#you know it seems to me that since the narrator built the room it stays fundamentally intact as long as he does

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❝I'm NOT a red fox(realꜝꜝ)❞ … kim sunoo

SYNOPSIS. Kim Sunoo just saw you turn into a small red fox right in front if his eyes. He thinks jay was right when he mentioned that sunoo was crazy because what the fuck did he see...

GENRE. fluff, crack, strangers to lovers(?)!au

PAIRINGS. sunoo x cursed!fem!reader ft. jay of enhypen

WARNINGS. cursing, lowercase intended

WORD COUNT. 5.2k

NOTE. ig this was kinda inspired by the webtoon "a good day to be a dog" though its been years since i read the webtoon itself, the idea just waltzed in yk. anyways enjoy!

Reblogs and feedback are highly appreciated!

Turning into a fox was never part of your life. That was until you turned 18. Now the first time it occurred was when it was midnight and you were showering after finishing up some pending work.

While taking a shower you shrunk to the size of a small red fox to which, you screamed. Your older sister barged in, saw you were a wet fox and started cackling like it was a normal sight. She chortled her way out of the bathroom and called mother who also roared with laughter.

And what worse was that your situation seemed to be something expected and you weren't aware of it—

"could someone please tell me what the fuck is going on!?"

They fell silent before screaming with even more laughter, saying something along the lines of "her voice changed,"

Eyes lined with tears from snickering, your mother began to tell you about your family's tradition (as she called it) and how they were cursed with turning into a small red fox after the age of 18.

The confusing part was that your older sister, who was 22 had never turned into a fox. "but sister never turned into a fox?"

"oh," Stated your mother upon realizing that she had to word her next words appropriately to prevent you from whining.

But of course, your sister went ahead and demolished those plans by announcing, "oh only one family member has the curse and passes it down, and lucky me, I was exempt from it."

"then when does it go away!" It was too much to handle you were sobbing and whining, much of what your mother had attempted to prevent but which your sister didn't follow along with.

"the way to break the curse," spoke your mother, with a hint of mysteriousness underlying her speech, much of that of a narrator.

"is a true loves kiss blah blah blah," your sister Interrupted with the most disinterested tone, suspending all the built-up suspense?

"forget it mother, you know how helpless yn is when it comes to her love life,"

"don't say that," nagged your mother as she stepped out of the bathroom and got back to watching her series while your sister entered her room to presumably continue with work.

That left you, a small little red fox, to figure out everything else by yourself.

—

How were you, the one with a miserable love life, supposed to break free from this "curse"— and who in their right mind thought it'd be funny for you, the one with no bitches, to be the one with this irking curse and not your sister, the one that plays with many hearts? Whoever it is, you hope to sue them if possible.

Well, at least you had a clear outline of what and what not to do. One, you couldn't stay out past 12 am or boom you'd turn into a fox on sight and that would be a disaster.

But two, if you didn't stay out, how were you ever going to meet someone for that true love kiss (not that you had high hopes for yourself in the love area)? Though it hadn't been long since you turned legal you despised drinking and anything that has to do with it.

You grumbled your way to your bed, your short legs and petite figure making it an awfully difficult task for you to even climb into bed. Managing to jump onto your table and hop in bed as a fox.

It was extremely different, alright.

The next morning you were human again much to your surprise. You'd hate to admit but you'd gotten used to being a small little fox in a short while. But being human was much better.

You grab your phone and check your texts since you couldn't answer them yesterday night due to your predicament (that button nose of yours as a fox did not support typing)

yun there's a sleepover at sunoo's!! i'm going and you're coming with me.

This cannot be happening. You read her text a total of 5 times but the words on the screen still shocked you. You knew Yun, she'd never back down when she's determined, and that includes getting you to attend parties and events beyond your will.

An excuse wouldn't work, but it was worth a shot.

And it did not work. You were dragged to Kim Sunoo's sleepover alas.

Yun was pretty social, knowing almost the entire mass of people that flocked to the so-called "sleepover", it was a party. You'd heard of Kim Sunoo quite a lot before, many catching crushes while others simply enjoyed his presence.

He was a heartthrob for sure, but he was the last one you'd expect to have a chance with. Even more so with your newly acquired condition of turning into a fox at midnight.

Now speaking of your predicament, you plan to stay till 11 pm and take the bus back home with the excuse that your mother wanted you home. Frankly, she did not because she wanted you to experience the drama that came with turning into a fox right in front of someone. Fun, isn't it.

You could wallow into tears but your problem was that it was 8:30 pm and you had no one to talk to, yun disappeared from your line of sight and you were sleepy.

A nap wouldn't hurt?

Oh, how wrong you were.

You jolt awake at 11:52 pm to see everyone asleep. Probably the gods decided to help you out for once since it'd be easier to leave with most asleep and especially with yun passed out if the floor from drinking, you guess.

But where had you placed your phone?

And so your hunt began, racing against the clock that ticked faint as you struggled to walk around with the number of people passed out on the carpeted floors. You remember placing your phone on the island in the kitchen while drinking some flavored punch earlier.

You tiptoe your way to the kitchen, carefully grabbing your phone up and off the counter, the screen lit up, the time flashing 11:59 pm. Screeching internally, you were ready to make a run outside the door solely to see someone standing right beside you through your peripheral vision.

You jump, gluing your back to the counter as you stare wide-eyed at the one only, kim sunoo with a glass of water in his hand. Your frantic eyes peer at your phone as it ticks to 12:00 am and poof, you turned into a small red fox right in front of him with your phone clattering to the ground.

A hand flies to his mouth, clutching it in disbelief as you panic and utter, "it's not what you think this is—" but then he starts talking to himself, "I must be crazy, totally crazy— I couldn't have possibly seen a human into a fox and that fox that can SPEAK?! And it sounds just like yn and the human looked like yn too—" He was hyperventilating, placing the glass back on the counter and slowly backing away as he spoke to you, "there, little fox, don't come any closer, stay right where you are,"

"you're not crazy, my condition is—"

"IT'S TALKING AGAIN OH MY GOSH JAY WAS RIGHT I'VE LOST MY MARBLES" He was whispering shouting, exasperated.

"no, just let me finish—" "wait why is yn trapped in a fox?" "i'm not trap—"

"oh I know how to free you," He spoke, gravitating towards the massive shelf and pulling out a book with the foreign inscription written on the cover.

"come with me," He states, his head busy buried in the book, an arm wrapping around your tinted fox body and picking you up into his arms. "no don't— at least get my phone—"

He walked up to his room, entering inside with you and your phone in hand, flipping through the pages till he found what he was supposedly looking for. "ah! found it,"

"what does it say," You inquire, peering your head to the right to see Sunoo. He looks at you and is slightly stunned, "don't do that it's creeping me out,"

"do what?" "turn your head and speak to me," "huh? it's not like I asked to be turned into a fox!"

"but that's what it says here," He shows you the contents of the book, bringing it closer to your fox body that was still carried in his arms. "how can you even read foreign script,"

"my granny taught me," "oh, well read it out for me then,"

"it basically says when a human does a wrongdoing and God deems it unacceptable then the person's entire bloodline is cursed of turning into an animal and in your case, it's a small little red fox,"

"how this any of this not shock you?"

"oh I got over the shock, I remember my granny showing me all kinds of stuff when I was a kid so this is second nature to me," he said nonchalantly like he didn't freak out and start whisper shouting to himself.

"you're saying that like you didn't freak out minutes ago," You murmur, scoffing. "do want help or not?" "fine."

He examines the book further, only for the next page to be torn out, to which he gasps, "looks like the next page was torn out..."

"yeah I can see that I'm not impaired of my vision when I turn into a fix you know," you remark snobbily, "now let me down, I'll just go home and deal with this myself,"

"you sure you want to go home a fox? you could get fox-napped," he stated with a shrug, putting you down on his bed, shuffling around his desk to place the book down. "there's no such thing as fox-napping, don't be dramatic, sunoo,"

"i'm just looking out for you, plus how will you carry your phone home, you'll crack the screen if you try," he expresses, referring to your phone in his hand that he shook in his hand to emphasize his words.

He was right, how would you get your phone with your paw?

"it's fine just sleep here and then leave in the morning," he said, pointing to his bed as he took a seat on his bed. "you want me to sleep here?!"

"yeah why not, you're a fox not a human right now, what's the harm in that?" "but—" "overruled."

He places you beside him, falling to slumber with you beside him as a fox.

It was the morning after the chaotic wreck of events, and you were snoring. Snoring so loud that sunoo woke up, disrupted from his sleep. Groaning he forced his eyes open with a sough and was unexpectedly met with you fast asleep beside him, as a human.

He screeched, forgetting the rundown of last night.

Jerking awake, you see a just as shocked sunoo staring right at you with his wide fox-like eyes. You mimicked the same surprise as you jump awake to see sunoo laying right beside you.

"what are you- oh yeah," you then flash through the flight of memories and found yourself slightly embarrassed. It had been only two days since you acquired this strange curse and yet someone, namely, kim sunoo, knew you were cursed with turning into a small cute red fox.

He recovered from his shock, sitting up and peering at you with inquisitive orbs. "what? is there drool on my face-" you ask in a panic, beginning to wipe your face of any drool causing sunoo to chuckle before shaking his head in denial to your previous query.

"no no, it's just that you're so different yet so similar as a human compared to when you're a fox," "there's a similarity?!" you inquire, offended that you, a grown human had similarities to a red fox.

"yeah," he says with a grin painted over his front, "both are cute."

At that you officially lost your mind, you pinched the skin of your leg to differentiate whether it was a dream or a reality. Kim Sunoo just complimented you, you who has had zero luck in the love section while everyone else seemed to be hitting it off.

"oh you turned a red fox again," he laughed, halting his speech, "your face is so red." The urge to dig a hole in the ground and stick your head into it like an ostrich was growing, much like your embarrassment.

The door clicks open to reveal Yun in a disoriented state, seemingly searching for something; Oh, she's searching for you.

Your revelation was seconds late as she slaps a hand to her mouth as her jaw craned open enough for a cookie to fit vertically. "You both..?! Since when, how did I not know, this is so—"

"no, I swear this is not what it looks like," you desperately attempted to save yourself and the feline-eyed who looked quizzically at yun.

"this is what it seems like, your friend over here was fast asleep in my room before I even got here after the party; or was it a sleepover? either way, I was too tired to get your friend out my bed and downstairs so I just accepted faith and succumbed to slumber,"

Was that the worst excuse you've heard? Possibly. Were you glad he didn't tell her about your condition? Extremely.

Well, at least it worked. un wasn't the brightest when it came to liars (except you, which is pretty much given since you can't lie for shit) but that was a close one.

Yun unsuspectingly left without a word after her mouth formed an O in understanding and went on to excuse herself while wiggling her eyebrows towards you.

You hear sunoo sigh of relief and turn to him with a quizzical look that said, 'why-are-you-so-relieved-when-my-life-was-on-the-line' look.

Raising his arms in defense, he probes, "what? I covered for you," You shake your head in dismissal, and move on to the question that is pondered in your head.

"speaking of yesterday, do you happen to know anyone that could've known the contents of the next page?"

"ah yes, my grandma would know,"

"then shall we pay your grandmother a visit, she must miss her grandson dearly," you state, batting your eyelashes playfully while sunoo chuckled and agreed.

—

"why are you so late, the train would've left, you know," sunoo utters with a hint of underlying mockery whole rolling his eyes. "i had to explain everything to my sister, only for her to hysterical laugh at me— so yes I went WWE on her," you reply, a sinister smile playing across your lips.

"should've turned into a cherished cat," murmured sunoo, continuing to look out the window, fondly gazing at the scenery. The sunlight peeked in through the same window, falling on sunoo. He gapped out the window while you gapped at him.

Words picked up as both engaged in a casual conversation, with laughter and occasional embarrassment. The warm feeling in your chest didn't flicker once while you spoke to him, but you didn't know if that warm sensation would harvest anything good out of it.

You both got off the train, sunoo leading while you trailed among the crowd. Soon you'd lost sight of the boy, internally panicking, reaching for your phone. But then a hand clutched onto yours, your orbs meeting a hazelnut gaze, who softly looked at you.

"don't let go of my hand,"

You glad that he led you, the previous fears that he'd see the pinkish tint on your cheeks that gradually spread to your ears. You had to get ahold of yourself, he was merely helping you out of pity.

Catching a taxi to his grandmother's house that was quite far from the station, the span of the drive would last for more than an hour, stated sunoo. You curtly nod, unable to form sentences from your flustered figure.

Your eyes drifted to the familiar hand that held yours, longing to feel the same heat from it.

Sunoo had fallen asleep not long after getting into the vehicle. His eyes had fluttered shut but his palm was empty in the middle seat, possibly searching for yours.

Had you taken initiative to hold his hand, there were possibilities he could wake up and see you holding his which would put you in a difficult situation.

Maybe he heard your worrying thoughts, leaning on the further while grasping your hand which wasn't far from his, clasping it in a warmly loose hold.

A smile grazed your lips, and the unfamiliar feeling of heat rushing to your cheeks surged through you as your heart thumped, reverberating in the shells of your ear.

And then the realization hit. You were blushing because of kim sunoo.

Now what good would come of this? The boy who saw you have your little mystical transformation and he also happened to be someone who could another cure to it.

The feline eyed knew too much, yet now he also was the cause of your erratic heart palpitations.

—

“welcome, welcome! If I’d known that you’d be coming earlier I would have cleaned up more,” said sunoo's grandmother who panned the door wide open with a similar grin beaming at you and sunoo. 

“i hadn't even knocked on the door—” sunoo said, partly speechless. 

"i don't need you to knock on the door to know you're here, boy,” she responded, a triumphant smile blooming past her lips as she ushered you both inside the homely space.

“did you both eat yet?”

A shake of heads sent his grandmother to what you assumed was the kitchen and back with plates full of food. Sunoo seemed rather happy to see his grandmother and even happier at the food.

Before eating the piping hot food in front of you, you nudged Sunoo, successfully gaining his attention, eyes pointing to his bag which contained the book of gibberish (to you, at least). He understood, reached for the bag, and handed the book to his grandmother who seemed to hum in amusement.

“a red fox? interesting,” she mumbled, flipping through the pages only to stop at the torn one, eyeing it up and down. “you want a cure?” she inquired, meeting your gaze as you glanced up at her.

A cough followed your confusion, you haven't spoken a word of your curse yet she already knew..? Had sunoo mentioned it to her when he called to let her know that we’d be stopping by?

Reading you like a book, she chuckled, “i can tell by a look, darling,” 

Now she was reading your mind with a flick of a finger. It increased your hope for a cure besides the one your mother mentioned it was and it didn't seem likely to happen to you anytime soon so you opted for the latter.

You clear your throat, skipping to the main reason you were here with sunoo, “is there another cure?” you question skeptically, hoping for a yes from her. She thinks for a while, pulling a poker face, making it impossible for you to read her face.

“frankly speaking, no,” she probs, crushing your hopes for an affirmation, merely pulling a small smirk, “but, there is a cure right beside you,”

You tilt your head to the left and turn to the right, eyes voicing confusion as you stare at sunoo’s own puzzling orbs with his eyebrows deeply furrowed from the same confuzzlement you both were experiencing.

“anyways, eat up before the food gets cold,” she continues, grinning like she didn’t just confuse the two of you even further, walking to the kitchen, leaving you with silence.

You think over and over again, pondering what sunoo’s grandmother could be referring to. The food traveling down your throat hitches, attempting to make up the distance back up as you choke realizing what his grandma was talking about.

Sunoo blinks, still lost as ever, “did you finally get it?” he asks, wanting to know how he could help you.

“maybe..? don’t think too much of it, it's nothing.”

Is she really referring to the true love kiss your mother previously mentioned…If that was what she was referring to, sunoo was too far out of your reach in that way. Sunoo was a great guy but he’d never reciprocate your feelings in that kind of situation. But what if he did? cried a voice in your head.

You wouldn’t know till you tried, would you? The voice continued, hypnotizing you to follow along, you’d give it a try.

—

“one of you can take the guest room or both of you–” she cheekily said, sharing a quick glance at sunoo and you while leading you both to the room where sunoo remained by the door frame while you stepped inside.

“make yourselves at home,” and with that, she left. Sunoo’s eyes drifted to you as he said, “you can take the bed, i’ll take the couch,” and without another word, he turned on his heel to leave.

“wait!” you catch up to him and wrap your fingers around his wrist, clasping his wrist to stop him from leaving. “i won’t need the whole bed anyways,” you conclude, the floor suddenly looking rather intriguing, gluing your eyes as the silence protruded.

“oh, alright,” he replied with uncertainty, “i’ll go wash up then,” he completes, flashing a small smile your way and heading out the room. Once your sight is clear of the boy, you thump your forehead to the wall and stay there, rethinking your decision and how abruptly you mentioned it.

You lie on the bed checking the time that slowly ticks by, almost ticking you into a state of drowsiness but the sound of sunoo barging in amidst the peace laid a small blanket over you. You jolt, snapping your eyes to the door, widen in shock.

“oh, sorry did I scare you,” he asks, laughing lightly while entering the room, shutting the door behind him. His smile stretches in genuine happiness, putting one onto your front, thinking he’s rather cute when he smiles.

“you have a pretty smile,” you murmur, not comprehending that sunoo heard you, his head turning to you with his eyes joining his smile. “thank you,” he responded while sitting beside you on the bed and joining you as you continued to lay down like a log tired and extremely full of the delicious food his grandmother cooked.

You turn to face him, inching closer before saying, “last two minutes of me being a human I guess,” you express, swiping your face with your palm to which he chuckles, patting your head that sent a surge of butterflies to emerge, “goodnight yn,”

“goodnight,” you reply, feeling yourself shrink to a ball. Sunoo marveled at the transformation rather skeptically, “did you just shrink?” he asked, eyeing your now red fox self while you muttered a yes.

“you look adorable right now but I prefer you as a human,” “why is that,” you ask, feeling brave.

“because you're pretty,” he finished, his eyes maintaining contact with your beaded fox eyes, he didn’t shy away nor blush, he looked straight ahead with a smile. What was this sentiment, and why does it feel so warm?

“ay, are you flustered now? cute,” he said, pulling your small fox-bodied self onto him, a hand running down your head in a pet. You looked at him wordlessly, having a revelation that you indeed liked the boy.

—

Entering the room as soundly as possible, she was met with the sight of you sleeping flat on your stomach with your face buried in the pillow while he slept on his side, his leg fling over you and his arm resting on your back.

It wasn’t the image she'd expected to see but it brought a smile to her lips as she walked through the creaking floorboards and shook both awake. You stirred awake, turning your head to the side to look.

Met with the sight of sunoo asleep beside you, sending you jerking awake. “Wake him up and come down to eat breakfast,” she said, exiting the room. You resumed looking at sunoo, finding his face pretty when he was asleep.

“he sleeps like an angel,” you say slowly, admiring his beauty while his leg and arm are still flung onto you, not that you minded. 

“you think?” came a sleep-heavy voice, removing his leg with his arm still laid over your back as he moved closer to snuggle to the warmth you radiated. “yeah,” you responded, unsure where all this confidence was coming from.

You watch as his body rises and falls from the breaths he took. You felt bold throwing your arm over him and closing your eyes in hopes of not chickening out and moving away. His response to it was rather heart-warming as he returned the embrace, clutching on to you as you turned to the side to embrace him properly. 

“we should probably go and eat,” you express, interrupting the serene calmness as you both remained snuggled up against each other. “5 more minutes,” he drawls, emitting a laugh from you.

You both head to the kitchen to see his grandmother hard at work cooking, deciding to help you both partake, making things more of a mess than helping, getting yourselves benched to sit still in the common room.

You sit down obediently as sunoo follows along till he begins roaring with laughter with you following suit not long after, finding the whole ordeal all too funny. His grandmother walks inside with her hands with the dishes, placing each on the table, “eat up, it's going to be another six hours till seoul,”

With that, she left you both to devour the food served which you both did soon set off for the road with heart-wrenching goodbyes as you heard sunoo get an earful to visit more with his sister which left him to comply.

Seating in the back with sunoo in the taxi was peaceful, falling quiet staring out the window. Hours later, you both arrive at an unknown location and you turn to sunoo with a big question mark written all over your face.

“just follow me,”

You mentally shrug and follow the boy not wanting to get lost, racing his footsteps that are imprinted on the sand. It was a beach in the middle of seemingly nowhere but it was a breathtaking sight, especially since the sun was beginning to set.

He sits by the ledge of a small brick wall, waiting for you to sit beside him. “so, what do you think?” 

“it's so calming,”

“yeah, we stopped by at the perfect time, the sun's setting now,” you couldn’t help but feel your heart skip a few beats as you turn to him and back to the sea in front of you so quick to get whiplash.

The heat rushes to your cheeks and spreads to your ears. “do you have any concerns?” he questions, gaining your attention as your eyes drift to him as he turns to meet yours. “except the obvious, nothing, really.”

“didn't you say it was a curse passed down for many generations? Then your mother or aunt would know a possible cure, seeing as they don't turn into small red foxes with you. wait, they don't, right?” he inquires, eyes wide.

“no, it's not chronic and there is a cure,” “that is?”

You sigh, turning to him with a hardened gaze, “a true love’s kiss, as cheesy as it sounds.” you hear a snort from him as he clears his throat to say, “you're saying we came all the way here, for another cure that wasn’t there, to begin with? Then this is an easy fix.”

“how? i'm practically a hopeless romantic,”

“you're joking?” he probes, merely to meet with silence. “you’re not?!” “don’t rub it in!” you whine, burying your face in your palms.

“you don't have a boyfriend?” “no!”

“have you ever had one?” “yes, in like grade 4,” you reply, embarrassed earning a snort from sunoo

“how has no one ever dated you, i’d totally date you,” he says rather seriously with a huff, looking straight ahead. You turn to with shook-ridden orbs glowing under the setting sun. “then why don’t you,”

It was his turn to look at you surprised, “w-what?” The sky was painted crimson with hues of saffron and orchid bleeding through as the big ball called watched over the couple, setting in as the sea seared with mixed colors of red and blue.

You’d never been the confident type and definitely not the type to make a move first, but this one time you decided to push your luck and give it a try. You lean closer to him, pressing a small kiss to his lips that set the gears in his head to a fuss. 

You lean back with a flushed face, looking the other way as sunoo froze, malfunctioning. It was merely a peck, yet the softness of his lips sent you into override as you pulled away, wanting to turn into an ostrich instead of a red fox so you could stick your head in the sand and hide.

Sunoo begins chuckling, “i don’t that’ll be enough to cure you, y/n” he states. “are you saying…” 

“yes, but first we have a curse to cure. Unless you found turning into a fox appealing, that is”

You turn to him, unable to maintain eye contact, closing your eyes, “how about another time–” and there was kim sunoo, the one you found out of your reach, pressing a light kiss to your lips.

“well, that was an experience,” he concluded, standing up and stretching a hand to you that you accepted, the sun now set with the dark blanket of the night taking over.

—

You push open the unlocked door to see Yun seated with your older sister on the couch with your mother placing a bowl of popcorn enough to feed 6 people on the table as she joins them on the couch, continuing to laugh at something on the tv.

You sigh as they don't recognize your presence, the grip on your hand becoming increasingly tighter, you look back in reassurance, step inside with the figure crouching behind you, and announce, “i come bearing a boyfriend!”

The silence drags as you hear the crickets chirp, the trio beginning to burst into a fit of laughter as you drag the figure beside, who was kim sunoo, eliciting a yelp from yun. “what?! You were gone for a day, and you're telling me I don't get to see you transform into a red small fox with my own eyes,” “yeah,”

“but I was going to stay over to see you transform—” “who even–”

“she’s cured, courtesy of me, of course,” sunoo announces, joining the small trio by the couch leaving you to sigh and murmur, “i wanted to sleep,”

“who wants to see videos and pictures of y/n as a small red furry?” your sister shouts, as the room erupts into a “me!” you were being collectively bullied, not that it wasn’t fun.

Turning into a fox wasn’t so bad after all which earned you a boyfriend, though your best friend was stolen by your sister. It was alright, you’d make do with sunoo. 

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Wish Come True.

Chapter 2: The Beginning.

(Okay I've never done a tw so please tell me If there's something I missed/ need to add!)

(Tw: mentions and implications of abuse, light mention of injuries and fighting, annoying brothers, some light language, mentions of bullying, mentions of blood)

Music played in the room, originating from the television infront of me, which was probably about ten years old, and barely worked.

The title screen of Star Wars: The Clone Wars popped up, and the narrator started his monologue soon after, giving the watcher all the information they needed to know before the episode really began.

I didn't actually need it though, I've watched these episodes so many times I could easily quote it. Although it had been a while since I last saw them I still knew all of these episodes by heart.

My mom left to go somewhere, don't know where and I didn't really care. But, it left me enough time to dig these DVDs out of her closet, hidden from me. 

"Fae, you know moms gonna be pissed if she finds out you did this, right?" My brothers voice suddenly cut in, drawing me out of my head and away from my fantasies.

I didn't spare him a glance as I responded. "She won't find out, so I don't care, Jake."

I saw the corner of his lips lift in a smirk from my peripherals, "Not unless I tell her."

I turned my head and looked at him with a glare. "You do that and I will personally see that your phone is destroyed, your money disappears, and your girlfriend gets embarrassing baby pics that would make her dump you immediately." I threatened quickly and raised a brow to challenge him.

  Jake went silent for a moment before scoffing and walking away, scowling.

"Just stay away from my stuff, prick." He muttered angrily.

"Then keep your mouth shut, dickwad." I grumbled, bringing my eyes back to the screen.

Jake left the house not long after that, and I continued to watch my show. I wasn't allowed to anymore, not after my mother took it away.

Her excuse was that I should focus on my schoolwork, and needed to stop filling my head with fantasies.

'Like hell that was the reason.' I thought to myself bitterly. 'I don't even do school anymore.'

I used to go to school, like a normal kid, but stopped about two years ago. Everything I learn now is out of genuine curiosity and basically conducting my own personal experiments.

Yep, school drop out at the age of twelve. Isn't that special? I never even got to high school.

I always got good grades. Not perfect in anything, but I never failed. My lowest score ever was probably just a 'C'.

I didn't quit because things got hard, I just lost the reason to go, and staying home was better than getting ridiculed and bullied at school.

Well, most of the time it was...Sometimes school was nice. I only ever had one friend, but I liked learning, and would get a meal, as well as medical supplies, which I would swipe from the nurses station.

But, I definitely don't miss it and wouldn't go back. Now, if I need out of my house, I just take my bike into town, or to the old, broken-down treehouse my oldest two brothers built with my dad years ago.

They were definitely the favorites in the family. Well, now they were. Ever since Nicos been gone.

We seemed like a pretty typical family in the beginning. A mom, a dad, and five kids. Behind closed doors, we were anything but.

Until one fateful night happened, then we were seen in a new light, and now I can't go into town without being stared at.

Basically, a small rundown on my family was this: Mom and dad had four boys, they were happy. But one night they had too many beers and didn't use protection, and next thing they new, mom was pregnant.

They, for whatever reason, decided to keep me. But the situation worsened when I was born, and I was a girl.

They didn't want a girl.

But, instead of putting me up for adoption, or even just abandoning me, which probably would've been better for everyone, they made the decision to try and raise me.

Four years later, they got divorced.

So, every weekend, holiday break, and every other week in summer, my brothers and I, minus Thomas, who had moved out two years prior to this when he turned eighteen, went up to my dad's house. The rest of the time, we were with mom.

That was the routine for Austin, Nico, Jake, and I. Until I was ten, and then we didn't have to anymore... As bad as that night was, I'm glad we didn't have to go to dad's anymore.

Sometimes, my brothers wouldn't go with me. That would always be the worse times, but I was too young to get out of it like they did.

Shaking my head clear, I stood and stretched out my body before moving and pulling the disc out of the player and went to hide it back in the closet.

I shut the door and sighed, not knowing when the next time I'd be able to see my comfort again, but I'd rather stop now instead of my mother catching me.

I went into the kitchen in search for food, not surprised when I found none, so I pocketed some cash before grabbing my bike and heading into town.

I didn't rush, or even bother to use the sidewalk. The town was small and run–down, the majority of residents didn't even own a car. And on the off chance someone drove down the street, they'd probably think the town was abandoned with how broken the buildings are.

It wasn't a good place to raise kids, and yet, my parents decided to raise five of them. It's no wonder not all of us made it. And why Tommy and Austin fled at the first chance they got.

I pulled up to a convenient store and left my bike outside. As soon as I walked in, I felt eyes on me.

"Hey!" The store owner yelled out. "You're not allowed in here unless you intend to pay!"

"Relax, man." I rolled my eyes and held up the money to show him. "I'm being nice today." He huffed and turned back to the costumer infront of him, face set in an ugly scowl.

I strolled down the aisles, looking for what my money could buy, though I didn't have much options with what little cash I had, but it'd have to do.

After a few minutes, I grabbed a package of peanut butter crackers and walked to the front.

The owner didn't say a word to me as I payed for the item, he just eyed me suspiciously, trying to make sure I had nothing in my pockets.

I flashed him a fake smile and turned my back to walk out, rolling my eyes as soon as I got away.

I grabbed my bike and led it down the main street, eating the crackers as I went.

There were few people out, there never were many, its not exactly safe to just be out like I am now. But there was one this time that caught my eye, one that stood out.

A little boy, about nine, with auburn hair, blue eyes, and freckles decorating his face.

I frowned and cursed silently when I saw some blood on him, and quickly hurried over to him.

"Arlo!" I called out, parking my bike to the side of him. "What happened to you??"

The little boy sniffed and looked up at me, forcing a weak smile. "H-Hey, Fae..."

I sighed and kneeled down, getting a better look of his bruised and bloodied face. "Your brother again?"

Arlos shoulders slumped and he bowed his head, nodding. "Yeah...Dad left for the weekend for some business trip or something... Zeke invited over his friends and..."

I frowned, pushing down my anger for the boys sake.

His brother had done this a lot. I help fix him up once the damage is done, but now he's bringing in friends? I think it's about time something happens...

"You remember that old treehouse I took you to? Know how to get to it?" I asked, nudging him gently.

His eyes met mine once more, and he nodded. "I-I think so, yeah..."

"Good." I answered and stood. "Go there then, I'll meet you there in a bit."

I didn't wait for him to answer, knowing he'd listen, I simply turned and walked off, leaving him, my bike, and my crackers.

The kid needed them more than I did.

As I walked down the all-too‐familiar street, I pulled up my hood, heading straight for Arlos house and forming a plan in my mind.

When I got there, Zeke and his friends were in the living room, watching TV. Distracted by whatever game was playing.

I smirked to myself as I watched secretly from the window.

'They won't see me coming.'

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

I climbed up the ladder to the treehouse, staring at my bloody knuckles.

I was hurting, but it wasn't too bad, just a twisted ankle, maybe sprained wrist, but really just a few cuts and bruises were all I had. And seeing that I took on four older guys? I think that's a pretty good turn out.

'All those street fights are paying off.' I thought to myself, smirking in victory.

I pushed open the little door and was immediately met with a wide smile and a happy shout of my name.

"You came!" Arlo cheered, seeming in a much better mood than before as he skipped toward me.

I chuckled and pushed him back gently. "'Course I did. And, I gave your brother a good lesson too."

He blinked and looked me over. "You...You fought him?"

I smirked slightly and nodded. "I did. Him and his friends."

I watched as a grin slowly creeped onto Arlos face and he lunged forward to wrap his small arms around me.

"Thank you, Fae!" He smiled up at me, eyes sparkling.

I hesitated then slowly hugged him back. "You're welcome, kid."

I hugged him for a moment before letting go and stepping back, feeling oddly strange with the contact, not remembering the last time I had it.

"Alright, Lo." I started. "I'm gonna get you cleaned up and then you can stay here for the next few nights until your dad gets back."

  He smiled and nodded, moving and sitting on the mattress in the corner that was brought up ages ago.

A little while later, he was all cleaned and bandaged up. There were no broken bones or sprains thankfully, he didn't need to deal with that.

"I'll be back sometime tomorrow, okay? I'll bring some stuff for you." I told him as I went to the ladder.

"Okay! Thank you again, Fae." He beamed up at me, and I chuckled before mock saluting and climbing down.

As I walked away, I heard Arlo call out a goodbye behind me.

"Bye, Fae!" He yelled. "See you tomorrow!"

I smiled to myself but didn't turn around, completely unaware that that moment was the last time I'd see him or that treehouse ever again.

#the bad batch #star wars #tbb #writing #clone wars #the clones #the beginning #wish come true

[autisticshadowthehedgehog]

The Eggfam Sitcom Pitch

The Parent:

Dr Ivo Robotnik | Eggman - evil villain supreme and creator of about one-shit billion robot children. The robots that have more sentience consider him their dad and are very protective of him despite his varying levels of niceness to them. He does have a soft spot for them, whether or not he shows it, though he mainly focuses on capturing Sonic the Hedgehog, local mobian hero.

The Children:

Metal Sonic  - insists he is the oldest because he was built first, even though he’s mentally a teenager and we’re pretty sure Coconuts was created first anyway, but we don’t like to argue with him. He’s partially nonverbal, very stubborn, and competitive as hell. The only one Bokkun listens to, somehow, as well as the only one not unnerved in the slightest by Tails Doll. I think his inner narration should be heard throughout the show like Scrubs.

Scratch and Grounder - twin robots, designed respectively after a chicken and a god-only-knows. Scratch is the more take-charge of the two while Grounder is the more dim-witted. They argue all the time with each other and with everyone else. Because they never get any reactions from Metal Sonic, they believe that they don’t bother him. They do. Very much.

Coconuts - small little angry monkey, perpetual disappointment of the family. You know Garry/Jerry from Parks and Rec? That’s his role in the show. He’s mentally the oldest/most responsible and also the most frustrated due to the aforementioned JerryMandering. The focus of the most of Bokkun’s pranks.

Metal Knuckles - more of a quiet loner than the others, and unlike the rest, has the ability to think before they act. They’re not as concerned with getting Eggman’s approval, instead just trying to do their job as best they can. Due to these traits, they’re the least likely to get pulled in wacky shenanigans. They still will, just not as often as everyone else. They use they/them pronouns now because I said so.

Decoe and Bocoe - two humanoid bodyguard robots. Of the pair, Decoe is smarter, though they both have a lot of ignorance in regards to social smarts. Both of them are clumsy but friendly, and a constant annoyance to Metal Sonic.

Bokkun - the ultimate “spoiled youngest child” archetype. Bokkun has the mentality of a 6-8yo in the most annoying way possible. She is a messenger robot mainly but tends to end her messages by blowing something up. She also is obsessed with sweets and pranks and constantly teases the other bots to the point where they keep trying to fight her (with the exception of Metal Sonic, as the two of them seem to tolerate each other). However, they can also be a HUGE crybaby and have quite the temper. She uses she/they pronouns now because I said so.

Orbot and Cubot - another pair of robots with a very clear smart/dumb dichotomy. Orbot is much more calm and collected, while Cubot is quite random and often malfunctions. The two of them, unlike the other bots, don’t have a sibling dynamic and instead have more of an “obliviously blissful married couple” vibe. So they’re less siblings of Metal Sonic and his squad and more the weird uncles who somehow get into just as much chaos.

Tails Doll - nobody is sure what Tails Doll is or where it came from or what it can do. At this point we’re not even sure if Robotnik created it. Tails Doll never speaks, only stares into the middle-distance. If you look directly at it, you will either hear pure white noise or very ominous music. We do not know how it can fly or operate, especially since we don’t think it has any mechanics inside. It does what it wants and nobody can stop it. Its pronouns are unknown to us mere mortals so you can just call them by anything.

Belle - the youngest of the Robotnik fam. She was built during Eggman’s “Mr Tinkerer” phase, and thus is very sweet, polite and gentle, with a disposition towards goodness, making her a huge outcast among the Robotnik Lab. Most of the time she’s trying to live with the Sonic Squad™ but due to shenanigans she often ends up kidnapped and thus stuck in a room with her siblings who try to teach her how to behave evilly before these stupid hedgehogs can irreversibly correct her moral code. She’s got the awkward, confused new kid vibe.

The Disowned Children:

Breezie - one of Eggman’s oldest bots, and the first one who permanently rebelled. She was an assassin-bot, but now she runs a talkshow and has a pretty stable life with Junior. The two of them stay out of everyone’s crap most of the time, minding their own business, but sometimes they’ll stop over for holidays because they love drama and wanna see what happens.

Junior - another one of Eggman’s “lost” bots, he was designed to be Eggman’s son, only to decide that Sonic was cooler. He’s now a construction worker helping to repair damage that is mostly caused by his creator. He lives with Breezie and while they stay out of everyone’s way most of the time, the two of them are suckers for drama so they’ll show up every now and again just to throw Eggman off his rhythm.

E123 OMEGA - the most dangerous of Eggman’s lost bots, Omega will stop at nothing short of destroying every Robotnik creation to prove that he is superior. He lives with Team Dark, the weird cousins who are tentatively on Sonic’s side, though he will not hesitate to murder anything in front of his eyes. Everyone loves him.

and finally...... the new boyfriend:

Dr Starline - shows up to help Eggman create a Zombot virus and immediately attracts the ire of all of the lab children despite not really doing anything to them. They don’t like that Eggman is paying attention to someone else and will stop at nothing to bring him down. And probably kill him.

tell me you wouldnt watch this show. it’d be the funniest thing

#sonic the hedgehog #ivo robotnik #dr eggman #metal sonic #belle the tinkerer #eggfam #mine

[crescentsteel]

When in Brazil - Sunshine

pairing: Hinata x f!reader genre: SMUT wc: 6.6k warnings: fingering, oral, body worship, praise kink, hinata with big dik

[a/n]

I said to myself, lets make this quick and short. lol yea sure

No beta. This is Spartaaaaa 

My brain went bzzt bzzt after this. 

Let me know if you want to be part of the taglist for this mini series

Beach || masterlist

  “Are there any more deliveries for me, y/n?” The ginger asks while beaming at you like he hasn’t been delivering orders under the heat of the sun across Rio the whole afternoon. 

“We’re all good, Shoyo.” You smile back. He’s such an earnest part-timer that your mood just lifts up whenever you see him. You rarely find anyone like him. Even though he’s just delivering orders for the diner, he’s so dedicated to it. He’s not like one of your previous delivery guys who grumbles before and after work as if they’re not getting paid. Shoyo is different. His eyes are full of life, full of purpose.

You like seeing him around because his sincerity and politeness makes you feel like you’re not just some dumb waitress in some small diner. Aside from pleasing to talk to, he’s also pleasing to look at. He’s like a cute boy-next-door kind of guy.

“I’ll be going ahead then!”

“Wait!” He turns around with an inquisitive look on his face. You want to keep him around longer for tonight. It’s been a rough day for you and you could use some sunshine. “Actually, I’d appreciate some help closing up. I’ll serve you something for dinner in return.” His face brightens up at your request. There it is. Mr. Sunshine, indeed. 

“Sure, y/n! Just tell me what to do.” 

He’s an efficient help to have. What you usually do in 40 minutes or so was done in just 20. 

“Wow, I should ask you to help out more often,” you say jokingly. “No problem, y/n! I can help out after deliveries.” 

You wave your hand frantically. “Oh no no no. I was just kidding, Shoyo. I can’t always give you dinner. The owner would notice when we do inventory.” You laugh apprehensively.

“You don’t have to! I don’t mind staying for a few minutes to help out after deliveries.”

You stare at him with an appreciative smile on your face. Bless his pure heart. Boys in Brazil could learn from him. “Alright. I’ll be in the kitchen to prepare your food real quick.”

He seats himself in one of the vacant lounges, grinning at you as you enter the kitchen. Since it was just him, you get it done in ten minutes or less. When you get out of the tiny room, he’s like a puppy salivating at the tray you’re holding. 

“Here you go, sir.” You jokingly say.

He doesn’t respond as his eyes twinkle at the food you laid out in front of him. Poor Shoyo. He must have been starving or maybe he’s just glad for the free food.

You decide to clean up the kitchen and the counter while you wait for him to finish, but he ate so fast that he’s done before you are. 

When he sees you still occupied, he takes it upon himself to get his used cutleries and wash it. He easily finds where to put them and he even wipes the table he sat on. If ever he asks you for another job, you’d instantly recommend him to the owner to replace one of the staff who’s basically a sloth. 

You two almost finish at the same time. 

“Thank you so much for the dinner, y/n.” He bows. You’re thrown off at first, but you remember that he’s from Japan. 

“Thank you, Shoyo. Seriously. The help is nothing compared to the food.” You get out of the cashier and get your bag. You remove your apron and shove it there before leading him out of the diner as you lock it up. 

“I’ll walk you home, y/n.” 

You wave your hand dismissively. He’s done so much already. “No, it’s fine. You must be tired.” 

He shakes his head in disagreement. “Not really! I wanna walk a bit too, but if you’re uncomfortable with it, I-”

“It’s okay!” You interrupt him. You do appreciate it if he’d accompany you home. You just thought he’s doing it to be kind and polite. “It’d be nice to chat with someone on the way home.” You tell him. He keeps his bicycle at his right while you’re at his left. 

Even as the night is fully settled in, Shoyo’s energy is still soaring as he narrates why he’s here in Rio. No wonder his eyes are always gleaming vividly. He wants to accomplish something badly that he traveled halfway across the world in a foreign country. And as you get sucked in his story, you don’t notice you’re at your apartment already. 

“I live right here. Do you wanna come in for tea or beer or whatever?” You invite him, wanting to hear more of his Volleyball journey. He seems glad from your invitation. Maybe he wanted someone to talk about it too.

“I’m okay with just water.”

You open your door and hold it out open for him. “You sure?”

He nods sprightly which makes you smile at the pure innocence he exudes. He eyes your whole place when he gets inside. “Wow. You live all alone, y/n?”

“Uh huh. I don’t like having roommates.”

“I think I’d get more homesick if I lived all alone,” he remarks.

From being awed, you begin to feel bad for him. It must be really tough to be so far away. “Well, you can always come here if you feel like talking or stuff,” you offer earnestly. You don’t mind him visiting every now and then. He’s such a positive energy amongst the dread of your everyday routine that’s constantly draining you. Also, You can’t imagine him being one of those guys who just hang out to get a slice of action. 

Since then, he frequently came over. 

On the days when he had deliveries for your diner, he’d help you close up. Instead of getting him dinner from the small diner, you two would get something on the way to your apartment or you’d fix him a quick meal when you get there.

He’s a comfortable company. Because he’s quite the talker, he never runs out of things to say. He not only talks about his life in Japan, but also here in Rio. You practically know all his friends here just from his stories.

“Didn’t they say anything when you wanted to leave?” You prod when he opened up missing his family. “They did, but they still pushed me to do it. They know what’s it for, and they know I’ll be back.”

“What about your girlfriend?”

A soft blush surfaces on his cheeks as he chuckles nervously. “I don’t have one.”

“Oh? Who’s the cute girl in your wallpaper then?” You’ve seen it several times when he looks at the time with his phone.

“She’s our Volleyball manager and a really good friend,” he explains as he gets his phone to show you something. “She’s been with the team since I was a first year.” He shows you a photo of him, a black-haired guy who’s probably Kageyama, and the cute blonde girl. 

Your attention all goes to him, his innocent beam at the camera while his arms are sprawled in the air. “Oh my God,” you exclaim while staring at the photo.

“You were so skinny!”

You look back and forth from the screen of his phone to him, comparing how he looked like then and how he looks like now. You pull your chair closer to him so you can scrutinize him more. He looked so young and pure back then. Literally, just a kid.  

“Wow.”

You gape at him, marveling at how his features have changed so much. Even if he still has that baby face, his face has definitely gained structure. And the scrawny boy in the photo? You can’t find that anymore with the Shoyo in front of you right now. He even has a nice tan going on that suits him so well. 

Without thinking, your hands fly to his shoulders to grasp the muscle he’s built after high school, squeezing them firmly before trailing down to his well-defined chest. Damn, he really put some nice work to achieve this. You drag your hands down to see how his abs are and holy crap, he’s fucking lean. 

Your gaze drops further just below where your hands are and see a faint outline of what he’s hiding beneath his shorts. 

“Ah!”

You immediately remove your hands off of him and raise your palms in mid air. “I’m so sorry! That was so perv- I mean rude of me to do that all of a sudden.” You apologize in a panicked tone, hoping that he didn’t think you were being handsy, even if you really were. 

“I was just amazed because you looked so different from the photo and uh..” you laugh to make up for the missing excuses you were supposed to say. 

He laughs with you, a timid smile gracing his face.

“It’s okay, y/n. You can continue touching me if you want.”

You squirm as you put your hands to your lap, clutching your shorts from the sudden thick air that engulfs the room. He sounded harmless. Even his face is his usual good-natured facade. But those words meant something else to you, an invitation to touch him more.

You let out a tense tither before turning to him. “No no! Haha. I’m fine. It was just on impulse.”

In an attempt to hide the awkwardness, you gather his used dishes and cutleries. “Let me get these washed up.” You stand up and hurriedly get to the sink. 

What was that weird sexual tension? That over there in your dining table is just your nice delivery boy, Shoyo. You’re nothing but co-workers who are just friendly to each other.

You let the cold water run on your fingers and wrists while you wash the dishes. You need to get back to him composed and cooled off. You want your relationship as it is now. You don’t want to feel awkward and bothered.

So what if you just realized that he’s hot and nice and completely alone with you?

“Do you need help with anything, y/n?

You yelp at the sound of his voice so close behind you. You can feel his warm breath fanning your neck and his body hovering at your back. He’s barely pressing against your back but you can already feel the ends of your hairs prickling your skin. 

“Wah! Why are you having goosebumps, y/n? Are you cold??”

“Yeah. It is a bit windy tonight.” You lie with a tense chuckle as you hasten your task so you could escape the situation. To worsen things for you, he places both hands on your bare shoulders and caresses them up and down to create heat. 

“I hope this is warm enough,” he says concernedly. 

It’s more than just warm. He’s supposed to create friction by rubbing your shoulders, but he’s skimming so gently on your skin that it’s fueling a different kind of heat stemming from your core from the supposed friendly gesture he’s doing to you. You fight off the urge to clench your thighs together for he might notice it since he’s just a hair away behind you. 

You saw him as a nice guy but his hands are making you feel otherwise. You had to bite your lower lip to suppress a whimper that was at the tip of your tongue. You can pass it off as a groan of relief, but with your current state, it might sound sexual. Since when were you this sensitive?

“Do you want me to prepare your green tea?” he kindly offers. 

“Yes, please,” you answer weakly. 

He takes his hands off you and gets you your green tea as he suggested to. You breathe a sigh of relief when he leaves. You feel like you’re about to break from how heavy his sexual pull is on you. Is he even aware? 

You dry your hands and saunter back to your dining table to take a seat and give your legs a break. Shoyo places the cup of tea in front of you and sits beside you. 

“Why do you always drink that, y/n? It doesn’t taste good.” 

“It’s to help me lose weight.” You draw the cup to your lips and take a sip. 

“Ehh? But you already look hot as you are.”

You almost choked on your tea from what he just said. You weren’t expecting such an adjective from him. With trembling fingers, you return the cup to the table. “You okay, y/n?” He asks worriedly. 

You clear your throat. “Yeah, I’m okay.”

He can’t help but notice that you’ve been on the edge since you felt him up. He believes that you did it with no malicious intent, so he really didn’t mind. He knows that all you think of him is a good help to the diner. That’s why you comfortably invited him to your home, but he can see right now that he’s made you uncomfortable for some reason.

Maybe you’re really embarrassed with what just happened even if he did say it was fine. He really was okay with you touching him, even if it was something more than just touching. But it’s not like you see him like that.

He likes you a lot, so he should just go so he doesn’t make you any more uneasy. “It’s getting late, so I’ll go now, y/n.” 

When he stands up, you immediately follow. “Oh? Already?” You ask with a hint of disappointment in your voice, which makes him a bit confused. Did you not want him to? 

“Do you want me to stay for a bit longer?”

You look at him hesitantly before shaking your head. He smiles amicably at you for the usual hospitality you’ve given him. “Thanks for the dinner, y/n.” He looks at the time and heads for the door. 

“Shoyo!”

He shifts his body to your direction while he waits for what you’re going to say “I- uhhh. Sorry about a while ago.”

He strides back to where you are and grabs your hand, slowly leading it to his chest with a faint grin playing on the corners of his lips. “It really is okay, y/n.” When your palm lands on his pecs, you just let it stay in one spot as you look at him differently than usual. You regard him with doe eyes gleaming with baffled curiosity.

With his grip still on your wrist, he does the work for you and guides your hand down to where you touched him just a while ago. Your line of sight follows your hand while his is completely focused on you, anticipating your reaction if you’re satisfied with just this.

He lets go of your wrist, allowing you to do as you please. You raise your gaze to meet his, your eyes asking him for permission.

“I really don’t mind, y/n.” 

Your other hand goes to his bicep, firmly grasping it before you take one step closer to him. Both 

your hands travel to his midsection, the feel of your delicate caress making his thoughts not as friendly as it used to be. Especially with how impressed you look with your hands all over him.

“Can I touch you too?” He blurts out without thinking. 

He instantly regrets it when he sees the surprised look on your face as you pull your hands away.

“No! I didn’t mean t-“

You silence him instantly by putting a hand over his mouth. “I didn’t say anything,” you mutter as you usher his one hand to your waist.

You remove your hand from his mouth and use it to lead his other hand on your neck. You don’t know what you’re doing. You keep your eyes on his neck while he languidly roams his left hand on the small of your back until his arm is wrapped around you. He doesn’t move his right hand away from your neck. He only strokes it tenderly with his thumb. 

“Y/n.”

You swallow the lump in your throat as you raise your gaze to him. “Can we do more than just touching?”

Instead of answering him, you yield to the heavy sensual pull that you’ve been trying to ignore earlier. You slowly reach for his lips, wanting to gradually settle yourself in the present situation.

But when your lips touched his, he didn’t share the same idea you had as he wastes no time exploring your mouth with his. All the hesitation he had is gone with his hand dropping down to your ass to give it a firm squeeze which draws you even closer to him, letting you feel his erection against your core. 

He doesn’t take his mouth off of yours as he leads you to the dining table, taking both of your ass cheeks in his hands and carrying your weight as he guides you to sit at the edge of the table. 

When you’re comfortably seated, he tugs the flank of your shirt and hurriedly takes it off you. You want to look at him to see what he looks like when he’s not being the nice Shoyo you used to see him as. But he gets back to your mouth in just a second, sticking his tongue out to let it wander inside your warm cavern. 

His hands immediately find the clasp of your bra and unhooks it with ease. That’s when he pulled away. His eyes are glued to your body as he removes the undergarment slowly, as if he’s unwrapping his gift with the slow reveal of your breasts.

His eyes glimmer with delight when he completely slides the clothing off your arms. It kinda makes you conscious with the way he’s staring at you, like his eyes are burning through your skin. You use one arm to cover your boobs, but he instantly sees through your plan. 

As soon as you lift your arm, soft panic sets off in his eyes. He immediately grips your wrist and slams your hand against the table.

“Don’t!” 

“But you were staring too much.”

His gaze drops down again to your unclad breasts with reverence. “Cause you’re pretty.” He leans down on you again, his plush lips just within an easy reach from yours. “So pretty that I can’t stop staring.” 

You expect him to kiss you again, but his mouth latches on your jaw instead, nipping the sensitive skin beneath it. A soft sigh comes out of your already parted lips while his palms trace the length of both your arms up to your shoulders. He kisses his way down to your collar bones, savoring any skin that his lips graze upon until he reaches one soft mound. 

His hands follow the trails of his lips, one finding its way on the curve of your hip while the other stops on your breast where his mouth isn’t latched onto.

He delivers sloppy kisses, sucking on your perk nipple and swirling his tongue on it like it was a treat. The other bud isn’t left out as he plays with it, tweaking it between his thumb and index finger. 

Your breathing starts to become shallow from the surge of desire spreading throughout your body. 

He cups both sides of your boobs and pushes them together before he continues on, letting his tongue toy with your nipples almost simultaneously. He’s so into it that his teeth accidentally scrape one bud.

“Ah!”

He immediately stops and looks at you apologetically, misunderstanding the moan that came from you.

“Sorry...”

“No. It felt good,” you feebly tell him.

His eyes brighten up and gets back to what he’s doing. He takes the hard bud in between his teeth, tugging it lightly as he looks up to you, his orbs eager for your approval. It spurs you on even more. You give him one nod as you feel your cunt throbbing from how your arousal is heightening by the minute. 

“Shoyo,” you call him weakly which he didn’t seem to hear. 

He lets go of your breasts and licks his way down right on top of your shorts, leaving a trail of saliva on your skin. He unbuttons your shorts, the sound of your zipper being rolled down letting you know what he’s planning. 

“Shoyo.” You call out louder this time, causing his hand to rest on your groin. “Let’s go to my room already.” You expect him to be glad, but he frowns. “But I want to taste you already. Please, y/n? I want to eat you out here.”

Your legs quiver from how much he wants you, his eagerness affecting you as you yourself get impatient and wonder how his tongue would feel on your pussy. 

“Do it.” He smiles at your approval as you lift your ass off the table to help him get your shorts off. You aren’t surprised that he tugs your underwear together with it as he peels it off you. You’re starting to get an idea how he is at bed - impatient, excitable, and eager to please.

A subtly smirk tugs up your lips when you realize you’re in for a fun night. 

He doesn’t notice it though. He takes a step back to relish the vision that you are. His eyes are completely focused on your bare body with keen hunger as he traces every curve in sight. You indulge him a bit by spreading your legs apart for him to see.

“Wow.”

His eyes don’t leave your cunt while he drags the chair he’s previously sitting on. He spreads your legs even further as he sits down. He places his thumbs on your inner thighs, gently caressing them before he stripes one thumb on your slit.

“You’re so wet, y/n,” he says right before dipping down and tracing his tongue where his thumb just did earlier. He continues doing so, licking up and down the length of your opening as you lean your head back to enjoy what he’s giving you. He eagerly slurps on your juices, lapping on your slit with his hot tongue.

He uses his thumbs to spread your folds that surround your clit, exposing the swollen bud for him to taste. When he gives it a delicate, languid lick, your one hand frantically grips his hair. He takes it up a notch and inserts his middle finger inside .

“Haaa,” you moan out loud which urges him on even more. He pumps his finger inside you, gradually picking up the pace when you start squirming within his hold. 

“Another,” you tell him breathlessly.

“Another what?” He asks cluelessly while his mouth continues ravaging your clit. “Add another finger,” you answer to which he complies immediately. He stretches you even more with the addition of one thick, calloused finger inside.

He looks up at you, parting his mouth away from your pussy to show you his two digits that are half inside you. “Like this?” 

You nod. “Yeah. Like,” He suddenly shoves the two fingers knuckles deep into you. “thathnnnnggg.” You clutch his hair tighter while your mouth gapes at the instant fullness you feel down in your center. His eyes don't leave your face anymore as he latches his mouth back on your hardened clit. 

You’re whining while grinding on his face, getting wetter even as he relentlessly drinks your lewd essence. He loves the look on your face, blissed out and completely lost in the moment. He loves how you keep trying to close your legs together even with his arm not allowing you to do so. He loves the desire glimmering clearly in your eyes as you meet his gaze while he feasts on your pussy. 

He already got aroused the first time you touched him. Seeing you unravel before him gets his cock throbbing painfully within his shorts. He’s so tempted to remove his arm and let you crush him between your thighs so he can palm his cock.

He doesn’t even know if you’d let him go any further than this. What if after you cum you change your mind and ask him to go home? There wouldn’t be anything wrong with that. He’ll just replay the scene before him as he jacks off in his own room. 

His one hand goes inside his shorts and takes out his cock, causing your thigh to waver without his support. He grasps the base of his dick, squeezing it firmly, easily distracting himself with his own pleasure as he moans in your cunt. 

You immediately notice. You see him firmly gripping his member, pumping it steadily up and down with eyes closed as he slows down his ministrations with you. You cup his face, forcing him to open his eyes and look at you again. “Stop fucking yourself. I’ll do it with my mouth after you make me cum.”

He stops like you asked him to. “Really?” His eyes pleading with lust to uphold your erotic promise. “Yeah. So make cum already,” you brazenly order him. He tucks his cock back in his shorts right away, using his arm once again to spread you wide. His mouth, lips, and fingers pick up the pace, thrusting swiftly in and out of your while flicking and sucking at your clit.

“Ooohhh fuck.” You claw on your wooden table from the rapid build up of pleasure. You can feel the heat in your groin, spreading quickly through your body. “Yes, yesss. Don’t stop,” you mindlessly whine. Everything he’s doing is pushing you further to your release - the friction and fullness provided by his fingers and the wild strokes of his tongue on your clit. He suddenly curves his fingers, hitting just the right spot that blurred your vision from how good it feels. 

“Cumming... am cumming, Shoyo!!” You trash helplessly on his face as the pleasure floods your senses, but he doesn’t stop. He only slows down, matching your post-orgasm state as you come down from your high. 

You tug his hair up while panting to catch your breath. “Come here.” He stands up and you reach for the back of his head to cover his mouth with yours, tasting your own fluids in his lips. “Help me get down,” you whisper to him. 

He effortlessly grabs the back of your thighs to get you to stand again. Once your feet reach the floor, you release his lips and drag him to your room. 

Once inside, you lock lips with him again as you scurry towards your bed. You get him to lie down as you straddle him, your wetness rubbing on the bulge of his shorts. You hurriedly remove his clothes, itching to see the delicious muscles you touched only with his shirt on. He helps you as he tugs down his shorts and underwear, his last piece of clothing thrown somewhere on the floor. 

You bite your lower lip as your eyes roam on his body. He should thank beach volleyball for the tan and the jaw-dropping build. Your gaze falls on his naked bulge that you saw a glimpse of earlier. Damn. You weren’t seeing things earlier. He really is packing down there. 

“Is something wrong?” He asks with a worried look, returning your gaze back at him. “Nothing’s wrong. Everything’s,” Your eyes get distracted with how he gulps, your gaze lingering down again on his gorgeous chest. “..fine.”  

You return the favor, starting on his neck. You plant your arms on his shoulder as you move your hips up, resting your cunt on his toned abs. You deliver soft kisses on the delicate skin of his neck, letting your tongue sneak a few licks as you go down on him until his cock is within the reach of your mouth. 

You position yourself in between his legs as you grip his shaft. His hips lift up from the contact. You watch his reactions as you start to drag your palm around his member up and down. He’s already heaving with lips parted as he takes the pleasure you’re giving him with eyes closed. You find it cute - how he’s this sensitive when you’re barely done anything yet. 

You gather your spit and let it drool at his cock, the translucent liquid glazing the tip down to the base. You trace his length with your index finger, from the tiny slit of his tip down to his balls. You go back up to the head of his cock, but you do it with your tongue instead of your finger. 

You peek at him again. He’s semi sitting up with his elbows on the cushion as he glues his eyes on your tongue on his dick. You grip him again, tighter this time before pressing one digit firmly on his tip. He throws his head back from the pressure and you use that chance to take his thick girth in your mouth

His thighs tremble as he lets out a euphoric moan while you sink lower and lower on his dick. “Your mouth -aahhh so gooood.” 

He really likes you and thinks you’re fun to talk to, but sometimes he’d catch himself fantasizing about you when he gets home and ends up masturbating at the thought of you sucking him off. But his right hand doesn’t even compare to the actual warmth of your lips wrapped around his dick at present.

He keeps his eyes on you, which is a bad idea for him since it’s only quickening the pleasure that was boiling at the pit of his stomach. But he can’t help but stare at you. You look so good, so pretty, with your ass up as you suck him even faster.

He can feel his cum threatening to explode already. He feels so lame, but your mouth just feels so magnificent that he can’t hold it in any further. “Stop, y/n. Please~ aah ahhh gonna cum already.” He doesn’t want you to be disappointed with him, but it’s as if you didn’t hear him. You even go deeper while quickening your pace.

He gives in to it, gripping your hair as the peak of his pleasure takes over. He expects you to pull away, but you continue sucking, letting him shoot his load at the back of your throat. 

You take all of it, swallowing every drop he let out in your mouth. You did hear him say stop, but the lascivious delight on his face contradicted his words. You had to let him finish even if that meant you won’t get to feel how his cock feels inside your already sopping pussy. 

You sit up as you wipe your mouth with the back of your hand. As for Shoyo, he covers his eyes with his forearm while he pants. You start to get up and head for your drawers when you feel him grab your wrist before you can even leave the bed

“Where are you going?” He asks. 

“To get dressed.”

“But we’re not done yet?”

You appreciate the thought. He really is such a generous guy, but.. “It’s fine, Shoyo. You don’t have to force it. You’re already soft??” Your statement becomes a question when you see his arousal still erect. 

You don’t know whether to be amused or amazed at that, so you end up staring dumbfounded at him who’s still lying on his back.

He grins at you as he sits up straight and goes for your lips. It wasn’t soft and gentle like you expect from someone who just came. He seems even hungrier, more eager for you. 

He guides your hand to his shaft, confirming that he’s hard and ready to continue with what you have in mind. You smile into the kiss, curious and excited as to how he feels inside your pussy. Horny as you are, you throw yourself at him which causes him to lie back down again with you on top of him. 

As your tongues clash against one another, you rub your moist slit against his erection, teasing both yourself and him while doing so. He’s groaning in your mouth while he keeps one hand on the back of your head and the other firmly gripping your waist. “Y/n, can I put in already?” He asks with hazy eyes even though his hand on your waist goes down to his cock and aligns it on your folds.

“Mmm, wait.” You lift yourself off of him and reach for your purse that was hanging on one of the metal bed frames. You quickly get a condom and throw your purse somewhere. You tear the packet and remove his hand from his shaft to unroll the rubber on it while he watches. You take over his previous attempt and position the tip on your entrance. You place a palm on his stomach to anchor yourself as you lower yourself on him. 

He stares at you mesmerized while you wince from how his cock is spreading you open. You ball your fist that was still on his abdomen, trying to get used to the discomfort even if he’s still not fully inside you. He recovers first and glances back on how you’re doing. 

“Shoyo, you’re-ughhh-big,” you tell him with a pained expression. “I- I am?” He asks with pink streak surfacing on his cheeks, flattered from what you said. You nod while sinking lower until you finally cover the last inch, taking him entirely inside you.

He whips his head back on to the pillow with his cock completely sheathed inside the tight warmth of your pussy. He thought your mouth was already marvelous, but the way your walls deliciously envelop his cock is way beyond his wet dreams. 

Your hand joins the other, supporting yourself as you slowly lift your hips up and descend back down with the same agonizing tempo. While you adjust to his size, he keeps his eyes on his cock disappearing each bob of your hip. 

From your pussy, he rakes his eyes up to your naked body glimmering with sweat. You look so beautiful with your eyes shut, gaping lips, and tits bouncing altogether as you speed up. “You look so fucking pretty, y/n.” Your eyes flutter open from the unexpected vulgarity he uttered. It wasn’t like him, but it wasn’t forced either. He regards you with lust swimming in his orbs, the courteous friendship you two have totally erased as of this moment. 

You still for a second before you remove your hands off him and place them on his thighs as you lean back. You spread your thighs and plant the soles of your feet on your bed. You see his eyes widen because of the view. Rather bouncing up and down, you gyrate on his cock. It’s supposed to be a show for him, but with his size, you feel his cock gloriously scrape your insides with the circular movement of your hips. 

“Shit!” You curse before you close your eyes again as you start grinding on him. You don’t start slow this time. You impatiently roll your hips against his, driving his cock deep inside you each plunge. You didn’t think it would get any better than this until you feel his thumb on your neglected cit.

“Oh ffffuuuck.” You can’t even open your eyes anymore while his two fingers replace his thumb and rub the sensitive bud frantically. You could feel the pleasure escalating faster and faster with every salacious thrust of your hip and his every flick of your clit..

“Are you gonna cum, y/n?” You hear him ask. 

“Yesss. Am gonna cuuuuuummmm.” You clutched his legs tighter when your orgasm hits, your vision blurry when you open your eyes as you ride it out. He pulls your panting self to his chest and tenderly caresses your back.

He sweeps your hair behind your ear and whispers. “Did that feel nice?” 

You nod weakly. “Did you cum?” You ask in return. You were so occupied in your own pleasure that you lost awareness of his. He chuckles lowly. “No.”

“Oh..” You lift yourself up a bit to meet his gaze and apologize. 

“Why are you saying sorry? We aren’t done yet.”

What he said as a question earlier became a statement. Something changed in his eyes, a spark of determination that isn’t there earlier.

“Let’s just continue next time, Shoyo. I’m kind of tired,” you explain.

“There’s a next time?!” His eyes shine with enthusiasm which makes you laugh softly.

“Sure. Why not?” You lift your hips up but his hands quickly go down your ass and crash you back down, shoving his dick back in you hard and deep.

“Gaah!” 

“Thanks, y/n. But don’t worry about being tired. I’ll move instead,” he hums on your ear as he spreads your ass cheeks and pummels his cock wildly into your sensitive pussy.

You moan on his neck at the savage pace he starts with. “Shoyo, pleaseee. Sloweer mmmmm.”

“But why?” He whines. You can’t answer with how ferociously he’s rutting against you, his dick consistent with its swift thrusts. “Shit, your pussy feels amazing. So good, fuck.” His crude words of praise fan your pleasure that was rapidly filling your senses again. 

He rams your hips down to meet one sharp thrust. You gasp from how deep his cock went inside you. “Aaah!” 

“Do I make you feel good, y/n?”

You nod weakly as you grind slowly on his cock, desperate to chase your pleasure but too tired from your earlier stunt.

“Please, move,” you whisper with exhaustion.

“Tell me first. I want to hear it,” he demands.

“Too good, Shoyo. Your cock feels too good. So please, fuck me again already,” you shamelessly beg as his cock throbs inside you. 

Instead of granting your plea, he takes his cock out and pulls you to lie underneath him. He parts your legs apart for him and jams his dick right back inside. That’s when he indulges you, thrusting his size in and out of you at an unforgiving pace. 

He leans down on you, intertwining his fingers with yours as he pins both your hands on the bed. “Do you like this, y/n?” 

“I love it. Please please pleaaaaseee. Don’t stop mmmmmm,” you babble messily as your impending orgasm overwhelms you.

He clumsily kisses you, his teeth grazing your lips as slips his tongue in before covering his mouth with yours. He’s groaning relentlessly on your mouth while drilling his dick in your cunt. “You gonna cum?” 

“Yeaass haaa.” Your moans become louder and louder each thrust. “Gonna cum like this? With-ugh-my cock inside you?”

His obscene words make you writhe beneath him. You arch your back from the intense pleasure. He dips down on one nipple and fervidly sucks it. “Gonna c-aahhhhhhh.” You thrash violently beneath him as your hands clench his to ground yourself from the explosive orgasm that he caused.

“Fuck, yes. Cum on my cock, uhhh. Like that. Shit.”

His thrusts become erratic as he goes after his own orgasm while he milks yours. You hazily open your eyes and watch him chase his high with eyes shut and parted lips, animalistic pleasure taking over his features. He delivers one swift thrust and stays completely still, his dick twitching inside you as he cums.

You both pant heavily with him on top of you.

— 

You open the door for him and bid him goodnight. Your legs feel like crap but you don’t want to just drive him away on his own.

“Thanks for tonight, Shoyo.”

You’re not sure what you’re thanking him for, the company or the sex. Maybe both. 

“Um, y/n?” 

“Yeah?”

“Will there really be a next time?” He asks apprehensively, totally different from his demeanor from your last moments in bed. It’s kinda amusing. You didn’t think he had that in him.

“You’ll still help me close up the diner, right?” You ask meaningfully.

He beams at you. “Of course.”

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2x02

Hannibal Lecter x reader x Will Graham 

Hannibal Re-Write Series Masterlist

Word Count: 2.3k

Warnings: spoilers for hannibal, murder, mental health problems, jail, dead bodies

Author’s Note: Not sure how I feel about this one but I figured I’d throw a wrench in and see where it takes us 

Official Episode Summary : The body of one of Hannibal's victims turns up, carrying valuable evidence for the team; Will works to prove his innocence; Jack submits to mandated therapy; Will has an unexpected visitor.

I don’t own these characters. They belong to author/director 

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Alana and Hannibal walked on either side of you into the hospital. You don’t think you had ever been in a room with both of them at the same time. It was cold. The air nipped at your hands as you were outside and it wasn't that much better inside. 

“Chiltons establishment is colder than the weather,” you muttered. Alana scoffed and nodded, looking around.

“It’s as cold as he is,” Alana muttered.

“There are likely cameras around,” Hannibal said, glancing around the room. “But I agree.” You smiled softly and nodded. The three of you walked into the large room, many small cages that resembled a carnival sized tank around the room. Will was inside one. 

“Hello,” Hannibal spoke first. Alana and Hannibal stopped a few feet away. You walked a step further and Will gave you a sympathy look. He at least knew that you weren’t scared of him. 

“I’ve lost the plot,” Will said after a moment. “I’m the unreliable narrator of my own story.” His words stung right where it hurt. “I’m trying to place myself somewhere in the frame of my mind and I have no bearings. No landmarks to tell me who I am.” 

“You have an incomplete self. We are who we are in the now and we are the sum of our memories. There are pieces of you...you can’t see,” Alana explained. Her voice gave her away. She cared about Will quite a lot. 

“I’m afraid to see. I don’t know who I am anymore and I’m afraid,” Will muttered. 

“Without remembering, you’re seized by something imagined. It has the brilliant immediacy of a childhood fantasy and if just as real,” Hannibal whispered. Will finally looked at Hannibal and his eyes brimmed with tears.

“I don't know what’s worse. Believing I did it or believing you did it...and did this to me.” 

Something about that sentence sat wrong with you immediately. Will would never give up all of his cards this early but you didn’t say that out loud. 

“Hannibal’s not responsible, Will. And neither are you. We have to get the truth of what happened. It’s the only way you can move forward,” Alana said. 

“What do you think?” Will asked. His voice shook. 

“I don’t think you did it,” you said honestly. Behind you, Hannibal’s eyes met the back of your head. 

“That isn’t helping,” Alana told you. 

“I stand my ground Alana,” you said, voice breathy and far away as you and Will stared at each other. He was trying to tell you something. 

“Let us help you, Will. Let me help you,” Hannibal said. Will clenched and he was trying to hold something back.

“I need your help.” Will started to sob and you took an instinct step forward. Hannibal grabbed your arm and held you back so that a guard didn’t yell at you. Still, your other hand was held up a bit, wanting to comfort him

-

When Alana and Hannibal left you stayed back, walking with the guards to WIll’s cell. As the guards went away Will’s eyes went up to yours and they were even, much more even than they had been crying a few minutes before.

You scoffed.

“I knew something was wrong.”

“I figured you had.”

“But you can’t tell me the angle,” you said. He nodded.

“I don’t exactly trust your relationship with Hannibal right now,” he admitted. You raised an eyebrow.

“Why?” 

“I can’t trust what he wants with you.”

“But my feelings toward him?” Will looked at you as you stood at the white line. 

“I know you believe me. I also know that you have your own emotions about Hannibal Lecter. It is now a cat and mouse game and I don’t know whose involved and whose who.” 

“But the three of us-”

“Yeah. It’s the three of us.”

-

You stood in the waiting room of Hannibal’s office. You were back at work although it was more support from Hannibal than work. You just made sure everything was in line. The front door opened, much to your surprise. Your mind almost thought it was Will because you hadn't been there since Will had been arrested really. Working at least.

A pretty woman walked up with you. You gave her a smile and she gave one back.

“Do you have an appointment?” you asked. She looked at you for a moment and didn’t answer you. You waited patiently. 

“No,” she said quietly. “Is he free?” You nodded.

“You can just knock, I don’t think he’s doing anything.” She continued to stare at you and you were getting self conscious.

“Are you Y/N Graham?” 

“Will and I aren’t married. But yeah, I’m Y/N,” you said. You suddenly recognized her from perhaps a picture you had seen before. “You’re Bedelia.” She nodded.

“Pleased to finally put a face to the name.”

“Hannibal talks about me?” She laughed and nodded.

“You and Will are often a topic that comes up. I’m glad I got to see you before I go.” YOu raised an eyebrow.

“Go?” 

“I should probably go see Hannibal,” she said and you nodded, agreeing.

“It was nice to meet you Bedelia.” She gave you a curt nod and disappeared inside. 

A few minutes later Bedelia left and Hannibal walked outside.

“Were you dumped?” you asked. 

“It seems so. Would you like to go to a morgue with me?” You laughed and shrugged. You weren’t quite prepared for that question but nothing surprised you anymore.

“Will Jack be there?”

“Yes.” 

“Let’s go.” You got up and walked over with Hannibal out of the door together. You walked to Hannibal’s car and got into the passenger seat.

“You know the FBI is looking over him, yes?” he asked. You nodded. 

“Alana showed me her papers she was keeping in. A saving grace, that woman,” you whispered. He nodded.

“And hopefully Jack will see the error of his ways,” Hannibal said.

“More importantly, hopefully the law will see the error of his ways.” Hannibal nodded and pulled out of the parking lot.

-

You sat at the white line.

“I don't trust therapy,” you said. “With Hannibal at least.” Will laughed bitterly.

“Are you or are you not going with him to crime scenes?”

“I haven’t been to one yet,” you admitted. 

“Yet being the key word here.” You messed with your hands. Will was also sitting on the ground. There was a chair in the back but you preferred being at the same eye level. 

“I won’t if you don't want me to.” 

“No,” he said and clenched, shaking his head. “Go. I wanna know how it’ll turn out from an unbiased source.” 

“Bev has come to see you,” you muttered. He sighed.

“I was hoping you weren’t going to know that.” 

“Hannibal told me actually.” You glanced at the ground then back at him. “Are you sure-”

“It’s all that feels right or sane right now,” he told you. 

“Then I may as well see the murders,” you said. He nodded. 

“You know normal couples would talk about what’s for dinner? How work was?” he said. You laughed.

“It’s your fault you had to get yourself arrested.” 

“It was Hannibal.”

“I heard you the first time Graham.” 

-

“The three of you make a good team,” Bev said as you walked through a corn field with a silo. You nodded, shrugging. You and Hannibal were with the BAU, looking into the murders. The bodies had finally been found, with help of Will, Hannibal and you. You had little input but your brain was trained enough by Hannibal and Will to know more than the average person.

“We’ve been told that a few times,” you said as you walked up to the silo.

“We do make a good team,” Hannibal said. Jack walked up to you three and let out a sigh at the sight of you.

“You don’t work for me. And we’re being investigated, how would it look with the ex girlfriend of a man being convicted of murders under my supervision?” Jack asked Hannibal.

“I’m still his girlfriend. And he hasn't’ been convicted of anything.”

“She works for me. I like to have her around.” You nodded.

“He likes to have me around,” you echoed. 

“Well then follow me. Might want to prepare yourself. You haven’t seen anything like this before.” 

“I’m sure I haven’t,” Hannibal said. 

You walked into the plethora of bodies. Hannibal expected you to wince, cringe, at least at the smell. But you stepped inside and there was no reaction. He watched your face turn from nothing to facinsition as you kneeled over the bodies.

“How can being human go so bad?” Jack asked.

“When it comes to nature versus nurture, I choose neither. We are built from a DNA blueprint and born into a world of scenario and circumstance we don’t control,” Hannibal said. 

“Praise the mutilated world,” you whispered. 

-

A while later you walked out to the car. Hannibal was driving ini silence before he finally spoke up.

“Was that your first dead body? Or a group I would say.”

“No. I’ve seen a few when I came to visit Will in the morgue,” you asid.

“But never in a crime scene.” You nodded. “You took it very well.” You looked confused. 

“I suppose I did. Should I have?” Hannibal put his hand on yours and shook his head. He turned to you and pulled the car to the side of the road which surprised you but you didn’t protest.

“You have the same mind as Will,” he said. You raised an eyebrow.

“No I don’t. I can’t do what he does.”

“But you have an attraction to it. Likely the reason that you were attracted to Will in the first place,” he told you.

“I’m not your patient Hannibal.”

“You’re my friend.” You stared at each other and the car seemed to fill to the brim with used air as it became stuffy. 

Hannibal kissed you. 

You let him.

You pushed away after only a second but you stayed still. You didn’t speak, you only processed.

“I can’t,” you whispered. “I love Will. With my entire being,” you said honestly.

“Who says you can’t love us both?”

“Dammit Hannibal.” 

You stared at your hands. You hadn’t thought about that before. You shook your head and let out a small breath. 

“You’re framing my boyfriend for murder Hannibal.”

“You believe him I see.” He stared at you. “But you still let me kiss you.” He was right. You were so sure that Hannibal had killed people, that he had killed Abigail. And if that wasn’t true Will had. 

“Either way, my taste isn’t exactly the brightest,” you whispered. “I’ve kissed a killer either way.” You refused to meet his eyes. “Take me home please.”

He nodded, not needing to push it. You were in silence until you got to your home and then you waved goodbye but no other words were spoken. Your mind was plagued with enough thoughts you didn’t need words.

-

You walked down the hallway to Will’s cell. He was surprised to see you again so soon.

“Chilton let you back in?” 

“He likes our talks.” Your voice was monotone which put him off. He wasn’t sure exactly what to say to your tone.

“Something wrong?” 

You thought about it and then sat down on the white line. He did the same, reluctantly. You looked at your hands. 

“Hannibal kissed me,” you told him. You finally met his eyes and was surprised to find that he didn’t look angry. He just looked...amused.

“Took him long enough.”

“I’m sorry?”

“I’ve figured he’d had it out for one of us since day one. It just happened to be you.” You shook your head.

“He suggested I just have both of you. Like all three of us. Then i reminded him he was framing you for murder and he seemed a little discouraged.” Will nodded stiffly.

“The FBI wants me to plead guilty. They said I’ll get the electric chair if I don’t.”

“I’m amazed how quickly you got over the polyamory plot point of this conversation. I mean what about the cat and mouse game?” He gave you a look.

“Don’t kiss him again. Is that what you want me to say?”

“I guess? I figured you’d be mad.” 

“I think it’s a problem for after proving me innocent. The cat and mouse game will continue and we have to play the right cards” he said. He was right. Your head was in the wrong headspace.

“You’re right. Screw the FBI. We’ll prove your innocence. Maybe we can even get Hannibal to kill someone for you.” He laughed darkly.

“I like where your heads at.” 

2x03

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[thedreammweaver]

Far From Over (Burton-schumacherverse riddlebird)

(A/N: @esperata helped me out with this fic which has been sitting for months because of my trouble writing one scene. I’m putting the part she wrote in purple since I want to give credit where it’s very much due💜💚.)

Warnings: insecurities, insecurities about weight, embarrassment, health issues, medical fat phobia

Ed knocked on the doorway to Oswald’s study before coming in, Oswald knew he was coming for a visit but it didn’t hurt to be polite.

“Come in.” He heard Oswald say.

As Ed neared the desk he spotted a half empty box of eclairs and donuts, of both the standard and jelly filled variety. “What’s the occasion?” Ed asked, flicking the cardboard lid so it would bounce. “Trying to spite my doctor.” Oswald answered, his mouth half full of one of the pastries.

“Oh?”

Oswald nodded as he reached for one of the donuts “I thought that black shit that comes out of my mouth would stop after I moved out of the sewer, but it’s been a year and it hasn’t so Selina said I should see a doctor about it,” he stuffed the donut into his mouth before continuing “and he said that it would probably clear up with exercise.” The passive aggressive fury was apparent in Oswald’s voice even with his mouth full “The cure for everything, apparently. The son of a bitch won’t even see me properly until I try losing weight.”

“What exactly did he suggest you do?”

“Get more exercise...stop eating so much in single sittings..” Oswald swallowed what was in his mouth and looked at the box of pastries thoughtfully “Do you think I could fit two of these in my mouth at once?”

“I wouldn’t dare venture a guess.” Ed cleared his throat “Well, if you did want to try the whole exercising thing...I do teach jazzercise on the side in case you’re interested..”

“What?”

“You know, jazzercise, I host a thing-“

“No, I get all that! Why are you telling me? I would never do something like that.”

Ed frowned “I figured I’d give you the opportunity but nevermind.” He huffed as he got up “Bye, Ozzie..” he sounded disappointed as he left.

Never in a million years did Oswald think Ed’s pouting was powerful enough to get him to agree to something like this. Certainly not wrapped in skin tight lycra. Yet here he was. He averted his gaze self consciously from the other slimmer attendees and twiddled his flippers in front of his stomach. He was just thinking about leaving when Ed bounced to the front of the class.

"Right everyone." Ed grinned right at Oz. "Let's go!"

Oswald wouldn't have stood a chance of keeping up even if he had been focused on it. As it was he kept being distracted by Eddie's long limbs. He'd always liked Ed and admired his physique but usually he had better control of his ogling.

It was both too soon and far too long before the class ended.

"Great job everyone!"

Oswald was very aware he had not done well at all. He felt his shortcomings very keenly having seen all the other lithe students. He was sure Ed too must have been horrified. As Edward approached him he therefore prepared to make his excuses and flee.

"I'm so glad you came Ozzie!"

Oswald stared at his bright smile and flushed cheeks and forgot everything else. "I'm glad I came too. Same time next week?"

Oswald was fuming as he sunk down into the bath, trying to nurse sore muscles. The heat of the water felt nice but was agitating his body enough to make the black green bile start running from his mouth a bit more than it usually did. He huffed, usually he was quick to clean himself up but in the bath he supposed it didn’t matter.

The next class came and went, suddenly Oswald was on his third. He had been told exercising was supposed to get easier but his muscles were still screaming and he felt like his lungs were on fire. Things weren’t so great on the outside either, some of the participants had left because of his presence and others were making fun of him behind his back. Usually he felt quite powerful but here among these youthful thin bodies he felt like nothing. Once the class was over Oswald went up to Ed who was packing up his stuff.

“Eddie?”

“Yeah?”

“Is there any chance we could do...this but just the two of us?” Oswald asked.

“Ed paused, wondering why Oswald would ask to do such a thing.” Ed joked, putting on an overdramatized narrator voice.

Oswald rolled his eyes before continuing “I....feel like I’m bothering people.”

Ed wished he could say that wasn’t true but he’d gotten a number of complaints since Oswald joined. He nodded “I can do that..I’d have time tomorrow if you’re up for it.”

Oswald wanted to collapse at the thought of doing this two days in a row “I’ll see you tomorrow then.”

Oswald wanted to be alone with Ed but this didn’t seem worth it. Without the loud music and other people Oswald’s wheezing was loud and clear. Ed gave him some concerned looks but Oswald assured him he was alright..until he wasn’t. Before Oswald could process what was happening the room started spinning and he felt himself falling over.

“Ozzie??”

Oswald groaned as he woke up to Ed’s voice.

“Are you okay???”

Oswald went to get up but Ed stopped him, putting a hand on his chest. His eyes widened “Jesus Christ..” there was a worrying amount of heat coming off of Oswald’s body.

“Oswald-“

“That’s normal, ignore it.” Oswald slurred a bit as he was still waking up.

“That is not normal!”

“It is for me! I don’t really sweat so it just gets trapped inside I guess.”

Ed backed away and stood up “And you didn’t think to tell me that?!”

“What’s the big deal?”

“What’s- Oswald! You’re essentially giving yourself heat stroke, I never would’ve asked you to come if I knew about this!”

Oswald, with some effort, got to his feet. His head was still swirling.

“I mean why would you even come if you knew you’re not built for this kind of thing??”

The implication that Oswald was too weak for something made him angry “I wanted to impress you!” Oswald snapped. He deflated as he realized what he’d said. “Goodbye, Edward..” Oswald said curtly before stomping out.

Sneaking into Oswald’s house was harder than Ed expected but he’d managed it. As he followed the penguins he found Oswald in the kitchen poutily eating a chocolate cake having demolished a good bit of it already. “What do you want?” Oswald growled.

“I wanted to make sure you’re okay.. About what you said.. did you really put yourself through all of that for me?”

“..no.”

“But you said-“

“Will you just fuck off so I can eat my weight in sugar and wallow?”

Ed went over and grabbed Oswald’s arm to pull him up and star leading him to the front door. “What the hell do you think you’re doing??” Oswald didn’t struggle as much as he could, letting himself remain in Ed’s grasp.

“What’s your doctor’s name?” Ed asked.

After a lot of threatening Oswald’s doctor agreed to run some tests which took a few hours. Ed stayed with Oswald the entire time. When the doctor came back with the results Oswald was feeling more than impatient to hear. The doctor sighed “There’s things in your body our machines don’t even recognize. Besides asthma and hypohidrotic ectodermal dysplasia I don’t know exactly what is wrong with you.”

Oswald thought for a moment, processing the new information, he turned to the doctor snidely “That wasn’t so hard was it?” He got closer to him which caused the other man the back into a wall.

“So..do you want to start treatment or-“

“I’ll be seeing someone else for that.” Oswald said coldly, grabbing Ed’s hand and walking out with him.

Oswald and Ed sat in comfortable silence in the backseat as Oswald’s driver took them back to his house. Oswald felt better than he had in a few weeks. “Thanks for doing that, Ed..” Oswald said, turning to the other man. Ed looked at Oswald for a moment before suddenly kissing him. He looked surprised at himself as he pulled away “I’m sorry, I-“

Oswald pulled Ed close by his tie and started making out with him, unbuckling himself to get closer. Things were certainly starting to look up in Oswald’s life.

#oswald cobblepot #edward nygma #the penguin #the riddler #riddlebird

[lisinfleur]

Midwife?

The request:

Author’s Notes | I don’t really believe Ivar would know what to do, but I think it’s funny to have a man of that times narrating such an unknown moment for them! 

Universe | Vikings

Pairing | Ivar x Reader

Info | Viking Age AU, requested by @sallydelys​ for 5CW7

Words | 1992

⁑ Warnings: Mentions of blood, graphic description of labor and childbirth. Keep in mind that this document may contain clinical/medical mistakes.

Middle Winter.

How the hell did I come up to get my wife heavily pregnant right in the middle of the Winter?

Y/N was swollen like a balloon, ready to pop. And I was nervous as fuck with the proximity of that event. Our firstborn child.

Something I never thought could be possible.

"Where is daddy?"

Shit.

I had called Floki through a slave that left what... three hours before the snow started falling outside again? I could bet Floki wouldn't come and I would have one less slave in my house cause that girl would end up frozen outside my house. Damn snow!

"He was supposed to be here already, love, but the snow started falling outside again. I think we may have to wait a little longer."

"I want my dad..." she cried.

Shit. Again.

Y/N was my everything. My queen, the love of my life, my first, my one, and only. But fuck... Since she got pregnant, she was completely changed, every day acting with a different mood... She was driving me crazy!

Mom told me it was the pregnancy, that I should be patient. But things sometimes would run out of my control and we would fight for hours! Just to end up with her tightly embraced on me, saying she could never live without me as much as I couldn't imagine my life without my Y/N.

Things didn't get better with the Winter arriving and her final months making her less able to move around. She wanted to walk, to go out, but the midwife told her to stay more inside the house since she started feeling dizzy once again. There was built the battlefield: she even tried to sneak out of my sight once! Imagine how good it was to have to bring my wife back home, crying because she wasn't able to reach the central square and almost fell in the middle of the way.

Since then, we thought it would be safer to be with her at Floki's cabin. Floki could help me to take a look at her, Helga could help me to keep her entertained. Their slaves could do everything for us and she would be safe when the time to give birth has come. Perfect!

If Bjorn didn't have decided to ask for a bunch of boats in the middle of the fucking Winter.

I would castrate my brother if I could! Why the fucking damn heck did Björn wanted to navigate the gods' damn sea in the middle of the freezing Winter? Couldn't he fucking wait my wife to give birth before taking Floki out of our cabin right in the day Helga said she finished my mother's dress and had to leave too?

Now we were completely alone and my little precious balloon was sadly mourning around because somehow, she wasn't feeling well and wanted her father exactly when he couldn't be there for her.

"Babe, you shouldn't be out of the bed," I complained, walking towards her when she sprouted at the living room's door, in her nightgown, walking slow like a little swollen duck.

My charming swollen duck I loved so badly.

"But Ivar... I'm not feeling well. I don't wanna stay in bed. The baby's feet are on my ribs and I can't breathe," she complained when I slowly started guiding her into our room once again.

"I know. So, we can walk a little through our room ok? Come," I insisted, ready to open the door when she held herself on the wall, pressing my shoulder with the other hand and moaning in a tone I didn't want to hear in a million years.

Her body bent forward and she let go of the wall to touch her belly.

She was in pain...

Her eyes, full of fear found mine, full of affliction.

And then, that happened.

A small moment of silence before a wet sound denounced the water flowing in the middle of her legs, making a poll around her feet.

"Ivar..." she mumbled.

"Fuck!" I answered.  

Right before she bent once again, this time, growling in pain.

"Fuck!!" I cursed again, trying to guide her with me to the bed.

Cursing my legs for not being able to lift her into my arms.

Cursing the snow for not being able to go out for a midwife.

Cursing Floki for leaving with Helga.

My mom for ordering that stupid dress. Björn for wanting his stupid boats!

May Thor smite them down into the ocean!

"Ivar... It hurts! It hurts so bad!" she cried when we finally reached the bed to lay her down.

Fuck! I was the younger of my brothers! Ubbe had seen my mother giving birth to three after him! Hvitserk? Two. Even Sigurd would be able to do something if he wasn't so young when I was born! But what did I know about birth and labors?

Shit! I knew shit about it! I slid my hands through my hair looking at her. And Y/N noticed I was completely lost.

"You need... To boil water... And you need to bring the towels that are at my mother's locker. Be careful when you get the towels wet into the water. It will help me with the pain and... you with the... blood!" she growled the last word, bending forward again.

And I almost could see her big belly contracting.

Blood? Blood.

Blood... Yeah. I remember Ubbe saying my birth was full of that shit and that he was scared of seeing the maid coming in with towels and out with red clothes dip in our mother's blood.

I wasn't ready for that shit!

I wasn't raised for that shit!

Fuck Björn's boats! A thousand times!

I sat down, getting rid of my braces - dragging I would be quicker and it wasn't time to be prideful. I then went to the heart of fire, placing a big pan I found at the kitchen over the fire and bringing water into it until it was full.

I could hear Y/N grunting inside the room, trying to breathe. And I then looked outside, seeing the snow becoming higher.

"Damn... Damn! Why the fuck are you doing this to me?" I asked the gods, lowering my head for a moment. "Frigg... Mother... I beg you, guide my hands. And for the gods' sake, end this damn storm!"

The water took some time to get hot enough so I could bring a pot to the room with the towels, leaving the bigger pan with more water to boil at the fire.

When I came into the room, Y/N was sitting in the bed, her back supported by the pillows, her knees flexed as she was breathing quickly, short.

"What do I do now?" I asked, looking at her.

About to panic at the sight of the big poll of blood that had been formed in the middle of her legs and that I was able to see as soon as I got up to the bed.

"Calm down, Ivar," she grunted, looking at me. "I'll bleed. This... This is supposed to happen. Gimme a warm towel," she asked.

And I did what she said, seeing when she placed it over her belly.

"I want you to place another in the middle of my legs, over the bed, ignore the blood, Ivar... Just... Place it over it."

Again, I did what she said, confused.

"Ivar," she called, causing me to look at her. "I want you to stay where you are. And when our child comes... You'll hold it, did you hear me?"

H... Hold it?

"You mean..." I moved my hands, looking at her.

"Take off your... gloves!" Another word grunted and I saw her pushing as something started showing up in her entrance.

And for a moment I was totally taken by that vision at the same time magic and bizarre, intense and terrifying.

My child would be born... And I would be the first one to hold it into this world.

That mix of feelings took me as I was removing my gloves, washing my hands on the water to get them clean.

What I was doing was more than I ever thought I was able to do. But what she was doing there, facing all that pain to bring my dream into this world...

What were all the fights we had?

What was the anger we had against each other?

What was everything in the face of all that love?

I raised my face to look at her. My sweaty, tired, and panting wife, putting all her efforts on pushing our child out of her belly, into this world. Her whole strength, focused only on making my dream become reality.

If she was strong enough to face all that pain for me, then I could face my fears for her.

"It's coming!" she warned, and I approached as she started pushing one more time, allowing me to support our child's head, watching as its whole body slowly came out from her body entirely, finally permitting her to sigh in relief as a strange bag of blood and meat came out as well, connected to our child by the cord.

"Oh, gods..." she cursed, relaxing in bed. "What is it, Ivar? How is my child?" she questioned.

But I was too wondered, astonished, looking at the baby moving in my hands, bothered by the air, by the temperature, by the mere sound of my breath - all new things he wasn't prepared for yet.

"Ivar?" She called, worried.

The fear growing in her voice again just to die completey when her eyes found my image, hands bathed in her blood I was now completely able to ignore, holding our child over that wet and warm towel we placed under her legs.

"It's a boy," I muttered, teary.

And our voices seemed to bother him even more because my son's forehead frowned and his voice could be heard a quarter further away from that house in such a strong cry I could never describe with my own words.

It was alive, full of strength, experimenting life for the first time...

In my hands.

I giggled, completely taken by that experience as Y/N showed me how to cut the cord, clean our baby with the towel, gently packing him in a dry towel so she could bring him against her chest, offering him the breast he accepted in goodwill, hungrily suckling from her.

I watched that scene in awe.

It was Frigg herself, with Baldr in her arms. My own goddess with our child against her chest, the product of her womb, the fruit of our love.

"We've heard the cry of a... Oh, gods... It's here, Floki!" I've heard Helga's voice and I knew she arrived at the bedroom's door such as Floki also arrived, too late to help. Soon enough to see the same wonder I was watching now.

I felt his heavy hand landing on my shoulder, but I didn't want to take my eyes from my beautiful Y/N with our son in her arms, to look at his teary eyes.

"Welcome to the boat of the ones who have already seen the gods, son," he mumbled, giggling that characteristic way of his to laugh.

But I smiled bigger, looking at Y/N who smiled back at me.

She was sweaty, covered in blood, and tired. But I was sure I would never see a woman more beautiful in the whole Miðgarðr.

"No, my friend... I didn't see the gods. A goddess lays in my bed every night. And she produced life as a gift to me."

Floki giggled again. I was speaking of his daughter after all.

But at that moment, all I could think was that if being whole was the best thing in this world, it should feel exactly like the feeling I had in my chest by looking at Y/N.

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[another-dr-another]

investigate the rest of the floor!!!!

Maeda, narrating - We decided we'd circle around the floor, to try and see how many rooms there were.

Maeda - I've only counted three doors, but we still need five bracelets...

Maeda - Anyways, I think it's just the stairs here, but let's just look and...

Maeda - ..See what... what's happening?

~*~

Mekaru - I-Iranami?

//Iranami visibly jumps, legs tightening around the bars blocking off the stairs- just as she described when investigating for the first time, she's climbed up to the top, and is holding herself there. However, this time, she seemed to be relaxing as she dangled upside down, only supporting herself with her legs.

Iranami - I-I'm sorry...

Kobashikawa - for what?

Iranami - ...I shouldn't be weird, I should've  just gone back to investigating.

Mekaru - Huh? I think it's cool you're able to be up there!

Kobashikawa - ur strong!!!! wtf ur too powerful

Maeda - I was just worried something had happened to you, especially since Higas nowhere to be seen...

Iranami - Thank you all... he just told me to go get the bracelets if I cared about this, but that I'd be doing it alone.

Iranami - Just didn't wanna be left with him, so I figured I'd participate anyways...

Kobashikawa - tsu go attack higa for being dumb and wanting to ditch iranami

Mekaru - He's not here...

Kobashikawa - im manifesting him!

Iranami - A-ah, it's all okay... I've been able to go pretty quickly because it's just me,

Iranami - And I understand... I wouldn't want to be partnered with myself either, most people share the sentiment.

Maeda - Most people are dumb, then!

Mekaru - Yeah!

Maeda - But have you really got that many bracelets- oh!

//Iranami slides one arm out of her jacket, displaying the wall of bracelets she's built up, all piled onto her arm.

Iranami - Just need the warm colors... I was gonna go look at the pool, I just figured I'd stay up on the bars for a bit, since I was already up there.

Kobashikawa - actually, why are u up there?

Iranami - ...Oh! I'm sorry... uh, give me just a moment...

//Iranami sits up, and shifts over, now placing her hands on the bars near the top left, opposite side of where her legs were, and sliding her legs to the middle of the bars. Her legs were obscuring them before, but now-

Iranami - Didn't mean to cover the bracelets, but since I had climbed up there, it was easiest for me to just fall backwards...

Iranami - N-not that that takes any sort of priority!

//The black bracelets have been tied around the far right bar.

Mekaru - Hey, hey, don't be so mean to yourself! Chin up!

Kobashikawa - speaking of being up: would u mind untying some bracelets for us?

Kobashikawa - just since u like being up there, u don't have to tho!

Iranami - Of course! I'm happy to help however I can...

//Once more Iranami supports herself by the legs after swinging over, clinging to the bar as her hands make quick work of untying three bracelets.

-(Black Bracelet Obtained)-

Kobashikawa - ty!

Mekaru - The situation with the stairs now... same as with the last ones, right?

Iranami - Mhm... now at least we know that the bars will lift, though... I hope we escape before Monokuma has reason to lift them.

Mekaru - I'm sure we will!

Maeda - For now, don't let Higa get to you, yeah?

Kobashikawa - hes just a asshole whos mean to anyone he thinks wont fight back

Iranami - I guess...

Kobashikawa - u like tsurugi, right? u wouldnt believe the shit i heard him say to tsurugi last night

Kobashikawa - so it rlly doesnt mean anything abt u, just shows that hes trash.

~*~

Maeda, narrating - Iranami smiled, and we started to walk away.

Maeda - At least, Mekaru began to leave... I followed her, after watching Iranami go back upside down.

Maeda - ...It's weird... I feel so disconnected, but other than that, I'm not too worried about our situation.

Maeda - But Mekarus sick, and apparently Higas going further than what he did to Kobashikawa on our first day...

Maeda - How did I not pick up on that?

[Investigate the Library]

{Investigate the Classrooms}

#sdra2 #dra #au #yuki maeda #fangan #fanganronpa #chapter 2 #daily life #rei mekaru #haruhiko kobashikawa #satsuki iranami

[juniweasley]

Each and Every Kiss

Pairing: Fred Weasley x Fem!OC (Rosie)

Word Count: 1.4k

Summary: Narrator thinks about her relationship with Fred Weasley as she walks down the aisle.

Warnings: None other than fluff, mention of Battle of Hogwarts

A/N: This was written for an assignment for a creative fiction writing class where we had to play on time, using flashbacks in reverse order and playing with tense changes with the flashbacks. (I changed the names for the assignment buuuut...)

To help with readability, I also put the ‘flashbacks’ in italics.

This is my first fic and really, first original post on this account, so I hope you all like it!!

          I’m bouncing on the balls of my bare feet – having the ceremony outside on Fred's family’s lawn was a good choice. Feeling the cool grass between my toes is proving to be a good grounding technique, and my breathing slows down. My palms are clammy, and my hands are wound tightly around the bouquet of freshly picked daisies, so tight I can almost bet my knuckles are a shade of ghostly white. But I’m smiling, smiling so hard I can hardly feel my cheeks that are surely redder than my soon-to-be husband’s hair on his head.

          Husband. Wow. Today. I’m attempting to slow my thoughts, staring up at the few clouds that litter an otherwise clear, blue sky. I jump when I hear someone clearing their throat, and I realize the music has started, and my soon-to-be father-in-law Arthur is standing at the corner of the house, his arm out for me to take. I take a deep breath and put my arm in his, my smile unwavering. I’m practically vibrating with joy as he leads me around the house on the makeshift path covered in daisy petals. As we round the corner, I spot the arch that marks the beginning of the aisle. I can feel everyone staring at me, but I only focus on one set of eyes – the mahogany brown eyes at the other end of the aisle, the ones I feel like a magnet drawing me to him, making me want to walk so much faster than this slow wedding song allows.

          I had stared into those same eyes last night while I told him we should just elope that second, that I couldn’t wait any longer. He quieted those feeble attempts at coercion with a soft kiss – one would think that kiss was just the same as any of the other kisses we had shared, but it wasn’t. It was gentle, yet urgent - loving and careful and demanding at the same time. It was a plea to stay, stay with him, though I had already promised a thousand times. He was trying to make sure I was here, really here, and I let him know that I was. “I’ll see you tomorrow,” he said before he nimbly climbed out the window. How cliché.

          His eyes shine with tears as he watches me pace closer to him. His eyes are filled with love and wonder and awe – I know mine are, too.

          I remember that exact same look present in his eyes after the battle. When the school fell and everyone lost so much, we hadn’t lost each other. When we realized it was over, he turned to me, his hand in mine as it had unconsciously been for the last hour or so, and he looked at me with love and wonder and awe. Awe that we were still alive, that we were safe, that we hadn’t lost each other. We stood for a moment, bathing in that awe, before he kissed me so desperately that I wondered if he had thought he had lost me after all. That kiss was a kiss of relief, full of sadness and haste, and I poured all those emotions right back into his lips. It was a necessary kiss, one that tasted of blood and tears and unspoken “I love you”’s.

          I’m halfway there and I still can’t feel my cheeks from smiling so much, but I know there are tears falling down my face. A few tears escape his eyes as well, resting on his high cheekbones for a second before completing their journey to his jaw and falling onto the grass below him. He brings a hand up too late to wipe them away, but he swipes at the wetness anyways. I can’t hear the music now, nor can I hear the sniffles of family members in the crowd. The world falls away and I only see him, in the emerald dress robes I’ve always said were my favorite.

          He wore the same color dress robes to the dance in our sixth year. He went with a seventh-year girl and I went with a group of friends who ended up leaving me alone at our table to dance with their partners. I sat alone all night – well, almost all night, until he approached me. I saw him walking toward me and decided to avoid that conversation at all costs by getting up and going out to the garden. His date tried to follow him, but he shoved her off and followed me. It didn’t take him long to find me on the bench in front of the fountain, and he sat next to me without saying a word. After an uncomfortable amount of time, I turned to see him staring at me, with what looked like pain and regret in his beautiful mahogany eyes. I was confused. After the confusion came anger, and I stood up, scoffing.

            “Don’t look so sheepish, Fred. I’m sure your date misses you; you should go join her.”

          He stood up as well, reaching a hand out but not quite touching mine. “Rosie…”

          I scoffed again at his use of my nickname. “Don’t.” I turned to leave, but I was stopped by his hand on my wrist.

          “Rosie, please. Wait,” he pleaded. When I turned back, his hand left my wrist. He started to say something, but closed his mouth again, seeming to contemplate what exactly he needed to say. “I… What’s going on? Why aren’t you speaking to me? I don’t understand.”

          I was done. Did I have to spell it out for him? I scoffed for a third time, not being able to help it. 

          “Do I really have to say it? Really?”

          “Please.”

          After a moment of hesitation, I looked down at my shoes and asked quietly, “Why didn’t you ask me?” I hesitated. “To the dance, I mean.”

          He stuttered a bit, probably in disbelief. “I-I didn’t… I didn’t know you…”

          Frustrated and feeling done with the painful interaction, craving to just get it over with, I interrupted him. “Damn it, Fred, I love you!” I shouted as I looked up to meet his eyes again. His mouth was agape, as if he were about to say something but it got caught in his throat.

          Without warning, he was stepping towards me, his hands were on my cheeks, and he bent down and kissed me – this one was insistent, reassuring, and nervous. It was a kiss built of all the previous almost-kisses and pent up feelings all coming out at once. He pulled away to utter a breathless “I love you, too, Rosie,” before kissing me again in earnest.

          I reach the altar and Arthur leaves to go to his seat. I still haven’t taken my eyes off of him. I take my place in front of him and we say our vows that we spent all week writing. I tell him of my love and how it has blossomed and bloomed over the years and will never stop, and I promise to never leave. He tells me of when he first knew he loved me.

          It was on a summer break before our fifth year. I was visiting for the last month of the summer, staying in his sister’s room. I’d become close friends with the entire family, but it was Fred with whom I was closest. Fred, his sister, two of his brothers, and I were working in the garden for their mother. It was getting close to sunset and I was watering daisies. When their mother called for dinner, Fred and I were the last ones to leave the garden. He waited for me without saying anything. When I turned to leave, I saw him looking at me.

          “What?” I laughed.

          He shook his head. “Nothing. Your hair just… looks really pretty. In the sun. Right now.” He cleared his throat nervously. “Should we head back in?”

          He threw his arm around my shoulders and I put mine around his waist, and we loped inside. I could’ve sworn I felt his lips on the top of my head for just a split second. I didn’t say anything, though. Just smiled and kept walking.

          I smile as I hear him recount his side of the story like he has so many times since then. We say our “I do’s,” and before his lips reach mine, I say, “I love you.” 

          “I love you more, darling,” he replies, and he kisses me with the sweetest kiss he has ever placed upon my lips, with both gentle affection and fervor. Each kiss we have ever shared has been unique from the rest, and always better than the last. This kiss is no different.

#juniweasley #fred weasley #fredweasley x oc #fred weasley x oc #hp fanfiction #fred weasley fic #fred weasley fanfiction #harry potter fanfiction #juniweasley fics #fred weasley one shot #fanfiction #i thought about changing this to a x reader fic but #eh #if anyone would like me to edit this to be a x reader let me know!

[therewillbnoexplanation]

Day 17: Blanket Fort

Welcome to Fluffytown

Summary: Simon and Baz are spending the holidays at Pitch Manor. Simon just wanted to take a nap, but Mordelia has other plans...

Word Count: 1545

This was heavily inspired by the blanket fort episode of the tv show Community. If you want to see their epic blanket fort in all its glory, watch this clip.

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I take a deep breath, appreciating the fresh forest air. I love going on runs when I’m at home for the holidays. The scenery is gorgeous, and it reminds me of playing football, which I dearly miss. 

As I approach the manor, I can’t help but smile when I remember who’s inside. My family is, sure. It’s been great to see them, even though Mordelia can be a pain in my arse, and Fiona makes suggestive faces whenever Simon and I walk into a room. 

Simon. It’s him I’m more excited about. He said he was taking a nap when I left for my run. I think he ate too much at lunch and needed to sleep it off. Typical. Disgustingly, my heart swells just thinking about him. This is our first real Christmas here together, and it’s been wonderful. Simon fits in with my family surprisingly well, and I love watching him play with my siblings.

Taking a huge swig of my water bottle, I let myself in the house. It’s strangely quiet, so the kids might be down for naps. “The kids” includes my boyfriend, apparently. 

I walk up the steps to my room, panting. My hair is slick with sweat and has somehow fallen in my face in spite of my headband. I recognize that I probably reek, but I want to kiss Simon before I shower.

Smiling, I open the door to my room, prepared to creep over to the bed and softly wake him up. Instead, I’m greeted by an angry Mordelia.

“Baz! You are not allowed in here!” She guards a pile of blankets with folded arms.

“What have you done with Simon?” I grumble.

I hold back a laugh as Simon pops his head out beneath the blankets. I need to maintain my anger for Mordelia’s sake. If she knew I found this even slightly funny, she’d hijack Simon more often.

“How did she wake you up for this?” I ask.

“Never had the chance to sleep,” Simon shrugs.

“I think we’ve answered enough of your questions,” Mordelia says, turning to Simon. She points down, and he immediately sinks back into the fort.

“I’m showering, and then you’re cleaning this up,” I say, turning away from the door.

“Did you hear something, Simon?” I hear Mordelia ask.

“Nope!” Comes a voice muffled by blankets.

I roll my eyes, but a smile creeps its way onto my lips. I love that the two of them get on so well. I take a long shower, trying to warm my bones from the chilly December air, and then head downstairs for some tea. Might as well indulge them a little longer.

In actuality, I end up indulging them for a few hours. I take my book to the study and get so warm and content by the fire that I have no intention of moving. If Simon needed me, he would come find me. He knows I end up here, reading by the fire, at least once a day. 

We’re three days into our stay at the manor, and Simon and I have gotten into a nice routine. It always involves me reading for a bit while he goes and plays with my siblings or watches a movie. It’s nice, almost domestic.

Finally, I snap out of my reading trance as Mordelia marches into the study.

“Basilton. You’ve been summoned to your quarters. The builders have finished the renovations,” she says, then promptly walks away.

How much have they done? I don’t have much time to think, because I realize I’m meant to be following her. As Mordelia opens the door to my room, I can’t help but gasp. They’ve basically turned my entire room into a blanket fort. 

The blankets are strewn together so that it almost looks like one big quilt. Upon closer inspection, I realize the fort is a quilted mess of sheets, blankets, and shower curtains. I’m sure Daphne will be happy about that. From here I can see that they’ve strung Christmas lights through the whole thing, which sort of gives it a nice atmosphere. The pillows they’ve added to cushion the floor and serve as seating make it feel cosy. Crowley, I can’t believe I’m saying all this about a blanket fort.

Simon emerges from the entrance, and I have no idea how he fit in there with his wings. “Welcome to Fluffytown!” He exclaims, looking proud of himself.

“This is amazing,” I say, a hint of sarcasm in my voice.

“Shut up, Baz. I know you love it,” Mordelia rolls her eyes. She’s gotten quite good at doing that since we last visited. 

“Can I give you the tour?” Simon waves his arm to the entrance ceremoniously.

I follow behind him reluctantly, both of us crawling on our hands and knees. I have to be careful not to trip over Simon’s tail, but it seems like they’ve made the sides extra wide and tall for him. It’s sweet, really. The fort is mostly one long tunnel, but occasionally another tunnel intersects it. Simon keeps saying ridiculous things like down that hall is the teddy bear room, and over there is the Turkish district.

“Over here,” Simon points to a small alcove to our left, “is the Belgian chocolate tasting room.”

“I’m not engaging in this make believe, Simon,” I mumble.

He turns around to face me, incredulous. “It’s not make believe, Baz. It’s literally the Belgian chocolate room.” Apparently my face still shows my disbelief, because he drags me in.

Somehow, it really is a Belgian chocolate room. They’ve taken our stash from the kitchen and put it on the makeshift table.

“Care to try our dark chocolate with nuts?” Simon wriggles his eyebrows at me.

I settle on the cushions next to him, resting my head on his shoulder. “Fine,” I say. “You win. I believe in the magic of the blanket fort.”

“I knew you would!” Simon smiles. “You’re a romantic at heart, Basilton.”

I roll my eyes at him, but press a kiss to his cheek. “What chocolate were you trying to woo me with earlier?”

“Oh nevermind that,” Simon says. “We’re saving the rest for Mordelia.”

“The rest?” I raise my eyebrows.

Simon’s cheeks flush. 

“He ate a lot,” a voice in the doorway answers.

We both jump. Mordelia snuck up on us like the little spy she is. 

Her eyes look from me to Simon, then back to me. “You two are gross. I’m going to the teddy bear room.”

“She’s a great kid,” Simon says, his voice low.

“Only for you. She’s fascinated by you.” I’m surprised at how soft my voice has gotten.

Simon nods. “I’m quite special.”

“Mm.” I kiss the triangle of moles on his neck.

Simon smiles, bending down to kiss me. I hate to admit it, but this whole thing is perfect. The blankets make this place really comfortable, and I’m sitting next to my favorite heater. I smile into the kiss, which just makes Simon lean in deeper. 

“I love this pillow fort thing, but where are we going to sleep tonight?” I ask when we pull apart.

“Don’t worry, there’s a tunnel that leads to the bed,” Simon says absentmindedly, his hands running through my hair. “Also, it’s a blanket fort, dear.”

“Is Mordelia sleeping in here tonight?”

Simon laughs, moving to see me better. “Oh, yeah. She built herself a little room and is planning on sleeping on cushions.”

“Little devil,” I mutter. 

“I heard that!” Mordelia shouts from the teddy bear room.

“We didn’t have the budget for sound-proofing the place,” Simon says sheepishly.

I scoff. “She just proved my point.”

“I think what I have to show you will make you forget about Mordelia,” he smiles. 

I follow him further into the maze of blankets. We pass the entrance to the bed (hallelujah!) and a library, Simon narrating all the way.

“Here we are!” Simon announces, “The music wing!”

My record player is set carefully atop a table, tiny fairy lights wrapped around it. This room has more cushions than any of the others so far. It feels like laying on a cloud. I settle in as Simon puts on music.

A wave of calm washes over me, and I close my eyes to soak it in.

It's that time of year When the world falls in love Every song you hear seems to say Merry Christmas

I love “The Christmas Waltz,” which is a secret I keep locked deep in my heart. I realize that I may have mentioned it to Simon once, against my better judgement.

“Who’s singing this?” I ask as Simon lays down next to me. He flops down on his stomach, propping himself up with his arms.

“She & Him,” he explains. “It’s one of Mordelia’s records.”

“Of course,” I laugh. 

Apparently already tired of holding himself up, Simon moves over to rest his head on my chest, wrapping his arms around me. Even his tail curls around my ankle. I sigh, content.

We stay like that for what feels like forever, just listening. I’m surprised at how much I enjoy this version. I’m warm and happy, and my heart is full of love. 

“I’m happy you came this year,” I breathe.

“Me too.”

#my writing #coc 2020 #carry on countdown 2020 #i really want to live in one of these blanket forts #for real #snowbaz #snowbaz fics #simon snow series

[i-need-entertainment]

Dreams Can Come True: Chapter 2 New Home

Chapter 1-Chapter 3

After Y/n’s shift at the daycare was over, she quickly made her way home and changed into more presentable clothes for her ‘interview’. She made her way out of her home wearing shiny black heels, a form fitting black pencil skirt and a loose, comfy white blouse. Y/n made her way into the café and immediately spotted her friend from this morning. 

She walked over, “Hi Kurono, I hope I didn’t take too long, I wanted to look presentable for meeting your boss!” Chrono took a moment to look at Y/n, and she looked good. If not for his keen control on his emotions he was sure his face would have gone red, but he kept his composure and simply nodded. “I’m sure he’ll appreciate it. The man lives in button ups and slacks, so I’m sure you’ll make a good first impression.” Y/n then took a moment to notice what Chrono was wearing, he too, had changed into something nicer. He was now wearing a white button up and dark wash, not skinny but not super loose fitting, jeans. Dang, the man cleans up nicely. Unfortunately for our little Y/n here, she doesn’t have the same control over her emotions as the stone cold gangster, so her cheeks may have flushed a *little* pink. Chrono noticed her change in appearance and inwardly flushed at the thought of her blushing at him. Being 20 he knew he was in his ‘prime’ or whatever, and most people would have expected him to have a girlfriend by now, but dating wasn’t exactly easy in his position. Sure, he had a few girlfriends before, but they either just got in the way, only dated him to get close to Kai, or in the most unfortunate cases, weren’t exactly faithful. He just didn’t really see the point in dating if he was just going to get hurt in the end, or have to hurt someone in the end, I mean he may be a ‘heartless’ mafia but he does have one. There was also the fact he had a six year old to take care of, and in all aspects of his life, she was his priority. He had always wanted kids, and a wife. But if he could have at least one of those things, he couldn’t complain, right? He snapped out of it, and led Y/n back to the private room his boss had gotten for the night seeing as the Hassaikai had special ties with the owner. As she walked in the room, she noticed a young, fairly tall and built young man sitting down at the head of the table. Chrono led her to her seat at the opposite end, and took his seat to the right of his boss. To Overhaul’s left was another young man. Y/n polite fully bowed her head and introduced herself. “Hello sir, I’m Y/n L/n.” He nodded his head in acknowledgement and motioned for her to take a seat. It was now she paid attention to what the others were wearing. The man at the head of the table was wearing a black button down shirt with black pants and a white-gray tie. The man beside him dressed in all black, wearing a cape like top and a black bowler’s hat. Most peculiarly about the two however…is that they were wearing plague masks. While the one dressed solely in black wore one that covered his whole face, the one seated at the head of the table wore a burgundy and gold mask that covered only half of his face. Wait a minute…You knew who these people were. “Good evening Ms. L/n. I’m sure by now you’ve figured out who we are, yes?” “I have an idea..” Y/n then noticed Chrono had slipped on  white medical mask. “You’re probably wondering what the Shie Hassaikai wants with a daycare worker, Hm?” You simply nodded your head. “I don’t know how much Chronostasis has told you, but we are in need of female caretaker for the little girl you met today. We’re offering you a spot as not only her caretaker, but as a respected member of the Shie Hassaikai. Join us, and I assure you, you will be taken care of.” Y/n took a moment to think about it.

~Chrono POV/ Narrator POV~

I really do hope she says yes, having her around would make taking care of Eri a lot easier, ad it’d be nice to have her around. “Okay, I’ll do it” Yes! “But…” But…? “I don’t want to kill anyone. It’s true I’m not the biggest fan of heroes, but I’m not exactly pro villain either, I just want to take care of Eri, if that’s okay.” Seems fair to me. I didn’t really want her to have to kill either, a girl as pretty and nice as herself shouldn’t have to go through that….wait what the heck am I thinking?! “Those terms are acceptable, welcome to the Shie Hassaikai, L/n. Now, if you don’t mind, we’d like to ask you some more…personal questions.” Oh boy, here we go again, I already know what he’s going to ask, 1. What’s your quirk. “Tell me, what is your quirk?” Knew it. “Telekinesis, I can control small objects and bring them towards me, or place them wherever I can see.” Overhaul just nodded. 2. Any family/friends who would question your disappearance? “Do you have any family or friends that might find your absence…suspicious?” Strike two “Just my aunt Hina, although I’ve been moved out for two years now, so it shouldn’t seem too suspicious.” Overhaul nodded again, “Very well, tonight we’ll go ahead and move you into your new home, since you’ll be a permanent caretaker for Eri, you will need to live in the base.” Y/n simply nodded, “That’s fine with me.” Overhaul stood up, and threw on his coat. “It’s been a pleasure working with you, L/n. Chrono, take her home and help her get what she needs, I’ll have Mimic send the other precepts over to move her out.” “Yes sir.” With that, chrono left the café with Y/n. When they exited, Chrono took off his mask. He really hated wearing it, but it was kind of important. Due to his villain attire, no heroes or police knew what he looked like, so unlike some of the precepts, he could pretty much just waltz around a free man. “So, Mafia, huh?” Y/n teasingly pointed out. “Yeah…sorry about not being completely honest earlier, but I didn’t want to scare you off too quickly.” Y/n simply nodded. “It’s okay, although I doubt it would have, like I said, I’m kind of indifferent towards heroes and villains, so I at least would have heard you out first.” “Thanks…most people aren’t as understanding.” Y/n just hummed and kept walking with Chrono. “So, how did you get the name ‘Chronostasis’, does it have something to do with your quirk?” “Yeah, actually it’s the name of my quirk.” Y/n looked at Chrono with wide eyes, “What does your quirk do?” “Well, you see my hair?” He pointed to his head. “Yeah” “Okay, well you see how the ends are pointed like clock needles?” “Mhm.” “Well, I can control them, but I have to be completely still, and they’re really sharp. So, if I struck someone with the hour hand, they’ll be slowed down for an hour, If I strike someone with the minute hand, they’ll be slowed for a minute.” Y/n’s eyes widened in amazement. “Its not really that flashy…or that useful.” Chrono awkwardly looked away, hand rubbing the back of his neck in embarrassment. Y/n quickly shook her head. “Nuh-uh, not at all I think it’s really cool!” By the enthusiasm in her voice he knew she was being sincere. He softly SOFTLY smiled and shook his head. “You really think so?” “Yes!! They look really cool, and most people don’t have defenses against being slowed, so I think it’s super powerful!” “Thanks Y/n.” No one had ever told him they genuinely really liked his quirk. Most people just left it alone, or thought it was weird. But here was this bubbly, sweet daycare worker who was practically fangirling over it. “No problem, you shouldn’t put yourself down like that, especially when there’s nothing to put yourself down for…” Y/n averted her eyes to the ground, a soft smile still present on her lips. “Well, here we are. It’s not much, so it shouldn’t take too long.” Overhaul had already called the landlord and arranged for Y/n to be let out on the lease early. (Turns out Yakuza bosses have a bit of power over people.) Chrono and Y/n entered Y/n’s small apartment/house. Chrono looked around, for someone who’s so young, he could tell y/n put a lot of work into her house. “Okay, give me like, five minutes and I’ll get what I need.” Because Y/n only had the one room in the hassaikai, she packaged up all of her valuable collections. Pictures of family and friends, irreplaceable things and gifts, etc. She packed up her clothes and brought a small bag of essentials to get her through the night. “Okay, I’m ready to go!” With that the two left for the Hassaikai base, but not before Chrono called Nemoto to bring the car, since it was going to be a longer drive and it was pretty late. After they got back to the base, Chrono led her into the traditional looking house, got to a door and stopped. He punched in some code, and the door opened to a stair case. This is where the main part of our base is, its where all the stuff goes down. Oh, it’s also where the bedrooms are.” They made their way down the stairs and started walking down the hallway. “Don’t be intimidated by all the guys here, you’re probably going to be pretty popular for the first few weeks, other than Eri you’re the first female to be down her. Also, ignore the petty flirting, most of these guys can count on one hand the number of women they’ve ‘talked’ to, most probably on one finger” “Really?” “Uh-huh, as you can imagine we all stay pretty busy, so no one really has time to go out and meet anybody new, let alone date.” Y/n nodded her head, she knew what that was like. Working at the day care and helping her aunt out once in a while kept her pretty busy. She had dated in the past, but none of her relationships lasted. In fact she hadn’t even attempted any relationships after him. Him being her ex, who she dated through high school, and even for some time after before she caught him cheating on her with her best friend. Chrono then walked her to a door and stopped, well this is it. It’s not much, but it’s better than nothing.” He pushed the door open and Y/n followed him inside, he then helped Y/n unpack the few things she brought with her. “Alright, hopefully that’s good enough till tomorrow, the rest of your stuff should be here by then.” “This’ll be just fine, thank you for your help…for everything really.” She smiled at him, and he gave a half smile back. “No problem, We appreciate you coming to help…I appreciate you coming to help.” There was a silence between them, although they didn’t know what kind of silence, it wasn’t an awkward silence, more like there was something there…but neither one knew what it was. “Well, anyways, I’ll get out of your hair. The bathroom is that door right there, and the living room and kitchen are just down the hall. If you need anything just text me, you’re probably going to get lost at least once, it’s pretty much a maze down here. Uhm, yeah. Oh and you’ll meet Eri again tomorrow. Her room and my room aren’t that far from here.” “Okay, I will. Thanks again Kurono. Goodnight.” “Goodnight Y/n.” An with that, the young second hand made his way out of her room and towards Eri’s room to put her to bed, seeing as it was about 8:30 pm and he didn’t want her to be cranky when she met Y/n again tomorrow. *Knock Knock* “Eri? Can I come in? It’s daddy.” The door quickly opened and Eri tackled Chrono in a hug. Eri then led him inside and sat on her bed. “Alright kiddo, it’s time for bed. Tomorrow your going to spend the day with someone new.” Eri’s ears seemed to perk up at the mention of someone new since not many new people come around here. As Chrono was getting Eri ready for bed, he started to explain the new circumstances to her as best he could. “Do you remember the nice lady that helped you today at the park?” Eri nodded her head. “Well, she’s going to be your new caretaker.” He realized he definitely should have worded it differently when he stared back at him with big wide scared eyes. “ W-what do you mean daddy? A-are you g-going to leave me?” It then clicked that it sounded like he was being replaced! “No! No sorry Eri! I’m not going anywhere I promise!” He held her in a bone crushing hug before leading her to the bed and tucking her in, looking for a book to read before she went to sleep. “She’s just gonna help me take care of you is all. Not replace me.” “Oh.” Eri seemed to understand. “So she’s gonna be my new Mommy then?” If chrono had been drinking water he was 1,000% sure he would’ve choked. “U-um yes and no? For now, let’s just call her Ms. Y/n, okay?” He could hear the fear in his voice of her asking any more difficult questions. “But why is she here? I thought you took care of me?” “I do pumpkin, but especially because you’re a girl, you should have a girl influence to look up to.” “Because I’m a girl? But why?” Shoot. He thought he could avoid THIS topic for at least 6 more years. What is he supposed to tell her? Yeah, in about 6 years give or take your body is going to turn on you and try to kill you once a month? Not exactly something you tell a 6 year old. “H-how about we talk about it tomorrow pumpkin” If the squeakiness of his voice didn’t give him away, his red face sure did. “Daddy? Is something wrong? You’re being weird.” Chrono just shook his head and tried to compose himself. “Yeah, daddy’s just being weird. Hey! How about we read that book now.” “Okay.” Chrono then read her the book and tucked her in to sleep. Making his way to his bedroom and collapsing on his bed, tired from the events of the day.

#chronostasis #chrono #chronostasis x reader #chrono x reader #hari kurono #y/n #bnha x reader #bnha #shie hassaikai

[latenightcinephile]

#720: ‘The Haunting’, dir. Robert Wise, 1963.

Robert Wise's The Haunting was the first adaptation of Shirley Jackson's The Haunting of Hill House, only three years after the novel was first released. SInce its production, it has developed the kind of reverence that gets it discussed in the same hushed whispers as Rosemary's Baby. Steven Spielberg reportedly told Wise that it was the scariest film he'd seen, and several years ago Martin Scorsese put it at the top of his list of scariest horror films.

Spielberg and Scorsese are wrong about The Haunting.

This film was made in the same year as Hitchcock's The Birds, for example, and while The Birds is also not the scariest film ever made, it soars miles above The Haunting. So what happened? Why is this film so renowned despite being incredibly ineffective?

The Haunting of Hill House was Wise's choice of adaptation when it came to a film to honour the legacy of Val Lewton, the eminent producer of horror films for RKO. The crucial feature of the horror Lewton produced stemmed from his belief that the scariest monsters in horror were the ones you did not see - that way the audience was able to fill the blank space with the scariest thing they were capable of imagining. Anything displayed on the screen, no matter the buildup, would inevitably be a letdown to the viewers. Wise's film plays this maxim straight, treating the viewer to some tense sequences built around sound effects, and a few visual effects towards the end that indicate something of great strength lurking in Hill House, attempting to invade the space of the characters.

What it might be lacking, in my opinion, is any real sense of threat. The most unsettling elements of the film come in the performance of Julie Harris. As Eleanor Lance, Harris has to occupy two registers at once: the physical performance within the real, physical house, and the mental performance, chiefly made available to the viewer through her voice-over narration. It's unclear for a lot of the film what is happening to Eleanor. She feels an obvious affinity for the house, and starts to consider it her new home, but even before she arrives at Hill House for the first time her voiceover discusses it as though she's taking permanent residence there, not merely attending a weekend of paranormal investigation.This creepiness seems to stop, however, at the edges of Eleanor's self. What everyone else experiences at Hill House is a set of unexplained cold patches and some thumpings in the night. These are creepy, sure, but they don't actually seem to be malevolent. Without any ongoing sense of threat it's hard to find the film terrifying, even for a self-confessed horror wuss like me.

It seems like Wise might have been unable to buy into the paranormal aspects of the film himself: despite being reassured by Shirley Jackson that the novel was really about the supernatural, Wise and the screenwriter, Nelson Gidding, introduced a subtext of mental breakdown into the film's script. Strangely, by introducing this ambiguity, the film becomes even less horrifying. If Eleanor is merely hallucinating a haunting that exists entirely within her own mind, then it remains confined there - it doesn't bleed out into the world and imperil the other characters. If the haunting is real, then it clearly only threatens people with Eleanor's weak constitution. Either way, the viewer is safe.

This type of ambiguity provides a lot of loose ends that don't build into anything stronger. Eleanor's history with the house, for instance, is also ambiguous. At one point she wakes to the sound of rapping at the walls, seemingly the presence of the old woman who once lived in the home, desperately seeking attention from the live-in nurse. We know from the film's opening that Eleanor's mother also died recently, and when Eleanor wakes she tells the noises that she's coming. Is this Eleanor temporarily lapsing into her own real history, forgetting her mother is already dead? Or has she been cast in the role of the nurse for a moment, who also died in the house? There isn't a firm answer provided to this, or much else in the film. Wise likes the ambiguity present here, and it's an effective ploy... just not a terrifying one.

There is one thing that makes this film well worth a watch, and it's the visual style of it. I'm giving this film a lot of flak for not being scary, but it is a gorgeously-constructed film overall. The setting for the house (Ettington Park for the exterior shots) is appropriately ominous at night, and the rooms are consistently filmed from an unusually low angle, making ceilings loom overhead. The house, fittingly for a ghost story, is a character: faces in the carvings are given prominence, and shots are frequently framed with pieces of architecture and furnishing filling spots where humans would typically be.The camera also moves a lot, which would make cutting for spatial continuity enormously challenging - shots track, pan and tilt with the characters. Where the continuity is broken, the effect is suitably disorienting. At one stage, Eleanor trips on a spiral staircase, and we cut to a wide shot of her on the second landing. She starts to climb again, another twenty steps or so, and then when we next cut to that wider frame, she's still on the second landing. Parts of individual scenes are clearly shot at different times of day. Are these continuity errors? Most likely. But they really reinforce the sense that Hill House is a place with its own laws, that ignores the logic of the outside world.

The Haunting is an unusual film, and at first I dismissed it as boring, as a horror film that isn't horrifying. It's far more likely to provide moments where you say 'That was cool, how they did that', rather than moments of terror. What has stayed with me from it, though, is how modern it feels. The Netflix adaptation has the threatening aspects that make it a horror, but a lot of those aspects are here, just in a tame, embryonic form. This is a film with a lesbian character dressed in stylish Mary Quant clothes, as out as possible in a film from the 1960s. It uses some of the same practical effects as you'd see down the line in John Carpenter's horror films. I think that those proclaiming it to be the scariest thing they've ever seen are seeing the reflections of The Haunting's children in its eyes.

#1001 movies #robert wise #the haunting

[hearttstopper]

“i have a lot of thoughts about this too especially with the whole watermelon sugar/nameless thing” pls miss britt share ur thoughts id love to hear them

This got so long. I’m really sorry. My thoughts about HS2/In Watermelon Sugar/a bunch of other random stuff under the cut.

These are all thoughts that are only vaguely connected, and stuff that I’m sure has been said a hundred times before mixed with a ton of my own personal conjecture, so please bear that in mind… This is just like total rambling from me. 

But I have been fascinated with Harry’s connections to In Watermelon Sugar since we first heard the stupid rumors about the song. Especially the quote from the book about the narrator’s name. That quote got me thinking about how when it comes to Harry, tons of people only see what they want to see based on whatever ‘version’ of Harry is most appealing to them.

Read these quotes from the book with that in mind:

My Name

“I guess you are kind of curious as to who I am, but I am one of those who do not have a regular name. My name depends on you. Just call me whatever is in your mind.

If you are thinking about something that happened a long time ago: Somebody asked you a question and you did not know the answer.

That is my name.

Perhaps it was raining very hard.

That is my name.

Or somebody wanted you to do something. You did it. Then they told you what you did was wrong—“Sorry for the mistake,”—and you had to do something else.

That is my name.

Perhaps it was a game you played when you were a child or something that came idly into your mind when you were old and sitting in a chair near the window.

That is my name.

Or you walked someplace. There were flowers all around.

That is my name.

Perhaps you stared into a river. There was something near you who loved you. They were about to touch you. You could feel this before it happened. Then it happened.

That is my name.”

and:

“My Name. I do not have a regular name. I am a mystery to you. I wished Margaret would leave me alone…”

— Richard Brautigan, In Watermelon Sugar

The narrator of In Watermelon Sugar isn’t just a nameless figure, he actually invites the reader to give him whatever name they find most fitting for him. A positive connotation, a negative one, a nonsensical one… whatever you, the reader, decides. And that feels like a very apt description of Harry and the various ways fans have perceived him from the very beginning… by now, so many people have projected so many different images onto Harry that over time it has completely blurred all lines as to who Harry actually is. 

Here’s a review I found of the book that summarizes the world within In Watermelon Sugar better than I can (as well as somehow still aligning perfectly with the concept of struggling with fame and identity, etc): “Much of the sense of disparity in [in Watermelon Sugar] results from the incongruity inherent in the person of the narrator, who insists that everything in iDEATH is exactly as it should be—the people gentle, pleasant, and tolerant. Despite the narrator’s insistence that iDEATH is a stable Utopia, however, many of the things that happen are fraught with pain and violence. Balancing the easygoing and vegetarian people with their light chores and flower-filled parades are the man-eating tigers, the burning of the mutilated corpses of inBOIL and his gang, Margaret’s suicide, and the emptiness felt by the narrator but never named.” 

So essentially within In Watermelon Sugar, we’re shown that in the surrealist, post-apocalyptic setting of iDeath, things are only perfect on a surface level. Everyone in this world appears to be happy (or at least, they should be), but a closer look reveals the true nature of iDeath: it’s beyond grim. And so despite the happy, shiny surface, being a part of that happy, peaceful commune is unable to cure the narrator of the inexplicable emptiness he feels inside of him. (‘All the lights couldn’t put out the dark running through my heart.’ ‘Having sex and being sad.’)

The sadness that Harry has already admitted is very prevalent in HS2 has already been implied to be about a ‘breakup,’ but it’s clear to me that Lights Up is anything but a breakup song… (“[Lights Up is about] freedom, self-reflection, self-discovery, things that I had thought about and wrestled with…” + “For me, it’s a very uplifting song. In some places, it’s kind of dark, but to me, it’s like, very liberating. I think, you know, over the past couple of years… It’s about self-reflection, and freedom. It feels very free to me, which is I guess things that I’ve been trying to process… I guess, kinda wrestled with a little over the last couple of years. It’s kinda like, about accepting all of those things.”)

His sadness/whatever emotions and problems he’s been wrestling with have seemingly spanned the course of a few years, and are very personal to him… which is why I feel that releasing Lights Up as the first single sets the tone for the rest of his album centering around his own identity. The line “Lights up and they know who you are, know who you are… Do you know who you are?” poses the question - who is Harry? - and then, “Shine! Step into the light… Shine! So bright sometimes. Shine! I’m not ever going back.” shows us Harry having the strength and bravery to overcome his fears (stepping into the light, although it’s ‘so bright sometimes’ - overwhelming) and reclaim/express his own misunderstood identity.

A lot of people have been trying to tie the In Watermelon Sugar thing back to someone else, but at this point I completely disagree. Not only have we seen him make literary references in the past (the Charles Bukowski reference in Woman), but… given everything that he’s said about Lights Up so far – which was surprisingly a lot – I think that Harry genuinely just took a lot of inspiration from the book because it seemed to hit close to home with his own feelings about self-acceptance and living an authentic life within the public eye. 

I think a lot about the scene we’ve yet to see from the directors cut - a room full of many different iterations of Harry.

“My name depends on you… Just call me whatever is in your mind.” 

Which leads me back to more total conjecture on my end, but I think that when Harry initially set out on tour / kicked off his solo career, he seemed determined to continue performing within the safety of the walls that had been built around him, so to speak. In one of the interviews he did earlier, he talked about tackling his first album from the perspective of ‘bowling with the bumpers up’ - he wanted to play it safe. He didn’t want to veer too far out of his own comfort zone and fuck it all up… and in doing so, he seemed to hold himself back quite a lot. “I wanted to see if people would enjoy an album without knowing everything about me.” 

I think that heading into writing with that mindset explains songs like ‘Complicated Freak’ and ‘Medicine’ being scrapped and excluded from being released on HS1. In retrospect, all of his tour - and especially Medicine - seem a lot like Harry dipping his toes in the water. Being totally presumptuous again, but I find it likely that Harry has had it ingrained in his mind for a long time that he needs to fit certain molds and keep certain narratives alive in order to continue to be successful. And I imagine that this idea is not his own, but instead something that has been hammered into his head over and over from a young age. And I would guess that a lot of anxiety and doubt has stemmed from that - go back and watch that shaky first performance of Medicine and tell me what you think he was likely feeling in that moment. But again, it circles right back to the strength and bravery of doing what he knows needs to be done to expel all of the darkness inside of him - stepping into the light. (“Never going back now / Be so sweet if things just stayed the same.” It’d be so sweet if he could live in that fantasyland forever.)

Anyway. I really don’t think Harry was at all prepared for just how many people would show up to support him in that sense… but his own community just rolled up in droves, bringing a total outpouring of love for him every single night. He had entire arenas lit up in rainbows, people bringing hilarious and heartfelt signs, flags after flags after flags after flags… all in celebration of him and the feelings of safety, strength, and bravery that he has continuously imparted back onto his fans. It was such a queer lovefest that even other artists likened his tour to “pride parades every night.” That’s so unbelievably powerful? I can’t think of any other artist who’s crowds do that for them… not even gay icons like Elton John? I still maintain that one of the most incredible things to have come out of HSLOT was the safe spaces he + his fans created for one another. It meant a lot to us, and it clearly meant a lot to him:

“The tour, that affected me deeply. It really changed me emotionally. Having people come to sing the songs… For me, the tour was the biggest thing in terms of being more accepting of myself, I think. I kept thinking, “Oh, wow. They really want me to be myself. And be out and do it.” That’s the thing I’m most thankful for, of touring. I feel like the fans in the room — it’s this environment where people come to feel like they can be themselves. There’s nothing that makes me feel more myself than to be in this whole room of people. It made me realize people want to see me experiment and have fun. Nobody wants to see you fake it.” 

I think that going on tour, and seeing the reaction and the acceptance of his audience, definitely made him want to take the bumpers down… to ‘be out and do it’ because ‘nobody wants to see him fake it.’ It seemed to help him massively in terms of his own ‘self acceptance and the things he’s been wrestling with’ and to make an incredibly, incredibly long winded answer short, it’s why I STILL do not think that releasing Lights Up on National Coming Out Day was in any way incidental. I think that was a big part of what Harry meant when he said that no one wanted to see him ‘faking’ things.

And… that’s basically it, I think, for now. I’ve just been sitting here nodding along at everything he’s been showing us the last few weeks… Impressed by the direction that he seems to be heading. And taking notes. I’ll go ahead and shut up now because I KNOW it’s still too early to draw definite conclusions on his intent for this new ‘era’ (and this new song could be about choking on literal fucking watermelon seeds for all I know, nothing Harry does ever makes any kind of sense does it), but I can’t help but come to my own conclusions based on what I feel he is sharing with us.

#like if anyone actually thinks that it makes more sense for harry to be crying over borrowed slippers from an ex #and writing entire songs based off of his ex's supposed favorite book... be my guest or whatever #but it totally undermines how smart harry actually is. he used the word 'regalia' in a fucking interview the other day #like c'mon lmao #anyway #this is just me rambling for like... a solid 2k #sorry #when he makes me look like booboo i'll at least be a more educated booboo or whatever #:') #*

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Good Girls Go Bad

~An Intrulogicality Fanfiction~

(there's also some background Prinxiety)

(Based on the song by Cobra Starship. This is a human Sanders Sides AU, and they're all at least 21.)

TW: drinking, panic/anxiety attack (mostly just a mention, no real details), clubs

Please let me know if you find more!

This is also a work in progress, so this will have multiple parts. I'm not sure how many yet.

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Nightclubs. One of the few places in the city that Logan dislikes. They are loud, dark, and full of people who make poor decisions, whether the alcohol has affected them or not. But he, along with Patton, Emile, and Virgil were all dragged to this place by Remy and Roman. So he was stuck. He should have just told the others no. 

Logan, Virgil, and Patton were all sitting in Logan and Patton's living room. The fatherly man and Virgil were watching a documentary about the jungle, and while Logan knew most of the information the narrator said, he couldn't help but watch the show with them. It was peaceful until about halfway through the movie, when Roman came running in with Remy. They had decided that everyone else's lives were too boring, and that needed to change. “You need to put some spice into your lives!” Roman had proclaimed, dramatically moving his arms to emphasize his point. "I have spices in the cabinet, Roman." Logan, not getting the phrase, didn't really know what spices had to do with anything, but Roman just laughed. "It's a phrase, nerd. It means you need to have more excitement in your lives! Sooooo, Remy and I are going to take you all clubbing tonight!" The way he said it, it was clear that nothing was going to stop him from making this happen. Logan sighed and adjusted his tie. “Is this mandatory, Roman?” He asked anyway. He knew Virgil would not enjoy a nightclub, and the logical man himself didn’t enjoy them either. “You know it!” Logan just sighed. Patton walked over to him and elbowed him a little. “Oh c’mon Lo! It might be fun!” “Now that’s the spirit! Why can’t you two be like our dear padre?” Roman asked the other two men in front of him. “Clubs are loud.” Virgil mumbled. “Agreed. Not to mention the figuratively innumerous number of intoxicated people.” Logan added, giving a small nod to the anxious man now sitting on the floor by the window. “There’s more to clubs than that!” Roman insisted. “Well, not really.” Remy argued, receiving a quick glare from Roman. “But that’s what’s cool about clubs, babes. That, and all the cute guys.” Logan noticed the very subtle smirk on Remy’s face, and the nerd had a feeling that he was about to lose the only other person on his side of the argument. “Ya know, they said Gerard Way went there one time.” Logan knew Remy had a plan. The hoodie wearing man’s eyes widened and he looked at Remy. “Wait, really?” The other man nodded, and Virgil looked away. “...fine, I’ll come.” Everyone looked to Logan. “...I suppose, at this point, I cannot refuse.” Roman lifted a fist to show his success, and it wasn’t five minutes that passed before they left.

They all took Remy’s car. Most of the men there had cars, but Remy’s was the biggest, and arguably, the coolest. It had a sunroof and satellite radio, with built in wi-fi. People tend to like those things. It didn’t take long to get to the club. It was simply called “Janus's” and there was a yellow, two headed snake made out of bright neon lights. As they were getting out of the car, Roman stopped. When Patton asked him what was wrong, he said that he just got an idea. He had the creative glint in his eye that he always gets. The dramatic man insisted that they go clothes shopping first, and Remy agreed. “You all need a good look. Not that you all look bad, but a polo isn't exactly party clothes.” Logan adjusted his tie, somewhat self-consciously. “I only came because you were so persistent. I don’t plan on actually partying.” Roman gasped dramatically and put a hand on his chest. “Come now brainiac, that’s no fun. All you ever wear is that stuffy tie. You needed a change, party or not.” Roman grabbed his wrist before Logan could protest, and they walked into the nearby clothing store, the others behind them. 

“Now, since I’m pretty sure you have no fashion sense whatsoever, I’m picking out your clothes. Don’t worry, I won’t pick something awful.” Roman insisted as he looked around the store. It wasn’t that Logan was nervous, nervous wasn’t the right word...he just didn’t have much faith in Roman’s taste in clothing. It is VERY different from Logan’s. The red clad man came back a few minutes later with clothing in his hand. All Logan could see was the navy blue color. “Put this on.” Roman demanded as he pushed Logan into the nearby changing room. Logan looked at himself in the mirror and slowly took off his tie. His tie is like his lifeline sometimes, and it’s odd for him to not wear it. It’s how he reminds himself to stay mature and focused on his goals. But...they were going to a club. Mature and focused isn’t the goal… Logan pushed away those thoughts for now and focused on the clothes Roman had picked out for him. It was a dark navy blue pair of dress pants with a matching suit jacket, and a medium grey shirt to wear underneath. “I must admit, this was a better choice than I had imagined.” He put it on, and he actually felt comfortable in it. It felt...good. He looked at his tie sitting on top of his neatly folded clothes. He picked it up and tied it around his neck, though not as tight as he usually would in his normal clothing. It was a nicer look than he thought. He expected the tie to not look right if he wasn’t wearing a collared shirt, but he was wrong. Just as he was starting to change out of the suit, there was a knock on the door. “Hey, don’t bother changing out of those clothes. I already paid for it.” “Oh.” Was Logan’s only response to Remy as he put the clothes back on properly. 

He stepped out of the changing room and saw Patton and Remy standing by the door. And when Logan saw Patton, he froze for a minute. He felt his cheeks get warmer, and he cleared his throat. “You...look nice, Patton.” The happier man was wearing a mid thigh length light blue skirt with lace hearts, and a white halter top with a heart shaped hole on his chest. There was a small space just above his naval where his skin was exposed. Patton giggled, covering his mouth. “Thanks Logan! I really like it. I guess you could say it’s captured my heart.” He says as he points to the heart shaped hole. A very small smile grew on Logan’s face. Roman’s loud voice quickly made it go away though. “Men and Gentlemen, may I present to you...the new and improved Virgil Shadden!” Roman, who had changed into a red crop top with a crown on the front and white pants, took a step to the side to reveal Virgil. He was wearing a purple mock turtleneck with a black suit vest over it. Virgil looked away from everyone and put his hands into the pockets of the black pants with too many pointless zippers on the side. In Logan’s opinion anyway. “Virgil, you look so great!” Virgil seemed to calm down a little seeing Patton’s positive reaction, and he straightened his posture the slightest little bit. “Alright, now you babes are ready.” “Let’s go!” Roman yelled after Remy spoke, as he grabbed Virgil’s hand and led him out of the shop. The anxious man blushed slightly, and Remy smirked as he walked behind them. Patton looked at Logan with a toothy smile. “Are you ready?” Logan nodded, lost for words. Patton grabbed his hand, but in a softer and calmer way than Roman did to Virgil. “Then let’s go clubbing.” He pointed to a shirt with a club symbol on it. Logan couldn’t help but smile a little as Patton giggled at his own joke.

~Part 1/?~

Pt.2 here

Pt.3

#patton sanders #logan sanders #sanders sides #sanders sides au #sanders sides human au #remus sanders #janus sanders #virgil sanders #roman sanders #intrulogicality #prinxiety