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i want more orimakki 😩 !!! pls answer these q's i rly wanna know 🥺

Flora I love you so MUCH oh my god thank you for feeding me TT-TT (also I'm ABSOLUTELY SENDING THIS BACK FOR YOU AND OSAMU I WANNA KNOWWWW)

I’m gonna answer these Interview style because it sounds fun to do and because I can😌

This ended up taking me SO long because, per usual, I got way too carried away lmao I'm so sorry

Makki is blue and I'm orange! (Interviewer is red lmao)

1. Who loves flower crowns more?

“Ori, for sure”

“I’m bad at making them though, so I make Hiro make them for me”

Makki looks at her like😒 and she laughs - he bites back a smile.

2. Who is the one who likes to cuddle?

"Hiro, for sure - I get a little weird about physical affection"

"She hates me"

"That's not true bub, you're just so hot"

"Thanks babe, I think you're pretty cute too"

Ori rolls her eyes and elbows him. "Next question"

3. Who has awful taste in music?

*simultaneously* "Hiro" "Me"

4. Who is the meme lover?

"I run a relatively popular account on instagram"

"I wake up every day to at least 30 new memes that he's spammed my phone with"

5. How did their second date go?

Ori starts laughing as Makki groans.

"He tried to take me to a park for a picnic-"

"Listen it would have been romantic but there was this fucking-"

"raccoon coming to grab our food-"

"and of course Ori is a dumbass ("HEY") and was ready to pet the literal wild animal ("he was so cute :(") so I tried to like shoo it away but-"

"It bit him and we ended up just sharing a cheese stick in the hospital"

"It was a disaster, to say the least"

"It's still one of my favorite dates, though"

"You just like seeing me in pain"

Ori laughs. "Not True!"

6. How many children do they want/have?

"17"

"absolutely not"

"we've talked about having two, maybe three"

"with a couple years in between. Gotta make sure they bully each other. It's important for character growth"

"We'll be sure to bully the oldest so they're not a weirdo like their mom"

Ori nods in agreement.

7. Who hides the weapons?

"I have a knife collection, does that count? I keep them in a display case on the wall"

8. Who is the better dancer?

Makki laughs. "Oh, me for sure"

"YOU?"

"Have you seen your dancing babe?"

"Have you seen YOUR dancing? What the hell is this?" *imitates this god awful windmill move*

"...okay, valid. We're both bad."

9. Do/Did they have a theme wedding?

"We're not married, marriage is for chumps."

Makki sighs. "We're not married *yet*."

"Gross, tryna tie me down stinky?"

"Been trying for years, bub"

Ori blushes, and looks away to hide her smile.

"...maybe"

Makki grins and leans in. "What?"

"I said maybe. I just-"

"I know, baby. Maybe is all I need."

10. What do their parents think of them dating?

"My parents are in love with Ori."

"My parents love him too!"

"Even your dads?"

"Yeah, my dads love you"

"Your step dad doesn't seem to like me much"

Ori furrows her brows. "which one?"

"I'm sorry, did you say 'which one?'"

"Oh, sorry. I have three dads. My mom, my dad, and then their husbands"

"I don't know, your mom's husband doesn't seem like he's warmed up to me"

"It took him years to even warm up to me. He shared his pot roast recipe with you, remember? that was his seal of approval"

Ori giggles while Makki looks at her suspiciously but eventually mumbles "if you say so"

11. Are they a super sappy couple?

"She clowns the shit out of me whenever I try"

Ori laughs. "I'm sorry I just don't know how to act when I'm embarrassed"

"I'm trying to woo you, not embarrass you, you jackass"

"*woo* me?!" Ori cackles

"I don't know why I even try"

(She goes up to him later, and takes his face in her hands, her demeanor more serious than before

"Hey, bub. You know I don't mean *you* embarrass me right? I just get awkward about affection"

He sighs and nuzzles into her palm

"I know you didn't, it's ok. I just love you too much sometimes, and its hard to reel it in"

"I love you too. So so much"

"I am gonna ask you to marry me someday. You know that?"

"I know, and my simp ass is gonna say yes. How gross is that"

Makki rolls his eyes, a smile on his face

"So gross")

12. How did they get together?

"We danced around each other for like 2 years"

"it was painful"

"Iwaizumi finally beat the confidence into me enough to kiss her"

"I don't know that you ever actually asked me out"

"Really? Oh, well then, wanna date?"

"Nah, you're a little weird"

"Damn ok, guess I'll call Mattsun" Ori laughs

13. Who asked the other to get married?

*more gagging noises while Makki sighs*

"It'll be me, clearly"

14. Who stays up too late and makes stupid jokes?

"Hiro. 100%"

"Hey, you stay up late too!"

"I know, but my jokes are always funny"

"rude"

15. Who is the nerd?

"Oh my god it's Ori"

"Hey, I converted you, fellow nerd. plus, you have a knife collection - if that's not nerd shit idk what is"

"touché"

16. Who knows the most obscure facts?

"Hiro"

"Did you know that penguins have knees?"

"I do now"

17. Who makes the other a flower crown?

"Hiro! His fingers are better suited for the weaving, I have weirdly small hands"

"Hey, I like your hands"

"Awh, babe<3"

18. Who likes to read?

"I do! If I'm not reading a physical book I'm always reading something on my phone!"

19. Who bothers the other person while the other person reads?

Makki grins, pointing to himself while Ori shoots him a playful glare

20. Who tutors the other?

"Hiro is actually wicked smart. He an invaluable study buddy"

"Ori is the definition of a bimbo"

"Nah I'm the shebo, I'm not hot enough to make bimbo status"

"Excuse me? Consensus says you are both very hot AND definitely belonging in the bimbo category"

"Consensus? What consensus"

Makki smiles, a little too innocently. "Group Chat"

"Oh my god"

21. Do they have similar taste in movies?

"Ori enjoys literally everything so it's really easy to find common ground"

"We change it up a lot, but we're usually end up with either a horror movie or we binge an anime"

22. How do their personalities compliment each other?

"We're both fucking weirdos"

"Yeah, and Hiro's calm complements my loud - he grounds me when I need it"

"goes both ways - I get loud too. Feelings are loud sometimes and that's ok"

Ori snorts. "Ok, dr.phil"

23. How do they tell everyone that they are going to be having a kid/adopting a child soon?

"Is like, texting them an option?"

"We'll take em' out for breadsticks or something"

"Oh lets have them open up like a lil onesie, our moms would die"

Ori laughs "What's it gonna say on it"

"'You're both grandmas now. Congrats, you old bitches'"

Ori wheezes, folding in on herself in her seat

"That's so fucking stupid, we are absolutely doing that"

24. Who has better fashion sense?

"Look at us. Look at how we're dressed"

"There are holes in my shirt"

"and that's his nice shirt"

"In my defense, it had holes when I bought it"

"So holes are fashionable now?"

"Apparently"

"Hobo chic"

25. Who will punch someone out if they are rude to their partner?

"Ori is a doormat-"

"RUDE"

"-Lemme finish babe - until it comes to her people. If someone's rude to me she is ready to throw hands in seconds flat"

"damn straight...would you fight for me?"

"Of course. you think I wouldn't?"

"Just making sure<3"

26. What songs do they sing together in the vehicle?

"EVERYTHING"

27. What other couple would your otp get along with?

Ori perks up "Flora and Osamu!!! I love the both of them so much, they're so cute together too"

"They're great people, plus Osamu gives us free food and honestly, what else do you need in a friend"

Ori slaps Makki's shoulder "Stop acting like you only like Osamu for his cooking"

"I'm only kidding!"

28. Who likes to prank the other?

"Ori does this thing where she'll do something nice for me and then go "get pranked!" when I notice"

"I do indeed do that"

"I am not kind. Sometimes I'll just, buy an air horn. And press it. while she's asleep."

Ori glares at Makki

"he does indeed do that"

29. Who is the one who loves to take pictures?

"I do"

"He's alwaysss taking pictures, but I hate getting my picture taken and he's super respectful of that"

"...yeah"

(Later, when Ori's stepped out for a minute

"I do take pics of her. She doesn't know it but I do"

Makki starts to show off an album full of candids of Ori

Makki sighs, a soft smile on his face "She's so pretty"

"Don't tell her about this please, she'll murder me")

30. How would they react if they found out they were soul mates?

"Oof"

"That's what you'd say? Oof?"

"It's an oof for you. stuck? with me? forever?"

"you doofus, there's no one else I'd rather have"

"you little fucker, you're gonna make me cry"

makki laughs and squeezes her hand "love you stinky"

Ori sniffles "Yeah I love you too I guess"

31. Where would they live?

"right now we live in an apartment in Osaka-"

"but eventually we wanna by a house. We're thinking of going back home to Miyagi"

"We miss the small town atmosphere"

32. What type of dragon would they own, if they could have one?

"oh my god, a little shoulder dragon would be so cute"

"ok but imagine how much money we'd save with something we could ride to work"

"shit, you're so right"

33. If they were both vampires, what type of vampires would they be?

"There are types of vampires?" looks to Makki, Makki shrugs

"Is dying an option?"

34. What would they dress up as, for Halloween?

"we do themed couple ones but like, not sexy ones"

"yeah, like for instance our friends went as a fireman and his girl was a dalmation, and we were-"

"bob ross and his panting!"

"...she was bob ross"

"this year I'm trying to get him to dress as mothman so I can dress up as a lamp"

35. Can they name each other’s favourite food?

"Ori loves chicken to the point where it's almost concerning"

"Hiro likes cream puffs"

"No no, they're Profiteroles"

"they're the same thing babe"

"but profiteroles sound so much fancier"

36. Do they have pet names for one another?

"The usual"

"Babe, baby-"

"stinky, fuckass-"

"bubs-"

"doofus, dumbass, nerd"

"nothing crazy"

37. How do they cheer each other up?

"I swear to god he's a psychic - he always knows exactly what I need. Sometimes I need space, sometimes I just need a hug, other times he'll have a whole self care night in prepared for me when I get home"

"Ori always knows what to do. She's not a snuggler but she will let me hold her for hours if it meant making me feel better. Honestly most of the time she holds me because - well, boobs"

"Takahiro!"

Makki laughs and jerks away as she pinches his side

38. Do they show a lot of PDA?

"I think we're not too bad. We hold hands, I'll give her the occasional kiss. She lets me wrap my arm around her sometimes"

"These questions are making me feel like a bad girlfriend. Let? :("

"hush, you're the best. You think I'd stick around if you were a bad girlfriend? Do you know how obsessed with you I am? The boys clown me for never shutting up about you even after all this time"

*Ori buries her face in her hands to hide the blush* "Oh my god you're so lame"

"That's her way of saying she loves me too :)"

39. How old were they when they got together?

"I was 22, Ori was 20"

"holy shit, almost four years?"

"Yep"

"wow"

40. Who is the one that would bring the puppy home?

"Me!"

"She's done it before. She named her Ripley"

41. Can they do yoga couple’s poses?

both start cackling "Absolutely not. We can try but it would be a disaster"

42. What is their song?

"Oh its-"

Castaways from the Backyardigans starts playing from Makki's phone as he grins.

"-our song is not Castaways, Hiro"

"It could be. We could decide it is right now"

"We are not making our song Castaways"

"oh c'moooonnnnn, it's a bop!"

Ori laughs "Its-"

"Your song by Elton John. It was playing when we kissed for the first time"

Ori covers her smile with her hand, her eyes soft as she looks at Makki

43. What does their room look like?

"A mess right now, Ori had to find an outfit for today so there are clothes everywhere"

Ori grins sheepishly

44. Who would be the one to kill zombies while the other keeps them grounded?

"Hiro would probably do the killing, I would be moral support"

"I dunno babe, I think if you snapped you could totally become a badass"

"You think so?"

"Hell yeah, I've seen you get mad at Mattsun enough times to know you can get scary as hell when you wanna"

45. Who makes the other breakfast in bed?

"we've done it for each other, it depends on the day to be honest"

46. Who loves kids more?

"Ori"

"But the kids LOVE Hiro so much its crazy, and he's so good with them"

"I like kids well enough but they're so rude and for what"

"I find their lack of filter funny!"

"If you ever feel your ego is too big, just talk to a seven year old. They'll drag to hell and back with no hesitation"

47. Do either of them have a crazy ex?

"I dunno. Do you?"

"No. Do you?"

"Nope"

"Cool"

48. What are their favourite colours?

"Hiro's is this very specific red color"

"Ori doesn't have one, it changes all the time"

"this is true"

49. Who likes to cook?

"Oh I love cooking!"

"She does majority of the cooking but we sometimes cook together"

"he is utter chaos in the kitchen but we always have a good time, even if he make my blood pressure go through the roof"

50. Who is the forgetful one?

"Hey Ori, what'd you have for breakfast this morning."

"I- um. An Iced Coffee?"

"Final answer?"

"....yes"

"Bzzzt. Wrong. You had cereal :)"

51. Does either of them know how to fight?

"I don't mean to brag, but I've taken Tai chi lessons"

"Babe, you signed up for those lessons after we binged Avatar, and you only went to four of those classes before quitting because it was too hard"

"Those four lessons taught me enough to kick someone's ass for you though"

Ori laughs "I'm sure they did"

52. What do they do for Valentines Day?

"We have this tradition of going to the store and each of us take turns blindly picking out snacks, pajamas, and either a movie/video game/or craft project and we stay in and have a little pamper day"

"we also absolutely RAID the store next day when the candy is half off"

53. Who swears more?

"We both swear a lot to be honest"

"Oh my god we're so bad"

54. Who has the better comebacks?

"Hiro, 100%"

"Ori is quick too though"

"But you go right for the jugular"

"I'm not mean to you though"

"Oh no! I just mean with others, like Oikawa - you drag that man within an inch of his life"

Makki laughs "Oh ok yeah that's fair"

55. Who would start a fight with another parent at a bake sale?

"Me. Like I said, Ori is a doormat. She is so afraid of confrontation someone could literally spit on her and she'd apologize to them"

"It sounds so bad when you put it like that"

56. Who reads buzzfeed?

"Hiro says he does them ironically, but I'll be reading something on my phone and he'll start asking me obscure questions, and then I realize he's trying to get me to build a smoothie so he can find out with 'Desperate Houswife' I am"

"She got Gabrielle"

"Which isn't even accurate, I'm totally more of a Susan"

"You have some of Gabrielle's spice, though"

"What did you get?"

"Me? oh, I got Lynette"

"kinda accurate, actually"

57. Who is the hopeless romantic?

"I am, she makes fun of me but I know she loves it"

"I do, honestly"

58. Do either of them know how to do a handstand?

"I do!"

59. Who can rap better?

"oh god, neither of us"

"speak for yourself"

"go on babe, rap for them"

"...well I can't right now"

"exactly"

60. Do either of them want to go sky diving?

"I'd be down"

"I love the idea of it but oof, I'm too chicken shit"

61. What do they usually text about?

Makki pulls out his phone

"'hey babe, we're out of eggs' - that was Ori"

"'dog' - with a pic attached of said dog, that was from me"

"11/10, 'I hope he knows what a good boy he is', that was Ori's response"

"Then Ori ranted to me about Uraraka's character development"

"the wasted potential is appalling"

"absolutely it is. 3 hours later, from me - 'I forgot eggs'"

62. Who is the dramatic one?

"me, for sure"

"She's self aware though so its not so bad"

63. Is either one confrontational?

"Not really? We both avoid confrontation whenever possible. If something needs to be said though, I don't really have any reservations about it"

64. What is their favourite cuddle position?

"Me as the big spoon, I much prefer holding him I think, its less hot that way"

"Plus, boobs :3"

Ori groans as Makki laughs "I hate you"

65. Who are their favourite musical artist(s)?”

"Ooooh thats a toughie, we listen to so much"

66. What are their parenting styles?

"I tend to be the bad guy"

"That's not true!"

"Why do you think kids like you better? I'm the one who makes them eat veggies for a snack and you bribe them with ice cream"

"I promise we'll share the bad guy role when we have our own"

Ori narrows her eyes at Makki, sticking her tongue out at him "we better"

67. Who would be the more laid back one?

"Hiro, I get wound like a fucking top sometimes"

"You stress easily, but its ok, when you're stressed you get mean and its kinda hot"

"I'm glad my breakdowns are sexy to you"

Makki laughs "You know that's not what I meant"

68. Who listens to more vulgar music?

"Ehh, neither of us really"

"not our jam"

69. Do either of them have secrets even the other doesn’t know?

"...do you?"

"....no"

"That was suspish"

"I'm sorry did you just say 'suspish'?"

"don't change the subject! what are you hiding?"

"Nothing!! I swear"

"Pinky?"

"Pinky"

(later, while Ori's out of the studio, he shows a picture of the ring to the camera.

"So, yeah. There is one secret. I'm really bad at lying though so let's not put me on the spot like that anymore please" The man looks d a m p with sweat lmao)

70. Who is their go to couple for a double date?

"FLOSAMU, 100%. We're overdue too, I miss them!"

71. Do they tip the waiter/waitress on their date?

"Generously"

"If you don't tip you're a jackass"

72. How do they work out a fight?

"Communication is key. We often give each other the silent treatment but it usually is just to clear our heads so we can come back to talk it out"

"He's so mature when it comes to our relationship. The way he takes charge when I'm flailing and don't know what to do or how to proceed is so sexy" Ori starts fanning herself as if to emphasis her point, a teasing grin plastered on her face

73. Who brings home an illegal pet?

"Hiro will bring anything home if it's injured. It could be a snake and if he's worried its hurt I will come home to it in the bath"

"you gotta save the animals, babe"

"Most people would call a wildlife facility though, not take them to their tiny city apartment"

74. What side of the bed do each of them sleep on?

"I sleep on the left! I don't think either of us are particularly picky about it though"

"We usually wake up sprawled anyway with no clear sign of where we were before"

75. What is their favorite photo of them two together?

"There's a picture someone took of us dancing at a wedding. Ori is mid laugh in that photo and she's just - shit, she's so pretty."

"Hiro what the fuck why are you so sappy today"

"I dunno - I just think you're neat"

Ori's lips tremble a tiny bit. She sniffles. "It's my favorite photo too."

76. Who takes longer in the bathroom?

"Oh my god-"

"Okay-"

"SHE TAKES FOREVER"

"OKAY, LISTEN-"

"SHE ONLY GOES ON TIKTOK WHEN SHE GOES TO THE BATHROOM"

"I JUST GO THROUGH MY NOTIFICATIONS"

"SHE IS NEVER - STOP HITTING ME - SHE IS NEVER QUICKER THAN 30 MINUTES"

"YOU ARE SO DRAMATIC"

"DON'T EVEN GET ME STARTED ON SHOWERS"

77. Who has more songs on their ipod?

"Hiro, I kinda keep to the stuff I know, while he's constantly adding new music"

78. What movie did they first see together?

"Uhhh I think it was-"

"It was Princess Mononoke, you were appalled when I said I hadn't seen it yet"

"Honestly I still am. How do you go through 20 years of your life without having seen Princess Mononoke?" Ori shrugs

79. What do they like to see each other in?

"nothing"

"not sure what I expected, really"

"I mean was there really any other answer?"

80. Who makes jokes during inappropriate times?

"Oh god. Both of us. We are so terrible"

"Sometimes Ori will nudge me if I'm being especially bad but she is usually the one egging me on because there is nothing cuter than her trying to hold in a laugh"

81. At what age do they discuss the possibility of children?

"We started talking about it a few months ago"

"It wouldn't be any time soon either, its just discussing the topic so we know where each of us stand"

"Yeah, there's still a lot for us to figure out"

"Like, you know, finances and getting married and stuff"

Ori bites her lip "...yeah, and stuff."

82. What do they love about each other the most?

"It's probably a cop out to say everything"

"please, you don't love everything, I'm a mess"

"but you're MY mess" Ori smiles and kicks him playfully

"This is going to sound super cheesy, but I just love his heart? He's loves so loudly and so wholly. With everyone and everything around him. He's just such a good person and it's insane to think he somehow chose to be with me, a human dumpster"

"You were so romantic until you called yourself a dumpster"

"It was getting too soft, I gotta keep my bruh girl reputation"

"You're such a dork"

83. Who is the one that sees the big picture, while the other focus’s on the small details?

"I think we're both kind of big picture people"

"No, babe, you are obsessive over minute details"

"No I'm not!"

"Everything takes you twice as long because you are constantly quadruple checking if its ok"

"..."

"and you get so stressed when you're given a project or a problem that's even the tiniest bit vague"

"well, I-"

"And don't even get me started on when you're cleaning, you always take forever because you go through every single item you've ever owned even if you know you're gonna toss or keep it"

"Okay, I feel really attacked right now" Makki laughs

84. What would they write on their partner’s social media’s for their anniversary?

"I usually go with a tried and true mixture of sappy and funny. I post a couple photo of us that I like or just a standalone of him and I give a cute little snippet talking about how lucky I am"

"Every year I just go on a rant about how much I love her. I'm always overwhelmed on anniversaries so I keyboard smash my way through the post."

85. Who is bad at math?

"Me, I don't understand any of it. Hiro is actually pretty good at it though"

86. Who googles everything?

"I've caught her trying to google where her glasses are"

"OKAY to be FAIR I was googling to see what the most likely places would be, it was just to give me ideas"

"And where were they?"

"*sigh* in the fridge"

"why?"

"because I was on autopilot and I assumed it was the butter"

87. Who does stuff on impulse?

"Oh, me. Ori does sometimes but she always regrets whatever she impulse did"

"its normally shopping and then I'm sad because I'm broke again"

88. How do they comfort each other when they are helpless to do anything about the situation?

"honestly? We learned this the hard way, but...just being there, letting them know they can lean on you when they need to. Being a pillar and giving them the space and comfort to let them tell you what they need and how you can help. Communication is so important in a relationship"

"You said you learned that the hard way? What do you mean by that?"

Ori and Makki share a look

"It's a long story. Another time, maybe"

89. What is an inside joke they have?

They both immediately start laughing

"Are you also thinking-"

"Yes! What about-"

"*incoherent wheezing*"

"well there's the-"

"or the-"

"oh my god remember-"

all the sentences go unfinished, laughter dissolving any chance of you ever figuring any of them out.

90. Who makes the other smile with almost no effort at all?

"I think its mutual, sometimes we will literally just look at each other and we'll smile without even realizing it."

"We're so gross"

"Ugh, I know." But they smile at each other

91. What is their favourite holiday?

"New years! Christmas is always nice but its stressful with gift giving. New years is always stress free and a good time, plus Ori loves visiting the shrines the next day"

"It's so peaceful, and seeing everyone pay their respects fills me with an overwhelming appreciation for humanity."

92. Who is the one that is calm and collected while the other is angry and destructive?

Ori pouts.

"I'm the angry one. I know I am. I'm a menace"

"You're not a menace babe, you just feel a little more than others"

"Are you like high right now or something? What has got you so wise and therapist-y"

"Love." Makki wiggles his eyebrows as she scoffs, her soft giggles betraying the eye roll

93. What is their favourite board game to play?

"Clue!"

94. Who accidentally sets something on fire?

"Okay, it's me, it's happened more than once too"

"She doesn't know the first thing about safety in the kitchen"

"I want to argue so bad but I just know I can't" she sighs

95. Who has the car ready while the other is robbing the store?

"I'm robbing. Ori would get distracted"

"valid"

96. What artist/group did they go to for their first concert?

"Mother Mother"

"It was INSANE"

97. Who sleep talks?

"Hiro does" Ori starts giggling, pulls up the sleep app on her phone

"Wanna listen?"

98. Who is the more social one?

"Oh, me, definitely. She is more talkative but Ori rarely initiated conversation with new people or if she's in a new environment at all"

99. What are their karaoke songs?

"I have to be absolutely trashed before we even attempts Karaoke but we do a duet and its either Bohemian Rhapsody or one of our cheesy love songs"

100. Who would get up on stage and make a fool of themselves just to make the other laugh?

"Hiro!! He does it all the time and I love him for it"

"Awh, love you too babe"

"And that's a wrap!"

Makki looks at Ori, grabbing her hand and instinctively intertwining their hands together. "Ready to go, stinky?"

Ori smiles, bringing their entangled hands up to lips as she presses a soft kiss to his skin.

"Ready."

#orimakki #whispers #familiars #flora #this was so fun and it took me SO LONG because i decided to make it stupid complicated lmao #but I'm so happy with it its cheesy as hell and I don't even care lmao #thank you for sending this in flora!! sweet angel you are too good to me :D<3

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ꜰᴀɴᴅᴏᴍ: 6 Underground

ᴍᴀɪɴ ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀꜱ: Four/Billy // Eight/???

ꜱʜɪᴘᴘɪɴɢ: Four/Billy x male!Oc

ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ ꜱɪx: Didn’t know you had curls

ꜱᴏɴɢ: Don’t wanna wake up - The Score

𝔹𝕖𝕗𝕠𝕣𝕖 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕤, 𝕡𝕝𝕖𝕒𝕤𝕖 𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕡𝕣𝕖𝕧𝕚𝕠𝕦𝕤 𝕔𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕤. 𝕐𝕠𝕦 𝕔𝕒𝕟 𝕗𝕚𝕟𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕞 𝕠𝕟 𝕞𝕪 𝕞𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕝𝕚𝕤𝕥!

ᴀɴ: ɪ ᴡɪʟʟ ꜱᴘʟɪᴛ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀꜱ ꜰʀᴏᴍ ɴᴏᴡ ᴏɴ ᴡʜᴇɴ ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴛᴜʀɴ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ᴛᴏᴏ ʟᴏɴɢ. ʜᴀᴠᴇ ꜰᴜɴ ʀᴇᴀᴅɪɴɢ, ᴀꜱ ᴀʟᴡᴀʏꜱ! ɪᴍᴀɢᴇ ɪꜱ ɴᴏᴛ ᴍɪɴᴇ.

A loud noise forced Four to wake up. It was an alarm clock. And it came from Eights phone.

The blonde turned around and sat up. This time, they were both under the blanket and they both had enough space.

Eight didn't seem to be bothered by the alarm. He was rolled up and tightly asleep. It was like looking at a different person. The boy seemed so small and so peaceful as if he couldn't hurt a fly.

Still, Four managed to carefully bend over Eight, grab the phone and turn off the alarm. By that time, his eyes got used to the darkness and he took a second look at the other. There was something else that looked different. It was his hair.

The usually neat and perfect hair was a mess. Small curls had taken over and they covered half of the sleeping boys face. Four had to fight the urge to touch it so he shifted a bit and laid his hand on Eights shoulder to shake him softly.

"Hey Eight, time to wake up."

His voice sounded hoarse, raspy even. Eight grumbled a bit, as if he was complaining and just hid himself under the blanket.

"Mate your hair still peaks out, I can still see you"

"No you can’t."

Eight responded and tried to pull his blanket over his head completely. But he was too tired to do so. Maybe he was even still asleep.

Four chuckled slightly and removed his hand from Eights shoulder. It wouldn't have any effect to keep on shaking him. He also didn't really want to risk pissing him off. Instead he decided to give in to the urge and carefully brush his fingers through the smallers thick, yet soft hair.

Eight made a quiet noise that sounded like an approving hum. Four did this twice, amazed by the small sensation it left in his fingers, as the hair tickled his skin. His excitement for the feeling must have emerged from his half-asleep mind because he soon came to realize what he was doing. And that it was pretty... Weird?

Four took his hand back, still processing the situation and what he just did. He needed to say something. Something cocky. Or this would get even weirder.

"Didn't know you had curls."

Boom. That was the only thing it took for Eight to stand up. The boy wanted to hide his hair under the hood, but the pullover didn't have one. Four was laughing.

"Tell anyone and you're dead. I am not joking."

Eight threatened him as he grabbed one of the bags and got out a bunch of different things.

"I'll take a shower."

"Okay, go for it."

Four suppressed a big grin as he watched his friend walk out of the room and hurry into the bathroom. He waited a bit, listening closely until he could hear Eight curse.

"For fucks sake!"

The water at this time of the day was freezing cold. And Eight just found out.

"I swear if this bastard is in his room laughing right now, I will give him a game he can't play."

The boy muttered through gritted teeth as he started washing his hair.

As he was finished, he walked out of the shower. He felt like he was about to freeze to death. But luckily, he was done by now. If only that would have been the only thing that went wrong that morning. As the boy wanted to grab his towel to get dry, he, of course, couldn't find it.

"You've got to be kidding me."

The young man growled and walked over to the door and opened it a little.

"Four? Four! Could you bring me my towel?"

Four, who just came down from laughing, now started again. Tears formed in his eyes, it was hilarious. First the cold water, now the missing towel.

One mans pain, another mans joy.

"Stop fucking laughing and get your ass up."

Eight cursed and Four finally decided to save his friend in need and bring him a towel.

"Are you hiding?"

Four asked and Eight scoffed a little. What a stupid question, considering that Four could see nothing besides the others head and hands.

"You don't need to hide yourself, love. Come and get your towel."

"Four I highly recommend you to not start a game with me right now you will lose."

Four eyed the other for a while, contemplating whether he should dare to go on with the game or not.

"Don't even think about it."

Eight warned him and snatched the towel from his friend before he closed the door to dry himself and get into some clothes. He then finally took care of his hair.

Four walked back into his room. He couldn't bear the thought that he would have lost the game. There had to be a solution for him to get more comfortable with all of this, right? Eight was comfortable too. But he was an actor and was able to hide fear very efficiently. Was he even afraid of getting into something like this?

Probably not. But how the hell does he do all of this like it is the most normal thing in the world?

Wait. Maybe all of this wasn’t gay? Maybe all of this was just how friendship really worked and Four just never had a friend like that before... Someone he could comfortably flirt with.

The blonde laid back for a moment as memories of his teenage self flooded him. It weren't too many. Most of the time stayed forgotten he probably drank too much to remember.

Four tilted his head and blinked at the ceiling. He didn't do much good with his friends back then. Actually, he didn't do any good. Drinking and stealing, running over roofs, climbing things he shouldn't have climbed... All the times they were arrested spoke for themselves. Thinking about it, the man couldn't help but wonder if Eight would ever do something like that with him… Probably not. Eight wasn't the type of guy to climb buildings or steal... What type of guy was he though? What made him be a good driver? What made him learn how to work with knives?

Four had so many questions but as the other entered the room, none of them left his mouth. In fact, the smaller didn't give him any chance to even raise his voice.

"You and I got something to settle."

He announced and Four, who felt a slight fear rising inside of him, cocked an eyebrow.

"I don't know what you mea-"

Eight had the door closed and approached the bed to bend over the blonde.

"I heard you laughing. Let's see who will be laughing after losing another game."

Fours expression stayed fearless. He wouldn't show. Ever. He'd rather die.

"Me. Because it is your turn to lose."

He growled softly and placed his hands on Eights waist, mentally preparing for what was about to come.

"Oh, I wouldn't be so sure about that, Four."

Eight said softly, running a finger over the others chest. And although Fours heart began to race in fear of losing, he managed to keep a straight face. Which was kind of funny since the thing he did while keeping that expression was pretty gay. His cold fingers pushed up the white fabric of the others shirt until he could feel the warmth of Eights soft skin under it. The small gasp of the other didn’t stay unnoticed. Although Four couldn’t quite make out whether it was purposefully displayed or real, he couldn’t help but softly bite his lip.

"You cannot win against me anymore."

Four said, challenging Eight to either go further or give up the game. But the smaller didn't come to settle for anything less than a win. He bent down a little more and leaned in, so his mouth was right next to the others ear. His index finger went further down to brush over the olders muscular thighs. And he could feel how Four shivered under his touch. His fear wasn't visible but still so obvious. He could sense it.

"You have one last chance to give up the game before this escalates."

Eight softly whispered into his friends ear. He had him. Save.

Just as Four was about to give in, the door to the room was opened. One, who looked like he had a million questions but wanted none of them to be answered, stood in the doorframe.

Both boys looked at him for a second before Eight stood up, fixing his clothes and clearing his throat.

"We-"

"I don't want to know. Are you prepared for the mission?"

Eight took a quick glance at the mirror before nodding.

"I just gotta get my knives and I'll be good to go."

One grinned a little and shook his head.

"Well, speaking about the knife situation... I have something for you."

The boy looked a little confused but also excited, so he followed One. Four was left alone. He needed a second to recover.

This was close, once again.

The blonde was so concentrated on what could have happened, he nearly didn't notice Five walking into the room.

"What's on your mind?"

She asked and Four looked up, smiling a little as he saw her.

"Nothing, really. I was just thinking about what I will wear."

"Since when do you put much effort in that?"

"I don- wait- did you just?"

Five started laughing and shook her head.

"Just put something on, Billy, you'll look good. See you in a minute."

Billy looked after her, not knowing what to respond. What was it with everyone being so mean? Or was it sarcasm again? Did he not notice that once again??? Whatever.

Four stood up and got dressed before walking into the room where the others were. Eight turned around to face him and Four couldn't help but wonder how he managed to look this decent while he was more likely to act like the exact opposite. Eight wore his blue watch, black, slightly higher cut pants that would go well with a suit, and a bright white dress shirt. His hair looked differently. Instead of a slightly rebellious middle part, he had it neatly styled in a side part. And... He wore glasses. Probably because of the included camera. Thank god they didn't manage to hide the excited spark in his eyes.

"Bro look at this!"

The other pointed at a set of knives in front of him. They were blue. The same blue as his car and watch. Four smiled a little. It was pretty cool, no doubt but not the reason he smiled.

"Nice."

Eight grinned and looked up again to focus on One who kept explaining the mission once more.

Four didn't pay much attention. He did! …until some point… but got heavily distracted as he caught Five starring at him. And he wondered why she was looking at him like this but he eventually just looked back at her and smiled. Four couldn't help but remember the time he went climbing with her. She really had been a good friend to him. Considerate, fun, just nice to be with.

And still, she was a friend. Not more, not less, just a friend.

Because there was something missing. Something Four didn't really manage to wrap his head around. But it just didn't feel complete.

She would always be his friend. A good one, but still not more than that.

While falling into the same thought process again, he just starred at her. Until Eight softly hit his side.

"God damn just talk to her, the poor girl must feel watched."

He muttered and Four blinked a little before his cheeks heated up slightly as he realized that he had been starring at Five for the whole time.

While Eight was grinning like an idiot, Four looked rather embarrassed.

"Okay then, be successful, don't do anything stupid, remember to behave and be friendly."

One said and handed Eight the box that contained his knives.

"Will do so, you said these knives were ceramic, so I assume they have metal detectors?"

The boy asked and took a small knife to hide it under his clothes where he seemed to have some kind of belt in which he was able to store it.

"They do. So don't use your other knives. Also, you are not supposed to like, murder anyone. These are for your safety only."

"Yeah I got it, no murdering people."

Eight said and fixed his shirt.

"It was either pure luck that her father invited you that fast or a trap."

Seven raised his voice and Eight shrugged

"Well I have already considered this option and asked Amanda what made her father invite me over that fast. She was caught texting me and they then fought over the fact that she didn't tell him and her father then randomly called me to check how I respond on the phone. She said she didn’t know why he invited me, but I think what got me in was my car."

Eight pointed at a small information on the pin board he had read beforehand.

"He collects cars. His favourite car is a Mercedes-Benz SL, build in 1967. As described here. Which is not completely correct, by the way. The correct name would be W 113 -"

"Spare us the talk about the car, come to an end."

Eight looked quite pissed as he was interrupted by One but he swallowed his anger.

"Anyways, while you might assume that this information is totally useless, it isn’t for him. He accepted me because I drive a Mercedes and was able to explain why the hell I'd settle for a limousine instead of a cabriolet. I was lucky."

One lifted an eyebrow.

"Okay. However. I hope you know enough about your car to impress him."

Four nearly choked on a laughter.

"Are you joking? He doesn't just know his car. He'd sleep with it, if it was a person."

"At least it wouldn't disappoint me and break my heart."

Now both of them were laughing and One just groaned in annoyance.

"Okay can you just take your car and leave for the mission?"

"Didn't we just clarify that I can't take my car as long as it's not human?"

Eight smirked and held up his hand to high five Four.

"Good one, mate."

Five looked a little annoyed. Okay, maybe even very annoyed.

"You are two grown men, why are you so immature?"

"We are mature. Our behaviour just isn't."

Four grinned and even Eight had to shake his head at this one. Actually, he just did it to tease Four a bit before he laughed and softly hit the others shoulder.

"Alright, see you later then guys."

Eight walked out and the others watched him.

"Why do I have the bad feeling that it was a huge mistake to take him in?"

One muttered and Five scoffed.

"Because it was."

Two shook her head a little.

"He might act immaturely but he did a good job so far. Give him a chance. Three does a good job as well."

"Hey!"

While Two grabbed her lovers hand to apologize, the others laughed slightly. Well, everyone except Five. She already left the scene to watch the monitors. Four followed her.

"Amelia?"

He asked as he approached her and said person turned around a bit. Four couldn't quite make out what was bothering her, but she looked pissed.

"Why do you hate Eight that much?"

"I don't hate him. I am just not necessarily happy about his existence."

"That does sound like hate to me."

Five just shrugged and turned around again to focus on the monitors.

"Whatever."

Four sat down next to her.

"Hey, come on. Tell me."

He insisted and she sighed as she looked at him with sad eyes.

"Ever since he came here, you rarely talk to me and we don't do anything together anymore. That's just sad and I feel like he replaced me."

Billy furrowed his brows worriedly. Eight had been part of the team for barely two days now, how could she be jealous?

“I'm sorry that I made you feel that way but he is not replacing you, I promise. Hey and if you want to, we can actually do something together later, like watch a movie or something."

The girl lifted her head and nodded smiling. She just wanted to say something but the others entered the room.

"Wherever Billy goes, we catch him flirting."

Seven commented as Billy leaned back to bring some space between Five and him.

"You should have seen him and Eight this morning."

One added and just shook his head a little.

"We were fighting."

Four defended himself as he stood up to make space for One, whose seat he had taken before.

"If you call that fighting then please don't fight our enemies."

One said while sitting down on his chair. Four just grumbled a little but sat down in the back to mind his own business.

While the others were happily chatting over anything, he kept quiet, thinking about what he would be doing with Five later. Maybe the movie really was the best idea.

Just as he tried to decide which movies would be of interest for Amelia, the monitors started working and a well-known voice was audible.

“I’m in front of the bridge now. May the mission begin.”

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bensboynton · 5 years

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Good Enough b.h;Part 3

word count: 4.1k ish

warnings: fluffy, lots of grammar errors sorry, VERY TINY bit of angst

surprise! hope you enjoy this very fluffy chapter to make up for the last part. enjoy<3

also thank you so much for the support on this series. it’s my first one and means SO SO much to me. <3

figured i need to clear up that lucy IS in fact involved in the book(reader’s bestfriend), but she doesn’t play mary in borhap.

ONE MORE THING there’s a flashback in this chapter and it’s in italics just to let y’all know.

recap

Yet somehow, even after the most violent break up of your life, you had never felt so accepted and genuinely cared for in your entire life. Ben’s arm was now wrapped around your fatigued body, your head still on his shoulder, the TV in the dressing room was on, and you were surrounded by your new family. Strangely, you had never felt more wanted in all of your years of existence.

This feeling of comfort was just enough to lull you to sleep in the middle of the evening, sitting on an uncomfortable couch, slouched over and your neck already beginning to stiffen.

But somehow, through all of this, you managed to feel one overwhelming thing for the first time in your life; inner peace.

You really, really, hated being the damsel in distress.

It’s been your biggest pet peeve for as long as you could remember. Watching these big, multi-million dollar movies display a beautiful woman who was too weak-minded to save herself made you sick.

You’d always grimace in disgust at Sleeping Beauty and Cinderella because all of their problems suddenly were solved because some big strong man in shiny armor showed up.

Since then, you promised yourself you wouldn’t let that be you.

Granted, you knew you wouldn’t fall asleep for 100 years and be awoken by the kiss of an attractive prince, but you promised yourself you would never, EVER, become dependent on a man.

Not for money, happiness, sex, anything. You were going to be completely self-sufficient. This wasn’t to be mistaken for you swearing off men, because you loved men, but you needed to be sure that you could still be you even if you were involved in a relationship.

And that’s why Y/BF/N made you so fucking angry.

He made you break your promise to yourself. You swore that you wouldn’t let him complete you, that you wouldn’t need him.

But sitting here you started to realize just how much you yearned for him in your life.

You two had been distant the past few months, sure. But he was always there. Whether in person, over the phone, or his grip on your mentality. And now you were sitting here on this couch with your head on Ben’s shoulder pretending to be asleep when really, all you were doing was thinking with your eyes closed.

You suddenly didn’t have an all-seeing gaze resting over your shoulder every minute of the day. You didn’t have to deal with phone calls constantly asking where you were and who you were with.

But, the worst part is you felt empty and mindless. You didn’t know who you were. What did you wear when you didn’t have an omniscient gaze telling you ‘I think you should wear this dress.” What music did you like? You didn’t know after spending a lifetime turning on pop when you actually wanted to listen to rock, but you couldn’t because you knew he didn’t like it.

How did you like to do your makeup? What was your favorite color to wear? How did you like to do your hair when you didn’t think about having to please another human?

All very valid questions you had no fucking idea how to answer.

It’s exhausting not only worrying about being a functioning human, but also having to worry about the thoughts/feelings/emotional stability of another person you’re tied too in every way except physical.

This jumbled mess of thoughts was bumped from your head when you felt two very muscular and warm arms wrap around you to pick you up. You kept up your sleepy act, not paying much attention to the urgent whispering around you, presumably from Rami and Joe.

A large piece of fabric was thrown on top of you, and after a split-second peak, you could see it was Ben’s jacket. The brisk London air almost made you jump as it washed over your skin, and you felt goosebumps start to form on your arms.

Ben pulled you a little closer, whether it was for your own warmth or his, you didn’t know. After what felt like an eternity of walking in complete silence, he adjusted the way he was holding you so he could open what you assumed was your trailer door. He lightly closed the door with his foot, only to walk over and gently place you on your bed. He pulled the covers back and placed them over your still slightly shivering body, and turned to walk away.

You acted on impulse and grabbed his hand, his eyes whipping around in surprise.

“Stay.” you murmured, causing Ben’s arm to tense.

“Are you sure?” he spoke back, his voice barely audible. You glanced up at him with puffy, tired eyes.

“Don’t think it’s too good for me to be alone right now.” you croaked out, slightly louder. You could see his facial expression soften slightly.

“Alright. Let me go grab a pillow from my trailer and a blanket to set up on the floor-” he began, before you cut him off.

“Just lay with me. Please.”

You hated how whiny and desperate your voice sounded right now, but you needed someone to talk to and human contact more than anything in this world. And here was Ben, standing right in front of you in all his blonde haired, green-eyed glory, looking at you similar to the way he was a few weeks ago.

“Jesus Christ, if I had nuts they’d be frozen right now,” you murmured, running your hands up and down your arms.

“Y/N, come over here we want to get a few pictures with you!” Joe yelled at you from across the set. You put down your glass of hot cocoa and awkwardly jogged over to the tiny mattress the four of your cast mates were cuddling on, a fluffy red blanket covering them. The photographer was waiting expectantly to the side as you stared at the already full mattress.

Well… guess it’ll be warmer there then just standing off to the side with your hot chocolate.

“Mary needs to lay by Freddie, I’m presuming?” you giggled as you climbed over the mass of bodies. Freddie laughed and nodded in response. Or was it Rami? Sometimes you really couldn’t tell.

You clumsily clambered into the bed, in-between Rami and Joe as Gwilym mumbled something about only having one ass cheek on the mattress.

When you were finally situated, the photographer climbed on his step stool and started taking pictures of you all. Joe kept cracking jokes, causing all of you to laugh and simultaneously push Gwil off the bed. (He was beginning to get fed up with your bullshit)

Joe, Rami, and Gwil finally rolled off the mattress once the photographer was done, leaving you and Ben still under the covers. You spread out a bit, looking over at Ben.

“I think I might stay here. I’m freezing,” you said, pulling the fluffy blanket up to your chin as another wave of chills is sent down your spine.

“It is quite cold in here, innit?” Ben spoke soon after, mimicking you and pulling the comforter up further on his body. You chewed the bottom of your lip as you looked at Ben, realizing that you were still cold.

You could lay here, under this thin blanket and freeze, or make your way closer to the other human body who seems to be radiating warmth that’s within arm’s distance from you.

It wouldn’t be weird, would it? I mean, you and Ben were best friends, practically family. You didn’t want to overthink it. So, on impulse, you rolled over and found your body pushed flush up against Ben, causing him to flinch in surprise.

“Sorry. I’m just really, really, cold,” you said, curling up into Ben’s chest. You couldn’t see, but Ben’s face was as red as the blanket you two were laying under. He tried to compose himself, and slowly wrapped his arm around you and rubbed your exposed arms.

“Jesus, you are cold.” Ben laughed out, his voice soft and smooth like caramel. It sent shivers down your spine, but you couldn’t really differentiate where your shivers were coming from.

Ben was like a radiator, generating the heat you so desperately needed. And after finally warming up, you found yourself falling asleep in his arms on a mattress in the middle of a busy set.

And you didn’t know, but his heart was pounding so hard he could feel it all the way in the tips of his toes.

You looked up to meet the soft look of admiration and something else in his eyes, but he wiped the grin off his face quickly when he noticed you were looking. You put your head on Ben’s chest, and he comfortingly rubbed your back, humming along to some song you’d never heard before.

The combination of all this had lulled you to sleep without a second thought.

It felt like months ago when this happened, but it was only last week. You shuddered at how time was passing in a fucked up, slow but also vividly fast way on the set of this movie. It was hard to explain. And you were too tired to try to explain.

Looking up at Ben’s piercing green eyes soften as you pleaded with him to stay would’ve been enough to make your knees go weak if you were standing. Thank God you weren’t.

Ben still stood there, his heartbreaking as his mind grazed over the events of the past few hours. You had really been through it. And he definitely didn’t want to say no to you and make you more upset after breaking up with your boyfriend and all.

Not that he would’ve even considered saying no in the first place.

He never liked him. From the way you talked about him, to the damper he put on your mood when he called, Ben just hated him. And he didn’t have to see him to just know he was a piece of shit.

Like… come on. Ben thought you were one of the most beautiful girls he had ever seen(but he hadn’t told you this, of course) and it outraged him that Y/BF/N had the nerve to treat you like you were disposable. Replaceable.

So, he knew he couldn’t leave. You were a fragile mess, mentally and physically. Both of you knew that the wrong tone of voice or too rough of touch would shatter you into a thousand tiny pieces for the second time today.

Ben walked around to the other side of the bed and slipped his shoes off, delicately placing them to the side as he slid under the sheets, furrowing his eyebrows at the sight of you trying to hold back tears again.

He moved up behind you, softly flipping you around to face him and he pulled you into his chest, allowing you to snuggle your face into his t-shirt. His long arms were wrapped around you, and the two of you couldn’t get closer than you were right at that moment.

You could smell the remnants of his last smoke break lingering on his shirt, and the smell of Ben that words couldn’t possibly describe, but it was just so authentically him. The tears that were leaking out of your eyes were making a wet spot, and if Ben couldn’t tell you were crying before, he could definitely tell now.

The two of you stayed like for a really long time. It was like you two needed each other in a really strange way. You were holding each other so desperately tight, trying to keep yourselves as close together as humanly possible. It was like you would be allergic to any space between you.

You’re not quite sure how long Ben had to sit there and watch you stir in agonizing pain, but it was for a long time. The sun had begun to send spots of light shooting across the dark sky, canceling out the bright white light of the moon.

It was laughable really, that you could compare yourself to the moon.

You had loved him a lot. So much so that you would extinguish yourself, water yourself down to allow him to shine. Just like the moon did every day for the sun at dawn. And you looked up at the bright white rock as she wistfully faded from existence and felt your consciousness start to fade as well.

The tears sliding down your cheeks littered with star-like freckles had ceased to exist, and Ben was lightly snoring above you, still holding you tight to stop you from breaking.

You lightly pulled your head back and admired the jawline of this blonde man laying in your bed, only memories of the galaxies in his eyes remaining in your head.

And you looked at him and wondered what would come of this. This. Whatever this was. Would he fade into the background of the other stars in the sky? Or perhaps become a new blinding sun?

You wanted nothing more than to run into his open arms and fall to pieces in his grasp but that would be going up against everything that you had promised yourself you wouldn’t do since you saw Cinderella for the first time.

You had already let one man uproot your entire existence, you didn’t want to make the same mistake again. (No matter how badly you wanted to)

You could only hope that tomorrow the dull ache in your chest would subside, and maybe you’d attempt to get everything that has to do with your life back on track. With one last look at the ball of light cuddling you to his chest, you let your heavy eyelids droop closed, pushing you into a deep, deep, sleep.

–

“Y/N? Love, wake up.”

You stirred gently, rubbing your eyes as you were slowly brought back to your senses. That had been one of the best but simultaneously worst sleeps you’ve ever had.

You finally opened your eyes enough to see Ben sitting cross-legged on the bad, eyes searching you with caution and worry, almost scared that you’ll break.

“Hi.” you croaked out, followed by a hoarse cough. You don’t think you’ve ever been this thirsty in your entire life.

“Here, drink some water it might help. You’re probably severely dehydrated.” Ben spoke. He sounded like an overbearing mom. But, you honestly didn’t mind it.

After downing the glass of water in silence, you finally looked up at Ben, and you could tell you looked like a mess. “Thank you for staying with me last night,” you felt your face flush red as you slowly remembered everything that took place, “I’m actually kind of embarrassed. I fell apart.” you uttered, your voice barely above a whisper. Ben’s eyebrows furrowed.

“Why would you be embarrassed? That assho-” Ben began, before pausing slightly, “that man waltzed in here and treated you like the scum on the bottom of his shoe. You had every right to react the way you did.” He took a deep breath, looking down at his hands in his lap.

The sun pouring through the gaps in the curtains behind him made him literally look like an angel- like seriously. You can’t make this shit up. The sun was creeping over his silhouette, leaving a gap of it’s light on the floor in the shape of his shadow.

“I just got out of a relationship not too long ago and I don’t think I’d still be breathing if it was half as violent as yours was,” he said breathily, picking at the pieces of lint on his sweatpants.

“I’m sorry.”

“Don’t say sorry, it’s not your fault. It was hers.”

You were skeptical about what happened, but also too scared to ask. If his breakup hurt half as bad as yours did, that was definitely a wound you didn’t want to open back up. But it seemed Ben could read your mind.

“She told me one day that she didn’t love me anymore. And spent a grand 15 minutes explaining why. Telling me everything I did wrong, what she didn’t like about me, what about me was an inconvenience to her,” he swallowed thickly, the silence in the room seeming to swallow the sound coming from his mouth whole, “and just like that, ten years of my life were down the drain.”

Ten years. Took you a second to regain your train of thought at that. Your longest relationship was 2 years and it just ended. You couldn’t imagine pouring everything you had into another person for ten years just for it to end. You physically grimaced at the thought.

“I’m really sorry you had to go through that,” you said, shattering the cloudy yet comfortable silence in the air yet again, “I can’t even imagine.”

“Yeah. Not the best experience of my life,” he sighed, and you could see the pain in the slight wrinkles on his forehead, “it’s what follows. The constant ‘what ifs’ and thinking about how inferior I am to everyone else, you know?”

You knew exactly what he meant. You nodded at his response quickly, cracking your neck as you tilted your head to the side. “It’s waking up every morning and wondering if you’re good enough.”

“Exactly.” he agreed, making a pointing gesture with his right hand, before continuing, “I don’t know if it’s any consolation, but I just wanted you to know I’ve been there. Not exactly- well- I mean- I haven’t been- you know-”

“Cheated on?” you finished sadly. He nodded slowly, studying your face.

“I just want you to know I’m here for you no matter what. I know we aren’t super close, but I have your back. You need me to go beat his ass? Give me a call. You need a shoulder to cry on? It must be your lucky day because I have two,” his speech made you giggle slightly, “I didn’t have anyone to help me deal with my breakup so if I could be any comfort, a confidant, whatever, I’d be glad to be there.”

You felt boiling hot tears well up in your eyes again, suddenly emotional at the idea that you weren’t as alone as you thought you were. You looked up to meet his eyes again and almost melted at the look on his face.

“Can I give you a hug?” you whimpered. A boyish grin slid its way onto his lips as he stood up, opening his arms. You practically threw yourself into his embrace, reveling in the way your face fit into his neck.

“Thank you for dropping everything for me. I know we aren’t extremely close either but… knowing I have someone is truly one of the most relieving feelings in the world.”

You could practically hear his smile.

Oddly, you took comfort in hearing the sad stories that Ben had previously kept hidden. After all, you were a writer, you took inspiration in people and stories and foundation’s of people and what made them tick.

You both sat there in completely comfortable silence, quietly enjoying just the company of another person who understands their pain, who knows what they’ve been through.

Ben momentarily glanced down at his phone, frowning as his eyes scanned a message on its fluorescent screen.

“I hate to be the bearer of bad news, but it looks as if we’re needed on set within the next ten minutes,” Ben spoke sheepishly.

You grimaced, the idea of human interaction and a long day of work was not the ideal choice for you right now. Nonetheless, Ben left and you were alone in your trailer once again.

Strangely, your heart was beginning to feel a little bit more whole than it did yesterday. Maybe a night of someone excluded from the situation was what you needed.

But looking in the mirror that day, you felt something in your stomach at the idea of going out to set and seeing Ben again.

You shook your head wildly as you brushed through your knotted hair. You couldn’t do this. To Ben, or yourself. This couldn��t be a rebound or whatever the hell it was called. Ben was too pretty, too sharply chiseled, too emotionally in tune. Too normal for you. He would never want to go after someone that traveled to hundreds of different countries and performed in skimpy costumes on stages in front of thousands of people. Would he?

As you locked your trailer door behind you that day, you slowly tried to push any and all emotions that were beginning to fester in the pits of your stomach far, far away. This was not the time, nor place for that.

Walking to set, you grabbed your phone out of your pocket to see 63 missed text messages from Lucy. Rami must’ve told her.

You quickly shot back a response, telling her to come down to set at 2, when you wrapped for the day, and you would meet for lunch and explain the whole thing. She agreed, and you felt your heart soar at the idea of spending the day with your best friend.

You stepped into the studio, already being swept into hair and makeup to start shooting again. You pushed everything that related to you inside, trying to step inside the brain of Mary again, just for a few hours.

Rami sat down beside you, grabbing your hand and squeezing it reassuringly. “How you feeling?” he muttered his words quietly, as not to draw attention.

“Good. I think. Good as I can be for the moment.”

“Guess that’ll have to do.” the man joked, eliciting a playful eye roll out of you, “but really, are you good today? I could talk to the director-”

“Rami,” you spoke sternly, locking eyes with him, “I’m okay. I promise.”

You were okay. And if you weren’t okay now, you would be. And that was all the affirmation you needed to hear.

–

“I swear to god. I’m gonna kill him. I’m going to show up at his house at 2 in the morning, and kill him!”

“Luc, I appreciate the enthusiasm, really I do,” you bit your bottom lip as you spoke, “but I can’t have my best friend going to jail. I need your support.”

Lucy threw her head back in laughter, dipping one of her chicken nuggets in the shared cup of ranch between you two.

“I know I keep saying it, but you deserve so much better than that piece of dog shit, Y/N,” Lucy spoke yet again, munching thoughtfully on her fried piece of chicken.

“I know I know…” you hesitated slightly, not sure if you should tell her the other thing, “Lucy, there’s something else.”

She cocked her left eyebrow as she shoved a few french fries in her mouth. “Go on, I’m listening.”

“So I fell asleep on Ben’s shoulder after the whole ordeal and he carried me to his trailer and…” you trailed off, studying Lucy’s facial expression. She gasped so loud the couple sitting to the right of you stared at her disapprovingly.

She coughed, slightly choking on a french fry.

“You slept with Ben?!” she exclaimed in a sharp whisper. Your jaw fell open as your eyes widened.

“What? No, oh my god no. I asked him to stay with me and we kind of… um… cuddled?”

“Shut up. SHUT UP!”

“SHHHHHHH,” you laughed at your best friend who was about to bounce off the walls with her excitement, “it’s not that big of a deal.”

“Oh yeah, you spending an entire night cuddling with the man you can’t stop talking about ‘isn’t a big deal.”

“It’s not! He was just making sure I was okay,” you weren’t sure who you were trying to convince more. Lucy, or yourself.

“Mhm. Yeah. Definitely what it sounds like.”

You rolled your eyes at her, chomping down on a crunchy piece of lettuce in the salad in front of you. “Listen Y/N, all I’m saying is that Ben is a good guy. I’ve known him for a long time, and if you’re gonna take a gamble on anyone, it should be him.”

“Lucy, I told you I’m not dating anyone for the forseeable future. I got enough pain from the breakup yesterday to last me a lifetime.”

You physically shivered at the thought of yesterday, quickly trying to shove it out of your mind.

“Well, whatever happens, I’m here for you either way. I’ve got your back baby.” Lucy said, reaching over and grabbing your hand. You smiled at her. How did you get lucky enough to have such an amazing best friend?

“I think tonight calls for a face mask while watching shitty movies and eating even shittier food,” Lucy said nonchalantly, taking a sip from the sickly sweet bubble tea on the table.

“I agree.”

“So it’s settled!” she spoke giddily, clapping her hands in excitement, “Girls night!”

You couldn’t help but feel the same giddiness. After all, it was practically radiating off of her. Tonight would be good! A nice, calm night in with your favorite girl in the world and nothing could mess that up.

Or so you thought.

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[ @dib-adrift @son-of-an-invader ]

“So you have everything, right?”

“Of course, Stardust,” Dek told Midge. “I double checked everything.”

“But did you triple check everything, Captain?” Zim asked, his arms folded tightly against his chest.

“What is that supposed to mean?” Dek asked.

“Guys, we’re gonna be fine!” Dib reassured their smaller mates. He walked over and gave each of them a sweet kiss. “We brought everything we could possibly need. Besides, it’s unlikely it’s anything really dangerous. If it was it would have like...I don’t know, tore my legs off by now.”

Midge laughed, even in her exasperation. “That is not a comforting thought.”

Dek gave Dib a reprimanding poke. “Dib’s right. We’ll be fine. If anything does go awry we know who to call.” He also gave both Midge and Zim a kiss each. “But I’m pretty certain we can handle this.”

Zim accepted both kisses happily, but even now he was still looking back and forth between Dek and Dib. He, of course, trusted his mates. He knew both Dib and Dek were extremely capable. But still he couldn’t help but worry. In the past Dib was prone to injury on his little adventures, and after almost losing him he didn’t like the thought of going through that again. But he knew he could trust Dek to protect the human should something come up.

“Just...be safe. If either of you die Zim will kill you,” Zim grumbled. Midge giggled next to him.

“We’ll be sure not to die, then,” Dek said.

The woods was a thirty minute walk, which Dek didn’t mind. All the supplies they needed fit perfectly into his pseudo-PAK, which included some camping gear in case they decided to stay the night in the woods. It wasn’t heavy at all, thanks to the PAK’s technology. Also, listening to Dib ramble helped quite a bit.

“I can’t believe we’re finally doing this!” Dib said, bouncing with his steps. “I’ve been scouting the area for a while, but all I’ve gathered is that’s it’s super fast. Like it moves like a shadow and one minute it’s there and then POOF! Gone!” He blepped up at Dek. “What do you think it is? Oh my god, what if it’s another werewolf?!”

Dek chuckled. “I’m not too sure what it could be. I mostly just want to make sure it’s not dangerous. As long as it doesn’t bother any of us or our neighbors, I’ll be happy to coexist.” He blushed a little at the blep. So cute.

“Eh. It’s most likely fine. If it was dangerous, I feel like it would have tried something by now,” Dib said thoughtfully. “But still! New discovery!”

“It is pretty exciting.” Mostly exciting because Dib’s enthusiasm was extremely infectious.

Once they entered the woods, Dib brought out his tablet. “So whatever this thing is, it gives off a weird sort of energy. Like...not dark really. But...shadowy?”

Dek rose a brow. “Wouldn’t dark be the same as shadowy?”

Dib shook his head. “Dark is more like...bad. Evil, even. This one just feels, shadowy. Like still dark but not...evil.” He hummed thoughtfully. “Voidy might be a better word.”

“Voidy?” Dek asked. He wasn’t sure what that meant, but it was a relief to know that this weird entity Dib had found in the woods wasn’t nefarious. Still, he kept his guard up as they traveled deeper into the trees.

“Maybe it’s something from the void? It wouldn’t surprise me, seeing as the multiverse is all messed up anyway. Maybe it got knocked out during one of Dwicky’s onslaughts.” Dib halted his rambling at that thought, his face falling into a frown for a moment. He was furious about Dwicky getting away. He didn’t blame Addie, he was just angry that that little vermin managed to wiggle his way out of getting what he deserved. However, he quickly shook it off. This was a fun time with Dek.

Dek noticed the sudden tension in Dib’s shoulders when he mentioned Dwicky, and he couldn’t blame him at all. Even if the former High Chancellor didn’t have the power he once had, he was still a threat. He still had that collider, and Harmonia at his side, and whoever was still loyal him (or mind controlled. Or both.) “We’ll get him,” Dek said, reaching over and taking the human’s hand. “But, for now, let’s focus on your new friend. Where did you see him last?”

Dib brightened up again at the mention of their mission at hand. “It was east of here, closer to the clearing where you can hear the river.” He looked down at his tablet, his eyes widening. “Um...Dek?”

Dek smiled right back, his insides warming pleasantly at seeing Dib in brighter spirits. However he became concerned when the human sounded nearly fearful. “What? What’s wrong?”

“...It’s heading right toward us.”

Dek balked, but remained calm as he made his way to stand closer to Dib. He surveyed the area. “How far?”

Dib didn’t answer for a long time. How could this thing be so fast?! “...Right behind us.”

Dek whirled around, keeping a protective stance close to Dib. The human had just fully recovered. He was not about to allow him to get injured like that again. He tensed when he came face to face with what most definitely looked like a shadow in the trees, large and swooping, with two large, glowing red eyes. The creature moved closer, and Dek couldn’t help the deep, protective snarl that escaped him. The figure looked like it had...wings?

“Holy shit,” Dib gasped. “Holy shit it’s fucking Mothman.” His heart fluttered with excitement. There’d been plenty of times he’d thought he’d gotten so close to catching his favorite cryptid on tape, but every time he’d been left with nothing but footage of strange shadows and a whole much of black feathers. He grabbed onto Dek’s shoulders and shook him a bit. “Dek it’s Mothman I need my camera!”

Dek’s defensive mood lost it’s momentum when Dib began to shake him a little out of excitement. His mouth quirked up in a small smile as he opened the compartment of his PAK that the camera was sitting in. “It’s in there.”

Dib made a noise that was a combination of a hum and a squee, pulling the camera out from Dek’s PAK. He found the correct settings he needed (and made sure the lens cap was off) before pointing the camera in Mothman’s direction. “This is Dib Membrane here, of Universe 1021-G. I’m here with Captain Dek Denivar of Team Nebula and we have found the one, the only, Mothman.”

Mothman’s eyes squinted, and his fuzzy antennae gave a little twitch. “Awfully presumptuous to assume there’s only one of us, don’t you think?”

Dek very nearly lost it. He always found it attractive when others were so excited and passionate when it came to their interests. And the way Dib was acting was incredibly cute. However, his attention was stolen from his mate when the cryptid in front of them began speaking. “That’s...unexpected,” he said with wide eyes.

Dib very nearly squealed again. “Oh my god you can talk?! OH MY GOD MOTHMAN CAN TALK OH MY GOD. Wait...AND THERE’S MORE OF YOU?!”

Mothman tilted his head, looking a strange combination of curious and annoyed. And yet...there was something else there, too. “Of course we can talk. Just because someone isn’t humanoid doesn’t mean they can’t communicate.” Mothman fluttered a little closer, his gaze roving over Dib. “And, yes, there are many, many of my kind. Though, there is only one me.” His antennae gave a sassy waggle.

Dek folded his arms. So far all Mothman had done was talk to them. If he was going to attack he probably would have done it by now. Still, the captain continued to stay on his guard, especially when the cryptid moved uncomfortably close to his human mate. A growl of warning escaped his throat.

“This is amazing! Oh my God I can’t wait to show the other Dibs!” He laughed a little nervously at Mothman getting so close to him, but didn’t think much of it. Perhaps cryptids just didn’t understand personal space? “Can you tell us more? Do you have names? Communities?” Gasp! “Are there baby Mothmen?!”

Mothman chuckled at the human’s enthusiasm. So different from any others he’d encountered in the past. Typically people screamed and ran away as fast as possible. “I have a name, but it does not translate well into any language I have come across as of yet. As for communities, for the most part we are solitary creatures, only grouping together when it comes time for mating season.” He gave another flutter and zoom, floating around Dib. “Our young hatch from eggs and are pretty much on their own from the very beginning. You can imagine things get rather...lonely.” He leaned in close to Dib’s face, hoping he was being obvious.

If he wasn’t being obvious to Dib, the display was not lost on Dek. His growling became louder. “I’m sure it must be. Maybe you should rethink the system.” And get your fluffy, feathery ass away from him.

Dib laughed again. This Mothman was acting really weird. If Dib didn’t know better he would say the cryptid was flirting with him. “Maybe you should. I mean...the Irkens eventually did! And it worked out really well for them!” The Irkens he’d met here, anyway. The Irk from his universe never even seemed interested in a revolution, but he supposed he didn’t really know.

Mothman chuckled. “I am unfamiliar with what ‘Irkens’ are. But I agree that our way of doing things is a bit...cumbersome.” He fluttered again, coming behind Dib to whisper in his ear. “Perhaps you could come back to my nest and give me some...suggestions on how it can be improved?”

Dek gave the loudest snarl yet, the sound echoing through the trees. He was about ready to tear this overgrown bug to shreds, but he didn’t want to risk rushing in head first and Dib getting hurt. “He’s not leaving with you,” he snapped, glaring daggers at Mothman.

Dib blushed furiously at the offer. It was...definitely not what he had anticipated when meeting Mothman, but he also knew that a younger (and single) version of himself probably wouldn’t have turned the offer down. He cleared his throat. “Um, thanks but...I’m pretty happily taken.” He pointed to Dek. “He’s one of my mates.”

Mothman’s antennae twitched in thought as he looked between both Dib and Dek. After a long while he gave a very disappointed sigh. “I see. I was wondering what that poignant smell in the air was. And now I know.” He pulled away from Dib like a retreating shadow, looking over at Dek. “I mean no harm to you and yours. I merely mean to occupy this area until it is time to migrate. I hope we may coexist on amicable terms.” With that the creature gave what looked like a bow before disappearing into the night.

Dek watched Mothman closely, but once the cryptid put some distance between him and Dib, Dek felt less volatile. He gave Mothman a nod at his request, watching as he flew away. Then he turned to Dib. “Are you alright?”

Dib was still staring at the spot where Mothman had been, looking dumbfounded. “...Mothman just hit on me.”

Dek snorted. “Yes...yes he did.” And if he knows what’s good for him, he’ll never try that again.

Dib continued to vibrate with excitement for quite sometime before looking over at his mate. He took in the tense shoulders, the deep frown, and grumpy tone. “Aw, were you jealous, Dek?” he asked with a smirk.

Dek scoffed. “No. Why would I be jealous of an overgrown bird-bug thing?”

Dib laughed, walking over to Dek and grabbing onto the lapels of his leather jacket. It wasn’t even cold out, but Dek seemed as attached to his jacket as Dib was to his trench coat. “You’re a cute grump,” he said, leaning forward to capture the hybrid’s lips in a quick kiss. When he pulled away he looked up at the sky, beyond the canopy of the trees. It really was a lovely night. “Guess we don’t need to camp after all, huh?” He couldn’t help the disappointment that leaked into his tone.

Dek nearly protested at being called cute. He was a lot of things and cute wasn’t one of them. But he found any complaints silenced when Dib kissed him. He would admit that he was quite the sucker for his mates. And when that look of disappointment came across the human’s face Dek knew he had to do whatever he could to make sure Dib smiled again. “Just because we don’t need to doesn’t mean we can’t,” Dek told him. “I mean, we did bring all the supplies. Why not use it?”

Dib beamed and kissed Dek again, this time a little more fiercely. “You’re the best!”

Dek chuckled. “Don’t let Zim and Midge hear you say that.”

“No, you see, you’re all three the best. So it’s fair.” He gave another blep before grabbing Dek’s hand. “Now come on! Let’s find a spot to set up camp!”

They found a clearing with some good, flat ground, which also had a beautiful view of the night sky above. Dek pulled the supplies from his PAK and the two of them began building up the campsite. They struggled with the tent for a good few minutes before they said fuck it, opting to just huddle in their sleeping bags for the night.

“I haven't camped out in a long time,” Dib said, staring up at the millions of stars in awe. “I think the last time was...about five years ago? Six?” He shrugged. “Anyway I found out Zim was planning something outside of town, so I followed him out there to see what he was up to. Camped out nearly the whole night waiting for him to show up.” He laughed. “I found out later that the big laser of doom was just another tactic to get my attention.”

Dek nodded. “Salvis at it's finest,” he said, his gaze fixed on the ground.

Dib didn't miss the nervousness and smiled. “For the record you didn't do too bad. I'm just...not the brightest sometimes.” And it had been a while since anyone had tried to woo him. He couldn't be faulted too much for not knowing.

“I didn't even know I was doing it,” Dek said. “It was like with Midge all over again. Both of us trying to court the other and being oblivious to it. Same could be said of me and Zim.”

“That reminds me I think Midge owes me money,” Dib said thoughtfully.

Dek raises a brow. “For?”

“Um...nothing.”

“Uh huh.”

They were silent for just a beat before bursting into laughter. How strange it was, how the stars aligned, how in two different lifetimes they'd found each other in different ways.

“You know...Addie actually told me...how it was before,” Dib said, “the original timeline, I guess.” He looked up at Dek, his hand taking hold of Dek's. “It sounded...nice. But...I think this is nicer.” There were still people he missed, of course, but he knew there was no bringing them back. It was better to hold on to what he had now. What he'd found.

Dek's sydark jumped erratically as he listened to Dib speak, finding himself lost in the human's gaze. His golden eyes gleamed in the firelight, even beyond the goggles. He briefly wondered if that was why Mothman had been drawn to him, because despite his typical dark aesthetic, Dib was fire. Bold and bright and passionate. Warm and alluring. And Dek couldn't help but get closer.

“I think so, too,” the hybrid whispered before completely closing the distance between them.

Dib inhaled sharply, pressing forward into the kiss immediately. He turned his body more to face Dek better, his hands coming up to cling to the Captain's jacket again. His face began to heat up in a way that had nothing to do with the fire, his heart already racing. He boldly parted his lips, giving silent permission.

Dek took that opportunity with no hesitation, his hands coming up to cup the human's face as he slipped his tongue into Dib's mouth. He hummed with approval as their tongues moved against each other, savoring the heat and the taste of...cinnamon? Very spicy cinnamon. Like Red Hot candies. It was a strong contrast from Midge's soft, sweet peppermint, but definitely no less enticing. A deep growl rumbled from his throat, and he pulled away just enough to give Dib's lips a good nibble before diving back in.

Dib let his hands roam, pulling Dek ever closer. He nearly whimpered when the hybrid pulled away, ready to pull him back. But then Dek's teeth lightly dragged across his bottom lip and he gave a soft moan. It was like electricity, a tiny shock to his system that spurred him to practically crawl into Dek's lap as the fervent kisses continued.

This time Dek did pull away, though not too far, his forehead resting against Dib's. His hands settled on the human's hips as he struggled to catch his breath and get his thoughts together. He didn't know how far this would go, and he had to make sure. “Is...is this okay?”

Dib gave a growl of impatience at being deprived of Dek's mouth for even a few moments. What was the problem? Then he heard the hybrid's words, his initial irritation ebbing away. He knew he couldn't expect Dek to be as in sync with him as Zim was, and it was very sweet for the captain to check on him. However… “It's more than okay,” Dib told him, leaning forward and giving Dek's mouth short, sweet kisses. “I’ll tell you if I need to stop, okay?” Another few soft kissed along the hybrid’s jaw. “Trust me.”

Though the kisses were small, they were unbelievably tantalizing. Dek found his grip tightening on Dib’s hips, a deep purr reverberating from his chest. His eyes fell shut as the kisses moved to his jaw, savoring the human’s warm lips and breath against his skin. He wasn’t sure how much he could hold back, until Dib said those last two words. Then there was no way he could hold back, at all. He growled possessively, pulling Dib back in for another deep, passionate kiss as he pulled the human’s coat off along with his own jacket. Carefully he moved them to the sleeping bags, using his PAK legs to maintain balance. He gently place Dib onto the soft fabric before pushing him onto his back.

Dib gave a muffled yelp of surprise as he was lifted, which melted into a pleasant hum as Dek laid him out on the sleeping bags. His arm wrapped around the hybrids back, slipping downward to toy with the hem of his shirt. He wanted to take it off, but he wasn't sure how all of it fit around Dek's pseudo-PAK. He didn't want to damage anything.

Dek felt those lithe fingers along his shirt, and could take a good guess as to what Dib wanted. Without pulling away from their kissing, Dek reach behind him and hit a button and the PAK, releasing the hookups from his body. He placed it somewhere safe nearby, careful to make sure it wasn't going to suddenly be damaged by anything. He pulled away from Dib for just a second and smirked, glancing at the humans hands along his shirt. “There. You're welcome.”

Dib snorted, wasting no more time in pulling Dek shirt off. “And I thought Zim was full of himself,” he teased, even though his face colored as he looked Dek over. He wasn't just taller than Zim, he was also broader with more pronounced muscles. He swallowed thickly. Fuck.

“Why wouldn't I be full of myself? I have a lot going for me,” Dek said, taking Dib's pause as an opportunity to divest the human of his shirt as well. The fire hit the human's skin in the most breathtaking way, highlighting the curves of his lean muscles, nearly turning him as coppery-gold as his eyes. Dek took a moment to run a hand down Dib's chest, his abs, all the way down to the trail of hair that lead beneath his jeans. The hybrid growled, leaning down to nuzzle and nip at Dib's throat, “Including that I have you right where I want you.”

Dib gasped at the attention to his neck, arching into Dek’s touches. He gave a whimpering moan at the wandering hand along his waistband, his arms coming up and wrap around the hybrid’s back, clinging to his shoulders. His pants were already uncomfortably tight, and he was desperate for any touch he could get. “Dek,” he pleaded through ragged breath.

Dek smirked a little at the way Dib said his name, biting at the human’s neck a little harder. It would probably leave a mark. Nothing the human wasn’t already used to. He slipped his hand just barely beneath Dib’s jeans. “Tell me what you want, Dib,” he said, his voice vibrating with a deep purr.

Dib moaned again at the bite, his blunt nails digging into Dek’s skin. He arched again, this time rolling his hips upward against the hybrid. “I...want you,” Dib stammered. “I want you to take me. To touch me. Dek, please.”

Dek purred louder at the begging, grinding his hips back against the humans, the friction sending his mind reeling. He had to hold himself back from literally ripping the boy’s pants off. He sat up a little, looking back over Dib’s body and licking his lips. The human had several scars, including the large one from where he’d been impaled. Most of the others looked to be from bites and scratches. Not at all surprising. There were also a few moles and something that looked like a birthmark. Dek was certain he could spend hours exploring the human’s body and never get enough. “You’re stunning,” he murmured, deftly unbuttoning Dib’s jeans before pulling down the zipper. He slipped his fingers beneath the waist band, ensuring to take the boxers off along with the jeans.

Dib felt his entire body heat up at the way Dek was looking at him. Those eyes glimmered with desire, the green appearing as dark as the forest trees, the amaranth becoming more deep magenta. Dek’s skin was nearly flawless, with scars along his right shoulder and down his torso. The human made a mental note to ask about them, later. Dib’s heart raced as he felt those nimble fingers unfasten his jeans, gasping as the night air hit his now exposed erection. However, he suddenly remembered that his boots were still on - and thus in the way.

Dek, however, was already ahead of him. He left Dib’s jeans at his knees for now, taking a moment to kiss and bite the boy’s inner thigh teasingly. He then made quick work of unlacing Dib’s boots and pulling them off, tossing them almost haphazardly. He didn’t care where they landed, just as long as they could find them in the morning. He then finished pulling the pants the rest of the way off, taking a moment to admire the human’s now naked form. He settled between Dib’s legs, trailing his hand up the human’s thigh before gripping his swollen member, using his thumb to teasingly spread the precum along the tip before slowly pumping his hand up and down.

Dib whined at the kisses and bites, shifting a little impatiently. Yet, he moved his leg just a bit to give Dek more access if the hybrid wanted it. Dib wanted any and every touch he could get. He shuddered as he his pants and boots were finally removed, leaving him completely bare to Dek. There was that look again, almost possessive and nearly radiating lust. Dib was certain his heart was going to burst from his chest. It had been one thing to be wanted by one person, but by another, by three, it was something he had never fathomed. And yet here was Dek, one of his three, incredible mates, gazing at him like he was some coveted prized he had won.

Dib nearly choked when Dek took hold of his cock, immediately raising his hips to meet those delectable movements. Dek’s hand was far softer than he had anticipated, and the hybrid used just the right amount of pressure as he slid his hand up and down. “Fuck, yes,” Dib breathed, throwing his head back, continuing to move his hips along with Dek’s hand.

Dek leaned forward, having to adjust his hand on Dib’s cock as he did so. He took Dib’s chin with his free hand, moving the human’s face. “Look at me, Dib,” he commanded. He waited for the human to obey before lifting the gold rimmed goggled to the top of Dib’s head. He then increased his rhythm on the human’s cock, rewarding him for his good behavior.

It was rare that Dib felt small, but laying beneath the hybrid like this, those two different colored eyes boring into his, he couldn’t help but feel vulnerable and fragile. Yet at the same time he felt safe, protected. His chest felt tight at all the emotions swirling in Dek’s eyes. “I love you-” He barely got the words out before he cried out as Dek’s hand began to move faster. One his hands moved behind Dek’s head, bringing him down for a sloppy, desperate kiss. He whimpered wantonly into Dek’s mouth, that tightness in his gut already building embarrassingly quickly, but there was no holding it back. “Dek, I - Ah!” He cut off with loud keen, his back arching as he came into Dek’s hand, spilling himself all over his abdomen.

Dek kissed Dib back with just as much fervor, purring deeply at all the tantalizing noises the human was making. His free hand tangled into Dib’s thick, black hair, tugging at the ends a bit. He could tell the boy was getting close by how his hands clung to Dek, how his movements became erratic. Dek couldn’t help but feel smug about the high pitched noise the human made as he came, leaning forward to try to hide his face in the human’s neck, completely unworried about the mess on Dib’s torso. “I love you, too,” he whispered sincerely, dragging his tongue along the human’s jaw. He sat up a bit so he could look at Dib’s flushed and sweaty face. His own desire was overpowering, and he was certain the pants he was wearing made it no secret. “Do you still want me to take you? Or was that enough for now?”

Dib sighed at feeling Dek’s tongue along his skin, smiling as he uttered that sweet response to his declaration. He chest seemed to swell with happiness and love. It was sweet that the captain was being so careful, Dib knew what he wanted. “I told you I’d tell you when I wanted to stop, right? I don’t remember saying stop,” Dib told him, trying to make his voice sound as seductive as possible. However, he wrinkled his nose, the cold, sticky feeling on his belly suddenly becoming very obtrusive. “Um...maybe clean me up a bit first?”

Dek chuckled. “Of course,” he said, leaning down to kiss Dib’s cheek softly. He reached for his PAK, ensuring to put as little distance between himself and Dib as possible, and pulled out a towel so he could hastily wiped Dib off. He sat it somewhere nearby, knowing he was going to have to use it again. He looked over Dib once more, his hand caressing from the humans knees to along his thighs, spreading his legs. At this point he wasn’t sure if the noise he was making was a growl or a purr. Nor did he really care as he pulled down his pants, releasing his own erection.

Dib had to admit, he’d been wondering what Dek would look like down there for while, being a hybrid, and all. There was a bit of surprise and relief at seeing that it was the same as an Irken’s, except it was purple, and just a little bigger than Zim’s. He swallowed thickly as he looked the hybrid up and down, admiring the broadness of his shoulders and muscles, how the firelight made his green skin glow ethereally, how his hips curved slightly. He could already feel himself growing hard again. “Fuck, Dek,” he said softly.

Dek smiled down at Dib, sliding his hands under the human’s thighs and pulling him closer. He hadn’t thought to bring lube, but Dek’s natural lubricant would hopefully suffice. He carefully lined himself up with Dib’s entrance, looking up to meet the human’s gaze. “Remember to tell me to stop if you need to, alright?”

“Dek. I promise I will,” Dib told him, impatience bleeding into his tone. “Just...please. I want you.”

Dek nodded, deciding not to waste another moment. He began to enter, slowly, the shape of his member and the natural lubricant making it a little easier than expected. Still, Dek didn’t want to take any chances of hurting his mate, so he took his time, pulling out some and pushing back in, going deeper every time.

It had been while since Dib had been taken like this, and even so Zim was smaller than Dek. The hybrid’s shaft already being wet helped, but feeling himself slowly being stretch stole Dib’s breath, and he winced at the initial spike of pain. For the first time since they’d started he was thankful for Dek going slow, giving him time to get used to the captain’s size. Once Dek was fully sheathed inside him, Dib reach up to grip his shoulders tightly. “Fuck,” he breathed, his thighs already trembling. But he already wanted more. “Dek, I’m literally begging you not to stop.”

Dek’s eyes slipped shut and he gave a soft chitter as he felt his and Dib’s hips connect. The human was so tight, so hot. He wasn’t sure if he’d experienced a sensation like this before with previous partners. His hands moved to grip Dib’s hips, unable to restrain his claws from digging in. It wasn’t like the human wasn’t used to a little rough play, anyway. Dek was then even more encouraged by Dib’s desperate words, and leaned down to nip at the human’s jaw and throat as he pulled back before thrusting back in, setting a steady rhythm.

Dib moaned loudly, the sound seeming to echo along the trees of the woods. He couldn’t care less if anyone heard him, whether it be cryptid or human. All he cared about was this moment with Dek, his new mate, at feeling the captain move inside him. Dek’s thrusts were controlled but powerful, hitting him deeply every time. Dib couldn’t help but wonder what it would have been like to be fucked by Dek in his werewolf form, before his mind went completely blank as the hybrid hit his prostate. “Fuck, Dek!”

Dek growled in satisfaction, making sure to aim his thrusts in the same spot at that one. His claws sank a little deeper into Dib’s hips. He’d apologize later for breaking the skin. “Dib,” he rumbled in the human’s ear.

Dib began to move his hips in time with Dek’s thrusts, still yearning for more. “Harder. Please, harder,” he panted, feeling his second climax beginning to rise.

Dek didn’t hesitate to deliver on Dib’s request, increasing the force of his thrusts without changing the speed. He groaned, feeling close to his own release. Dib was warm and responsive and it was driving him absolutely mad. Dek removed one of his hands from Dib’s hip, taking hold of the human’s member again, stroking in time with his thrusts. He swore in Irken, unable to restrain himself any longer as he sank his teeth into Dib’s shoulder with a snarl, spilling himself inside the human.

Dib moaned with abandoned at the harder thrusts, feeling each one hit the right spot every time. He called out Dek’s name over and over, practically screaming, his voice becoming even more high pitched when the captain began giving his cock attention again. He was a babbling mess, feeling so close to the edge. Dek biting into his shoulder became his undoing, and he arched his back at an almost impossible angle he cried out, feeling himself release across his stomach for the second time that night.

Dek unlatched his teeth from Dib, catching his breath as he came down from his post-orgasm euphoria. He sat up shakily, pulling out of human before his member slid back inside him. The bite had definitely broken the skin, and Dek couldn’t help but frown worriedly. “Um...sorry.”

Dib was dazed, enjoying the temporary mind fog as a breeze cooled off his sweat soaked skin. His mind cleared at Dek’s apology, and he had to really think to figure out why the hell the hybrid would be doing that. Once it hit him he laughed. “Trust me. You have nothing to apologize for,” he said with grin. “Besides. I’m used to it.” Blep.

Dek snorted, leaning down and kissing Dib’s forehead. “So no complaints?”

“Tch. You kidding? I think my only complaint is that it took us this long to get here.” He leaned up and gave Dek and quick kiss on the mouth. “Was...I up to your standards?” He knew Dek had been with others before Midge, but the captain hadn’t been with a human. Also it was still hard not to feel a little self-conscious around his loved ones. Especially Dek, who seemed to never experience any hint of self worth issues ever.

Dek purred at the compliment, very happy that he’d satisfied his partner. What he wasn’t happy about was Dib suddenly feeling insecure. He leaned down and nuzzled against the human’s face reassuringly. “You were phenomenal.”

Dib blushed, nuzzling back. “Thanks. Hey, uh...you think we both can fit in this sleeping bag?”

Dek rose a brow, sitting up completely so he could reach for the towel to clean them both up. The sleeping bag wasn’t too small, but two people in it would definitely be a tight fit. “Eh. We’ll manage,” the captain said with a grin.

After an awkward few moments they’d managed to fit into the sleeping bag together, only replacing their pants beforehand. Dek had insisted, saying if they had to leave suddenly he didn’t want to be running through the woods naked. Dib almost teased him about not being worried about that earlier, but just laughed quietly. Dek was strong and intimidating at times, but when he was flustered or being a little too serious Dib could only describe him as cute. He snuggled against the hybrid, tucking his head under Dek’s chin.

Dek wrapped his arms around Dib protectively, giving the area one last quick scan. He could never be too careful. He began petting the back of Dib’s head, his hand slipping down the human’s neck to the chain that held his Orok. “I should remake us all some new ones,” he said offhandedly. He immediately blushed. “If, uh...if you wanted that, that is.”

Dib laughed again, leaning up a little to kiss Dek’s jaw. “I would like that a lot, actually. And I think Zim and Midge would, too. Gotta show the universe who we all belong to, yeah?”

Dek kissed the top of Dib’s head, undeterred by how sweaty his hair was now. “And who all belongs to us,” he added. It was how it worked, after all. He was his mates as much as they were his. “Dib…” He paused, closing his eyes. The cautious part of him still wanted to hesitate, to wait. But he was slowly learning to ignore that. He’d feared getting close to people for far, far too long. The future was never promised. All they had was now. “I want you forever,” he murmured, the Irken phrase almost muffled by Dib’s hair.

Dib felt his heart jump at that, his face breaking into a bright smile. He wrapped his arms around Dek’s waist and closed his eyes. “I am forever yours, Captain,” Dib replied.

Dek waited until Dib was fast asleep before succumbing himself, lulled by the feeling of the humans gently heart beat against his only slightly faster sydark.

#north star = drift dib #**orange you glad**#dek x dib

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distant-rose-archive-blog · 7 years

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LOVED your fic recs! You mentioned that you had runner-ups, what are they? I'm curious because we have similar fic tastes and I've read most on your list.

Thanks mate! I’m glad you appreciated that and yes, I was originally going to post 15 fics, but I cut it down to 10 because I’m a lazy bastard. The following are honorable mentions to my treasure trove (or part two, view it anyway you want.)

Make a Wish by AcrobatElle

Rated: E

Noted Features: Wish Realm!AU, Canon Divergence (Season 6), Wish Realm Fix It, Older!Killian, Porn with Feelings

Author’s Description: Stuck in the Enchanted Forest after her wish was granted, Emma seeks out Killian. She doesn’t expect what she finds.

Rose’s Review: If I were a bigger cunt than I already am, I would just download this fic and sent it to A&E and be like “See this? This is what you should have done you bloody fucking wankers instead of going for the laugh!” (I’m not bitter I promise.) This isn’t just amazingly crafted Captain Swan smut, it’s amazingly crafted Captain Swan smut that rips out your heart and makes you weep for Wish!Hook because he’s just so unhappy but so gracious and in love with Emma (all Killians are in love with all Emma’s, let’s just face it). He really could have been bitter but he’s just so accepting and encouraging of Emma and his main verse self that it makes you want to curl in a corner with a bottle of rosé and weep to “White Flag” by Dido. It doesn’t make you cry because it’s angsty, it makes you cry because they just fucking love each other so much and Wish!Hook kinda gets the raw deal because he has no Emma of his own. He arguably doesn’t really exist but you still feel bad because despite the fact he was unhappy that doesn’t mean he didn’t have a good heart. Ugh. Just read it and have feels.

Put me in coach, I’m ready to play by killians-dimples

Rated: T

Noted Features: Modern!AU, PR!Emma, Athlete!Killian, Baseball & Killian

Author’s Description: PR Director Emma Swan moves to Pittsburgh intent on restarting her life. But playboy shortstop Killian Jones is making her job a hell of a lot harder with his antics.

Rose’s Review: Guys, baseball and Killian is my absolute weakness. I’m completely gaga for baseball player Killian. I honestly got a lot of Bull Durham and For the Love of the Game vibes from this (I don’t know if the author watches Kevin Costner baseball movies, but I sure as hell do because those are the only good Kevin Costner movies there are) with a twist of Trouble With the Curve (I love baseball movies, shut up!). This is unfinished and I seriously want to see where BK goes with it because I love it so and the tension between Killian and Emma is just getting started. As for usual, Killian is a hot mess with a heart of gold and Emma is the hard ass who is working to put him in line. There’s only a few chapters to this (and a super awesome smutty one-shot here: [LINK]) but I do love the tenderness displayed between them when they’re just hanging out and watching the Home Shopping Network. BK does an actually incredible job of giving Killian an air of loneliness without bluntly saying he’s a lonely guy during a scene where he’s having a conversation with a telemarketer he’s on friendly terms with. Before you even read Emma’s thoughts on the subject, it really just strikes you that this version of Killian has no meaningful relationships outside of David and Robin. I really hope she revisits it but it’s only five chapters in and I fucking love it.

Walking in a Straight Line by msgenevieve

Rated: M

Noted Features: Modern!AU, Drunk Kiss, UST, Slow Burn-ish (because they’re idiots), Roommates!Captain Swan, Lawyer!Killian

Author’s Description: It’s one of the oldest stories in the book. Two old friends have a few too many drinks, two old friends share a kiss. Happens all the time, right? But what happens when only one of them actually remembers it?

Rose’s Review: Technically this isn’t finished but where the author left off makes for a decent enough ending. This fic really pulls at you with the sexual tension and angst between Killian and Emma to the point where when they finally happened, I literally cheered in my seat and basically made a scene on the bus I was on. They’re so frustrating in this story and the rest of the cast (especially Mary Margaret and David) are notably agitated by it as well, which makes the ending result very satisfying. I am actually amazed that David and MM were friends with them for so long and just didn’t lock them in a room one day so they would finally just break all the damn tension. Walsh is positively wicked in this fic, knows all of Emma’s weaknesses and plays on them so well that you can’t help but flinch when he all but metaphorically stabs her and twists the knife. Killian is almost as much as an emotional mess as Emma is and the weight of his emotions is crushing, but not to the point where you start to hate Emma (which has happened to me with some fics.) All and all, the ending is worth the amount of emotional torture this fic puts you through.

Stardust in Your Skin by midwestwind

Rated: T

Noted Features: Soulmates!AU, One Shot

Author’s Description: Emma Swan may believe in magic and curses and fairy tales but she absolutely does not believe in soulmates.

Rose’s Review: I don’t usually read Soulmates!AU, but honestly this barely constitutes as an AU and the soulmates aspect is subtle, which is why I love it so much. The soulmates aspect is not overly played and I would argue meshes well with the whole OUAT True Love mythos. I love the constellation element to the soul marks and the added element of different constellations from different realms. Emma’s reluctance to buy into the soulmates thing is so characteristically her, and her mixed emotions of curiosity, anxiety and reluctance towards Killian’s soul stars is very palpable without being entirely in your face. The tenderness and vulnerability displayed in the final scene between Emma and Killian when she reveals her soul stars is so powerful and well written that it gave this one-shot a real place in my heart and a place among my favorite fics.

The Worst by alchemystique

Rated: T

Noted Features: Henry Centric, One Shot, Future!Fic, College!Henry, StepDad!Killian

Author’s Description: His life is so weird, weird weird weird, he used to think it was so cool but who the hell would believe him if he told them David Nolan was his grandfather - oh and also Prince Charming, no, seriously, like, the actual, real life husband of Snow White - and his mom is around here somewhere, probably figuring out the amount of time it takes to break in and sneak past security, or cataloging every emergency exit on campus. Weird.

Rose’s Review: I love everything about this one-shot here. It makes me laugh every time I read it because though it’s a much older Henry which we haven’t seen yet, the voice the author has chosen feels very organic and realistic. His exasperation with everyone, especially with Killian and David, is hilarious. Though Captain Swan is not the real focus here, I really love the depiction of Emma and Killian in this. They seem so comfortable with their relationship and I really love the lack of jealousy on Emma’s end towards all the co-eds and college moms ogling Killian. The ease and comfortability is just so refreshing because it’s Captain Swan and there’s always drama, and the lack of serious drama is a breath of fresh air. The banter is just so natural and loving and Henry’s lack of surprise/what-took-you-so-long-Killian reaction to their engagement is incredibly amusing. The best line: “Oh my god, my mom and Killian are literally True Loves, you actually can’t get any closer to it than those two unless you’re, like, Snow White and Prince Charming, and my mom could kill you with a toothpick for even having dirty thoughts about him”

The Dark Horizon by qqueenofhades

Rated: M

Noted Features: Black Sails!AU, Black Sails/OUAT Crossover, Pirate!Emma, Lieutenant!Killian, Pregnancy, Angst, Jones Family Dysfunction

Author’s Description: The Caribbean, 1715: Royal Navy Lieutenant Killian Jones and his brother, Captain Liam Jones, have just arrived to help pacify the notorious “pirates’ republic” of New Providence. But they have dangerous allies, deadly enemies, and no idea what they’re getting into when they agree to hunt the pirate ship Blackbird and the mysterious Captain Swan.

Rose’s Review: I’m going to admit it, it took me awhile to get into this fic and that’s mainly because I’m a terribly shallow bitch and for some reason huge paragraphs bug me (this is such a minor thing and something that is definitely easy to get over), but regardless I pushed through my bitchiness and actual read it because I love both OUAT and Black Sails, and goddamn. It’s very good fusion of the two worlds and it was fascinating to see a Captain Swan variation where Emma is more of the “moral corruptor” than Killian is and I do love the twist on that. I have to say the character I loved the most is Black Sam, who is just the unsung hero and moral support for everyone in this story. I was like “goddamn, I need this guy on the legit Black Sails show.” I’m more a Vane fan and he isn’t featured as much as Flint and Miranda are, but I could live with that. You really don’t need to watch Black Sails or have that much knowledge of it to fully enjoy this fic, which you definitely will because it’s so action packed. This fic is unfinished and I eagerly await to see what the author does with it.

#cs fic rec #cs ff #cs fanfic #captain swan #captain swan fic rec #captain swan fanfiction #fic recs #ff reviews #anon #asks #answered #rose speaks

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activatingaggro · 7 years

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the scarf wars, p3

Featuring Pheres Dysseu [RS], Hadean [ID], Lucina [DP], Ullane [JM], and Emerel [MN].

[The conversation continued after the spat -]

RS: | Hadean | Haha |

ID: no need to lie about me. =;)

RS: | Ha | =:B | I have Seen No Evidence to the Contrary |

RS: | As My Moirail would Say | You will Need to Step Up Your Game |

ID: =:!

ID: you said you just had a matesprit!

ID: i think.

DP: Tell me more abovt yovr rvin diving Hadean | Yov mvst have seen some really great things

ID: wait is emerel your pale.

ID: i need a fucking graph.

RS: | What |

DP: No that's his red | I think

RS: | I didn't Say I had a Matesprit |

DP: That is yovr red | Right?

RS: | Where Did I Say I had a Matesprit | ? |

ID: okay i remember asking about your quads.

RS: | Pale and Flushed are Both Red Quadrants | Lucina |

ID: and you said you just had. them.

RS: | Right |

DP: Yes bvt | I distinctly remember that we've been talking abovt how yov have a green red

ID: now i am hearing of a moirail.

DP: Please tell me | Where that one came from

RS: | It was an Unfortunate Turn of Phrase |

RS: | As Sipara would Say | How is That | ? |

DP: Uh huh | Well alright then

DP: If yov say so

RS: | | I am Going to Correct This | Largely to Prevent any Unfortunate Misunderstandings |

RS: | I am not Pale with Emerel | Emerel and I are |

ID: I mean emerel is the one who invited you to join in his shower right.

DP: Oh my | Well then

RS:

RS: | Um |

DP: I feel less awkward now | After hearing that one

RS: | You Misread That | in a Very Terrible Way |

ID: no i did not.

RS: | I am Honestly Rather Appalled | But Perhaps I should Not Be |

RS: | Given Your Predilection with Discussing Garters with Nikola |\

RS: | Yes You Did |

ID: he said if you were in the area. you were free to join him.

ID: in the shower.

RS: | No | No |

RS: | No | =:| |

DP: I feel like this is where someone less civilized | Wovld be whistling Pheres

RS: | You Conflated Two Separate Concepts |

ID: no i did not. =:I

RS: | Honestly | The Both of You should Get Your Minds out of the Gutter |

ID: i know a flirty invitation when i read one.

DP: Bvt the real qvestion is | DO yov join him in the shower

ID: he wanted some warmth in his ablution block.

RS: | He Stated If I was Near His Home | Then I should Come and Visit |

RS: |- AND -|

RS: | The Emphasis is on |- AND -|

RS: | He would be Taking a Shower |

RS: | With the Unspoken Condition that I should Wait to Arrive |

RS: | | So He is Not In The Shower |

JM: Oh god. What have I walked into.

RS: | OBVIOUSLY |

DP: I don't know | Bvt it's qvite entertaining

ID: ahahahah wow if you believe that you are dense.

ID: what is flirting to you pheres. a troll ripping their clothes off and throwing thesmelves to your sweet mercies?

DP: Don't think I didn't notice that yov failed to answer my qvestion

JM: Some trolls. Like that.

JM: The weird ones.

RS: | Thank You for that Stunning Addition | JM |

JM: I am. So proud to have added it.

RS: | I Think We have all Caught that Hadean Likes That | Given that He Came Up With It |

DP: Alright so it's canon | Wow I can't believe I said canon thanks Pademi

DP: That Pheres jvmps into the shower | With that Emerel gvy(edited)

JM: No I think he is just. Having a laugh. At your expense. Alas.

ID: oh so now i'm lying huh. >=:I

ID: i wonder how emerel would feel.

DP: No yov're not lying Hadean | He's just being obstinate

ID: about my lies.

RS: | And | Lucina | I don't Think the People I Shower With are Entirely Relevant to You |

RS: | =:1 |(edited)

RS: | Also | Oh My God |

DP: So yov do admit to it | Good to know

JM: Can someone message him

RS: | | I am Going to Go Check on My Booth |

JM: To see what he thinks

DP: Does anyone here know his tag | Or how to contact him

JM: Sadly I don't

ID: i know he'll eventually show up here.

ID: and i will not forget this. =>:I

JM: We'll have such things

JM: To tell him

RS: | You are All Dreadful |

RS: | =>:( |

[Pheres leaves the chat! The discussion continues.]

JM: Only when it is

JM: very funny

ID: well pheres. perhaps you brought it on yourself.

ID: =>:I

DP: Do yov think we covld find it | If we scrolled vp

ID: oh why yes we could.

JM: How about

JM: We just search his name

DP: Let's jvst take a little field trip here | To find this mysteriovs Emerel

DP: Alright everyone | Let's get searching

JM: meganeNarcissus

JM: appears to be his tag

ID: why.

DP: Excellent

ID: seems i will have to contact this tag.

JM: Do tell us

JM: How that turns out

ID: oh i will give oyu all front row seats. hopefully.

JM: Yes

JM: good

DP: Please give me a front row ticket | I need to see this

JM: I get bored in the caverns

JM: I need silly drama

JM: To watch

[ Emerel gets invited in! ]

MN: okaaay .MY. flat grEEn ass is hErE

MN: why am .I. bEing summonEd again

ID: so glad you could join us. =:)

ID: to cear up some chat confusion of course!

ID: you see, dear pheres dropped some confusing knowledge on us before business drew them away.

ID: =:(

DP: Pheres was trying to convince us | That yov've never invited him into a shower

DP: Amongst other things

MN: oh .MY. god what is hE doing this timE(edited)

ID: why, according to him your flirtacious offer of a steamy shower together.

ID: was just an invitation to stand awkwardly around your hive until you could finish and join him.

ID: =:(

JM: He says you're not matesprits

JM: confirm or deny

ID: also that in so many words. =:(

MN: pfffft

MN: wow okay

MN: hold on and lEt .ME. scroll up to sEE what ElsE hEs bEEN saying

MN: ...

MN: what

MN: .........

ID: is he prone to bouts of shyness?

ID: or perhaps. dare i say it.

ID: shame?

JM: That's a bit too mean

MN: wEll hE is but

MN: .I.m going to go talk to him

ID: good luck. =;) perhaps he is in need of more. brazen shows of your affections.

ID: to help qualm whatever insecurities he might have.

MN: right

MN: thanks for contacting .ME.

MN: byE

ID: bye~

ID: well. now either pheres will thank me or curse my name.

ID: and better than that.

ID: he'll know better than to try and call me a liar.

DP: Uh | Wow

DP: He didn't even confirm or deny | I don't think that's a good sign

ID: =:)

[REGRETS ARE HAD. By some, but not Hadean.]

JM: This is not

JM: really what I was expecting

DP: Well I guess we won't know how it went | Until we hear from one of them

JM: I hope they resolve it

ID: well imagine if it was your mate denying your quad's existence.

ID: the guy had a right to know.

ID: i just might have gone about it nicer if pheres had fucking deserved it.

ID: as it is.

ID: ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

DP: Still | I hope Emerel will be alright

DP: Those dots can't have been good

ID: try not to worry too much.

ID: your worries will do nothing for them. either they'll communicate and work it out.

ID: or their ship will meet a watery end.

ID: uwu

DP: I gvess you're right | Still that's harsh

DP: I'd hate it if someone I was close to | Svddenly started acting like they didn't know me

DP: This is what I was trying to tell him | Bvt it's his problem at the end of the day

ID: damn right. you're not his rail, not your problem.

DP: I feel sorry for his rail | They have a hell of a job with him

ID: i mean jeesh and they call me high maintenance. =:I

ID: at least i'm mostly just physically destructive.

DP: Whereas Pheres is socially destrvctive | And covldn't be less self aware if he tried(edited)

ID: what a mess in the worst way. anyways! who is here that didn't get scared away by that! other than dp.

[ In the meanwhile, Emerel contacts Pheres! ]

[ meganeNarcissus [MN] began trolling refiningSpacetime [RS] ]

MN: hEy

RS: | Emerel | Hello | ! |

RS: | You are On Speech to Voice | No | Um |

RS: | | To Emphasize My Enthusiasm to Hear From You |

RS: | | It has Been a Long Night | Haha |

MN: yEah

MN: what happEnEd

MN: is EVErything okay(edited)

RS: | Ahh | Nothing You need to Worry About |

RS: | Just a bit of | Verbal Rough-Housing |

RS: | People get Overly Enthusiastic in Their Displays of Hate-Friendship | I Think | ! |

MN: that sounds likE a pain in thE ass

MN: sorry its bEEn rough

RS: | But | Never Mind That | How are You | ? |

MN: .I.m

MN: alright

MN: hEy .PHERES. can .I. ask you somEthing

RS: | That is a Very Hesitant Alright | Haha |

RS: | You're not Injured Again | Are You | ? |

RS: | And | Yes | Of Course | ! |

MN: no .I.m not hurt dont worry

MN: .PHERES. wE arE matEsprits right

MN: .I. mEan .I. assumE wE arE

MN: am .I. wrong

RS: | Um |

RS: | Wait | What | ? |

MN: .I. was wondEring

MN: bEcausE .I. loggEd in today and saw whErE you wErE tElling pEoplE that wE wErEnt

MN: did .I. misundErstand

RS: | I Thought We weren't Matesprits |

RS: | Wait | Ah | I'm Confused |

RS: | How Much Of That did You Read | ? |

MN: all of it prEtty much

MN: .I. gEt not wanting to talk about my showEr commEnts in public

MN: but .I. thought wE wErE matEsprits sincE youVE callEd .ME. your matEsprit in chat bEforE

RS: | Haha | Um |

RS: | Heavens | Um |

RS: | Um |

RS: | I Thought We weren't Matesprits | And That is Why We had That Conversation | about Kit |

RS: | Remember | ? |

RS: | At the Bar | ? |

MN: oh fuck wE dEfinitEly got confusEd again

RS: | I Apologise for Referring to You as My Matesprit in the Past | Um |

RS: | I was Not Expecting You to | ah | See That | ? | Or Read It | ? |

RS: | But | Ah |

RS: | That was |

RS: | Presumptuous of Me |

RS: | But | I didn't Mean It Seriously | Ah | I just |

RS: | I thought It would | | | Um | Well |

RS: | I Don't Know What I was Thinking | Really |

MN: sEE .I. thought wE wErE formally matEsprits

MN: and .KIT. was a mEmbEr of thE fold in part of a rEd smEar nobody saw coming

MN: so you

MN: liEd to gEt an uppEr hand on orphEo in othEr words

MN: wEll thanks for tElling .ME. at lEast

MN: that would haVE bEEn nicE to know bEforE .I. got the wrong idEa

MN: onE of thEsE days wEll work out what wErE calling oursElVEs

RS: | Ah | Sorry | I'm Driving | Did I Mention That | ? |

RS: | Because I Am | And There was Traffic | Um |

RS: | I wasn't Ignoring You |

RS: | | You Said We Weren't Matesprits | When did You Decide We Were | ? |

RS: | Because | You didn't Tell Me |

MN: hEncE why wErE both confusEd

MN: fuck we rEally nEEd to work on this communication thing

MN: bEcausE wE both kind of suck at it

RS: | Hahahaha | Haha | Um |

MN: .I. rEally thought wE wErE bEcausE you said that

MN: and you said .KIT. was okay so .I. figurEd hE was actually okay

MN: .I. haVEnt touchEd anyonE ElsE

MN: .I. mEan .I. know .I.m a catch but

RS: | You Thought We were | For the | |

RS: | Hour After You Read That | ? |

RS: | Ah | No | That sounded Unkind | It isn't Meant to Sound Unkind |

RS: | Um |

RS: | I don't Mind Being Matesprits | Haha | Not at All |

RS: | I am Just | Startled |

RS: | And | Wait |

RS: | You Spoke to Kit First | ? |

RS: | Is He |

RS: | also | your matesprit | ? |

RS: | I Am Just A Little Confused Here |

RS: | Ha Ha Ha |

MN: wait what

MN: now .I.m confusEd

MN: plEasE rEpEat that in an actual languagE

RS: | Which Part | ? |(edited)

RS: | | That is Sincere | There are Several |

RS: | Haha |

MN: what do you mEan .I. talkEd to .KIT. first(edited)

RS: | | Did I Misunderstand | ? |

RS: | Because I Thought that Meant | You were Saying He's Your Matesprit |

MN: thats what .I. figurEd

MN: sincE wE both carE about .KIT. and nEithEr of us want to lEaVE him alonE

MN: hEs not my matEsprit .PHERES.

MN: .I. thought you wErE

MN: shit this is confusing

RS: | Yes | I Care Deeply for Kit | But |

RS: | I'm not Sure What You Mean |

MN: .I. dont know

MN: somE wEird thrEE way quad is thE bEst way .I. can dEscribE this

RS: | And | Were | ? |

RS: | I Thought You Meant Are | haha | heavens |

RS: | usually people | say | propose to quadrants with | say | rings |

RS: | Three Way Quadrant |(edited)

RS: | ? |

RS: | IOh dear |

MN: .I. dont know what to call it

MN: but arE wE matEsprits or not .PHERES.

MN: bEcausE hEy

MN: .I. wouldnt mind bEing official

RS:

RS: | Haha | Hahahaha | Ha | Ha | Um |

RS: | Um |

RS:

RS: | Um |

MN: dudE brEathE

MN: dont actually diE on .MY. account

RS: | I'm Not | Don't Worry | Hahaha |

RS: | Sipara would be Upset |

RS: | I don't Understand | Haha | Oh |

MN: .I. haVE no idEa whErE to put all that hair if .I. haVE to hidE a body .PHER.

MN: dont understand

MN: what do you mEan

RS: | Hold On | I'm Pulling Over |

RS: | What I mean is that I don't Understand | Why You Changed Your Mind | on If We are Quadrants |

MN: oh

MN: wEll

MN: bEcausE .I. thought about it

MN: and .I. was likE hEy .I. likE this idEa

MN: of bEing matEsprits with .PHERES.

MN: fuck this is sappy

MN: but you know

MN: yourE a fluffy wEirdo but yourE .MY. fluffy wEirdo and .I. wouldnt tradE you for anything

RS: | Oh | Haha | That's |

RS: | I'm Glad | =:B |

MN: plEasE dont makE .ME. ElaboratE on this anymorE bEcausE the lEVEls of mushy sap might actually turn .ME. into a trEE

RS: | | | I wouldn't Make You | But | Ah | You can Feel Free To | If You'd Like | Haha |

MN: oh boy

MN: whErE to bEgin(edited)

MN: alright lEts makE this formal

MN: ahEm

MN: .PHERES DYSSEU.

MN: will you

MN: with no miscommunication for oncE whatsoEVEr

MN: for thE loVE of EVEry forgottEn troll dEity out thErE lEts gEt our wirEs uncrossEd

MN: bE .MY. matEsprit(edited)

April 18, 2017

RS: | | Haha | Ha | Um |

RS: | Yes | ? | I already Said Yes | I Meant You can Extrapolate | on the Mush | But | Ah |

RS: | Um |

RS: | This | is Perfectly Acceptable | ? | ? |

RS: | Which is to Say | Yes | Of Course | =:B |

RS: | | But | Ah |

RS: | For Communication's Sake |

RS: | What did You Mean by Kit | ? |

RS: | | Are You Two Quadrants Now | ? |

RS: | Wait | no | Shit |

RS: | Wait | Oh | Let Me Turn off This Voice Program |

RS: | | |

RS: | I don't Have a Ring For You | Or | An Earring | Or |- ANYTHING -|

MN: no

MN: .I.m strEamlining it morE

MN: basically .I. guEss EVErything is the samE

MN: including stuff with .KIT.

MN: ExcEpt wErE not flailing around like wRigglErs trying to talk through a cup and string

MN: dudE .PHERES. wE could sEriously opEn up a jEwElry storE with all thE jEwlrEy wE haVE bEtwEEn us

RS: | And | Well | Yes | But You don't Have Anything in My Colour | ! |

MN: bEt .I. could find somEthing prEtty nicE whEn .I. go out again ;)

RS: | ! | ! |

MN: sounds good

MN: now thE big quEstion hErE is

MN: what kind of jEwElry

MN: haha itll be a surprisE

RS: | Haha | Rings are Traditional | ! |

RS: | | But | Whatever Works for You | =:B | A Surprise sounds Lovely | ! |

RS: | So | Ah | Do You want Me Saying that We are Matesprits | Then | ? |

MN: .I. likE thE sound of that

RS: | Haha | | Good | ! |

RS: | Ah | Can I Mention This to Kit | ? |

MN: what arE you going to tEll him?

RS: | Um | that We are Officially Matesprits | ? |

RS: | He is Going to Come Visit a Girl with Me | while I Sort Out a Certain Mess |

RS: | So He night Have Questions about The Jewelry | Haha |

RS: | | | But | I don't have to Mention It |

MN: knowing .KIT. that

MN: might upsEt him a littlE

MN: you know how sElf conscious hE tEnds to gEt

MN: so for thE timE bEing maybE not yEt

RS: | Haha | Ah |

RS: | Alright | ! |

RS: | Good That I Asked | =:) |

RS: | I shall Keep My Lips Zipped |

RS: | So to say |

MN: wEll tEll him just

MN: not quitE yEt

RS: | Haha | Okay |

MN: .I. haVE to gEt back to work now

MN: papErwork is a bitch ugh

MN: .I.ll tExt you whEn .I. gEt donE

MN: <3

RS: | I should Get Back to Driving | I have to Go To the Train Station | So |

RS: | Ah | <3 |

RS: | <3 | <3 | <3 |

MN: drivE safE babE

#thread highlights #the scarf wars #pheres dysseu

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