#ohh and second pose should be without their arm

[cepheusgalaxy]

[ID: A partially lined sketch of Aiden with their back turned. They are a winged person with short curly hair. /end ID.]

is this anything

[the-bau-quinjet]

Next Time

Peter Parker x Rogers!reader

Summary: You and Peter make plans for "next time", not realizing just how quickly they would happen.

Warnings: none! Just fluff :)

Word Count: 3504

a/n: My first real Peter fic! So this is a sort of sequel to 16 hours isn't enough. I was just feeling inspired, but this focuses more on the readers relationship with Peter! You don't have to read the first part to understand this one.

Masterlist

“I’m gonna go out with Ned and MJ tomorrow, celebrate our day off. Do you wanna come?” You and Peter had just gotten back from patrolling, and it was already 2 am. He's hopeful that you'll want to spend more time with him, but given the guilty look on your face, he doesn't think your answer is going to be positive.

“I would love to, but I need to sleep for at least 15 hours. Maybe I can come next time? If we ever have another day off.” He can't help but laugh, completely understanding the feeling.

“Trust me, I get it. Next time works. Add in a 16th hour, you deserve it.” He smiles at your yawn, thinking about how cute you look when you're tired.

“Thanks Pete.” You both laugh when you yawn again. “16 hours might not even be enough.” He relishes in the feeling of your hug before heading to the elevator.

He decided to head back to Queens tonight so he could sleep in a little longer. He can definitely relate to your need for sleep, being a teenage avenger is an exhausting schedule to maintain.

-

The next morning, nearly afternoon, Peter finally gets out of bed. Having slept for 8 hours, he definitely understands what you were saying last night.

Still, he's a little bummed he won't be seeing you today. He gets ready anyway, texting MJ and Ned. The three of them decide to go to Delmar's for lunch and wing it from there.

After ordering their usual sandwiches, the trio heads outside to eat.

"I thought you were going to invite Y/N?" MJ starts the interrogation as soon as the three have sat down.

"I did, but she was exhausted, said she was going to sleep all day." He's bummed again at not seeing you, but he still understands.

"Oh man, I'm sorry dude." Ned responds, feeling bad for his friend.

"It's fine. I get it. I definitely could have slept for another 8 hours." Peter shrugs it off, not wanting to dwell on it.

"What should we do now?" Ned poses the question, looking at his friends.

"I don't know. Something fun though, I never have free time anymore." Peter complains, although his friends can tell he's mostly joking.

"I haven't been to Coney Island in a while. What if we go ride all the rides and make fun of the scaredy cats?" MJ suggests.

The two boys agree, finishing up their sandwiches and heading to the subway.

After a horrendous 2 hour subway ride, the three teens finally arrive at the theme park.

MJ drags the two of them from ride to ride, excitedly- but subtly- pointing out the strangers who look like they're going to puke.

Peter does his best not to think about you while he's there. He can't help but remember all the times you told him about going to Coney Island with your dad though. You absolutely loved your father daughter days.

"Dude, isn't that Y/N?" Ned smacks Peter on the shoulder, pointing toward the line for the slingshot ride.

"I thought you said she was sleeping all day..." MJ worriedly looks toward where Ned's pointing.

"Um, yeah. That's what she told me. It probably just looks like her." Peter doesn't want to turn around. He doesn't want to know.

"No, dude. That's definitely her." Ned keeps gawking, trying to get Peter to look. "Why is she with Captain America?"

Peter perks up at that, understanding what must have happened. "He's here too? He was supposed to be on a mission until Tuesday!" He finally turns around, easily spotting you and your dad in line for the ride.

He can't help but stare at how beautiful you are. His smile grows as he takes in your tired, but excited expression.

"Um, care to share your findings with the group?" MJ shoves his arm, trying to get his attention back.

"Huh? Oh! Right." Peter laughs at himself. "He wasn't supposed to be back until Tuesday, they must be having a father daughter day. She told me how they used to always go to Coney Island as an escape from the superhero life." Peter grins, remembering the first time you told him about missing spending time with your dad. He's happy you're finally getting just that.

"What?! Why didn't you tell us she was Captain America's daughter? That's so cool!" Ned finally turns back, staring wide eyed at Peter.

"I introduced her as Y/N Rogers... I kind of thought it was implied." Peter looks back and forth between his friends. It's clear MJ knew, but Ned is genuinely surprised.

"I'm honestly not even surprised you didn't put that together Ned." MJ shakes her head at the boy. "Now, what should we get for dinner?"

"Ohh, hot dogs! It's a Coney Island classic!" And just like that Ned's attention has been diverted. Peter can't help but steal one more glance at you.

You're clearly having a good time. It looks like you've finally convinced Steve to go on the slingshot if the cautious smile on his face means anything. He watches as you jump up and down, hugging your dad with a big bear hug.

He smiles at how happy you are before turning and following his friends to the hot dog stand.

-

Peter didn't see you at all on Sunday. Normally, the two of you would at least do some homework together, but you hadn't responded to any of his texts.

Around 10 pm, his phone finally dings indicating two new texts from you.

I'm so sorry! I slept so late today, I panicked and forced Tony to help me with my homework so I could get it done faster.

Did you get yours done? I can try to help you :)

haha, I thought you were going to sleep all day yesterday? And, yeah I got mine done. Thanks for the offer though! 😄

I was definitely planning to sleep all day. My dad got back early and surprised me with a father daughter day though. I didn't have the heart to tell him I was exhausted. 😴 I powered through a full day of hot dogs, amusement park rides, McDonald's, and a movie 😊

He was about to respond when another text came through.

Okay, admittedly I fell asleep halfway through the movie... but still

Honestly, Peter was glad to hear the confirmation that you hadn't lied to him. He didn't think you would, but it still calmed any unnecessary anxiety to know exactly what happened.

Well, I'm glad you got caught up on sleep today then. I actually was at Coney Island on Saturday too, what a crazy coincidence 😂

Peter...

Did you see me at Coney Island?

Damn, you know me too well... I did, but I saw your dad too so I figured you were having a father daughter day!

I just didn't want to sound creepy... 😳

Not creepy, just a coincidence...

we should go together sometime 😊

Peter nearly dropped his phone when the second text came through. Were you asking him out? Was it just a friend thing? Shit, he really needs to respond.

For sure!

Peter can't help but think he sounds like an idiot. "For sure?" Who says that?!

I mean, that would be great. Our next day off?

For sure! 😉

Oh god. He was definitely in for it now.

-

Yours and Peters next day off came a lot faster than he expected. Normally, you would go months without a whole day off.

Maybe Steve was worried about you, or maybe it was Tony. Maybe it was just a lack of bad guys, but not even two weeks later you were both given a day off.

"So, do you still want to go to Coney Island?" You were nervous to be asking Peter about your conversation a few weeks ago, but you wanted to spend time with him.

"Yeah, definitely! You'll have to show me all your favorite rides." he smiled, glad you brought it up so he wouldn't have to. "I can pick you up tomorrow at 8?"

"Sounds perfect. Not too early, but still early enough to get there before the crowds." You smiled. If he wanted to pick you up, maybe he thought it was a date...

You hugged him, lingering a little more than usual in his arms. "i'll see you tomorrow, Pete."

He blushed at the nickname, as usual. "Goodnight, Y/N."

The two of you went your separate ways, each freaking out about what the other was thinking.

-

The next morning, you were pacing around the kitchen in the compound, freaking out. You didn't want to make a fool out of yourself on this maybe date.

"Morning, sweet pea. What's on your mind?" Your dad walked in, getting ready to make his post-run smoothie. One look at your frazzled pacing, and he knew something was up.

You froze instantly. You hadn't even thought about telling your dad. "Oh, um... nothing?" You winced, knowing hoe unconving that was.

Steve laughed, even more intrigued now. "Come on, you can tell me. What's going on?"

"Well... I maybe have a date today..." You said the words slowly, unsure of how he would react. You hadn't talked to your dad much about dating.

His first question surprised you. "Maybe?"

You breathed a sigh of relief, glad he didn't immediately freak out. Unbeknownst to you, on the inside he was screaming.

"Well, yeah. I don't know if it's a date or not." Your nerves were back, displayed by your continued pacing.

"Do you want it to be a date?" Again, his question was calmer than you anticipated.

You didn't even need to think about your answer. "I do, but I don't know if he does. That's why it's a maybe."

He nodded, seeming to think about your predicament. "Nat! Can you come in here for a minute?"

You froze again, unprepared to share your maybe date plans with another Avenger.

"What's up, Cap?" She smiled at you, clearly having an idea as to what this could be about.

"Y/N maybe has a date." Her smile grew, clearly her idea was on the right track.

"Maybe, huh?" She turned back to Steve, trying to figure out why exactly he needed her help.

"Yeah, so can you help us figure out if it's an actual date?" You smiled at your dad, surprised but thankful for his actions.

"Of course! Tell me everything, how did you plan it?" She sat down at the island, listening intently as you explained your text conversation with Peter that day, leaving out only the fact that it was Peter.

You went on to describe the conversation you had with him yesterday, again leaving Peter's name out of it.

"Well, from what you described I can definitely see why you're confused. You've been friends with this guy for awhile?"

You nodded, even more nervous to hear your confusion is justified. She nodded to herself, seemingly pondering all the information that was presented.

"I think it's a date." You froze for the third time, unsure if that made your nerves better or worse. "But, you'll know for sure when he picks you up. If it's just a friend thing, he'll probably wear what he always wears. If he thinks it's a date, he'll probably dress a little nicer. He'll want to impress you." She winked as she rose from her chair.

"Thank you!" You rushed around the island, pulling her into a hug. Now you've at least got a plan as to how to figure out if this is a date or not.

"No problem, kiddo. I'm happy to help with girl stuff." She winked at Steve, heading out of the kitchen.

"So, you gonna tell me who this maybe date is with?" There's the questions you were expecting.

Before you could even think of a response, the doorbell rang. "Gotta go, love you!" You planted a kiss on his cheek, rushing out of the room before he could question you.

As you ran out, Tony wondered in just in time to hear Steve ask "Friday, who just rang the doorbell?"

"Mr. Parker, Captain."

Steve nearly choked on his smoothie.

"What's that about, Capsicle?" Tony asked, taken by surprise at the man's reaction.

"Peter Parker is taking my daughter on a maybe date." He said it with a sense of caution, unsure how to feel. To his joy, Tony nearly choked on the water he was drinking.

-

You were nervous to open the door, but excited to test Nat's theory. It made sense when you thought about it. you yourself dressed a little nicer than normal for your day with Peter.

Instead of jeans and a tee, you opted for a colorful t-shirt dress. It was still casual, and comfortable enough for a day at a theme park, but nicer than normal.

You flung the door open, immediately pulling Peter in for a hug. "Hi!" You were slightly out of breath from running from the kitchen, but Peter didn't say anything about it.

"You look really pretty." Peter blushed, squeezing you tightly.

"Thank you. You look very handsome." You couldn't stop the smile from growing as you took in his outfit. He had on a pair of khakis and a long sleeve button up. He still looked casual, but definitely nicer than normal.

"Thanks. You ready to go?" He held his arm out when you nodded, guiding you to the car when you took it.

You didn't know what to expect on the car ride, so you were pleasantly surprised when Peter put on some music. A few songs in, you recognized it as a playlist you made him of your favorite songs. Your heart melted a bit at the realization.

When you arrived at the park, Peter rushed to open your door for you. It was a tradition you never understood, but you blushed anyway, accepting his hand as you rose from the seat.

"What do you want to do first?" He lead you toward the entrance with a hand on your back, again taking you by surprise.

"Oh, well it makes the most sense to do the big rides first, before the lines get too long!" You were instantly in planning mode, creating the best route for you to get on all the best rides.

You eagerly pulled Peter through the park, holding his hand to guide him. It wasn't uncommon for you to grab his hand and drag him somewhere, but you felt a little bolder today. When you got to the first line, you intertwined your fingers, continuing to hold his hand as you waited.

The next few rides went the same way. You pulled Peter from one roller coaster to the next until lunch time.

"Do you want to get some lunch?" He intertwined your hands this time, causing butterflies to erupt in your stomach.

"Sure! Let's go to Paul's Daughter, yeah? Dad and I had hot dogs last time." You scrunched up your face at the idea of eating more hot dogs.

Peter couldn't stop the smile from growing on his face as he took in your adorable expression. "I had hot dogs last time too."

The two of you just stared at each other smiling until someone bumped into trying to get around the boardwalk.

You laughed, squeezing his hand. The two of you strolled down the boardwalk until you made it to the restaurant.

You happily ate your burgers and fries, talking about anything and everything that came up.

After eating, you continued to walk along the boardwalk, giving yourself time to digest before doing anything else.

"Did you want to go to the arcade area?" Peter questioned, trying to make sure you did everything you wanted.

"Sure, we can play some games! Fair warning, I've had lots of practice. You can't get mad if I beat you." You couldn't help but tease him a bit.

"Darling, you wound me." He playfully slaps his hands over his heart, giving you his best puppy eyes. "Did you forget about my spidey senses?"

You laugh alongside him at his antics, genuinely having fun with him. All of your earlier nerves seem so unnecessary as you stare at his smiling face.

"Yeah, yeah spider boy. Let's see what you can do."

Unsurprisingly, Peter beat you at nearly every game you played. You might be a force to reckon with in hand to hand, but when it comes to throwing rings at bottles, he's got you beat.

True to every rom com ever made, Peter wins you a giant blue elephant. You're not even annoyed at losing, having experienced it over and over with your dad.

It's going on 8 pm when you finally finish playing games. You gave most of the prizes to little kids you passed, only keeping the elephant. You wanted something to remember this day by.

"Is there anything else you want to do?" You smile at Peter, letting him decide your final activity.

"I've always wanted to ride the ferris wheel..." He answered honestly, leaving out the part about kissing you at the top.

"Then ride the ferris wheel we shall!" He laughed at your over the top expression, smiling as you again dragged him by his hand.

The two of you slid into the last open seat on the ride, sitting next to each other with the elephant across from you.

You gleefully looked out over the park, smiling and pointing at all the lights.

"We never stayed this late when I was younger. I was always so tired, so we'd leave and get McDonald's on the way home." You smiled as you remembered countless father daughter days. "The lights look so pretty."

"Absolutely breathtaking." Peter whispers, not having taken his eyes of you for the duration of the ride. When the ride stops, the two of you are at the very top.

A slight breeze cause you to shiver, leaning into Peter for warmth. He puts his arm around your shoulders, pulling you closer.

His other hand reaches up to brush your hair out of your face, and just like that you can barely breathe. His hand lingers on your cheek, eyes roaming your face.

You both lean a little closer, ready to take this next step when the ride jerks, causing each of you to jump back in shock. You lean your head on his shoulder for the duration of the ride, cursing the bad timing.

When you get off the ferris wheel, Peter guides you back to the car. Again, you're half expecting the ride to be a little awkward, but Peter doesn't let it happen.

The two of you continue talking about life, reminiscing on stories from when you were younger. Before you know it, your back at the compound.

Again, Peter gets out to open your door, taking the chivalry thing very seriously. He walks you to the door, painfully aware of your almost kiss on the ferris wheel.

"I had a really good time today, Pete. Thank you." You lean in, kissing him ever so lightly on the cheek.

You purposefully linger close to his face, willing him to give you a sign that he's on the same page.

His hands frame your face as he pulls you in for a kiss. You melt into each other, eagerly reciprocating the kiss until you need to pull away for air.

"Goodnight, Y/N." Peter whispers, his face still only millimeters from yours.

"Goodnight, Peter." You whisper back, planting a final quick kiss on his lips before going inside.

You lean back against the door, relishing in the feeling of his lips on yours. Eventually, you walk through the compound, heading for the elevators.

Unsurprisingly, Natasha, Tony, and your dad are all sitting in the common room you have to pass through.

Before you can ever utter a greeting, your dad is talking. "Parker, really?" Your not surprised that he figured it out, he probably just asked Friday. You are surprised at his tone of voice though. It almost sounds approving.

"Yeah..." Your answer is cautious, unsure of where this is going.

"I'm happy for you sweet pea, he's a good kid." You hug your dad, glad to know he's not going to ban you from seeing him. You wouldn't have expected him to react so drastically, but you’re still surprised by the calmness.

"Thanks, dad. I love you."

"I love you too." He rubs your back until you pull away, ready to head to bed.

Before you can leave the room, Nat asks the question all three adults have been wondering. "What's the verdict? Date or not a date?"

You were nearly out of the room when she asked, looking over your shoulder when you reach the doorway. Your face betrays the answer before your voice does, wearing a small, but loving smile. You involuntarily squeeze the elephant closer, hugging the giant stuffed animal closer to your body.

"Definitely a date."

[remmushound]

Rise/bay 23!! @brightlotusmoon @errorfreak88 @selfindulgenz

Donnie ran out of his room in an excited frenzy. His feet tip-tapped the happy dance he always did when he found a discovery. The light in his eyes, the flutter in his heart. The warmth overwhelming him. He ran right over to the cuddle pile, hesitating only to eye the strange scene curiously before prodding Donatello’s forehead.

“Mm?” Donatello’s eyes opened in an angry scowl at being disturbed.

“Hey!” Donnie was beaming, his eyes shimmering like dark pools of shiny chocolate, “Hi— here— here take a look at these!” 

Donatello grumbled through his sleep-heavy state and ignored the pictures shoved in his face, covering his muzzle with his arms to block out the light.

“Wha— hey, come on! I think I found your April!”

Donatello hardly heard him, and the fuzz of his mind wasn’t sharp enough yet to care. As the bickering continued with Donnie’s mouth running like a motor trying to wake up the sluggish softshell, Raphael opened his own heavy eyes and started to listen in. 

“Ugh! Make it stooooop!” 

Leonardo reached over and prodded Donnie where his tail would have been under the pants, making the box turtle yelp and fall forward. 

“There.” Leonardo snuggled back in against Raphael, “I found the off switch.”

Raphael was fully awake now and slowly started to untangle himself from his brothers. When he stood, the absence of his immense form made Michelangelo and Leonardo roll suddenly and slam into Donatello on either side. None of the three seemed to care. Raphael gave himself a minute or so to stretch and pop his joints before positioning himself behind his brothers, low to the ground. He sucked in a good deal of air, and then belched it back at his brothers.

The reaction was immediate. Screams of terror as the scent overwhelmed them and the panicked scrambling as his brothers tried to escape the stench. Their feet scrambled helplessly on the floor for a minute as the slick floor held them in place. Michelangelo was the first to find his footing, then Donatello, and lastly Leonardo. All scrambled to different corners of the lair.

“AH OH MY METAPHORICAL GOD!”

“THAT’S DISGUSTING!”

“DISHONOR ON YOU, DISHONOR ON YOUR FAMILY, DISHONOR ON YOUR COW!”

“You’re up now, antch’a?” Raphael laughed. “Whatchu got for us Don?”

“What? I don’t have anything for you.” Donatello answered.

“He meant other Don, Don.” Leonardo nudged his brother in the side, “Maybe we should mark you with paint or something— Don 1 and Don 2.”

“Not funny, Nardo!”

“No, it is extremely funny.” Leonardo laughed continuing to prod Donatello playfully.

“Nardo, if you keep doing that I’ll—“

“You’ll what?” Leonardo stuck out his tongue and bounced between legs as he continued to poke Donatello and avoid his swatting hands.

“Eh, ignore them.” Raphael smiled as he rubbed his neck and turned to address Donnie, craning his neck over to look at the pictures the box turtle reluctantly offered. “You found something?”

Donnie squeaked at the closeness of the snapping turtle’s head to him and pulled away quickly, dropping the photos in his panic. Raphael picked them up and his eyes lit up once he located the reason for the images.

“That’s April!”

That simple declaration was enough to make the other three forget about their playful bickering and hurry to Raphael’s side. The mutant held the proof of April low enough for his brothers to be able to look comfortably. Cheers sounded off seconds later.

“Yeaaah!”

“That’s April!”

“Oh, she’s okay!”

“Looook!” Leonardo prodded a finger against the paper at April’s chest, “She’s got the orb!”

“Ohh I hope she’s okay!” Michelangelo piped, crawling to hang over Leonardo’s shoulder.

“Time stamps from an hour ago.” 

“Do you know where she is now?”

“Can we get a pizza on the way to find her?”

The smaller mutants started to swarm Donnie with their questions, but Raphael was quick to separate them and give the box turtle some space.

“This is the last I saw of her— she was heading into an alley and I can just kinda see her going up the fire escape.” Donnie said finally.

“Hey, isn’t that where dad was?” Leonardo pointed out.

There was a symphony of agreement.

“I didn't see her come back down though, so she’s probably still up there.” Donnie said, “Unless she found a different way down, which I don’t see why she would…”

Donnie gave yet another yelp as Raphael’s hand fell onto his shoulder. Raphael laughed.

“You’re a jumpy one arencha?” He gave Donnie a few comforting pats to try and reassure him, “Great work Don! You don’t know how much this means to us.”

Donnie’s eyes glimmered with astonishment at the genuine praise.

“Yeah, that big head is good for something after all.” Despite the insult, Donatello’s words came off as a good-natured joke as he circled around Donnie and leaned his head on the box turtle’s shoulder.

“You’re one to talk, peanut head!” Leonardo laughed, “Your head looks like Stewie Griffin’s in reverse!”

“Ha ha.” Donatello faux-laughed, “Very funny, Leon.”

Donnie shivered as Michelangelo scrambled up his shell, using the older turtle’s tech for hand and foot holds. “You’re so smart, other Donnie!”

“Uh— heh— thanks?” Donnie’s cheeks hurt from smiling so wide. 

Raphael whistled, and his brothers all dislodged themselves from Donnie to heed his call. “Come on, Mad Dogz! April needs us!”

Another uproar of agreement sounded.

“I have an ideeeahhh!” Donatello purposely exaggerated the last word, “Let’s take the turtle tank!”

That suggestion sparked a series of cheers. 

“You do have a turtle tank right?” Donatello asked, his brothers excited cheering still sounding behind him.

“Well— yeah— but—“

“Great!” Donatello didn't let him finish, and Donnie couldn’t help but wonder if it was on purpose.

“Wait— you’re not really supposed to…” Donnie’s voice only got softer as the cheers drowned him out and the other four set off searching for the tank, “Take it out of the lair without… oh never mind.”

Donnie followed reluctantly after them. 

When they finally found the room they had been searching for, Leo blocked their path before they could enter. While the rest of the brothers stared at Leo— Donatello annoyed, Michelangelo concerned, and Raphael confused— Leonardo was quick to confront the box turtle.

“Hey guy, we were trying to get through there you know.”

“I know.” Leo crossed his arms pointedly.

“What, you the new door? Cause I’m not really seeing any working handles.” 

Leonardo pretended to look all around Leo for a handle before returning to stand in a similar stance as the older shinobi, except more relaxed. 

“Waiiiiit~ Are you like the sphinx? Gotta answer a riddle to get past you and if we get it wrong you just stare at us disappointedly!” Leonardo said the last part of the sentence in a low voice that tried to mimic Leo, standing up a little straighter and making sure to be loud. “Waitwaitwait, lemme guess: What’s green and uglier than a half-drowned mutant mole rat? And the answer is you! What’s my prize?”

Leonardo cupped his hands together and batted his eyes innocently, standing on one foot as he posed.

Leo didn't even address the annoying slider. “Donnie. What are you doing?” He asked slowly.

Donnie’s head shrank slowly into his shell. “Sorry Leo… I tried to stop them.”

“He spotted our April.” Raphael explained calmly.

“And so you thought you could just bully my brother into taking you out to get her?” Leo pulled up to his full height to try and tower over Raphael, even if the difference was only a few inches.

“Wha— bully?” Raphael frowned, not flinching at the attempt at a threat and looking more concerned for Donnie than for what Leo could do for him, “I didn't mean to bully him— did— did I?” 

Raphael looked back at Donnie with soft eyes. Donnie was looking incredibly guilty, his eyes locked on the floor as he sniffled softly and adjusted his glasses. Raphael gave a long, almost mournful sigh and approached Donnie.

“Gee, I’m sorry. I didn't mean to press you into anything.” Raphael apologized, “I just really wanted to find our April.”

The rest of the collection of mutants muttered similar apologies, Leonardo even giving a bow to the box turtle. Donnie looked to Leo to make sure he wasn’t the only one made uneasy by this strange situation. Leo seemed to carry a similar sentiment.

“Don’t worry— we’ll go out and find your April.” Leo said finally when he was able to, “But you all need to stay here.”

“Stay here?” Leonardo shot back, “Why?”

Leo was more than happy to challenge the slider again, almost glad he finally got the mutants attention. “My brothers and I know this city better than you.”

“Yeah, and we know our April better than you! And you’re not my leader!”

At a simple touch on the shoulder from Raphael, Leonardo immediately calmed down. “We won’t get in your way.” Raphael addressed Leo.

“You better not.” Leo said after a hesitation, so used to an aggressive remark that a kind one threw him off guard for a moment. “Suit up Don. We roll out in five. You two as well!” Leo called across the lair to Raph and Mikey.

“What?” Leonardo turned to Raphael with a hushed voice, “You can’t be serious!”

“I’m not.” Raphael whispered softly out of the corner of his mouth. “I said we wouldn’t get in their way, and we won’t. Never said we weren’t going.”

Leonardo understood immediately and gave a soft laugh, punching Raphael playfully in the shoulder. “April, here we come.”

[rohad93]

Moonlit Masquerade: Ch 9

“What do you think, Mittens?” Edric asks as they stand in the middle of Blight manor’s main room. What little furniture had been in the room before has been removed to maximize the space of the dance floor, which was already quite large. A few tables are pushed off to the side against the wall; they’ll hold food and drinks later.

The decor is simple but elegant, as though their parents would expect anything else of them. 

Luckily, their parents won’t be there tonight. Ed and Em are hosting this party on their own, as family tradition demands, but with some unofficial help from their younger sister. Any tantalizing ideas about turning the party into the kind Ed and Em are more fond of in the absence of Mr. and Mrs. Blight is kept at bay by the thought of the consequences they know await them if this is anything other than the perfect little shindig their parents expect. 

“It looks nice, Ed.” Amity nods, looking around. The wooden floors have been polished into a high mirror-like shine; they can see their faces in it. Hopefully, no one slips and falls tonight, it had happened before. 

“It can’t just be nice, it has to be perfect,” Emira says with a distinct bitterness that Amity is intimately familiar with, all three of them are. 

“It's going to be perfect, we'll make sure of it,” Amity assures them and they look at her gratefully. 

The Blight siblings have their differences, to be sure, but all three of them know all too well the jaw-cracking pressures and strains that their parents put on them to be nothing less then perfection and if nothing else try to support each other on that front. 

“Have wards been placed on the other rooms?” Emira turns to her brother questioningly as they run down the list of final preparations.

“I placed them there myself,” Amity answers before her brother can open his mouth. It's customary to set wards on the rooms that party guests aren’t supposed to enter, to keep any unsavory behavior, stealing or otherwise to a minimum.

“Until the food arrives I think we’re actually all finished with preparations for now anyway." Edric looks around the room a final time with a keen eye, looking for anything that might be out of place. Emira nods. 

“Then I’m going to shower and start getting ready.” Amity turns and starts toward the stairs. Helping the twins get things set up all day had been very helpful in taking her mind off the constant back and forth she’s been having with herself, especially since yesterday morning about her choice between Luz and her secret admirer. 

She was still torn about accepting her secret admirer's pursuit or continuing to pine after Luz with no real intention of making her feelings known to someone who it seems has made it clear that they’re just friends.  

When she worded it like that it seemed like a simple choice, but the way her chest ached whenever she would think of letting go of the human complicated things. The nagging guilt of turning down her would-be suitor adds another complex layer to things.

She doesn't owe this person anything, she knows, but they've been very sweet, if not a little corny, which Amity admits she kind of likes.

“Hold on, Mittens,” Edric said, turning to face her.

Amity stopped, glancing at the twins over her shoulder from the base of the stairs.

“Thank you, for helping us,” he says with a grateful smile.

“We couldn’t have been able to do it without you…, well, we could have but it would have been such a pain,” Emira chimed in with a grin that still has a sincere feel. Amity can't help but smile even as she rolls her eyes and walks up the stairs to her room with a nod. She already has her outfit set out. 

Not the one her mother had laid out for her this morning either. That makes her roll her eyes again.

The second their parents had left Amity had gone straight to her closet and picked out what she actually wanted to wear. In her opinion, it was just as elegant and presentable as the one her mother had picked, but much more her style and it went better with her mask anyway. If her mother finds out so be it, its a chance she’s willing to make for this one night.

Ed and Em will probably be getting ready soon as well, it's only five in the afternoon, but there are still a few things to do, and Emira will take longer than her or Ed to get ready. 

The Blood-blossoms are still sitting on her desk, they’ve wilted some but with Willow’s advice, they’re still quite lively. She can’t bring herself to throw them out. 

She moves toward her desk and opens the drawer, pulling out the small maroon box and pops it open, gazing at the beautiful little piece of jewelry fondly. 

She can see what made her admirer pick it, it's certainly something she would wear and she's touched by the thoughtfulness. She sets it, box open on her desk. It will go perfectly with her dress. 

With a final glance at it, she hurries off to the shower before either of her siblings can make their way there. Between the three of them, it's often a fight for the hot water. 

Or rather more just a race for her and Edric to get there before Emira, who always takes the longest and uses up most of it. 

She's still not sure what she's going to do tonight, but she hopes a hot shower will at least help calm some of her nerves.

~ ~ ~ 

Luz is a bundle of nerves.

She actually volunteers to run deliveries to town for Eda today if for no other reason then to keep her nervous energies in check, the waiting is killing her. Lugging around bags of heavy, liquid-filled glassware is good for that. Eda gives her a look when she makes the offer, but seems to understand, and agrees. Luz needs something to keep her busy until the party tonight. 

Something that isn’t pacing around the owl house like a caged animal or constantly checking the clothes hung up in her room and shooting Hooty dirty looks.

When she leaves for Bonesburrough Eda promises to keep Hooty out of her room. 

She walked into her room that morning after breakfast to find the house demon stretched in through her window with her new dress pants hanging out of his mouth.

Luz had tackled him, screaming at the top of her lungs, which had brought the entire house running in time to see Hooty flailing around her room like a wet noodle and screeching while she squeezed her arms and legs around him, yelling in angry, rapid Spanish.

After the excitement of the morning, the day actually flies by fairly quickly for her as she runs back and forth across town dropping off Eda’s deliveries. 

She also takes the opportunity to try out her new trick. 

Her round ears are gone and no one so much as spares her a glance as she walks through the market. 

She's quite pleased with herself. 

A few of Eda's regulars tip her a few snails here and there which she happily pockets. Maybe she should get some kind of after school job?

Unlike back home where she's too young, she doubts the Boiling Isles has any kind of child labor laws.

She makes a stop at a small stand selling flowers and plants and buys a single flower. Its petals are white with a dark violet center. 

She's admiring its beauty when a voice calls out to her.

"Luz?" She turns around and comes face to face with Willow and Gus.

"Guys!" She jumps on them with a grin.

The two laugh a smile as she squeezed them.

"We weren't entirely sure it was you. What happened to your ears?" Willow is looking at her new pointed appendages with open wonder. 

"You like?" She strikes a pose. "It's an illusion spell I've been working on." 

"Ohh, impressive." Gus walks around her looking at the illusion. 

"I needed to hide my ears tonight," she explains. 

"What's tonight?" The younger boy asks and Luz explains the masquerade party and her plan to finally come clean to Amity at the party's end.

"So you're really finally going to do it, huh?" Willow asks her. 

Luz nods, face set in a determined look that the plant witch has become familiar with.  

"I'm ready. For better or worse, I have to tell her. Even if she turns me down we can still be friends. " saying that hurts more than she expected it to.

"What if she doesn't want to be friends after you tell her?" Gus questions innocently and Luz's fragile bravado fractures like glass.

Willow shoots him a look and he stutters over his words as he tries to backtrack.

"I mean, of course she will, why wouldn't she!" He hurries to say but the damage has been done and her friends can see it on her face.

"What if she doesn't?" Luz worries her bottom lip between her teeth as she gazes at the flower in her hand. “What if she thinks it’s weird and doesn’t want to talk to me anymore?” 

"Luz"

She looks up as Willow takes hold of both her shoulders and stairs her dead in the eye.

"It's going to be fine. You got this," Willow says it was such unwavering confidence that Luz can't help but believe her.

"Right… right!" She nods sharply. "I got this!"

"You can do it!" Gus agrees, throwing up a fist.

"Thanks, guys…" She smiles, and the two wrap themselves around her in a tight hug. "I better get going." They let her go and she steps back.

"Good Luck!" They call as she turns and takes off running back toward the owl house. 

She's ready, or as ready as she's ever going to be.

She gets home and runs straight for the shower, giving Eda and Lilith a quick hello

She's going to sweep Amity Blight off her feet!

[random-writes-blog]

What you are chapter 2

tw: Biblical references, vore Mention, questionable (not unsymp) Virgil

Remus woke up in a room he didn't know, but his memories returned to him quickly. The screaming, the crying, Patton comforting him. His stomach moaned at him in irritation. He probably missed dinner...

"DECEIT!" Oh shit, he promised he'd make it back by morning! His shout was loud enough to be noticed by Patton who knocked on the door.

“Remus, sweetie? Are you okay?" His voice was like lace, soft, and gently tickling at his skin. Filled with a genuine concern that, if he were being honest, unnerved him.

"YEAH, I'M ALRIGHT!" He shouted at the door, "Just changing." The lie made Remus realizes he probably should do that. He moved to change into new clothes, and looked to see what the Lights had to offer him.

The dramatic outfit was just Roman's dyed a tasteful grayish with a grass-green sash. And the casual outfit didn't have a hint of sexual appeal or even an uncensored curse word! Some were slightly edgy, one with a cartoon zombie eating someone's brains was almost there, but none of them hit the mark for things he would wear. He sniffed them and found they smelled like sweet lavender. Disgusting.

"Don't take too long kiddo or your breakfast will get cold!"

He sniffed his own shirt, his own odor hadn't completely masked the usual trash smell. He'd be fine- wait breakfast?! He cracked open the door, "I'm really not that hungry and I really should be getting back home to Deceit and Rage, who I'm sure are PISSED about me being gone."

Patton looked up at him with big, sad eyes, "But I worked so hard on it! It was made from scratch with all my love!"

Remus looked away, fuck this is hard, he'd never really turned anyone down for anything. It was strange being on this side of the situation, but he knew he had to do it. "Being here, it's been great, really, like a thousand orgasms into Keanu Reeves kind of great, but I really have to go." Patton looked like he was on the brink of tears and Remus could feel guilt welling up in his chest. Fuck, "Since you worked so hard on those pancakes, maybe you could make a doggie bag for me to bring back?"

Patton immediately perked up, "Are you done changing?"

Remus looked himself over one last time, making sure he didn't forget anything before saying yes. Shirt, pants, panties, 10 slap bracelets, kazoo, everything was there. "Yes."

"I can't just leave without seeing your face a one more time, come to the kitchen with me?"

Remus hesitated, it wouldn't take that long to get to the kitchen right? It wasn't like he was staying there to eat, it wouldn't hurt to just walk down to the kitchen with him. His stomach twisted and ached and he wasn't sure whether it was because of his hunger or a general sense of unease. He opened the door and stepped out, "Sounds like a plan!"

Patton's face scrunched up when he saw Remus's full body, "Oh."

Remus huffed, "You're making that face."

"What face? I'm not making a face!"

Remus rolled his eyes, "You lie more often then Deceit, that's your, 'Remus stop telling Thomas to kill his family!' Face." he wrapped his arms around himself, "The face you make when I'm doing something wrong."

Patton put his hands on Remus's shoulder, rubbing it gently, "Why are you still wearing your old clothes? Don't you like what I made for you?"

Remus hesitated, the truth would hurt Patton's feelings, he blinked at his own thought. Since when had he cared about hurting anyone's feelings? "They look like elephant crap and smell like it too! "

Patton looked away from him, "It took me a long time to come up with something I thought you might like you know.

Well now he felt bad, shit. "Sorry I just-"

Patton shook his head, "No, no it's fine, just crushed my self-esteam why don't you!" He gave a small laugh, " Why did I even bother with any of this. "

Remus felt his stomach drop, here Patton was trying his best to try to make him feel comfortable back in the light. And he was so dedicated to his own thoughts and feelings that he wasn't even giving him a real chance. "I can change if you'd prefer it." His voice was soft and gentle, like he was talking to a child, even though Patton was older than him.

Patton looked at him with the biggest grin, "You would?"

He starts moving back towards the door to the room Patton had made for him and picks up the zombie shirt. He wonders if he could put a few choice holes into the jeans, he grins and rocks slightly thinking about cutting them near the croach area. Or, he giggled to himself, is it ass out Wednesday yet? Or better yet both! He remembered though, how utterly devstated Patton was just from saying he didn't like the clothes. If he outright changed them?

He ignored the gentle buzz of his hands, it's alright babies. You'll be able to do something soon enough. He knew he'd have to let out a lot of steam back on his side of the imagination after this to stop himself from feeling miserable, but it was just another few minutes.

The look on Patton's face when he leaves his room, the ohhs and ahhs and cheering are enough to convince him that this was indeed worth the slight aesthetic change as they walked into the kitchen together.

Logan sat at the breakfast table reading a newspaper, in front of him a steaming hot pancake with a small slab of butter melted on it. Virgil sat to his left, his leg shaking slightly with a similar breakfast though slathered with syrup and Roman sat to his across from Logan, druming his fingers on the table and humming to himself boredly. There were two empty seats with plates, one next to Roman and one at the head of the table.

"Hi everyone! So, the surprise actually didn't go as planned," Patton said , he played with his fingers as the other three stared at him and Remus. Remus posed, sticking out his tongue, "take a picture it'll last longer."

Virgil was the first one to speak, "What's /he/ doing here?"

Patton sighed, "I thought it'd be nice to have a family dinner together -"

Virgil growled, "He is NOT a part of the family."

Remus giggled and blew a kiss, " Love you too Virge. "Virgil looked 5 seconds from choking him.

Roman stood up challanging Virgil, "Even if he's not your family he sure as hell is mine! "He gave Remus a warm, princely smile, "and I'm glad to have him with us."

Logan adjusted his glasses, "I will say this was a surprise, Virgil had made 3 unexpected appearences in Thomas's life before you even considered bringing him to family breakfast. ( Virgil balled and unballed his hands into fists) And even then you made sure to discuss the idea with us and him before hand-"

"It doesn't matter anyway, because Remus said he has better things to do and better people to be around then us." Patton said, his tone remained chipper but there was an edge to it and the general words he was saying made Rem us bristle a bit. face

Roman looked crestfallen when he heard that, his eyes lowering and his smile fading, the exact opposite of Virgil's satisfied triumphic smirk. Logan's face was different then both, curious, analytical.

"I didn't mean it like that! Shitpoopyshitshit FUCK!" His head was summing as he searched for how to explai what was actually going on, " Better words stop hiding like a mouse in a burrow 5 seconds from being VORED by a snake " (Virgil pushed his food away at that, seeming to lose his apphetite.) "- wait snake, DECEIT! Yes, Deceit's probably lonely all alone accept for Rage of course but he barely leaves his room except to eat so yeah, I have to go back!" He was panting by the end of his speal.

Only for it to be immediately dismissed.

"Either way he's decided not to join us for family dinner." Patton started putting the pancake into a heated plastic bag.

Logan shrugged, "His reasons are understandable and I believe it was too early in our relationship to do this anyway. Perhaps next time we could make a proper schedual to arrange things in a way that makes everyone comfortable." Remus had never loved the nerd more for existing.

"Logan, I'm surprised that you for not being willing to accept Remus if he did decide to eat with us!"

"Reschedualing for the sake of making sure everyone's aware, feels secure," he nods at Virgil who was looking more and more anxious by the second , "and has the time is far from being unwilling to accept Remus and I don't appreciate how you figuratively minced my words to draw that faulty conclusion."

"What would it look like to literally mince someone's words?" Remus mused. He nudged Roman, "Hey, hey Ro, Ro, say something so I can try-"

" ENOUGH! " Virgil sounded his voice compounding on itself, powerful enough to shake the plates. His breathing is shallow, "All I wanted was a nice CALM breakfast and now everyone's fighting because of YOU!" He pointed at Remus , "Just -Just get out, go back to where you belong and stay AWAY FROM US!"

The room was silent.

Patton handed the bag to Remus.

Remus sunk out.

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[yandere-society]

Can you do an idol!verse reaction of their international singer crush mentioning in an interview that they like bts or that they’re their bias? For Namjoon, Yoongi, and Jimin please. Thank you in advance!💜

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Trigger warning: yandere themes, physical violence, unhealthy obsession, and member violence. Please read with caution. 

Yoongi

“Yoongi!” called his manager as said idol hunched over his piano, his fingers playing away and eyes closed in a tranquil state. Despite the call of his name, Yoongi paid the man no attention, continuing to play Fantaisie-Impromptu Op. 66. 

His manager huffed, walking over and tapping the idol’s shoulder, agitating the pianist who just glared at him while his hands stopped moving, moody. 

“What?” He spat out roughly, clearly not interested or caring for whatever his manager intended to say to him. His manager sighed at the disrespect, letting it slide this once because of the info he had that would have the idol in his debt. Yoongi softly played a few more piano keys, raising his hand up to pick another note, only to come to a rigid halt as the next words slipped out of his manager’s lips. 

“You like Y/N L/N, right?” He spoke quickly, immediately earning Yoongi’s attention as his eyes shot open, wide awake and his head snapped up to stare into the manager’s eyes. “I’ll take that as a yes then.” 

Yoongi slowly stood up from the piano chair, far more interested in where this conversation was going, and why you were even being mentioned to him. His manager slowly handed his phone over to Yoongi, a clip already loaded into YouTube as Yoongi watched it. 

“So, Y/N, are there are groups you like or want to collaborate with?” The interviewer had asked into his mic, question cards in his lap. 

“Of course!” You had chirped, Yoongi’s heart slowly increasing in pace, his ears picking up the tune of your voice and how smooth it always seemed to sound. He was mesmerized with your casual outfit, an oversized shirt and ripped jeans that seemed to make a parallel with what he always wore. “I really want to work with BTS. I love their music so much! I really like their rapper Yoong- I mean, Suga, hehe. He’s really my type too. Ahh, but they’re really popular so I mean-” You laughed nervously afterward, the video turning to black.  

Yoongi could barely keep his feet standing as he seemed to stumble backward, hand catching himself on his desk as he stared in a trance. Y/n likes… Y/n likes me…? I’m Y/n’s type? 

“So…” his manager coughed purposely, grabbing the idol’s attention as Yoongi quickly handed back the phone in an embarrassed manner. His face was red, mouth open and breath slightly faster. He could hear his heart thumping into his chest and his legs giving out for the second time. “What’s your thoughts?” 

“Collaboration immediately,” Yoongi ordered, dead serious with his tone and gaze. “I want y/n in my studio immediately too.” His manager gave a slight nod, letting himself out and closing the door, lock sounding. 

“If I’m y/n’s type…” Yoongi murmured to himself. “And if I like y/n, then… then, our feelings are mutual and I-”

“I can make y/n mine…”

Namjoon

Click Click

Namjoon stood in front of several cameras, giving his best poses as he smiled brightly, dimples always showing before the flashes went off. It went on for an hour, the idol finally sitting down in a groan and having time to relax. 

He scrolled through Twitter on his phone, internally laughing at some of the ridiculous tweets as well as memes, always amused how his fans seemed to make the best content. 

Tapping on the home icon, his feed refreshed, loading more content to consume, but before he zoomed past the top tweets, his eye caught a video of you, your face apparent in an interview-like video. Namjoon looked confusingly at his phone, wondering why you appeared on his feed when he wasn’t even on his private account, but the main twitter handle for the band.

He popped in his airpods, playing the video and staring intently, knowing how you were always well-spoken and seemed to open his world up further and further. You were an endless source of information for him, always expanding his viewpoints and addressing issues that were important to you. In the end, he would be dedicated as much as you were to issues, immediately accepting your word as truth. 

“Y/n, are there any artists that you’ve been listening to recently? Anyone you want to work with in the future even if it’s unlikely?” The male interviewer asked, to which you smiled, nodding your head gracefully.

“I’ve been listening to a mixtape- actually it’s called a playlist by the artist. Anyways, that’s beside the point.” You laughed, Namjoon’s heart thumping as if wondering, “Can it be? Could it actually be my…?” 

“It’s a playlist called Mono by RM and I’ve been listening to it a lot at night after a long day of work. It makes me feel vulnerable and it’s as if the artist is holding my hand and telling me it’s okay to feel this way.” You laughed again and Namjoon almost dropped his phone onto the ground, his hand growing weak as if his phone suddenly weighed 100 kilos. 

“I wish I was popular enough or, I don’t know, respected enough? I would like to work with BTS, but then again…” You sighed afterward, but still giving a warm smile to the camera, melancholy in your eyes. Namjoon could see straight through your facade, understanding that such a possibility would never be possible. 

“Manager-nim,” Namjoon called, taking out his airpods and grabbing the attention of the male who watched over Jungkook’s shoot. Namjoon handed over his phone, showing the video and gauging the reaction. “I want to work with Y/n. Someone finally gets it.” Namjoon insisted, clutching his chest. “Mono means so much to me… From this interview, Y/n seems to be here for the music. I want to work with someone like that. Please, I would do anything. Even if I have to suffer through a hundred more terrible interviews.”

Pleading was something Kim Namjoon never did. If he ever wanted something, he always worked hard for it. But this was different. He wouldn’t be able to live with himself if he let this slip from his grip, this was his chance.

“Please… I’ve never wanted something so badly in my life.” 

Jimin

Jimin was squealing like a child, his phone in his hand as he sprinted around the BigHit office and into the dance studio, interrupting the other members who were practicing diligently in the mirror. 

“Guys, guys!” Jimin called excitedly, shoving his phone into each face of his members. “Y/n wants to work with us, mostly me though!” The members looked at him nervously, giving a small and timid nod, knowing how Jimin could get if the wrong words were spoken. The last time it happened, Taehyung was crying terribly, Jimin strangling him in the dorms. 

It was only a small joke that would’ve really been brushed off, but Jimin took it seriously, growing angry at the younger for disrespecting one of his favorite artists. Taehyung got startled by the slightly older’s searing rampage, deflecting the insults thrown at him, to which Jimin grabbed him. 

It wasn’t until the other boys interfered that Jimin calmed down. But they all knew not to mess with him and you. Anything said about you must be met with immediate positives, if not, they would face Jimin’s wrath. 

Taehyung seemed to shuffle in the back of the room, turning the other way and trying to have no part in the conversation. Namjoon and Hoseok quickly caught the growing tension in the room, immediately chiming in. 

“Go ask the manager,” Namjoon spoke softly to which Hoseok added. “We don’t have a problem with it anyways. Just get approval.” 

Jimin smiled brightly, running out of the room again to which all the boys sighed in relief, a storm had passed without anyone getting hurt. Jimin hummed to himself as he skipped, hopped, and jumped around the building, calling out for the manager. 

“Manager!” Jimin called, running up to the male and immediately spitting out bucket loads of words to which flustered the manager. Jimin noticed the manager’s initial confusion, growing upset. “Manager!” He pouted, crossing his arms. “I said I want to work with Y/n. Y/n told me that we should work together! Make that happen!” 

“Ohh~” The manager understood, clapping his hands together and smiling, which immediately brightened up Jimin’s demeanor. “Okay, I’ll get into contact with them for you.” As the manager turned to leave, Jimin stopped him by holding onto his shoulder. 

“No, manager,” Jimin spoke, his grip only tightening. “I meant, a vlive, to which I announce the collaboration.” 

“J-jimin…” His manager whispered in a hush voice. “We can’t do that without the other side’s approval from Y/n’s agencyfirst.” 

With a flash of rage, Jimin screamed, pushing his manager hard into the wall. “What do you mean approval?! Y/n told ME! If Y/n wants to work with me, then approval from the agency shouldn’t matter!” 

“I u-understand that Jimin, but it’s basic procedu-”

“You clearly don’t understand.” Jimin seethed, grabbing hold of the man by the neck and pushing him into a secluded corner. “Do things have to get ugly or are you going to listen to me, manager-nim?”  

[huntsman-ash]

RWBY LiveThoughts: Episodes 8 and 9

So I missed last weeks episode since I got busy with stuff (school mostly, basic bitch busy day and all) so here’s two for one.

Gotta say, Im interested to see where this is going...

So something I missed the last few episodes; the final shot of the opening has the words “happily ever after” turn into “happy never again”, which I am both trepitided by and also intruged.

Cut to the jail cell AGAIN...Schnee’s looking a bit ansty. Boi probably thought he was getting out sooner. Suck it mate, your lawyers are DEAD.

Convinent blast of fire is convinenet...knocks out the cell doors and punches a hole but thats it. My money’s on Cinder

Qrow becomes bird on reaction. Makes sense really. 

Two fade to blacks in less than 2 minutes? Come on RT...

Ohhh its Nora waking up. So does that mean Robyn’s dead? I doubt it, but that drama spike is def a thing.

IV tech in Atlas is almost the same as our world. Interesting.

Whitley A poses like a god. 

Looks like Penny’s back snapped. Or something...maybe a coolant pipe or something similar.  And the return of British Klein.

And there goes the power. Probably a Grimm getting smashed into it during a fight...or they left it unguarded. Either or. Lot of explosions, either way...

Bombing run...has Atlas gone to area denial now?

...ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME?! THOSE FUCKING FLYING JELLYFISH GRIMM CAN MELEE AIRSHIPS?! Can we just...how in the... (LONG SUFFERING SIGH OF MILTIARY FAN) Not...going to comment. MOVING ON.

Honestly that animation seems oddly...flat. Like they just did the bare minimum...the ship breaks cleanly too. ~12 or so bits in between its nose and tail section. Kinda reminds me of how the UNSC Savannah blows up after suffering a reactor breach in Halo Reach’s “Long Night of Solace” mission.

Yes, its too much Ruby. ITS WAR. Huntsmen and Atlas were not ready for it. Never have been. Welcome to the bloody grim fable.

Oh hi Willow, where did you come from. Also, vodka.  Wait. Generator near the-Oh, I bet I know where THIS is going...fuckin Five Nights style shit at this. Slash Jurrassic Park...

Whitley showing the first signs of being human...utilizing Atlas cargoships for evac. Nice. 

Shit, the storms spread across all of Atlas. How the hell are they gonna get out through that? Also DEF getting fuckin’ Jurrasic Park vibes here. 

Why does a power startup sequence take so long...

Oh so they can talk. Also Blake says “as a girl”. Soooo what, she thinks shes older than RWBY mentally? I mean maybe she is (she did kill a man) but whos counting?

Ladybug fans getting FED right now.

Hehe, the houses CANDLES are fed by the main power. How quaint.

YEP. Knew shit was gonna hit the fan. CONTACT. Hound

The chess set seems to have black loosing. Wonder if that means anything. Or if its just random.

Yep its the Hound. Knew it.

DID IT JUST ONESHOT RUBY’S AURA?! THE FUCK RT WHAT HAPPENED TO THAT BEING RESILIANT?!

Oh its trying to kidnap her. Also those wings just EXPLODED out of it. Must have learned from last time. No weird screaming noises.

DAMN THOUGH WEISS’S MOM GOT THAT CAKE! THICC SCHNEE ASS

WOOPS. No more booze for you Mrs Schnee

And Pennys back up and SHES NOT PLEASED.

Also I like how completely dead and robotic Penny is while hacked. It amuses me. Unfortunatly for Watts hacking something with MAIDEN POWERS doesnt seem to work too well. SURPRISE.

Oh and of course its got backup, DISRUPTING WEISS’S SUMMONING AGAIN

Ha, it thought Ruby was Penny. Lul. Makes sense, young girl, whatever.

Oh look, a Hydralisk. Or, Salems horrible attempt at making a Hydralisk. 

Hacking denied BY THE POWER OF BUTCH LESBIANS!

Willow having a panic attack, doesnt really surprise me. Then again she IS a Huntress, or was, maybe she’ll get over it.

Chandelier. Phantom of the Opera time?

Unsurprising twist is unsurprising...makes sense Whitley would get covered in that green shit.

Further proof to my theory the Hound is eyeless

And Willow doing her fucking job. NICE.

I know I should be worried for them while running but again, THAT SCHNEE ASS THOUGH GOOD LORD.

These bigger Grimm are getting smarter. They’re learning how to handle CQC. 

Target DOWN. Sadly, did not explode into showers of acid when Ruby cut it down.

Okay that was pretty cool with the arm. Always was a fan of “useless limbs only for smashing”.  Ah THERES the Silver Eyes. PROBABLY SHOULDNT HAVE TAKEN HER ROBOT WIFE PRISONER BIIITCCH.

Penny is just getting ALL KINDS of fucked up rn.

WELL THEN. The Hounds not ACTUALLY a Grimm. Just a parasite on a host. Salem couldnt get them smart enough by themselves (to no ones surprise, they’re completely SHIT in terms of actual lethality) so she steals a...faunus of some kind looks like. And just makes him wear a Grimm suit. Useful. Good to know.

Also this episode has been making excessive use of sweat drops. Did they get that figured out or what

HA! Grimm dont handle physics well do they!

The Grimm arm that results looks like Cinders. Intentional, Im compleretly sure. Also the fact theres bone underneath proves to me more what I thought. Its just a host. 

How...UNIMPRESSIVE.

However the fact that the bones have TWISTED and resulted in the Hounds form is...interesting. Unless those were there first (and they seem to be as they last past the Hound vanishing)...was that a secondary feature? He had the ears...

We’ll probably never know.

Ah so it WAS Cinder breaking in. To get Watts most likely.

Kinda feel bad for these three troopers. Shoulda brought shotguns, boi.

Fucking moron with a rocket launcher. WHY is he firing this thing INSIDE? Against a humanoid target? Though it is nice to know that Atlas does in fact have rocket launchers.

And now, Episode 9

...wow, way to start us off. Field littered with dead Atlas troopers. Yeah MAYBE IF YOU HAD SOME DEFENSIVE POSITIONS buddy...least they still got fire from the Paladins.

You know this kinda feels like an Imperial Guard moment. Point made, RT.

Also those Mantas peeled off without DOING anything. Least you could do is drop some ordinance...

Wait I t hink they did...also, for about 2 seconds you can see the silverfish Grimm that won that contest.

Alright, so RJY is inside the whale now. Good. 

Good question Yang. Probably cause you dont really have any other options?

I feel like Jaunes hair has become less plant-like and more realistic.

New fairy tale; The Girl who Fell Through The World. Interesting. Wonder if thats in the book somewhere.

So hes got access to magic but it makes them fuse faster. Alright, cool. Nice limitation.

...my god. Trenches. Standing formation. HUNTERS IN ARMOR?!

Its...its beautiful. Its everything Ive ever wanted! Seriously you HAVE to see this.

Just look at it. The lights, the Mantas in he background, the fact that FNKI is there and WEARING ARMOR!  Neon in her skates with weapon at the ready, everyone else standing firm, winter Walking the trench line like shes fucking Commissar Vale...

Its. Just. SO. GOOD.

And then they rush to glorious battle moments later. OH YES PLEASE

“Right now, just kill Grimm.” PERFECT

Hazel short-walking amuses me to no end.

Hazel has “II” in roman numerals on his arm band. I doubt it means anything but its funny

Spontanious Emerald is spontanious. And convinenent. 

Glowy blue titty woman yeahhhhhh

And there goes Hazel with his change of heart. Been good knowing you pal...I can guess where THIS is going.

Oscar is distracted by the big glowy milkys.

Also; Neo can...thats most interesting. Fully camoflauged. USEFUL. And of course you can see her ass for ONE SECOND and I bet the FANDOMS HAVING FUN WITH THAT

If Yang wasnt afraid right now I’d be very surprised.

Random floating Seer as well.

MAN THERE IS JUST TOO MUCH FUCKING CONVENIENCE GOING ON RIGHT NOW LIKE

I get it.  Nice to see things not going according to plan for Salem exactly but 

Ehh.

Hahaha. Juan. Bro doesnt even remember Jaunes name.  Also that short section of fight is magnificent. This is what I have always imagined the HKs being like.

CLEVER. Nice work Emerald.

Also uhhh...dont need no semblance ot see THAT Ren, she got that confused scared face right on there.

Tsundere Emerald continues

Also, the fact that all the troops stand in line around the bomb when it arrives amuses me. Like, yes, we must worship this tool of horror we have created.

Timer...ohhhhh thats gonna end poorly. WHY AM I GETTING SHADES OF LONG NIGHT OF SOLACE AGAIN?

Did Salem straight up make a door right through the wall? With a perfectly good one behind her? God damn.

Also on that subject uhhhhh off the walls guys, not to hard. Landing strats right?

OH NO WAIT FIGHT TIME.

Magic still doesnt seem impressive to me. Just...mildly forceful. Yeah it whacked Jaune and Ren off their feet but

Still. No 40k psyker is she.

Ohh ho. OH THATS NICE

Also Yang punched her titty. That is hilarious to me.

 BREAK, BITCH! SUFFER AND SHATTER!  In the words of the Chaplain Grimaldus; “BURN HERETIC!”

Addit; First time we see her regeneration. Seems its literally anything, she pulls herself back together using Grimm bits. Obviously shes not fully human considering that blast Yang hit her with should have liquified her organs. Makes SENSE of course.

Okay, magic seems to kinda work, she didnt like that much.

I paused at the perfect time and Yangs ass is riiigghhhttt at Oscars crotch more or less. Unintentional I know but its funny to me.

Also those sigils...like Weiss’s glyphs perhaps?

Huh. Two kinds of magic. The bright sunshiny ranbow one she used to hit Ren and Jaune, and now this void looking shadowy stuff.  So...two kinds perhaps? Creation and Destruction or...light and dark maybe is more accurate.  Makes SENSE, shes studied in both and uses both. All aspects.

Okay NOW Im seeing why RT got Jen Taylor to do Salem. We jussttt had to wait to the point she got mad enough to really start showing off.

Also Salem seems oddly unconvinced about Summer.

Awww, Emeralds crying. HOW PATHETIC

Someones gotta distract her...well this works. Again, RIP Hazel, you were pretty cool.

Homie goin ALL out on this. YEAH!

Okay, magic seems to be both, she has the void walker balls shooting rainbow light...

I like how casually Salem takes it. Seeing that Grimm ichor splatter was REAL nice though

IMMOLATIOIN OH YESSSS

Good, SHE DOES BURN!

Awwww. And it ends there. Of course it does.

Well hey maybe hes NOT dead. Albiet that looked like him passing out/getting strangled so who knows. Good news; Salem burns just like anyone else. If it feels pain you can kill it

And thats this weeks!

[wildflowergrant]

jealous 

pairing: ethan dolan x reader, platonic!kyle x reader

A/n: Ok but this kind made me swerve to kyle’s lane whoops (pls send in more lol) also sorry in advance cuz this is unedited 😬

You were always closer to Ethan than Grayson, mostly because you liked him. A lot. Maybe a bit too much. Your feelings came up to you here and there when you were teens, and you even broke up with your ex boyfriend because he told you that he doesn’t want you hanging out with Ethan anymore. But now, you can’t control it.

Now, you moved into LA with the twins from the money you made from creating videos on YouTube. You always had them on your daily vlogs and your fans always shipped you and Ethan, which encouraged your feelings for him to get stronger.

But all of that was crushed when you walked into his room and he was fixing his hair. You sat on his bed while he was looking in the mirror.

“Where are you going?” He looked at you through the mirror and smiled a bit.

“I have a date.” You could feel your heart stop and crack in half.

Even though you had heartache, you still tried to play it cool. “Really? With who?”

“Do you remember Miranda? You’ve met her before.”

“Oh, yeah that’s right. You guys hit it off well.” You hates that she was nice. If she wasn’t then you would’ve been more mad, but she didn’t do anything wrong. Ethan walked over to his closet and put on his perfume.

“Ok, I’m gonna head out now.” You walked him out and watched as he drove away and you waved each other goodbye. Once you got inside, you sighed loudly, not realizing that you were holding your breath. And definitely not realizing Kyle smirking at you from the couch.

“Tough love?” You gave him a saddened expression and went to sit next to him.

You put your head in your hands. “I don’t even know, Kyle. I thought that he liked me back.”

He put his arms over your shoulder and rubbed your back. “Hey, Y/n. If he doesn’t see how gorgeous you are, then he’s not worth it. You deserve better than this.” Your head went up and you turned around to hug him.

“Thank you so much. And I’m sorry that I don’t like you back.” He told you many times how much he likes you, and you always feel bad when you don’t feel that same way. The last time he told you was a week ago and you didn’t really respond nicely to him.

“It’s ok, Y/n. You can’t force yourself to love someone. And your heart belongs to Ethan, I get it.” You two pulled away from each other and he smirked at you. “But it wouldn’t hurt to show him what he’s missing.”

“What do you mean.”

“We could do couple-ey things you know? Like go out and eat, be a little more affectionate.”

You took a second to process. “Ohh ok. But purely platonic, right?”

He nodded his head. “Of course. You set boundaries, and I won’t go over them.”

“And this is ok with you?” He nodded again. “Ok, I don’t see why not.” Ethan is already going out with someone else, he wouldn’t be mad about you two.

“Great.  Well, we can start by going out to eat because I’m starving.” 

“Ok, let me just put on something other than pj shorts.”  You quickly put on leggings and a hoodie and headed outside with Kyle.

You guys went to In n Out and sat down when you guys waited for your order.  You two sat close to each other- maybe a little too close- talking about anything.  And what you guys didn’t notice was a group of girls looking over at you and taking pictures of you.

When your order was called out, he offered to get the food while you were sitting down waiting.  You got a text from Ethan, asking if you wanted to hang out.

Y/n: Aren’t you on a date?

Ethan: Yeah, but I’m talking about after my date

Y/n:

Which is when?

Ethan:

idk

Y/n:

well I'm kinda hanging out with Kyle tonight

read 10:33

It took him about five minutes to reply.

Ethan:

K

You rolled your eyes and looked up to see Kyle holding a tray of food and two cups of soda.  A smiled appeared on your face and you got the drinks and set up the food.  He sat next to you and put his hands around your shoulder while eating the fries.

“He text me.” You saw his fist tighten up for a second but he let go.

“What did he say?” You shrugged and finished eating. “He asked me to hang out after, but he’s still on his date.”  

“Why would he text you when he’s on a date still?” “I don’t know.  But I just told him that I’m hanging out with you tonight.”

You two kept on eating and when you were finished, you headed back to his car.  You told him didn’t want to go back home yet, so he said that he would take the long way home.

There was loud music that yo were singing along to and he was laughing so hard you thought that he was going to swerve.  He lowered the music and went on to talk.

“Hey, do you want to have a movie night?” Your eyes widened and excitement filled your body. “Oh my god yeah.  Wait, pull over we need too get snacks.” He laughed and pulled into the Ralph’s parking lot.

“Ok, you get the microwave popcorn and I’ll get the drinks.” He nodded and let go of your hand.

When you were walking down the aisle you heard someone gasp beside you.

“Oh my god, I love your videos so much.”  You immediately smiled.

“Thank  you! You’re too cute.” You can tell she was a bit nervous, so you tried to calm her down a bit.  “Do you want to take a picture?”  She nodded her head and gave her phone to her mom.  You two posed and she looks a few photos.

After that, her nerves were gone and she asked you “So, what are you doing?”

“Oh, I’m just having a movie night with my friend, considering all the candy I have.” You held up the candy but you put it down when you felt a hand gently go on the small of your back.

“Hey, I’m back.”  You turned around and saw Kyle looking down at you with a box of popcorn on his other hand.

You looked back at her and you saw her eyes go between you, Kyle, and the hand on your back.You could already hear the ‘that should be Ethan’ coming from her eyes.

“Well, we got to go and pay for these things.  It was nice meeting you!” “You too!”  You two turned to her and started walking but you didn’t see her take a photo of you and Kyle with his arm around your shoulders.

After a few minutes of driving you guys were finally home and cooked all the popcorn and you set up the candy on the coffee table.  When you guys decided what movie to play, you put your head on his shoulder and he has his arm wrapped around you.  You noticed that he likes putting his arms around you, so you took a mental note on that.

“Hey Kyle?”

“Hm?”

“Thank you.  I really had a fun time today.  Really.  It’s nice hanging out with someone without thinking if you should stay friends or if you really want to tell them how you feel.” “Same.  I’m glad that we’re doing this.  And I thought that I wouldn’t like it considering I liked you, but I actually like being your friend rather than.. you know.” While the credits rolled and most of the candy was finished, you fell asleep on him, and he wasn’t complaining, so he fell asleep on the couch too.

Ethan came back in the house expecting you to still be awake and waiting for him so that you two can go on a late night ride, but his hopes were crushed when he saw you sleeping on the couch, head rested on Kyle and his arms around you.  

It’s like a huge truck hit him right there. He was jealous of Kyle. He wanted to be in Kyle’s position, but he’s not, so he quickly went to his room to go to sleep.

And this went on for weeks. He decided to stay with Miranda, even though he wanted Y/n. But she seems to be busy with him.

Some fans. Ok, well all of the fans saw this too. The picture of you and Kyle that the fan took in the grocery store went viral and there were mixed reactions to it. Some liked you two together and even made a ship name while others still wanted you to be with Ethan. And Ethan saw a lot of them. He was tagged in almost every pic that people took of them hanging out and being way too close on his opinion.

Even in the first week, you were hanging out with Kyle a lot more than Ethan. Almost as if he replaced him.

One night, he heard your giggling and his laughs from across the halls and he couldn’t help but look and make sure nothing was happening.

Ethan tried to play it cool and act as if he was going to get a cup of water. He peeked through your door and saw that you two were on the bed, looking at some video. Nothing bad. Until he saw that arm wrapped around you. His blood was slowly boiling and he wanted to rip that arm off of him. A bit violent, but he really wanted to.

The next morning, he saw that you posted a new picture. When he went to you account and saw you and Kyle together. He didn’t want to look at it, but the little voice in his head told him to look. He tapped on the picture it showed you slightly leaning on a sink with a huge hoodie, hair up, and you had a green face mask on. Right behind you was Kyle and he had his hair tied with one of your scrunchies and he had the same green face mask on. When Ethan looked closer, he could see his other arm on her waist.

After a few hours, he was on his explore page and he saw thousands of the same pictures. And again, that little voice told him to look at them. All of them. He wasn’t much for going on Instagram for a long time, but he made an exception. He read all the captions and the were a lot of people freaking out.

“Oh my god guys look at his hand.”

“Ok but why do I kind of ship them together now.”

“Ugh this is literal relationship goals.”

“It’s so cute how he has one of her scrunchies in his hair.”

And one after another, they got worse.

“Ok I prefer her to be with Kyle than Ethan.”

“Ethan who?”

“Looks like Ethan was replaced.”

“Guys she’s wearing his hoodie isn’t that cute.”

That one killed him. A knife right to his heart. He swiped to see a pic of Kyle in the same hoodie you were wearing in your post.  Ethan was so upset that you were letting this happen.  Usually you would only let Ethan be close to you like that, but Kyle?  That was unheard of.  Of course, you two were good friends and he would help film for some of you videos, but nothing other than that.

He decided that he shouldn’t  dwell too much on it, and that it would go away soon.  And although it was horrible of him to do that, he kept on dating Miranda to keep his mind off of things.

The next day, you were going out with your friends to eat out and shop, while Grayson told him t come with him for brunch.  He woke up to an empty house and got ready to meet Gray at their usual breakfast spot.  When he got there, he was greeted by the last person he wanted to meet.  Kyle.

“Hey, E what’s up?”  He glared at him and stayed silent.  Kyle  followed him to show where they were sitting.  

Throughout the whole entire time, it was just Kyle and Grayson talking with Ethan giving them the silent treatment and making annoyed sounds every now and then.

“So, Kyle.  What’s up with you and Y/n?”  Ethan tensed up and his heart ached.  He looked over at Kyle and he had a smirk on his face that he just wanted to wipe off.  

“What do you mean? There’s nothing between us.  Just friends, man.”  Gray gave him the ‘ok sure’ look.  “I swear, dude! She’s just my friend.  That’s it.”

“Well, that’s not what I see.” Ethan couldn’t keep it in, but he couldn’t just storm out without getting at least a hundred questions.  “I mean, you guys hang out so much and there’s so much flirting.  And don’t get me started with those instagram posts shipping you two together.”

Kyle just smiled, shook his head, and looked down to eat another piece of his toast.  Ethan’s fist were balled up under the table and his face was slowly turning red.  Gray looked at him with a concerned look and spoke trough the food in his mouth. “E, you good?”  Although it was so nasty looking at his food in his mouth, he didn’t car at this point.

“Yeah.  I’m fine.  I just don't feel that well.” He nodded and smiled.

“Well, don't go too close to Kyle, or else he’s going to kiss Y/n and get her sick too.” He laughed and Kyle just laughed it off.  Ethan just brought out an awkward laugh and pulled out his phone.   He never told anybody of his long time crush on you.  Even Grayson, which was probably a mistake considering his dilemma right now.  He was too shy to do anything about it and too embarrassed to tell Gray, since he always saw you “as a sister”.  

Now, he was paying for it.  He couldn’t stand the nonstop jokes coming from Grayson and he hated how Kyle didn’t get mad at any of that.  Then, all of his pent up anger got out after the last comment that Gray made.

“Hey, stop denying it.  I hear those little laughs coming from the bed and some nights I even hear the bed squeaking.”  He started to imitate sounds of a bed creaking back and forth and Kyle started laughing.

Ethan abruptly stood up which moved the whole table.  Luckily, Grayson’s hot coffee didn’t spill on him, even though Ethan wanted it to.  With everyone looking at him, he left the cafe and started to drive off.  He still had the right mind to know that he can’t drive when he’s angry and has too much on his mind, so he tried to go home as quickly as he can.

He parked his jeep and went straight to his bedroom.  He plopped himself on the bed and screamed into his pillow to try and release some of his stress.

The door opened and he stopped screaming and stayed still.  When Ethan heard footsteps coming at his door he immediately prayed that it wouldn’t be Gray asking him what the hell that was in the cafe.

But he heard soft knocks and he already knew that it was you.

“E? Are you ok? I heard you screaming from outside.”  You put your bags on the floor. He felt the bed dip and he almost wanted to cry from hearing your voice.  Even though it wasn’t a long time, you two sort of ignored each other after you started to hang out with Kyle and when he started to date Miranda, which she also just broke up with him anyways.

“It’s nothing, Y/n.  I’m fine don’t worry.  You can go now.” You sighed and laid down next to him.

“I won’t leave until you tell me what’s going on.  You’ve been ignoring me forever.”

“I haven’t been ignoring you forever.” “You know what I mean. And you don’t tell me anything anymore.  I didn’t even know that you and Miranda stopped dating until yesterday when Gray told me.”

Ethan let out an annoyed sigh, which you tried to ignore.  “Well, it’s not like nobody is keeping you company.  Seems like you’re busy with Kyle to be hanging out with me.”

“What do you mean?”  His emotions were getting the best of him.  He knew that he should stop before it gets worse and breaks something, but he just needs to let everything out to you.

“Don’t play dumb, Y/n.  You guys have been together 24/7 and he’s been flirting with you the whole time.” He glared at you and your head tilted. 

Sure, at first you guys did it so that it would get on Ethan’s nerves, but after a while, you guys just acted like that out of habit.  It was the touchy friendship and that was it.

“Kyle and I are just friends.  Nothing more, Ethan.”  You put your hand on his shoulder.

“Well, you seem more than just friends.” He stood up and your hand fell onto the mattress.  He started pacing around, and breathing loudly, which you knew was a bad sign.  You knew that you had to choose your words carefully before he explodes.

“Ethan, you don’t even know for a fact that Kyle and I are dating.  Because we’re not.”  He glared at you and narrowed his eyes.

“Oh really?  Are you sure?  That’s not what everybody else sees.  Even fucking Grayson thinks that you guys are a thing.  I mean, come on, Y/n open your eyes.”  His voice was getting louder and louder after every word.

You put your head in your hands and mumbled out “E.. Why are you so pressed about this?”

His brain wasn’t working at that moment.  Half of him said that he needs to contain himself because he’s starting to be too much for her.  You were crying for god’s sake.  But the other half just told him to let it out.  He’s been holding those emotions in for so long.

Ethan’s fist clenched and his face was red and his jaw was clenched.  He saw the position you were in but proceeded to shout.  “BECAUSE I LOVE YOU, OK?”  You flinched at the tone and volume of his voice.  You lifted your head and your mouth was wide open and eyes wide.

Ethan on the other hand, felt like he just deflated.  His emotions were everywhere and mixed around.  He was sad yet angry.

Tears started to brim his eyes. “Y/n.  We’re more than friends and you fucking know it.”  You looked down, not being able to look at him as you nod.  “But now, I’m having second thoughts because of him.” He spat out.

After a few minutes of not replying, you felt the bed dip and looked over to see Ethan slouching on the other end of the bed.  He was hurting and it pained you to see.  You slowly crawled over to him and hugged him from behind.

Your legs were on either side of him and you laid you head on top of his shoulder and tears started to fall onto his shirt.  His breathing calmed down and after a few seconds, you softly spoke.  “I love you too, E.  So much. So so much.” You kissed his shoulder, moving up to his neck.

He moved his arms and you hugged him tighter because you were scared he was going to leave.  But you felt his huge hands cover yours and he brought it to his lips and kissed both of them.  He brought them down and pressed them onto his chest.

“I’m sorry that I hurt you.”

He tightened his grip on your hands. “I’m sorry I yelled at you.”

A few more minutes passed after forgiving each other until Ethan broke the silence. “Ok, come on.” He sat up and went to lay on the bed, leading you next to him.

“I know that you’re tired from all of this, so let’s take a nap.” He pulled you into his chest and kissed your head.

You snaked your hands around his waist and put your leg over his. “I love you, E.”

Ethan put the blanket over you guys and laid his head on top of yours. “I love you more.” He closed his eyes, falling asleep happier than ever with the fact that he has you now.

A/n: I had too much fun writing this

Requests are OPEN

[maylovexhs]

everytime - LONELY WEEKEND(Chp 13)

Author’s Note: It’s January 4th and it’s the start of world war 3. Good luck everyone and stay safe. Also, Australia is burning. 2020 is coming to kill us all. Anyways . . . Love, May.

Catch up on everytime here

*Y/N’S POV*

SLAM!

I kicked the door open. I stood in the doorway, striking a pose in my pink metallic jacket.

“How do I look?” I asked them.

“Good” Lisa said. “Just don’t kick any doors here. I don’t need to go through another lawsuit”

“Hey, in my defense, if they didn’t want the chair broken, they should have got a better chair” I told her.

“A chair?” Adam asked me. “What happen-“

“It’s a long story” I said.

“We were watching a basketball game and she lost it after her team lost” Camila said.

“And I said it was a long story” I said.

“It’s not” Adrain said.

I rolled my eyes at them. A knock was heard at the door. Camila walked over to the door and opened it. Sophia said in the doorway.

“We got your message” She said.

I walked out the door, passing Sophia. I stopped in my tracks, noticing Ezra.

“Finally you show up!” I said to him.

We hugged each other.

“Well, sorry I needed to look my best for your big night” He said.

“Yeah, my big night” I told him. “Not yours. You could have at least warned me”

“Next time” He said.

We pulled away from each other. I noticed Harry standing to the side of us. I didn’t even notice him when I walked out.

“So, what cringe-worthy stories did they tell you?” I asked him. “High school stories?”

Harry smiled, refusing to answer. He looked to my pink shiny boots. 

“I like your boots” Harry said, changing subjects. “You can walk in them, right?”

“Gareth Pugh” I told him. “And yes, these boots were made for walking”

I kicked my foot out while clutching my jacket.

“And kicking” Adam said, walking out of the dressing room. “You’re really sure you want to go out like that?”

I crossed my arms at him.

“Yes” I told him. “I like it. Why wouldn’t I go out in this?”

“It’s just that-“ Adam was about to speak but shut his mouth.

“Yeah, why not?” Harry asked him.

“No reason” Adam said, shaking his head. “You look great in it”

Harry and I looked to each other, smiling. It was a fashion thing.

I looked to Ezra. I held him by his arm, cozying up to him.

“You need to tell me all about Japan” I told him. “Every single thing”

*HARRY’S POV*

I watched as Y/N and Ezra walked off together. I smiled, entranced by how friendly they were together. She never treated me like that.

I looked to Adam. He looked like he just tasted a sour lemon.

“Was it too much pink for you?” I asked him, teasing him about Y/N’s outfit.

“What?” Adam asked me.

“Y/N’s outfit” I said. “Too much pink?”

“Yeah, yeah” Adam said. “Too much”

Adam walked away from me. I smiled to myself.

Fashion. He didn’t have a fashion taste.

. . .

Later.

“And I don't wanna be somebody without your body close to me” She sang. “And if it wasn't you, I wouldn't want anybody close to me”

I stood in the balcony, watching Y/N sing. I stood between Jie Lin and Adam.

“Because I'm an animal, animal-al,” Y/N continued to sing. “Like animal, like you”

“And I don't wanna be somebody without your body close to me” She sung as she walked back to the microphone stand. “Close to me”

Y/N adjusted her microphone on the stand.

“Close to me” Y/N sang in a sweet, long note.

The crowd cheered as the song ended. The lights came back on. I whistled for Y/N. Adam and Jie Lin covered their ears from me. 

“Sorry” I apologized.

“Umm,” Y/N spoke. “How’s everyone doing so far?” 

The crowd was a mix of cheers and mumbles.

“Not good?” Y/N asked in shock while talking to someone in the front of the audience. “I think it’s been more than good”

Y/N looked at the person as they talked more.

“Ohh” Y/N said, smiling. “You’re upset because  the song ended. Well . . . SORRY!”

The crowd laughed.

“I would love to stay here all night and sing my songs but they won’t let me” Y/N spoke to them. “It’s Radio City, I’m on a strict schedule!”

The crowd laughed a little more. Y/N looked to the balcony. She looked to Adam.

“So, when I wrote this album” Y/N said, looking back down to the crowd. “I wrote it with a very special person. I wrote it with a singer called Marina”

The crowd grew excited.

“And when I wrote it, she became someone I could call a friend” She said. “I wrote this next one with her. This is called Savages”

Some people in the crowd cheered. The lights dimmed, turning blue. The beginning of the song played. I focused on Y/N as she felt the music. She leaned into the microphone. She closed her eyes.

“Murder lives forever and so does war. It's survival of the fittest, rich against the poor” She sung. “At the end of the day, it’s a human trait, hidden deep down inside of our DNA”

The lights turned red as the beat kicked up.

“One man can build a bomb, another run a race to somebody's life and have it blow up in his face” Y/N sung. “I'm not the only one who finds it hard to understand. I'm not afraid of God, I am afraid of Man”

A spotlight turned on, shining on Marina as she walked out. Y/N grinned at Marina.

“Is it running in our blood? Is it running in our veins? Is it running in our genes? Is it in our DNA?” Marina sung. “Humans aren't gonna behave as we think we always should”

“Yeah, we can be bad as we can be good” Y/N sang along with her.

I looked at Adam when I saw him turn around in the corner of my eye.

“Hey, where are you off to?” I asked him.

“Bathroom” He said. “I’ll be right back”

I nodded at him.

I moved closer to Ezra. I tapped on his shoulder. Ezra turned to me.

“So . . . How was Y/N when she was twenty-one?”

. . .

Later.

*Y/N’S POV*

I bent down, taking a bow on stage. I stood up, blowing kisses to the crowd.

“Thank you” I mouthed to them.

I blew them one last kiss, saying goodbye as I left the stage. I walked behind the curtain, grinning from ear to ear. Lisa and Cory, my sound engineer, approached me.

“And she’s back!” Lisa cheered.

I took my pink coat off, grasping it in my hand. I stood still as Cory removed the mic on me.

“I am!” I said, still feeling the high from being on stage. “God, I missed being out there”

“I could tell” Lisa said. “You were dancing your ass off”

If Ali was here, she would have said I looked like a dancing flamingo. 

Cory removed the mic off me. I thanked him. I saw Harry and Ezra walking to me in the distance. I walked past Lisa to them.

“So, what did you think?” I asked them. “How was my dancing?”

I did a side kick, flaunting my boots at them.

“Amazing” Harry said. “Loved it every time you did a kick on stage”

Harry leaned in, trying to hug me. I pulled away from him.

“Oh, trust me” I told him. “You don’t want to hug me when I’m still sweaty”

Harry stepped back from me. I saw the rest of my friends walking towards us. Except for Adam.

“Where did Adam go?” I asked.

“He said the bathroom” Ezra said. “He left right after Savages”

My eyes widened. That was like twenty minutes ago. He should have been back by now.

“After savages?” I asked, looking at Harry and Ezra. “He had to be back by-“

“Y/N” 

I heard Adam call me. I turned my head to the side to see him walking to me. I smiled. I ran up to him.

“There you are!” I said. “Harry said you left to the bathroom a long time ago. I thought for a second you had ran off”

“Why would I do that?” Adam asked me.

“Well, you’re a dad” I told him. “Best guess was something happened to Luka and you had to go to him”

Adam smiled down at me. There was a glisten in his eyes. 

“No, no, everything’s fine” He assured me. “Should we go get you changed?”

“Oh, yes” I told him. “I regret wearing the coat. God, they told me it was going to be sweaty but I didn’t expect this”

I turned around to my friends talking with each other. Harry seemed to be getting on well with them. I smiled at them, realizing something.

“What’s wrong?” Adam asked me.

I looked to Adam.

“I have to do something” I told him.

“Something?” Adam asked. “Like . . .”

“I’m going to get Ali” I said to him.

“What?” Adam responded, surprised. “Now?”

I nodded at him, smiling. I stood up on my tippy toes to give him a kiss on the cheek.

“Go home to Luka” I said to Adam. “I’ll call you tomorrow”

Adam squinted his eyes at me.

“Don’t worry” I reassured him. “I know what I’m doing. I’ll call you soon”

I walked over to my friends. I looked to Isabella.

I took her hand.

“What are you doing?” Isabella asked me.

“We’re leaving” I told her.

“To where?” Ezra asked.

“To get Ali” I answered him. “Just me and Isabella”

Harry smiled at me. I nodded at him.

“Well, then” Harry said. “I guess that means you can’t make dinner tonight?”

“Rain check” I told him. “I need to get my best friend first”

“Tell her I say hi” Harry said.

I smiled at him. I turned around, dragging Isabella with me.

“Are we really going?” She asked me.

“Yup” I said. “And with my coat”

. . .

Later.

I buzzed the bell again.

“I think she’s not here” Isabella said. “We can call her again”

“For her not to pick up?” I said. “Nope”

“But how do you know she’s here?” Isabella asked. “She could be out”

“If she was out, she would have told you” I said. “She tells you everything”

I buzzed the bell again.

“She doesn’t tell me everything” Isabella defended. “There are other things I don’t tell either of you”

I looked to Isabella, raising my eyebrow at her.

“Other things?” I asked her.

“It’s personal” She said.

“As long as you’re not hiding important shit from me. . . Fine” I said.

I buzzed the bell once more.

“I swear to god Ali if you don’t-“

“If I don’t what?” I heard Ali ask.

Isabella and I turned around to see Ali standing in front of us. So, she was out.

“What the hell are you doing here?” Ali asked me, taking out her keys from her jacket pocket. “And why you still in your pink outfit?”

I crossed my arms at her.

“Why do you think?” I asked her. “Why else would I be waiting outside your apartment at 11 at night? I came to make up”

Ali inserted her key into the apartment building’s door. It opened. Isabella and I walked in after her.

“Now you come to make up?” Ali asked me as she walked over to the elevator. “Weren’t you the one who thought you would be better off without me?”

Yes, I did. But now, I realized I was wrong.

Ali pushed the elevator button.

“I did . . . but I was wrong” I said.

Ali squinted her eyes at me. The elevator’s doors opened. I stepped inside the elevator with her and Isabella. The doors closed. The elevator started to move.

“Listen, I didn’t mean what I said to you” I began to explain. “I mean yes, who were annoying me with all the Adam and Harry criticism but I would never want you out of my life”

“Oh, really?” Ali asked me. “It sounded like you did when you ignored me for the past two weeks”

Isabella and I looked to each other. We knew I dug a hole in our friendship. I looked to Ali.

“I know you missed me too” I said. “Isabella showed me the texts and told me about it”

Ali have Isabella a death stare.

“What?” Isabella asked. “We’ve been friends forever. It felt not right without you and Y/N talking”

“And?” Ali asked me. “Just because I missed you doesn’t mean I still want to be friends with you”

The elevator’s doors opened. We walked out. We followed Ali to her apartment door.

“Oh, cut the bullshit” I said to Ali. “I’ve been friends with you for almost a decade. We’ve been through worst fights than this and still were friends after”

Ali inserted her key into her apartment door, opening it. She walked in. I followed her in.

“And I know if you missed me as much as I missed you, you still want to be friends” I said to her. “I know you’re too stubborn to admit it”

Ali turned around to face me.

“Come on, Ali” I pleaded. “You know more than anything we need each other”

Ali crossed her arms at me, refusing to admit the truth.

“Why did you come?” She asked me. “Why now?”

“Well,” I said, crossing my arms as well. “I had this feeling all day that something was missing. At first, I thought I was nervous because I felt something was off but . . . After the show, everyone I loved was there. Jie Lin. Lily. Isabella. Harry. Everyone except you. I realized you were missing. I was missing my best friend. I know what I’m saying sounds like complete bullshit but it’s true. Nothing really matters without you by my side”

Ali looked down. She uncrossed her arms, looking up to me.

“I was wrong too” Ali said. “I was being such a bitch to you. I didn’t mean to but I felt hurt. Hurt by Christian. You had everything going well for you while everything in mine was falling apart. I shouldn’t have taken it out all on you”

“It wouldn’t be the first time” I joked with Ali.

Isabella chuckled.

“And it wasn’t my place to complain about Adam and Harry” Ali said. “I only did that to protect you”

I smiled at her.

“I know” I told her. “So . . .”

I spread my arms open.

“Are we friends again?” I asked her.

Ali wrapped her arms around me, hugging me.

“I take that as a yes” I said.

“Don’t make me block you again” Ali said. 

We stopped hugging each other. Ali looked to Isabella. 

“You really had to show her the texts?” Ali asked her.

“She forced me” Isabella blamed me.

“You’re the one who brought her up” I defended. 

Ali rolled her eyes.

“How long were you outside my apartment by the way?” Ali asked.

“About fifteen minutes” Isabella said. 

“Give or take a few doorbells buzzes” I added. “I thought you would be home”

Ali smirked to herself.

“Yeah, I wasn’t” Ali said. “I was out with someone”

“Someone?” Isabella asked. “Who?”

“A guy” Ali said. “I was on a date”

Isabella and I looked to each other and then back to Ali. We were in shock.

“A date?”

[primatechnosynthpop]

I can't choose between "you should have said that yesterday" and "maybe in another world" soooo I'll let you decide :)

Hmm... what about... both? :3 (Since you didn't specify which characters to write about I'm just doing Hiro and Ando; they seem like a safe bet where you and I are concerned)

*

For a person with superhuman abilities, particularly one who has taken it upon himself to be a hero, it's amazing how quickly life can change. One day, you're having fun, and the next...

On Sunday morning, which thanks to differing time zones was evening for their Americans friends, Hiro and Ando were invited out for drinks at a bar in New York. Hiro was initially unsure if it would be responsible, since they had work the next day, but Ando talked him into it more easily than he would have liked to admit. (Ironically, when it was revealed that it was a karaoke bar, Hiro's enthusiasm increased while Ando's diminished.) Still, both of them had a great time, especially after a couple of drinks. Hiro even managed to talk Ando into singing a duet with him.

"Ohh, you're the best friend that I've ever had!" Hiro swayed slightly on his feet as he sang. "I've been with you such a long time, you're my sunshine..."

He leaned forward, tripping over his feet in the process; without missing a beat, Ando caught him and set him back on his feet while singing the next line of the song.

"And I want you to know that my feelings are true," he crooned, holding Hiro's gaze over the top of the microphone. "I really love you~"

Hiro's cheeks, already flushed from the alcohol, grew a darker shade when Ando batted his eyes at him. Giggling, he gave a playful swat at his friend's head, like a kitten batting at a piece of string, then turned to face the other bar patrons and struck a dramatic pose as he and Ando sang out in chorus: "Ohh, you're my best friend!"

When it was creeping up on 4 AM in eastern daylight time and the bar was closing, they bode a cheerful goodbye to their friends (all of whom were in varying stages of drunkenness) and Hiro teleported them back home. Although it was only mid-afternoon in Tokyo, Hiro was exhausted after such a raucous outing, and the two glasses of cherry wine he'd gulped down were beginning to churn most unpleasantly in his stomach and dull his higher senses. Groaning, he flopped facefirst onto his bed without even taking his shoes or jacket off. He probably would have immediately fallen asleep were it not for the sensation of Ando poking him in the side.

"Oi, Hiro, this is your bedroom."

"Mm? Yeah, it is," Hiro mumbled around the fabric of his pillowcase. "So what?"

"So, take me back to my own apartment before you fall asleep."

Hiro rolled over onto his side to face Ando, who was standing over him with his arms crossed. His expression was a mixture of frustration and bemusement. Hiro gave him a sleepy, half-lidded smile.

"It's not a problem," he said with a dismissive wave of his hand. "Just sleep here with me."

"What, like in your bed?" Ando shook his head. If he'd been thinking more clearly, Hiro might have better understood the strange look that came over his friend's face, or why he suddenly averted his eyes. "That's not happening."

"Don't sleep, then. Just go watch TV in the living room or something."

With that, Hiro rolled back over and closed his eyes. From behind him, he heard Ando sigh. A few seconds later, the weight of the bed shifted as Ando sat down next to him on the edge of the bed. He was silent for a moment before speaking up, his tone weary and almost vaguely wistful.

"That song we sang at karaoke tonight... apparently it's really about a married couple." For a moment, Hiro thought he felt something brush against his cheek, but when he opened his eyes and looked over his shoulder Ando had his hands folded in his lap and was fidgeting with them. "...Maybe in another world..."

"What?" Hiro asked, squinting in confusion. The cogs in his mind spun in an attempt to work out the meaning behind his friend's words, but those proverbial cogs were rusted from the alcohol in his system, and he had no idea what Ando was talking about. "You say strange things, Ando."

Ando laughed at that, and the bed's weight shifted again as he stood back up.

"Yeah, I guess I do," he said. "Good luck sleeping off the cherry wine, Hiro. I'll see you whenever you wake up."

*

The rest of Sunday afternoon and the following night passed in a haze. Hiro woke up at around 7 PM with a mild hangover and got up to make some instant ramen; he shared a bowl with Ando and they sat on the couch together watching reruns of an old shojo anime show until both of them fell back asleep.

When Monday morning rolled around, they were a little late getting into work. Hiro got into the shower first, and Ando yelled at him from outside to hurry up. They made each other turn around while they were getting dressed (Ando borrowed an outfit from Hiro, and it didn't fit him very well, but Hiro wasn't going to complain about the slight glimpse of midriff allowed by the hem of his top when Ando wore it). While heading out the door, Hiro stuffed a piece of toast into his mouth, and Ando joked that he looked just like the protagonist of the show they'd been watching the night before. They took the train across town to the office together, pressed snugly up against each other. With the alcohol out of his system and his mind clearer, Hiro was a bit flustered by their proximity, but somehow he found that he enjoyed it. There was something almost domestic about the whole situation, and for reasons he was currently unwilling to name, that brought him a thrill of excitement.

Kimiko arched an eyebrow at them when they arrived at Yamagato Industries, but she refrained from commenting. Hiro waved at his sister over his shoulder as he and Ando scurried down the halls to the Dial-A-Hero office. He let out a sigh of contentment as he slumped into the cushiony office chair at his desk. Ando pulled up his own office chair and took a glance at their answering machine to make sure they hadn't missed any calls before sitting down beside him.

"No calls?" Hiro asked, readying himself for the inevitable pang of disappointment that would be brought on by the response. As time went on, a few more people called to ask for their services, but they still only got one or two calls a day if they were lucky, and most of the jobs were small things that their clients just as easily could have called the fire department for.

"Actually, it looks like someone called us just a couple minutes ago," Ando said. He sounded surprised--understandable, considering the aforementioned rarity of people calling them. "But they didn't leave a message."

"Let's call them back," Hiro said, leaning eagerly across the desk to press the redial button on the answering machine. He lifted the phone off the hook and held it to his ear. It buzzed twice before someone picked up.

"Hello? Is this Dial-A-Hero? Oh, thank god you picked up!" The voice on the other end of the line sounded urgent; Hiro stiffened with alarm upon hearing shouting and what sounded like gunshots in the background. "Someone's robbing the bank! Quick, you have to stop them!"

"Who is it? What's happening?" Ando asked, leaning over to listen in on the conversation.

Hiro lowered the phone and put his hand over the mouthpiece to address his companion. "It's a bank robbery." Then, bringing the phone back up to his ear: "Where is the address? We'll be there in a moment!"

The person told them the address, and Hiro hung up the phone and grabbed his sword from where it was displayed on the wall. Putting his hand in Ando's, he squeezed his eyes shut and teleported them to the address their client had given.

Sure enough, there were three masked people standing in the middle of the bank, brandishing guns; two of them hung back while the third was aiming his weapon at the woman behind the bank counter. The other bank employees and customers were crouching down behind desks and teller machines, muttering anxiously amongst themselves. When Hiro and Ando appeared, gasps sprung up amongst the civilians; two of the robbers spun around to aim their weapons at them.

"Put down your guns and leave this building now," Hiro commanded, brandishing his sword with a stern glare. "Or my partner and I will--"

Before he could finish that thought, a rapid series of bangs rang out as the robbers fired their guns. The gasps and murmurs of the civilians broke into screams, and at his side, he heard Ando scream as well. Those sounds were abruptly cut off when Hiro froze time. Four bullets froze in midair, one of which was barely an inch away from Hiro's forehead. His heart skipped a beat at the sight of it; gulping, he lowered the bullet and then moved the other three out of his and Ando's way as well. He deposited the bullets into the trash can by the desk, where they found their place amidst a pile of crumpled receipts and candy wrappers. Then, brushing his hands off, he marched over to the robbers and pried the guns out of their hands. With the robbers unarmed, Hiro grabbed each of them in succession and teleported them to a police station, where he unfroze time and shoved the robbers toward the nearest officer.

"These men were robbing a bank," he said. "'Lock them up before they can hurt anybody else."

The police officer looked rather startled, as did the robbers, one of whom immediately spun around and tried to shoot Hiro with a gun that he no longer had. Hiro smirked, feeling quite pleased with himself as the officer looked the robbers up on their computer and announced that they had previously been charged for several counts of theft and attempted robbery. Leaving the police to take care of things, he teleported back to the bank to make sure everyone there was safe.

When he reappeared in the bank, he knew immediately that something was wrong, and it brought a sharp twisting sensation to his gut. The employees and customers who had previously been hiding were now clustered around the spot where Hiro and Ando had shown up, muttering things like "Oh my god" and "Is he going to be okay?!" Heart spiking with alarm, Hiro pushed past the gathered crowd to find Ando sprawled out on the ground, blood pooling around him. Hiro froze at the sight of his collapsed friend, blood running cold.

"Ando, what--what happened?!" he stammered, dropping to his knees and laying a hand atop the dark red stain on the front of his friend's borrowed shirt. "I stopped time before the bullets could hit us!"

"Before they could hit you," Ando corrected him, raising his head to meet Hiro's gaze. He spoke through gritted teeth, but he didn't sound angry so much as scared. "One of them had already hit me."

"What? No," Hiro whimpered, shaking his head.

It was a stupid thing to say, he knew, because the irrefutable evidence was laid out before his eyes, but... no! His mind refused to wrap itself around the fact that he, the master of time and space, had been too slow to stop the man he cared so deeply for from getting hurt. Ando must have understood that to some degree, because he didn't bother offering a retort. Sighing, he laid his head back down on the cold tile floor of the bank, while around them the civilians parted and he heard someone in the background talking about calling an ambulance.

Hands trembling, Hiro pushed up the bottom of Ando's shirt so he could see the injury. Sure enough, a bullet was embedded in his upper abdomen, exposing a grisly mess of blood and flesh that made Hiro gag. All the while, blood continued to pour from the wound, seeping between the tiles of the floor and soaking through Hiro's pant legs as he knelt beside his friend.

"You... you'll be okay," Hiro told him, and it came out sounding like a command. "You have to be okay!"

Ando began to open his mouth but then closed it again, as if changing his mind about what to say. He brought his hand up to lay it atop Hiro's, threading their fingers together, and gave him a sad smile.

"Hiro... I love you."

The words pierced through Hiro as though he were the one who'd just been shot. He understood the finality concealed behind that confession. And the worst part was that, now that he heard those words spoken aloud, only now could he put a name to the feelings that flared up in his heart whenever he was with Ando. The feelings he had harbored for years now. The feelings he had been too scared to acknowledge, for fear that they weren't reciprocated. And in that moment, when the palm of his hand was wet and sticky with Ando's slowly draining lifeblood, a jolt of misplaced anger surged through Hiro.

"You should have said that yesterday!" he blurted.

The melancholy expression on Ando's face didn't waver, even as a trickle of blood dribbled out the corner of his mouth. "What difference would it make?" he asked, words coming out slightly slurred as though it were still the day before and they were drunk and partying with their friends.

"Because if you told me then, I would have known what I felt, too," Hiro said, although he could barely choke the words out around the thick lump of emotion swelling in his throat. "And we could have taken today off so I could--I could kiss you, and--and we could date, and... and I never would have let you put yourself in danger again."

As he spoke, Ando's hand grew limp atop his own, and his skin gradually became cooler to the touch. That sad, regretful smile was still on his face when his eyes fell closed and his head lolled to the side. Cold, harsh dread clamped around Hiro's heart like the steel of a hunting trap closing around its prey, and he desperately grabbed his companion by the shoulders, lifting him off the ground.

"I love you, too!"

The confession was swallowed up by a sob that wracked Hiro's body, so he yelled it out again, and then over and over again as hot tears welled up in his eyes and poured down his cheeks.

"I love you, Ando. I've loved you for a long time. I should have told you... I love you, I love you, I love you!"

He rocked back and forth on his heels as he made his declarations, clutching his companion's unmoving body to his chest. But no matter how tightly he held Ando's body, no matter how passionately he cried out his feelings, Hiro knew it was too late. He had failed the man he loved, and now... and now...

Maybe in another world.

Ando's words from the previous day echoed in his mind, and now Hiro understood them. In another world--another timeline--if either of them had been bold enough to confess their love, they could have been together. Whether or not that would have changed the outcome of this day, Hiro didn't know. It didn't make a difference now anyway. In this world, he sat alone on a cold tiled floor, soaked through with the blood of the man he loved, with nothing to show for his love other than a lifeless body in his arms.

"I love you," he whispered through his tears one final time, just in case it would somehow make a difference or change what had happened.

It didn't.

[mythicamagic]

The Muse: Yui Komori oneshot

Writing commission for @s-e-kwan

A boy at school asks Yui to be his model for a set of paintings. Mild Yui x OC

Minding her own business in class, Yui pushed light blonde hair behind her ear, leaning forward to scribble down notes. The monotony of her daily schedule had been getting to her as of late. Nothing but school, Mukami mansion, getting bitten, then if she was lucky, sleep.

Rinse lather and repeat, with the only change being who bit her, how and where.

“Excuse me.”

Glancing up tiredly, she blinked. A young man stood before her, smiling.

“Hello?”

He bowed swiftly. “Please be my model!”

Yui blinked again, before her cheeks flushed red, at a loss for words. What?

“I’m applying for a place in an art academy abroad and they asked me to submit a project for my submission! If you’d be willing, I’d be very grateful if you could stand as my muse! I really think I could capture your fragile beauty on canvas and-“

“Yes,” she cut him off.

He straightened, expression surprised. “Truly?”

“If you’re um…working hard to go study abroad, I’d like to help. No one should be stuck here if they don’t want to be,” she murmured, before shaking her heavy thoughts away and giving a hesitant smile. “What would you like me to do?”

—-

The artist had decided to base his project on biblical beauty, in contrast to modern beauty. Yui sat in a classroom that had been booked, heavy make-up having been layered onto her face, blonde hair adorned with red carnation flowers. She wore dark clothing, secretly glad she’d taken the time to cover up the bitemarks littering her body. The Mukami’s had been none too pleased about the thought of her spending time alone, with a boy, but Ruki had permitted it so long as it took place at Lunch within school. No afterschool clubs permitted for Livestock.

Yui felt a chill run down her spine, wondering if she were being watched.

Apparently, the piece she was supposed to be representing was Jezebel. She therefore tried to recall what Cordelia possessing her had felt like, draping herself over the back of the chair.

“Ohh that’s a great expression!” The young man held up a hand, silently telling her to hold it as he painted with lush strokes. “Really captures lust and decadence tastefully.”

Yui bit back a listless smile. “Is that a good thing?”

“Of course! I knew you’d be perfect for this,” he says, causing her heart to flutter. No one sincerely complimented her anymore.

—

The second time she modelled, Yui wore make-up again, though not as heavy as the first time. She lifted an apple to the corner of her mouth, as though biting into it to represent the corruption and loss of innocence that came from being ‘Eve.’

She didn’t really have to channel much with this role, thinking about the Mukami brothers as she let herself sit however she wanted.

They always arranged her body how they pleased, Yuma shoving her into walls or windows to press into her hard and heavy. Azusa, holding her hand deceptively gently, murmuring sweet nothings even as he ignored the blood loss draining her skin chalky porcelain. Kou would be all sharp edges, digging his nails into wounds and overwhelming her with pain. Ruki was the calm in the eye of the storm, the control that dominated and allowed for nothing else but his touch, his fangs to be felt.

And Yui…was their Eve. Fulfilling a role just like the biblical woman, inevitably set up by outside forces to fall from grace. The helplessness of her situation stung lashes into her eyes.

“Yui, are you alright?” Her artist paused, brows drawing together.

“I’m fine,” she forced a wobbly smile. “Please continue.”

—

When the final modelling session came, Yui found herself without any makeup, her hair unadorned. A laced veil had been attached, draping down. She clutched a lily flower close, averting her gaze as the artist adjusted the veil.

“W-what does um…the lily represent?” She asked.

“Simplicity, innocence, purity,” he murmured, lifting the veil to give her face one last check. “And hope.”

Rose-pink eyes stared at him. His proximity caused pale cheeks to redden, as though dusted with blush.

Between one moment and the next, his lips met hers. Yui stiffened, pulling away and clutching the flower tight, crushing petals.

“I-I apologise, Yui. I won’t do it again. I don’t know what came over me,” he straightened, wincing.

“No…you don’t have to apologise,” she said, adjusting her collar to better hide a bruise. It was better she kept him at arm’s length.

Better she didn’t tell him she’d enjoyed it for half a moment.

He nodded sadly, returning to his seat and taking brush to paint.

—–

When the day finally arrived for the art class exhibition a few months later, Yui had been permitted to go. It was only a small affair held within the school, and yet many attended. Walking among the four brothers in the crowd, Yui stopped upon finally catching sight of painted flowers.

Inching around the people in the crowd, she stopped before the pieces mounted in a row on the wall.

“Hey, isn’t that you, Yui?” Kou grinned, eyes narrowing at the Jezebel picture. “Who knew you looked so good in a sultry pose.”

“Mn…I don’t know if I like that…the artist stared at Eve long enough to…paint a picture,” Azusa murmured, looking at the fine details of her long lashes or ruby lips closing around the apple.

Yuma tsked. “Ain’t that the point of modelling?”

Staring up at them, Yui touched her cheek, wondering if she really looked like that to the artist.

At that moment, she heard her name be called. The artist himself rushed up to her, before noting the four brothers bristle and glare at him. He laughed with mild confusion, touching her shoulder.

“I got accepted!”

“That’s great,” she grinned, unable to help it. Her body swayed with want to hug him, but she felt Ruki’s tell-tale hand on the small of her back.

“Yeah! And it’s all thanks to you, thank you so much, Yui!” He leaned forward and pulled her in close, wrapping her in a brief but tight hug.

Yuma growled lowly, flashing fangs, but Kou laughed and waved dismissively to indicate this wasn’t the time or place to get into ‘vampire mode.’

The artist pulled away and Yui fought down the urge to beam.

“To show my deep gratitude, I’d like you to take one of these pieces.”

“R-really?”

“Of course!”

She smiled, turning to them. “That’s so kind of you…I think I’ll have the Virgin Mary if that’s alright.”

“Oh, why that one?”

With her heart shuddering, she smiled. “I don’t know. I can’t be pure anymore, but it would be nice to hold onto hope.”

He tilted his head and glanced at her companions, before nodding. Making some more idle small talk, he then excused himself, informing her the painting would be delivered to her address.

Yui watched his form retreat into the crowd, thinking that she’d likely never see him again.

“He painted you holding lavender coloured roses,” Ruki uttered, looking at the Virgin Mary.

He changed it from lilies? She thought.

“Some say, it can mean enchantment, mystery and…love at first sight.”

She turned to him, crushing the fluttering feeling those words evoked under her heel.

“Did you enjoy the brief freedom his painting permitted you?” His eyes slid down to her.

She smiled gently, unafraid of the punishment that came with admitting to it.

“…I did.”

[eerythingisshaka]

The Coffee Prince Pt. 2

(T’Challa x Reader)

*Part 1*

Word Count: 3k

Plot:  Stuck in your ways of living, one day at the coffee shop, you run into a tall dark roast that threatens to wake you up from your romantic hibernation.

*Previously*

You are unphased and not listening when you get up and see this 6’0 man picking up his drink and turning towards you.  He makes his way to the side table, and your heart literally stops pumping for a split second from the anxiety.  He hasn’t seen you yet and he could easily leave very soon without your acknowledgment,  What if he doesn’t recognize you?  The L’s you could take outweigh the dubs by a mile.

You get up to go get an unnecessary sugar packet.

“Excuse me,” you say.

He looks to you and gives you a crooked smile.

“Ahh, how are you today, Ms. Macchiato.” He says while stirring his coffee.

You spontaneously start ovulating at his title for you.  He remembered your order, and made it a pet name for you!

You smile goofily as your heart threatens to fall out of your chest, “Yeah, that’s me!  How have you been….Thomas?”  Your voice rises an octave as you coyly played like you couldn’t remember one of the few things tied to him from your one engagement.

He furrows his brow at your statement.  “Ohh, you must have me confused with some other American coffee drinker.”

“Oh?  So that accent makes you from where, Boston?”

You both laugh.  Your mouth is getting dry from anxiety, so you sip your drink.  

“Gah! Fuck!”  You sputter some of the liquid down your chin, tongue hanging out fanning it.  The drink was scalding hot still.  

‘Thomas’ gets a napkin and hands it to you, concern clouds his face.

“Are you all right?  Should I go get you some water or…”

Heated with embarrassment noe more than the coffee, you shake your head trying to speak clearly.  “It’th fine, thankth.”  You say with a scalded tongue.

“Please, sit a moment.  I’ll be right back.”  He touches your arm to guide you back to a table and makes his way to the register.  You keep fanning yourself, mortified by your not so graceful behavior.

“Ok, come on, get your thit together.  You are a queen goddeth.  Anyone would be lucky to dick you down proper.”

You take a deep breath and look off to one side and see an old white woman shaking her head looking at you.  Of course that last sentence would come out clear as a bell, but you gave her a look of ‘and?’ while she continued eating her oatmeal.

‘Thomas’ comes back with cold Fiji water, cracking it open before handing it to you.

You take it in you hand with shock clearly displayed cross your face, ‘Thomas’ sits down across from you and notices your expression immediately.

“Is something wrong with it?  Is something in it?”  He leans to look at the bottle clutched in the hand.

Why did he have to be so cute when he scrunches his face with worry?  You snap out of it and try to relax again.  “No, it’th juth uh, you know they have free water cupth, right?  Like, you didn’t have to pay for one”

He waves his hand in protest, “It’s nothing.  I mean, you don’t need lukewarm tap water, this is better for you.”

You say before taking a sip, “Well that was very thweet of you.  I owe you one.”

“Don’t worry about that.  I can’t standby while you’re in pain.  Though, the temporary speech impediment is kind of cute, I must say.”

“What do you mean?  Thith ith my real voice.  I wath juth trying to impreth you with perfect diction last time.”  You say, blowing your coffee, batting your eyes.

He chuckles, “Right, and I’m from Boston.”

You smile and look out the window for a second.  The high you feel from being in his company makes it hard to come back down to the reality that you have to make conversation, and you’re suddenly lost for words.  You want to know more about him but don’t want to come off as nosy or interrogative, or too eager, though you could smile at him giddily all damn day  But this is a cute guy, who is clearly attentive, splurging on some fresh H2O.  Ask him something!  Get some personal shit out the way!

You face him to see his round, gorgeous eyes looking at you.  You can’t read his expression before he looks down at his coffee again.

“What is your name, by chance?  I don’t think I got it before.” he asks before puckering his lips, that look like they’ve never known ash, to take a sip.

“Oh, it’s (Y/N)” you say.

“Ah, (Y/N) that’s a beautiful name.  It doesn’t seem too difficult to me.”

You practically melt at him saying your name.  You’d never want a different one long as those lips spoke it.

“Well, it shouldn’t be.  But people sense something has more than 2 syllables and their mind just flips.”

“Does it have any meaning behind it?”

“Mmm, not that I know.  I’d have to Google.  But all I know is my mom just liked it.  But what about you, ‘Thomas’?”  You say with a goofy grin, resting your chin on your hand.

“Yes, my name is T’Challa.”

“T….Challa?”

“Yes, that’s right! First try!”  He holds his hand up for a high five.

The world seems to go into slow motion when connecting your palm to his.  His hand is a skyscraper compared to yours, trying to memorize the feel of his hand through the little contact you had.

“What can I say, I’m a pro!”

“Very nice.  Impaired tongue and all!”  He pauses a moment before continuing, “Have you got time for a walk around to get some air?  It’s so beautiful outside.  May be nice…”

You look at your phone and see you should've been back at your desk 15 min ago.  

“Uh… actually I do need to go…”

“Bast! Well that’s ok. Maybe our paths can cross again in the future?”

Your face fallen, “Yeah, hopefully so.  Thanks again for the water…”

You start to get up and leave, “Ah, Miss (Y/N)?”

You turn to him, “Mhm?”

“Do you think I could call you sometime?  If it’s not too forward, we could arrange meeting outside of your work hours so it’s more convenient?”

You heart jumped into your throat at the proposal.  He’s asking for your number!  

“Sure thing!  I would love that.  Just let me know or I’ll call you whichever.  Cool!”

You back up to leave before you add anymore positive phrases to your long phrase affirming his invitation.

You step out the door of the shop and do a little Tiffany Haddish ‘she ready’ dance.  You couldn’t wait to fill Tavia in on the details.  T’Challa, T’Challa, the name just rolls off the tongue.

“Miss (Y/N)!  I thought you trying to dine and dash but …”

T’Challa was standing behind you for God knows how long, struggling to hold back his smile.

You straighten up, mortified.  Could he possibly be any more handsome and you be anymore a dork?

“Oh, no.  Um, what do you mean?”  you stammer, folding your arms to look semi-normal.

He pulls out his phone.  “We actually need each others numbers to call each other right?”

You still didn’t exchange numbers!  Thinking of how much of a mess you are you say, “Yeah, sorry!  Of course, allow me.”

You take his phone and type it in with your name saving it.

Handing it back, T’Challa takes it and puts it in his pocket, eyes never leaving your face as he gives you a closed mouth smile.

“You have a good rest of your day, (Y/N).  I look forward to connecting with you soon.”

He turns and strides down the sidewalk away.  As much as you hated to see him go, you loved watching him leave.  Was the dip in his gait put on or natural?  Either way, you loved it.

Later that day you go home, light as a feather.   You lowkey hate how some male attention could give you such an array of hormonal bliss that you felt like a traitor to the sisterhood.

Your roommate hadn’t gotten home yet so, you take the time to cook yourself some food, even though your hunger was honestly minimal.  Whenever you got really excited in any emotional direction, your appetite just goes south.  But you earned a meal today, so why not celebrate with dinner.  You look up a bookmarked recipe on your phone for some baked chicken with steamed vegetables and curl up to some Grown-ish as you work.  The episode with Yara Shahidi’s character obsessing over the relationship status of her and Cash was queued up.  Seeing her send literally 30 text messages to Cash saying an unintelligible number of things made you cringe hella heavy.  Why would she get caught up with a college athlete anyway?  You knew where this episode was going, as you turn back to seasoning your food.

While binge watching, you only eat about half of your food, which is better than nothing.  You have more energy than you know what to do with though, so with the extra living room space, you decide to knock out a little yoga to center yourself.   Laying out your mat and queueing up YouTube you switch to a yoga channel for beginners and put a chill playlist on shuffle.  You close your eyes as the instructor tells you to be present in today’s practice, breathing deeply and exhaling equally.  The practice started off simple enough with some cat-cows and downward dogs, but the intensity picked up soon once some planks and chair poses were thrown in.  You perspired like a Pinocchio meeting a woodpecker but pushed through each pose with a little motivation in your head.  If T’Challa could see me now.  Each challenge you faced, you thought of him being under you while you planked, over you while you did a bridge.  Once the poses were over you’d curse yourself for being so silly but hey, it worked.

During the cool down, the instructor tells you to get into happy baby pose, which you welcome with a deep sigh, wiping your brow.  You didn’t expect such an intense workout, so luckily you didn’t go ham on your food.

You hear the lock turn on the door, and in walks in Tavia.

“Well damn, bitch, am I interrupting something?!”

You look between your legs at Tavia, “Nah girl, I’m almost done.”

“You sure?  Cuz looks like you just getting started to me.  Why are you spreading your legs for anyone who walk in here?”

You roll out of your pose, grabbing your water. “Nothing, it’s been a minute since I got my mat out so…”  you say taking a sip.

Tavia takes a seat in a easy chair across from you, taking off her shoes.  “Mmhm, so what else is it bitch, cuz the fact that you ain’t posted up here smashing some cookies, watching Chocolate City or some other trash got me almost concerned.”  She says, faking her best concerned face.

You roll your eyes,  “It’s nothin!  Really, but I mean, I may have ran into someone today, but that’s not why I’m over here ‘pussy poppin’’ like you say.”

“Uh-uh.  How juicy is this?  I was drinking tonight anyway but lemme know should I grab my bottle right now?”

You look at her sideways and give a slight nod.

Tava screams like the Holy Spirit just caught her as she runs with her hands raised over to the fridge.  She gets out her moscato and runs back to her seat.  

“Uh, I don’t get a glass?”  You ask offended.

“No ma’am, you got talking to do.  You can’t talk and drink at the same time.” Tavia says with a tongue pop.

“ANYWAY, so I’m going to the coffee shop on my break, right?” You say excitedly.

“Right, ‘break’.” Tavia says clutching the bottle while doing air quotes.

“Listen, plenty of them folks go and do whatever on company time.  I need some caffeine to get through the mess.” You say defensively.

“Whatever, continue!”

“Ok, so I’m getting my shit, and just as I’m bout to leave, HIS order gets called.”

“Who??!”

“Thomas!”

Tavia’s body melts into the chair as she exclaims, “Whaaaaa??”

“YES! By the way, his name is T’Challa.”

“BITCH, you talked to him??”

With a little dance you confirm, “Hell yeah, fucking right!”

Tavia gets up to do a quick celebration twerk with you, passing the bottle. “Go head girl!  Ok, so how did you go up to him?  What did he say?”

Your face hurt from all the cheesing, “I just walked past him and he was like, ‘Hey, don’t I know you?’  and I said, ‘I hope so, cuz trying to know you.’  And eventually he remembered, so we got a table and talked about real surface level stuff, then I told him I gotta go back to work, so he was all ‘Well, I can’t have you walk out here without seeing you again.  Put your number in.’ So I did, and that’s really about it.”  You say content with your ‘story’.

Tavia was on the edge of her chair during your entire explanation until she said, “You gave him your number?”

You nod proudly, “Mhm!”

Tavia throws her hands in the air, “Girl!  You ain’t gonna be nothing but a booty call then.”

Ou screw your face up at this admission.  “Whatchu mean?  He ain’t hood actin’,  I just gave you the clipped version of how it went down.  Why you think that?”

Tavia sighs, “You gotta get his number, so you have control.  But since it’s the other way around, you gonna be waiting for him to call, and then when he does at 11pm, you gonna be showing off your wingspan and upset cuz he ain’t called you since.”

“Tavia, calm down.  It ain’t even been a day.  I’m not tryna wild like that, and he don’t seem the type.”  You say with less spirit than before.

“And if that’s what you wanted, you know I’m down for you; hit a split on the dick shawty act up!  But I know you for real want some committed peen, so I’m just giving you worst case before it slaps you in the face, ok?” Your good vibes from earlier are coming down faster than guillotine so you decide to dismiss yourself.

“Don’t be upset girl.  You still did your thing, and milk him for all it’s worth either way.  Hate the game, not the player!”  

You roll your mat up and go back to your room.  Your eyes go straight for your phone.  You think back to the articles you read on dating.  People usually wait 3 days to call right?  Or is that just after the first date?  What’re the rules for the phone exchange?  He could’ve texted you right there to have his number, but he didn’t so, could Tavia be right?  And if she was, is it so bad?  Dick is dick, and it sure hasn’t been present in your life.

You go to pick up your phone, opening up to the main menu.  

Missed Call (1) Voicemail (1)

Your heart thumps in your chest as you check the number.  It’s just digits, not one of your known numbers.  You walk across your floor couple times before listening to the message, calming yourself down and for the first time hoping it was just a bill collector.  You select the number and dial before closing your eyes to center yourself like the yoga instructor told you.  A few rings pass before you realize what you may have done.

“Hello?”

Your pulse literally stops as your eyes fly open at the voice on the other line.  You accidentally hit call back instead of call voicemail.

“Miss (Y/N)  Is that you?”  T’Challa says.

“Yeah, hey, how are you doing?”  You say in as steady voice you can muster as you pull at your hair in frustration.

“I missed you earlier.  Uh, your call, I mean.  Well, I called you.  Did you get my message?”

So that was him on that voicemail.  You didn’t want to lie but you didn’t want to look weird calling without context either.

“Uh, yeah. I did.  Thanks for calling by the way.”

He could’ve called to say he didn’t want to see you again.

“Please, I should be thanking you for offering your time.  So do you know when you would like to do it?”

Heat crawls from neck to your cheeks, out of your pits, from your nani, all at once. Do what?!  Is he inviting you somewhere or asking a favor?

“Uh, how does Saturday sound?”  You freeze at the anticipation of his answer.

“That’s great!  I have no problem with that.  We will try for 5pm?”

You nod like he can see you before responding, “Yeah, that’s good to me.  I can’t wait.”

You could practically hear T’Challa smiling as he said, “Wonderful.  Forgive me for the time of the hour, I hope I didn’t wake you.”

You sit on the bed to keep from falling under your buckling knees.  “Not at all, I was just turning in so I didn’t want to leave you hanging.”

“You’re too kind.  I will see you then, if not at the shop first!  Good Night (Y/N).”

“Good night T’Challa.”  You press the red symbol and take the deepest breath you’ve done all day.  How erotic did that sound ‘goodnight, T’Challa’?  Geez just call him back to come over and get it over with already, you thought.  

You turn off the light and lay in your bed electrified with that same energy from before.  You almost forgot, but you pick up the phone and push for voicemail this time and listen:

Hi, I hope this is the right number.  (Y/N), I’m just calling to see if you would come with me to the music festival this weekend.  I don’t know if you heard about it or if it is your thing, but it sounds like a nice time.  We could just walk around, enjoy the sounds.  Uhh, just let me know when you get the chance, or I may see you at our favorite place.  (laughs then clears his throat)  Umm, but yeah, sorry for the long message.  This is T’Challa by the way.  Hope to hear from you soon.

Your phone prompts you to save or delete the message and you carefully save it before you listen a couple more times.  Putting your phone away you turn on your side, squeezing your legs together to bring yourself back down again.  You remind yourself that this is still just nothing more than two people meeting up at a public place with a bunch of other people.  No one has claimed nobody yet.  But like Tavia said, gotta milk it for what it’s worth, and how you feel right now is pretty damn priceless.

Part 3

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T’akia

N’Jadaka’s Helpful Hands

Some Weeks Are Better Than Others

The Coffee Prince

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[iamheadphones]

June 2, 3027

“Nope.” Elliot said before the entire room looked at him. “I’m confused.” Chase said. “I’m not going to pick a side. I’m going to sit this war out and refuse to participate.” Elliot said as he crossed his arms. “Really man. You’re pulling a Switzerland?” Evan complained. “You heard me, I'm not joining.” Elliot said, “Well what about the rest of you?” Sam asked. “I’m not joining either. Nobody should be fighting each other.” Julia said. “Me neither I want to stick with Julia and Elliot. Also I don’t want to fight.” Ella said. “Cowards.” Chase yelled. “Nope we’re just playing it safe.” Elliot said. “I’m also going to sit this one out.” Maya said. “What about you Emily?” Rain asked. “First of all, why are you splitting teams again? Like why are you guys doing this?” Emily asked. “It’s quite simple, we have started a war. For cookies.” Sam said appearing in a glorious pose one would see in movies. Which caused some snickers from Addie, and Chase. “Are you serious?” Jessica asked. “Yep.” Sam said. “I’m joining them.” Jess said as she began to walk towards the couch, “Oh no you don’t.” Laura said as she moved her arms to hold Jessica without any struggle. “What the heck Laura.” Jessica said. “You’re staying right here.” Laura said. “I’m not joining a war over…” Jessica began before pausing and looking at multiple people giving her the death glare while the four kids looked at her confused. “...cookies.” Jessica finished as the death glares stopped. “Welp it’s too late now.” Robin said. “And so it’s not too late I’m sitting this one out.” Emily said. “What then we’re uneven.” Sam said. “Yeah I know, and don’t care.” Emily said before an array of ohh’s from the four youngest in the house alongside Elliot. “That was the weakest roast I ever heard.” Rain replied before everyone before a few people burst out laughing. 

Sam continued looking over the small dollhouse on the spinning plate he had. It’s small four room all painted a different color. Its beauty made to stand proudly. All of a sudden a ping on his phone caused him to perk up. He smiled excitedly before walking over to it and pressing the on button. His smile faded to confusion. On his homepage was a text notification. The text was from Marina. He slid it to the side and pressed the open option. Once he clicked that a chat appeared with the text bubbles. “Hey u bussy?” The text read. Sam narrowed his eyes before looking down at a small button that said reply. Sam pressed it as the screen out three options open. Face I.D, fingerprint, or password. Sam pressed Face I.D. The screen showed the text looking for face I.D before showing a locked padlock. The locked padlock turned into an unlocked padlock before the chat with Marina alongside the text bubble and keyboard. Sam typed in “Nah. What do u want?” Before pressing send. A second bubble appeared with three dots appearing in session before a bubble with text in it appeared. “I want to join your side, in secret.” Marina replied. Sam looked at the text and frowned. He felt suspicious of Marina’s offering of an alliance. He typed in: “How do I know you're not lying?” The bubble with three dots appeared before a text bubble appeared. “Look Idc if you don't believe me. I'll tell you something, Rain is planning to put something in all of their cookies. Idk what, but it's for in case you steal them again.” Marina texted. Sam looked at the text. It’s words burning in his mind as he took it in. 

[cgmayra]

Hello:D I was wondering if you could do a prompt where Sonic and the gang are going to a Halloween party. Amy dresses in a costume to impress Sonic but ignores him the whole time. Then she starts getting unwanted attention from other guys and the blue blur has to come in save the day. Maybe in the boom!universe?

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Prompt:

Amy was scouring the stores and looking in every nook and cranny. She desperately was trying to find something worth all the blood, sweat, and tears of laboriously working for enough money to pay the ultimate price.

The perfect costume.

She pulled out a fluffy looking bunnies attire, and swished it back behind her, “Not really ‘me’.” she mused, before pulling out an Egyptian outfit. “Ohh~ But kinda last century.” she flopped it behind her again.

She began to grow irritable.

She dug her head into the rack, flinging out costume after costume. “Dragon, warlord, fairy, mermaid-AH!” she leaned up and gripped her head, “No, no, no! I can’t wear something tacky that fades into the background! It has to be perfect! A stylish witch! An alluring enchantress! A Shakespearian elite could work if it looked different than every other Cinderella!” she looked and looked before finally wearing herself out. (pun intended.)

She landed hard to the ground, sliding against the stripped and spinning, circular clothes rack that looked dizzy from Amy’s assault on it.

She leaned against the cold metal beam, and banged her head back on it, letting her back drop further down its spine.

“It’s no use…” she sighed, “I wanted to impress him this year… but everything is old-hat. So… melodramatic… if I just had one perfect costume… something to really make him stop and stare. Then-..!”

She turned, seeing something sparkle from a store-working moving it with a clawed instrument up to hang on the wall.

She walked towards it, slowly rising up and having it glimmer in her glossy eyes.

It was just her… and that outfit.

“Oh-ho-ho…” she giggled, before swiping it away from the true object she was looking at,”Nuh-uh. That one!” an ugly looking fall-dress that seemed to be something to add to a scarecrow outfit.

She squee’d, her hands shaking in her excitement as she bent forward, still holding the ‘ideal’ dress in her hands that she had yanked away. “Perfect!”

Once home, Amy got straight to work.

The black dress with the fall-leaf design that was loose fabric over the shoulders, the side and down the dress, and elsewhere that she began to change and alter.

She bit down on her thread and went straight to work crafting jewels into the dress, making a patch and giving herself a stylish adventure pouch.

She was going to be unique this year! And Sonic wasn’t going to walk by without a double-take!

The party at Meh-Burger’s special Spooky deals started already, and the team waited with their make-shift costumes on Amy, wondering where she was.

Tails was stuck in a half-tin, half-cardboard box which was equipped with a phony twirling gun that glowed when he hit the trigger. He called it his cyborg death-ray.

Knuckles was a roman lancer, though everytime he struck the pose and threw his large prop of a spear, it would crash and he would flinch at some poor cat squealing in fright or pain.

“Eh-heh… opps.”

“Where’s Amy?” Tails waddled in his claustrophobic outfit over to Sonic, who was tapping his foot, wearing a metal-band outfit with face makeup.

“I don’t know. But it’s not like her to keep her ‘adoring public’ waiting.” Sonic fanned a hand out, a slight mock in good spirits. “You know Amy.. she always likes to take every and any opportunity to look good and show it off.” he grumbled a bit, looking annoyed at waiting before Tails saw his eyes droop down in impatience.

He chuckled a bit, “Yeah, I wonder why she always does that.” he gave a sly smile to his friend, shifting his eyes to him and then waddling to turn his back to him.

“And why you’re always around when she does…” he quickly wandered off, leaving Sonic confused at his words.

He huffed and pouted, folding his arms as Sticks crawled around, looking on guard and trying to attack a kid with an alien costume. “She’s not trying to be better than me!” he clearly didn’t get the implied subtext…

“I know the aliens are hiding out here…” Sticks jumped on a table, her boomerang held high, “Show yourselves, you cowards!” she hunched herself down and gripped the edge of the table, shouting out a battle-cry before Sonic zoomed over with a sigh and caught her in midair.

“Sticks. Who are you dressed as?” he looked bored saying this, not even looking down at the poor kid he just saved from Sticks’s wrath.

“I never put on a mask! Ek-ehhh!” Sticks swiped at the air towards the kid, trying to reach him. “Humm…” she gave up and Sonic let her down.

“You know? The scariest thing you can be is yourself.” She put her hands on her hips, and looked for a second almost wise with her head held high… then she saw a kid in an octopus costume and charged them, ramming them over. “AHHH!!! Show yourself you, alien scum!”

“Mommy!”

Sonic shook his head, “Knnucckklless..! Sticks is being weird again.” Sonic leaned over his shoulder and called.

“I can take it from here…”

A hand lightly grazed his backspines and lingered over his shoulder.

Sonic froze with a jolt and watched the odd, spider-design laced gloves trace his curve and then flick off to carry his gaze down to the woman’s side.

“Sticks?”

The woman held herself with confidence, something Sonic had only seen in one… other… girl…

She placed a seductive hand on her hip and then flicked her finger out to call Sticks again. “Sit.” she instructed.

Sticks looked away from the kid she had pounced on and growled towards Amy.

“Hey! What makes you think you can-!” she wagged her boomerang at her, not like being ordered in such a way, before Amy took her hands and scratched under her ears.

“W-wo-woah, momma…” Sticks’s leg suddenly started tapping widely like an animal, as Amy lured her down to the ground and then got her to sit down.

“Now… play dead.” she rolled her over and Sticks lay with her tongue flung out to the side as if hyped up on catnip.

“I don’t know what you are… but it’s some kinda voodoo magic…” she mouthed out, still in her lulled sense of submission. “But I will find you.. and I will stop you..”

“Hehe, it’s me, Sticks.” Amy drew back her black hood with lace lining its surroundings.

Sticks turned to Amy with absolute shock, “Woah!” she stood up on all fours. “You gotta be kiddin’ me! I thought yous were a hypnotic witch!”

“Nope.” Amy rose up from her squat, as the boys gathered behind her and she removed her hood to reveal her patterned makeup was that of flowers, vines, and other natural beauties. “Mother Nature.” she turned to the men, “But having fallen from the natural law of things.. she now seeks to restore her throne… any means necessary.” she removed the draping cape from the front of her and placed it over her shoulders.

The men gasped, as the party music stopped and everyone’s eyes were on Amy’s amazingly detailed workmanship.

She swayed her hips out, acting older than her age and strut right by Sonic, turning to the DJ.

“Something I can move to, please?” She placed an elbow on Dave’s workplace, trying to act friendly.

“Oh, I don’t know… My mom said not to touch it so much… it can get temperamental..” he whispered the last part to her, worriedly.

She winked and leaned further up. “I’m sure she won’t mind… if I supervise you…”

He gulped and quickly fumbled with records. “This goes out to the only girl who didn’t hurl fruit at my face.” he then sighed and played a dancy tune.

Sonic snapped himself out from the effects of the pause button his brain had defensively turned on, but then he worried that Amy really was trying to steal the spotlight from him, and was angrily thinking of ways to make an outstanding comeback.

But before he could even get a thought in there, a group of men gathered behind him.

“Who is that?” “She’s gorgeous!” “I wouldn’t mind dancing with her tonight!”

Sonic shifted his head to them for a moment, before rolling his eyes and looking at Amy from the corner of his eye, shrugging. “Dudes, chill. It’s just Amy…”

“Amy~” the boys swooned, as Sonic– for some unknown reason to himself– panickily looked to each in awkward concern.

“Wait! C-come on, you guys, you… You know her!” he gestured back to her, dancing so carefree, before showing Sonic a mischievous smile and curling her fingers for him to join her.

The men slipped to the ground, “Yeah… I know her… in my dreams..”

“Ugh.” Sonic face-planted,… but peeked through his fingers at her seductive eyes.

‘What she playin’ at..?’ he asked himself, before pushing the dazed men back and walking briskly towards her.

“Whatever this is-” he started, “You’re not winni-NG!” he stuck a finger out at her before she took his hand and pulled him out on the dance floor.

Take a sip of my secret potion. I’ll make you fall in love~ For a spell that can’t be broken, one drop should be enough~ Boy, you belong to me! I got the recipe!

….And it’s called black magic~

For a moment, Sonic was awkwardly fumbling along with her, as she laughed and broke from her previous act.

She twirled under the raised hand she held up for him and then moved her back closer to his. She flicked some glitter that was in her hair out of her face and swayed back and forth with him.. flickering her eyes to try and look to his face but then away. ‘I can’t let this advantage just slip by me! This time- You won’t be able to back down from me, Sonic!’

“W-woah-hey!” Sonic was pulled along as she danced before a man swiped her out from Sonic’s forced dancing she was putting him through.

He spun away, before flailing his arms out to gain some balance and turned back to see her pushing away from the man

“Ugh, let me go, you creep!”

“Hey, toots. Just one dance, eh?” he wrapped an arm around Amy’s waist as she turned her head away from his and grimaced, annoyed.

‘I didn’t think I’d get this much attention… I just wanted Sonic to see me decked out, not for these guys to get fresh!’

Instinctively, almost as quickly as the man had done the action, Sonic had yanked the arm off from around her and thrust the arm away, causing the man to stumble back.

“H-hey, what gives?”

“She’s not your date.”

The record skipped to a halt as Dave looked down a second.

Rah rah ah-ah-ah! Ro mah ro-mah-mah, Gaga oh-la-la! Want your bad romance~  

He quickly and with great difficulty of ‘grace’, stopped the track.

“Are you.. her..?” the man pointed to Sonic.

“Dance partner?!” Sonic avoided in all seriousness, and did a breakdancing move to intimidate, before landing with flare.

The crowd cheered, especially Tails, Knuckles, and Sticks, who thought this was interesting.

“Come on! I bet you can’t top those sick moves!”

Suddenly, Sonic lost confidence when he saw the man and his boys start breaking out moves too.

Tails, in his getup, and Knuckles suddenly strode up behind him.

“Dudeittute!” he almost summoned them, but they folded their arms and nodded, doing their routine.

The dance battle went on before Amy stepped out, shocking everyone before Sticks joined and the Sonic gang all got together to push the man out from the dance floor, making him stumble into the punch bowl where the mayor got sprayed with the splash.

“Hoho, I seem to have been in the ‘punch-zone’ hoho!”

“is that a fact?” A fancy man with his fist raised smirked.

“Oh no! Last year’s runner-up!” he ran off as the other man followed him, “Oh dear!”

“Amy! That was-!” Sonic excitedly ran up to her, arms out as if to embrace her.

She smiled with a flutter in her heart, holding a hand to her heart before he stopped himself, and leaned back, growing shy and awkward, and scratched the back of his head.

“I-I mean… great moves back there.” he smiled, sheepishly.

She chuckled in a bit of nerves, shifting her eyes about after realizing he wasn’t going to embrace her and got equally as awkward as well. “R-right… thank you.”

So you wanna play with magic? Boy, you should know whatcha falling for~

The music started again as Dave cowered while it scatched the record as if devouring it in place before it setlled into it’s ring. The two stood awkwardly in front of each other, swaying on heels or bobbing with the music, pursing their lips, looking down or around behind them, hands either together in front of them or behind their backs.

“…Oh, dance with her already!” Percy cried out, as the twins pushed the two together, and they startled into each other’s faces.

They froze as they were so close, closer than any other adventure in their life… any other time in the milliena they’ve ever known each other.

Baby do you dare to do this? Cause I’m coming atcha like a dark horse~

“W-well… heh, shouldn’t spoil the party.” Sonic was frizzled up, his chest out to her before he calmed his body down and moved back a bit.

immediately, she stepped up, not wanting the distance to lengthen between them. “O-oh, sure! you should take my hand…t-then..” she dipped her head down a bit, her eyes staring with a nervous excitement into his.

They paused in the electricity around them… before Sonic gulped and took her hand. “I’ll lead.” he smiled, charmingly, and this time did, in fact, guide her to the dance floor again.

She giggled, swaying to the music.

Are you ready for, ready for~ A perfect storm, perfect storm~ Cause once you’re mine, once you’re mine….

They stopped, but not before Sonic pulled her closer and had his nose to the side of her cheek, staring as close they may ever go to looking directly in one another’s eyes.

There’s no going back.

(I took creative liberties and made this AU, hope that’s cool XD)

[jenniferlovesthebeatles]

Recurring Themes in Dreams?

I think a lot of times, I’ll have weird dreams that don’t really mean anything, and I usually just forget about them not long after I wake up. But lately...I don’t know, I’ve been dealing with a lot of feelings, a lot of which I haven’t specified on here because it’s very, very personal. But uh, some stuff happened today that just...really got to me, and I just kind of feel like talking about my dreams and getting some stuff off my chest, if that makes sense. So here goes...

Concert Date with Washu

Well, one dream that isn’t really necessarily related to any of these other dreams, but it just stuck in my mind, for some reason, was where I imagined that I went on a date with Washu (a YouTuber I admire a lot who does Let’s Plays of a lot of RPG Maker games). We went to a concert, and I can’t even remember what band it was, but all I remember was that it was a band that I didn’t even like/care about. But I went anyway because well, it was a date. And somehow Washu and I got lost in the crowd at one point, and by the time I found him, he had ditched me for another girl he just met. It uh...it felt weird. That’s not to say that he would ever do something like that in real life, Washu’s a cool guy from what I know about him (he’s even replied to me a few times on Twitter and in the YouTube comments!). It’s just something that happened in my dream, that’s all. It probably doesn’t mean anything.

Phone in the Car

Another dream that I had recently was where I was walking around a sort of grocery store with some random people, including my old babysitter from many, many years ago (her name is Lulu). And when I reached into my pocket, I noticed that my phone wasn’t there. I walked all over the place, looked around the parking lot and everywhere and just couldn’t find it. Then I thought, maybe I left it in the car. 

So I walked over to where the car I came in was parked. For some reason, the tires of the car were very tall, and the car was very high up (dream logic, I don’t know). I was going to try to get up there and see if my phone was in there, but Lulu stopped me and said I couldn’t go in there. I asked why, and she said (in these exact words), “Because there are people in there having sexual intercourse.” It was strange...I mean, it felt weird thinking about people having sex in a car that I was just in a few hours ago. And I certainly couldn’t intrude on their privacy, as inappropriate as it felt to me that they chose to do this in the parking lot of a grocery store. It was quite an inconvenience for me. So uh, yeah, that was one dream...

Train Ride

In the next dream I had, something similar happened, though the scenario was slightly different. I dreamt I was on a train with my mom, and we were getting close to the station where we were supposed to get off. But right as it was coming up, I noticed that I couldn’t find my phone. I looked around, searched to see if it had fallen on the ground or something, but I just couldn’t find it. Then when I looked up, I saw that my mom had already gotten off the train, and I was still on. 

I tried to ask the train conductor to stop the train, but he just completely ignored me. I could see my mom in the distance, getting farther and farther away from me - it actually looked like she tried to chase after the train for a little bit but gave up eventually. And that was basically how my dream ended, with me being stuck on that train, going and going with no clue as to where or when it would stop. 

High School Graduation

In the dream after that, I dreamt that I was going to my high school graduation ceremony. But for some reason...I wasn’t wearing a graduation gown. I was wearing a wedding dress - with mismatched socks also (more weird dream logic, I guess). My parents wanted me to pose for pictures with a bunch of old sentimental items, like stuffed animals and an old Bible I had in elementary school. Later we got in the car to drive to the place where the ceremony was being held, and I can’t remember all the exact details, but somehow at one point I ended up getting out of the car, and they drove off without me. I was standing at the edge of a sort of highway area, completely lost, and I don’t think I had my cell phone with me either. 

Then after waiting around for a while, basically just standing around and worrying about what I was going to do, one of those Uber cars randomly came up to me. And for some strange reason, George Takei was the driver, and he asked if I needed to get somewhere, and I said yes and got in the car. I don’t think I got any further in my dream than just riding in that car for a while. So I don’t know if I ever actually got to my destination, I don’t remember.

Isaac...

And then just last night, I had a dream that just...ahh, it just really gave me a lot of feelings. I dreamt that I went to this house to visit Isaac. He’s someone that I’ve mentioned often on my blog but haven’t really gone into much detail about, for personal reasons. I might go more into the specifics of our relationship someday, or I might not, I’m not sure. It’s all very personal stuff. 

But to give a brief description, he’s technically my ex-boyfriend now - we actually have dated and broken up twice, so...it’s a complicated thing. But the thing is, we broke up for some very unfortunate circumstances, not because our relationship or our chemistry was bad or anything like that. Quite the contrary, Isaac and I get along super well. We have a lot in common and just have a very deep connection, but things happened, and so now we aren’t able to be together. It breaks my heart that things happened this way...I just really haven’t been the same ever since our breakup - both the first and the second time. 

Anyway, going back to my dream, I met up with Isaac at this house. It was a big house with lots of rooms, almost like a mansion. It was a bit strange, I wasn’t sure what to expect, how I was supposed to act. At first, we smiled and greeted each other and acted like things were normal. He complimented me a lot, like he always does, telling me how cute I was and all that. I longed for him so badly...but I had to tell myself no.

Later that night, I went off to bed. And while I was sleeping....Isaac came into bed with me. I was lying on my stomach, and he um...he lay on top of me. I could feel him on my back...every part of him. I felt so turned on, but I didn’t want to act inappropriately, since after all, we technically weren’t dating anymore. But then he wrapped his arms around me and embraced me. It was so warm, so enticing, ohh...I...I couldn’t resist. I grabbed him and kissed him passionately. We held each other the whole night through...

The next day some friends came over. Some of them were his friends, and some were my friends. I introduced him to my friends, and I called him my boyfriend. And when I said that, he suddenly got so upset with me. He glared at me, and I quickly corrected myself and said that he was my ex-boyfriend. But it was too late. I could tell that he was just so offended by what I said. It was just...confusing for me. I mean, I know Isaac loves me, but he can’t see himself being the person that I see him as...if that makes sense. It’s hard to explain. 

But later on, his friends just expressed such disdain for me, since I had apparently disrespected Isaac in this awful way, I ended up getting kicked out of the house. I asked if I could at least have my stuff (my bag with my clothes and other stuff), but they said no. Even my own friends saw what I had done as this awful and irredeemable action, they didn’t want to talk to me or associate with me either. I felt so alone and miserable...I didn’t want to be vilified. I wasn’t a bad person. But it was like no matter what I did or said, no one believed me.

So those were some dreams I’ve had recently that felt particularly significant to me. I don’t know if it would be fair to analyze them and try to draw some deeper meaning from them. After all, dreams can have meanings, but sometimes they’re completely random and nonsensical and have no basis in reality. But these dreams...how they seem to have some similar underlying themes, I don’t know...maybe it does mean something. 

I think that overall, I’ve been dealing with a lot of stress and paranoia lately, worrying about losing things and the people who are the most important to me...Okay, I fully confess, I miss Isaac so badly, there are times when I can’t stand it. I shouldn’t want it. I know I shouldn’t. But I can’t help it. I love Isaac so, so much. But Isaac says he can’t be what I want him to be. He tried, I know he did. But he said he just couldn’t do it. I understand this, and I know it would be wrong to force him to do something he was uncomfortable with just for my sake. I’m just a fool for ever thinking there could ever be such a thing as a happy ending.

I woke up today feeling really depressed from that dream I had about Isaac. But I got out of bed anyway, got dressed, and went to church with my mom. Later we went out for lunch, but I still was feeling down. I opened up to her about some of the weird dreams I’d been having lately (not all of them, I only told her about the train ride and the high school graduation one). I wish I hadn’t...It probably really wasn’t appropriate for me to bring up, as she was in a good mood today, and she hates when I talk about depressing things (because she says it makes me so unpleasant to be around, and I don’t want to upset her, after all). But I just couldn’t get it off my mind. I wanted to be open and honest with her about my struggles and my feelings. After all, she’s my mom. She should be understanding of what I’m going through, right?

No...She got all upset at me, since we were at a restaurant and were supposed to be happy and having a nice time. I don’t know why I’m so sad. I shouldn’t be sad anymore. I know it does me no good. And yet, it just really seems like I’m not getting much better. I think I’m all right on some days, but then on days like today, it just really gets to me. In all seriousness, this breakup has left me traumatized, and I’ve been doing my best to handle my emotions and work on healing, but it gets so hard sometimes...I feel like I legitimately need to see a therapist for psychiatric help or something.

I’ve asked my mom about therapy a couple of times, but every time she gets super angry and tells me that I don’t need therapy because I have nothing to be sad or upset about. She says that I should be focusing on my schoolwork instead, and that I just want therapy so that I can “whine” about my problems, and so the therapist can put the blame on my parents. She tells me that I have so much to be thankful for and that I’m just not trusting God enough. She says these negative thoughts and feelings I have are the devil controlling me...

Okay, just to be clear about things, I’m a Christian, and I do trust in God to take care of me. But just because I have faith in God, that doesn’t mean that I don’t feel down or upset about things sometimes. Being depressed or getting stressed out or overwhelmed by things doesn’t mean that I’m letting Satan control me. I’ve never been professionally diagnosed with any particular medical conditions, so I’m not going to claim that I have anything for sure. I’m just saying that these are feelings that I struggle with, and I want to get help. I want to feel better.

Besides that, what good does it do to be condescending toward me and attack my faith and personal beliefs, especially when I’m feeling most vulnerable? It doesn’t help in the slightest. All it does is make me feel like garbage and want to just give up. I don’t even think I need medication or antidepressants - I know these help some people, but I personally don’t think my depression is severe enough to require it. And even if we can’t afford a therapist or whatever, more than anything I just want someone to talk to, someone to confide in when I have things I need to get off my chest.

But clearly my mother is not that person. She is hostile, cold, and callous toward me and my feelings. She says things like “That’s the problem with society these days, everyone’s so weak and overly sensitive! Back in my day, my parents were tough on us, that’s why we’re so much stronger than this generation.” And it’s just like...ugh, she just doesn’t understand. Sure, she grew up in a different era, but things were different back then. She refuses to even try to understand the struggles that we have to deal with in modern times. 

And worst of all, she completely dismisses my heartache and acts like my feelings are ridiculous, and she says just...awful things about Isaac, I can’t even say them, it’s so upsetting. I’ve tried over and over to tell her that Isaac is a good person, and that I’m just sad that things didn’t work out. But she tells me that he brings me down and has such a negative effect on me. She tells me I’m so weak, and that she doesn’t know where she went wrong as a mother...

I guess I am just a big disappointment...to everyone. I’m depressing and just such a drag to be around. I know that therapy isn’t an option for me at this point. I accept the situation that I’m in, and I do my best to cope with my feelings and try to find solutions and heal on my own. I want to be strong. It’s just that sometimes...it’s hard, that’s all.

[btsbloodtearssquees]

History: Part One

~ Requested 1 2 3 A ten year high school reunion brings back more than just memories...

The music buzzed around you as you shifted your fork aimlessly from side to side. You had sat here low in your seat for the past hour, having spent about half of that checking the time and the other half being entertained by your fake date Sam, or smiling nonchalantly at old classmates. The days leading up to the ten year high school reunion had been slow and painful; emphasising the dread that it produced. Now that you were here your expectations had been met. 

“You can’t have hated high school that much,” Sam mused, watching you with some amusement. “I didn’t. It was probably the best time of my life which is what makes this so humiliating. You see Sarah over there? Happily married with two beautiful kids. And Jared? Own music production company. Me? Local supermarket and flatting with parents.” “That’s nothing to be embarrassed by,” your date answered you softly. “You went travelling - I doubt many others here have been as far or exotic.” You snorted. “I bet they have. One of them’s a pilot, for a start…” There was a moment of silence as Sam attempted to think of a response, but you certainly didn’t expect to hear the chuckling that you did. “What?” He put on a voice. “‘Spain is absolutely stunning and the food is delicious!’” He put on a different voice. “‘Oh where did you go??’... ‘Barcelona El-Prat Airport.’” You rolled your eyes but couldn’t help but to laugh at that. For all having a fake date to make your life seem a little more relevant was the craziest idea you had ever concocted - or more accurately, your friend who had been trying to set you up with her brother for a few years now - he was actually pretty interesting to talk to. You could get used to his company.  “Y/N!!” Your were knocked breathless by Jasmine from your old English class as she gave you a hug, and then helped herself to the neighbouring chair. “Wow it’s been literal decades since we last spoke!” “Just one,” you corrected, possessing a fraction of her enthusiasm.  “You look great! What have you been up to all these years?” “I went travelling for about seven of them and now I’m back here, with my boyfriend,” you briefly touched Sam’s shoulder, “and am deciding what career to get into. What about you?” You asked to hopefully dodge the questions. It didn’t work. “Seven years?! That’s an awful long time… why seven years? Where did you go?” “Ugh… where didn’t I go?” You joked half-heartedly. “I just - got the travel bug.” She seemed dissatisfied by your answers, but you weren’t about to help her with that. Eventually she shrugged and focused on Sam. “It's nice to meet you…?” “Sam,” he responded elegantly with a firm handshake. She seemed to be picking up interest by the second. “And what do you do, Sam?” It was official. Jasmine was already eyeing off your boyfriend. Well, your fake boyfriend. It was typical of her. “I’m an engineer.” “Oh, really?” Her eyes widened exaggeratedly and she leant forward a little more. You could just see her brain ticking; strong, smart, and well-paid. And handsome. “Do you live in the area?” “Uhh, yes, actually…” Sam looked over at you as if to confirm that he was still treading safe water, at the same time as revealing his sudden uncomfortable position.  “Ohh that’s cute. So you two have been dating for a while, then?” The question startled you, having anticipated her to have just pretended like you two weren’t a couple. You inwardly groaned at the complications. Fake dating.  “I guess,” you broke in to save him the pain. “A few months.” She eyed you off. “It’s cute,” Jasmine replied in a voice that foretold otherwise. “Anyway, I better scoodle back to my own table. Hit me up for a coffee sometime.” You breathed out in relief as she Barbie-walked away and made a mental note to stay the hell away from her. Your thoughts shattered around you as Sam nudged your arm. “What’s up with her?” You began with a sarcastic laugh. “To cut the story short, she’s a pampered princess who used to be my friend until I got sick of her trying to steal everything - and everyone - away from me.” He furrowed his eyebrows in consideration. “You dated in high school?” You sighed loudly and looked away from him. “Yeah, a little,” you mumbled.  His curious look was lost on you as the speeches began and you officially zoned out.

-------------------- “The night hasn’t been so bad,” Sam noted; lights flashing over him as you danced together. “No, not horrendous,” you agreed. But it was beginning to get old. You wanted to get home. “Y/N…” he glanced down and cleared his throat, before looking back up with a vulnerable expression. You tilted your head at him in question. “Being your fake date has been an honour,” he stated simply. You chuckled and disinterestedly glanced around at the other dance couples. “It’s been exhausting, don’t you mean?” “No.” Even with the seriousness in his eyes, you were blind to what he felt. “We should continue pretending to date. Until - maybe one day you might… go on a real one with me.” Your heart spluttered over the shock his words produced. He was asking you out?! Was he just obeying his scheming sister or did he actually, genuinely… “Sam…” “Please consider it, Y/N. I really like you. I don’t know why I didn’t listen to my sister sooner.” “Yeah well any pushing from her and everyone just turns off.” He smiled, but still seemed impatient for an answer. You honestly didn’t have one for him yet. It had been so long since you had dated - ten years, in fact… “I’ll go get us some drinks,” he said, eventually relenting over your indecisiveness. “Don’t go where I can’t find you.” You smiled briefly and limply moved yourself off of the dance floor; a bit numb to the movements around you. His proposition had stirred other memories inside of you, memories you had been battling away all night. The memories which had determined a lot of where your life had ended up. “Y/N.” Your entire body froze. You couldn’t have let it get this far, surely… Now you were even hearing his voice? Slowly you turned around, only to freeze in shock again. “Jungkook?” Your ex-boyfriend. The one you had let go all those years ago in hope of helping him to achieve his dreams. Well he had, and it was for that exact reason you had never in a million expected him to be here tonight. “What are you doing here?!” His eyes softened as he looked at you in a way you wish he wouldn’t - only stirring up those memories further. “I wasn’t going to miss it for anything.” “But - surely your bandmates in Korea couldn’t spare you for so long. Your schedules, your practising…” “And yet I’m here,” he stated simply. “Yes,” you replied eventually. “You are.” He chuckled in amusement over your stunned expression before holding out his hand. “Would you like to dance?” You felt like you were in a ridiculous dream, and in dreams you always took the romantic option. So that is what you did. You took his hand and stumbled your way onto the dancefloor where you had just stood with Sam. You danced together silently for a while; the music was so loud that it didn’t feel awkward - although everything else did. Eventually he smiled down at you. “And how are you? What experiences have you to shock me with?” Being back in the company of your once best friend made lying about your life seem crazy and shallow. At least you knew he wouldn’t laugh at you like the others, although he may be disappointed. “Me? I’m okay. I’ve had so many experiences that I could never tell them to you all in one night - but to put it simply I’ve been to a good portion of the world and can speak several languages, and am now here with Laura’s brother posing as my boyfriend.” “Travel? Posing?” He raised his eyebrows. “Yeah, I know. It’s ridiculous.” Jungkook looked thoughtful. “You didn’t feel like keeping up the act with me?” A moment of panic rose up in your chest as you realised where he was going with this. You fumbled for an answer. “Yeah, well - I knew you would have seen through it.” He chuckled again. “How were your travels? They must have been intriguing if you’ve been to so many places.” “I learnt about and saw more than I would have previously cared to. Honestly it was the best thing I could have done… it helped me… to…” You trailed off as you realised the ground you were stumbling onto. Jungkook narrowed his eyes in concern. “Y/N?” “And what about you? How has your life as a K-Pop star gone?” He relaxed visibly. “Beyond all expectation. It’s so satisfying seeing how far we’ve come as a group; we’re topping the charts internationally and are starting to warm on the Koreans themselves.” He smiled. “Everyone’s great. The boys… they’re all my brothers.” “How much say do you get?” “A lot,” he responded without hesitation. “They want us to be involved in music writing and production.” “That’s really good,” you responded in surprise. “I really like our new concept,” he chattered away excitedly. “ARMYs are going to be impressed.” “ARMYs?” He looked at you in slight embarrassment and confusion. “It’s the name of our fanbase.” “Oh…” Jungkook cleared his throat, putting his hand up on your shoulder and the other taking hold of your other hand. You moved along awkwardly to his swaying. “Remember when we used to mock dances like this?” “No,” you replied warningly, knowing what he was thinking of doing. “Surely you do,” he deliberately stepped into you and then fell back two steps in feigned lost balance. “And then we would just…” he stepped back again except this time to break into a weird sloped idiotic dance you couldn’t even describe, topped off with his ridiculous facial expressions. “Jungkook!! These people are civilised!” You scolded in humiliation, trying not to laugh but failing. “Do your part!” He urged. “And bring attention to the fact that I’m back dancing with you again?” “No one will mind. It’ll just be like old days again! Come on…” He stopped long enough to give you a look that closely resembled that of a pouting puppy dog. When you shifted from his gaze in defeat, he immediately scooped your arms back up and began the exaggerated moves. People’s eyes were quickly on you two, and you felt the comments riding around the room about you two idiots being back together again. And suddenly you saw Sam. “Uh it’s getting late,” you broke into Jungkook’s fun and felt horrible when he released you with a look of disappointment. “My date,” you nudged your head toward Sam in the corner subtly and watched the realisation dawn on Jungkook’s face. “Oh. He doesn’t look too happy.” “Would you if the only person you knew was off dancing with someone he will by now know as the only person I’ve ever dated?” Jungkook stared at you. A blush crept up on your cheeks as you realised just what you had said. “You haven’t dated anyone else?” “I -” “Come on,” he led you through the crowds which parted for you like Moses and the Red Sea. Apparently you were the talk of the night. You relaxed once he had led you outside and stopped on the front steps. “You should look out for my new music video,” he said softly. “It comes out on the 16th, but shh!” He quickly held a finger to your lips. “That’s top secret and you didn’t hear it from me.” You smiled gently. “Did you see the music video where I had to punch Yoongi Hyung?? It was awesome!! I -” He broke off as he saw your face. “What?” “Jungkook… I haven’t seen any of them, I haven’t heard any of your music, I haven’t followed you.” He swallowed in stunned silence and hurt. “I couldn’t bring myself to. You have to understand - following your success would be a daily reminder of what I gave up and why.” He looked as if he would have stepped forward right then and there and took you in his arms. But technically you were strangers of ten years. “I’m here for five days,” he announced quietly, ignoring your confession for now. “I wonder - what are you doing tomorrow?” You looked away. “I’ll be busy.” “Y/N, please. I won’t get this opportunity again.” “Exactly! Exactly,” you repeated more softly. “I don’t want to relive the old times for it to end the same way.” “It doesn’t have to end that way.” He watched you for several heavy heartbeats. “You never went to Korea, did you?” Slowly you shook your head. He dug his hands into his pant pockets. “Well…?” You shrugged under his careful gaze. “So what are you doing tomorrow?” A small sprout of happiness grew back inside of you, beginning to tug at your lips. “You know where to find me,” you told him, walking away back inside and feeling his grin beaming on you until he was out of sight. ------------------------------------------- It took me almost three weeks to write this horrendous excuse of a story :P. I’m really sorry about that... I found it incredibly off-putting having to write the entire thing from my phone so I kept putting it off until I finally got onto a computer!! I understand if you request more to the story because I didn’t quite hit on the feels yet, but I felt like you deserved to at least read what I had! As I said, feel free to request another part. I’ll be working on the other Jin request in the meantime :). - Dolceice