than I have to.” You opened your mouth, decided against it and leant back in your seat. He says. Working. You continued like this for a little while longer – as he refiled that last folder and began to shut down. And Ralph noticed how your tone of voice brightened with every passing minute. There was shuffling in the corridor and the next thing you heard was Yune laughing; “You two are still here-!?!” Your look simply said ‘are you surprised?’ “You got a kid! Get home!” “Uh-! She’s not my kid!” Ralph pointed another piece of paper at him as he cleared his desk. “Technically she isn’t Y/N’s either – but we’re not splitting hairs!” Yune folded his arms and leant against the door frame; “Get home!” You sighed, crossing your legs and tipping back on the chair in a way that you knew would make Ralph scowl at you, and talk about workplace dangers whilst pushing it back; “I woulda about 2 hours ago.” Ralph rolled his eyes; “I’m trying to get done so I don’t need to work for a few days.” “You on call?” “No!” “Yeah.” You turned to your partner horrified; “REALLY!?!” He just gave a we’re not talking about this nod; “That’s the deal.” Yune was back laughing and had to take a deep breath “Okay. I wish I’d never asked. Now please, I implore you to get home.” “After she’s finished shopping we’ll get to it.” “Dios Mio – Y/N!” “EVERY SINGLE TIME YOU TWO ARE IN A ROOM TOGETHER I BECOME THE TARGET-!!” Ralph scoffed “That’s hardly true.” You shot him a look – in truth you probably all gave just as good as you got. But the two of them did like picking on you. You folded your arms, and Yune and yourself shared a significant look. “Well. I for one am going home… So…” He grinned “Please have a good Christmas both of you – and spoil that kid! From me!” “Goodnight Yune! Have a great Christmas!” “Thanks guys! Careful on the roads!” Ralph laughed, “You too!” You turned back to him, not aiming to be as whiny as you realised you were, “Can we go?” He gave you his best smile “Yes, Y/N… We can.” *** Previously… You threw the lights across the room to Ralph and he caught them expertly; “Nice one.” “Haven’t lost it just yet!” He gave a gentle wink, and threaded them neatly across the curtain poles, to match what you’d already done across the mantel piece. The both of you had decorated the tree earlier with Renée, but that had exhausted her, so now Ralph and yourself were finishing up the decorating, before switching all the lights in the house on. Apparently you’d decided to date an expert, because he’d spent the back half of this morning threading them through the landing and the bannisters. And it was neat and tasteful, and he made sure nothing was over the top. They were all the same soft white-yellow in this room, but there was nothing themed about the tree. Throughout the rest of the house Ralph had decided on multi-colours and you were happy to follow his lead. “What about your house?” “…Well, unless I’m not stopping here… I’ll put lights up. Later, darling.” “I can’t believe you wanna spend Christmas with us.” “Why wouldn’t I?” He gave a laugh, “You’re my girls. I’m coming over – unless you don’t want me.” You gave a tiny smile of your own; “We’re always gonna want you, babe!” So by the time you’d finished up and tidied everything away Renée was back awake and down stairs. “Hey--!!” Ralph picked her up as she ran to him; “Hey! Sweetheart-! Look! We’re about to turn on the lights!” You walked over to them slowly, “Well, Mr.Anderson. As it is your first Christmas with the family – I believe…” You handed him the master switch; “The honour should be all yours.” “Oh-! You don’t have to-” Renée gasped; “Ralph! You gotta! Please!” “Oh I-!” “Please!?” He looked back to you, knowing better than to argue with a five year old; “Ah..! Okay…” He took it in his free hand; “Countdown?” “OH yeah…” You whispered back with a wink. “Okay, but you two gotta count me in-! I can’t do this alone!” “5…4…3…2…1!” He flipped it – and one by one the lights flickered into life. Including on the tree. Renée’s eyes went wide – and she straightened up in his arms, fingers tightening around his arm and tangling in his shirt. And Ralph couldn’t help but smile looking at her, at the way the lights sparkled in her eyes. That was what Christmas was all about, at least for children. Magic – magic that at that age they believed was real. Magic that maybe was. Right now, Ralph wasn’t about to question that. And then you wrapped around him to, one arm threaded through his, your other rubbing his back affectionately – as you rested your head on his shoulder. And he smiled at that too – turning to kiss the top of your head. “I love you…” You looked up to him, with another delicate smile; “…I love you too…” *** You arrived home in less than an hour from when you had set out. “You sure you got everything?” “I got it all I promise.” “Bit late now – Because I am not going back out in that!” He’d grumbled enough tugging you from shop to shop on Christmas Eve evening, so you didn’t blame him for that one bit. “Thank you, for taking me…” You leant across and kissed his cheek. “Mmm… You’re welcome…” Ralph turned that from his cheek to his lips in no time, and it was a short, sweet kiss. “What was that for?” “I realise there is no mistletoe in your house. So, I’ll make my excuses.” He unbelted himself, “Now come on. Carla will want to get home too!” “Oh!” You folded your arms, still having not relinquished your seatbelt; “I didn’t realise I needed the aid of a mystical plant in order to receive kisses from you!” He hopped out of the car, laughing “Oh, no. It’s not you that needs it.” You gasped - throwing your seatbelt to one side; “ME!? You’re the one always talking about professionalism!!!” “We’re not at work here! We can be un-professional!” “So you think you need a mystical plant in order to receive kisses from me!?” You slammed the car door shut and stalked over to him. Ralph was still laughing “You gonna prove me wrong?!” “YES!!!” You pulled him by his coat collar - even though your energy seemed to say this kiss could be violent, it was soft and gentle. And you only let him go because he was still giggling; “What’s so funny?!” “You calling mistletoe a mystical plant.” You pushed him gently, “Shut up!!”

You opened the door, glad that you were finally home for Christmas, and that the temperature in here was cosy. Ralph lay the shopping bags down by the staircase, aware of how you were about to spend your evening. “We’re home!!” “MOMMY!!!” You heard Renée’s shriek of delight and then her running footsteps into the hall. “Hey sweetheart!” You picked her up, and cuddled her close as a second set of footsteps joined you. “Ralph! Y/N! How was work-!” “Ah, same old...” Ralph gave a shrug like he hadn’t made you painfully wait for him for hours, “better hope you’ve done all your Christmas shopping Carla, town is hell!” “Oh!” She laughed “A little late-!” “Not me!” He pointed to you and you huffed. “Thank you for waiting...” “Oh! No problem! She’s an angel!” “Mmm!” Ralph smiled in agreement “You spending Christmas at home, Carla?” You let Renée gently to the floor, but the first thing she did was run to grab Ralph’s legs. “Yeah! It’s nice to be home for a change too...” You collected her payment and little gift you had put together, not late on this one!, and called Renée back to you - who as usual was reluctant to leave the safety of your partner. You knew how she felt. You handed your daughter the gifts and sent her back to Carla; “Oh! Sweetheart! Thank you..!” Renée hugged her gently, and for a moment you and Ralph shared the same smile. “Have a great Christmas with your family..!” Carla beamed, hugging the both of you two “Thank you!” “Go on! Get home safe! Enjoy your Christmas Eve evening!” “Thank you!! And you three also!”

The first thing Ralph did was remove his watch and place it on the highest kitchen shelf; You watched in (confused) curiosity; “What... are you...?” “It’s Christmas therefore time has no construct!” You had to laugh at him then; “And yet mistletoe isn’t a mystical plant!” “I never said that! I laughed at you for calling it one!” You shook your head at him and went to cuddle your daughter, who was back intently watching programs on the TV - she’d upgraded a little since Ralph had been around - and now she wanted to watch the kind of educational programs he liked watching - she was far more interested in the animals than the actual program itself but... it made you happy that she had his influence in her Iife. You both needed that. You pulled her onto your lap and tucked her stray hair back - kissing to top of her head gently.

Eventually Ralph cleared his throat; “Oi! You! Dinner time!” You tilted your head back - Ralph wasn’t exactly an expert chef, but he tried his best on occasion. And tonight, he was at his best. “Okaaay...” you slid Renée back onto the sofa and instead of sitting opposite him, sat next to him to watch her. He took your hand gently in his and did the same thing; “You gonna be wrapping presents all night?” “Not all night. I wrap fast.” “Okay... you go do that, I got her... I’ll get her ready and put her to bed...” “Thank you...” “Don’t mention it...” He beamed “...she’s a good kid.” “Yeah, for you maybe.” “Well... I guess once I stop being the new thing, she won’t be.” “I dunno...” you leant on your hand for a minute, “Maybe she was always a daddy’s girl. We just won’t ever know...” There was a silence that made you look back to him, and the gentle burn making its way across his cheeks “...Yeah... maybe she was...” You shook your head at him slowly, thinking that you could probably fathom what was going on in his brain... Wishing that maybe you knew for sure, that he would say it out loud. Maybe eventually he would. Maybe as careful as Ralph was, he didn’t want to wish on it too hard…

So Ralph did just that, and when you had finally finished, Renée was tucked up in bed and he was reading to her quietly. You smiled, not eager to interrupt, and stood against the door frame listening to him. He was reading one of her favourites, you realised - and expertly at that. Upon finishing the tale he closed the book gently, and kissed her forehead; “Now you better get to sleep, else Santa won’t arrive on time!” She made a gentle gasp of fear and drew the blankets up around herself, making you giggle. He looked up to you with a little wink “Isn’t that right?” “Oh yeah...” you wandered in to also kiss her goodnight. “Goodnight darling, sleep well. And listen to Ralph - he knows what he’s talking about!” “I love you mommy...” she already sounded sleepy “I love you too, sweetheart...” “I love you Ralphie...” Occasionally she would nickname him as such, but you’d already received some vivid death threats at even thinking to repeat it. You figured you’d rather not figure out if a homicide detective could just be joking about such things. He chucked “I love you too. Sleep well, Renée...”

Ralph turned out her light and you both walked from the room. He still eyed you wearily. “Stop it!” “I’m not saying anything!” “You’re thinking it! Stop!” Ralphie…! Yeah he knew the nuances of every smile on your face alright. “She gets away with it!” “She’s 5! She can call me what she likes!” “What about when she starts calling you daddy?” Even though you were positive he’d been thinking it earlier, you still caught him off guard, and that same blush rose; he stuttered for a moment - “Well. Until then, I like Ralph...” “Ah, so you won’t rule it out?” If you had caught onto anything at all, your partner wasn’t letting on. His mouth pressed into a line that made him look like he was trying desperately hard not to smile, or wish it too hard - but Ralph didn’t answer you, he just shook his head. You were amused, looking back to the door and then to him; “You’re good with her.” “So you say...” “No but really good Ralph...” “Yeah... so you say...” He wound an arm around you; kissing your hair gently, and you linked your hand with his. “Now, whilst we wait for her to fall asleep... I do believe there are some Christmas cookies downstairs that will need eating.” “Oh? You don’t say! Did you pick good ones!?” You looked up at him curiously, so he smiled - kissing you gently, as he laced his fingers with your other hand too; “Oh! Only the best!”

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The first Christmas fic is done! 🎉🎅 So, he’s not even out and I’ve written for Ralph three times!? I can only imagine where this will go when he’s on my screen weekly...

@dennismitchell @happyskywhale @wltz-bby #MendoTagSquad.

#I have so many ideas for you...#Babe...#You are just a babe...#On recent revelations I realise that this story might actually all intersect with show canon and I will die #Harmony #93 #Anderson and Andersson Detective Co.#The Outsider #Ralph Anderson #Ben Mendelsohn #This is determined to be a rollarcoaster ride from announcement to last scene of last episode with me so...#If you see a lot of love/hate posts #I apologise!#Linzi Writes #Mendo Christmas Fics #This is kinda sad because I partly named Renee after Rene Auberjonois and he passed away on Sunday... :(#So it's also a fitting fic to post tonight #I love this little family so much #I have stupid wedding / proposal fic ideas please stop me...

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mleighlikes · 4 years

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M’L Instants #28 ~ 2019 Holiday Bunch :)

Hey Inter World, I hope you’ve enjoyed these posts of my Instant poems from my main blog mleighsquickspot this year. I very much look forward to doing more in 2020. So please do check out these and any other of my works, have a blessed day. Also check out exclusive pieces on my Patreon. Or look me up on Instagram, Twitter or Facebook :)

SilverGold…

See the patterns in the night

Twinkling lights dance upon the surface

Candles illuminate the scene, shadows try to keep things dim

Take on a silver hew, the world becomes tencel, strings of decorations fall

Bring out the golden glow, the light shining, the eye’s bright as they see such beauty

Silver crystals frozen to outside glass window panes

Golden warmth in the heart, for this time of year has come once again…

TreeLights…

Watch them shimmer and shine

Takes effort to get the blinking patterns just right

First to be placed on a waiting tree

The foundation for decorating makeup

Watch them change from red to green to gold and blue

As if alive, they dance in circles around the evergreen branches

Every twilight until the new coming of the dawn

A season given meaning, given purpose to remind us to also shine on…

Decorate…

Pull out the boxes, blow the dust away

They get to see the light again, these treasures placed away each year

Some are so old, bringing back so many memories

Other’s stand newer, representing recent snow covered frosted day’s

Gifts to be shared I display, touch it not, you break it you pay for it

Question the methods of storage due to past encounter’s, why is that there

Pick up each piece and place it with care

When you’re done look all around

You’ve made your own wonderland again this year…

I wonder if Frosty or Santa Claus will be coming to my town…

WithoutRibbons…

Nothing strimming down

Nothing tied in a know

No bows to be seen

Nothing to keep it secure

Placed up above

Placed down underneath

Just a regular item

Left sitting at my feet

On such a day, we need the shine

The strings that flow for miles

Tie me up, place a bow

Make the gift say something, written in sparkling show…

WithoutTags…

Where are they, hidden from view

I need to sign my name

This one’s for Mom and this one’s for Dad

This one’s for that silly guy I the plad

Now who are these for again, dang I forgot

To much office work this season, my brains in a knot…

Here tag’s, here taggy taggy I call in vain

Well just have to mark my gifts another way…

Can’t leave them plain

WithoutPackages…

Gifts wrapped, tied up with ribbons, tencel, and string

Placed under the tree, in the stockings and by the fire place with love and care

Keep them guessing what do they possibly have waiting for them on Christmas Day

Hold the shape, don’t give it away

Harder to keep holiday secrets with out four or more sturdy corner’s

So many boxes, bags, bows all around

Eyes wide due to all the glittering hues

Keep them wondering, filling their dreams at night

The big box I the back was for me right…

Cookie’s & Milk…

Treats left out for ole St. Nick

Sweet treats fuel for the frosted mind

From home to home they roam a jolly fellow with sleigh in tole

Magic down each chimely covered I silver and gold

Wiggle the ears tickle the noise

Spreading Christmas joy wherever he goes

From the start of his time, and forever still

Good girls and boys remember to thank old Santa with cookies and milk

Hanging Stockings…

Buy the mantel

Over the crackling fire place

Hung with care

Initials places on each

Have to remember all in the family

Scenes knitted, woven within

Snowmen, rain deer and a jolly old elf

Placed within, candy’s, and small treats not meant to be under a tree

A child’s eyes light up, as an adults does as well in remembrance

Joy in a sock, red and green

Placed on the mantel, over a fire place cracking with glee

SugarPlums…

Those Christmas fruits left to dance in your head

Dream of a morning spent around the tree

Opening long awaited gifts, wrapped in good and love

Covered in beautiful bows and tags

Think of figs, cookies and cakes

Nog left, enough to go around

Sing Carol’s, carve the roast beast, toast with family and friends the holidays are here

The day soon done, gone to fast

Playing in the snow, leads to warm coca in steaming mugs

Return to bed in time, you begin to dream

Sugar plums dance in your head, a beautiful lingering sweet

CountDown…

The hours, minutes, seconds pass

Get ready a change is coming

From one moment in time to another

We take such things for granted

New time is fresh and untainted

Seen through new eye’s, so many possibilities

Count them down, time of one phase is coming to a close

Take in the new, let go of the old, the chimes of a new midnight will show you the way

Resolution…

Resolve to let go

To be free from what has been

Look now only to the future

Let not the past control you

Let go of the unworthy

The unwilling, the inability

Make your lists, check them twice

Throw them away, all you need is strength of will and sound of mind

2020…

5, 4, 3, 2, 1…

Happy New Year, is what you’ll say at the chime of midnight

What for you will really change though

As you end your festivities and climb into bed, for what will you dream

When the sun rises before your eyes in the morning, will you look at the world anew

As you make your way through your daily routine, what will you do

Change from within and bring what you wish for to come to life

A new year greets you, but will a new you dare to greet it back

Look with hope, feel your dreams, let a new start truly embrace you

Let a new day rise and set with joy and anticipation for tomorrow…

Let me know what you think and pass the thought along.

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writingfortoomanyfandoms · 5 years

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Countdown

Pairing: Joe Mazzello x Reader

Summary: He goes back to America, leaving her in London for her job

Requested: No

Warnings: Swearing, long distance relationship, fuck ton of fluff

A/N: Heya so this is my first time writing for Joe!! I had a lot of fun writing for him and I want to write more for him so let me know what you think and if you have any requests for either Joe or any of the other BoRhap boys then let me know because I’d love to write them! Please also remember to leave comments and reblog, I love hearing what you guys have to say about my writing!

The airport was somehow meant to be the easiest part. Seeing Joe with bags in his hands and a small smile on his face, tears shining unshed in his eyes, Y/N failed to understand how that could possibly be true.

If saying goodbye would be the easiest part then how hard would the rest be?

“It’s kind of cruelly ironic that it was our jobs that brought us together and gave me the best year of my life but it’s also our jobs that our pulling us apart,” Y/N commented with a watery smile. The comment tore a laugh from Joe’s throat and he shook his head.

“Cruelly ironic or just cruel?” He asked before stepping forwards and collapsing into her arms, burrying his face in her neck and breathing in her scent, trying to remember every little detail about her.

“Distance makes the heart grow fonder,” She whispered. Joe blinked rapidly, not wanting to cry.

“Stop being so damn poetic,” he demanded through a laugh, releasing her from his grip just in time to see the first of her tears spill.

“I’m sorry I took the job,” Joe was already shaking his head before she even got the chance to finish her sentence.

“You’re a wonderful, wonderful writer and you’re needed here, to write your next masterpiece and create the best bloody film anyone has ever seen,” he paused, hands reaching up to gently wipe the tears from her cheeks, fingers tender as he cupped her chin, “except for Bohemian Rhapsody, of course,” Y/N laughed at that, the sound wet and sniffly but happy nonetheless as she lent into his touch, blinking up at him, the man she loved.

“Oh yeah, of course,” she agreed, moving to hide her face in Joe’s chest to hide the tears that would not stop coming. “Promise to call me when you arrive?” She mumbled into his chest. She felt Joe pressing a tender kiss against the top of her head and she let out a sigh.

“Of course, darling,” Joe promised, his arms wrapping tightly around her waist as he squeezed her to him. “To be honest, I’m going to spend so long calling you that you’re going to regret telling me to,” Y/N let out another sad laugh.

“I’d never regret that,”

“Is that a challenge?” Joe asked and she could tell he had one eyebrow raised cockily. Though sadness still laced his tone and his blinks were becoming more rapid.

He wasn’t going to cry in front of the paparazzi, in front of his friends, in public. Or in front of Y/N. He knew that if Y/N saw him starting to cry then that would be her gone as well and she would insist on dropping the job she had landed herself in London and take him up on his offer to move in with him.

Joe didn’t want that for her. He wanted her to have the best she could and, right now, her best chances were to be found in London.

“I’m going to really bloody miss you,” he whispered. Y/N pulled back and gave him a watery smile.

“At least you’ve got Ben Cardy,” she responded quietly and Joe laughed, shaking his head sadly before placing a soft kiss to her lips.

“Ben Cardy’s got nothing on you, my love,”

“That’s the most romantic thing you’ve ever said to me,” she replied, eyes crinkling with her grin and Joe thought she looked like an angel.

“Joe, buddy, we need to go,” their moment was broken by Rami’s voice. The actor looked sadly at the couple and Y/N let go of Joe just long enough to hug her friend farewell.

“I had a lot of fun working with you, Rami, have a safe flight back,” she said and Rami smiled, hugging Y/N tightly for a moment before letting go and placing a kiss on her cheek.

“I can’t think of anyone I would have rather have write the script than you - I’ll look after him for you, don’t worry,” Rami lowered his voice into a playful whisper at the second part and Y/N laughed, nodding.

“Thanks,”

“I’ll just be through in a moment,” Joe said to Rami, putting his arms around Y/N’s waist and pulling her back to her body. Rami nodded, turning away from the couple and Y/N span around in his arms to cup his face in her hands.

“We’ll be okay,” she said and Joe nodded, kissing her quickly.

“Course we will. When aren’t we?” Y/N smiled at his words.

“I love you,” she said quietly, as though it was a secret and despite having heard the three words coming from her many times they still inspired a huge smile to break across his face.

“I love you too,” he whispered back before closing the distance between them to kiss her passionately, never wanting to let her go. “It’s not that long before we see each other again, realistically,” he said as soon as they broke apart and Y/N nodded.

“Counting down the days already,” she assured.

“Text me your countdown?” he asked, quirking an eyebrow with a grin.

“Of course,” she laughed.

“And you’ll look after Gwil for me - he gets whiny when he doesn’t get enough attention,” Joe warned. Y/N rolled her eyes at her boyfriend, kissing him quickly.

“I’ll make sure he doesn’t miss you too much,” she promised and Joe ducked down to reconnect their mouths again.

“That’s my girl,” he murmured against her lips. Y/N’s only response was to kiss him again, her hands tangling in his hair as she breathed him in.

“I love you so fucking much,” she said quietly. “And I’m going to miss you so bad,”

“I love you more, darling,” he responded, kissing her a final time. “I’ll miss you too,” he turned and walked towards Rami when his phone dinged from his pocket. He pulled it out and smiled down at the text, turning to roll his eyes at Y/N who waved at him in response, tears in her eyes as he blew her a kiss.

‘77 Days <3′

“Hey, buddy, you okay?” Rami asked as they were through airport security. Joe nodded, as the tears finally came.

‘58 days <3′ the texts from Y/N never failed to bring a smile to Joe’s face, they were always accompanied by a sleepy selfie as she sent them as she woke up each morning, the grin on her face growing gradually wider each day. He would wake up to the texts, being on a time behind her.

He clicked the call button hopefully, as he did every morning when he woke up. He held the phone to his ear, listening to it ring as he lay back in the bed.

“Can we get a dog?” Joe’s eyebrows shot up at the abrupt meeting.

“What?”

“When I move to America and we live together, can we get a dog?” Y/N clarified.

“What’s brought this on?” Joe laughed.

“Ben and Gwil had an day off and wanted to cheer me up so we’re having a movie day at Ben’s house and I forgot how much I love Frankie,” Y/N explained. Joe felt a pang at hearing them hanging out together and more so upon hearing they were cheering her up.

“Cheering you up?”

“I was just missing you,” she sighed and it was as though Joe could feel her sadness from continents away.

“I love you,”

“Does that mean we can get a dog?” She asked, clearly wishing for a subject change. Joe huffed a laugh and nodded.

“Yeah. We can get a dog,”

“Seriously?” She asked, her tone lightening and Joe could hear the smile in her voice, causing the same to appear on his own.

“Of course we can, darling,” Joe laughed.

“I love you too, by the way,” Joe laughed again at her words that seemed to come as an afterthought.

“So what are you watching at the moment?”

“Well Gwilym lost a bet so he had to go out and buy lunch for us and snacks for the rest of the day so Ben and I are just watching some of The Office at the moment while we wait for him to come back,”

“Sounds like fun,”

“I wish you were here,” Y/N sighed and Joe copied it, running a hand through his hair with a sad smile.

“I wish I was too,” Joe heard movement and muttering on her side of the phone and then heard the angelic sound of Y/N’s laughter and, even in the midst of the sadness he was feeling it brought a small smile to his face.

“Ben told me to tell you that we’d watch Jurassic Park in your honour,” Y/N informed her boyfriend who rolled his eyes a little, the smile growing.

“I’m flattered,”

“You were so cute as a kid,”

“And I’m not now?” Joe asked indignantly and Y/N giggled.

“You said it not me,”

“You implied it,”

“You inferred it,” she countered. “Surely you have work soon?” Y/N questioned and Joe could imagine her face, scrunched up as she tried to work out what time it was for him.

“Yeah I just... want to talk to you,”

“I love you,”

“I love you too,”

Later that day Joe received another text from the love of his life, which caused a huge grin to break out on his face as he shook his head at how adorable she was.

‘Ben and Gwil forced me to watch Bird Box. We are no longer friends. Come here and protect me please, when we move in together we’re never opening the curtains’

“There’s definitely a few more days left on the countdown,” Joe commented. Y/N’s response was to run into his arms and hug him tightly.

“I just missed you too much. Fuck the countdown,” she muttered and Joe pressed a kiss to her hair.

“I missed you too, darling,” he assured her, pulling away from the hug just long enough to place his lips gently against hers. “But what about work?” He asked, tucking some hair behind her ear and studying her every feature.

“I had my last meeting two days ago - they agreed to let me do the rest of my work from here,” a smile brighter than the sun emerged on Joe’s face and he was quick to reconnect their lips.

“I love you so much,” he whispered and Y/N grinned, kissing his jaw and hugging him tightly, her head pressed against his chest.

“I love you too, Joey,” Joe started walking backwards, Y/N still wrapped in his arms and he kicked the front door closed behind him. Y/N dropped her bags on the ground quickly before diving back into Joe’s embrace.

“You’re so beautiful,” he whispered to her. Y/N smiled up at him, tears in her eyes as she pushed herself up onto her toes to kiss him gently, her arms going to his neck so she could deepen the kiss.

When she pulled apart Joe let out a whine, chasing her lips with his and Y/N laughed at his actions, allowing him to peck her lips once more.

“I need to shower, Joe, she said quietly and Joe shook his head adamantly, kissing her again.

“Stay with me,”

“I will. I’m moving in with you, Joey, right now, though, I need to shower.” Joe’s smile grew at the mention of her moving in with him.

“Holy shit you’re moving in,”

“Yeah - I am,” Y/N agreed and Joe was quick to pick her up, spinning her around in an action that made her squeal in delight, wrapping her legs around his waist as he stopped and she grinned down at him, placing her lips on his.

“Welcome home, darling,” he whispered, their lips brushing together as he gently set her back down on the ground.

“You know what this means?” Y/N asked, resting her head in his chest and letting out a content sigh.

“What?” Joe asked.

“You promised we could get a dog,”

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