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cadykeus-clay · 5 years ago

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remember a few days ago when i said i was writing a collection of mismatched scenes of all the times that I think jester and caleb should have just kissed on the mouth? hehe :)

“Caleb, can you hear through it?” she’s yelling, head tilting and eyes squinting as she looks at the one-way glass he’s just apparated in the middle of the hall. She leans in, scrunching her nose and sticking out her tongue a little as she detectives. “Can we come into it?”

He grins, he can’t help himself. “Only you.”

“Do we just hit the side of it or -”

Her fingertips press through the barrier, disrupting the near-transparent bubble with a ripple and he reaches out his hand for hers, guides her in. Her mouth makes the cutest little oh! shape as she passes through and she can see what he’s seeing.

“Caleb. This is so COOL!”

The grin hasn’t dropped from her face, and it spreads infectiously across his.

“I’ve been working on this for weeks,” he says, smacking his legs with triumphant fists.

Her grin gets even wider, sharing in that joy. A few more silent moments pass, as she takes it in with awe.

“So, can anyone come in, or like, only people you like, or … ?”

He thinks for a moment, grins slyly. He sticks a finger out, just barely missing her nose. “You can come in.”

She leans towards him, returning the affection he seems to be offering. She gets close to his face, on purpose. She likes making him blush. “That means you like me.”

Blush he does. It’d be near impossible not to - they’re alone and unseen together, and she’s leaning towards him, her grin pushing up the freckles on her cheeks he’d love to try and count. And he’s tired, exhausted, barely functional. He’s got no strength left to carry all the layers he usually hides himself behind, but it’s alright, it’s only Jester looking anyways.

She hasn’t pulled her face back yet, like she’s waiting for him to do something. Tease.

Even after everything they’ve both seen these past few days, fear seems gone for just a second. They’re safe inside their shell, and no one’s watching. It would be so easy to just lean down, steal a moment to remind her that he cares, remind her that he’ll always care, remind her that he did this to keep her safe, take her mind off why.

It would be so easy ...

******

II.

“Can we like. Stick things through the bubble?”

“Uh. Ja, you can put your weapons through it, but no magic can come in or out. But you can leave and come back any time you want.”

“Okay. Just checking.”

She tries to hide the wince in her face as she nods a bit too heartily, jostling the half-healed slash across her chest left from panther-like claws. He notices. She notices him noticing, notices the way his brow furrows even deeper.

“But, please. No walkabouts when we are sleeping, okay?”

He looks up at her through those drawn-together brows when he says it, pleading more than he really needs to. She learned that lesson. But it’s still sweet to see how much he cares.

He’s been caring a lot lately, come to think of it. Chatting with her on the boat. Checking in. Making sexy jokes when they’re supposed to be stealthing. Doing a very bad job of hiding his attempts to make sure she laughed at it.

“I’ll stay right here. I promise.” She settles back onto her hands, hoping it’ll bring a little relief to the pain starting to spark across her ribs.

“Well. That’s good enough for me.”

And he pauses for a second, just a second, like he’s giving her an invitation to double down on that promise, make sure he knows she knows someone cares, and who someone is, and that someone else cares back.

It would be so easy …

******

III.

When she was little and read a lot of fairy tales, she’d often think about kissing a beautiful boy in a beautiful room full of paintings and tapestries and a billion things on shelves that glittered just to be pretty, and the light would somehow be reflecting off all of them at once, and his shirt would be off for reasons, and it would be glorious.

The tunnel they're in can’t really constitute as a room, but the way the crystals shimmer even in the dim glow of the Dancing Lights, rippling all around them is arguably better than shiny decorations. Caleb certainly can constitute as a beautiful boy. After all, she’s just admitted he is neither stinky nor dirty anymore. And arm wraps aren’t quite the same as a shirt, but he has taken part of his clothes off in front of her.

Creepy snails and the third day without daylight weren’t her romantic vision, sure. But. She feels safe here, with him, and she hopes he feels safe with her. She had meant what she had said, a few days back, when he spilled his fears and his history on the floor of their wagon. She didn’t think he was a bad person. And the way he looked at her when she said it, man, he wanted to believe it. He wanted to believe it so bad.

She ought to let him know. She ought to tell him, again, that she believes in goodness in him. She believes in love in his heart. She ought to tell him right now, in this glittering cave with his heart and arms bare before her. She ought to tell him in a way where he can’t argue back ‘cause his face will be preoccupied.

It would be so easy …

*******

IV.

“YOU GUYS!”

She practically burst the door to their new ally’s house down with excitement when she got back, holding out the little striped carrying box in front of her like it’s the coolest loot they’ve ever found. She bounces on her toes, making it hard for anyone to get a real look at the confections inside.

“What do you have?” he asks, knowing she wants to tell him.

“Cupcakes!” she beams back.

“A lot of them, or?”

She flips the lid up and pushes her nose nearly into the icing topping as she examines the haul. “Well I have thirteen here, so … one, two, three -”

He almost says the numbers along with her. Counting things and making Jester smile are both muscle memory at this point.

“ - six, so good! That’s one for each of you and the rest for me!”

He looks in the box properly now, the counting having slowed her jitteriness enough for him to try and piece out flavors. There’s some dark ones that could be chocolate, but he doubts it, and some that are paler, dotted with blue. He reaches for a blueberry one, and takes a cautious bite.

“Caleb,” she says, pouting, and he’s worried he wasn’t supposed to try one, “you are Missing. Out.”

She sticks her face in towards him, to make sure he can get a good look at this reprimand. She’s got a little bit of icing stuck in the corner of her mouth.

“You can get blueberry cupcakes anywhere.”

He keeps his eyes trained on her, longer than he really ought to, but he’s trying to figure it out.

Is that a challenge, Lavorre? Is that a promise?

It would be so easy...

*******

She has to get up on her tip toes to reach the shelf where they keep the scribing paper, pulling the stack towards her so she can count out sheets.

“About 300 gold?”

“Mmm.”

She counts out the sheets, thumbing them forward into a little pile that she pulls apart, before stretching up to push the rest back onto the shelf. She turns on her heel and marches for the front counter. He lingers a moment to straighten the pile on the shelf, and trails after her.

His gaze is buried in the inside of his coat as he searches for his coin purse. His hands are still buzzing, just a little, from where she held them earlier and promised him she’d be at his side. He can’t stop thinking about it. It’s distracting him from getting his coins.

The distinctive clink of metal on countertop jerks his gaze up just as he reaches his hand in for the first coin. She’s already dropped the gold in a neat little pile, pleasantly smiling at the clerk as she snaps the clasp on her purse shut.

“That’s very generous of you,” he says, hand still frozen holding his own money.

She swings around, flashing a thumbs up and a grin. She holds it a little too long for comical effect. Of course, he snickers.

She turns to the paper on the countertop, making to gather it in her arms, but he starts, and she turns back to face him. He’s frozen there, hand just barely outstretched for her, mouth agape like he was going to say something.

What is there to say? What can he possibly say to her, to repay everything she’s ever said to him? What can he say that’s worth the sound of her laugh, and the way her tongue sticks out a little when she smiles? What’s worth the way she brightens up a room even when she’s grumpy, the bubble to his gloom?

What measures up to a tap on his shoulder as he turns to leave his study, and hands in his as she swears, with the most somber honesty he’s ever seen, that she watched him face what he could have been, tied up like a feral beast in a prison cell, and she stares in his eyes and tells him it’s ok, she saw it and loved him even through it, and then bought him presents afterwards just because?

He’ll never deserve her, he swears.

She’s still looking at him, expectantly, and his mouth is still stuck open, and his hand is still halfway between the two of them. Maybe it’s just him, but the memory of her holding it seems to be burning even hotter.

He tries to say something again, and the words aren’t coming out. She’s still waiting on him, expression starting to tip towards worry as he tries and fails to express just how overflowed his heart is right now. He can’t say it but gods, she ought to know how much she’s worth to him. Maybe he can just show her. He’ll tell her later.

It would be so easy …

******

VI.

The hallway is orange. Pale, warm, sort-of-translucent orange, swirling about her in patterns of lollipops and unicorn hamsters. Her own spells wrapped in the tender grip of his magic, handed to her with something like reverence.

I believe, he had said, I have no choice.

He’d done little things like this before, casting spells to make her and everyone else happier, letting her play with his cat because it made her smile. But he said he’d been working on this for weeks. Pouring time and sweat and his precious paper into making this thing, just for her. Everyone liked to tease her about the Traveler and how it was totally a cult, and usually she let it roll off her back, even if it stung a little on impact. And Caleb was here, telling her he took her belief in the Traveler at face value, simply because it was hers.

I don’t know anything about faith, he had said, I am learning from you.

He was a suspicious man. She knew that. He held grudges, and he mistrusted, and he had every right to. And yet all these months, he’s been putting everything he had in her hands, sure that she would not drop it. She would hold it as gently as she could.

I am the transmutation wizard, he had said, but you are the one who changes people.

How was he supposed to know that was what she was afraid of, leaving no mark on the world at all? How was he supposed to know she made art everywhere she got the chance to in hopes that she would stop being erased, start existing outside of one little room and a handful of people?

He wouldn’t have any reason to, except for he knew her so well, better than nearly anyone. He could tell when doubt was crawling up out of her gut, spilling its black tendrils from her mouth and across her eyes. He could see when the veneer got scratched, and he knew how to brush it just so, so it looked okay again. He knew how to comfort her.

“It’s beautiful.”

She knows it’s barely anything, but she doesn’t know what else to say. It caught her by surprise, and she’s reeling a little in the aftermath of seeing just how far he’s willing to go for her.

He says something else, she barely processes, but it’s enough to get her babbling about some kind of performance. She trips over her words a little, she’s just so excited. He can tell, he smiles, and that just makes her heart jump even more.

“But you have done so much for m- for all of us,” he says, and he’s not sneaky.

For me. She knows he was going to say it. For me.

Tears are almost brimming in her eyes, happy ones, and he put them there. Done so much for her, she thinks, has he counted how much he’s done for me? She’s clasping her hands at her mouth, trying to keep all her feelings from coming out at once.

He doesn’t know the half of it, everything he’s done for her. To make her feel safe, to make her feel smart, to make her feel seen, to make her feel believed in. He doesn’t know it at all, and yet the hallway is orange as a testament to how much he’s done, and she can’t let the sentiment go unreturned.

It would be so easy …

*******

VII.

“Didn’t go as well as you were hoping?”

His voice seems to startle her, as if she’d forgotten in her sadness that there were other people around her. He knew the feeling.

“In some ways it went better?” she says, doubting it even as it leaves her mouth. “But. No.”

His face softens. It’s the only thing he can do, really.

Her breath is coming out shaky.

“I can’t speak for him,” he starts, offering what little encouragement he can, “but you do have us.”

“I know,” she answers, grateful even through the sadness.

“So, whatever you land on. Jester.” He stops for a second, letting her name linger in his mouth. “We will make it happen.”

She nods, curt, tears still pricking in her eyes. “I have to figure out what I want to land on.”

He laughs, hollow and breathy, what else is there to do. He starts to reach his hand out for her, and catches it, his own hesitance getting the better of him.

He knows what he wants her to land on, he’s known for … longer than he really cares to admit. He knows he’d follow her to hell and back, that’s why he’s here on this island with her.

He knows how hard it is to love without a compass to direct it. He knows that moonlight makes selfishness a much more appealing color.

It’s dark, and he’s hopelessly in, and she’s searching for a place to not be so alone. He could show her a place to land.

It would be so easy …

******

VIII.

He’s holding it out to her, a black ball clutched between his fingertips, just a little iridescent in the blazing sun overhead. He’s grinning, and his eyes are bright. He looks so happy, for just this moment, with a pearl in his hand.

Forget the water pouring down their faces as they come up from the murk, plastering their hair to their foreheads at odd angles. Forget the wrench in both their guts about the monster brewing beneath their feet and in their minds. Forget the clothes sticking to their skin in all the wrong spots. Forget the sounds of their friends arguing twenty feet back.

She jumped in the water with him for a reason, because he wanted pearls, and she wanted him to be happy, and he’s holding one out to her right now because he is, and that’s all she could really ask for.

Maybe it’ll be extra wet and slippery. Maybe it’ll taste like salt and seaweed and that weird fish stink that all bodies of water seem to have. Maybe her hands are covered in sand and they’ll get some in their mouths and it’ll be disgusting.

Who cares? She jumped in the water with him and he’s happy.

It would be so easy …

******

IX.

The funny thing is, when she was little, she actually planned her wedding in this room. The canopy bed would double as the altar, gauze draping about them and the window lighting them from the back as they knelt with their hands together, wrapping them up with silk ribbon as someone spoke some formal rites. Mama would sit in the guest of honor chair at Jester’s desk, a tear running down her cheek as she watched her baby girl marry the love of her life.

Now Caleb’s in here with her and she’s realizing there’s no good angle to get the window backlight and be in full view of her Mama.

He’s lying down on the bed, because she told him to. She’s flopped down next to him, squirmed up into his side with the excuse of “small bed” but the intent of “I like the way I rest against your side”.

He’d commented on her array of books - she knew he would. She may or may not have pulled the smarter looking titles up to the front a few visits ago, just in case.

He’d looked at her artwork too, spanning the walls in all its multicolored glory. He’d bent down to get a good look at her earliest, shittiest paintings. But not in the way where he wanted to see how bad they were, to laugh at. In the same way he looked at new artifacts they’d picked up along the road, as he traced his runes for Identify. Like he was trying to glean a missed history out of them, to get to know just a little bit more about what was in front of him now.

So she’s curled into his chest, careful with her horns, wrapping her hand over his to point out every last detail. Her other hand falls to his stomach, her fingers brush his, and neither of them pull away.

She always figured they’d fall like this, her and her husband, backward onto the bed after the ribbon was knotted to finalize their union. They’d be too happy to stand and they’d just collapse at each other’s side, and they’d plan their honeymoon like this. Pointing out places they wanted to go in her little snapshot of the cityscape, nestled into each other’s chests.

Caleb’s enraptured, she can hear excitement in his breath, and she’s more than a little pleased. She didn’t know people cared this much about her art, about her childhood, about who she was before she became who she is. She hopes she has all the time in the world to tell him more.

She’s still on his chest, their hands are still touching, even though she’s finished pointing out the painted landmarks. She’s kissed a lot of imaginary boys in this room.

It would be so easy …

******

Spinning with her arms out, feet tracing circles in the snow, they haven’t even made it to the dance hall yet and she’s already waltzing like he taught her all those months ago in a scroungy gnomish bar. The cold is bringing a flush to her cheeks and god damn it, it’s cute. She’s humming.

They could get inside where it’s warm, where they don’t need to get close for heat but they do anyway. Wrap an arm around her waist and take her hand in his. Keep her close enough to hear her giggle with each twirl he leads her on. Get drunk off her smile alone.

Find a far corner where the music is softer and they have space to just sway together. Write new memories over old, equally as sweet, slightly less bitter. Look at that smile that won’t have faded since before they stepped through the door. Run his fingers across her jaw, save this moment in tactile too. Lean down in slow motion, as she stretches up.

It would be so easy …

******

XI.

“What are you drawing?” he asks, not even looking up from his spells. He’s grown comfortable with having her in his space.

“A cup of hot cocoa.”

“Are there dicks in it?”

“No, just two very lovely marshmallows.”

His head lifts up at that, gazing at her with the gleam he’s been giving his runes. He’s trying to figure her out.

“Shnuggling up next to each other,” she continues. “With consent.”

“We’re not talking about grass are we?”

“No. I’m talking about marshmallows.”

“Marshmallows?” The gleam in his eye grows a little brighter. He leans a little closer. “I thought there was a hidden meaning for a second.”

There’s a reason why she sat down here, why she wanted him next to her as she thought about love and commitment, and telling people things after all these months. There’s a reason why he didn’t start as she settled at his side. There’s a reason why he’s looking at her with a cocked grin on his face, sure of himself, in a way that he so rarely is.

Maybe she wanted him to figure her out. Maybe she’s been trying to get him to figure her out for a while. He’s starting to turn back to his spells, so maybe she needs to get even a little more obvious.

It would be so easy...

******

XII.

She knocked on the door with her heart already in her throat, but the second she stepped through the door and saw him looking over at her, tired but welcoming, it started to settle back where it belonged.

“Caleb. Will you cast tongues on me? YouknowImeanthespell,” she said, rushing words out because her heart was starting to leap back up again. “I just want to read the book.”

He nervously tucks some hair behind his ear. “I could read it to you, if you want?”

She knew he’d offered before, but she’s still surprisingly happy that he’s done it again. “Okay.”

He stands, wiping stained ink from his fingers on his pants as he leaves his desk, gesturing her over towards his fireplace. She swears as she walks over the flames get a little taller. She’s always liked it warmer than Caleb does.

She flops down onto the couch, wiggling a little bit to get comfortable. She pats the seat next to her and he obliges. She holds the book out and he takes it from her, so very gently, and she can’t tell if it’s just the way he treats books, or the way he treats her, or both.

He clears his throat as he prepares to open the cover, glancing over to make sure she’s ready. She scooches a bit closer, resting her cheek against his shoulder, you know, to see the pictures better, and hums to let him know he can start.

He talks to her in a quiet kind of voice. It’s soft, and it makes his chest rumble, and it feels like home. She could close her eyes and fall asleep here, and she can bet he wouldn’t even get up and risk disturbing her. She nearly does, but he’s stopping every few sentences to show her the pictures, without her even asking, he just knows she wants to see them. He’s pointing out the hidden cat on every page. She loves that he still remembers where they all are.

“That was a happy story, Caleb!” she says, mostly to his shoulder, because she doesn’t want to move from where she’s nestled herself.

“Mhm,” he agrees. “That’s why my mother read it to me.”

“I really thought, like, the cat prince was going to trap him in there forever, and then he wouldn’t be able to go and see his mother.” She cranes her head up now, propping her chin on his arm, stabilizing herself with arms she was barely aware she’d wrapped around his waist.

“Well,” he says, turning his head towards her and finding their noses nearly touching, “a lot of Zemnian stories do end that way.”

She laughs, he smiles, and neither of them want to move.

“The Cat Prince kind of reminds me of the Traveler,” she muses. She buries her face back in his shoulder as she talks, squeezing her arms a little tighter around him.

“It’s true, isn’t it?”

It’s a question only in technicality. The way his voice sounds as he says it, she can tell. He’s read so many stories, he could have picked any to leave in her room, but he chose this one about a boy and a bedroom and a magic cat and a brief escape, with a happy ending. He knew she’d ask. He wanted her to.

She’s glad she did. She’s glad he knows her so well. She’s glad for the way he turned up the fire to make her comfortable. She’s glad for the smile that’s still on his lips, lasting longer than his smiles usually do. She’s glad she’s here with him, after everything they’ve seen and heard and done. She’s just glad.

Gods, she’s so in love with him.

It would be so easy.

fin.

#widojest #jester x caleb #critical role fic #critical role #alex writes #i may or may not edit and put this on ao3 later but for now its just here #also fair warning may have typos in it i didn't get a chance to fully edit bc i gotta go to class in 5 minutes

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dawnhardn · 4 years ago

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INTRODUCING... DAWN HARDIN

stitch by stitch, i tear apart if brokenness is a form of art i must be a poster child prodigy

Name: Dawn Hardin

Gender: cis woman

Age: forty-four

Sexuality: bisexual

Height: 5'4

Home District: capitol

Status: stylist

TW FOR FULL BIO: infertility, loss of body autonomy, hospital mention, mention of bugs.

i. of growing up

The mystery that has plagued her entire life is this: Dawn doesn't know her beginning. She knows all about the day she was adopted, oh, that's the part her parents boast about; her entire childhood, all she heard about was how she was saved. Only a toddler when she was plucked from District Nine, with nothing but scraps for clothes and a small pendant on a necklace with Nine's symbol, she doesn't remember much. She doesn't know where her story begins, nothing before that fateful day when she stumbled into her new parents' arms, kicking and crying, a child begging to be loved. Sometimes, when it's really quiet at night, she thinks she can still hear the wheat rustling with the gentle wind.

They were fine folk, her parents, but they had a hard time differentiating between love and possession. She grew up having everything she could ever want when it came to money; the prettiest dresses, the accessories, the hairs, the coolest toys and all the books her arms could carry. And they gave her attention, too. They gave her tenderness, sometimes. They loved her, but in their own way. She always needed to prove herself to them, she was always scrambling for their acceptance. She was their shiny trophy, the poor girl who had to be grateful to be living such a luxurious life, the lucky one, out of so many other less fortunate orphans. They never let her forget that, and despite loving them, too, she was always aching for something more.

When she's young and they push her to work in the Games, she obliges, like she always does. The yearly horror show often makes her avert her eyes from the television, sure, but she can pull her lips back and offer a smile and lie her way through this. Styling was the easiest option to stay far enough away from the carnage, and although it protected her from having to consider some of the more dreadful aspects of the Game, it didn't keep her from mourning every single loss. Every kid that wore her creations was held so dearly to her heart, even when she was just starting. The motherly instinct she felt towards them was something she couldn't hold it in if she tried. The pain of loss never gets easier to face, no matter how much the pile of bodies under her grows.

ii. of loving

She grew up thinking love was a fighting game, one step out of line and you lost it. She thought love meant buying shiny things, and parading around parties, and choking back tears. She had partners in her teenage years, silly flings here and there that never went anywhere, and she thought that was it. Love wasn't unconditional, love wasn't for everyone.

Like a moth who couldn't find a flame, by her young adult years Dawn had accepted that she was destined to flap her wings around the darkness aimlessly until she tired herself out. And despite all this emptiness, she still carried her heart in her sleeve, a safety hazard as much as it was her biggest strength. Her hands always ready to help someone in need, she was always scrambling to give out the kind of unconditional love she never got from her parents, an empty cup pouring itself to fill others.

Then, she met Aeron. He was kind, and gentle, and he might as well be the Sun itself for the way he warmed up every room he walked into. The connection between them felt immediate, something sharp and undeniable, like the stars had always known their names. Dawn feels as if she can breathe for the first time in years.

She was born to be a mother, she knows this now. She'd grown up mothering every living thing that passed her way, and for a while there, she thought that would be enough; taking care of tributes, taking care of friends, taking care of fleeting lovers. But once she meets Aeron, she realizes the itch runs much deeper. It's a consuming desire, electric all through her body, how badly she wants to have children running around their house. Little ones to climb up the tree in their backyard, and draw on walls, and fill up the house with laughter. Aeron wants to be a father, too. Everything works out perfectly in her life, until it doesn't.

iii. of fighting

She can't dedicate herself to a family while she's still overworked by the Capitol, so when she puts in the request to retire, it's only because it feels fitting. She has an excuse to be let go, and they have an excuse to find a better stylist to put in her place. Someone more passionate, someone with more drive. She's already twenty-eight, she's sure there are handfuls of much younger, much more talented people out there they can choose from.

They don't let her retire. While at first, she thought she was offering them a perfectly balanced way out, now she realizes she was begging. And they hadn't obliged. She'll never forget the way Aeron's face fell when she told him the news, and the way he'd marched out of their house the very next morning, to fight for their future. To fight for her.

The next day, when she comes back home, exhausted and longing for her partner, she notices his coat isn't hanging by the door. There aren't any pots on the stovetop with dinner ready, waiting for her. There aren't extra shoes by the door, no notes on the fridge. She rushes to their bedroom to find none of his clothes in their closet, his toothbrush, his medicine, everything he ever touched, gone. Wiped from existence. She would've thought herself completely insane if it wasn't for the ring still on her finger, his initials written into it.

That's the message they send, to warn her never to stand up again. They send silence. No matter how many times she asks, they never tell her what they did to him. She can be on her knees, she can be pulling her hair out; she has barged into offices screaming until she had to be dragged away by security, and they still never give her anything. Nothing except a few more threats to remind her of the leash they have around her neck. They tug, and she follows.

iv. of giving up

There's no way around it, she knows, and once she understands that, something in her dies. She settles for the reality of never having her loved one back, and it kills her, too. If before she was a searching moth, now she has been caught by the capitol, her delicate wings pinned to an exhibitional board and drying out.

She continues working for them, and with every passing year, she's less and less inspired. The critics drive into her, looking to sink their teeth into easy prey, reminding her she's doing a terrible job any chance that they can. These jabs never work their way under her skin, because there's a state of numbness after she accepts the loss of Aeron in her life. Her dreams, her love, her everything, gone so quickly, ripped from her arms without notice. She has no hopes of him even being alive.

There's numbness, and it's almost uneventful because of it. She feels like she's barely living anymore, simply surviving to get by, pushing one foot after the other to keep moving. There's a spark of wrath somewhere, a flicker of red in the darkness of her chest that leaps around every once in a while, but her own dullness doesn't let it thrive. Another year passes, another Games she works on. That year, when she's sending her kids off to battle, her vision fails her.

She can't remember collapsing, but it must've been what happened. One minute she's within the Game headquarters feeling dizzy, the next minute she's waking up in a doctor's office. Her body shakes with shivers, her hands are as pale as the gown they have her wearing. The staff looks at her with pity, their eyes avoiding hers like they're hiding something. They speak in terms she's never heard of, and they're not direct when she demands to know what happened, but the gist of it is this -- there's more pain for her to carry in her life. She's been poisoned -- they don't tell her how --, and the substance has rotten her insides. She's pushed out of the hospital with the diagnosis of a lifetime of migraines, occasional shaky hands, and the inability to ever have children. That's when she understands the message they're sending.

And she feeds the spark in her chest until it turns into a forest fire.

v. of loving ii

When she loves these kids, now, it's almost out of spite. That's the one thing the Capitol can't take from her, the one thing they've tried beating out of her when they killed her spirits. They almost succeeded, too. They made her feel weak, hopeless, nothing more than an undead carcass dragging herself around without a goal. She won't let them do it, ever again.

So she loves the kids. She doesn't turn away from the screens anymore, she feels every splatter of blood, she cries for every death. She loves them endlessly, and without reservation, and without fear. She offers warm arms they can run into, and a shoulder to cry on, and a caring hand to push their hairs back. If the Capitol wants to kill her for this, then so be it.

She'll accept death knowing she went down with a goddamn fight.

#intro ;;#could not resist the urge to pick this dumb gif #tl;dr she's the local mom with a sad backstory!!!#still working on sliding into everyones dms pls hold!!

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ficsandcatsandficsandcats · 5 years ago

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Road Trip : Punk!AU

Fandom: The Witcher Pairing: Punk!Jaskier x Reader, Punk!Geralt x Punk!Yennefer Word Count: 5,238 Rating: T Taglist: @heroics-and-heartbreak @whatevermonkey @mynamesoundslikesherlock @magic-multicolored-miracle a/n: Here is the long-awaited update to our series! It’s a big one but I hope you all enjoy it! Part V will be coming from @heroics-and-heartbreak sometime in the future so keep an eye out and let us know if you want to be added to the taglist!

Part IV – But Where’s Your Heart?

{Part I}{Part II}{Part III}

Something was very, very wrong.

Jaskier was sitting shotgun while Yennefer rode behind him next to Y/N. Aevryn and Win still sat in the far back but no one spoke much. Geralt had music playing from his phone but no one sang along. It seemed like a white noise intent on covering up the awkward silence but everyone knew better. No one was talking, though. Jaskier had tried to ask Geralt about it when they pulled over at a rest station but his trademark stoicism was back with a vengeance and he shrugged him off. He’d tried to talk with Aevryn who just plastered a smile on her face and when he broke through that she just told him to let it be. Yennefer approached him first, having watched him try and get answers from the others, and told him plainly to stay the fuck out of it.

“Shutting out your friends isn’t very punk rock of you, Yennefer!” he’d called at her retreating back. She flipped him off without so much as a glance back and Jaskier made up his mind.

“There,” he said, pointing to a spot on the map.

“What’s that?” Geralt asked.

“Chicago. We’re going to Chicago. We’ve been driving without so much as a World’s Biggest Yarn stop. I know it’s called a road trip but you are actually supposed to get out and see things once and a while,” Jaskier explained. Geralt rolled his eyes and shook his head.

“Aevryn, what do you think?” Jaskier asked, calling back to his friend who looked up from her phone with a startled expression. Yennefer didn’t turn to look at her, but Aevryn felt her gaze all the same.

“Sure, sounds good,” she said. Jaskier brightened a bit and turned to you.

“That’s one vote in favor, Y/N, I know you’re with me?” he asked.

“Of course!” you said quickly. You’d picked up on the odd vibe in the van and it had begun to pick at you, making you think about and face your own insecurities and doubts when you’d really wanted the trip be a fun, breezy distraction.

“That’s three, Win?” Jaskier asked, shooting her a charming smile.

“You know I’m up for a good time,” Win replied. Jaskier turned to Geralt holding up four fingers triumphantly.

“And when did this become a democracy exactly?” Geralt grumbled.

“Since I said so,” Jaskier retorted.

“Oh very democratic of you, don’t recall voting on that,” Geralt muttered.

“Think of it like this, Geralt. You all are Parliament but I am the Queen,” Jaskier replied giving the drummer a magnanimous grin.

“Infirm and needing to be overthrown as soon as possible?” Geralt retorted.

“Oh for fuck’s sake Geralt are you going to Chicago or not?” Yennefer snapped. You and Jaskier shared a wide-eyed look and then quickly looked away. Geralt stiffened in his seat and you thought the steering wheel may break in his grip. Another silence settled over the car but when the sign for the exit came, Geralt turned onto it without a word.

-----

“Navy Pier!” cried, arms thrown open wide as your little group stood at the entrance.

“Where’s the bean?” Aevryn asked, looking up from her phone where she’d googled Chicago just to try and remember which of the states that was.

“No bean here,” Win explained, threading her fingers through Aevryn’s, “Lots of other cool stuff though. My parents took me here when I was a kid. We gotta go on the swings.”

“Swings?” Aevryn asked, giving her a bemused look, “We have swings in England too.”

“Not that kinda swing, babe,” Win said with a little wink and then, a little pointedly, “You’ll have to put the phone down while we’re on it though.”

Yennefer looked intently out towards the ocean and you felt another thread of tension wend through the group. Aevryn and Win set off and you heard Win asking, “real quick, how do you feel about heights?” as they disappeared into the roaming crowd of tourists.

“Hey,” you said, turning to Jaskier, “I have an idea. How about we pair up and take on the park. Divide and conquer, you know?”

“Um,” Jaskier glanced at the group and then back at you, “I mean… yeah…”

“I’ll go with Yennefer!” you declared, a look of relief immediately coming over Jaskier’s face.

“Alright Geralt that leaves us!” he said, walking over to his friend who grunted in response. You took Yennefer’s arm and walked off with her, trying to decide what would be the perfect activity to do with the coolest person you’d ever met.

-----

Yennefer clutched the golden pole sticking out of the bright, teal dragon she sat on. You squeezed the center of the brown horse you sat on and held your arms up as you had when you were a little girl.

“Look!” you cried, pulling Yennefer’s attention to you, “No hands!”

She laughed, looking relaxed and happy for the first time in days. She shifted in her seat so she was sitting side-saddle, rising and falling as the carousal wound its way in a circle.

“Admit it, you thought it was gonna be lame but it’s really fun going back and doing the stuff from childhood,” you said with a smug grin.

“This is my first carousal ride actually,” she admitted.

“Oh… does England not have…?”

“Oh, they do,” she said with a laugh, “I just didn’t go out much. My foster parents weren’t big on trips.”

Your stomach flopped with the motion of the carousal horse and Yennefer saw you freeze in a way she was used to people doing when she let slip that she’d been a foster child.

“They weren’t abusive, they just had too many kids to wrangle to the fair and stuff. It wasn’t bad,” Yennefer insisted.

“That’s cool,” you said, nodding, uncertain what else to say.

“Also, I didn’t think this was going to be lame. You had me at ‘you can ride a dragon’,” she said with another smile that lit up the usually cool, impassive face.

“Hey,” you said, trying to sit side-saddle as well and nearly falling off the horse, “We don’t have to talk about it, but I just wanted to check in. Cuz things aren’t ok. And you should know that you can talk about it if you want. I won’t even tell Jask, swear on MCR’s entire discography.”

You said this with a solemn face, holding your hand up as though you were in court. Yennefer considered your words and you held your breath, wondering if she might actually confide in you.

“What would you do if Jaskier and you broke up?” she asked. You blinked, the words hitting you like a bucket of ice water and sinking deep down to the thoughts you’d been fighting against.

“Um. Well… cry?” you offered lamely.

“Would you still travel with him or would you go back home?” she probed.

“Well, I would probably go home. I mean, that’s gonna happen anyway, right? I still have school to finish and this isn’t… we haven’t really talked about what happens next,” your voice trailed away and your nails chipped at the golden paint of the pole you gripped a bit tighter.

“Oh shit, Y/N, I’m sorry that was a senseless question,” Yennefer apologized, jumping of off her dragon steed to walk over to you.

“You can’t do that!” a kid yelled behind her. Yennefer shot them a baleful glare then turned back to you.

“Hey,” she said, “You and Jask are great. Whatever you’re facing you’re going to do it together. It’s different for you. You… you really have something, you know? It’s not like… I mean… It’s not…”

Her voice trailed off as well and she held onto your horse, the swirling of the carousal suddenly hitting her as well. You took a deep breath and looked at Yennefer, a fierce determination in your eyes.

“Once this thing stops you wanna go eat just a fuckton of corn dogs?” you asked.

“What’s a corndog?” Yennefer asked. Your eyes widened and she grew nervous at the intensity in your eyes. Apparently she would be learning what a corndog was very, very soon.

-----

Geralt gripped the rock in his hands, muscles rippling beneath the loose, white tank top as he pulled himself higher. He was only halfway up but that still left him a good 12 feet above ground. He took a deep breath, a sense of relief flooding him as he rose above the pain and problems that awaited him back on earth.

“You’re doing great!” a voice called somewhere below him a good six feet, “Well done Geralt!”

Geralt peered over at Jaskier who gripped the piece of rock with white knuckles and frowned.

“Why did you do this, Jaskier? You hate heights,” Geralt called down.

“I do not! Well, I didn’t know that I did,” Jaskier amended, marveling at how relaxed Geralt seemed while hovering above the earth in a way humans were surely never intended to be. “Anyway it seemed like something you’d enjoy and I was right! Look at you! You almost look human!”

Geralt shook his head but Jaskier could see a hint of smirk in the corner of his lips. It spurred him to climb a bit higher, Geralt watching with concern that did not help Jaskier feel any better about things. When he was about eye-level with Geralt’s knee he paused and looked up into his friend’s amber eyes.

“Alright Geralt, talk to me,” he said between gasps.

“Was this your plan? Isolate me in the air and get me to talk?” Geralt asked, looking almost a bit proud.

“Well that’s one way of putting it. Another is that I would help my friend relax and hope he may open up to me a bit,” Jaskier replied. Geralt looked up to the top of the wall and back down at Jaskier, a dangerous smile on his face.

“If you can meet me up there, we’ll talk,” he said, and turned to start climbing, scaling the wall with a nearly inhuman nimbleness while Jaskier sputtered and then set his face, determined.

“Alright you bloody bastard I’ll show you that Julian Pankratz doesn’t back down from a challenge,” he mumbled. Geralt looked out across the pier, the cool breeze of the air blowing his hair back and cooling the sweat off his face a welcome balm. Somewhere out there, among the millions of people, Yennefer was walking around. He wondered if he looked right now he could find her, seemingly always drawn to her no matter how much they tried to pull away. His musings were interrupted by the sound of a familiar voice calling his name. He looked down and paled as he saw Jaskier gripping a rock much closer than he’d expected. He’d thought Jaskier would give up and head back down and Geralt would get more of his quiet contemplation. Instead his friend had apparently taken the challenge in earnest. It hadn’t felt like a long way to climb when it was just him but now that he saw Jaskier hovering over the earth it was a dizzying expanse and he quickly climbed down where Jaskier stood. He knew that his friend wasn’t weak by any means but his arms trembled, from exertion or fear he couldn’t tell.

“Jaskier,” Geralt said, gripping one of Jaskier’s arms.

“Oh hello Geralt I was just, uh, well I looked down which was deeply stupid of me and now I seem to be paralyzed,” Jaskier replied, a slightly manic smile on his face. His breathing was a bit shallow and Geralt locked eyes, amber seeking sky blue.

“Jaskier, the only way at this point is up. I’m going to get you there,” Geralt said, speaking slowly.

“Cool cool cool brilliant but the part where I’m paralyzed, Geralt, what of that?” Jaskier asked.

“Just stay focused on me, alright? Take some deep breaths with me.”

Geralt helped Jaskier slowly deepen his breathing and once that was done he began to talk to him about random things, trying to distract him.

“So, is the road trip everything you’d hoped?” Geralt asked.

“Well it was before everyone got so weird,” Jaskier said, pinning Geralt with a meaningful look.

“Hmm,” Geralt replied.

“I’ll make a deal with you Geralt,” Jaskier suggested, the sly tone in his voice making Geralt very suspicious, “I will climb a bit more with each answer you give me.”

“That’s extortion,” Geralt argued.

“Are you in a position to barter?” Jaskier asked.

“Are you?” Geralt bit back.

“C’mon, Geralt, we both know you’re hating this more than I am. And that’s saying something because gods knows I’m hating this with every fiber of my being,” Jaskier argued. Geralt took a deep breath and nodded tersely.

“But I have the right to refuse the question,” he said. Jaskier nodded in agreement and thought about what to ask, not wanting to shut him down by asking the bigger questions too quickly.

“What do you think of Y/N?” he asked. Geralt blinked in surprise, relieved to have an easy question.

“I like her,” he replied, “She doesn’t suffer your bullshit but she’s also good to you. She fits in with the band well.”

“I like her too, a lot,” Jaskier said, a dreamy smile coming over his face. Geralt looked pointedly at Jaskier who remembered his side of the deal and took a few tentative steps, Geralt watching him carefully though he knew that he was strapped in a harness that would prevent any lasting damage if he fell.

“Who’s a better musician? Me or Valdo Marx?” Jaskier asked, his tone fierce and his blue eyes steely.

“You,” Geralt answered quickly, “Where the fuck did that come from?”

“Just checking,” Jaskier answered, seemingly distracted by his anger at Valdo as he progressed up the wall farther than Geralt had expected, stopping a few feet from the top.

“What is one thing we haven’t done on this road trip that you want to do?” he asked. Geralt furrowed his brow, thinking over the question. He only really wanted one thing anymore and he couldn’t have it. All other things felt small in comparison.

“I want to put my feet in the ocean,” Geralt said, trying to figure out a thing that may be nice. Jaskier’s face lit up and he crossed the last bit of wall, sitting next to Geralt at the top.

“I can do that, Geralt!” he said excitedly, “We can go right after this!”

“Jaskier you did it!” Geralt said. Jaskier looked around, suddenly realizing that he was no longer clutching the side of the wall. He took in the beautiful view and exhaled slowly.

“Well I guess I did,” he said offhandedly before turning back to Geralt, “Seems I have one last question.”

Geralt ran a hand through the silver hair he’d tied up in a bun, pulling some strands out as he did.

“Geralt, what is going on between you and Yennefer? I don’t need gross details, but I want to know what’s happening,” Jaskier implored. Geralt knew it was coming but it didn’t make hearing the question any easier. Jaskier waited patiently, hands in his lap as he left his friend the silence he needed to ponder his answer.

“I proposed,” Geralt said. Jaskier’s eyes widened.

“Oh that’s – Oh, ah,” he said, is excitement shifting to pained sympathy as he realized that it must not have gone well.

“Last year,” Geralt added.

“What?”

“Yeah,” Geralt nodded and sighed deeply.

“And she…”

“Said no.”

“Right.”

The two men stared out at the pier as Jaskier chewed over the words in his mind, trying to decide what to say next.

“Geralt, why didn’t you tell me?”

“What? Oh hey Jaskier, I asked Yen to marry me, she said no and also broke up with me,” Geralt said sarcastically.

“Yes, sure, why not? We’re friends, Geralt, friends share these things,” Jaskier argued.

“I guess I’m not really sure how this all works yet,” Geralt mumbled.

“What, friendship?”

Geralt didn’t answer but Jaskier understood his silence.

“Well… fuck her, right?” Jaskier asked, trying to sound confident in his declaration. Geralt glared at him.

“It’s not her fault,” Geralt said, “I’m not mad at her. Well, I am. But I’m also not. It would be easier if I was just angry.”

“How have you worked together so well? I mean there’s been fights and awkwardness, sure, but you both still show up,” Jaskier said.

“Of course we show up,” Geralt replied, “We’re not going to abandon you, Jaskier.”

Jaskier laughed and blinked back the tears that the words brought to his eyes. Geralt glanced at him and then quickly looked away.

“So, uh, where does that leave you now? I mean is there any chance that you’ll… I dunno. What do you want?” Jaskier asked once he’d composed himself. Geralt closed his eyes, remembering the feeling of her skin, still able to conjure her sweet scent and the sound of her voice in his ear. She was always with him and somehow never fully there.

“It doesn’t matter what I want,” Geralt said, “Not if she doesn’t want the same things. And she doesn’t.”

“Well that’s… balls,” Jaskier finished lamely.

“Yeah, it is,” Geralt agreed. They shared a sad smile and looked out onto the pier where Jaskier’s eyes fell on something that made him sneer.

“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me,” he bit out.

“What?”

Jaskier pointed to a billboard in the distance. It was a black board with two initials in emerald green: VM. Below it was a date 07.31.21.

“Ugh, I almost forgot he was releasing an album. I don’t like it, Geralt. Its smug aura mocks me,” Jaskier complained. Geralt chuckled at his friend’s vehemence but shared his dislike for the advertisement.

“Well that’s ruined this air, how do we get off this damn thing,” Jaskier grumbled and Geralt moved quickly to help his friend over to where they could begin their descent, moving away from the all-seeing eyes of Valdo Marx.

-----

Aevryn screamed.

The world spun below her, legs dangling in the air as she was thrown around in a large, yawning arc and she screamed louder than she had in her entire life. She screamed out of sheer exhilaration at the weightlessness and adrenaline pumping through her veins. She screamed for the frustration she felt at Yennefer and herself and Valdo and nearly everyone in her life. Most of all she screamed because it felt like the only thing she could do right now that wouldn’t cause someone pain. When the ride slowed she tilted her head back and closer her eyes, bidding farewell to the reprieve she felt from her problems. Once reunited out of the ride gates Win pulled her into a hug.

“Are you ok?” she asked.

“Yeah that was great! Why?” Aevryn asked.

“You just screamed a lot I was worried you’d been trying to look brave for me when you agreed to ride it,” Win replied. Aevryn planted a soft kiss on Win’s cheek and looked into her eyes.

“You’re so sweet,” she said. She knew it wasn’t fair to compare Valdo to anyone but she had to admit it was clear between him and Win who was kinder. Then again, it wasn’t about Win or Valdo, really. It wasn’t a competition. That’s not how love worked. Aevryn slid her hand in Win’s and walked her over to a bench that looked out onto the ocean, steeling herself to have a conversation she hadn’t been expecting to have until the end of the tour. As soon as they sat down Aevryn’s phone vibrated in her pocket but she forced herself to leave it alone. Win looked into Aevryn’s sea green eyes and pulled her in for a kiss, cupping her face as she pulled back to look her in the eyes again.

“I release you,” Win said dramatically.

“What?” Aevryn asked.

“Aev I know what’s about to happen,” Win replied with a little smile, “I’m not dumb. I know that the ex is in the picture.”

“It’s not that s-”

“Babe,” Win said, giving her a look that halted Aevryn’s attempt at an explanation, “It’s ok. We knew what this was when we entered it and while you’re an amazing woman, I’m gonna be ok.”

Aevryn worried her lip between her teeth as she considered what Win said, wondering if anything really could be this easy.

“Are you sure?” Aevryn asked. Win nodded and patted her knee.

“Do you wanna talk about it?” Win asked, nodding to the phone in Aevryn’s pocket.

“Not really,” Aevryn answered, though a part of her desperately did. She didn’t have Yennefer to talk to anymore and while she trusted you, she was afraid Jaskier would somehow find out. The fewer people who knew the better.

“Ok,” Win said, “Then we won’t. But the offer stands.”

“You’re a really good friend,” Aevryn said sincerely, heart filling with gratitude. Everything felt out of control but Win remained the eye of the storm, a calm reprieve amidst the chaos.

“I really am,” Win emphasized with a playful smile that made Aevryn laugh. “Did we make plans to meet up with the others?”

“Uh I don’t think so, let me see if Jask texted about it,” Aevryn said, pulling out her phone.

@valdomarxofficial: My new album is coming out tomorrow. I hope you’ll listen to it, even if your music tastes have changed.

Aevryn sighed and Win pulled out her phone to text you about plans instead as her friend typed back.

@aeverona: just bc Im with vicious mockery doesn’t mean I hate your music, Valdo. Ive always loved it. That hasnt changed.

“We’re meeting up at the Ferris Wheel,” Win said.

“What?” Aevryn asked, looking up at her. Win smiled and shook her head.

“C’mon,” she said, standing up and holding out her hand for Aevryn’s. Aevryn let Win lead her through the crowd, trying to pretend the buzzing of her phone didn’t send a jolt through her heart as she made herself leave it alone as they made their way to the looming Ferris Wheel.

-----

You and Yennefer arrived at Wheel first, Yennefer holding an untouched corndog. Two hands covered your eyes and you could smell the telltale cedar that followed your boyfriend around.

“Guess who,” he sang into your ear.

“Geralt we have to stop meeting like this,” you joked. Jaskier swatted your ass and pulled you around to face him, pulling you in for a kiss. Geralt walked up, the flannel he’d tied around his waist to climb back on his shoulders as the evening air cooled. Sunset began to creep across the sky and it was lovely. It also escaped Geralt’s notice completely as Yennefer walked up to him and thrust out the corndog.

“What’s that?” he asked.

“It’s a corndog,” she said, holding it out like an olive branch.

“What do you… do with it?” he asked. She smirked at his confusion as though she hadn’t asked you the exact same question when you’d handed one to her.

“You eat it,” she said. He shrugged and took it from her hands, fingertips brushing against each other’s in the briefest caress, and took a large bite. He chewed for a bit, face ponderous for a moment.

“If nobbad,” he mumbled through a mouthful of cornbread and hotdog. Yennefer chuckled and Geralt softened, happy for a reprieve from the tension though he knew it was only a matter of time before it was back.

Jaskier pressed his forehead against yours, nose brushing against yours.

“I missed you,” he said, sky blue eyes gazing into yours.

“I missed you too,” you said, tilting your head up to plant another soft kiss on his lips.

“I have a plan for some alone time but we’re going to have to engage in a little celebrity pandering,” Jaskier said.

“I don’t care if you have to buy the whole park to do it, I want some time with you. But I mean. Don’t actually do that,” you said. He smiled and kissed you again, taking your hand in his and walking over to where Aevryn and Win now caught up with Yennefer and Geralt.

“Alright gang, I hope you’ve all had a wonderful day, I nearly died no fewer than 27 times as Geralt will attest-”

“He was perfectly safe.”

“As I was saying, I am a hero among men and I have missed you all but not as much as I’ve missed Y/N so I am going to do the thing we always promised each other we wouldn’t do unless there was a dire need,” Jaskier announced dramatically. You and Win exchanged confused looks while Yennefer, Geralt, and Aevryn exchanged judgmental ones.

“I am going to name drop,” Jaskier said. “I am going to offer a selfie, I am going to offer a review, I am going to whore myself and in turn all of us out for a shot at getting one of those brilliant blue buckets for Y/N and I to share alone.”

“Just go fuck in the porta potty like a normal person,” Win said, rolling her eyes.

“Bro,” you said, sound betrayed. Win just shrugged but shot you an amused smile.

“You realize once we’ve done that it’s going to be a madhouse,” Yennefer argued.

“I do,” he agreed, “But we will sneak out and run away. After I sign a few autographs. Maybe take a few selfies. Agree to host a few karaoke parties…”

“Jaskier!” Aevryn cried.

“Kidding!” he argued, though you could tell he wasn’t. “Anyway, I felt it was only fair to warn you before I go do this. I will try and keep you out of it if possible but all’s fair in love and war and at a carnival, you’ve got a bit of both. Ooh that could be a lyric maybe…”

He walked off with you before anyone could protest further. It turned out to be much easier than he anticipated. The operator of the ride knew him on sight and was thrilled at his offer of a selfie as well as a generous tip. The next bucket came down and the two of you climbed on, trying not to feel bad about the people left waiting in line. Jaskier wrapped an arm around you and snuggled in close, holding your head against his chest as the bucket slowly rose in the air.

“Wait, you hate heights!” you said, sitting up so suddenly you nearly gave him a black eye.

“Oh I’ve conquered that fear today,” he said casually, wrapping an arm around you again, “Speaking of, what did you and Yen get up to today? Any new piercings I should be warned about?”

He peered at your waistband and you shoved him playfully.

“No! We rode the carousal,” you replied.

“Really? Oh man what I wouldn’t give for a photo of that,” he mused.

“It was actually really nice. We just talked,” you said and then your heart sank as you remembered what you’d talked about. Jaskier sensed your mood drop, pale blue eyes lined with kohl giving you a meaningful look. You took a deep breath and shifted to face him.

“Jaskier I…”

“I love you.”

Jaskier blurted out the words that sat between the two of you, lingering in the air like the sweet scent of cotton candy and salty tang of the ocean.

“Oh,” you said, uncertain what else to say. Well, you knew what you wanted to say, but it wasn’t that easy.

“It’s ok,” he said, “I mean, say what you need to say I just… needed you to know that.”

He looked down and his hands, still holding one of yours, and you lifted a hand to cup his face. He leaned into it, pressing a kiss into your palm, the soft, chestnut hair brushing against your fingertips.

“I love you too,” you said, because it was true, regardless of the unanswered questions. His eyes rose to yours and saw a mix of fear and relief.

“I feel like people are usually happy when they confess their love for each other but… you don’t look happy. What is it, love?” he asked, the endearment hitting you harder now that the full weight of the word stood behind it.

“I love you so much,” you said, fighting back tears, “But… Jaskier what happens next?”

Jaskier took a deep breath and looked down.

“We keep saying we’ll deal with it later but we’re running out of later, Jask. Summer’s almost over and I’m scared… I’m scared that this is just going to… I don’t know. I’m not sure,” you mumbled.

“Yes you do,” he said, looking back up at you, “You’re scared that you’ll go back to school and I’ll go back to LA and we’ll try and keep in touch and visit but it’ll peter out.”

“Yes,” you admitted, “That’s exactly what I’m scared about. And there’s really no way around it because you have your life and I have mine and I’m not going to give up school.”

“Y/N I would never let you do that. I’d never support the choice, anyway, not for me,” Jaskier insisted, “But I’ve been thinking about it and I have an idea. It wouldn’t mean no time apart and it wouldn’t mean that our lives wouldn’t still be busy but… I’m willing to do what it takes, Y/N.”

“What’s your idea?” you asked, wiping away the tears that had fallen despite your best efforts, smearing your eyeliner in a way that you were sure was ghastly but Jaskier’s eyes remained just as filled with love and adoration no matter how much of a raccoon you became.

“Seattle’s a pretty big city. A lot of great opportunities for musicians there,” he said. Your eyes widened as you realized what he was saying.

“Jaskier you can’t just up and move,” you cried.

“I can, though! That’s the thing about being rich, you can literally do whatever you want pretty much. It’s actually a bit terrifying. And I know what you’re going to say and yes, I’ve talked with the band. And I talked with Andrzej when I first had the thought and he said it’s possible. But I want to respect your space as well. So if this is something that would be too much or you don’t want me that cl-”

You cut off Jaskier’s words with a kiss, pressing yourself as close as possible. He deepened the kiss, tongue sliding between your lips as you nipped at his bottom lip. When you pulled back for a breath he kept his forehead resting against yours.

“I want you as close as I can get you,” you said, “I don’t care how creepy that sounds, it’s true.”

“Gods I love you,” he murmured.

“I love you too.”

“I love how that sounds,” he said with a little laugh, “I love love.”

“Ok we’re getting gross we have to pull it back,” you said. He nodded in agreement and settled on kissing you again and again. Outside the bucket the world rose and fell, the sun waned and the tides turned and a thousand questions and choices and uncertainties waited for all of you. But in that little bucket, Jaskier in your arms, you knew deep in your bones that you would find a way through.

#Road Trip:Punk!AU #Punk!Jaskier #Punk!Geralt #Punk!Yennefer #Punk!Jaskier x Reader #Punk!Geralt x Punk!Yennefer #Vicious Mockery #Vicious Mockery AU #The WItcher AU

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btswishes · 6 years ago

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BTS Reactions: Them falling in love with you again after waking up from surgery with temporary amnesia caused by the medicine.

A/N: That vid was super cute!!!

Requested by: Anonymous

Request: “ hii, I watched a video of a men that was with amnesia and fell in love for his wife still in the hospital and it was sooooo cute af and I thought if you could make a reaction of the boys falling in love for their gf after an amnesia??? thank youu💖 “

Jin:

You kept holding his hand trying to clam him down, after his voice was getting louder and more hyper after each minute. Finally his face turned towards you. He said as loud as ever “Nice to meet you!But do you know who I am madam!?” he swung his arm in the most ungraceful was possible. You shook his hand and smiled. Before anything could leave your lips he yelled

“MR WORLDWIDE HANDSOME AT YOUR SERVICE!” you giggled “I know, I have been dating you for 4 years now stupid.” Jin stopped talking and his eyebrows shot up to the sky “Me? You been dating me for like...” he tried to count to four on his wobbly fingers, showing you 5 of them. You gently reached out and tucked in his thumb “4 baby, not yet 5.” “Oh wow,wowwwww, you pretty, like wowww.Do they call you worldwide gorgeous? CUS THEY SHOULDDD!”he was becoming too loud so the nurses decided to give him some medicine.That didn’t stop him from swinging his arms around the place” Hey hey nurseeeeeee nurseeeee! Bring me some of your finesttttt water for my LOVELY GIRLFRIEND here!”

Min Yoongi/Suga/Agust D:

Yoongi was one special patient, he wasn’t loud, he didn’t yell, he just kept looking in one spot on the wall and sitting there like he was figuring out the meaning of life.

You leaned towards him and your head popped in front of him. “You ok honey?” After his eyes were focused on you, you sat back down and waited for him to say something. Low key you wanted it to be funny, so when he snapped out of it you could tell Yoongi.So far nothing was happening.

All of a sudden he turned onto his side and leaned his head onto his body, flashing you a smirk. “So, you come here often?” you wanted to burst out laughing, but tried to act serious to see how far he was going to take this “I am here with my boyfriend.” “Oh really?Ditch that bitch and come hang out with a real man sweetie.” you placed your hands onto your lips whispering “Yoongi!”he shouldn’t be cussing at a hospital, yet you were kinda hiding your smile behind your palms too. “I will tell you a little secret,come closer.”so you did “I am one of the rappers in BTS. Min Yoongi.”you sat back down looking as amazed as you could act “Oh really? But I can’t ditch my boyfriend because that is you.Want me to ditch BTS’s rapper?” he pointed at himself and you nodded. A couple of minutes silence followed before he smirked “You know, I told you your boyfriend is the coolest dude sweetie.”

Jung Hoseok/J-hope:

Hoseok was laughing so much when they brought him in the recovery room with you. The moment he saw you sitting there, he stopped laughing and waved shyly. You waved back and he started giggling and hiding under his covers. From time to time he would peek from under them and hide again. “Miss...?”he asked shyly “Yes?” “By chance are you single?” “No, I am not.” “Oh....” all of a sudden he let go of the blanket and looked down a bit sad. He wasn’t moving or reacting, so you thought it was from the medicine. A couple of minutes later you heard sniffing and low and behold he was crying.

Worried you jumped off your chair and pulled out some tissues “Why are you crying? Are you feeling ok?” he sniffed “It hurts.” this made you very worried, but before you were about to call the nurse, he pointed towards his heart. “It hurts here.” “Why does it hurt there Hobbi?” “Cus, cus *snif snif* you are sooo pretty and and I wanted to take you out, but you have a boyfriend and you dont like me.” cupping his cheeks, you kissed his cute nose “Honey, angel you are my boyfriend. No one else is as important to me as you are. I don’t like you, I love you.” “Really?” you nodded. Lets just say he told everyone that walked in ,that you are his gf, one very proud baby over here.

Kim Namjoon/RM:

Jooni was one hilarious mess. He was saying so many random facts, that most of the people could swear he was some kind of professor or teacher. He was looking all over the place, telling anyone and everyone stuff they probably didn’t want to know about, but with the medicine he took before the surgery it was understandable. “Nams, honey don’t be so loud people can hear you outside.” he looked at you and pulled out his glasses, placing them gently onto his face.

“You are quite correct my lady.” “Thank you.” you were surprised he listened to you so fast “Where are my manners. My name is Kim Namjoon, rapper of the well known group of musicians BTS.I am sure that you might have heard of us at some point with your, might I say, very lovely ears.” you were shocked by that sentence “Honey are you ok?” “Judging by the matching rings and the lovely names you are calling me, we are a couple. So tell me my love how does wine and a nice restaurant sound to you? Just the two of us ,enjoying your beauty?” he was trying to act like a detective and gentleman at the same time “Is there anything I can say that will stop you from doing that?” ”Not at all. I now shall proceed to explain the details of our meeting.” which he did.

Park Jimin:

Jimin was one of a kind when things like this happened. You were waiting to film him, but he took longer than expected and sadly your battery died, so you had to pull out a power bank. The doors soon opened and the nurses brought in your boyfriend, as drugged out from the medicine as he can be. You tried to turn your phone on but it wasn’t working. “Hey nurse nurse!” he called out and the woman stepped back in again “I think I am in the wrong room. I don’t know this girl.” for a moment your heart felt heavy “Jimin! How could you say that!” “Miss, you are sooo pretty I am sure that if I knew you I would have already asked you to date me.”

Your eyes were the widest they have ever been. The shock, followed you laughing out so loud that you made the boy jump “It’s true, but you already asked me out 4 years ago and I said yes.” “So, if I asked you to marry me...would you still say yes?” “PARK JIMIN! I don’t want talk like that when you are still high from your surgery!” “I went to surgery ?” he started poking his leg “Oh wow I don’t feel anything.” the nurse told you to just let him poke his knee, better than having him talking about such stuff right now.

Kim Taehyung/V:

Taehyung was awfully flirty with you. He couldn’t speak much since the doctor was still in the room. But this guy was winking at you, flashing smiles and random smirks. You found it extremely funny. Each time you giggled under your nose, it fueled him to continue with his childish teasing.

The doctor walked out and you decided to break the silence ”Anything you want to tell me? Or you going to continue winking.” “Oh sorry about that. You were too pretty to look away. I wasn’t winking actually, I was trying to take a mental picture of you to remember, but I don’t think it will do your beauty justice.” he looked towards you and closed both his eyes making a clicking sound “There now I have at least 20 pics of you. Under what folder do you want me to put them? I have 6 names in my head, you chose one you like.” “Let’s hear them.” “ Would, You, Go, Out, With, Me.” “I have a better name Already, Am.” he looked shocked at you, that face didn’t change till the medicine weared off. The boy couldn’t believe that he was dating someone so pretty.

Jungkook:

When the nurse left Jungkook with you he was so shocked. His mouth was wide open and his finger slowly lifting off the bed pointing at you. You were a bit surprised but waiting to see what gold he has in store for you.

Youtube made you believe that everyone coming out of surgery says stupid things. 1 minute passed than 2, 3, 5 he wasn’t saying a word. “Um...everything ok with you?” “You are an angel?!” this would have made you spill your drink on the wall, floor anywhere if you had one .

“What?!” “Yeah....you are so pretty.....such a pretty angel.” “Jungkook I am flattered, but I am not an angel honey.” “Oh..” he looked a bit disappointing ,yet calmed down. It wasn’t even a second before he swung his head back towards you “I know what you are doing.” he smirked “You are not supposed to tell any human that you are here. Don’t worry I will keep it a secret. So...how did you get in here?” you pointed at the door, answering him completely normally. “Oh cool cool. So how does this all work? Does heaven send the most beautiful angels to Earth?” he was jumping a lot so you were worried about his IV

“Honey, don’t move so much you just had surgery.” “Surgery ?Oh I know! You must be my guardian angel. Waaaa so pretty.” “No, babe I am your girlfriend.” you tucked him in, since Jungkook was obviously slowly falling asleep “No wayyyyy. I am dating a pretty angel...such as.....yourself.....no,,,way....” he was out cold in a matter of seconds. Hands down you could bet that all the boys would kill to see a vid of Kookie like this.

sorry for this gif XD XD scroll down for the better one

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buckyscrystalqueen · 7 years ago

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Matching Crazy: Part 4

Pairings: Negan x Reader

Warnings: Swearing, PTSD, Fluff, Angst

Word Count: 2,656

Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3

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“Hey (Y/N).” One of the Sanctuary’s regulars, Mark said as you and Regina stood behind the bar on a slow Wednesday night. “How come you never make drinks?” You glanced over him as you restocked the back wall of liquor bottles from the stock in the back so you could be ready for the new shipment of inventory due to arrive in the morning.

“Because I don’t.” You giggled. “I haven’t been a bartender in like three years.”

“Oh, come on.” Another regular, Scott, said as he swirled his scotch on the rocks around his glass. “All bartenders have some kinda trick up their sleeve. Let’s see it.” You smirked as you looked over at the pair of gentlemen before continuing your gaze up to your co-worker.

“Hey, I showed them the bottle tossing.” She said as she added two more bottles to her side of the bar. “It’s your turn to entertain them until Dean gets ‘off work’.” You sighed as you looked at the bottle of blue Hpnotiq in your hands.

“Alright fine.” The two guys cheered and toasted their drinks as you put away the two bottles in your hands and turned toward the bar. “Now, it’s been years since I’ve done this, y’all so bear with me.” Regina smirked and shook her head as she continued to work while you set up seven shot glasses and a silver tumbler on the bar. You poured ingredients slowly, being careful not to get the first layer of grenadine on the sides of the glass and making sure that the pineapple juice was poured on a big spoon over ice.

“Alright, here we go.” You said as you topped it off with an ounce of vodka and a bit of slowly poured blue Curaçao. You grabbed a strainer and poured the layered drink out, creating a halfway decent rainbow of shots. The guys cheered loudly, as if it were the coolest thing they had ever seen and after a moment, you gathered all the shots to pour back into the tumbler to toss out.

“Y’all need to find a better form of entertainment.” You laughed as you dumped the drink down the drain and stepped over to the register to comp the contents out. You had barely tapped the screen when a shot rang out in the bar, echoing through your mind like a haunted scream. Your right shoulder lurched forward from the impact of a bullet going through your shoulder, and your head hit the edge of a close hanging shelf, violently.

“Get down!” Regina screamed as the bar filled with automatic fire, shattering the bottles on the wall and causing glass and liquor to rain down onto the bar floor. She scrambled across the floor, and tackled you to the ground so you wouldn’t be shot again as flash backs began to strangle your consciousness.

“No.” You said with a shake of your head as you held on to your shoulder. Blood pooled in your fingers as the gunshots finally stopped, but the sound of screeching tires was lost to you.

“You guys OK?” Regina called out as she grabbed a bar towel and pressed it on your shaking shoulder.

“Scott’s hit.” Mark choked out. “I think… I think he’s dead.”

“OK, (Y/N). I need you to hold this.”

“I have to go.” You said as you tried to scramble across the wood, cutting your hands on the shards of glass.

“Marine!” She shouted as she sat up just long enough to grab the bar phone. “Stay there!” You shook your head frantically, but stopped moving as Regina called Negan as fast as she could.

“Gi…” You breathed as you squished the blood drenched towel to your shoulder. “I don’t…”

“Hang in there, (Y/N).” She said through her teeth as she tried to clear a path between where she was, and where you had crawled to.

“Negan…” You gasped as your vision started to fade from blood loss. You very faintly heard him say your name before you slipped into the worst nightmare you had ever had.

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You were trapped in the middle of hell, slipping in and out of consciousness. Every noise was a threat, calling ghosts from your past forward in your mind. Battle after battle repeated itself, no matter how many drugs the hospital gave you, and when the night terrors got to the point where you tried to rip out your IV, you had to be restrained for your own safety. Which made matters impossibly worse.

“We’re gunna have to sedate her.” You heard a doctor say as you sobbed and stared at a small, middle eastern boy holding a grenade in one had and the pin in the other through your tears.

“I want Negan!” You screamed at all four people in the room as you slowly worked your other hand free of the restraint where you wouldn’t be caught.

“OK that’s not…” Your nurse said with a shake of her head.

“Then get out!” You screamed. “Leave me alone! All of you!”

“Let’s just come back.” The nurses aid said as he took a step back toward the door. “I’ve seen PTSD like this before…”

“She’s gunna hurt herself.” The doctor tried.

“No she won’t.” The aid said as he pulled open your room door. “She’s just scared. Let her breathe for a minute. She’s had people surrounding her for the past twenty hours straight. Just give her space.” The doctor and the nurse both nodded and took a step back out of the room, leaving you alone with the figment of your imagination.

“Fuck this shit.” You said as you sat up the moment the door latched behind them. “Fuck all this.” You scrambled to take off the ankle restraints while keeping an eye on the little boy in the room, despite the fact that there was a small part of you that knew he wasn’t really there. You waited until the very last minute to pull off the heart rate monitors as you removed IV’s and downed the big glass of water on your side table before grabbing your bag of belongings, and bolting out of the second story window onto the roof of the neighboring parking garage.

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“Where the fucking fuck is she?” Negan roared at the woman working at the front desk of the hospital only a couple hours after you bolted.

“Sir, please.” The woman said, completely terrified of the biker screaming in her face. “We don’t know. She ran…”

“She was fucking shot! And I know she was probably freaking the fuck out because I know my fucking girl!” He shouted as he pointed forcefully at her. “You should have fucking sedated her!”

“Sir, please.” She tried again.

“Sir, I’m gunna have to ask you to leave, now.” The security officer said as he daringly stepped up to Negan’s side. The biker rounded on him with a death glare.

“You better fucking hope I find my girl or all of you are in for a world of fucking hurt.” He turned quickly, and stormed out the doors past the rest of the club. “I want fucking everyone out looking for her! You don’t fucking eat, you don’t fucking sleep, you don’t even take a fucking piss until you fucking bring my girl home. She’s fucking scared and probably freaking the fuck out. Just fucking find her!” He brought his bike roaring to life and put your helmet on the seat between his thighs so it wouldn’t get lost before taking off like a bat outta hell to find his girl.

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Frozen. You were absolutely, straight through your bones, teeth rattlingly frozen, and hiding in the tube in a children’s playground. You knew you had to be close to the clubhouse but you couldn’t remember how to get there. Fear of going back to the hospital kept you from asking for help. Your whole body ached as you curled into yourself in only a pair of ripped jeans, a dry blood covered, low cut t-shirt that had a bullet hole in the shoulder, and a thin hospital gown as a blanket.

‘You’re safe.’ You reminded yourself for the millionth time in three days as you slowly wrapped the tie of the gown around your pointer finger. ‘Safe and stateside. Negan will find you soon. Stay where you are.’ Your stomach grumbled weakly, a sound you were used to from being on the streets as long as you had been. There was nothing you could do about it, your wallet was sitting on your dresser at home.

“Hey lady.” A child’s voice said above your head as a little boy stuck his head in your hiding hole. “You OK?”

“I’m safe!” You practically screamed at him, startling him to tears. He started to sob, and ran to find his mommy as you curled up even more to hide from the gust of wind that blew through the small holes that were spaced out along the tube. You didn’t hear the mother of the little boy calling the cops about the strange, bloody woman in the park but the sound of sirens sent your hair on end.

“No.” You said with a shake of your head as you watched the flashing red and blues through the hole in front of your chest. You forced yourself to uncurl and pushed yourself past the small jolt of pain that was almost instantly numbed away in the chill to get out of the tunnel to hide. Your body ached as you carefully walked down the steps and ran as fast as you could toward the tree line surrounding the park.

‘I won’t go back.’ You thought as you jumped up the nearest tree and started to climb away from the cops that were scrambling to get to you. ‘I won’t.’

——

Negan didn’t care that he was on the highway, he simply pulled off the road the moment he felt his phone ring in his pocket.

‘Be her.’ He growled in his head as he scrambled to get his cell from his pocket while he was still moving to the side of the road. ‘Be her, fucking be her.’

“Yea?” He snapped as he skid to a stop.

“Negan?” A man said on the other end. “Deputy Eugene Porter. I wanted to let you know a call came in just now about a woman matching (Y/N)’s…”

“Where?!” Negan roared, wishing the officer would get to the point faster.

“She’s hiding in a tube on the playground on the north side of Huntley Meadows…” Negan didn’t wait to hear the rest of the guys statement and hung up the phone to get to you before the cops could get to you first.

‘You were so fucking close baby girl.’ He thought as he pulled into traffic without looking or caring. ‘I really need to teach you this fucking town.’

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“G-g-go awayyy!” You screamed at the officers below you as you continued to move so they wouldn’t shoot you out of the tree (not that they would but you were sleep deprived, freezing cold, and not thinking straight.) “H-h-he’ll come for m-m-me.”

“(Y/N), get out of the tree!” Rick sighed into a megaphone like a broken record. You shook your head against the bark, further aggravating the stitches on your forehead from hitting the shelf.

“No! I w-w-won’t go b-b-b-back! I w-want…” You stopped mid-sentence and your head whipped to the side as the distant rumble of a motorcycle on your right caught your attention. “Negan.” Without thinking about the consequences, you jumped to the tree beside you, catching the trunk at the last second, and sending pain jolting through your body. You wasted no time to recover from the shock of the impact, and jumped again.

Tree after tree, you made your way toward the parking lot, as the rumble of Negan’s bike got louder. You managed to lose your police detail in the branches, and made it to the edge as he pulled into the parking spot on the opposite end of the lot than the cop cars. You jumped out of the tree and fell to the ground as Negan threw his helmet back toward his bike and ran toward you.

“Fucking finally.” He breathed as he pulled you up to your feet and wrapped you protectively in his arms. “Thank fuck, you’re OK. I’m here. Right fucking here.” You started to sob as you hid your face in the warmth of his chest, and tried to control your shivering unsuccessfully.

“Y-you found m-me.” You chattered while trying to leach his warmth.

“Fuck, you’re like a damn ice cube.” He said as he yanked off his leather jacket, and wrapped it around your body. He rubbed your back furiously and glanced up at Rick and the other officers.

“Negan…” The deputy said with a shake of his head. “We need to take her.”

“The fuck you do!” Negan shouted as he turned his body so you were farther away from him. “What the fuck do you think you’re fucking playing at, huh? First you take her to the wrong fucking hospital after my fucking employee specifically told you where to take her. You didn’t fucking call me when I know for a fucking fact you know who she is to me. Then, I’m guessing she was put on just fucking painkillers and they obviously didn’t fucking sedate her immediately, which would have been the fucking smart treatment for someone with severe PTSD who had just been fucking shot! Which would have been fucking done if you fucking tools had taken her to the right fucking hospital!” He shook his head as he continued to rub your back while you hid your frozen ears against his chest.

“You even fucking think I’m letting you fucking take her fucking anywhere, and you got another fucking thing coming! I fucking got her from here.” He kissed the top of your head and shook his as he turned to lead you back to the parking lot where one of the club prospects was finally pulling in with the club’s van to take you home. “Come on, baby girl. Let’s get you home.”

“C-c-c…”

“I know, sweetheart.” Negan said before you could finish as he guided you to the front seat. “We have blankets, and we’ll get you in a hot shower at home.” You nodded as he pulled open the passenger door, and helped you into the van. “Then, once you’re warm, we’ll call the damn doc to come patch you up again, OK?” You nodded and curled up on the seat as Negan buckled you in and started to wrap you in blankets. You tried to move to give him back his jacket but he caught your hands and shook his head. “You need it, baby. I’m OK.” You nodded as he gave you a tight lipped smile and zipped up the jacket before continuing to put the blankets around your body.

“I knew you’d come.” You whispered as you searched his eyes.

“Of course I came for my girl.” He said as he brushed your hair back behind your ear. He gave you a chaste kiss and looked over at the prospect. “Straight to the fucking club. You don’t fucking stop for shit. I don’t give a fuck if you have ten cops on your ass with lights and sirens, you get her back to the fucking club before you stop, you fucking hear me?” The prospect nodded and buckled his seatbelt as Negan shut the passenger door with one more glance at you. You met Rick’s eyes through the windshield and very slowly flipped him off as the van was backed out of the parking spot and left the park to go home.

#Negan x Reader #Matching Crazy #Negan thirst squad #Negan's thirst squad

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katherinethedork · 7 years ago

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Telle. Pt 4/? (p.p. x reader)

Word Count/ Warnings: Swearing, flufff, battle, Peter being the best, if you squint you may see some angst, ~3k THIS ONES A LONG ONE

Summary: Telle has returned bitches.

A/N: bitCH I’M BACK. Once again I am sosososoososo sorry for taking forever to get these parts out, writers block blah blah blah, you read it in the last A/N. I’m not exactly the most happy with this part, but the next one (I’ve already written it you just have to wait muahahahah) will be a lot better I swear. Also, sorry this ended at an awkward spot also, I ran out of room :/

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 5, MASTERLIST

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You woke up with bright white lights hitting your face. As soon as you opened your eyes, it hurt to look up, so you closed your eyes and turned your head to the side. You heard a faint beeping from the side you were turned to, so you slightly opened your eyes, not letting in the harsh light that stung your eyes. Through the blur you saw something that looked like it was watching your heart rate and a multitude of their things. You turned your head to the other side and saw a couple other machines. An IV drip that was also stationed near, was connected into your arm. When you looked down at the rest of your body, you saw a white fleece blanket covering most of it, but the pajamas you had worn a couple nights ago were covering the parts that weren’t under the blanket. You had gotten slightly used to the light so you decided to fully open your eyes. The harsh light invaded your senses, but eventually you took control of it and got rid of the feeling. You decided that you needed to move some sort of muscle, so you choose your arm. You lifted your arm, carrying the IV drip with it. It hurt slightly to move it, like you were sore or something.... holy shit.

The memories of fighting off thugs, getting half shot, being carried to the tower, and kissing Peter all came back to you. Your body is immediately sent into panic mode. You try to make yourself sit up and see the rest of the room, but your muscles ache like you had just fought off thirty men. You powered through the ache anyways and sat up to see a clearly sleep deprived Peter. He was sitting in a chair at the end of your bed and you guessed that he had been zoning out for a long time, so he didn’t notice your movements. You study his face. It was completely slathered with concern and worry. You didn’t know how long you were out, but you could tell it was a long time from the bags under Peter’s eyes. His outfit was the same from the last you saw him, which you assumed wasn’t good. Peter’s hair had been thrown around, most likely from him running his hand through it out of stress. His curls were strewn across his forehead as he looked at the floor. He slowly shuffled his hands as he looked up at you. His face changed from concern and worry to a slightly less concerned face that was more covered by surprise and relief.

“Y-Y/N?” Peter says standing up and slowly walking over to you, as if you could collapse back into sleep if he stepped too loudly.

“Hey Pete.” Your voice cracks out, an unconscious grin forming on your face.

“I-I thought you were gonna get up earlier. When you didn’t get up by midnight I started to worry and I stayed up all night making sure you were okay and-“ Peter says before you cut him off with your groggy morning voice.

“Wait. What time is it?” You ask him.

“Uhm it’s about,” Peter says pulling out his phone and checking the time, he sighs at whatever the time is on his phone,“12:03 p.m.”

“Like the next day?!” You start to panic, your parents must be wondering where you were now, you try and look around for your phone, which was nowhere to be seen. Your parents must be spamming your phone with calls and texts. They might’ve even called the police! You start to shuffle around to maybe get off the bed, but it hurt too much. They must be-

“Yeah. It’s the next day,” Peter clearly saw the panic on your face and he changes his tone to a more reassuring one, “Y/N don’t worry, I went to your house and talked to your parents. I said that your phone died and you are at my house for the night and need some pajamas.” He gestured to your shirt and pants, “I called them a while ago and said that we were also going out with Ned and MJ today, so they wouldn’t see us until maybe eight or nine tonight. You’re fine, they trust us.”

You sign out of relief and collapse onto the bed. You jut sit there for a second while Peter chuckles at you. You calm your mind down and sit back up. “So what are we doing until then?” You ask, hoping for some random activity that will get your mind off of the probably scabbed and stitched injury on your side.

“Oh. Oh wait, I was supposed to call Mr. Stark when you woke up. Sorry. Are you okay to have him come? I won’t call him if you’re not okay with it.” Peter says, you thank him internally for being such a sweetheart and asking if you’re okay with this.

“Yeah. Might as well. Make sure I’m not dying again and such.” You say sitting up and fixing your hair.

“Oh yeah. Not dying. That stuff,” Peter says, putting a hand on the back of his neck, “F.R.I.D.A.Y., can you call Mr. Stark and say that Y/N is awake, please?” God this boy’s manners. Even to a robot he’s still a sweetheart.

“I have alerted Mr. Stark of Y/N being awake.” F.R.I.D.A.Y. responds.

“Thank you.” Peter says looking up at the ceiling, (thanking F.R.I.D.A.Y. you guess?) “Well, Y/N it’s not just about you being alive... we might want you to join our team.”

“Wait WHAT?” You yell, “you want me to-“

Tony Stark entering the room cuts you off. You whip your head around and see him. This is the second most weird thing that has ever happened to you. First place is beating up bad guys. But this takes the second place cake. Mr. Stark walks in wearing a regular t-shirt and jeans, you presume he was working on something, because any other time that you had seen him, it was in a suit.

He looks at Peter first and then looks at you and sighs a bit. Wonderful. Tony Stark is exasperated because of you. You want to say something but you feel like you physically can’t. Your brain is formulating what to say but none of the options are good. This living legend is standing in front of you, and you’re sitting there gawking at him. You close your mouth and turn to Peter looking for some kind of help, but Tony starts talking so you whip your head back over.

“That was quite a stunt you pulled off there kid,” he says as he leans against the door frame, “but it didn’t quite turn out too well now did it.”

You hang your head in shame and then look back up. “I just... you are.... the coolest....” you say, trailing off, still not knowing what words to use for whatever next you were going to say.

“Look. We’ve been watching you for a while, and we’d like to have you train with us. Maybe you can go on some missions with Peter, meet the team, and other things.” Tony says standing back up straight and walking closer to your bed, between the door and Peter, “We’d love to have you, and I’m sure you’d like to actually use your powers for things that weren’t just laundry or something.”

You think about this for a second, dumbfounded. But hold on. You cock your head to the side and think, wait they’ve been watCHING ME?

“Back up, back up, you’ve been watching me?” You say sitting up even straighter and setting a concerned face on, “How long have you been watching me?”

I mean, you were kind of honored to be watched by Tony Stark and Peter because of your powers, but that was beside the point, how long had they known and who’s been watching?

“Um, well it’s been a couple months-“ Tony answers before you cut him off.

“A couple months! I’ve only known I’ve had these powers for three months!” You say, confused and angry, “How did you even find out?” You end in a whisper. You thought you had kept this a secret so well. You never told Peter, who was your best friend since you moved here at the beginning of highschool. He was the closest person to you, and you told him almost everything. Your parents didn’t even know either, and you were with them a good portion of the day most times. You had tried your hardest, but you hadn’t succeeded in this one. You should’ve just told Peter earlier. If you had you might’ve already been on the team right now! Oh well. That’s not what you want to do right now, you just want to figure out how they found out about your powers.

Peter started to speak, “Well, I found out pretty fast because you were acting weird and you started hanging out with me less. And when we did hang out one time, I saw you grab a cup without even touching it. You pulled it toward you with a purple mist around your hands, eyes, and cup. I was just so confused that I didn’t say anything and immediately went to talk to Mr. Stark after I had left. I was sure he had some sort of answer. He told me to keep an eye on you and he’d look out. So it wasn’t that we were constantly watching you,” Peter said, shifting in his seat and rubbing the bags under his eyes, “it was just that I kept eye on you and told Mr. Stark if I saw anything suspicious. I didn’t even know you could teleport!

“We were waiting until tomorrow to actually talk about joining the team or anything, but as soon as the men came into our school and you fought them off, Mr. Stark and I decided while you were asleep to ask you about it when you woke up.” Peter says smiling at you, “So here we are now.”

“And now we’re asking you.” Tony says, “would you like to be on our team.”

Tony says it more like a statement and that confuses you. You hesitate to answer and think about the repercussions. You would come home at night like Peter does. Bruised and bloody. How would you make up those excuses if you were both getting injured. You didn’t even have a suit! At least you could help protect the city and Peter. And you could help the Avengers. The Avengers. Wow. Tony said you’d probably get to meet the team. That would be exciting, you were as much of a fan as Peter was, so it would be interesting to meet them. Tony noticed your hesitation and he clarified the statement for you.

“Kid, it’s not really a choice for you. We need someone on the team like you and I’m sure you want to help others if you’re like Spiderling over here.” As Tony says that last part, Peter looks down at his shoes and you see a blush quickly crawl up his neck onto his face.

“You put your life on the line for your school. I’m sure you hate some of the people there, but you still did your best to protect them. That takes balls, kid.” You laugh at his statement and start to feel less stress, “now I just need a yes or a no. Would you like to be a part of our team.” Tony says staring at you intently, Peter gazing and grinning at you with complete excitement because he knows you well and knows your answer to this question.

The room falls silent as the two wait for an answer from you. “Yes. I would love to.”

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“So here’s my lab,” Tony says as you step into the threshold of the coolest room you had ever been in. Your eyes darting around from project to project splayed around the room. Your eyes finally land on another person who you had vaguely recognized from a distance. “And that is Doctor Banner. Bruce, Y/N. Y/N, Bruce” Tony gestures between the two of you.

Your eyes light up as soon as soon as you hear the name, you knew he was the Hulk and that was fucking amazing, but this man was a revolutionary scientist that you looked up to, along with Tony. Your two biggest idols were standing in one room with you and Peter. You could scream. You looked at Peter, he was already staring at you, but you just give him a look that says holy shit you know that I love these people.

Dr. Banner waves and mumbles a “Hello” with a smile and you blurt out, “You are like legitimately the coolest scientist ever!” You immediately shame yourself for blurting this out, but in your opinion, he was the coolest scientist ever.

All three of the men in the room laugh while you sit there in your embarrassment, smiling through the slight pain. “Thank you very much. It was nice to meet you.” Dr. Banner says back.

Tony puts his arm around your shoulder and starts talking emphatically, “He is the coolest. He saved your life.”

You gasp and blurt again, “Ohmygodthankyousomuch. You are really the coolest.” Everyone in the room laughs again and Mr. Stark and Peter start to guide you to a different section of the lab where there is a door to a hallway.

When all three of you walk down the hallway, you are met with a glass room with glass doors. Inside you can see a multitude of suits, some scrapped, and some still in the making. There is one gray tube on the side that looks like it can be opened to showcase something.

Tony pushes open one door and holds it open for both you and Peter. You both quietly thank him as you both take in what’s going on around you. The room was organized chaos. It had so much going on but it was all where it should be. Tony leads you over to the gray tube that was sticking out to you before.

“Alright. So, you don’t really have a suit. Anymore I mean. And your suit was made poorly and not suitable for joining our team. When Peter gave me the torn suit that you had used for yesterday’s battle, I tried to recreate something like it. But better, obviously.” You rolled your eyes at his statement (and pun) but you were to filled with excitement and anticipation to care.

“Here is your new suit!” Tony says with a flourish, and the sealed doors of the gray tube open up. Your jaw drops to the floor as you look at your newer and sleeker version of your original suit. It did look better.

Your suit had the same general look about it. White except for the ‘T’ shape that was a thick line across the top of your chest, the bottom of the ‘T’ leading into black shorts that cut off into the rest of your pants that were white. Tony changed the Go Go boots for just attached white all the way down, and attached shoes like the spider suit. Tony even gave you a white hood that connected to the rest of the suit. You were filled with happiness. It looked just how you wanted. You couldn’t wait to try it on.

“I hope you like it kid. I spent all of my free 18 hours that you were asleep to make this using scraps I found around here, so treat it well.” Tony says crossing his arms.

“Yes sir.” You say running through what he just said to you, then you had an idea, “Mr. Stark sir, uh can I take it down?” You ask.

“Of course. Now I’m going to leave, because I have things to do and you both seem okay. Peter,” Tony says turning to the boy, “You know how to get her out of here, get her some food or something.” Tony says and winks at Peter. Peter immediately blushes and mumbles something you can’t hear.

Tony leaves and you turn to Peter with the biggest smile on your face. He looks at you and immediately starts smiling too. Out of nowhere your body decides to attack him with a hug, almost knocking him down in the process. Luckily, he realizes what happening and wraps his arms around your waist, accidentally hitting your stitched up side.

“Ow!” You yelp. Peter immediately jumps back, not wanting to hurt you. Then he realizes what he did.

“Sorry...” He says as you check your bandages to make sure none of them moved. You pull your shirt slightly up, which causes Peter to blush and you to laugh internally because he could do the same thing and you would blush too. You put your shirt back down affirming that they didn’t move. “Can I try that again?” He asks, opening his arms up.

You throw your arms around his neck and he gently puts his arms around your waist. This was one of the best feelings in the world to you. Peter was always somehow warm and you loved it. He also gave the best hugs, you just felt so safe every time you were in his arms. You didn’t know that he felt the same way about you.

You both stood there, together, for what would be considered longer than what should be considered friendly. But you both knew that nothing between you anymore was friendly. You had both admitted that you loved each other. And it wasn’t in a friendly way. You wanted to be his girlfriend. And Peter wanted to be your boyfriend. He wanted to take you out on a date after you woke up. And you were awake... sooo....

You let go of him and step away. “Do you wanna help me take it down?” You point to the suit.

“Sure.” He replies as you run over to the stand and start tearing it off of the thing that was holding it up. You couldn’t reach the top of the hood and so you had to ask Peter, the only other person in the room, to get it down. Which was kind of embarrassing because you were both similar in height, but you knew he had longer arms than you.

“Pettteerrrr,” You sigh, holding the legs of the suit, “Can you get the hood down pretty pleeasssee?”

“Okay, shorty.” He says reaching up and easily grabbing it.

“WE’RE LIKE THE SAME HEIGHT PETER.” You shout, laughing at yourself and him.

He sets down the top part of the costume in your arms. He replies to your claim with a “mmm hmmm”. You just roll your eyes and laugh.

“I wanna try it on turn around Peter.” You say motioning for him to spin around.

He turns around and takes out his phone to scroll absentmindedly through some social media platform. You start stripping yourself of clothes and slide on the skin tight suit (which was much easier to put on than the last one), being careful of your injury.

You realize you are missing your face mask and you whip your head around to look for a mask anywhere. You spot it lying on an already black table, on top of a yellow sticky note. Probably because you couldn’t see it otherwise. When you step closer you realize it isn’t made of cheap plastic anymore. It’s made of sleek metal. When you place it on you see something on the sticky note. Vibranium. Of course! You had to have some sort of vibranium. When you slip the mask on it immediately melds to your face, it was way more flexible and movable than your last mask, and you liked it that way. You look slightly over and see a dark purple earpiece with a sticky note that says put me on! on it.

When you put the earpiece in, you hear a women’s voice pop into your head saying, “Hello Y/N.” You scream when you hear this.

“Holy shit!” You yell as Peter swings around, wide eyed. As soon as he sees you his jaw drops to the floor. He had never seen you in anything like this, other than your original suit, but that was not nearly as well tailored and good looking as this one.

“Wow- I mean what’s wrong?” Peter blurts out, just trying to pick his jaw up.

“Sorry Y/N, I didn’t mean to scare you!” The woman’s voice says to you.

“I-it’s Okay?” You say calming down from the surprise of the voice.

“What? What’s going on?” Peter says walking over to you.

“Hold on,” You say to your earpiece, “Peter it’s an earpiece, there’s a voice that scared me.”

“Oh.” He replies, then it clicks in his brain, “Wait can I see?” Peter holds out his hand for the earpiece.

“O-okay?” You say popping it out and handing it to him.

“Hello?” He says after putting it into his ear, “Oh, hi Karen!” Peter pops out the ear piece and hands it back to you.

“Karen? What do you mean Karen?” You question.

“Oh Karen’s my suit lady, and she’s also in your earpiece.” Peter says smiling.

You smile back and say, “Oh. That’s cool.”

“Wait hold on, leave out the earpiece for a sec,” Peter says shuffling around in his pocket as you just hold the earpiece I your hand, “Here,” he says taking out his mask, sliding back your hood, and putting his mask on you.

You prepared yourself for a smell of sweat, but it surprisingly smelled like normal Peter out of a suit. As soon as your face is covered and the eye-holes reach your face, the suit lights up and you hear a “Hello Y/N. Lovely to meet you, Peter has told me a lot about you.” From Karen.

“Oh really, Karen?” You respond to Karen’s statement.

“Oh no, that must not be good!” you hear as Peter rips the mask off of your face.

You laugh and smile at the boy. You hair was probably insane but you didn’t care.

“Hey. So now that you have the suit on, I was wondering if you wanted to go take a swing around the city, maybe show some people who you are.”

“That sounds wonderful!” You we’re so excited, while Peter had taken you on swings through the city before, now you could move yourself around without the possibility of you dying as great. “You don’t happen to have the suit in your other pocket do you?”

“Unfortunately no, we have to go back to the room you woke up in. You’re okay walking around in the suit right? We may run into people, so I just want you to be comfortable.”

What a sweetheart, “Of course! If I do see anyone it’ll make me look more like a badass too!” You practically jump up and down while gathering your pajamas that were laid on the floor from when you originally changed.

When you were done, Peter gazed at you, a smile permanently plastered on his face. He looks down and grabs your hand before pulling you out a set of doors into the hallway. You did run into someone, and it might not have been someone you were ready to meet just quite yet.

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taylorfan90 · 7 years ago

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Taylor

My Names Richie I’m a huge fan have been ever since I saw you for my first time on July 31st 2009(my 19th Birthday) in Boston MA back when you opened for Keith Urban, this August I’ll be attending the Reputation show in Atlanta Night 2 Saturday the 11th, this will be my 14th time seeing you in Concert. I wish I could attend more then one show this tour unfortunately with this tour being stadiums only the closest show to me is Atlanta which is still a 6 hour drive from where I live in Conway SC. You have know idea how excited I am to go, I’m bringing my boyfriend of 4 years with me to his first ever concert(not counting House of Blues shows) I just cant wait to see his eyes when the show starts and how amazing it is to see that many fans screaming and singing along with you. He doesn’t get my love for you but he will after I’m sure.

August 27th 2010 was the best day of my life, at the time I lived in NH only about and hour drive from where you filmed the music video for Mine, I don’t remember where I heard that you were in town doing something but I decided that day to go to Kennebunkport ME and see what was going on, when I arrived in the town I saw girls driving around blasting your songs with window paint all over there cars so I could tell I wasn’t alone, I later found out that something was going down at the church over looking the ocean after a few hours of waiting we all got invited to be apart of the release of the video on CMT, still the coolest thing ive ever been a part of. i always think and plan ahead so I had one of your albums and a Sharpie on me just incase I was to run into you, I jokingly said to my friends that if I could get you to sign my arm i’d get it tattooed over lol wouldn’t that be funny, After everything was over you being you, asked if it was okay if you brought your band out and played a few songs for us. While performing Love Story you came down off the stage and across the front row to sing and hug fans as you headed my way I got ready when you got to me I threw my arm out and asked you to sign it handing you my sharpie with the screaming/pushing I’m not sure how you heard me over the other fans, but I felt the sharpie leave my hand and then I felt a swipe across my arm, not even sure how I got the marker back but somehow I did, I pulled my arm back to see your signature on my arm, now this wasn’t a joke I was dead serious about getting this tattooed before it rubbed off in a few days. I think I only had to go a day and a half un-showered before I could get a tattoo artist to come in on his day off and get it done for me. Now to this day anytime I’m upset or my minds in a bad place I simply look down and I see it, that’s when I smile and remember the happiest day of my life. So thank you for that. i year after having it tattooed i added the lyrics from mine “you are the best thing thats ever been Mine” above it.

I’ll never forget sitting in Art class back in 2008 when the teacher told us we had to draw self portraits, after learning how to do it I went home that night and drew my first portrait of you which took 8 hours, I brought it to school the next day and the teacher was blown away she hung it in the school for a month before I finally begged for it back. That was when I really fell in love with art. Now 10 years later I’ve drawn around 20 pictures of you all different mediums teaching myself new things over the years. In 2015 Simon and Schuster the book company announced a project they had been working on a book for you from the fans. They had a contest for the book cover so of course I made one and entered, I also sent all the pictures on my art, after months of not hearing anything and forgetting about the project I got a random email from the person putting it together regarding the book, he informed me that all though I wasn’t the winner of the contest he really wanted to put a couple of my pictures in the book, I lost my mind, of course I said yes he explained what I had to do and everything, in 2016 I got a letter from them and my own copy of the book thanking me for my part, now let me tell you I’m a strong person and it takes a lot to make me cry but when I got my book and opened it and saw my art I cried like a baby I was so happy to be a part of this project. my mom ordered 10 copies from the book store giving them out and showing it off to everyone she was so proud, If you happen to get a copy of it my pictures are on pages 28(black and white, Pen and ink took me 55 hours because of the size) & 95 (took about 8 hours painted with acrylic paint) this book means a lot to me I wish I had a bigger part but its okay. Still can’t believe what a day in Art Class turned out to be. With less personal time in my life I don’t get to draw/paint as much as I want too but ill never give it up. I see you post pictures you’ve painted and I just dream of the day we can paint together who knows maybe one day.

Really hoping i can finally meet you on this tour @taylorswift @taylornation

i’ll be at your show

Atlanta Night 2, Sat Aug 11th section FLR-J Row 15 Seats 1-2

-Richie

#taylor swift #reputation #reputaylurking #reptour #ReputationEra #REP #delicate #taylornation

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sockpansy · 7 years ago

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Just kiss already

Hey there @organizeddiscord ! I got you for the fic writing event hosted (started) by @the-prince-and-the-emo and so, without further ado....

Ships: logince and moxiety, both romantic.

Word count: 1796

Prompt: student au: main ship are trying to set up their mutual friends, while falling in love in the process.

Summary: patton is the pastel boy who everyone is friends with, except Virgil, the moody emo who avoids everyone. Logan and Roman notice this, and want to help Patton, who really wants to be friends with Virgil. Along the way of setting up new friends, logan and Roman realize that Patton and Virgil would be a cute couple. Now they just need to make it happen.

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Patton was the pastel popular kid that eveeyone liked. He was kind and helpful, clumsy but always willing to listen. Everyone loved him.

Except Virgil.

Honestly, Virgil found patton funny with his puns, and he seemed sweet, but he perfered to be alone, and patton was always surrounded by people, lots of people.

So Virgil tried to keep his distance.

Patton refused to take the hint.

Prancing over to the emo edge lord, Patton gave a cheerful greeting.

"Good morning Virgil! I like the eyeshadow." Said person looked up through his bangs.

"...uh yeah, sure, thanks." He tried to walk past. Virgil may not want to be friends with him, but he just can't be mean to Patton, it is physically impossible.

Patton walked beside Virgil."that math test was really hard. But you turned yours in so quick! You must be really smart."

"Nah, i just gave up and accepted defeat, plus then i get to nap quicker"

From down the hall, two friends watch in thought.

Logan, student concil president, and Roman, theatre star, stood side by side.

"Ya know Logan, patton really wants to befriend Virgil..." Roman sighed dramatically.

Logsn gave a curt nod."yes he does..yet Virgil does not want too...and you cant force someone to be friends"

Roman blinked and looked at logan silently, a grin overtaking his face. Logan soon turned to face him. Eyebrow raised, before the gears clicked.

"Roman we are not-"

"Just let me explain! Look, virgil doesn't have any friends, and patton wants to be friends, if we get them to be away from lots of other people and make them hang out, maybe virgil will come around and agree to be friends with Patton."

"Roman we can't just-"

"Ill by you a week supply of crofters."

"Im in."

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With some quick planning, and a few practiced lines, the next day Logan and Roman went to put their plan into action.

Patton always greeted Virgil in the mornings, so when patton started to talk to Virgil, Logan and roman walked over.

"Patton, Virgil."Logan greeted.

Roman was grinning as he announced."Patton listen! I just found the coolest roller rink and they are having a special!"

Logan looked at Roman a bit, a practiced."ah yes, you told me it had a group special? A group of four gets a free pizza and a handful of arcade tokens each for free with a purchase?"

Roman nods excited."yeah, but the skates are super cute, of course ill bring my rainbow ones! But how about it Patton, wanna go?" Roman asked. Logan was keeping an eye on Virgil, who hadnt moved but was looking for a way out of the tiny crowd.

Patton beamed excitement."oh that sounds great! But who could be the fourth person?"

Logan piped up, facing virgil he said."Virgil? Would you like to join us on a skating trip this Friday afternoon?"

Virgil, caught off gaurd by suddenly being asked to go somewhere, just stared at them all. "Uhh..."

Patton had jumped at the idea." Oh please Virgil! It will be so much fun, plus it will be a group thing so you wont have to pay!".

Virgil bit his lips a bit."I..i guess?"

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The roller rink was a place that was dimly lit, but you could still see everything. It had an arcade and booth for eating along with, of course, a rink.

Roman paid for the group while logan got them roller skates.

Virgil said."uh I..brought my own so...yeah."

Logan nodded as he and patton went to get skates.

Roman sat beside Virgil as they changed shoes. "So emo nightmare...you have skated before?"

Virgil glanced st him as he slid on purple and black roller blades. "Yep, I like blading better."

Patton and logan came back over. Patton was grinning. "This place looks so cool!"

Logan gave a smile and nods. "Yes it is...quite interesting."

Roman stood in his rainbiw skates."come on Logan! To the rink!" And he pulled a stightly wobbily logan after him.

Patton was bittting his tongue as he tried to figure out if he was putting the roller skates on right.

Virgil glanced at him."I can help you..." And he made sure Patton had his skates tied tight enough. "You fall in shoes, so we have to make sure you don't break an ankle here."

Patton giggled."thanks Virgil! So...you've been skating before?"

Virgil glanced up at him."yeah a few times..."

Patton nods."so then...could you teach me? Ive never been skating."

Virgil stopped and looked at Patton.

"If you have never skated,why did you want to come?"

Patton grinned."cause it means more time with my friends."

Virfil bit back a smile, patton's smiles were contagious.

"So..you want me to teach you?"

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Roman had stayed near Logan most of the time the nerd was in the rink, using his free time to do tricks. Logan didnt skate much, but had enough balance to stay on his feet. The duo watch as Virgil and Patton were laughing as Patton learned to skate. Patton had fell, but when Virgil went to help him up, his skates decided to trip him, and they were on the floor laughing together.

Roman was the first to speak."Logan, they can't just be friends."

Logan hummed."I...do see what you mean..."

Roamn nods,"they have to be soul mates Logan! And we have to be the ones to set them up."

Logan sighed but gave the tiniest of smiled."there is no way I'm talking you out of it..."

Right at that moment, logan stumbled and grabbed onto roman's sleeve, making the other struggling to keep them both up.

"Sorry Roman." Logan apologize, Roman gave him a charming smile, moving his hand to hold it instesd.

"Its easier to keep you balanced like this." Roman smiled at Logan, who simply nodded and gave him a smile.

"I suppose it is."

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After the roller rink, Virgil would smile back at Patton and greet him in the mornings, so...friends.

Logan watched then as Roman was ranting.

"Maybe an amusement park date? They could go through the haunted house and when Patton gets scared virgil can comfort him!"

Logan turned to face Roman."why not just a simple food date?"

But before either could continue, patton and virgil walked over.

Virgil took a breath."ok so..this weekend is a renisance fair and you guys took us skating so...i thought it might be...fun. To take you two too."

Roman and logan shared a quick glance, before returning to the two in front if them.

"I believe it would be quite...fun." Logan said. Roman nods in agreement.

"Yes! I do so love the renaissance fair!"

"So cool...see you guys then."

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Roman was dressed like a prince before the renisance fair.

Logan walked beside him."really Roman?"

Roman rolled his eyes."oh what, cant handle prince charming?"

Logan glanced at him."maybe if he was actually charming."

Offended princey noises came from Roman.

"Guys! Over here!" Patton was waving with Virgil beside him in a dark purple cloak.

Walking over, roman said."appears i wasnt the only one to dress up."

Virgil shrugged."I just like purple."

Roman rolled his eyes but smiled. "Hey hey hey! Emo nightmare, how about you take Patton to get a costume, while i help logan get one! Im thinking a bard."

Logan gave a sigh but nods."perhaps, but lets see what all there is."

Patton gasped and grabbed virgil's arm."oh what if I dress up as a belly dancer with the cute skirts?"

Virgil gave Patton a soft smile."why not? Come on." And took Patton to dress up.

Roman lead logan to a different costume shop.

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"Why do i have to dress up? The plan was to get Patton and virgil alone while being here to make sure things go well..."

Roman tightened his vest."oh shush, you look good anyways."

"I feel ridiculous."

"I could make you wear the poofy pants too..."

"Althought i love costume accuracy, i also have dignity."

"You do?"

Logan smacked roman on the head, not enough to hurt, but enough to make him get the point.

If Roman ever got a point that is.

"Awe come on lo, it was funny." Roman laughed a bit as he put a dark blue hat with a feather on top of his head. Logan looked at himself in the mirror.

"Ok its....not bad."

Roman grinned."trust me specs, i know how to make any guy slay, and besides, a prince always has a bard..." He wiggled hia eyebrows.

Logan didnt look away from the mirror. "Im not singing about you...or at all."

"Awe come on...please?"

"Nope."

Roman made offended prince nosies again, and logan let out a small laugh.

"Coen on, lets go check up on patton and Virgil." Logan Stated, holding his hand out to Roman, you took it smiling.

"Lets."

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Virgil was laughing. Full on laughing. Patton was in a crop top and a skirt and so much of him jingled as he walked, but virgil was laughing at one of the puns Patton said.

Logan resisted the urge to groan as he heard patton tell another, making virgil laugh more.

Roman was still holding Logan's hand."well they seem to be getting on along fine without us."

Logan nods."they are quite cute together."

Roman nods and shook his head a bit."not cuter than us, i mean, these outfits are awesome."

Logan stared at roman for a bit, before giving him a smile and nods."yeah...not cuter than you."

Roman blinked."cuter than me? What do you-?"

"May i kiss you?"Logan asked with a straight (gay) face, but his ears were turning red from blushing.

Roman was blushing as well. "Oh uh, kiss me?"

Logan nods."yes I..."he took a breath." Perhaps...patton and virgil are not the..only ones with possible romantic feelings that could lead to a relationship."

Roman smiled and took logan's other hand. "Hmm...maybe you are right...but no, you cannot kiss me."

Logan blinked."oh I..im sorry i won't ask agian.."

Roman laughed a bit and put a hand on his cheek."you cant kiss me because I want to kiss you." And the prince proceeded to do so.

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From across the way, Patton giggled."awe virge, look at them, they finally got together."

Virgil smirks and held parent's hand. "Yeah, they did, good idea to invite them along." Viegil gave patton's cheek a kiss.

Patton giggled and leaned on virgil's shoulder a bit,"i love you."

Virgil smiled at him." I love you too."

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Aaaaaaaaand done! Sorry it took so long, but i hope you like it and thst it wss what you were kooking for.

#Sander sides #my writing #sockpansy #sock #organizeddiscord #the-prince-and-the-emo #fic event thing #if you have questions ask me

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heatherdayton · 7 years ago

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task two ; character questionnaire

I. ARE YOU A WILMINGTON NATIVE? IF NOT, WHERE DID YOU GROW UP? TELL US ABOUT YOUR CHILDHOOD.

“Know what?” She narrowed her eyes with a cheeky grin, pointing. “Sometimes I feel like I am a native. I’m not. I consider myself a hybrid of sorts.” She hoped that if anyone had asked this question and if it would be published, the previous statement would be used as a pull-quote in fancy, italicized lettering. “In Savannah, Georgia is where I spent most of my diaper wearing days… Atlanta, Carrollton, Brunswick… Lived in different places in Georgia and upstate New York. Manhattan. Just moving around and letting some parts of this world know my name. Well, country. Alright, two states. Three, counting North Carolina. I know that sounds dramatic, but just work with it. I’d lived in a house, a basement, an apartment complex, and I was too young to really remember, but we were in a trailer home. My environment was constantly changing. Mom couldn’t stay in one place for too long.”

II. WHAT IS YOUR RELATIONSHIP LIKE WITH YOUR FAMILY? DO YOU HAVE SIBLINGS? A LARGE EXTENDED FAMILY?

A genuine, immediate smile formed upon her face, contrary to the reaction she would’ve had if she hadn’t moved to Wilmington. “Robert and Colleen Dayton are the coolest, lamest grandparents on the planet,” Heather shook her head in admiration. “Love ‘em so much. Seriously, come and spend one night at our dinner table. Psst, gramps a little TMI, but you get used to it.” She laughed. Talking about the woman who’d partially raised her was difficult. Part of her wanted to mention her father in Rochester having spent time with him for part of her upbringing and how he’d been working towards being a better father, though bringing him up would undoubtedly spark questions about her mother. Despite nothing had happened yet, it comforted her that he was making an effort to some degree. As for the mother, Laura—prior to Heather, there was Haley. A half-sister she was a stranger to before she stepped foot in North Carolina.

III. DESCRIBE YOUR HIGH SCHOOL EXPERIENCE.

“Mm, yes. High school. Let’s see. I was,” she hesitated for a bit, “in some way… a teacher’s pet.” Her body winced. “I know, I couldn’t help it. I was that kid. People used to say that I possessed a knack to knowing and understanding things before the questions were even posed. Sounds philosophical. I don’t deny it at all, though. Here’s why: I used to write-in my own bonus questions at the end of exams. Freakin’ show-off. Overall, I was dang focused on my work and had my nose in a book at the library during my free period. Pretty much everything I did in high school was at high school. Didn’t go to any wack high school parties. As for prom, there was this kid in my class. I'm sure we had only two conversations before he’d hit me with the promposal : ‘Heather Dayton, oh Heather Dayton, be my Heather Nighton. I’ll be your Night-on shining armor, join me for prom?’ Corny as hell. I couldn’t say no. I didn't say no.”

IV. WHAT WAS YOUR YEARBOOK SUPERLATIVE? WHY WAS THIS SO?

“Most Likely to Accidentally Discover Something Life-Changing, then Claim That It Was All Intentional.” She recited the words exactly how they’d been written in the yearbook. “I don’t understand it, either. Oddly specific. It was the longest one on the damn page. I never knew whether to accept that as a compliment, because it’s as if people think I can’t discover something totally life changing on purpose? I have to rely on, I dunno, an accident? But at the same time, I guess it’s quite telling of killer instinct, so I usually go with that detail and that makes me feel better ‘bout it.”

V. WHAT DID YOU DO AFTER HIGH SCHOOL? DID YOU GO TO COLLEGE? IF NOT, WHY?

“I did go to college, I graduated here. UNC Wilmington. I’ve got a B.S. in Chemistry. No bullshit,” Heather winked. “If it weren’t for tuition, I’d go back. Hell, I’d pay the loans if desperation called for it. I don’t have any plans currently to go back, I’m quite happy with interning at different places. I’m only stating that I’m not opposed to returning,” she added with a shrug.

VI. WAS THERE AN EVENT IN YOUR LIFE THAT GREATLY IMPACTED WHO YOU ARE NOW AS A PERSON?

“It’s somewhat of a cliché, but I’ve come to the realization that things will fall into place. That stillness becomes a radiance, as Morgan Freeman once said. Moving to this city and making the decision to stay, I could say that it honestly…frightened me. I was afraid that I was missing something, that I was gonna be held back in some way. I don’t know, I feel like I was conditioned to think that seeking change all the time would satisfy me and bring me happiness, but that wasn’t the case at all. Sure, change is good. Change is difficult and hard decisions are necessary. But oh, no. Choosing to stay here—and this is the longest I’ve ever lived in one city before—it was an easy decision. Truthfully, I’d made a plan after college graduation to move again on my own terms, except I’d let the idea of staying here come up, then I just did it. I trusted my gut that this was the right thing to do, for me. It was a good type of change.”

VII. HAVE YOU EVER BEEN IN LOVE? IF NOT, DO YOU THINK THAT IS POSSIBLE FOR YOU IN THE FUTURE?

“I hope so,” she spoke softly. The nearly twenty-three year old claimed to know an abundance of concepts; however, the chemistry of love remained as something complex. "Looking back at my first relationship as a fourteen year old. At that time, I knew I felt love. I really did, I knew it. I could attempt to explain what goes on, scientifically speaking, in the brain when that happens. Then, as time passed I thought, ‘No, that couldn’t have been love.’ But could have that really been love, for a mere teenage girl?” Her brows furrowed. It was possible that she was overthinking it—that had been something she couldn’t control, a tendency to be looking at things analytically, more often than necessary. “Maybe none of this makes sense. Maybe it’s not supposed to make sense. That’s what’s exciting about love, I presume.”

VIII. WHEN WERE YOU BORN AND WHAT IS YOUR ASTROLOGICAL SIGN? DOES IT INFLUENCE YOUR LIFE IN ANY WAY?

“June 12, that would make me a Gemini.” She pressed her mouth into a scowl. “I’ve heard people trying to prove,” the girl rolled her eyes without finishing her thought, “that astrology is a science. I, [laughs] what? Listen, I understand that every side needs to be heard. Many possibilities out there to prove, whatnot. But astrology? A real science! I took this astronomy course in college. Meet this girl, super sweet. Sits next to me on the first day. We’re lab partners. Hit it off, you get me? We talk ‘bout the stars and it’s stupid cute. Then, brings up zodiac signs.” Her face went stone cold. “No. She told me I was a Gemini before I’d even told her my birthday. God? I don't mess with it. She must’ve really studied that nonsense shit real hard, huh? We’ll be here all day if we continue this discussion.”

IX. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE TIME OF YEAR? TELL US SOME OF YOUR FAVORITE ACTIVITIES TO DO DURING THIS TIME.

“Autumn! I love everything about fall. The weather, the fashion, the mood. Wearing scarves happens to be one of my fave activities. Kidding. Well, that’s real, but fave activities do include pumpkin picking, pumpkin carving, doing my annual Harry Potter marathon. I bake a lot of things at this time ‘cause usually me and the g’parents do fruit picking, so.”

X. WHERE DO YOU SEE YOURSELF IN TEN YEARS AND WHAT DO YOU HAVE HOPED TO ACHIEVE?

“From what you can tell based on one of my previous answers, I have this mindset that I simply roll with. That I sort of let life do its thing.” As of now, Heather was experiencing work and growing to appreciate different aspects of her interning job in clinical lab science. The girl had an undeniable curiosity in several branches including clinical, nanotech, forensic, and industrial work. Whatever it may be, she strives to be the best version of herself. “I simply want to be happy and do what I love. I’ve got this crazy inkling,” she teased, “that I'll exceed my high school superlative. Totally do something wild and intentional. I realize that’s a big dream, to want to make that big of an impact, but it all starts from within. And I feel very confident that I have what it takes.”

#wilmingtontask #wilmingtontask02 #muse.#this task was super fun omg

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oli-vi-aaaaaaa · 8 years ago

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Request: Hi can you do a richie tozier x plus size reader where they are already in an established relationship and she sees him staring at skinnier girls and starts to question whether or not he actually likes her but he reassures her that he loves her, curves and all and its super fluffy?

A/N: this is a little bit angsty but it has fluff at the end i promise. also sorry this is a little late ive been sooo busy lately. happy halloween!

Warnings: Cursing, insecurity, cuddling, extremely shitty and vague kissing scene

The lunch bell rang and I got up quickly, excited to get to talk to my boyfriend, the one and only Richie ‘The Trashmouth’ Tozier. I got to the cafeteria and sat next to Richie, him greeting me with a hug. He instantly grabbed my hand under the table and I smiled, blushing a little.

“Richie did we have science homework?” I asked after a few seconds of silence. When he didn’t respond I looked over to find him staring into the distance. I followed Richie’s line of sight and realized he was staring at Bev, the prettiest girl in the school. This was the second time in three days. I suddenly felt really self conscious and got up.

“I need to go,” I whispered.

“Are you sure Y/n? Lunch just started,” Eddie asked.

“Y-yeah, I just remembered I have to study for a test in science,” I mumbled, walking towards the cafeteria doors.

Snapping out of his trance, Richie looked around. “Where did Y/n go?” he asked, when he saw she wasn’t in her usual spot next to him.

“She said she had to go study for a test in science,” Eddie called out through a mouth full of food.

“But we don’t have a test in science,” he muttered.

Soon the bell signalling class was beginning rang and I sat down in my designated seat next to Richie.

“Pst, Y/n,” Richie whisper yelled. I rolled my eyes and ignored him, playing with the sleeves of the jacket I was wearing. Richie’s jacket actually. I scoffed at the memory of when he gave it to me.

I shivered for what must’ve been the tenth time that night and wrapped my arms around myself. “Are you cold Y/n?” Richie asked innocently. I nodded my head and attempted to warm up my hands by rubbing them together. “Here! Put on my jacket,” he insisted, taking it off. “No Richie, it’s fine. I’m not even that cold,” I denied quickly, smiling at him. However, my body betrayed me and I shivered once again. “Bullshit! Y/n, your lips are practically blue and you just shivered for the fucking billionth time. Take my jacket,” he pleaded, shoving his jacket in my arms. I looked at him and then back at the jacket hesitantly. “I won’t fit in it,” I whispered. “You won’t-” He cut himself off and looked at me with knowing eyes. “That’s bullshit. Stop thinking of yourself in a shitty way and put on my fucking jacket before I make you,” he threatened. I let out a sigh and took it out of his hands. I pushed my hands through the sleeves and pulled it up. “See? Fits like a glove.” I smiled at him and looked down. “Thank you,” I thanked, kissing his cheek. He blushed and smiled at me. “If you kiss me every time you wear my jacket, you can keep it,” And I did.

I found myself smiling at the memory, but quickly shook myself out of the daydream. I ignored Richie the rest of class and paid close attention to the notes for the first time since I met Richie. The entire class period I felt Richie staring at me, but I tried my best to not think too much of it. After what seemed like a million years, the dismissal bell rang and I ran out of the classroom, hoping to leave before Richie or Henry’s gang found me.

After making it home, I trudged all the way up into my room, planning on sulking all evening. My evening was going according to plan until I heard a knock at the door and then my mother call my name.

“Y/n! Richie is here for you,” she called out. I ignored her and hoped she would send Richie off on his merry way, telling him I must be busy, but that’s never how things work. “You can just go up to her room and knock on her door, she looked like she needed some cheering up when she came home this afternoon. Hopefully you’ll be able to cheer her right up,” she exclaimed cheerfully.

“Yes ma’am, thank you,” he replied.

I heard him walk up the stairs and I quickly turned away from the door, pretending to be asleep. He knocked on the door and call out my name softly. When I didn’t answer the door creaked open and I felt him sit on the side of the bed. “I know you’re not asleep,” he whispered, laying down next to me. I let out a sigh and opened my eyes.

“How did you know,” I asked softly.

“Because I know you,” he replied, wrapping an arm around my waist. I felt him start to play with my hair and I slowly started to relax.

“What’s wrong,” he asked me quietly.

“Noth-”

“Don’t tell me something’s not wrong because you’re wearing my jacket and you haven’t kissed my cheek once today. Even you’re mom noticed Y/n. You’re upset at me and I want to know why,” he cut off. I turned towards him and bit my lip softly, debating whether or not I should lie.

“I saw you staring at Bev a few days ago at the quarry. And at lunch,” I whispered.

“You’re insecure,” he muttered, pushing up his glasses and looked at me with confusion.

“Can you fucking blame me for feeling insecure? Bev is a god damn goddess and I’m just me Richie! Why have you even stayed with me for this long.” I asked, my voice shaking.

“Because I love you,” he stated, as if it were obvious. My eyes widened and I felt my eyes water.

“You love me,” I asked quietly.

He grabbed onto my hand gently and looked at me in the eyes. “Of course I do hotcakes. You’re the most gorgeous girl I’ve ever laid my eyes on. I love you so much. All of you,” he reassured me.

“You promise?”

“I promise,” he mumbled, pulling me in for a hug. I smiled and hid my face in his neck.

“I think you owe me a kiss on the cheek,” he pointed out.

“I’ll do you one better,” I offered, lifting my head from his shoulder. I looked at his lips and then to his eyes and leaned in.

After a few minutes of clumsy kisses and our noses knocking into each other, I pulled away. Richie grinned and pushed his glasses up.

“That was the coolest thing that’s ever happened to me.”

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nfl2sevensummits · 4 years ago

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Rewind: Peter Cetera: American Singer, Songwriter & Original Member of Chicago

While I am in Nepal preparing for my epic Mt Everest & Lhotse climb, here's a "Rewind" replay of one of my most popular episodes with the legendary Peter Cetera.

On this episode I talk with Peter Cetera, American singer, songwriter, bassist, an original member of the legendary rock group Chicago.

What was it like for Peter Cetera during the early years of performing? “I was a reluctant performer let’s just say. You know, I never walked on stage with that, ‘I’m going to slay ‘em.’ I always walked on stage with, ‘Oh my God. I can’t breathe.’ Really. Seriously. And it is just like sports. It takes you a couple of plays to get into the game.”

Did you know that Peter Cetera also had the desire to be an athlete? But what was it that pushed this shining star to follow the guiding light of a magical music career? “I think when people ask me about singing, to me it was the emotion I think is the thing I gave, that I tried to give to everything I sang. Emotion. Feeling. I may not be the best scat singer or whatever. But, I try to sing from the heart, from the feeling. And I think that comes through to a lot of people.”

Peter Cetera started his band in high school, never went to college, and never turned back from music. But what sparked that occupational inspiration? “These two older guys, older maybe 19 or 20, took me to this teenaged rock ‘n roll club. It looked like a real thing, except no booze. This group comes on, The Rebel Rockets, from Mattoon, Illinois, and both guitar players stood on top of the amps. The lead singer wore sunglasses. And it was about the coolest thing I ever seen or heard. And that right there, I just went, ‘I want to do that.’”

What was the music grind like for Peter Cetera, making the transition from Chicago to Los Angeles, where Chicago went on to play hundreds and hundreds of shows in night clubs and colleges? “It took a little while. But we all drove out from Chicago. I drove out in my ‘67 Volkswagen, pulling a trailer, and we all went on to L.A. We lived in the same house. Eight guys in a house, seven of us and a road manager. We just started working clubs.”

Peter Cetera shares the electric excitement of opening up for Jimi Hendrix? “There is a knock on the door and it’s our road manager and he walks in and his eyes are bulging and he goes, ‘Jimi Hendrix wants to come see you guys.’ So, Hendrix walks in the room and the door opens, and there he is with that black kind of flat brimmed hat and all the accoutrements...he walks in and goes, ‘You cats are mother f**kers.’ Just like that. I was like, ‘Whoa!’ So he came in and he sat and talked with us the whole set and he goes, ‘God, you guys are so good.’ And sure enough, shortly after that his manager got a hold of us and says, ‘He wants to take you as his opening act.’ What? Let’s go!”

Peter Cetera talks about the process of contributing music to major movies, such as “Glory of Love” for The Karate Kid II that was originally written for Rocky IV. “In the case of that one, they sent me a tape. Not of the whole movie. Just a VHS tape and the script and I sat there and watched it for a couple things and, ‘Let’s see, fighting. Hmm.’ You know? And I had this chord track and I started singing and, ‘We did it all...hmmm...oh...the glory of love. Hey, wait a minute, what if it is like knights in shining armor.’ I just came along that thing...I finished it and I thought, It’s the first and only song where I thought… ‘That’s a hit. It’s got to be a hit. They got to love this. We took it back and they turned it down. Stallone turned it down.”

How did Peter Cetera’s work with Chicago come to an end? “The big thing about the whole group was drinking and drugs. I mean, that was the big downfall. Let’s state that clearly. Big downfall. And we all did it. Some of us got burned out more than the others and some of us quit. That was the downfall of it. Because nobody around you ever said, ‘Hey man, could you knock off doing that blow?’ You know? Nobody ever said that.”

Check out this episode!

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randomuser678 · 7 years ago

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This may be my own kinda ask but I really want to hear your opinion cause you seem to have a really great one about alot of stuff! Which danganronpa game do you feel was the best story, gameplay, characters and twist wise?? I hope you don't mind me going though and finding your other ask posts and ask8ng dome more asks. but thank you very much if you do This! <3

Oooohhh, thank you so much for asking!

Well, firstly, Im no entirely cought up with ndrv3, even tho I already have a pretty general idea here, and honestly, I don’t feel too motivated to continue, but that’s definitely gonna change at some point

I’m gonna say I’m biased towards the first game, at least when it comes to best story, twist and characters, because it was what started most trends in other dangan games, the story on dr1 served as a base to the following games and it introduced to everyone the dangan world and most of it’s rules, so when the other games showed this world it just felt weaker, just felt like they were rehearsing the same story that Ive heard b4, there was the same basic plot with ultimates trapped on a place and forced to murder eachother, the only differences being what their talents and main location were, so it feels like the shocking plot of teenagers and murders just got less shocking over time, they kept using this plot and it stopped being original.

But that wasn’t a bad thing, they kept following the same storyline, of course they’d have the same base story, so maybe it would have been better if they kept changing canons for each game? I doubt that would work, but hey, that would mix things up for sure.

But the worst part abt the trends that the first game started, is that I just can’t help but feel like so many story points were done much better at DR1, for example: Junko, the big bad gal, the queen of despair, the main villain of the franchise.

She has appeared in all of the games, and just everywhere really, as cosplay, as AI, whatever, she was there since the first game, and always as the villain, or some sort of force related to the villain, which is good, I love her, but since the first game, y'know how that turned into less of a plot twist and more of a boring pattern.

On the first game her villainy was the biggest plot twist, the girl that had died on the first chapter and never mentioned ever since, was actually alive and the one behind the murders, that just surprised me so much, who would even go on that direction. I absolutely loved it, and the whole basis of the plot twist was that the gyaru was actually the villain, and even tho I didn’t get that right of the bat I now find this pretty smart, and just goes to show how dr likes to subvert these anime tropes.

But then she was the mastermind on the second game.

I mean I loved having her round again, but “The villain this time is the villain from the last time“ isn’t that much of a surprise anymore, and seeing how Junko just turned into basically an all seeing always present god, I wonder why they kept pulling that off years after the first game, that is the most noticeable trend from the first game, and repeating the same plot twist just doesn’t seems like a good writing strategy.

But I can kind of see how that could work, you keep pulling the same plot twist again and again but adding more stuff each time, so the new one feels different from last ones, like “You were classmates” and then “You were classmates, and also you were evil“ or “It was Junko all along“ and then “It was Junko all along except it she is a fictional character“ and I guess that’s kind of creative, if that’s what they were going for here, but that doesn’t explain why they kept repeating so many story points and the character patterns.

The parallels between the first game and the second are pretty easy to make, first chapter there’s always a plan where the wrong person dies, second chapter is something or someone from the character’s past “coming back” to haunt the murderer, third chapter there are two ppl who are killed, and only one death was really planned from the beginning and the murderer is the least sympathetic of them all, on the fourth chapter the gentle giant dies and they always has good intentions and the chapter has a sacrifice being made and there is a blah blah blah abt what a life is worth and all of that, the fifth chapter is leading to the end, so many plot twists are made here, that one character that seemed like they were too badass and too present in the story dies (I mean Mukuro wasn’t present, but the story was hyping her as this mysterious force leading up to the final revelation) and then the two last games have final chapter revealing the mastermind and additional plot twists, the first game didnt have a sixth chapter cuz they had less of a plot to discover, the other games just kept adding to the basic line that I talked abt here.

So the discussion here is basically which game did all of this better.

The first game introduced this pattern, so it has some sort of advantage, the second one just felt like a copout for me, and the third one was pretty linear with this too but the last chapter was just, wow.

The final game had the biggest final plot twist, as in, it was a giant middle finger to the audience, which is not really a bad thing, but it still shocked me, the first chapter had already a plot twist that made some fans abandon the game, so you can only imagine what the last one did with some fans, I never expected the franchise to be this meta, and I honestly don’t know how to feel about it just yet.

Of course, nobody likes discovering that the characters you got so invested weren’tactually who you thought they were, I mean, yeah, they are fictional characters so of course you knew that they were fake ppl anyways, but knowing that the fictional characters that you love are fictional on their own fictional world, that’s fictionalception! And just hard to follow tbh.

So on one hand it was a shocking twist that took a really different turn from the last games, but in other hand, it made the story feel weaker somehow, knowing that this fabricated morals were fabricated on it’s own world, if that makes sense, I don’t know how to describe it.

I also wanna mention that on ndrv3 almost all of the murderers were sympathetic, the only exceptions being the mastermind and the third chapter, but that’s how it always is. On the first game it was all very gray, the murderers had their own reasons and you could feel bad for them if you wanted, but the game didn’t seem to side with either the victim or the culprit, you could understand how the Sayaka planned to murder Leon, but you also could see how Leon took advantage of the situation (And tbh they both were pretty stupid), you could understand how Mondo just lost control and did something horrible, but you can also see how that happened and how Chihiro was stronger than him (And that chapter was amazing tbh), but on the second game it felt more guilt-trippy for me, doesn’t help the fact that everyone just forgot abt the ppl who were killed, bcuz they had connections with the murderers, and I didn’t like the twist on the second trial at all, I felt like most of the characters got no development on the main plot line at all, the only really big exception being Kuzu and Hinata I think.

I preferred when they left it more gray, when the story allowed us to understand the murderer’s motive without feeling like they were forcing you to love them. That’s what it was like for me on the second and third games, but mostly on the second one.

It also doesn’t help that they almost always forget about the ppl who died as the story goes on, either that or they only remembered of their respective love interest.

And oh God, love interests, I don’t care about any romance on this franchise, the biggest offenders were So/n/dam/ and all of the hets in ndrv3, but I’m not gonna go in details here, that would be just too unpleasant.

So like, ndrv3 had many cutscenes, which meant more character interactions, and seeing how a character interacts with other ppl is always a great thing, it builds better both characters, makes them feel more real, makes things less boring, and it’s just great, and dr1 didn’t have much of that, or at least not any remarkable ones like the other games, which sucks bcuz I wanted more of those characters, but they were still starting the franchise so of course it was gonna be like that.

And can I say how in sdr2 it felt like the coolest girls felt like were all forced to have a boy on their story lines? Sonia doesn’t do anything big on the story even tho she is pretty smart and curious, she only really did something when she was crying over Gundham, Peko is limited to her young master, which makes sense on the story (She was raised to only care abt him) but still feels like a waste of a character, almost everything Akane does on the story is related to Nekomaru somehow, or ends up with Nekomaru and as a result she gets no development, and hardly ever interacts with anyone outside of that dude. Peko and Akane never interact and that’s honestçy the worst of all of this, they are the two fighter girls with totally different styles! They should have hanged out more.

The guys were always on the spotlight and that makes me kinda sad, such wasted potential, and while that’s kind of a problem on this whole franchise, it was easier to see on sdr2 tbh.

The girls on ndrv3 and dr1 were great tho.

And also I rate male characters on dr based on how date-able they are, so it’d be like

Best boys- SDR2 (Would date them all)

Second best boys-DR1 (I dont like Togami that much but most of them are ok)

Worst boys-NDRV3 (I only like Hoshi and Gonta)

And gameplay wise ndrv3 wins, just, so many minigames and bonus content, it’s the newer game so obviously they’d have great gameplay.

So to cut it short, cuz I just went everywhere here

Best story: Ndrv3, dr1 is a close second, but since ndrv3 had two other games to live up to, they had a more solid basis when it comes to what to expect and how strong plot twists feel, even tho I still lean towards dr1 that started this mess.

Best gameplay: Ndrv3, the newer one with tons of bonus content and weird class trials

Best characters: Dr1, I loved the characters and was never able to get over them, even tho they didn’t have tons of character interactions like the other games. On a side note Ndrv3 has the best girls and Sdr2 has the best boys, but as a whole, I like Dr1 gang the best.

Best plot twist:Ndrv3 just loved having a bunch of those, but I still liked the whole Junko thing on the first game.

Some other stuff too

Dr3 was an alright anime, I didnt like the end or how the character were treated and just forgotten abt forever, and I want them back, but still, I just loved seeing them animated and full of life.

Despair girls followed my fav from the first game, Toko, and an awesome protag, too bad the game felt like pandering to pedophiles so much, I know that isn’t anything new to this franchise at this point, and anime generally is like this, but it was just disgusting, they tried to tackle on the subject of child abuse while having fan service scenes with minors, that made everything worse, and was a waste of a cool concept and characters. At least the kids survived in the end.

I haven’t read dr0

So that’s it, thank you so much for sending an ask, I hope you have a great new year and stuff!

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the story of how i found happiness by hating myself

so in September 2016, i was fresh faced at uni. recently dumped and not dealing with it well. i never thought i would change so dramatically as a person while at uni, i just thought it was something my hometown friends said to make me feel bad about growing as a person.

i began to sleep around, something i never thought id be capable of, just months earlier believing i was demi-sexual. first came a boy from the building i lived in. he wasn’t the best but he was fun to talk to. and when things went south, jamie from the shop offered to talk to him, put in a good word. they were friends after all. i thought he was nice.

second came a friend from my course. we didn’t have a lot in common and he wasn’t the kindest to me. when he left a hickey on my neck, jamie from the shop noticed, gently teased me and stopped when he saw i was uncomfortable about it. boy number 2 was very clear he didn’t want people to know.

boy number three i met at a party, hosted by the first guy. he listened to me. we had a lot of fun. it wasn’t just sex, we’d sometimes just sleep next to each other. he asked me out pretty often but i always said no. i was scared of being hurt again. when he had a tough football practise or game, id pull a plastic chair from the kitchen into his shower and wash his hair. then sit on the bed and dry it. this lasted 6 months. i’m pretty certain he said he loved me one night. i ignored him. jamie from the shop thought it was sweet, watching us walk together passed the shop on the way to the bus. they were friends too.

the fourth boy was a friend of number 2. we’d been on a date earlier i the year and it didn’t work out. but we were drunk. my friends had taken a taxi home while me and number 4 walked a friend home. he offered his bed. we only kissed the first night.

on a night out we had a chance encounter with jamie from the shop, i told him about this boy, he seemed to know everyone id slept with at this point, yet i stupidly never thought of him as much of a friend. deciding he was probably like this with everyone. i kissed 3 of my friends that night as a joke, someone said my lipstick smelt good, so everyone had a taste. but not jamie from the shop. i never noticed that he wanted to, but was too scared to ask. later that night i went to boy number 4′s place. jamie from the shop hugged me so hard he picked me up off the ground when i left. he called after me wishing me luck.

i felt terrible. 3 boys on the go, and none of them knew about each other. after Christmas 2016 i gave it up. decided to try boy number 3 for real, but never told him. i decided i’d wait for him to ask again. he never got the chance.

February 2017, on a night out, another chance encounter with jamie from the shop. he came with us to our favourite club and we danced for what seemed like forever together. he was a good dancer. and i was tipsy enough to not care how i looked. when we were done he asked if i smoked. and i lied and said yes. i wanted to spend more time with him. we spent 2 hours outside just talking. i must have smoked 3 or 4 cigarettes, more than i ever wanted. we ended up having a small kiss, a kiss we giggled through.

eventually my friends came outside and found us. saying they were going home, but i wasn’t tired. jamie from the shop offered to take me to a pub i hadn’t heard of, which is now one of my favourites. a friend hugged me goodbye and told me to be careful, we didn’t know him very well. but i said i was fine and i wasn’t doing that anymore.

at the pub we sat outside for hours. he sat and listened to me talk on the phone to friend for half an hour, she sounded excited for details the next day. i remember reading the messages back the next day.

“i’m not going to fuck him. hes jamie from the shop.”

i don’t remember much more of that night. i don’t remember getting to jamie’s house, or how we started getting intimate. the next thing i remember is being halfway through our night. we were laughing and smiling the whole time. we didn’t sleep the whole night. when we weren’t having sex we were just talking, cuddling and going outside to smoke. i ended up with hickeys everywhere. a bruise on my leg where i walked into the bed frame, and one high on my cheek bone.

but i didn’t mind. i’ve always sort of fantasised about that kind of thing. jamie had a box of kinky things we used. it was great. the next morning when we were getting ready to go out he helped me find my clothes, i fastened his bracelet he was struggling with and he walked me to uni. we didn’t kiss goodbye.

id missed my morning lecture by about an hour so i went straight for the bus. the bus my friends were sat on, fresh out of our morning lecture. they thought it was funny. caught out on my walk of shame. they didn’t think the bruises were funny. they were quite angry. the same person who held me tight and told me be careful, i was now making him promise not to say anything to jamie. and he didn’t.

jamie text me later in the day, asking if wanted to get high after he finished work, he’d have 30 minutes before he had to get the bus. i said yes. as he walked out of the building, he slipped on a muddy slope trying to look cool. he slipped in mud and i laughed so hard. we teased each other about it so much. we didn’t end up smoking after all, he spent too much time cleaning up in the bathroom. we just sat and talked for 10 minutes at a bench. he asked if i wanted to go back to mine, which i declined.

after that, i didn’t go to the shop as much, i tried to avoid it as much as i could. jamie invited me to a house party, when i started to turn him down he told me to invite my friends. so i took one with me. i sat on the far right of a sofa next to a wall and told my friend to sit next to me so jamie couldn’t. he sat on the arm and put his arm around me instead. we smoked and drank together until my friend went home. i started to throw up, jamie tucked me into his bed after and went back to the party. he came back every so often to check on me, he thought i was asleep, but i wasn’t always. i remember seeing his relieved smile in the light of the corridor.

we had sex in the morning. i was fully sober. and i loved every second. i was so scared i would regret it. he offered to walk me to uni again, and this time tried to hold my hand. i panicked and shoved my hands in my coat pockets. “my hands are cold. sorry” i told him. he looked sad and i tried not to care. it suddenly occurred to me, jamie from the shop might actually like me.

a few weeks later i went to visit a friend in another city, the one i called at the pub. before my train jamie insisted we got breakfast together. he took me to costa and offered to buy me coffee, i declined. as we ate he smiled and said, “this is nice. its like a fist date”. i said ‘date’ in air quotations, and i saw his heart crumble.

we joked about my adventure with jamie. i was so sure i didn’t like him in any real way other than sex. but she pointed out, i couldn’t stop talking about him. texting him. and when i got drunk and threw up i called him. we spent 2 hours talking. when i came back we had our first proper date. we went to the coolest pizza bar.

we didn’t become official for a long time. it took lots of convincing me i wanted a relationship. lots of friendship building. it ended up happening one night we got high with my friend. the one that said be careful months before. he said he was tired of us pretending we weren’t official. we laughed it off uncomfortably, but when we talked about it later and decided to give it a go, he was the first person i told. “thank you”.

by hating myself for months of sleeping around, i found happiness with someone who had always believed in me. tried to help me in all my endeavours. offered to talk to other boys for me, and offered to fix my light when i was too nervous to get it fixed by maintenance. offered to report my broken boiler, after a whole first term of cold showers. he never gave up on me. when i’ve asked him about it now, he said he almost gave up. it was all down to my friends convincing me id be fine.

and ive never felt as loved, and been happy ever since.

#story time #my love story

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Darkest Before Dawn. Part 2

Farcry 5 fanfic. Rated M for Mature language and sexual reference. No pairing or plans for smutt.

Your head hurt fiercely slowly you open your eyes there was a man sitting not far from you, your hands where zap strapped to a post.

“Good your awake, you people really kicked the hornets nest.” He said staring you down.

“Sir im a lonely red head.”

“Im reffering to the shit job you deputies and that dumb ass marshal did.”

“Well it was my first day, i skipped the tutorial. Probably a my bad.” You reply as you close your eyes. Fuck did your head hurt.

“Is this a joke to you? Because those peggies are out there murdering people and burning their homes to the ground. They where waiting for some dumb ass to start their holy war and you ass holes just did it. Now good folks are dying and im trying to figure out this mess you made.”

“No this isnt a fucking joke, i was literally blown off a bridge. I went to see what happened to the dumb asses when we lost contact and another deputy split. I have no fucking clue whats going on i arrived in this town yesterday to start my job today. I went from being a fucking paramedic to this shit? Fuck. Fuck this is fucked. Am i going to make jokes? Yes, why? BECAUSE I WAS BLOWN OFF A FUCKING BRIDGE! Worst first day ever and now im tied up in what looks like is some old dudes basement. Sorry if im not taking it to seriously right now i have had a doozy of a time trying to figure this shit out.” You say while glaring at him, he studied your face for a few minutes before sighing deeply and pulling out a knife and cut you loose.

“Theres clothes in there, get changed burn the uniform meet me down the hall.” He said as he walked away. You pick out a flannel red shirt and jeans and go see the old man. There was one wall dedicated to your family and another woman. Clippings about disappearing people,a cult, people being strong armed out of their properties and homes. Your family was the centre of it all.

“Jeez” you whisper and you hand traces the wall. You look at “Faith” and the flower named bliss it was some serious chemistry compound drug work.

“Near as i can tell, shes a replacement for the sister they couldn’t find. Call her Faith because they believe that their sister will come back, and that “Faith” will help harrold her into a new beginning.” He said from behind you. “Names Dutch. I get you didn’t kick this hornets nest, but your involved non the less deputy. Help me, help the folks out there in this mess and maybe we can fix it.” You turn to face him, his face was stern and fixed on you for your reply.

“They’re killing people?” You ask and he nodded.

“If not themselves, they order it.”

“Im in.” You say with a small nod. Your heart had sunk. Blind leap of faith was a bad idea. Should of looked up everything, is that why the house was so cheap? People cutting losses and getting the fuck out of town? Dutch talked with you for a while catching you up on Edens Gate and “Peggies”. He helped you get a good lay of the land and where to find some things and even gave you few guns to leave with.

“Other than your, brief training as a deputy what else do you have in your bag of tricks. Because you cant underestimate these peggies.” Dutch asked as you where heading to the bunker door. “ These peggies dont mess around.”

“Fair enough, i was in air cadets until i was 18 got my pilots license through them, learned to shoot to. Im a ace shot actually.” You say with a smirk. “I also volunteered as a firefighter at 16 did that for a few years to, become a paramedic and did that until I moved here. I have lots of experience saving lives, this is the first time i get to use guns to do so.” You say with a smile.

Duth noded “Good dont die then.”

Securing falls end wasnt easy, you had to wait for a group of peggies to take off and act, strike fast and once they had the opportunity the rest of the town fought with you. Mary May put a shot and beer in front of you.

“You earned it darling.” She said with a smile “You really shoved it to those peggies! And it was beautiful.” Before you could answer the tv flickered and started showing an image of John, he had Hudson and was talking. You couldn’t hear what he was saying your mind tuned it out. You where lost, it really is your family and they are fully aware of what they are doing. The video started over again it was on a loop you realize you where holding your breath and exhale. You take the shot and put your head on the counter. This is fucked.

“Dep-you-tee” the radio crackled “You must have a radio from my men enough of them had one.” You look at the radio beside you Mary May was glaring at it. If looks could kill.

“Hello John.” You say slowly your mouth was dry, your heart pounding.

“Ah, there she is! I was wondering if I would get to hear your voice. I wonder when we get to meet? Will it be at your baptism maybe?”

“Not surprised you don’t recognize my voice John, but we met.” The bar was silent probably the quietest its even been you didn’t know.

“Oh? An old conquest maybe? Did you have a habit? Lots of possibilities. But none that matter. We maybe short what was promised but reaping day is here.”

“Where you promised another person?” You ask remembering Dutchs words about how they believed you would be back.” Laughter erupted on the other end.

“Dont you worry about that dep-you-tee, Joseph hasn’t been wrong yet, see you around John out.”

“Looking forward to the reunion, kind of its conflicting now... Joanne Hope out.” You didn’t add your last name, you didn’t go by Seed anymore but you think that was enough for him to get the picture. Everyone in the bar was fixed on you and the radio. There was a long silence before it was broken surprisingly by the radio.

“You’re top priority Dep-you-tee, your marked now. Lets see if you are, who you say you are hm?”

“Nothing like a good ole sibling rivalry John, in the midst of a hostile cult takeover. Lookin forward to it, because im not turning my back on these people. Ive dedicated my life to saving lives im not going to stop now.” You slide the radio away and the pastor sat down beside you everyone went tense watching you. “Im not like my brothers.” You say quietly as you sip at your beer.

“I certainly dont think that you are. Im pastor Jerom” he said warmly has he put his hand on your back. “Thank you for saving us.”

“Seeds arent welcome here” someone angrily yelled

“Then i guess its a good thing my last name is Knight. After my parents that raised me.” You say as you turn around to face the people. “I dont know what shit show i walked into, but this certainly isnt what i was expecting. Finding long lost homicidal siblings running a cult that almost killed me multiple times since i came to town. Fucking great. Just fucking great. I didn’t look into shit moving to this town because i wanted to be surprised. Looked beautiful seemed like a great job everything just seemed to fit so i thought it did. Should of stayed in Canada, paramedics dont deal militant cults.” It looked like a couple people where going to say something and you where getting ready to leave. Mary May slammed her hands on the bar.

“The deputy stays. She chased those peggies out of town, she freed us and gave me my bar back. Got a problem with that then walk.” She said as she nodded towards the door everyone looked down and walked away. “You got balls. I like that.” She said to you with a smile “Have another shot, we cant pick family.” She slid another shot to you and Jerom and poured one for herself. “Cheers” you all raised your shot glasses.

The next day you start driving up to the jail Jerom thought that maybe some space between you and the men looking for you might be best. You where not ready to deal with Jacob yet either so you decided on Faiths region. Besides should probably check in at the office so the know your alive, if they haven’t heard already. It was easy to zone out driving no one one the roads. Just tree, tree, tree, sign, tree, tree, tree, flaming person, tree, tree. Shit! Flaming person? You slam on the breaks and look back a peggie was on fire while it looked like Sharky assisting in the lighting of the fire. You put it in park and hop out.

“Sharky my man! Safer to travel in numbers want to come?” You ask as you to nod to your stolen truck.

“Hang out with the coolest deputy ever bashin peggie heads? Hells yes im in! Your like the coolest bro ever, i mean dude, dudette? You know. Uhh, yeah.” He said with a nod.

“Great, I remember something about a flamethrower? That would be great in times like this.” You say as you both get in “I mean if the worlds going to burn, might as well help it.”

“Seriously your like, the fucking coolest how did you end up with the popo?or this shit hole town for that matter”

“An absolutely terrible judgement call.” You reply With a laugh. “When my parents passed and left me everything i saw an opportunity to try something new. I had money to sit on while i did training and that for some reason i thought law enforcement. I mean i did some firefighting, was a paramedic and thought why not law. It ended up the town i had long lost family in, needed someone of my position i went for and got it.” You say the jail was close by now. “I wasn’t expecting a crazy cultists hostil take over on day one of the job.”

“No one ever expects the crazies, you just cant know how crazy they are untill its to late. Like we all knew they where crazy but not likeTHIS crazy. This is set your house on fire with you trapped inside crazy. Because thats what they’re doing ya know, litterly what they’re doing.” Sharky said with a nod “I feel bad because i may of shown one or two peggies how to make a flamethrower before i knew they where crazy peggies.”

“Dont worry Sharky, i wont blame you for that... If you dont blame me for my long lost family. Im, uh.. My last name was Seed a long time ago, before i was adopted.” You say stiffly not sure how he would react he looked surprised for a minute then nodded.

“No worries bro, we’re on the same team!” He said as he patted you on the shoulder. The prison came into view and it looked like it was through a war.

#farcry 5 fanfic #farcry5 #oc #darkest before dawn #seed family

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