#I think. Does Dee know what angst is yet? No. Absolutely not.

[amethystpath-writes]

To Traitors

NOT A PR0MPT

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"The general wants to send me to your homeland."

"For war?"

Villain hummed. "We knew it was coming."

"Of course." Hero shook her head and pushed a shirt further into the bucket of water. She bent it and twisted it and shoved it again. "How did she react when you told her 'no'?"

That was the thing; Villain didn't deny the general. No one denied the general.

Hero picked up on the silence. She always did. “Where does that leave us?”

A choice.

War?

Or her?

“You know this decision is not mine.”

"Sure, it is. I always wanted to travel- try camping."

Camping. Hero knew rejecting orders would be considered traitorous. She would rather be homeless and shunned than to standby while her homeland was being attacked.

"Hero..."

"Is that something you are not willing to do?" Her movements became rushed, like she was trying to maintain a calm, but the only way to do so was to move along with the emotions. She grabbed a shirt, dunked it, rung it, tossed it. Grab, dunk, ring. Grab, dunk, ring. They weren't even becoming clean, and the water needed changed. "My family is there. Where are they meant to go?"

"Even if I did tell the general no, I cannot stop an entire army from marching. The war will happen with or without me."

A sigh veiled the tension in the room. Villain's weight creaked beneath him as he stepped towards his lover. He took a linen shirt, wet and soaked, from her hands, and dropped it in the brown water. He found her hands next, then tugged her up slightly. She took the cue and stood, let herself be held.

"I love you," Villain said.

Hero didn't like crying. This is why Villain began rubbing her back as he pulled her into an embrace. She buried her face into his chest and sniffed once, twice...wiped a face full of tears, sniffed again...stopped, then began sobbing. No amount of squeezing could console the thought of her family being innocently slaughtered.

"You would hide them, wouldn't you? If you found them, you would save them?"

His grip loosened. He whispered, “Of course I would.” Did Hero know it might have been a lie? Even Villain wasn't sure what he would do when the time came that he marched onto her homeland.

"When do you leave?"

"Tomorrow."

"Then I'm leaving now." She attempted to pull away from Villain's chest, but he held her firmly. Her muscles tensed beneath him, but Villain knew she knew better than to try again.

"Hero, be level-headed.

"I want to warn them," she whispered, so quietly that Villain only knew what she said because of how well he knew her. He knew her every thought before she even had it herself. It wasn't magic; just love.

"And you think you will outrun an entire army overnight?"

"I know I won't!" her tone had changed, and this time when she pulled away, she didn't stop until Villain let her go. "But who am I to not try at all? Who would I be, Villain?" Her face was red and swollen, glistening with sad, then angry tears.

For a moment, she stopped. She took a breath. then swallowed as if she needed to stop herself from asking what obviously came to her mind. Alas, she said it. "How long have you known?" Her voice cracked, and Villain could see she already knew the answer: longer than he should have known before telling her.

"I'm sorry."

"I didn't ask for an apology." Her eyes refused to meet his. Villain was almost glad for it. He couldn't bear her anger, not when it was directed at him. "I asked how long you have known."

"Hero..."

"Clean your own damn clothes. I'll pay the Baker family back when I return."

"Pay them back? For w-" No. "You're not taking their horse." Hero was already scrounging around, first grabbing a raggedy sack, then stuffing one random item after another in. "Hero, stop. Hero-" She was going to take the neighbor's horse just to get caught up in the war herself. "Stop!"

She fell to her knees in the next moment. Broke down as if his voice took out the last support beam keeping the house together. hero cried, screamed, and wailed. "No. No. No. No. No," she repeated, and her voice broke time and time again as she screamed.

Tears sprung into Villain's eyes. What did he do?

"I'll send a bird. It will arrive before our army does, and when they receive it, they will know to leave."

Hero's head lifted, and her puffy eyes finally met Villain's glistening ones. "I will prepare beds. We have pelts; I can throw something together, and my brother can take-"

One blow after another, each and every passing moment. Just when Villain thought all might be well, the both of them realized there was no saving anyone. The war was an ambush, and Hero's brother would be expected to take a stand, to protect his own homeland.

"I won't-" Villain swallowed. "I won't harm your family. I will send the bird, and I will pray with every moment of travel that they receive it and leave. I will not draw my sword until I find their home empty, until I am sure they have left."

"You would be a traitor to your own kingdom."

"Better it this kingdom than you."

[dindjarindiaries]

Mandoctober - October 16: Tatooine

summary: When Din gets hit by Fennec Shand’s second shot, you have to rush to his aid after the rookie bounty hunter leaves him for dead.

pairing: din djarin (the mandalorian) x gn!reader

warnings: near-death, injuries, angst, fluff

rating: T

word count: 1.502k

mandoctober masterlist

october 16: tatooine

“Din. Din. What’s going on out there?”

You’ve always hated it when he does this.

The comlink sits heavily in your fist as you sigh, wrapping an arm around yourself as you pace the hangar. You’ve already tried him multiple times, now, and he’d told you he’d let you know as soon as they’d secured the bounty.

That was over an hour ago.

You bite your lip and bring the comlink to your lips once again. “Din. Are you there?”

Static. You mutter a curse. He must’ve lost his comlink while securing the bounty.

But then, you see the light flickering from your transmitter bracelet. Quickly, you lift your arm, watching as it flickers once, then twice, then three times.

Din’s emergency signal. Something’s wrong—very wrong.

“No,” you murmur to yourself, forcing your comlink into your pocket as you jog towards the Crest. The baby’s sleeping aboard it and you can’t risk leaving him behind, but you’d be damned if you didn’t go after your riduur. “Hang in there, Din,” you plead to the open air, taking the sleeping bundle in your arms before rushing to the outside of the hanger. Thankfully, there’s an old speederbike parked there, and it only takes you a few moments to start it up. With the baby secured on your front, you soon take off, using your transmitter bracelet to track Din’s location.

It’s pitch black as you weave your way through the dark, flying over the Tatooine dunes as you close the distance between you and Din. You’d already sent him your response signal, but constantly, you see your wrist flashing with different coded messages you’d both made up.

Two long flashes. The baby.

One long flash. You.

A short flash, a long flash, and another short flash. I love you.

These messages worry you more, making your vision blur even more than it already has thanks to the flying sand and wind as you whip your way towards him. You crank the speederbike as much as you can, hearing yourself practically whizzing through the air as you fly through the dark and cold desert.

The sounds of a large creature stop you for a moment as you come to a halt, also seeing a still body beside it. Your heart leaps into your throat as you hop off the bike, running over to see if it’s who you think it is. Yet, you realize it’s another hunter, one who’d fallen off their dewback ride.

And the hunter has a sniper bolt going straight through his chest.

Suddenly, it all sets in for you. “No,” you gasp, refusing to believe this is what’s awaiting you just further away. You start to run back to the speederbike with the baby in arms. “No!”

You’ve never pushed a speederbike harder.

It absolutely sails over the dunes, causing you to bounce in a not-so graceful manner multiple times—though you hold tight to the baby and don’t mind the rest. Whatever it takes to get you to Din as quickly as possible. That’s all that matters right now.

What you get to first is the wreckage of the speederbike. The front of it’s been sniped off, causing you to whimper to yourself as you realize what must’ve happened after. Your heart sinks like a stone into your stomach when you see the silhouette laying on the ground a few feet away from it.

“Din,” you breathe, still loud enough for him to hear it—if he’s even still conscious. You take the baby in your arms as you leap from the bike, hurrying over to his side and setting the baby on the sand beside you. “What is it, riduur?”

You watch one of Din’s gloved hands point down to his abdomen. Your eyes follow the movement, your hand gently moving his and hearing his groan as you accidentally brush against the wound. It’s bloody and burned—an evident sign that he was hit hard by the sniper bolt.

“Din,” you sigh with a slight wince, looking desperately at his visor. His gloved hand stays tight in yours, giving it a gentle squeeze as if he’s trying to comfort you. You start to look around, wondering why he’s alone. “Where’s the rookie? Why didn’t he—?”

“He… left,” Din breathes heavily, nearly gasping thanks to his injury. The sound of his voice makes your heart ache even more. “Thought I was… dead.”

“You won’t die,” you assure him, giving him a bittersweet smile as you look back to his wound. “We just have to get you—.”

“C-Cyare—.”

“—to that dewback, and then I can get us back to—.”

“—riduur, please—.”

“—the Crest for some medical supplies, and then we can get you to the medical—.”

“—please, cyar’ika.” Din’s tone is as firm as he can manage for right now, causing it to effectively cut you off as you look to his visor again. “I won’t… it won’t…” Din can’t quite finish, releasing a groan of pain as his helmet lulls to the side. His chest heaves a strangled breath, causing your heart to twist in more pain as tears sting your eyes. “Please… just make this easier.” Din gasps for another deep breath, forcing his helmet back to its previous place as he looks to you. “H-Helmet.”

You regretfully drop his hand for the moment to instead reach for his helmet, your hands trembling as you gently lift it from his head. Your gaze meets his, watching it sparkle in a bittersweet manner as you set his helmet aside. His nose leaves a trail of blood that must be from the speederbike crash, but otherwise, it’s the same face you’ve gotten to know well over the past year of your marriage—making this moment even more painful for you. One of your hands cups his cheek as the other finds his hand again. You shake your head slowly at the reality he’s trying to get you to face. “Din, I…” you trail off, not even knowing what to say.

Din continues staring at you in an affectionate manner, the ghost of a smile apparent on his lips as he studies you. “You… are so… so…” he can’t speak well, both from his injury and from his amazement at you. He wets his lips, attempting to talk again as he swallows hard. “The perfect… last thing… to see.”

You shake your head more vigorously now as a cry threatens to tear through your throat. “Ne'johaa!” you exclaim, your voice shaking almost as much as your hands, now. Shut up! “Gar jahaat.” You’re lying. Your lip quivers as you lift his gloved hand to your lips, pressing it there firmly as you try to keep your tears inside. “Nayc, Din’ika—nayc. Gedet’ye!” No, dear Din—no. Please!

Din’s eyelids begin to flutter closed. You’re about to cry out again when a strange energy radiates from near you.

The baby’s got his little hand over Din’s wound, healing it before either one of you can protest.

He makes quick work of it, and within just a few mere seconds, the wound’s completely closed up and healed. The baby sits back, closing his eyes tiredly as he nestles back into the blanket he’d been swaddled up in. You finish wrapping him up, keeping his bundle pressed close to you.

You look back to Din, watching him catch up on his breath as his eyes grow wider again. When his chest eases back to its normal state, his gaze pierces through years, his lips curling up into a small smile as he raises an eyebrow at you. “Don’t worry, riduur, I was being dramatic.”

You can’t help chuckling at him, shaking your head as you press your forehead to his. “I swear to the Maker, Din, if you ever make me go through this again…” you trail off, shaking your head as you let his imagination fill in the blank.

He chuckles with you, brushing his nose against yours before kissing you with the passion of a hungry lover. When he pulls away, he urges you closer, letting you lay beside him as you stare up at the night sky together. “One thing I learned from this experience is how beautiful the stars are from Tatooine,” Din tells you, his rasp soft as he pulls you even closer.

“That’s the only thing you learned?” you scoff jokingly.

Din turns his head to face you, smiling to himself as he kisses your nose. “I also learned that the thought of any kind of life without you is terrifying.”

You smile with him at that, closing your eyes as you nestle yourself even closer to him—thankful for the breath of life in him and the stars of Tatooine that helped to keep him alert and alive.

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[princeanxious]

for the touch starved thing, platonic creatwins? where they’re both finally accepting of each other, and roman one day randomly pats remus on the back, and remus just. hasn’t been touched in so long, because deceit mostly kept to himself and the others despised him, so he’s just. really shook and quietly says “could you do that again?” and roman is confused as to what he means, but anyway roman is horrified to find out how touch starved his twin actually is

Ohohoho angsty! Very angsty. I like it. Heres what I came up with, its not super long but its enough i hope. Hhhh

Warnings: Sympathetic Remus, brotherly Creativitwins, touch starved Remus, touch starved character recieving touch for the first time in literal years, allusions to talking about gore but its like super minor, and i think thats it?? Angst out the wazoo! Also not beta’d bcs it’s 2:30 am and I am probably going to bed after this to answer the rest of the prompts tomorrow xD so all mistakes are mine

One Touch Breaks the Dam

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They’d come a long way to get to now, where Remus could relax on the living room floor in the commons without his shirt on(though, pants, he’d been told, were mandatory) and draw with his bro in relative peace. They’d bicker here and there, but it was all lighthearted and fun. Logan relaxed on one side of the couch with a book, occasionally chipping a piece of info into the ever changing conversation topics.

The acceptance hadn’t come easy, though it wasn’t like Remus hadn’t deserved his family, it just happened that he’d had to fight tooth and nail to even get that idea rolling. He didn’t mind it much, didn’t dwell on it too long if he could help it, that his brother got it scott free and he’d had to hike the mountain the whole way to meet him there. It didn’t matter now, now really, because he’d made it. And they’d helped him get here just as much as he worked to get here, and sure, there were still plenty of rough spots to smooth out. No family was perfect, he knew, but every improvement made him happy as can be.

He could hang out with Patton while the father figure baked, and listen to Logan ramble on about his latest hyper fixation. Remus could finally sit near Virgil and listen to his edgy music together, he could even go and help Dee tend to his two pet snakes! Sure, he’d been given a few ground rules set to follow with all of them, and sometimes he forgot them.. but they seemed to get more patient with him with each passing day as soon as they saw how guilty he felt about breaking one of the rules.

Where Virgil had once worried that the other’s acceptance of him could be reversed in one mistake, Remus sometimes seemed to believe he still hadn’t fully gained it yet. That he expected at any moment they would turn and tell him to leave, and he would without hesitation because he’d gotten what he wanted, even if he couldn’t have kept it, just having a taste of any of it was enough to satisfy him for a lifetime. Or.. so he said, in his quieter, not so spontaneous moments.

The world could leave Remus alone again, and he’d be fine, because for just a short period of time, he’d had a family to be part of. That was enough. None of the sides bought it, not fully at least, despite knowing Remus was the least likely to lie in any situation. Even Dee was skeptical that Remus was trying to lie to himself, but could never fully be sure.

However, with each passing week, the abandonment never came. And slowly, Remus stopped believing that they would leave, and only then could things really begin to move forward.

With each loud and brash outburst, be it gruesome or simply just a well timed, if over-enthusiastic, meme to reply with, the others slowly got used to him. And in turn, Remus adjusted to the others just the same.

It sometimes does wonders to someone prone to attention-drawing outbursts to finally have so many people to interact with as distractions, and slowly become normal interactions with family instead.

Shaking his head, Remus let out a loud breath to re-center his brain on the present and now, knowing that his brain could wander from thought to thought with wild abandon. Roman’s eyes flicked up to meet Remus’s, checking in and receiving a toothy grin in return.

Scooting closer till they were about a foot apart, side by side, Remus presented his new idea to add to their castle defense system in the imagination. Both of them had been working on the plan together all day, seeing as it was a day off for Thomas to just relax.

“Ohh, hmmm. True, geese do make much better outer defensemen than sharks, the scary feathered demons. I like it!” Roman grinned, giving Remus a gentle but reassuring pat on his back, knowing that praising Remus for working his ideas into something constructive would make his brother beam.

Instead, Remus froze for a brief second, before his entire torso trembled harshly for a split second, scaring Roman into moving his hand off of his brother in alarm.

“..woah. Okay. Um, Re? What..?” He trailed off, noticing his brother’s body language. Hunched and closed, and absolutely stiff and still. Remus’s eyes had gone blank for a brief second before blinking to life, skittering around until they focused on Roman.

“C-c.. Could you do that.. Again?”

Roman almost leaped to the thought of his brother doing something weird again, as he could be prone to do. But what stopped him in his tracks was the way his brothers eyes were wide, jaw slack and body tense as his arms reached to hold himself. The way his brothers voice shook like a timid, fearful child asking the kind of question they think could break super expensive glass and ruin everything forever. It was.. heartbreaking. All he’d done is pat his brother’s back, and to receive such a stark reaction to something so small? Something was definitely wrong.

With a gentle nod, Roman slowly moved his hand back to his brother’s back, instead just resting it there. Even as Remus’s shoulders convulse again, then devolving into twitching and shaking, he keeps a close eye on Remus, and waits for his signal to stop.

Remus doesn’t signal, and instead focuses on breathing deeply, trying to keep himself grounded into the now and not lose himself to his whirling mind. It’s only when Roman starts rubbing small, careful circles into Remus’s shoulder does Remus start to break, a sob forcing its way through Remus’s throat. His face is scrunched like hes in pain, his shoulders tensed tight, his hands gripping firmly at his upper arms, his head held low as another sob shakes its way through and tears drip down his face.

Later, when there's time to think and his brother is asleep cuddled between Patton and himself, Roman will realize why Remus was always so confident that he’d be fine if they left him all alone again.

Remus had been alone since their split. He’d had nothing of memory or of reference to all that he’d been missing throughout the years.

Most of all, the lack of a loving and caring embrace.

Roman was going to change that.

[smol-and-grumpy]

Something Just Like This - CH27

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader

Summary: Dean Winchester, mobster boss. He’s a little cocky, a lot ruthless and more often than not, short tempered. But he’s also, Dean Winchester, a war veteran and hero who suffers under a shit ton of PTS. He met her in a bar and thinks it’s fate that brought her to him. Little does he know why she’s really here.

Warnings: NSFW, just really fluffy, dash of angst.

WC: 3491

SERIES MASTERLIST

As usual, Dean’s already up when she wakes. He’s been working mostly when she’s already asleep or before she wakes up so he can take care of her during the day. But that, she thinks, is no way to live. She feels the guilt nagging at her. Hates that he has to go out of his way and all of it only because she was too stupid and jumped into the line of fire. 

Well, he thinks that she saved his life and maybe she really did but she did it gladly, would probably do it again. It’s not like she wants to play a hero, it’s more that she’s grown up selfless and she really doesn’t know anything else than risking her life for others. Not really a great treat, probably.

Y/N gets up to use the bathroom. She decides to wash her face and brush her teeth. Still feels groggy from the last pain medication she had to take last night. From today on, she’ll be drug free. It’s the eighth day that she’s been home. Her wound has healed, it just needs tending to every day for it not to leave a nasty scar. She’s still not allowed to use her arm too much for the next week, though. 

“What are you doing?” He’s standing in their bedroom and leans his head against the door frame, arms crossed over his chest.

“Brushing my teeth and washing my face?” She replies a little annoyed. It came out exactly how she feels on the inside. And the guilt is back because she didn’t want to snap at Dean. She’s just frustrated with everything at the moment and he happens to be the only other person in here. The only person she can project her anger towards.

“I can see that, but why didn’t you tell me. What if you get up too fast and you black out and hit your head somewhere?”

“My god, Dean, I’m not a fucking toddler. I can get up and pee on my own!” She hisses, and storms out, Dean has to take a step to the side as not to be in her way. 

Y/N climbs back into bed, she’s still feeling too tired and she’s mad. Mad that this all happened to her. But mostly, she’s mad that she knows all she has with Dean will be over soon. And now she feels bad for being mad at Dean because he had her best interest at heart. 

Dean climbs back to bed with her, spoons her from behind. He’s still in a t-shirt and pj bottoms. “I’m sorry that you feel like I’m crushing you.” He whispers and it makes her feel even more guilty, if that’s even possible. He snuggles up against her, his big arms holding her tightly. “Do you want me to leave? I can go out for the day, leave you alone.”

She strokes his arm, feels his muscle underneath his skin. “Don’t you get tired of being holed up with me all the time?”

He chuckles against the side of her neck, buries his face deeper into the crook of her neck. “Nuh-uh.”

“You’re weird,” She mumbles, “I’m sorry you have to take care of me.”

“That’s alright. You kind of saved my life.” He then pulls at the collar of her sleep shirt, brings it down past her shoulder and spreads kisses along her exposed flesh. “In more ways than you think.”

Y/N smiles as he continues to nose behind her ear. She gets restless at that, feels her body heating up. Dean slips a hand underneath her shirt, fingertips skidding over the goosebumps on her belly until he cups one of her tits in his hand, fingers twisting at her nipple and she moans out softly. It has been way too long and she feels a sudden need to feel him. How could he behave for so long? She doesn’t know if she could have, if it was the other way around. 

She wriggles with her hips, pushing against him and feels his hard bulge poking at her ass. 

“Baby, you’re not back to health yet.” He says but his voice is strained. She knows that it takes everything in him to utter those words, his self control is hanging by a thread and she’s ready to take a scissor and cut through the thread.

“Please?” She whines, and she really needs it. Feels like she’s going to suffocate in her want if he doesn’t give in. 

Dean loosens his grip, lets her grind into him when he hears her whine. “You absolutely sure?”

“Uh-huh,” She nods and Dean’s hand that was on her tit travels down, hooking his fingers into the waistband of her panties to lower them. She helps him by desperately kicking it off her legs. 

“Fuck,” Dean mutters as his fingers find her clit and feels that she’s already wet. “Still getting wet pretty fast as always, huh?” 

She tilts her head up and to the side, finds him looking down at her and he kisses her, his tongue plays around in her mouth. It has been way too long since they kissed like this. Mainly because Dean’s afraid that if they start, he’ll have a hard time to stop and she’s still recovering. And he was kind of right because my god, his kisses are so good. She’s basically gasping for air when they part, his fingers are lazily rubbing at her clit. “Dean, please?”

“What do you want?” He asks as if he doesn’t know. And that’s the little shit speaking out of him because he knows exactly what she wants but he likes to hear her say it.

“Want your hard cock in my pussy, please? I’m wet enough I swear. I miss your dick stretching me out. Miss feeling your cum inside of me.” And she’s sometimes a little shit too, for giving him more than he bargained for.

“Jesus Christ, Y/N,” Dean let’s out some more profanities as his fingers leave her clit to pull down the waistband of his pj bottoms. Pj bottoms she once bought him because she thought they were cute. It has cats on it. “You really sure?” 

She hears him spit into his hand, wetting his cock, can feel him stroking his dick and lays it to her clit, he moves his hips, thrusting into the apex of her thighs, coating his lengths with her wetness.

It already feels good as it is but she wants more. 

“I’m sure.” 

Dean’s breathing picks up as he holds his cock and nudges against her entrance. She parts her thighs slightly for him for better access. “Just know, I’m not going hard, fast or dee— god dammit!” He pushes in and he’s breathing through his mouth. 

She moans at the intrusion. It has been way too long. It feels way too good. 

“Shit, I was gonna say deep. I’m not going deep.” Dean’s words are strained and he’s clearly gritting his teeth. “Christ, baby, did you get tighter?”

Dean spreads out his arm, so that she can lay her head on it, his other arm comes up around her, slipping underneath her shirt again and he kneads her tits while he fucks up into her at a slow pace. 

“Dean,” 

“Nuh-uh, don’t even try to persuade me.”

“Please,” 

“Baby, I can barely hold myself together as it is, I can’t fuck you harder.” He whispers, because he knows exactly what she wants him to do and he’s not wrong.

She lets out a whine and turns her head into his arm, takes in his scent, feels his soft skin. Dean Winchester has freckles all over. 

“You can rub me, please?” She whines again and wriggles her hips, trying to get him to fuck her deeper. 

He moves his hand that was kneading her tits lower, skids over her tummy, dibs into her belly button on the way down until he rubs at her with his long thick fingers and she moans out in pleasure. It’s the best feeling in the world. She’s missed this so much. 

“Dean, don’t stop, don’t stop, oh my god.” She closes her eyes, feeling the pressure building. 

“Will you come for me, baby? You feel so fucking good, I’m… fuck.” Dean groans loud and deep next to her ear.

Y/N comes as soon as she feels his warm cum coating her insides, bites into his arm, she couldn’t help herself. “Shit, I’m sorry,” She says as she looks at her bite mark. There’s red blood on the surface. The skin didn’t break, though. 

“That’s okay,” He mutters under his breath, laughs a little as he still thrusts in and out lazily until his dick goes soft. 

It’s a lot of cum, too, still seeping out around her hole, she can feel the sticky mess in between her thighs.

“I think I blacked out. Didn’t even feel you biting me.” He kisses her shoulder, “I’ve missed this. Missed how good you feel around me. But I’m also not gonna fuck you again today, don’t even try.”

She let out a sigh because that’s basically what she wants after she’s got a reminder of how good it feels.

“Not even if I pout?” She asks, and Dean laughs. 

“Not even then.”

  Dean was true to his words. Didn’t fuck Y/N again that day but he got into the shower with her and ate her out on their bed after, made her come twice more. He just had to, couldn’t not because he’s been missing it too. 

He was being good for almost two weeks, let her see that their relationship does not involve around sex, and she knew that before already, of course she did. They have gone without sex for a couple of days already before that. Even made a bet once who could go longer without it. She lost her shit after four days and rode his dick that night like she’s a madwoman. He didn’t mind and was secretly happy that her walls crumbled down first because he was sure that his balls were slowly falling off with all the teasing that she made.

Things began to get back to normal pretty soon and Dean dared to go out to meetings more while she spends her day drawing, and if she’s not running errands, she goes for long walks. Walks that he sometimes joins too if he’s free. But more often than not, she’s going alone and does stupid things like a week ago.

He came home and as soon as he opened the door to the bedroom, she disappeared into the bathroom, locking the door behind herself.

Dean was wondering why until he saw the evidence on their bed. Cuddles was there and there’s also another cat, a little one, probably maybe five months old if Dean had to guess. It was wrapped in a blanket while Cuddles was licking at it. 

“Y/N! Why are you in there!” He shouted and walked to the bathroom, knocked on the door. 

“I’m pooping!” 

“No, you are not!”

“I am!”

“Why is there a cat on our bed?”

“It’s Cuddles!”

“No, it’s not!”

She unlocked the door and walked out, her face flushed. “Okay, okay! I found it on the side of the road. It has probably lost its mother.”

“We are not keeping it.”

“Why not?”

“Because we already have Cuddles!” He looked back to see Cuddles still licking away and rubbed his face on the new intruder. What a fucking traitor. 

And that is the story, how they got another cat. 

On Dean’s walks with her, he’ll talk to her about Operation Freedom — a code name only they use. She’s been honest with her thoughts and ideas. He likes it much more than the bunch of ass kissing dickheads he employed. 

She suggested improvements to his way of distributing goods and after implementing them, his profits surged. He basically trusts her with business decisions too and that’s a good thing, ain’t it. 

It almost made him think that maybe she was made for this life better than he thought she would be. Made him think about being here with her, leading this organization until they have kids to take over. 

The thought always gets shattered when she’s standing naked before him and he gets a glimpse at her scar that’s almost healed. And then he sees all the scars on himself and he’s back at the thought he always had. The thought that how all this — is no way to live. It’s not a good life, it’s a dangerous one. It might be comfortable not having to worry about money, comfortable when people do what you tell them to, but it doesn’t make life more worthwhile. It’s all just a farce.

Nonetheless, since they still have a couple of months left before Operation Freedom, he thinks it can’t hurt if she knows how to handle a firearm. She’s probably never touched a gun in her life and he’s going to show her. Will get her one, just in case. He hopes that she’ll agree to let him teach her.

 *

 “We’re doing what?” She turns to ask him as he parks in the garage of the bunker.

“You heard me.”

“Why? I don’t think I need to carry a firearm.”

He gets out of the car, walks around to open the door for her. “You don’t have to. I just wanna see if you can handle weapons.”

She gets out of the car with a super stupid grin on her face. So stupid that Dean knows she’s plotting to say something unbelievably not funny. 

“Baby, no.”

“Why baby, yes!” She’s laughing already, thinking she’s the funniest thing since sliced bread, and it’s almost stupid that he’s already laughing with her, even if he hasn’t heard what she’s saying yet. “Why do you say no even if you haven’t listened to what I wanted to say?”

“Because I know that look on your face. It’s gonna be something stupid.”

“It’s not!” She protests.

“Okay, fine!” He sighs, knows that he’s going to regret it, but he just can’t say no to her, “Go on, humor me.”

“I know how to handle your weapon, isn’t that enough?” She’s doubling over laughing by now.

“Oh my god.” Dean groans and rolls his eyes and she takes the opportunity while he’s unprepared to palm his crotch, making him jump up.

This girl, seriously.

 *

 “Have you ever had a gun in your hand?” Dean asks, and then he adds, “And, shush! I don’t mean my gun, alright? Focus!”

“Ah, then yes.” She says with a straight face but there’s still a glint of playfulness in her eyes. Dean’s ashamed to admit that the look alone makes him weak. She explained that her dad always used to teach her and it makes him wonder if there’s anything she can’t do.

He’s surprised at her answer, though. But holy shit she showed him, fired six rounds into the bullseye in quick succession without batting an eye. 

She’s a badass and he’s a little ashamed that watching her shoot a weapon turns him on very much. It’s not only the way she can handle a firearm. It’s also the way she holds it up, the little tongue peeking at the corner of her lips, the squinting of an eye, the smile when she sees that she hit the target.

“So, teacher, how did I do?” She asks, her face beaming. 

He pulls her closer by the collar of her shirt, kisses her. Couldn’t not do it. “A+.” He says when he parts and she sucks at his bottom lip that strangely works as some line that’s connected right to his cock.

“Did I win something?”

“Oh, baby, you always win something.” He kisses her again but pulls away before it gets too hot. “Let’s go home, I’m hungry.”

 *

 He couldn’t wait until they were inside, and had to push her against the elevator wall, making her hook her legs around his body. Dean steps out of the elevator like this, with her attached to him, and he proceeds to unlock the door, misses the lock twice because the way she sucks at his throat is quite fucking distracting.

Once inside, he sets her down and works on the button and zip of her jeans, pulling them down together with her panties. Today is a thong kinda day, apparently. 

He didn’t even manage to get the pants off her one leg, letting it hang there and crouches down, spreads his arms and tells her to hop on. His hands grip around the back of her thighs, lifts her upwards until he could lay her legs around his shoulders. She’s shrieking out, hands scrambling at his head, afraid to fall. 

Dean chuckles, manages to say, “Baby, I got you.” Before he buries his face in her cunt, his tongue working in circles on her clit and she’s still scratching at his head, blunt nails digging into his scalp. 

Standing up, he balances her on his shoulders, his hands on her back, holding her up while he walks inside, lips still attached to her pussy, sucking and lapping at her, the sound of her wet cunt is loud, her moans of pleasure echoes in the spacious apartment. Y/N’s soaked and it’s the best fucking thing. 

He lays her down on the dining table, thinks she's the best meal that’s ever been brought on that table and he grins before he leans over her, his hands on the back of her knees as he folds her in half. 

Licking a broad stripe through her center, she keens and moans below him. He gets up a little, looks at the pink of her cunt that glistens in the light of the dining room table. 

“So fucking beautiful,” He breathes out and it’s almost like his heart is bursting. “Cutest little pussy.” He growls before he drives in again, her pussy lips part as he pushes his nose through the wetness. 

The tip of his tongue tickles her clit, and he nibbles at it, making her grab and fist at his hair. He dives in more, pushes his tongue into her hole, fucks her there while his nose bumps against her clit and she’s so close because she’s clenching around his tongue. 

With every clench, she pushes more slick to the outside, he’s slurping it up, drinks it in. “Jesus, you’re so fucking delicious,” He manages to say, although his voice sounds broken, he has barely enough air to breathe. 

“Dean, I..fuck!” She writhes above him and her hand in his hair pulls him further in. By now she’s grinding her pussy against his face, searching for that friction that will push her over the edge and he let’s her. How could he not.

There’s a vibration in his pants pocket, but he lets it ring. Not going to make the mistake to interrupt her when she’s so close. 

“Oh my god,” There’s a noise, high and scratchy as she breaks apart above him and he trains his eyes up, watches her trembling jaw as she comes undone. 

Fucking beautiful sight. It’s been months and he never gets tired of seeing her come. Sometimes, when he’s really alone and she’s still at work, he pulls the image out of his memories, jerks himself off to it and he never needed a lot, comes instantly when he thinks of her. 

She really has no idea what effect she has on him.

“Shit,” She’s panting, pulls him up towards her by his hair and it hurts but he loves it.

He looks at her, their noses touch and he’s sure that she soils his dress shirt, it’s just that he can’t really bring himself to care. She brushes the wetness of his scruff, pulls him in for a kiss before she parts again, obviously needs more time to recover, and he chuckles at that. 

Y/N releases him, and he stands up straight, pulls her to the edge of the table as he gets his phone out of his pocket and thumbs at her oversensitive clit with his other hand. She whines a little at that. 

Dean calls Crowley back while she’s still lying on the table like a fucking feast. It needs everything in him not to just pull his cock out and drive it in but he talks on the phone like the professional he is. 

“Just finished eating.” He says into the phone with a stupid grin on his face, he sees her rolling her eyes, “Yeah, I’ll be there as soon as I can.” 

He hangs up, smacks her pussy with his hand, making her yelp up and he laughs. 

Dean helps and pulls her up one handed. “So, what do you think about a visit to Crowley’s strip club?”

CH28

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Thinking journal for season 12 Prime Empire 😎😎😎 (1/2)

So, I'm keeping this during all of season 12 to put down my thoughts as they appear. It's mostly for not ranting every single time a new episode comes out so please don't mind me too much 😅 I'm following the English release so please no spoilers 😙

I'm gonna split it in two, since apparently the season has 16 episodes. So this is the first part, enjoy my rambling 💜💜

It's the 30th of March and here we go!

IN GENERAL

I'm so, SO HAPPY, we have a theme for this season. For my experience apparently silly themes (tech ninja, ghosts, pirates) had brought very surprising results so I'm SO DOWN FOR THIS 😍😍

It seems that they fixed the mood, there is a specific mystery and a specific mission to follow. I like it too

THE NEW WHIP IS DOPE AS ALWAYS

I'm really glad there are plenty of references to past episodes, comebacks are my jam

The only thing that still kinda bothers me is the length of the episodes. It's not all bad, I just think the 20 minutes format was better. One thing is splitting 20 in 10 minutes, another is putting together 11 minutes of important stuff. Doesn't bother me too much, I just wish there was more time for my favorite show 🤷‍♀️

WOULD YOU LIKE TO ENTER PRIME EMPIRE?

Is it normal for me to feel really old after they made the "what is a VCR?" joke? Like, I'm a uni student so still pretty young, but I lived through the transition from that to the DVD so... eh, I laughed anyway👵

Jay is smart, I really believe he is. Yet I saw him putting a possibly corrupted motherboard into a legendary game randomly found into a villain's lair, and I was like "Of course he did that, I love you you dumb*ss" raising my glass of juice towards him 😎

Okay, I'm down for this Lloyd. I'm down for a season with Lloyd being creeped out just because, being silly, just a ninja helping his friends and- (remembers there's a Harumi avatar in the sets) I'M NOT READY

The ending was actually nicely creepy. Cool nods in approval

DYER ISLAND

THAT INTRO THOUGH, THAT WAS EPIC! Love the techno sounds, love the clear gaming connection, I rate it 10/HECK YEAH LONG LIVE THE FOLD

I was scared about how the shorts were supposed to play along with the season, but it looks fine so far with the mechanic and later for Scott. Good 👍

Ah, Fist to Face, that game came all over from the nostalgic season 1. That's what I'm talking about 😎

So they just associated that Unagami is probably Dyer's avatar like that? Like sure, I thought about it, but it looks a little rushed. Mm, I wonder if there's something more behind it?

LEVEL 13

Cyrus Borg is back and he TALKS!!! Finally, he gets some action! Go tech dad!

I'm so happy he referenced the Digiverse, I would have been very disappointed if he hadn't. Time flies Borg...

Not gonna lie, I thought the next to follow up Jay's spot as best in videigames was going to be Kai or Lloyd. It's not disappointing though, since pretty much all the ninja have been seen playing, and to be honest I like the implication that Cole and Jay probably played a lot together. As bruiseshipping or as BrOTP, I still love them together no matter what 💙🖤💙🖤

Ooooohhhhh, that's why Zane and Pixal are left behind. It makes sense, sure, but I don't understand the implication of the plan: they saw Dyer entering Prime Empire, so why looking for him in real life? Mm, maybe they will investigate about his life and what happened... PIXANE ON THE CASE 😍

Already saw Prime Empire's world in the shorts, of course it looks DOPE, still very happy to finally being there!

SUPERSTAR ROCKIN' JAY

I don't know why, but Kai questioning the double jump made me laugh. Also poor him, he just got his powers back from last season and they're already gone again 😂

And of course. Them. Wow. It must be the most amazing and CURSED thing I've ever seen so far, the League of Jay 🤯 I'm so happy they exist and they freaking use past seasons' suits!!! Awesome!!! Never thought I was going to see Jay's old plain haircut again... yeah, he got better with the curly one, but I'm feeling nostalgic 🤷‍♀️

Their nick are histerical omg, Jaybird, Dee-Jay, Jaywalkin, I'm loving this way more than I should 😂 Also they freaking screamed "JAY-NJA GOO!!!" and I don't know what to do with that, it's too great for me to comprehend 👏👏

And then, THIS happened:

Your Honor, I would like to confirm this as THE MOST SECRET DREAM I'VE EVER HAD FOR THIS SHOW FINALLY COMING TRUE!!! A NINJA FROM NINJAGO DOING THE NARUTO RUN!!! 🤯🤯🤯 Done, I'm done, conclude the season, this is more than enough for me 😍

First Kai gets hit and fall from a building, DYING, then Lloyd gets desperate for his brother (MY BROTP 💚❤💚❤), then Kai respawns and Lloyd looks so relieved and Kai is all panting while slowly realizing it's a game and MY HEART CAN'T HANDLE THIS MUCH OKAY???

As a very passionate Kai fangirl I always expect the cringy moment, it really is inevitable for my favorite hothead. I love that idiot so much it's unbelievable, even if it's an absolute and costant suffering 😅 Holy Garmadon it was painful seeing his VERY slow realization that in this game you only have four lives

... SO HE HAS ONE NOW!?! NINJAGO CREW YOU ALREADY KILLED ZANE, NYA AND LLOYD ONCE AT THE END OF A SEASON, DON'T YOU DARE PLAY WITH ME AGAIN 😱😱😱

Okay, I did not expect to hear about Mr. Cuddly Wamp ever again since Hands of Time and BOY if I'm happy it was actually a password, I love this show 😂

SCOTT FINALLY!!! YESS!!! 😍😍😍

Okay, for as long as it is not debunked, I will hold onto the Scott is Jay's brother/twin theory. I'm sorry but: his jacket has dragons AND lightnings on it, they have very similar skin in avatar mode, he said he was waiting for him in the short, he could very well have his same hair under cap and hoodie and he's a mechanic too. I know, I know, they could have the same skin because Scott helped him for the avatar, and there might be shadier reason behind the 'I was waiting for you' thing, and there are tons of good mechanics in Ninjago... STILL HOW COOL WOULD THAT BE??? 😍

SCOTT HAS ONE LIFE POINT TOO??? NO! NOOO!!! NOOOOOOO!!! Don't you dare appear and steal my heart only to die at the end of the season, come on!! 😭

So for now it seems like he just wants to survive. Can we actually confirm he's an avatar and not an NPC? I mean he could be, but I don't see the point of an NPC self aware of his life points. Idk, maybe I'm overthinking this 🤷‍♀️

Lol, Kai is the only one weirded out by the Jay-con all around him. Probably because he hasn't heard from his fans since Skybound 😅 (I'M STILL HERE MY FLAME BABE, ILY ❤❤❤)

And in all of his glory, freaking Superstar Rockin' Jay!!! 😎😎 Okay, I loved the design since the first time I saw it, but it looks possibly even better in the show 😍😍😍 And Jay looks absolutely adorable in it, and he's got a guitar, and he was waiting for his friends, and he hugs them (I'm weak for LEGO hugs for some reason) and he is so happy and AAAHHH 💙💙💙💙💙

I'm very curious about how Scott will play into the situation, clearly he will provide some kind of insight about Prime Empire. I can't wait to know more about him!! 😍

I AM OKINO

I did not expect this when I saw this Okino guy in the trailer... and I'm so happy I was surprised, I love him 👌

And he's voiced by Alessandro Juliani?? HECK YEAH!!! With all the hype about the DnD 13th season, and consequentially the knight theme, I really miss Nexo Knights and having Aaron's VA around makes me happy... any hope to have Giles Panton as well? I miss Clay the most 💙💙

This is what I'm talking about, the game theme needs this stuff! I was already happy to see life points, double jumps and respawns, but this? The NPC guide? Awesome 👍 It's nice to see the take on the matter, the guide seeing so many players getting killed, first because they did not listen, then because they were actually just unlucky. The touchy matter I always expect watching Ninjago 👏👏

At least I THINK he's an NPC? For now I don't really see a way of knowing, and it doesn't look like it matters. He didn't show life points so maybe? Does this mean he can't die? I have questions people

Which brings me to the cube thingies. That's what happens to the dead players? I mean, I would understand if they just become pixels, but there's also the drone that takes the datas every time. Idk, feels like there's more behind it. And honestly? It looks like great material for angst, like one of the ninja dies but then they discover they just need to get where Unagami stores all of the players! I hope it's something like this!

They designs of the players are really cool, I already saw them in the other episodes, but seeing them this close just confirmed it. Between this and Jay's awesome avatar, I see lots of great cosplay ideas coming 😍 I wonder when will Kai and Lloyd use their avatars, and why would they since I'm guessing Jay did for disguise and to distinguish himself from his fans

PLEASE TELL ME WE'LL SEE SCOTT SOON, I ALREADY MISS HIM!!! 💙💙💙 I have too many theories about that tech dude, I'm so excited about who he might turn out to be!

I was a little skeptical about the new ninja suits, but seeing them in the show convinced me, very cool! Especially on Nya 💕💕💕

THE GLITCH

Alright, Okino is indeed an NPC. Cool the fact that at first he could not understand the fact that he was in a game, but when reality changed he was forced to. Welcome into the crew! 😙

I'm kinda worried about it though, either they will shut down the game and he will stay inside or he will sacrifice for them. He's a very loyal samurai, I can see that happening and I'm SCARED

I WAS SWEATING BULLETS AT THE AMBUSH!!! I 100% saw it coming, we all freaking saw it coming, even the ninja did but where like 'we can walk and die or we can risk and die so might as well'. But still, my babies DYING and respawning so fast was not pretty 😱😱

Nya got the scariest death until now in my opinion, holy Garmadon Dyer DOES have a twisted mind...

Seeing Kai so scared of being in a new situation and with one HP reminds me A LOT of the Digiverse, and that's actually a nice touch. Give him a cellphone, hothead is a social media expert, but put him in a game and... huuhhh... 😅

Have I mentioned I love the ninja's new emoji masks??

BECAUSE I DO!!! 😂😂😂😂

So Unagami knows about them trying to stop him and he sent the rat people because of it. Considering how little we know about this guy, I'm wondering what we are about to discover

Alright, going to the next challenge, very curious about this adventure. So... beware of the rats, ninja? Still not sure what I think about the rats 😅

THE CLIFFS OF HYSTERIA

I would like to say Okino is the edgiest character of the show I've ever seen... but I've seen MORRO. But still poor guy, he got a case of the Matrix

Oooohhhh, the major question in videogames: better go grinding for more money to get the better stuff but while losing lots of time, or get the least expensive just to go on with the story but definitely risking to lose lives?

Ah there we go, so the energy cubes mean something! Also reference to the Sushimi guy of the set (gosh that name, I can't 😂). So do people actually die in Prime Empire or they are just kidnapped kinda? Can the ninja just bring back? ANGST POTENTIAL

Cole please don't die please don't die please don't die for the love of Garmadon please don't die somebody help-

HOLY FSM KAI I MEANT HELP FROM SOMEONE WITH MORE THAN ONE LIFE DON'T DO THAT BE CAREFUL PLEASE I FREAKING LOVE YOU YOU RECKLESS HOTHEAD ❤❤❤

Nya giving Kai a sweet look after seeing her brother is okay, that's what I live for 😍

So apparently Unagami is trying to build some kind of device using the energy cubes of the dead players (sounds kinda creepy like this 😱) to create some kind of portal? To Ninjago? I don't understand, if Unagami is Milton Dyer then why this? Just to bring his army and conquer? I mean I guess, sounds a little simple though. Then again, if it turns out it's not Dyer, it could be Unagami wanting to be real and get into his creator's world? Mm...

I like the message, having the ability to choose your own path. Very fitting for a game themed season, I hope it gets explored even more!

More for the "I love the ninja emoji masks of this season"'s compilation 😂😂😂

THE MAZE OF THE RED DRAGON

Duuuude, Jay being good at mazes comes all the way from Possession, the Tomb of the First Spinjitzu Master! 😍 ... or maybe I just rewatch this show too much... could be both really 😅

Unagami is NASTY!

Confirmed the thing about going into the real world, what scares me is how much powers Unagami seems to actually possess. Like, can he do the block thingy whenever he wants? Just straight up pause and do whatever? Wow...

Jay being extra 😎

I mean, of course he is, he's got better statics! 😂 I like how he seems so focused and in charge, I still hope we see more of him... and Scott... WHERE IS SCOTT???

I love dragons, this metal one is cute 😍

So now we have two ronin: a samurai looking for a path on his own in a digital world... and a shady guy named Ronin 😛 Total respect for Okino, he really showed the values he believes in. No matter he was programmed his way, I hope he finds what he's looking for. Better come back for the final battle!

One Keytana down, two more to go. I know one is the price of the race, while the last one... I don't really know.

More of the masks because I love them 😂 Here we have Vegeta Lloyd and Kawai Cole ✌✌

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Blinded in Chains: Chapter One

Author: Lopithecus Pairing: Evan “Buck” Buckley/Eddie Diaz Rating: Explicit Word Count: 3377 Alternate: AO3 Summary: "There is no despair so absolute as that which comes with the first moments of our first great sorrow, when we have not yet known what it is to have suffered and be healed, to have despaired and have recovered hope." - George Eliot

The118 are called to a factory fire. It all seems pretty routine until Eddie is told by one of the employees that they have canisters of highly explosive materials on site. With no time to get out, Eddie, a few other 118 crew members, and the employees are caught in an explosion with catastrophic consequences which change Eddie's life forever. Luckily, he has Buck there to help him through it.

Warnings: 

Angst

Hurt/Comfort

Injury

Major Character Injury

Burns

Blindness

Blindness Caused by Injury

Blind!Eddie Diaz

Survivor’s Guilt

Depression

Eddie Whump

Hurt Eddie Diaz

Worried Buck

Caring Buck

Injury Recovery

Recovery

Buck takes care of Eddie

Getting together

Eventual Smut

Smut

Slow Burn

Other Additional Warnings to Be Added

Author's Note: Title from the band Avenged Sevenfold. It was either this title or “Blinded by the Light” but I thought the latter sounded too upbeat for this angst fest. Though I know it's not going to be everyone's cup of tea, I'm honestly really excited about this fic! Please enjoy! Tag List: (I’m going to tag the people that liked the preview I posted the other day because I’m assuming y’all are interested in it. If you don’t want me to tag you, please let me know! Also, if you want to be tagged in future updates, feel free to let me know and I’ll add you.) @justsmilestuffhappens @tkandbuck @poppy3019 @mysepticheartfan1 @idealuk @irrationalyperfect @claire-nyc

They are called out to a routine factory fire sometime in the afternoon. It’s nothing they haven’t dealt with in the past before. In fact, fires at factories are actually quite normal. Fires either start because of negligence from an employee or, and much more common, from faulty equipment due to the owner cutting corners. So, it’s not surprising when they are called out to one once again. It’s also not shocking to see the fire blazing out of control when they arrive. These factories do tend to go up fast and spread quickly.

Once the situation is assessed, Bobby rounds up the team to give orders. Dispatch had said there were some people trapped inside; five on the West side of the building and another seven on the East side. With how much the building is already engulfed in flames, everyone knows they are going to have to work fast to get those people out. That’s why when Bobby announces their duties, he separates him and Buck. Bobby needs his best firefighters leading the way.

“Buck,” Bobby addresses. “I want you to take point on the West side. Eddie, take the East. Gather a team of three or four.” He then adds more firmly, “No unnecessary risks. If it gets too dangerous, leave immediately. Now go. Be thorough but quick.” It’s the closing line that Bobby always gives them before they, or any of the other 118 members, enter a burning building.

Eddie and Buck exchange quick glances at one another, nodding curtly, before running off to gather their team. Eddie gives a brief rundown of the plan to the four other crew members he picks and then leads the way into the building. He and Buck start at the same entrance but soon separate in order to go in the direction of their intended targets. Unfortunately for them, the door is farther from the East side of the building than it is the West which means Eddie’s team has farther to travel. They carefully pick their way through the fire and debris of the building, putting out as best they can any fire that blocks their way. Soon enough, they reach the door that dispatch had told them the people were hold up in.

Eddie yells out, hoping he can be heard over the fire. “LAFD!” He tries the doorknob and it turns easily in his grasp. Pushing the door open, he sees five people huddled in a corner, all of them holding one another, and two unconscious people lying close by them. He gestures towards the people for his team to gather and then approaches one of the employees that are unconscious, checking their pulse. “Alive!” he yells and then checks the other person. “This one too! Okay, people, let’s get them out.”

Two of the crew members pick up the unconscious people each, throwing them over their shoulders. Eddie briefly registers Buck’s voice over the walkie. “Cap, we’re on our way out. Five people in need of medical attention. All conscious and alert.”

Eddie starts picking his way out of the room, conscious of the men and women following behind him as he reaches for his own walkie. He’s about to report their own situation when he notices the way they came is blocked. “Cap, we’ve got five people who are conscious and alert, two unconscious. All in need of medical attention. Our way has been blocked and will need to find a different way out.”

“Copy that, Diaz,” Bobby’s voice sounds from the walkie. “Keep me updated.”

Eddie turns to one of the employees. “Is there another exit around here?”

A woman, probably in her early thirties, shakes her head. “There’s another one in this wing of the building but on the other side.” She looks like she’s about to panic.

“Okay, everybody, stay calm. We’re going to get you out of here,” Eddie reassures before turning back around and making his way in the direction the woman had told him. They go until their way is blocked again and Eddie has to change directions once more to try and make it past the fallen debris. Slipping carefully through a doorway with its door missing, he enters a room that has minimal fire in it but heavy with smoke that makes it hard to see.

“We can’t be in this room!” one of the employees announces with alarm.

Eddie turns to him. “Why?”

All the employees’ eyes are wide with fear as the man answers him. “We have canister mixtures of chlorate and magnesium chloride in here.”

Eddie’s heart almost stops in horror. “Why do you have that here? Dispatch didn’t disclose this.”

“The company wanted to expand their horizons but are cutting corners to do so,” the same woman who had told him about the door states.

“We need to get out of here now!” Eddie says urgently, ushering the crew and employees back the way they came. They are already pretty far into the room and fire is quickly spreading around them. They don’t have much time.

Grabbing his walkie, Eddie practically yells into it. “Cap, we have chlorate and magnesium chloride mixtures in the building!” He looks behind himself, trying to gauge if any of the fire is by the canisters but the smoke is too thick to see through. “I repeat, there are-”

He sees the light from the explosion first before the impact of the blast. Then he feels it as it pushes him back into one of the employees, shoving them against a wall. His head hits hard and he doesn’t know what happens after that. Everything turns dark, blackness surrounding him.

*~~~*

When he wakes, all he can hear is an incessant ringing in his ears. But that is nothing compared to the physical pain coursing through his body. It feels like his body is on fire, maybe it is, but Eddie can’t open his eyes because they hurt too. He opens his mouth, doesn’t know if he screams out because he can’t hear , but he can’t breathe either. Oh God, it hurts to breathe .

A hand, or what he assumes to be a hand, lands on his shoulder and he tries to get away from it. It causes an intense stinging sensation to go from his shoulder down into his aching hand. He screams again, or at least he thinks he does, and there are more hands and he wants them to stop touching him. Please stop touching him!

“Dee!” Eddie tries to breathe, focus on the voice that just barely reaches his ears. They’re still ringing loudly, annoyingly, and when he tries to reach up to his ears, he realizes he can’t move his arms. “Eddie!”

“Buck?” Eddie mouths, once again not sure if he’s actually said anything. “Buck?” he thinks he must sound frantic but he doesn’t care because everything is on fire . 

“It’s going to be okay!” Buck’s voice, barely reaching him.

“Buck!” Eddie cries and if he could open his eyes he’s sure tears would be spilling from them.

“I’ve got you, Eddie.” A hand runs through his hair. Does he still have hair? “Chimney and I are going to get you out of here.”

He doesn’t end up knowing how they get him out. He passes out just after Buck stops talking. Or maybe he doesn’t stop talking, Eddie doesn’t know, the ringing is still there. He welcomes sleep, though, if only to get away from the searing pain.

*~~~*

The scene is horrific when Buck, Chimney, and a few other 118 firefighters wheel Eddie away to an ambulance. When Buck had heard that the factory had chlorate and magnesium chloride mixtures in the building, he felt his heart drop into his stomach. He had prayed that Eddie and the rest of the team would make it out in time.

They didn’t.

The explosion wasn’t actually that big, it not even taking out half the building, so Buck assumes there weren’t a lot of the canisters in there. It was, however, destructive to the surrounding rooms, the initial blast taking down a supporting wall, which then caused part of the building to collapse. Eddie is extremely lucky it didn’t fall on top of him. Some of the employees and one of the crew members of the 188, weren’t so lucky.

He leaves other crew members to dig through the rubble as he runs along with the stretcher that Eddie has been placed on. Chimney is keeping pace, trying to keep Eddie alive who has just passed out, holding a saline bag high above his head. Buck’s eyes start to sting as he watches the proceedings and tries to blink away the tears that are threatening to fall.

Sniffling, he looks Eddie over. The older man’s helmet had come off at some point. Buck assumes it was from the blast of the explosion. His face also looks pretty badly burned, especially around his eyes, and his turnout gear is… well, it’s completely destroyed. Buck’s mind keeps supplying him with the realization that Eddie is extremely lucky to still be alive and that it could turn around at any moment.

As if on cue, Chimney states, “His BP is dropping! Starting compressions!” Chimney hops onto the stretcher, straddling Eddie’s body, and begins compressions. 

Buck’s vision blurs as tears pool in them and he doesn’t even bother trying to rid them this time. They make it to the ambulance quickly and Buck has no choice but to let go of the stretcher to let the others load Eddie into the vehicle. His heart is beating frantically in his chest and tears are streaming incessantly down his cheeks.

“Buck!” Buck turns to Bobby, not bothering to hide the fact that he’s crying.

“I’m not leaving him!” Buck says immediately.

“I’m not asking you to,” Bobby reassures. “Just… keep me updated.”

Buck nods briefly before climbing into the ambulance. Chimney is sat beside him, having stopped the chest compressions, but according to the heart monitor Buck can see that he is stable again. Once Buck is settled, Chimney raps on the wall of the ambulance, letting the driver know they’re ready to go. The sirens immediately start blaring and before Buck knows it, they are rushing to the nearest hospital.

“Chim, what’s his status?” Buck dares to ask.

Chimney glances up at him before refocusing on Eddie. “It’s not looking good, Buck.”

Buck shuts up then, afraid to ask any more questions. He doesn’t want to hear the answers. Instead, he watches Chimney work as he tries to clean the burns as best he can. Buck is worried about Eddie’s face the most. It looks like it took the brunt of the flames from the explosion. If Eddie survives, he’s going to definitely have some scaring.

Eddie codes again halfway to the hospital. Buck does the compressions this time, jumping in immediately. It gives Chimney the opportunity to try to stabilize Eddie once more, pumping him with medications. As Buck presses hard on Eddie’s chest, tears from his eyes fall onto Eddie’s face. Buck can’t look away from it. Won’t look away from it. What if it’s the last time he sees it?

“Buck,” Chimney gets his attention. “He’s back, you can stop.”

Sniffling and wiping at his eyes with the back of his gloved hand, he sits back heavily. Chimney is eyeing him but doesn’t say anything. Buck is grateful for that. He doesn’t want to talk, doesn’t want to think, doesn’t want to move . He just wants to stare and watch Eddie, praying he’ll be okay.

They eventually make it to the hospital and quickly wheel Eddie out of the ambulance. No one argues with him when he follows the gurney inside and Chimney even comes with him. When he has to finally part from Eddie, the nurses rushing to wheel him into the back, that’s when he finally breaks completely.

His knees give out and he falls back into a chair that Chimney had, unbeknownst to Buck, guided Buck towards. A ragged sob escapes from his throat and out his mouth, tears streaming down his cheeks. Chimney sits down next to him, places a hand on his back, and allows him to cry. He cries so hard that he starts to hiccup and Chimney’s hand begins a path along his back, up and down and in circles. Buck hunches over and buries his face in his hands, trying to get his self-control back. He’s making a scene, he knows he is, and he needs to calm down, but it’s expected to bawl this hard in a hospital, right?

Eventually, he does stop, exhaustion taking over his entire body. He sags in the chair with the trash can situated between his legs. Chimney had handed him it with a box of tissues at some point and Buck had gratefully taken them. Now he feels tired and grief-stricken. They have no idea what is happening to Eddie, how he is, if he’s even still alive. All Buck needs to know is if Eddie is going to live.

“Hey,” Hen’s voice sounds quietly from Chimney’s side. Buck doesn’t know how long she’s been there. It looks like it’s been a little while. “How are you doing, Buckaroo? Do you want me to get you some water?”

He shakes his head. He is feeling pretty thirsty now but that’s not his top priority. Hen had been working on another member of the team when they had wheeled Eddie away. “How’s Garret?”

Hen’s face falls and Buck is suddenly afraid of the answer. She shakes her head in the negative, not bothering to voice what Buck already knows. “Briggs didn’t make it either nor did Sinclair. Hammond has just been brought in. He’s in pretty critical condition like Eddie.”

“The employees?” he asks quietly, almost inaudible.

Hen’s frown deepens and she shakes her head again. “None of them made it.”

Buck’s eyes fill with tears again and he reaches up to wipe them away stubbornly. “Where’s Bobby?”

“Talking to the Chief and then he has to make a statement.”

“They want him to make a statement now?” Buck asks, feeling sick to his stomach. “Three of his men just died and two of them still might and they want him…” Buck stops, choking on his anger. He bites his bottom lip to stop himself from ranting. No one comments on Buck’s outrage and instead sit back in their chairs to await news on both Eddie and Hammond.

An hour and a half later, with no word on Eddie yet, Bobby arrives. “How is he?”

Buck doesn’t bother looking up from his hands that he’s been staring at for the last twenty minutes. Bobby sits down in a chair across from him as Hen answers his question. “We haven’t’ heard anything yet.”

“I just checked on Hammond before coming this way,” Bobby says.

“And?” Chimney asks, sitting up straighter.

“They’re still working on him.” Buck glances up and has to look away from Bobby’s defeated face. “They’re not sure if he’s going to make it. It’s not looking good.”

“Did you call his wife?” Buck asks, speaking quietly. He stares at the floor, feeling helpless.

Bobby sighs and sits further back in his chair. “I did. She’s trying to get out of work early and seeing if the babysitter can watch their daughter for a little longer before a family member can pick her up.”

“What about the others’ families?”

Another sigh escapes Bobby’s lips. “I’ve called Briggs’ husband and informed him of what happened. He was understandably upset.”

“They were thinking about adopting a baby,” Hen announces. “Briggs had asked for my advice just the other day, wanting an LGBTQA friendly place and to know what organization Karen and I went through.” Buck’s heart breaks into a million pieces at that news, a new wave of grief passing through him.

“The Chief called Garret’s wife and Sinclair’s fiance. He wanted me to start the press conference instead,” Bobby continues.

“How’d that go?” Chimney questions.

Bobby hesitates and he has to clear his voice, as if it’s difficult to speak. “Bad.” He leaves it at that, not elaborating. Buck is fine with that. He doesn’t want to know more.

“What am I going to tell Christopher?” All eyes turn to him and he wonders if he hadn’t said it loud enough. He is practically whispering. “If Eddie doesn’t make it, how am I supposed to tell Christopher?”

“That’s my job, Buck,” Bobby says. “You don’t have to do that.”

“No!” Buck looks up, tears rolling down his eyes again. “No, Bobby if it’s Christopher, it has to be me. It has to come from me.”

No one else protests that, all seeming to understand what he’s trying to get at. Hen stretches over across Chimney’s lap and places a hand on his thigh. “Let’s cross that bridge if and when we get there, okay? For now, let’s just hope that both Eddie and Hammond make it.”

Buck bites his bottom lip to stop a whimper from escaping. He’s terrified that Eddie is going to die, that he and Christopher are going to lose him. But also, if he does survive, at what cost is it at? He looked like he had been badly burned and when they had wheeled him away, the nurses had seemed particularly concerned about the burns around Eddie’s eyes.

“I’ve called his grandmother and Carla already. Isabel is on her way and Carla said she can watch Christopher for the night,” Bobby informs him.

“What did she tell him?” Buck asks, worried for the child.

Bobby takes a breath. “She just told him that there was an accident at his Dad’s work and that he is in the hospital, for now, being taken care of.”

Buck frowns. “He must be so scared.”

“Carla will take good care of him,” Hen reassures. Buck nods in agreement and then goes back to staring at the floor. No one else talks after that.

Another hour goes by with no word on either Eddie or Hammond. Eddie’s Abuela is now sitting next to Buck, Chimney having moved to give her the seat, and gone to sit on Hen’s other side. Athena and May come walking into the waiting room, each holding trays with coffee on them. They divvy them up, everyone getting a cup. Buck takes the coffee offered to him and then sets it down on the floor. He doesn’t feel like drinking anything.

Athena goes to sit next to Bobby and May sits next to her. “Any news?” Athena asks.

Bobby shakes his head. “None. Not on either of them.”

She rubs a hand up and down Bobby’s thigh. “Let me see if I can get anything out of one of the nurses.” She stands and leaves, trying to find an available nurse.

May looks around the group, eyes landing on Buck. “How’d it happen?”

Buck’s eyes narrow in anger and he can’t help but snap at her. “That’s what you care about right now? Really?”

“Buck!” Bobby warns.

Buck turns away, tears burning his eyes. When Isabel tries to reach over to grab his hand, he pulls away and stands up, storming away. He makes it all the way outside before he’s collapsing against the brick wall, pulling his legs close to his chest. He shucks off his turnout coat and lays it down beside him before resting his chin on his knees. He’s crying again with all these different scenarios flying through his brain.

Eddie might die.

Eddie might die.

Eddie might die.

Buck doesn’t think he can handle that.

“Buck?” Buck turns his head to look at who said his name. May is standing there, watching him. She approaches cautiously. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have asked that right now. It wasn’t the right time.”

Buck wipes at his eyes with his arm, ridding his face of most of the tears. “I’m sorry for snapping at you.”

She comes closer until eventually, she can sit down next to him. She links their arms together and leans her cheek onto his shoulder. “I’m sorry this is happening,” she mumbles.

She’s going to make him cry again but he can’t bring himself to care anymore. “Me too.”

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A/N: This is probably not accurate in the slightest but I just spent an hour looking for a chemical to explode so… just take everything with a grain of salt, including Eddie’s injuries. I tried looking things up about burns as well and got confused so… yeah, the tiniest grain.

Thank you for reading!! ❤❤

[thetomorrowshow]

Mutually Beneficial, Ch. xxviii

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Recommended listening: Of Monsters and Men - I Of The Storm

Tw: Gosh darn this one has so much angst, blood mention, pain, body horror, snakes you guessed it, villain Deceit, talk of death, talk of murder

A/N: I shake my head as I give the chapter a quick read-through. Another Hairspray reference. I feel utter disappointment well up in my chest, for my past self. How could I? None but I will catch it, making this dark chapter forever humorous in my mind, tarnishing its seriousness. I sigh. It is too late. Enjoy!

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He—it?—he—hurt. Pain. Was. Pain was the world. Pain. The—the snakes. They . . . existed.

He could feel. He could—could he see? Yes, he decided. Colors. Flashes of—flashes of—flashes of—of . . . he couldn't remember. It was something important. Like his name.

What was his name again?

He didn't have one, did he? He was a puppet, after all. Puppets didn't have names.

Sometimes there was another voice. A snake, hissing something in his ear. Whispering awful, horrible things that he didn't know were possible, but felt like he should remember.

V-V-Virgil? The one with—Virgil! His name hit him like a ton of bricks, and tears slipped from the corners of his eyes, which he couldn't open. He couldn't move a hand to dry his temples.

“Does it hurt?”

It did, overwhelmingly so, but Virgil couldn't acknowledge the whoever had spoken. Suddenly, the snakes latched on his tongue and lips released. A groan, then a slurred scream left his mouth as it caught up to the pain. Whoever was there chuckled softly.

“I'll take that as a yes,” the voice (D-D-D-something) purred, as soon as Virgil paused for a breath. He gritted his teeth, failing to hold back another shout.

He was only a puppet—a puppet given a voice. Was a puppet supposed to have a name, though? He didn't think so.

He'd had a blurred existence so far, but as more snakes retracted their teeth from his body, his head cleared slowly and the pain grew exponentially.

He blinked blearily as a form wavered above him. Screams pierced his ears, and he realized that they were still coming from his own mouth. He let them out—the combination of white-hot pain all over and the sensation of snakes coiling in his stomach warranted that, at least.

A—something—covered his mouth, then shoved a balled up piece of fabric past his teeth. Virgil choked, tears streaming from his eyes. The form before him drew back slightly.

“Virgil, I'd like you to know that I've come very close to killing you several times.”

D-D—Dee?—came into sharper focus, each feature marginally less blurry and a mass of scales definable. His stomach turned (and not just because of the snakes) at the sight. Something was deeply upsetting about the snake-like gleam of the yellow eye set amongst the dull scales. He felt he should remember why. It seemed important.

“Are you there, Virgil? I most certainly want to speak to you only to find out you weren't entirely present.”

Deceit—Deceit!—'s voice seemed to be a few seconds behind his mouth, which closed before the last couple of words hit Virgil's aching ears.

Virgil blinked slowly, relishing the ability to do so. He still couldn't move his arms and legs (the snakes tightened painfully around his bones at the thought) but he could blink, and move his eyes, and he was in control of his mouth—as much as one was when gagged. Another voice, thin and far away, cut through his thoughts.

“Dee? What's going on up there? Can I join?”

Deceit's face flickered with something Virgil thought might be irritation. It made him want to run away. “I have this under control, thank you, Remus,” Deceit called back.

Who was Remus?

“It didn't take you this long to wake up last time,” Deceit muttered. It took Virgil far too long to realize the words were directed at him.

Last time? How long had Virgil been so out of it? How could he still not understand what was going on, or remember what had happened 'last time'?

“You really aren't easier to deal with like this.” Virgil watched Deceit's mouth carefully as the Side knelt beside him. He wanted to catch the exact moment his lips matched up with his words—a feat that would be easier managed if he could only stop crying.

“There's only one way to kill a Side,” Deceit continued. “Strip them of their very essence. I'm slowly taking away everything that makes you you, Virgil. Do you even remember Thomas?”

Thomas?

Deceit laughed darkly. “I want to kill you. I want to plunge a knife into your chest and watch you choke as blood bubbles from your lips. But that won't kill you. Not permanently. It will hurt, of course, but the most that will happen is a comatose state for several days. That wouldn't help Thomas. More importantly, though, I wouldn't get to watch the light leave your eyes. I wouldn't get to know that I had wiped you from existence. And you would still be here.”

Virgil shuddered—or, tried to. Only his face was capable of moving. He made a noise in the back of his throat that Deceit didn't seem to hear, the Side's eyes suddenly very far away.

“Not yet,” Deceit said distantly. “It won't help. Leave—drop it.” Deceit shook himself, then looked back at Virgil. He scoffed.

“You don't understand me, do you?” Deceit laughed again. “No matter. You're dying, Virgil. You're dying, and there's nothing anyone can do about it. Soon you'll be replaced by a new anxiety, who won't remember any of this, or any of us. Completely new. No . . . no memories.” Deceit seemed to forget what he was talking about again, as his eyes glazed over and he stared at the wall. “No memories,” he murmured. “That . . . would be nice.”

Virgil had memories, though! They were just starting to come back, as if his brain was thawing. He knew who Thomas was, and L-Logan; and Patton, dear Patton! And R—R—Roman! He knew that he himself was Virgil, anxiety, and he remembered what Deceit had done to him—at least, some of it. He didn't want to forget those things! Forget his friends! He didn't want to die!

The panic must have been showing on Virgil's features, because Deceit leaned over him and smiled. “Don't worry, Virgil,” he said softly. “You deserve this.”

Then the snakes rose up inside of him, and the pain intensified again. Virgil tried to scream past the gag, but a snake pulled his tongue back.

He couldn't let go of this! He couldn't forget! He couldn't—he couldn't—

The colors and light slid together before him, and his eyes rolled back. It hurt. Everything hurt. He couldn't move, couldn't see, could barely think past the absolute pain. That was all right, though. Puppets couldn't think. They weren't supposed to. They couldn't think, they couldn't move, and they didn't have names.

Did he—it—have a name?

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[the-sunshine-dims]

amnesia Chapter 3; patton

i'm not the happiest with how this turned out but it made its purpose, also sorry it took two days, i had been really busy on tuesday and wednesday, 

amnesia taglist: @fandima

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words: 1487

Summary: deceit gets amnesia, the others realize how much they had assumed about this side, and how much information they discarded, they thought this dork  who likes making flower crowns and will lie if it’s necessary or too save someone’s feelings, was this evil villain who’s only job was to hurt thomas, and deceit without memory of all of this helps the others feel less guilty, they know they can’t fully be forgiven though,

~*warnings*~ hurt/comfort, angst, amnesia, mention of deceit and remus being treated poorly, deceit being an over excitable puppy, food mention, guilt, regret,

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characters this chapter: deceit, roman, patton, logan (mentioned), virgil (mentioned) remus (mentioned,

all characters that appear in this series:  deceit, roman, logan, remus, patton, virgil, king creativity (mentioned)

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“Hey patt?” Roman called from the Patton’s doorway

Patton turned to look up at him “yeah ro? What’s up?”

Roman nervously rubbed his neck “ok… well um… you see apparently deceit went into the imagination… and something happened, and he probably hit his head… and Logan has confirmed that he does in fact have a case of amnesia,” he chewed his lip nervously, a bad habit he picked up from Virgil,

Patton opened his mouth going to speak before closing it again, guilty of the fact he was gonna ask if they knew if he was faking it or not, he opened his mouth again “is he ok?”

Roman hummed and nodded, “he is, He’s currently trying to compete with Logan on who can solve a rubix cube the fastest,” Patton smiled and Roman smiled as well “it’s adorable,” he trailed off before remembering another fact he should tell Patton “also! Logan said that currently he’s mentally a teenager, like fifteen or sixteen most likely,”

“Poor thing…” was the only thing that left Patton’s lips despite how much was going through his head

Roman nodded sadly, “yeah,”

Patton looked thoughtful for a moment before focusing on Roman again “hey Roman… Do you think I could hang out with him?”

“I mean, it’s not really my choice, he’s his own person, though I mean Logan told me that you all used to be friends so i mean he’ll probably say yeah,” 

Patton gave a thankful smile, and stood up from the place he had been sitting, “ok, can we go and see if i can hang out with him and you guys now or no?”

Roman smiled and wrapped an arm around Patton’s waist “yeah, let's go chill with him,”

Patton smiled and nodded, and they both headed out of the room,

As they headed down the hallway Patton stopped, and looked up at Roman “hey roman, have you, Logan, and deceit ate yet?”

Roman gave an awkward laugh and rubbed his neck again “nah, not yet,” 

Patton shook his head disapprovingly, and headed towards the kitchen and started cooking, after around twenty minutes the food was done and he grabbed a couple plates, once he had put one of them In the fridge for Virgil he headed back on course, he then proceeded to shove two plates into romans arms, for him and logan, Roman gave a small laugh and just proceeded to walk towards logan’s room,

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Deceit looked up up at the door as it slowly opened from where he had been sitting on the floor watching the tv as Logan worked,

When he saw Patton and Roman enter he waved at them nonchalantly, hiding the happy look he gave when he saw them,

“Hey dee, can I hang with you?” Patton said as he sat down passing deceit plate of food over, Roman was handing Logan his plate,

Deceit hummed and nodded giving a small smile to Patton which melted his heart,

“So how’re you doing kiddo?”

Deceit hummed softly again “‘mm fine, how are you?” he partially lied, it had been a mentally tiring day yesterday, He took a bite of the food as he waited for Patton to answer

“I’m doing fine kiddo, after you eat is there anything you want to do?” Patton tried, this encounter was rather awkward for him, because he knew he had treated deceit and Remus so awfully, he knew that he didn’t remember but it still ate him up with regret and guilt, he had been trying to get better but still…he had even started inviting the two of them to movie nights, though deceit had never taken up the invitation,

Deceit sensed the stress practically radiating off Patton and he made the quick decision of gently punching Patton’s shoulder “you sure there… adulto..?” He gave a small smile trying to cheer him up, he wanted his friends to be happy! He distantly wondered if a flower crown would make him feel better,

Patton gave a small chuckle “I’m good, just started overthinking,-“ he gave another soft chuckle -“even though it’s Virgil's job” 

Deceit tilted his head like a confused puppy for a moment before making finger guns and trying to stay up beat “...anxiety?” He looked over at Roman just for Roman to turn his head to him and nod and then turn back to his and Logan’s conversation, deceit turned his head back to face Patton “ah, anxiety, he's nice” he nodded to himself

Patton laughed, smiling softly “that he is, anyways what do you wanna do to?”

Deceit hummed in thought, he liked humming, whether it be the soft musical humming or humming in concentration, he liked it. “I’m ok with doing anything, except stuff with horses, I hate them, they hate me, Barney ate my family, you know the deal.”

Patton laughed and nodded “sooo-“ he trailed off before remembering him having a keen interest that creativity used to show off all the time to them -“would you wanna go hang out in the imagination’s meadow and make flower crowns?-“ the moment the words left his mouth he could practically see the stars in dee’s eyes

“Yesyesyesyes-“ he paused for a moment “yes please”

Patton chuckled softly and as soon as they were done eating he stood up, holding a hand out for deceit which deceit easily took, sure he knew things might be a little different but morality is nice! And logic is nice! And Roman is nice! So he very much trusted them all, 

Patton smiled as he escorted deceit to the imagination and the absolutely beautiful meadow, covered in all kinds of wildflowers, everything so vibrant, 

Deceit smiled happily and ran out into it, promptly falling on a soft cushion of grass And flowers, Patton followed him a soft smile on his lips, distantly wondering how he had never truly known deceit, this happy joyful, flower crown loving side,

Patton walked over, sitting comfortably on the patch of grass next to deceit, “ok so I have to admit I don’t know how to properly make a flower crown,” he gave a sheepish smile

Deceit smiled “that’s ok! That just means I can teach you!” He then proceeded to take a couple flowers and fold their stems into each other slowly, making sure Patton followed,

After Patton finally succeeded in making a flower deceit let out a cheer 

“You did it! You did well too!” He smiled widely, he  decided he liked teaching, it was no wonder to him why logic liked it too,

Patton smiled “thanks,” he thought for a moment before a thought verbally voiced itself much to the dismay of Patton “I’m so sorry I misjudged you…” 

“What are you talking about? You didn’t misjudge me! I think!” He tried to defend Patton, he wasn’t making the best argument though especially considering he very literally didn't remember it,

“Yes I did….-” he sighed -“I know you don’t remember it, but I was mean, so mean! And I misjudged you and I probably hurt you- and- I’m so sorry- so sorry-“ he was stopped as deceit pulled him into a hug,

“You probably had your reasons, and I’ll forgive you, when I remember what you mean, it may be a bit before I fully forgive you but no matter what, you deserve a second chance,” he pulled out of the hug, looking into Patton’s eyes intensely “I promise you, I know for a fact, that we’ll be friends and i'll stand by you, i promise” he smiled and plopped a flower crown on patton’s head,

Patton looked down and smiled sadly “your super sweet,” 

“hey, no u uno reverse bitch,” he laughed, but hey! It was the truth! Patton was nice too!

Patton snickered, deceits humor reminded him of Virgil, it was kind of Nice, he wondered if he liked dad jokes as well, “hey wanna make another flower crown and then head back to the commons and watch a show?” He prompted

“Yes please! What do you wanna watch!” 

“Hmm I’ll be fine with anything you want kiddo,”

“Hmmm, can we watch a couple episodes of the office?” He asked softly 

Patton hummed “mmhm, yeah we can, and we can get snacks too,”

Deceits eyes lit up and he murmured a soft thank you before hurrying to finish the last flower crown, he was planning to give them to logic and Roman, since he already gave one to morality,

Later Logan and Roman found deceit and Patton passed out on the couch deceit using Patton’s chest as a pillow and Patton’s arm wrapped loosely around deceits waist, tv asleep, they smiled at each other and left, silently agreeing to not wake them up, they both could see something had changed, they could both see that some of Patton’s regret and guilt was eased, it wasn’t gone, but it was breathing room for them both to work at,

[lovelylogans]

You seem to be the person that I follow who knows the most about fanfic, and I kinda want to get into reading it again. I used to read a lot of phan or supernatural stuff and now I read none, lol. Can you rec me LAMP or any pairing between the light sides or platonic fics with happy endings? Even if it's the most basic ones that everyone has read, I probably haven't. Thanks so much!

*cracks knuckles*

this is gonna be a long one. it’ll go title, pairing, then super basic plot summary, so. below the cut!

as far as self-promotion goes, i’ll get that out of the way first and rec you some of my most popular stuff in this fandom. these links will be to ao3, though you can also find them on my tumblr:

where you lead, i will follow (romantic moxiety, romantic logince): 150k of a gilmore girls au that absolutely no one asked me for, you do not need to have read the show to read this. it’s slowburn friends-to-lovers moxiety and childhood friends-to-lovers for logince, this fic follows patton, who was a pregnant trans teen who ran away to the tiny town of sideshire, his son, logan, who just got accepted into one of the most prestigious high schools in the state, patton’s parents, emily and richard, who clash often with their son, virgil, the owner of the local diner and reason all the locals have not developed scurvy, and roman, a teenage dancer/dance instructor who just so happens to have a crush on his best friend. this is a big personal favorite of mine, and i’m still writing in that verse, so. 

lavender for luck (romantic polyamlamp): the fae family has been cursed with magic dating back two hundred years. with great power, however, comes a great price; any man or woman who falls in love with a fae is doomed to die. virgil fae is trying his best to ensure that that does not happen. as is his uncle, dee. however, three of the friends he makes at college makes that increasingly difficult, for him.

my true love gave to me (romantic prinxiety, romantic logicality): a christmas-centric fic of four roommates, all of which are in love with each other in some way. follow these disaster gays being wooed or attempting to woo their crush in time to make out under some mistletoe. (this fic was nominated for best overall in the fander fic awards on tumblr.)

not you again (romantic prinxiety): inexplicably my most popular fic in terms of tumblr notes, this follows roman being a Gay Disaster Barista who is crushing hard on one of his regulars, who unfortunately has a boyfriend (or does he?) ft. remy (aka the sleep character from thomas’ short vids.)

dance partner (platonic royality): the popularity of this one is also due to the fanart made by the incredible sanderstribute, roman takes patton for a night of dancing on the town. 

okay, that’s enough of my stuff. this section is mostly “fandom essentials” in that most people have either read them or are familiar with them, in some way. a lot of these are kind of old-school fander fics, but they’re still really good and a good introduction to fandom! mostly the most kudos/bookmarked fics on ao3. also a pretty good starting point to a variety of popular fic-types in this fandom.

to build a home (romantic logicality) by avalorouschoice on ao3: patton and logan adopt virgil from an orphanage. this is a lot of found family, kid-growing-closer-to-the-family, and it’s just. i Like It A Lot and i’m definitely due for a re-read of it, it’s just very sweet

starved (polyamlamp, ft. thomas) by @randomslasher: honestly, it was tough to pick just one randomslasher fic to put on the list (if you’d like more fandom essentials, i’d argue that lj has written a toooon of them so just reading through their fics would be good!) but this one kind of had to win out. this fic boils down to “virgil needs hugs desperately and hides how desperately he needs them from the other sides, the other sides find out, the other sides give him hugs.” that’s... yeah. that’s the one. it’s Good Stuff.

of trying and towers (romantic prinxiety) by @parsnipit: similarly difficult to parse down any parsnipit fics! a lot of their stuff ranks among my personal favorites, so again, just reading down the list of what they’d got is a Good Call especially once upon a dream, which is similarly one of those “fandom essentials.” this fic in particular is about thomas in medieval times, stuff goes wrong, and all the sides split up and are turned into what they hate/fear, and it’s their journey of teaming up together again and defeating the evil ruler in place of the kingdom. there’s dragons. it’s Good Stuff.

it’s only logical (romantic logicality, romantic prinxiety) by @tinysidestrashcaptain: logan owns a flowershop and hires single dad patton, while his best friend virgil, who owns a coffee shop, and roman flirts with virgil a lot. very cute, very sweet, kid thomas is Great! again, tstrashcaptain has a lot of the stuff i’d call “fandom essentials,” so. those! all good stuff!

silence and duality (platonic lamp) by @xaandiir: one of the first takes on the whole “dark sides” aspect we had, back in the day, this fic follows along with the sort of psychology/mentality of the sides as children, as they grow up, and the potential of what could happen to one of the dark sides, especially if they were rejected. i’m trying not to spoil it too much, but! again! good stuff!!

insomnia (platonic lamp) by @xaandiir: virgil cannot sleep, attempts to hide it from the other sides, and the other sides find out. Good Stuff. let the boy take a nap

learning & loving verse (romantic prinxiety, romantic logicality) by @virgilsjourney: jenna’s just... yeah, lots of really good fics there! again! a college verse fic in which Pining Roommates feature; virgil helps roman through some stage fright (trying not to spoil it!) to eventually star as fiyero in wicked, and the realization of Feelings throughout. good stuff!

college verse (platonic lamp) by @princelogical: again! one of those Really Great Authors to just read a ton of their stuff! this one in particular is a college verse, in which all the sides have various emotional reckonings. really great character development, really great backstory. i will say read the warnings, just in case!

and now, for some of my personal favorites. this is only a fraction of my favorite fics, and if you’d like more of my personal recommendations, i have a whole tag for fanfic! (if there’s an indent under, it just means ‘more by this author!’)

love and other fairytales (polyamlamp) by @tulipscomeinallsortsofcolors: ohhh my fuckin god. worldbuilding a+, characterization a+, plot a+. have you ever wanted faerie!virgil and changeling!logan and witch!roman and a-little-cursed!patton??? you do! trust me you do! i have no idea how to describe it without spoiling any of the plot, however, i will say that this is basically just Straight Up a novel and has developed a little fandom of itself which is honestly so lovely to see, so!

faded with uncertainty (romantic prinxiety): in the aftermath of ‘dealing with intrusive thoughts,’ roman finds virgil crying in the midst of the mindscape and comforts him in the aftermath of That Reveal that virgil had in the video

blanket!verse (romantic prinxiety, romantic logicality): a few oneshots of varying topics, this deals with virgil and his anxiety in his new relatinoship, as well as patton’s tendency to hide emotions, with fluff involved in each. (canoodling especially it’s so soft and fluffy and just!!!)

track seven (romantic logicality): logan struggles with his emotions and snaps and blows up at everyone; patton tries his best to get to the bottom of it.

lovely, dark, and deep (romantic analogical) by @teacupfulofstarshine:  MERMAIDS!!!! virgil’s a doctoral student and thomas is his advisor, and logan, roman, and patton are all mermaids, of a sort. very good, very gay, the imagery is spectacular and it is Good! Stuff!!!

little and broken (but still good): moxiety as dads! logan, roman, and thomas are their kids! they’re all so good! so cute! really great family feels! i cry every single time! the domesticity! the FLUFF! it is a masterpiece!

the pattonella au (romantic analogical, romantic royality): oh my actual god, star, YOUR MIND, this au is just such a wonderful take on the cinderella fairytale and putting it within the context of the sides with its own little twists and turns, they are Cute and Good and the development of the relationship in the aftermath of a cinderella-type event is just chef’s kiss 

living in the real world (ain’t it fun): the sides coalesce into the real world, and thomas is KIND OF FREAKING OUT about it; they’re having trouble adjusting, at first, but since the work’s still in progress you can see them kind of slowly coming to terms with it and it’s just a take on the “sides become people” au that i’ve never really seen before so!!!!!!

stardust sleeper (and the college!verse in general): logan gets to take the nap He Deserves, there are Cute Accents in here, and it’s just a very cute, very good domestic slice-of-life in the midst of the chaos that is college. it’s Very Cute and Very Sweet and please just read it oh my god???? 

internal bleeding (past romantic logicality, romantic prinxiety) by @princelogical: virgil and roman come to visit patton at christmas, in the aftermath of patton’s husband’s death; his husband is very aware that he’s dead, but he hasn’t been able to leave yet. angst, hurt/comfort, Oh My Fuckin God

the queerplatonic logince verse: logan and roman are in a queerplatonic relationship, and the stuff that entails. i just really like it whenever someone focuses on aro or ace sides, and i think this is a really well-done portrayal of the fact that relationships absolutely do not need to be romantic in order to be significant.

i feel like it’s just me: patton is a professional cuddler, and the people he meets in the course of that job, ft. some patton angst and general thoughts about loneliness. to quote, “this is more of a concept piece,” but i very much like the concept

lists.: just a short, sweet lil thing about the other sides appreciating logan.

hold your breath until it’s okay by insertfandomjoke, @notafeeling on tumblr: a brooklyn 99 style au in which logan is the captain, and virgil, roman, and patton are the detectives—it’s a “Five Times They Closed a Case Without Anyone Getting Hurt and the One Time They Didn't” au. 

in which we are all virgil: in which virgil stares at elliott and thinks “oh no they cute!!!” and also presents elliott as joan’s anxiety and dr. picani as a fusion between patton and logan and it just. Good!

sweaters: patton makes his boyfriends all christmas sweaters and They Cute

habits (romantic logicality) by @astralbone: human au, slice-of-life kind of thing. the characterizations are Very Good and honestly i just really love to read it. both of them are hurting and their life may not be perfect but they’re fitting together and it’s just. it’s Very Good

sanders sides ficlets by @virgilsjourney: ranging a variety of topics/timespans in terms of the series, there is a ton here. you want movie night fluff? it’s here! you want hurt/comfort angst in which roman is locked away like in the snow queen? you got it! you want logan and patton mend up after moving on???? it’s here! just a lot of really good stuff!!!!!!

blink back to let me know (romantic moxiety, hinted romantic logince) by @virgilsanxiety and @shakespearesocks: virgil and patton are both pining, logan and roman don’t get paid enough for this, and they are Good Soft Boys who maybe need to improve a bit at communication

logic’s notebooks (romantic analogical) by @parsnipit: logan keeps notebooks about all the sides and feels bad about it; in the midst of all this, some Very Great domestic analogical

and you lied to all your selves (romantic prinxiety, romantic logicality) by penrosequartz: i haven’t read this in a minute, but it’s a prinxiety fic in which they get closer, and virgil is being, well, anxious, and i’d recommend you read the warnings but!!! loosely structured, good characterization, it’s just some! good! stuff!

migraine (analogical) by @theonlyjelly-iwillput-inmybelly (philosophicalrune on ao3): virgil is overworking himself through a migraine, logan helps him feel better, and tries his best to make virgil feel better. it’s cute and sweet and very good in terms of hurt/comfort, i tend to go back to it whenever school is stressing me out, so that should tell you something!

smile (platonic moxiety) by @doggo-fiends-on-a-spaceship: to steal their alternative title, “Alternatively titled: Virgil has a nightmare and wants a hug, but being emotionally constipated, Cannot Ask for one.” virgil has a nightmare and spends the night in patton’s room; the trouble is, patton did not know that he was doing that until he nearly trips over virgil. they are Good Boys and it’s just Real Nice

again, this is a tiny, miniscule fraction of really spectacular fics in this fandom—there’s a lot of talented people here, so happy reading!

[watchoutforthefanfics]

Kiss Me, You Fool

It's been ages, but I've decided that the best way to do this is just to do it.

Sorry for the wait K.A., but I got overwhelmed. And now, we're here.

INSPO: Put Your Head On My Shoulder - Paul Anka

TWS: Unrequited love (not for the main pair), food mention, light crying/angst.

Word Count: 5,192

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'Alright, this is... idiotic,' Roman huffed, staring at himself in the mirror, '-you are so much better than this, Prince Roman.'

Roman ran a hand through his unkempt hair, quietly cursing the visible nervousness in his body language. He needed to be as confident as ever because after all, he was confidence.

"This is easy," Roman rolled his eyes, "-you confess to things every day! To the townspeople in the Imagination, you are as honest as you possibly can be."

He hummed, adjusting his sash slightly, and clearing his throat. Lying wasn't so hard, right?

"But, of course, it isn't."

A new voice echoed through the forest, as Roman nearly jumped into the lake that he had once looked serenely into. As always, the voice was buttery smooth and Roman could feel it all the way in his toes.

Deceit's voice was heaven-sent, Roman could give him that. And the black-suited him really well. And he had skills in the way of flattery. And-

"Oh, dear Roman... Have you been, dare I say it, heartbroken?" Deceit spoke, as smooth as the rivers flowed just to their left.

Roman didn't speak, all he truly felt was a sort of shame; he had fallen in love with his best friend, who was claimed. Betrothed. Loved.

By someone else.

"Surely," Deceit hummed, his fingertips dancing over his shoulders, "-a breathtaking prince such as yourself has options, no?"

Roman finally uttered, composing himself, "I appreciate the flattery, Dee, but truly, don't pity me. I'm not worth the extra thoughts. This is my own fault, I..."

Deceit skimmed his fingers over Roman's collar, pulling it to perfection, "We can't have such a dreamboat so down, now can we?"

"Dece-" Roman began, perfectly fine to suffer by himself.

"Roman," Deceit tugged at his collar, drawing Roman's direct attention to the side just before his eyes, "-I'm here to help you."

Roman scrunched his eyebrows, "You... want to help me?"

Deceit rolled his eyes, tugging Roman ever closer, "Not only light sides deal with unrequited affections, dear prince~"

Roman opened his mouth briefly, almost asking him who he'd had unrequited affections for, but shut it at the idea of finding out.

He had too much going on right now, anyway.

"What do you get out of this?"

Deceit feigned offense, holding a hand to his chest, "You expect so little of me, Roman."

Roman perked a brow, not second-guessing his decision, awaiting a response; Deceit made deals, not favors.

Deceit sighed, rubbing his hands on his temple, "Prince, I know I'm not always honest. However, from a side to a side, I'd like to help you."

Roman pursed his lips, a little confused, "Out of the generosity of your heart?"

The snake-like side grinned and shook his head, "No, more like our of the logistics of your situation, your highness."

Roman debated whether or not that was sarcastic, all the while noticing that Deceit hadn't stopped touching him during this entire enco-

NOT THE TIME.

"Logistics?" he asked, following Deceit as he ventured out into the forest -- to touch a tree, he guessed.

"Ah, yes-" Deceit hummed, almost a little defensively, "-you're in love with Virgil, no? Patton is currently dating Virgil, knocking him out of the equation, and both Logan and Remus are absolutely... useless in this situation."

"So..." Roman answered, "-you're my best bet then?"

"Yes," Deceit spun around to meet Roman's eyes, "-and I think with this... particular situation, I can help you. Do you wish for it, prince?"

Roman paused, lulling over the ideas in his head; at this point, Deceit knew. And he was particularly... skilled in this area, so... who could it hurt? Right?

"Okay, fine. If you wish to help me, I suppose you can."

"Well," Deceit bowed, taking his hand and pressing it gently to his lips, "-it'll be my pleasure."

《◇◇◇》

Roman stared at Virgil and Patton from across the room, silently chastising himself for letting himself slip. Letting himself fall for someone who was happy.

It wasn't fair to either Patton or Virgil that he had been too careless, that he couldn't be in the same room as them without feeling sick to his stomach with guilt.

"Roman?" Virgil raised a brow, with a questioning glance, "Everything okay, buddy?"

Roman blinked, shaking his head out of his thoughts, "Of course! You two are just... plain adorable! I wish I could have such a mighty romance as that."

Virgil flushed bright red to the tips of his ears, as Patton giggled just beside him and, like Roman had always wanted to, kissed him right on that rosy cheek.

It wasn't fair that he had done this to them.

"Hello boys," a familiar voice hummed, one that Roman froze in his seat for, "-I'm here for the prince. Don't mind me, truly."

Roman watched as Virgil and Patton looked at him confused like they didn't expect the two to be associating.

"Well," he stood, approaching Deceit with a plastered on but brilliant grin, "-that's my curfew, lovebirds! Don't do anything I wouldn't do!"

Deceit had a bright smile on his lips, as he extended his elbow towards Roman; which he had seriously debated taking, and ended up doing so... because well, what's the harm?

His skin was cold and it definitely sent a sizzle down his veins, but he'd hardly paid it any mind. After all, physical touch was his comfort. He didn't mind who it came from.

《◇◇◇》

"You know," Roman spoke, at a late at night meeting with Deceit on how to cope, "-you never told me who you had an unrequited love for?"

"That's-" Deceit sputtered, his skin flushing a bright pink (that Roman would love to see again) "-that's not important... What does that have to do with this conversation?"

"Hey!" Roman sat up, pulling himself upright on the bed, "You know all my secrets, do you not trust me enough to know yours?"

Deceit sighed, "What am I going to do with you, prince? You weren't even listening! My go-"

Roman fell into a sort of silence, watch Deceit as he rambled. It was a lot like Logan's rambles, full of concerns and knowledge beyond belief, but it wasn't boring.

He liked watching the way Deceit's face twisted when he was trying to get his point across, the way his eyes fell to the ground when he was truly honest, and the way his hands flew all around the room trying to stress each word he had let his mouth speak.

Speaking of hands, Deceit seemed to be so flustered... his other arms had come out, each flying in a different direction. One rubbing his temples, another fidgeting with his hair, and one was reaching for.. something.

He wasn't sure what brought him to do so, but in a breath, Roman had grabbed the hand.

It was extended in his direction, so he probably wasn't far off. It was just odd to immediately think to just grab his hand, rather than just leave it hanging.

Deceit blinked, all of his hands freezing in their places, and Roman was immediately tensed. Maybe he had read that wrong?

Maybe he had violated some sort of boundary and now, Deceit hated him? Did he mess this up? He couldn't do this without hi-

"Are you... Are you holding my hand?" Deceit asked, with an oddly uncertain voice and Roman -for the first time- could tell it was an honest reaction.

"Uh..." Roman glanced at his hand that was laced with Deceit's with a guilty grin, "...yes?"

Deceit paused just for a moment, his eyes speaking volumes of panic, yet his face... He was blushing.

Virgil's was a light pink, scattered across his face and at the tips of his ears, but Deceit's?

His was a ruby rose and flushed down to his collar bone. It was a storm, a bright red storm, and Roman couldn't have been... more proud.

He had caused those clouds to rumble, and the ever so gorgeous Deceit was melting in his fingertips-

Wait a minute.

"I-" Deceit cleared his throat, "I have to... go and reign Remus in. Yes."

And with a blink, Roman was left in his room, alone. All he could think about, however, was oddly... Deceit.

He had been excited to get that kind of reaction out of him, and maybe... maybe, he wanted to do it again.

《◇◇◇》

Roman was currently... deep within his thoughts. Not even sparing a passing glance at Patton and Virgil, who sat just across from him.

It was odd.

He normally, couldn't stand being in there for even a second; his heart would clench and his eyes would water, and-

That doesn't matter now.

Because he's been sitting there for 45 minutes, without a single issue curling up inside of him. No bitter taste in his mouth, no poetic pain at all.

It had been a few months... since the whole predicament. When Deceit had proposed to help, that is.

And now, he found himself putting himself in situations with the two... just for Deceit to step in.

Roman couldn't really fathom it, well... he could. He'd known the buzz that would shoot through him, when Deceit would brush his fingers against his shoulder or when Deceit would just smirk in his direction.

Roman could melt at the flash within his eye when he smiled like... that.

And it didn't help that he was looking at his mouth eith-

"Roman?"

Speak of the devil, he glanced up at the half-scaled figure in front of him, "Ah yes, Dee. I'm coming at once."

Roman grinned, as bright as a beacon, and spun to the pair, "Goodbye, friends! Next night, I choose the movie, no?"

Patton grinned, "Of course!"

Virgil was looking at him a bit odd though; to be fair, Roman hadn't spoken to him one on one in months... and they used to be best friends.

Roman needed to work on that, he noted somewhere deep in his head; as all thoughts were whisked away with Deceit's hand lacing with his.

He felt like he was floating, so calmly across the floor, as his stomach flipped and his lips couldn't help but smile.

"Roman!" Deceit hissed, "Are you even listening?"

Roman blinked, "Yes, sorry. I was... lost in thoughts, I suppose. Um, what were you saying, sunshine?"

Deceit quirked a brow, pursing his lips, "Dear Prince, you know you can't fool me. Don't you?"

"I would never."

"Then," Deceit hummed, squinting at him, "-what's troubling you, my prince?"

You can't faint, you can't faint. Roman, you are better than this-

"I just-" Roman sighed, slumping his shoulders, "-I miss my best friend, Dee. Virgil... I haven't talked to him since all of this got... weird and I don't feel right without my best friend, you know?"

Deceit paused, his face unmoving and his posture unflinching, "Why not talk to him?"

"Well, I-"

"If Virgil is really your best friend-" Deceit hummed, straightening Roman's sash with a quick brush of his fingers, "-I don't believe it'll be an issue, will it?"

"I-" Roman bit his lip, "I suppose not."

"Exactly," Deceit spoke, with a tinge of pride in his tone, "-I don't see why you can't, but..."

"Yeah," Roman paused, as they stopped in front of Deceit's door as comfortable in the habit as probably possible, "-I just... I wish I hadn't made everything so complicated."

Deceit hummed, his eyebrow twitching at his want to say something -an odd thing Roman had noticed- but he hadn't exactly formed it in his head yet.

The two fell into the comfort of Deceit's room, he was probably more comfortable than he should be at this point, but he didn't mind.

Deceit pulled him into a black leather couch, each sitting on their respective cushions. Roman ached to touch Deceit again but didn't wish to be uncomfortable, so he sat.

Just until he felt a head lean on his shoulder with a hushed movement, and he placed his head on top of his in a swift gesture.

He was cold, yes, but it was oddly soothing.

"Roman?"

"Yes?"

"You know... you know I'm always here if you need me, don't you? No matter what the others say about me... You mean a lot to me, and I wouldn't want you to deal with anything alone... when I could be there too."

There was a pause, a breath of silence that Roman found such comfort in. He just wanted to curl up into it until he could no longer.

"Thank you."

《◇◇◇》

Roman would definitely say this was a low point in his life. It was currently 3 AM, and he couldn't sleep because of how much his head was buzzing, as the sizzle of a frying pan, except all he could think about, was Deceit.

Deceit's eyes and hair and fingers and arms and lips and clothes and smile and cheeks and scales and god-

So, he was making his way to a familiar room that he'd once avoided like a plague. The mind palace was quiet, as he crept down to the purple door with drawn in cobwebs and the smell of lavender. (Probably something Patton got him.)

He held up his fist with a dash of uncharacteristic hesitation, but in this... situation, it made sense.

With a gentle tapping, Roman realized there was no turning back and this was one step into something he'd avoided for... months. Hopefully, Virgil wouldn't kill him.

It had been quiet for a while, and Roman almost stepped away from the door, afraid of interjecting on something that wasn't his place.

But, in a sudden fit of confidence, he stood his ground.

"Virgil?" Roman whispered, "I... I know it's been a while, but I just... I need my best friend right no-"

The door swung open, and there stood his best friend, shaggy hair and all. His eyeshadow was... smudged though, and his cheeks were flushed and his nose was stuffy-

Before he could even speak, Virgil tackled him into a hug that he... honestly did not expect.

"You're a bitch-" Virgil muttered into his shoulder, and Roman decided not to comment on the sniffle, "- you know that, right?"

"I'm a bad bitch, but-" Roman spoke, "-that's irrelevant. Are you oka-"

Virgil groaned, dragging him into his room with the tug of the sleeve of his robe. His silky, just washed robe, that he'd kill Virgil for matting up-

"Princey," Virgil tsked, his tone concerned but all the while stern, "-you been avoiding me for..."

He turned around, as black hash marks evaporated onto the wall, and he seemed to briskly scan them for a second.

"For," he regained, turning back to Roman with a flare in his eyes, "-five months, two weeks, three days, four hours, t-"

"No, no-" Roman huffed, "-I get it. It's just... a bit complicated, and a really long story."

"Well," Virgil fell into a bean bag chair, pretending to check his "wristwatch", "-good thing I've got time then, huh?"

Roman bit his lip, "Are you sure? This may get a little w-"

"Princey." Virgil's eyes flared a purple tone, as his eyebrow raised and Roman suddenly knew he meant business.

"Okay," Roman crossed his arms, falling into the red beanbag just beside his newly seated friend, "-fine! You asked for it."

Virgil nodded, "Now, continue."

Roman wrung his hands out in a quiet huffing of breath, "Are you sure you wanna do thi-"

"PRINCEY, I swear to... If you don't start talking, I'll-"

His head was pounding as Virgil kept talking, and he just wanted to say it. Get it out of his brain, and finally be finished with such dumb feelin-

"I WAS IN LOVE WITH YOU! I realized it when you got with Patton and I couldn't do anything. I wanted you to be happy and I'm sorry-"

The silence was... deafening and Roman could feel a weight lift from his shoulders, so easily lifted. Yet, his stomach was churning at the thought of his best friend... never wanting him in his life again.

God, he messed this all up, didn't he?

Virgil was sunk into his beanbag with a flushed face (to the tips of his ears), he eventually squeaked out, "Y-You... what?"

Roman sucked air through his teeth, "See, I knew this was a bad idea. Listen, let's just not go there. I'm here for a separate reason, ok-"

"Roman," Virgil spoke, steadying, "-it's okay, I'm just... shocked is all... You said was, right? Because Patton is probably the light of my li-"

"Yes," Roman began with a faded smile, "-I guess I did say was. That's the entire reason I'm here."

Virgil leaned backward, in his beanbag with much-changed demeanor (maybe to just avoid the topic), "Let me take a stab, no?"

Roman opened his mouth, but decided against it and nodded. What's the harm, right?

"You came to me at... let's see-" Virgil tapped the side of his beanbag chair, "-about 4 in the morning because... you have fallen in love with Deceit and can't get him out of your head."

"I don't-" Roman sputtered, his face getting hot with a nervous laugh, "-I don't know what you're talking about."

"Sure you don't-" Virgil teased, with a smile, "-but you're the one who came to my room at 4 in the morning. Sounds like Princey is a little lovesick to me."

Roman paused, "Okay, y-you've got me. I'm just... This is so unlike me, and I'm not sure how to handle this situation. Because I think I'm in love with him, but how do I know if he's in love with me? And how do I confess to Deceit? He's so much more than I'd ever imagi-"

"Woah, woah," Virgil grabbed his shoulders, "-Princey, calm down. You're starting to sound like me!"

Roman pursed his lips, as Virgil kept his eyes focused on him in concern, this was not the usual Roman he knew.

"I'm not..." Virgil started, a little unsure, "I'm not the romantic one here, but... if there's anything I know about Deceit... It's that you need to be genuine and... probably over the top. Because he's a dramatic bitch."

Roman laughed, and Virgil brightened slightly (sometimes he didn't know he was helping), "But so are you, so... I know this advice is... repeated a lot. But... just be yourself, okay? And follow your gut."

Roman nodded, solidly, "You know, Emo Nightmare, you are much more helpful than you think."

"Eh," Virgil shrugged, falling back into his beanbag chair, "-I try."

The princely side smiled, "Well, shouldn't you be off to bed? It's incredibly late, and I imagine Patton would be upset if you were up any longer."

Roman watched his face morph at the thought of Patton, and for the first time, genuinely thought that it was adorable.

"Well," Virgil laughed, scratching the back of his neck, "-this might sound stupid... But, who cares? I stay up because Patton sleeps in his own bed, and he gets nightmares, you know? He comes into my room, and... I gotta be awake to comfort him, so... yeah."

Roman grinned, "That's incredibly sweet of you, Virgil; I honestly didn't know you had it in you."

"Shut up," Virgil flushed to his ears again, throwing a pillow at him in a swift movement.

"Alright, okay!" he chuckled, adjusting his sash, "I should probably get back to my realm, start brainstorming, I assume."

"Or sleeping?" Virgil added, with a finger gun awkwardly.

Roman left and stepped towards the door. A little hesitantly as he felt like something had been, left in the air there. Something needed to be said-

"Oh, and Roman?"

"Yes?"

"Don't you ever ignore me like that again... okay? We're best friends, no matter what we're going through."

And if later that night, Roman cried in his room at the pure thought of getting his best friend back... Only his posters saw such a sight.

《◇◇◇》

Roman hummed along, as he gently planted each pancake with perfection. They didn't technically have to eat, but it was a simple pleasure in the mind palace.

Plus, it was a big day. It was the day. The day that Roman would confess to Deceit.

Logan, unsurprisingly, was the first one in the kitchen with a roll of the eyes, "We don't need the food; however, I thank you for the effort."

"You're welcome, Nerd."

In next, was oddly enough Remus, but Roman wasn't that surprised because well... his brother had a thing for Logan. He'd probably been watching him and timed it perfectly to walk in after him. He was weird like that.

"Hello, brother! You're up... early?"

"Good morning, Roman! I've got havoc to reek, I'm very busy, you know."

Roman sighed, trying to reach out to him, "Remus don't-"

Then, there he was. The man of the hour, and he looked rather... adorable.

Every side knew that Deceit was the shortest, mostly because when he stood next to Patton... he was itty-bitty. Usually, this was evened out by his composed nature and classy outfit, which Roman adored.

Yet, here he was... tiny Dee with messy hair and the fuzziest pajamas Roman had ever seen. Roman was not going to make it, he truly was not-

“Hello, darling-“ he managed out, with his knees weak and surely face flushed, “-uh, would you like some pancakes?”

Deceit raised an eyebrow and Roman chose to ignore the scarlet tint to the human side of his face, “Yes, thank you, Roman.”

Roman paused, faltering for just a second, as he gave a charming grin and held out a plate of pancakes. And god, Deceit was smiling at him, like a sweet, warm, genuine, little smile... and he almost melted to the ground.

Like a pathetic little puddle.

“Roman?” Deceit hummed, in a hoarse morning voice, “Did you hear me, prince?”

Roman shook his head, “My apologies, I was just, um... Can you repeat what you said?”

Deceit smirked -making his knees wobble-, “The syrup?”

“Oh, yes-“ Roman cleared his throat, letting their fingers brush and almost fainting in the process, but that was normal.

Deceit grinned, shaking his head and making his way into the kitchen, “Until, I see you again, dear prince.”

Roman swallowed, waving because he truly did not trust his words at this point; as the couple of the hour waltzed in for breakfast. He could finally calm down, thank goodness-

“Aww,” Patton smiled as bright as the Sun, “-Roman, this looks so delicious! Thank you!”

Virgil winked at him, with a smirk, “At least you can do something right, Princey.”

Roman rolled his eyes, “Emo Nightmare, don’t even.”

The two trailed off into the dining room with lovesick grins, which Roman couldn’t wait to get his own of.

He imagined in his head how Deceit's would look, with wistful eyes and a small... yet genuine smile.

Just as he was about to whisk away his own plate, he peeked over the corner, and stared at Deceit with his tired eyes and holding back a grin. His Dee wouldn't be caught dead laughing at one of Patton's horrendous puns.

You know, he could probably end up loving him for the rest of his life.

《◇◇◇》

The rest of the morning was uninteresting, and Roman was... uncharacteristically nervous. Like foot bouncing, temple sweating, thick swallow, nervousness.

This could not be a good sign.

"Roman," Patton assured, in the hushed shadows, "-you are the bravest prince of all the land, you've got this. Okay? We're all here for you."

Virgil added, a bit nervous but he always was, "If there's anyone in this world who can romance Deceit, it's you Princey."

Roman nodded, his hand shaking a bit, and calming himself silently. It was easy when you had the power of creation at your fingertips, he'd simply imagine a meadow and it'd be there.

"Flowers," Roman spoke, slowly and surely, "-do you think flowers are a good bet? I mean Deceit, he's kind of unclear and I just want this to be perfe-"

"Yes," Virgil spoke, a distant look in his eye, "-we were... the others. Deceit had his own garden, it was oddly pretty and he cared for it quite well; he seems unlike it, but he loves nature. Might just be the snake talking but..."

"No," Roman smiled, standing and wringing his hands together, "-no. I think you're onto something, Virgil. I appreciate your help, very much so. I believe I must depart to my beloved now, stay in love, losers!"

Patton stood on his tippy toes bouncing up and down, "Keep us updated, Ro!"

Giving them a salute, Roman sunk into the hallway of a place he knew well. Too well in recent months, actually.

He stood outside a door, that was dark with yellow snakes painted all in weaving patterns amongst each other. It was oddly a beautiful sight to see, and Roman had memorized them.

Deceit had told him their names, and for a second, he couldn't remember them at all. It was the nerves, clogging up his brain and he couldn't think straight at this point.

This was it.

He had to do it, he wouldn't regret it.

Even if Deceit would hate him-

Oh God.

Just as Roman felt the urge to spin around, the door opened, wide and welcoming.

And, there he was.

"Roman," Deceit hummed, "-uh, hello?"

Roman grinned, wringing his hands and almost forgetting the sunflowers he held tightly in his right hand, "Can I come in?"

Deceit paused, a gleam in his eye that Roman didn't recognize. But, it seemed cold... unlike the ones he'd seen just earlier.

"Sure, Prince. Is something... wrong?"

"Uh," Roman bounced his leg, "-no! I'm just... I got these for you, I didn't know what kind of flowers you like. So, I just got a safe bet of yellow flowers? And I-"

Deceit smiled lightly, "Thank you, prince... But, what's the occasion? Like I said you don't have to thank me for helping you, it was-"

Roman exhaled, holding Deceit's hand gently and considerately, "It's uh, not that."

Standing randomly in the middle of his room, Roman found it hard not to tell the truth. He was deception, after all; so, he guessed that was normal.

"Deceit," Roman spoke, carefully but without hesitance, "-I've... I've fallen in love with you."

The sly side paused, eyes widening and his human face flushing.

There was a breath, and suddenly, Deceit pulled his hand back from Roman with a bit of disgust.

"This-" Deceit shook his head, and hugged himself, "-this isn't funny. Who... who out you up to this? Was it Remus? I knew I couldn't trust him, but he was all I had."

Roman kept his distraught at bay, "What do you mean? I... I love you."

"No," Deceit answered back, his eyes glassy and Roman wanted everything in the world to reach out, "-you don't."

The princely figure stepped back, a little startled, "How would you know? I'm speaking from the depths of my heart, and I love you. I love you."

Suddenly, Deceit straightened -discreetly wiping the tears from his eyes-, "Second boys will be first choice. Especially if the first one rejects you, no?"

"Dee," Roman added, desperately, "-no, that's not what this is about. I swear-"

"Then..." Deceit hummed, faltering a bit, "-why did you go to Virgil's room? A few nights ago. I heard you, y-you... you told him you were in love with him."

Roman chuckled, inching closer to Deceit, "What? Oh, oh... I... I needed to talk to someone about you. He's my best friend, he wanted to know why I'd left him out of my life for so long. I had to tell him."

Deceit was turned around, and silence ensued after a few beats. It was quiet, and Roman hated it.

"I'll-" Roman began rambling, "-I'll get Virgil, he can explain if you need it. I will drag him by his emo bangs as quick as you say the word-"

Deceit spoke, breathy, "I... I believe you, Roman. It's just... you're not in the right mindset. You're not... thinking straight, you just got your heart broken. And I was there, that's why you think you love me, you can't-"

Roman cleared his throat, breathing in through his nose, "It's been months, Dee. Months, of spending time with you. I don't know how to-"

He scrambled, just for a second relying on his brain to come up with a plan, an idea, anything-

"I-" Roman started, trying to recenter himself, "- love that you'd do this whole thing for me. I love how selfless you are, even though, Thomas thinks you're the villain. I love your rants about the societal issues and pressures on people these days, and how if you get really frustrated, all of your arms will start to flail. I love how you flush a red down your collarbone, every time I smile at you. I love that you can listen to anyone with so much respect, and stay tuned in. I love that... I love that you are so, honest, even though you are literally the embodiment of lies. I love you, I love you so much. And I just want you to see that."

Deceit was quiet, and the air in the room was so thick, Roman could hardly breathe.

This was it, he'd poured his soul out and if Deceit didn't reciprocate... Well, he didn't want to think about it.

"Do you remember-" Deceit sniffled, "-in the beginning, when you asked me who I had an unrequited love for?"

“Oh, yes-” Roman faltered, “-if you want to be with him, I get it. I didn’t mean to be pushy, I just needed to get this off my chest-”

“It was you.”

Deceit was facing him now, his nose red and Roman had never heard him be so honest in his entire life.

Roman squeaked, “Pardon?”

Deceit grinned, a gleam that sent a tingling feeling all the way to his toes, and stepped forward, “I still love you, but are you sure this isn’t some plan to get over Virgil or hurt my feelings-”

“Never,” Roman practically fainted, “-god, I’d never do that, darling.”

Deceit smiled, and in a fit of emotion, simply wrapped his arms around Roman and just held him there. It was a little shock, but quickly enough, the prince had his arms wrapped around him too.

“So,” Roman muttered into the top of his head, “-does this mean we’re dating now? Are you my boyfriend?”

Deceit chuckled, a deep rumble against his chest, “Yes, my prince.”

With a bellowing laugh, Roman swept his new boyfriend into his arms and kiss every inch of his face he could, until Deceit stepped in.

“Kiss me, you fool.”

[roseamongroses]

In Just No Time At All

Summary: Creativity's split was only the first of many changes happening in the mindscape, with Sides adopting new roles, new names, a new sense of purpose.

Roman's not too sure about his own.

Characters: Roman Sanders, Deceit Sanders, (Every other revealed side is mentioned at least once/multiple times)

Pairings: Roceit (Roman & Deceit) 

Warnings: Self doubt, Internalized Homophobia, Cursing, angst (not the entire time its broken up throughout), some...brief suggestive conversations blame deceit 

Ao3

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Roman’s cheeks burned as he sunk out into the imagination.

Well, it wasn’t the imagination, not yet at least. For now, everything was blank, it needed to be blank or else he might anger Thomas again--upset Patton again--make everything loud and loud and loud and not okay and he was---

He sank to his knees, squeezing his eyes tight. Gasping quiet, he curled into himself tighter and tighter. He wondered if he can snap away from the sickening lurch of his stomach, snap away from the feeling of the stares, everyone staring. Snap away himse-

He was okay.

He had to be okay, he had to be not that. Not those fantasies that apparently weren’t locked away with Remus. He was not that, it had to be a fluke. He was still reeling from the separation, still forming and solidifying, of course, it had to be a fluke. He’s a Creativity not--

“You’ve grown.”

Roman’s head jerked up, tongue still dry with cotton and eyes barely registering the shadowed crevice seeping into the starkness of the imagination.

Effortlessly, the Side stepped out, and Roman’s gaped, “What are you doing here, -”

The side held up a gloved hand and Roman’s mouth shut, “I go by Deceit now.” he drawled, not looking entirely pleased.

“Well..” Roman sniffed, wiping his eyes as he stood, “-Deceit, what, what are you doing here.” He huffed, crossing his arms trying to find interest in the blankness, “If you lost your way, I’m sure Dr. Gloom down the hall can direct you, cause Patton said--”

“We both know very well how much I love listening to Morality,” Deceit rolled his eyes.

“But after you left you said--”

Deceit’s eyebrow twitched, “I said a lot of things,” he said carefully, “But you see, I’ve changed,” he gestured broadly to his face,” I’ve made amends with my,” another twitch, “Function.”

“That’s-That’s nice,” Roman’s eyes darted away and he turned on his heel, “Nice chat-I’ll be going no-oof,” Roman fumbled back.

Deceit cocked his head, “You seem bothered, Roman?” he said, examining his gloves as if he didn’t just teleport to block the path, “Are you bothered?”

“Bothered? Who’s bothered not me, not me,” he coughed, taking a step back, “Not me at all…” he finished weakly.

“Well if that’s the case,” Deceit said, taking a step forward, “You wouldn’t mind if I talked a little about myself, would you? It’s been a while, and we didn’t have the most...smooth introduction when you split…”

“Patton said you didn’t agree with...me...existing,” Roman rubbed his arms, eyeing him warily, “I shouldn’t. You shouldn’t.”

Deceit’s composure broke at that, face a tad bit softer, “I did say that” he admitted, “I was fond of the King. Nothing was…” he frowned, “Nothing was wrong with him.”

Roman was quiet at that.

“But…” Deceit continued, “That doesn’t mean something’s wrong with you,” he said, his dark whisper making Roman almost believing him, “We exist as parts of Thomas,” Roman didn’t realize how close Deceit had gotten, clothed hands, tilting his chin up to meet their eyes, “If we exist, we exist as everything Thomas needs and is.”

“Good and Bad I suppose…” Roman said, forcing a laugh.

Deceit didn’t laugh, eyes narrowing, “Well I wouldn’t say that” he murmured, “Bad is...flexible, moldable--the same with good,” A hand rested on Roman’s waist, pulling him closer, “But I do admit you are rather...lovely.”

“R-really?” Roman stuttered, unable to stop the swelling in his chest.

“Yes really,” he said amused, “Would I ever lie to you?””

Roman’s brow furrowed at that, “You said your new name was Deceit.”

“If I was lying would you want me to stop?”

Roman did not tell him to stop.

---

“And he just has the prettiest brown eyes-- and then there are his dimples-- don't get me started on the little freckles dotting his ears and his smile,” Roman swooned, crashing softly into Deceit’s bed,” God his smile.” he sighed, “It lights up a fuckin’ room--he’s just so happy to see Thomas--everyone and lets them know. I want to let him know--”

Deceit flipped a page in his book, “Let him know what?” he said, not looking up.

“That I want--” Roman’s smile fell, “That... I’m glad we’re friends.”

“Thomas does love his friends unconditionally,” Deceit said, crossing his legs and getting comfortable in the chair, “He likes spending time with them..”

Roman nodded, relieved, sitting up.

“Hugging them, kissing them—all platonic of course, “ Deceits tone got sharper, him flipping a page each time for emphasis, “being swept off his feet, going to prom, getting married—“

“What’s your point Deceit,” Roman snapped, eyes cold, “Thomas can get all of those things—“

“With him?” Deceit pressed, “With a man?”

“No,” Roman said, “No, no, no with a nice...woman.”

“Even if it’s platonic?”

Roman deflated,” Even...even then…” he said, “It would make things...weird.”

“Naturally,” Deceit said, dry.

Roman’s face soured, “What’s your fucking deal, Deceit?” He said, “What are yo—Why do you even care—what do you even want.”

“I want,” He snapped the book closed, “What Thomas wants.” He said, voice low.

“So do I, and what Thomas wants,” he winced, “Is to date a nice girl in his class—and not draw too much attention.”

“Oh Roman,” Deceit crooned with a sneer, “I forgot-- you hate attention—absolutely despise it.”

“Do you,” His jaw ticked, “Do you ever shut up?”

Deceit licked his lips, smiling, “Maybe if you ask nicely.”

“You-you’re -ugh,” Roman threw his hands up, flopping back onto the bed with a series of strangled screams.

“Are those just for me? I must say I’m flattered— I haven’t even touched you yet—“ He easily caught the pillow flung to his face, as he strolled to the bed, "Who knew royalty was so ...sensitive.” He mumbled, loud enough for Roman to hear.

“You’re the worst,” Roman said, voice muffled by the pillow.

Deceit raised an eyebrow, “I try my best.” He settled beside Roman.

“You’re an asshole you know that? A talking asshole in a hat—“ Roman ranted as Deceit pulled him into their lap, “---doctors hate you cause here comes the asshat with his, gasp, opinions,”

“Gotta be careful with opinions--”

“--And you think that your presence alone is enough to chan--Are you even listening to me?”

“I always listen to you,”

Roman snorted, head lolling to Deceit’s shoulder, “Well that’s definitely a lie.”

“What makes you say that?” Deceit hummed.

“W-It’s, it’s an exaggeration, right? You can’t listen to me all the time. I’m Creativity, not much weight to throw around with that title...” Roman said, “Afterall Thomas is going to be an... uh-engineer. “

Deceit stilled, “Roman, surely you know that you’re not only Creativity?” he said,

“What kind of snake-oil a’you trying to sell me, Dee,” Roman rolled his eyes, “Remus is still creativity, why would I be any different?”

“Remus is the neglected trash goblin of the mindscape--” Deceit pressed his lips thin, “He’s a completely different issue---that Thomas is determined to ignore, you, however, have clearly grown from the specialized attention.” he said, hands holding Roman’s hips as his voice dropped again, “You do love the attention, don’t you?”

“Well, I--” Roman’s thoughts stuttered, “I-uh-well…”

“Don’t you?” Deceit said a bit sharper.

His cheeks felt uncomfortably warm, “It’s compl-Okay I do,” Roman shut his eyes, “I really--really like it, okay, You happy now?”

“I’m content,” he drawled, “So, with that aired out--When I lie to you, and I will lie, that feels good as well, right?”

“I wouldn’t say good…”

“But you crave it, never-the-less,” Deceit leaned back, braced on his forearms, “You actively seek me out, even when you’re not supposed to… Don’t you think that’s strange?” he said, “Where do you think that urge comes from-- Where do you think those...fantasies come from?”

“For someone who holds all the cards, you sure do ask a lot of questions,” Roman groaned, crossing his arms and avoiding Deceit’s stare.

“You still don’t know the answer yet,” Deceit shrugged, “Afterall we both know those fantasies aren’t coming from the imagination--the imagination feeds from them---and they aren’t the same thing as Remus’s intrusive thoughts.”

Roman shook his head, “It doesn’t matter if they’re not...intrusive,” Roman said, with a frown, “Thomas is...he’s really scared...He might… might hate me.”

“I know, but I can’t do anything--we can’t do anything,” Deceit sighed, “If he continues to lie to himself. He has those thoughts--he wants those things, for better or for...worse. “

“Yeah...I guess,” Roman rubbed his arms, “I’ll--I’ll try and bring it up again--maybe convince Logan to do some research...”

Deceit leaned his head back, “And I’ll do whatever it takes to protect Thomas.” he said, "To protect you Roman."

"And whys that? What do you get out of helping me--you don't exactly help the other sides this...directly, " Roman frowned, "I know what I... get out of it--what Thomas gets out of it... but you..."

Deceit's silted eye flickered, and he smiled, "I get to know Thomas' every desire, of course."

-

@daflangstlairde

[ethicc-allycomprised]

okay but hear me out:

Sanders Sides Coffeeshop AU meets Sanders Sides Band AU and we smush em together!!

Ro: co-owner/barista/asst. pastry decorator

Pat: co-owner/main pastry chef/decorator

Rem: guitarist/songwriter

Dee: bassist/songwriter

V: percussionist/keyboard/main songwriter

Lo: roadie/techy-soundboard guy

Also! d.s.b stands for dark side band (for below) vv

BASIC PLOT (?)

tw: swearing, mentions of toxic relationship, food mention, affair/cheating mentioned (I think that’s all, correct me if I’m wrong)

Pairings: no one set in stone yet y’all can help me decide

* okay here’s what I’m thinking.

* patton and roman own a popular bakery/coffeeshop in a bigish city (seattle mayhaps?)

* and the dark side band and Lo is in the area for a tour gig

* and it’s remus, roman, and patton’s hometown (d.s.b/L meet in art/music school later on)

* so remus is like: “oh lookie where we’ve found ourselves on this fine morn! :) Why, it’s my hometown! :) I have some people you guys will want to meet! :)”

* And at first the boys *tm* were like “um remus that’s a little strange I know you grew up here and all but w h a t ?”

* and he just brings them to this fucking pinterest café and it kinda clashes with the bands edgy, indie, dark academia vibe they’ve got so the boys *tm* (minus remus) are all very confused.

*while remus is bouncing on his toes, super excited for his friends to meet these people

* begrudgingly, d.s.b heads to this lil café w big windows, fairy lights, and a homey vibe

* and they see this short-ass curly haired guy behind the counter with a blue sweater, white collared undershirt wire frame glasses, and a long khakish/gray canvas apron,

* Dee, V, and Lo almost die on the spot from the gay

* he’s in the middle of making something though so he’s big focused

*hyperfixation gang ✌️

* the four (4) walk up to the register and this short-ass babey boy (still not focused on them) and goes “hi! welcome to roseworks coffee and cakes-

* (dope name thanks I know <3)

* -I’m patton how can I be-an of service to you today?”

* “hi patty-cake”

* patton immediately lights up, nearly drops the pastry he was just so carefully attending to and throws himself over the counter and into remus arms

* The gay intensifies because intruality is kind of a vibe doe??

* He is then formally introduced to the band boys, and makes about five puns in his first sentence

* Remember when the boys *tm* thought patton was hot as hell? Logan doesn’t think so anymore

* but that’s okay the babe’s entitled to his opinions

* and then a second boy comes out from around the corner and-

* oh fuck

* an even shorter tan boy with pretty green eyes and a fluffy red sweater goes to take someone’s order who had walked in

* and was being a dick for ringing the bell that was only on the counter for decoration purposes

* with a smile that made 2/4 boys *tm* (Logan and Dee if you were wondering, I know you were) immediately want to marry this absolute angel

* patton calls out to said pretty boy and he looks up, confused because why is patton in the arms of an edgy boy with a bad haircut, until it clicks that

* oh right, that’s my super famous twin brother and his super hot famous band friends shit-

* so what does he do? I’ll tell you :)

* this man speedruns the order he just took, yeets the drink at the person and runs into remus’ arms as well because we love a healthy sibling relationship

* remus is a tol boyo so his figure practically swallows patton and pretty boy

* (who later introduces himself as roman)

* it’s endearing to say the least

* anyway the boys *tm* are like “why is remus hugging a ray of sunshine and a pretty doppelgänger of himself lmao??”

* after the hug session remus turns to his band mates and he’s like

* “band buds, meet childhood best friend and my teeny tiny twin bro”

* because you can pry short roman from my cold dead hands

* and everyones out here like kiss kiss fall in love

* they also try some of roman’s coffee creations and pat’s pastries (with ro’s decorating expertise) and you thought they were in love before?

* ohohoho I hear wedding bells and a felony in the distance

* but maybe there can also be angst

* like remy is a toxic ex boyfriend of roman’s and comes in when everyone’s getting comfy cozy friendshippy with each other

* and is like “gimme my shit or else”

* roman is his shit

* and you don’t want to be on the business end of remy’s “or else” if you be catching my drift

* but (insert side here) said fuck no bitch and it’s like some hurt/comfort ~2500 words slow burn enemies to lovers-

* jkjk but we see a different side of ro and pat’s crackhead friendship and get a sweet moment with everyone letting roman know

* “hey! you’re loved! you’re good enough! he doesn’t determine your self worth! you’re hurting and you need time to heal and we’re here for you princey!”

* because there will be nicknames like princey and emo nightmare and calculator watch or else it’s not a sanders sides au

* remus and roman’s current love interest go on a little manhunt to fuck up a remy

* we go see a the boys *tm* band concert

* pat and ro get pulled up onstage,, hijinks ensue

* people get proposed to or married I don’t make the rules (except I do :D)

* there’s a party at some point I guess

*JEALOUSROMANSLOVEINTERESTJEALOUSROMANSLOVEINTERESTJEALOUSROMANSLOVEINTEREST-

* remy (or different person) gets fucked up the sequel

* another wedding

* they have to leave for their next city and everyone’s sad

* but ro and pat especially because they can’t just pick up and leave,

* and you know there’s gonna be some scary thoughts about what if they find someone else/someone better on the road :’(

* plot twist: the boys *tm* don’t find someone else on the road

* Once the tour is over the band buds absolutely s p e e d back to roman and pat

* And everyone is happy

* but we could have angst here and even though pat and ro aren’t love interests and are dating the boys *tm*

* they have an affair because they’re so damn lonely and insecure they just start having sex

* or not. I dunno if I like that or not

* and the heartbreak that happens when the boys *tm* find out (because of course they find out they always find out)

* Yeah this was supposed to be happy don’t know why that went there oh well

* But I don’t want to delete it so it’ll be a yes-no-maybe-no I changed my mind that didn’t happen but have angst :)

* So anyway once the tour is over the band buds absolutely s p e e d back to roman and pat

* and everyone’s happy, vibing, and being gay

[ofwolvesandbutterflies]

you don’t know

NCT’s Jaemin x Reader

Genre: soft angst (like is this even a genre)

guardianangel!AU

A/N: This was kinda a blurb to get my confusing feelings out so. Writing is going really slowly. Still in the process of writing the second part of headlines. Hope you understand, I really truly appreciate you all.

There was something uplifting about walking up to the front of a room and feeling his eyes on me. Something about the shift of his gaze from the random doodles on an article he was writing to me lessened the weight of everyone else’s stares and brought the steady pace of my beating heart up a notch.

Shuffling through my notes, I could nearly visualize the minuscule smile creeping up his lips as I struggled to find the first note card and reorder them. So much for practicing beforehand. Quickly glancing about the room, his deep brown eyes met mine and he flashed me a brief thumbs-up as if to cheer me on.

Recalling his positive feedback from before, I managed a small smile and inhaled deeply before setting my shoulders back, straightening my spine, and parting my lips to present my findings to the board of scientists before me.

“- due to the collective research found in both experiments conducted recently and conducted by other scientist, we strongly believe that the mountain yellow-legged frogs infected with B. dendrobatidis have a much higher probability of survival in higher temperatures as opposed to those in lower temperatures. Thank you for your time,” I finally concluded, thanking my classmates and the scientists for their presence.

A polite round of applause rose in the air as I did my best not to sprint back to my seat towards the back of the class. I took my seat just as the professor rose to dismiss the class, my heartbeat still beating erratically after my spheal.

“Thank you very much, ___ for presenting. The rest of you will go Wednesday. I will see you all then students, you are dismissed.”  

“Psst!” someone hissed from beside me. I swiveled around to see my dear friend’s wide smile. A flush rose to my cheeks and I reverted my attention to packing my notebook into my bag to try and hide the pink.

“Hey!” I spoke back giddily. “How did I do? Did I do good?”

Pushing my backpack out of the way, he wrapped his arms around me, squeezing lightly. My breath caught in my throat and my mind went blank. Though I had known him for so long, I had yet to get used to his random hugs. The beating of my heart only increased in speed when he pulled back enough to shoot me a genuine smile.

“Of course, you always do good.”

Day 10

She seems to like someone. I’ve noticed her heart beats much quicker when she’s around him. The object of her affection is a boy she’s known since fourth grade.

Other than that, she nearly fell tripping over someone’s backpack. I caught her. Someone’s frisbee almost hit her in the head, I was able to redirect it without it being too obvious.

So this is what it’s like. I’ve always wondered what it’s like being someone’s guardian angel.

Jaemin

“Yesss!” I shouted, throwing my arms up in the air in triumph. “I won! You lost! Finally!”

“Whoop dee doo, good for you.” My dear friend heaved an over exaggerated sigh, tossing his left over uno cards down into the pile carelessly. On his lips sat a relaxed smile, nonchalant and content as he watched me boast, dancing my victory dance around the coffee table.

“Calm down, ___,” he chuckled warmly, grabbing my wrist as soon as I neared him to pull me back down. “It’s just an card game.”

The light of the moon and stars combined with the illumination of my aged desk lamp to highlight all the right parts of his handsome face. The yellow-ish glimmer in his eyes from the lamp enhanced the deep coffee color of his irises. His dimples deepened the longer I danced around jovially. I danced around for a little while longer before plopping back down on the mountain of pillows I had scattered around the room and sighed.

“Okay, but you still promised me 10 dollars worth of junk food if I won at least once tonight.”

“Ahh…” His lax smile shifted into a sheepish grin once his promise was mentioned. “You remembered.”

I socked him in the shoulder, an unimpressed frown stretched across my lips. Rubbing the spot I hit him with one hand, he held the other one up in defense.

“I’m kidding, geez. Why are you so aggressive?”

“Because you promised me food and you aren’t giving me food. You of all people should know that food is my main priority in life,” I spoke matter-of-factly, crossing my arms childishly.

“You’re really something, __. You know that?”

Without warning, he reached forward and brushed a strand of hair out of my face, soft smile still present on his plush lips. His fingers trailed down my face, eyes following closely behind. He held my chin for a moment, regarding me with an unreadable expression sitting deep in his eyes. For that moment, it was as if all of nature held its breath. I knew for certain I was.

Nevertheless, as soon as I blinked, he clutched his hand back to himself as if realizing what he had done. His gaze switched away from mine as he laughed nervously.

“Uhh… Should we -uh- head out to get you some junk food?”

As astounded as I was, I shrugged away my surprise and sent him a mischievous smirk.

“Oh, absolutely.”

Day 15

Not only does she foster feelings for this boy, her feelings seem to be requited. I am always able to sense a hurried heartbeat and an increase in the blood flow to her face. Should I be concerned? Is the boy bad for her health?

As her guardian angel, I feel I should be especially aware of her physical health. His presence triggered all these unusual and quite possibly dangerous feelings in her, and he fed her extremely unhealthy sustenance.

I am not sure what to think about this boy.

Jaemin

A loud silence hung in the darkened room. I could hardly make out the outline of my hand in front of my face whilst we lay together, my head on his stomach, one of his hands absentmindedly running through my hair. The dim illumination of the glow in the dark star stickers on his ceiling offered little comfort as opposed to the warmth in the subtlety of the rise and fall of his breath.

Listening to the soft melody of our combined breathing, a secretive somewhat melancholy smile crawled across my lips. Would he ever know of my feelings? More importantly, would I ever find the courage to bring my feelings to light?

“Ooh, hey!” I spoke suddenly, pushing off his stomach as an idea for a short story I was working on came to mind.

“Oof, jeez,” he grunted, pushing himself up onto his forearms up while rubbing the tender spot on his stomach I had pushed up off of. “What’s got you all excited?”

“I just thought of something!” I hummed excitedly, drumming my fingers against his taut torso.

“Pray tell-”

“I think I just figured out how to end that one creative writing piece I’ve been working on for the past month! This would be perfect, I’d just need to wrap up that one section of dialogue, introduce the most obvious solution ever, and give the main characters a boost of confidence and everything should work out perfectly!”

I droned on, trapped in the enthusiasm that came with figuring out how to tie a plot off. Had I only been more aware while listing off all the things I was going to add on my phone, I would have notice the complete adoration in his eyes as he sat with head cocked, attention solely on me. A spellbound grin sat on his lips as he watched me spill my imagination.

Day 22

He feels just as strongly for her - if not more so - as she does for him. I think I’ve learned enough about humans in the past few days to know not to intercept with two teenagers in love.

Still though, I’m her guardian angel. Something tells me, just as it always does, that something is bound to go wrong and that __ will get hurt. I know it’s my job to make sure that doesn’t happen…

However, Jaehyun told me that some types of hurt, humans just need to experience on their own. I don’t know if I’m comfortable with that. I don’t want her to get hurt. She deserves to be happy.

Jaemin

“Urghhh…” I groaned, smacking my head down on the counter, nearly scratching my forehead against the edge of my laptop. My computer had crashed right before I could save my final draft and I was about ready to jump off my balcony. “Stupid. Freaking. Computer.”

“Hey __, is now a bad time?” Someone tapped my shoulder as a familiar, comforting voice spoke and I finally turned to look at something besides the computer screen. Dressed today in a pair of fitted joggers and a dark sweater with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows, his beautiful smile peeked out from behind a large bowl of ramen and his eyebrows were narrowed ever so slightly in concern.

“For food and a break from being frustrated? Absolutely not,” I spoke, sighing through my gritting teeth. Just the sight of my dear friend was refreshing after staring at the same damn screen for the last couple hours. He sat beside me quietly and placed the bowl down between us. Resting his chin in his hand, he reached forward to brush a stray strand of hair out of my face. A deep cerise colored my cheeks at his close proximity.

“What’s wrong?” He murmured, dark eyes fixated on the section of hair he was fixing. “And don’t bother lying.”

Without a word, my arms stretched towards him and wrapped themselves around his lithe waist. Burying my face in his sweater, I closed my eyes, breathing in his unique scent.

“I’m so tired. I’m so frustrated. I don’t want to do this anymore. My computer crashed before I got a chance to save my work. I’m actually this fucking close to throwing this goddamn computer out the window,” I mumbled into his chest. For a moment, he just held me close, stroking my hair gently.

“How about we head over to the shop tomorrow morning? I’m sure it’d be way easier to fix a slow computer than it would be to fix one that was tossed out a window on the sixth floor of a building.” He spoke quietly, jokingly as he pulled back to look at me. I nodded slowly, more amazed by the simplistic beauty of his dark eyes than I had ever been before. His widening smile jump-started the familiar swarming of butterflies in my stomach.  

“How are you so patient with me? It’s like you’re literally a perfect - well almost perfect - human being,” I asked curiously, reaching up to brush the bangs away from his face.

The arm encircling my waist tugged me ever so slightly closer to him. Out of the ordinary and perhaps in the spur of the moment, he leaned down. His lips brushed against my forehead softly. In that brief happening, my breath caught in my throat and I could’ve sworn my heart stopped. Though my lips parted to express my pleasant surprise, I found my brain could not form even the simplest coherent utterances.

He pulled away, a light pink dusting his cheeks.

“I…uhmm.. I don’t know. I suppose it may have something to do with how beautiful you are.”

Day 28

It is becoming increasingly harder to do my job correctly when often times, so much of me wants to intervene before the chance of __ getting hurt turns up. I know I’m not supposed to feel the need to intervene, especially in the case of an emotional crisis… but I still want to.

She’s not supposed to get hurt. She’s supposed to know that she’s making herself very vulnerable. She’s putting her heart in the hands of another human, another imperfect being, and I know for sure as her guardian angel that something is bound to go wrong. She’s too precious to be hurt.

Jaehyun told me that it’ll be hard to stand by in scenarios like these. He told me that we each fall a little in love with our humans, that we each get the tiniest bit attached… That watching them go through hardship will hurt us as well. But he also told me that at the end of the day, they will get old and die. That we must not get too attached, otherwise…

Nevermind.

Jaemin

“Is that for me?” I asked, pushing myself onto the counter beside pantry. I watched as he bustled around the kitchen with his hair still wet from the shower, only pausing in his cooking to roll his eyes playfully at me.

“Depends. You up for microwaved rice and refried stir fry?”

“I’m good with anything as long as I’m not the one cooking.” Resting my chin on my hand, I subconsciously stared at his bare back. There was something just so attractive about a guy who could cook. For a brief moment, the ambiance in his kitchen quieted, the only sound heard being the onions screaming in the pan.

Suddenly, he covered the pan with a lid and turned, walking towards me. It seemed, like in any cheesy romance film, that time slowed. Running his fingers through his hair, a small smile played at the edges of his lips. The top of his sweatpants sat low on his hips, revealing the planes of his muscular torso. Though I’d seen him countless times shirtless, the sight of him approaching me in that sense brought forth a jolt of excitement in my stomach.

“Hey…” he breathed lowly once he reached me, placing a hand right by my knee. The speed of my heartbeat increased tenfold while he leaned closer. His free hand reached up and I nearly stopped breathing. What was he doing? My back straightened.

However, his hand didn’t stop to cup my chin and bring me into the heart-wrenching kiss I was hoping for.

“Oi,” he grunted, rising up to his tiptoes to try and reach the seasoning salt on the shelf behind me. “Could you scoot over a little bit?”

Almost immediately, my posture slumped and all the butterflies in my stomach ceased to flutter. You tease. You fucking bully. With a sound of victory, he landed back on his toes and rattled the bottle a little bit. Irritated, I grabbed the salt out of his hands and hid it behind my back.

“Hey!”

“You want it?” I questioned, albeit a tad bit childishly. “Better guess which hand it’s in.”

“Look, __,” he sighed. “Did you want food or not?”

I shrugged and offered him a teasing smile. He messed with me and now it was time for payback.

“I dunno, did you want salt or not?”

“Oh come on!” He threw his hands up in air. “Don’t be like that.”

“Guess which hand and I’ll give it to you,” I spoke. Refusing to budge, I gave him a little half-shrug.

“You’re impossible.” Groaning in frustration, he made as if to turn around, fooling me into thinking I had won. A smile built on my lips and I opened my mouth to taunt him... But before long, he spun back around and wrapped his arms around my waist, pulling me into a searing kiss. His plush lips caressed mine, melting every coherent thought in my brain.

With his toned body pressed flush against mine, a spark of warmth ignited in my chest and spread throughout my body. My grip on the salt loosened until all my resolve gave out. The salt slipped out of my hands and still his lips remained on mine, branding them with his affection. Was the kiss not a distraction mechanism?

Trailing slowly up his sculpted arms, my fingers eventually tangled themselves in his hair and the graze of my nails against his scalp elicited the sweetest sound from his lips. After what seemed like not enough time, we pulled away, our breathing uneven and the slightest bit raggedy.

I stared at him for a while. His hands still rested on my hips, a nervous grin covering his mouth.

“You know-” he finally spoke, voice cracking nervously. “That was originally to try and get the salt from you but I’m assuming by your enthusiasm, you feel the same way for me that I feel about you.”

Smiling softly, I leaned forward to press a gentle kiss to his plush lips, an unsaid ‘yes’ silently spoken between us.

Day 34

I don’t ever recall my human life ever being quite like __’s.

No matter how hard I try, I can’t seem to recall ever experiencing love like she had. The rushing of her heart, the pretty pink of her cheeks, the way everything looks better from someone else’s eyes… I can only remember waking up here.

Jaehyun was right. Falling for your human is inevitable. However, despite once being a human, I cannot understand why she continues to love someone so flaw-filled as he. Seeing her continue on a path that will likely bring her some sort of hurt pains me and the heart I once had to a great extent.

But in the end, I suppose there’s nothing I could really have done. She’ll never know of me, never know of my feelings.. And that is why I curse myself for ever having fallen for her.

Jaemin

I walked out of my last class of the day, arm-in-arm with him, the both of our faces all smiles. The day was perfectly sunny today and a slight breeze tousled my hair. I took a deep breath as we strolled, absorbing the pleasant feeling of sunlight and the satisfaction of a day well-filled. But my contentment was short-lived. 

The feeling of someone’s heavy gaze struck me out of nowhere.

Glancing about me for the source of my uneasiness, I made eye contact with a strangely familiar teenage boy. His auburn hair burned a lusterless shade of gold under the sunlight and there was a deep sadness dwelling in his dark eyes. Though slender and fit and quite obviously the same age as me, he stood slumped as if he had just lived through a thousand lives. His pink lips sat in a faint, somewhat melancholy smile.

No matter how I looked at him, I couldn’t place where I knew him from and why he looked so familiar.

“Hey,” I mumbled, turning towards my dear, best friend. My new boyfriend turned to look a me, a smile sitting patiently on his lips.

“What’s up? Whoa,” he paused in his step, eyes narrowing at my stature. “__, are you alright? You look like you’ve seen a ghost.”

I brought a reassuring smile up to my lips and released my hold on his arm.

“I’m fine, I just…” I took a breath. How would I explain what I just saw? “Why don’t I meet you in the coffee shop in like, five minutes, I think I forgot something.”

Though I knew full well he wasn’t convinced with my story, he pressed a kiss to my forehead and bid me a brief farewell, walking off in the direction of the campus coffee shop. Still intrigued and still a bit bothered, I turned, well prepared to confront this boy and figure out just why he looked so familiar.

Nevertheless, the moment I turned around to try and find him… the boy was gone. I spun around in a complete circle, eyes searching every face around me in attempt to find the boy. It was no use. He had disappeared.

Out of nowhere, a spike of pain briefly prodded at my mind. Once the pain subsided, I was left with no memory of what I had been doing and why I was standing there. What had I been doing…? Shaking my head for a moment, the fog lifted and I suddenly remembered the coffee shop date I was now late for.

I broke out into a jog, a giddy smile on my lips, paying no heed to the voice of the wind and how it seemed to be saying ‘I love you. I’m sorry I fell for you. I wish you all the best’.

Day 1

I am guarding someone new now.

Jaemin

[erydiel-art]

(ENDED)CASTING CALL FOR: Voice Actors/Music Artists!!! Multiple Roles Available!

DEADLINE MARCH 31ST, 2018!!!

Hello everyone! I’m Erydiel, and I need your help! This is a long post, so beware!

I am currently working on my own anime called “Changing Fate.” To not give away too many spoilers, the anime is in a modern setting with fantasy-like elements, and involves romance, action, angst, etc. You can think of something like Naruto/Bleach, but closer to a Sailor Moon-type style. It’s a little weird of an explanation, but I hope that I’ve grabbed your attention! If you’re interested, read more below!

Now, here’s the deal: this project of mine is a one-man team. I make the story, the script, and do all of the artwork and putting everything together. Since I’m the only person doing this, it takes time to finish all of it. At this point, I will most likely release 1 episode at a time, OR finish all of the episodes and release them once a week. I’m still not sure what to decide yet, which is why I’m doing a casting call now.

Right now, this casting call is for both voice actors and music artists! To prepare you on what you’re getting into, Changing Fate will have:

- 15 episodes of various lengths

- 2 OVAs

- a trailer for the anime

- an anime intro/outro song

- a character reveal trailer

All episodes will be released on Youtube (and Vimeo, possibly). Now, I am a college student on a very limited budget, so I cannot pay you for your hard work. However, you will receive credit on every episode/video that’s released that you’re on, and you can absolutely add this series to your resume. (I’m sure that employers would love to see that you’ve worked on a long-term project, right? I know I would!) I WILL attempt at making a kickstarter to raise funds, so if it is at all successful I will be able to pay you then depending on the work you’ve done. Of course, this is something that will be discussed when we get closer to that time.

So, are you still interested? Wonderful! Here are the requirements in order to apply:

VOICE ACTORS:

1) Must have a good microphone, and/or be able to remove any background noise/static/etc. from the file before sending it to me.

2) Send files in either a .mp3 or .WAV file format

3) Be able to work with me in making sure that voice files are correct, and if needed re-do a line if the tone of a scene needs to change.

4) You will also need to be okay with scenes that either include or imply: torture, blood, death, pain, etc. Torture scenes will only be for 1 episode or so, but the situation is implied multiple times in the anime. DO NOT apply if you are NOT COMFORTABLE WITH THIS. I do not want to accidentally hurt you. I may not know you personally, but I always try to make sure that everyone is okay before moving forward.

MUSIC ARTISTS:

1) Be able to create several tracks (if needed) to fit various scenes in the anime.

2) If you can sing, or know someone who can sing, and be able to get them to sing the intro/outro song for you in the music file.

3) Send the files in a .mp3 or .WAV file

4) Be okay with certain scenes as stated in the Voice Actors Section above.

5) If you can do an intro/outro song but can’t create certain tracks, etc. (and vice versa) that’s OKAY. I don’t expect for only 1 person to do everything: I know different artists can create different genres of songs/tracks, so I’ll be expecting to hire more than 1 person. Just be you when applying!

6) Be okay and patient enough to be able to make any tweaks or changes to a song/track if needed. This may happen multiple times.

FOR BOTH:

1) When applying, send all applications to erydielart@gmail.com

2) The email subject heading should have either VA or MA, the character or track/song you wish to do, and what lines (for VAs only)

EXAMPLE:

Voice Actors:

VA (Accalia) Lines 1-5 Sample

or

VA (Accalia + more) Line Sample (Use this if applying for more than 1 character)

Music Artists:

MA (intro song) Sample

What I will be looking for in the emails:

Voice Actors: What character(s) you wish to apply for, plus the files that have the sample lines. EACH line (given below) MUST HAVE it’s own file, and named! For example, if you are doing Accalia’s sample lines, you would do: Accalia-Line 1 for the 1st sample, Accalia-Line 2 for the second sample, etc. Please make sure that you do this when sending emails!

Music Artists: Tell me what you wish to do: intro song, outro song, or background music. Then, I want you to include either a demo reel or examples of your work that either fit or are similar to the music that you wish to do for Changing Fate.

——–

Okay, now that all of that is done, time for the fun part! Voice Actors, this section is for you! Here are the Characters that you can apply for:

MAIN CAST:

Accalia Enelya (Ah-Kay-Lee-Ah Ee-Nel-Yah)

Gender: Female

Race: Nashoba (werewolf)

Accalia is one of THE main characters of the show. She will be one of the main focus in the anime, which also means she will have many, many lines. She is Tsundere to most people, but is heartwarming/acts normal to those that are the closest to her. She is a fierce protector who does not like Humans for the most part, but also knows that she is just a tool for their protection.

Lines:

1) “Humans…they disgust me.”

2) “Hey, get back here you scum!”

3) “It’s time to change.” (The line that’s spoken before a transformation scene occurs)

4) “I’m sorry…but I can’t. Not now, not ever.”

5) a file of a *sound of disgust* or a sound of “disapproval” (Similar to Cassandra from Dragon Age Inquisition)

Natsuki Arai (Naht-Su-Kee Ah-Rye)

Gender: Male

Race: Human

Natsuki is a soft-hearted man who is the love interest of Accalia. His voice is softer/feminine than most males, but NOT too feminine. You can clearly tell that he is a male, especially if his voice is raised in anger (which is quite rare). He is a gentleman at heart and tends to be the peacemaker in arguments.

Lines:

1) “Hello, my Lady.”

2) “I assure you that this must be wrong. Can we not resolve this another way?”

3) “Accalia, please, let me help you! You don’t have to do this alone!”

4) “All of this pain that you went through…I’m so sorry, my Love.”

5) a file or track of a *gasp* sound.

Paula Kisurugi (Paul-Ah Kiss-oo-ru-gee)

Gender: Female

Race: Human

Paula is Accalia’s best friend and closest ally. They have known each other for years, and will depend on each other if everyone else is against them. Paula is known to be a klutz, but she makes up for it with her sarcastic remarks and jokes. She will defend anyone who she is close with, although Accalia is most likely to protect her first.

Lines:

1) “Hey, get back here you jerk!”

2) “You know we gotta get them together, right?”

3) “Lia, you know you can trust me, right?”

4) *crying* “I can’t believe this…why did you have to suffer so much?!”

5) a file or clip of giggling or laughter. Be creative and feel free to send more than 1 file of this!

Cain Kazuhaya (Kayn Kah-zu-ha-yah)

Gender: Male

Race: Natissa (Vampire)

Cain is similar to Accalia in being Tsundere, but it’s not as strong. Instead, he’s almost like the classical annoying Jock that gets on everyone’s nerves. However, despite that persona he is a protector of his friends above all else, and is especially kind to Accalia because he owes her for saving his life long ago. He is also the love interest of Paula.

Lines:

1) “Yo.”

2) “Heh, hey Shortie. Did ya lose on the bet already?”

3) “Hey, back off!”

4) “They’re going to pay for this.”

5) a sound file of anger or yelling (like a battle-cry for a fight)

Damerick Bennett (Dah-Mer-Ick Ben-nett)

Gender: Male

Race: Nashoba

Damerick is known to be a Jack-of-all-Trades and makes constant jokes to make others laugh and be happy. He is an old friend of Accalia and Cain, and looks out for them often in times of need. Like Cain, he also is close with Accalia due to saving his life long ago, and wishes to pay her back for her sacrifice. If you ever feel down and need a pick-me-up, Damerick is the guy to go to.

Lines:

1) “Yo!”

2) “Dude, you gotta be kidding me!”

3) “Looks like it’s time to dance, yeah?”

4) “I don’t understand…why do we have to suffer like this?”

5) a sound file of a “WOO!!” or a yell of joy. Take your pick and be creative!

OTHER ROLES:

Sasha Anderson (Sah-sha An-der-son)

Gender: Female

Race: Human

Lines:

1) “Hey, what’s up?”

2) “…Really?”

Hampton Yamazaki (Hamp-ton Yah-Ma-Za-Kee)

Gender: Male

Race: Natissa

Lines:

1) “Huh?”

2) “…I don’t think we should be doing this…?”

DeAndre Parker (Dee-Ahn-Dre Par-ker)

Gender: Male

Race: Human

Lines:

1) “So…what do we do now?”

2) “Uh…what?”

Tran (Tr-Ann)

Gender: Female

Race: Human

*Vietnamese accent preferred, if able*

Lines:

1) “Hi.”

2) “…Thank you.”

Jordan Roan (Jor-dan Row-Ann)

Gender: Male

Race: Nashoba

Lines:

1) “Are we going to do this or not?”

2) “…Really?”

Various Female/Male Random voices/roles

*There are no lines here, just let me know if you can provide a voice for these smaller roles! They are of different ages, from children to old.

GODS/GODDESSES:

Zaman (Zah-Mahn)

Gender: Male

God of Time & Knowledge

Lines:

1) “Hello, my children.”

2) “My child, I’m afraid that it will only get worse from here.”

Xantara (Xan-Tear-Rah)

Gender: Female

Goddess of Earth

Lines: 

1) “I have failed you, my children. I…am sorry.”

2) “Do you think it was mere chance that you two are together? You two are together by fate!”

Araceli (Ah-Rah-Cel-Lee)

Gender: Female

Goddess of the Heavens

Lines:

1) “My child, do not look so down upon yourself. Your soul is too pure for such a sad look.”

2) “…I see. I have not thought of that before. You surprise me, my child.”

Asar (Ah-Sar)

Gender: Male

God of the Underworld

Aznil (Az-Nill)

Gender: Female

Race: Demon

Lines:

1) “Just give up already, Nashoba. We WILL rule over this world!“

2) “You don’t know what it is truly like to suffer. So, I will show you what it’s like myself!”

Aaaand that’s everything! Quite a long post, but it was necessary. If you all have any questions about this, please send in an ask! I will be happy to answer any questions or concerns.

Also, if you have no interest in this, please still reblog this! I need to get this reblogged everywhere so that others can see. Thank you SO MUCH if you do!!

DEADLINE IS MARCH 31ST, 2018

So please apply before it’s too late!

~Erydiel

[pinknerdpanda]

All That You Are

Inspired by/featuring the pre-chorus of Tenerife Sea by Ed Sheeran (lyrics bolded) Listen here.

Characters: Sam x Reader, mentions of Dean

Word Count: 1915ish

Warnings: A.N.G.S.T. with a side of angst. With like…a drizzle of fluff maybe. Also, drinking, depression,  allusions to sex.

A/N: This is my second fanfiction. Seriously…this wouldn’t be happening without @wheresthekillswitch who edited and beta’d it. It has been a labor of love. :) Thanks sweetness!! Also, the Gif (x) is not mine.

Feedback is so appreciated! Hope you enjoy! :)

The day had started out perfectly normal. A cup of coffee, a hot shower, a bowl of Lucky Charms, and you were ready to face the day. You hadn’t even batted an eyelash when you heard your ringtone sound, until you pulled your phone from the back pocket of your favorite jeans to check the caller ID. Sam. As those three tiny letters flash on your screen, your world comes to a screeching halt.

The memory of your brief time together comes crashing into you like a wave, threatening to pull you under. Not knowing if any portion of your feelings had been reciprocated, or if you had just been a temporary fix for a broken man has haunted you. You’d known within the first week that you would love him forever, a truth that still burns to the very depths of your soul.

The sound of the phone ringing in your hand grows distant as your mind wanders back to all the times you’ve sat alone, thumb poised, ready to tap his entry in your contacts list. It happens more than you like to admit, each time it does you chicken out at the last moment and spend days cursing yourself for your cowardice.

Other days, you stare at the blank screen, willing it to ring, desperately yearning to see his number on the display. Those days are your hardest, the void in your chest threatens to envelop your entire existence with each passing second of silence, usually they end in a deluge of tears, rum and self-loathing.

Before you knew it, the days of silence had stretched into weeks; the weeks into months; the months into years…until today. You have your reasons for the silence, and you know Sam has his own. Why now?

The sudden absence of sound brings you out of your thoughts. It must have gone to voicemail. Shit.

Before you can contemplate your next move, your phone starts ringing again.

It takes three gulped mouthfuls of air before you’re able to answer his call “Sam?” You silently scold yourself for how pathetic your voice sounds in your own ears.

There’s a brief hesitation before the rich timbre of his voice fills the receiver. “I…I wasn’t even sure you would answer…” Sam trails off and the silence quickly becomes deafening.

“How…” you both begin at the same time. An uncomfortable chuckle escapes your throat.

“You first,” you offer, hoping to gain some extra time to steel your nerves.

His hesitation is palpable. “How are you?”

“I’m fine.” you lie.

“Me too.” His tone tells you he’s lying just as much as you are.  

“Y/n,” Sam breathes, his voice barely above a whisper. “I need to see you. Today.”

Your brow furrows in confusion as your thoughts flip between anger and bitterness before settling firmly on anger, your cheeks fill with heat and you snap. “Are you serious? You are un-fucking-believable, Sam Winchester.” Your tone is harsh, but you’re past caring. “It’s been two years, Sam. Two. Years. And now what? You think you can pull my chain and I will come running?” Up until now you’d been too furious to cry, but now when you hear the choked breath on the other end of the line, you aren’t able to push the tears back.

“I know.” His voice is thick with raw emotion. “I have no right, I know that. But please,” he hesitates. “I wouldn’t ask if I had any other choice.”

“What?” You shake yourself, trying to wrap your brain around his sudden desperation. “What are you talking about?”

“I’m sorry.” Sam takes a deep breath. “I am so sorry. I can’t explain right now, but I will. I promise. Please, y/n, it has to be today.”

———–

It’s 1:00. That’s what he’d said - 1:00. Sharp. And yet he’s nowhere to be found. You can’t recall him ever being late. Instantly your thoughts are plagued with a multitude of catastrophes that might be responsible for holding him up. You pinch the bridge of your nose and clamp your eyes shut, in an attempt to physically push away the onslaught of anxiety.  Come on Sam.

Closing your eyes only makes you picture his face. He was fucking gorgeous, but you’d been drawn to more than his looks that first night. He had been a shell of a man; his brother had just died and he was a wreck. Your desire to relieve his pain mixed with the alcohol you’d consumed made the answer to his question a no-brainer - of course you wanted to go home with him.

It had been a passionate dalliance. Not only was Sam incredibly kind and loving and intelligent. He was somewhat mysterious, but you never pushed him. Never pressured him into sharing the secrets you knew he was holding back.

But then, just two months later, just as abruptly as Sam Winchester had walked into your life, he’d walked right back out. A hastily scrawled note and an empty dresser had been the closest thing to closure you’d had in two years.

You tap your right leg impatiently as you scan the cramped diner for the thousandth time, but come up empty again. Nervously, you check your phone. No missed calls, no texts. 1:08.

You drum your fingers against the table in time with the racing of her heart. Why did I even agree to meet him at all? Your mind whirls in a myriad of thoughts, none of which are helping to ease the lump in the pit of your gut. Fuck it.

Your hands fly to your phone, fingers fumbling to pull up his number just as the bell over the front door chimes. You snap your head toward the noise and freeze. Sam. His hulking frame overwhelms the small entryway, his eyes quickly scan the room before meeting yours. His hair is longer and his neck is thicker, more muscular. Otherwise he looks exactly the same to you, down to the plaid button-up, jeans and boots.

Sam’s long strides close the distance between you before you’ve fully risen to your feet. Without hesitation, Sam’s massive arms wrap stiffly around you, engulfing you in his embrace. Tentatively, your arms encircle his waist and relief washes over you. You feel the tension in his body slowly melt away.

You want to pull back and look up into his face, hoping to find the answers to two years worth of questions somewhere in those brilliant hazel eyes. Instead, you just stand there, hanging onto him as if you’re a drowning woman and he’s your lifeboat. After what feels like an eternity, you start to release your grip only to realize that he’s holding on just as desperately.

This man had broken - no, decimated your heart. You’d practiced everything you wanted to say to him in the hours following his call this morning. However, every tortuous word you’d scripted falls from your memory when you feel the silent shudder that courses through his body. You feel people staring, but you don’t care.

Sam takes a ragged deep breath before he lets go. He smiles sadly as he rubs the palm of one hand over his tear-streaked cheeks. You both sit and you stare at him, speechless. He meets your gaze and you see a weight you’d never noticed before. You examine him carefully and realize that this is nowhere near the same man you’ve mourned the last two years.

The man in front of you now wears a different kind of pain. There’s a sag in his shoulders and his eyes hold a determined resignation that you can’t quite place. Whatever this is about, you have a feeling it’s not going to be pretty.

“Sorry I was late,” he says, finally breaking the silence.

“I started to worry,” you say hollowly. “I got here 10 minutes early expecting you’d be here already. I’m glad you’re ok.”  He nearly smiles at that.

“Y/n…look…there aren’t words to express how wrong I was.” His sudden candor makes you blink. “I just need you to know that I have loved you more deeply these last two years than I can even comprehend.” He pauses, and you open your mouth to speak, but finding no response there, quickly shut it. “I could sit here and give you the lists of things I wanted - needed to do since the day I left, and every truly valid excuse for having not done them, but that wouldn’t change anything. It wouldn’t even begin to ease the agony I have caused you, and for that, I could not be more ashamed.”  

“Sam, I…” He holds up his hand, and you fall silent.

“I am so sorry. I don’t mean to be rude. Please let me get through this…I don’t have much time.” He checks his watch and grimaces before continuing. “There are so many things about me that you don’t know. And in a way I am grateful for that. But I need you to know that when I was at my lowest, you picked me up and put me back together,” he pauses lost in thought while tears burn at the backs of your eyes. You listen in disbelief as he angrily shakes his head and continues. “And how did I repay you? By fucking up your life…twice. The first time by leaving and the second time now by coming back.” He sighs. “I was trying to protect you. I stayed away to keep you safe. I will never forgive myself, but I know I did the right thing. You’re safe and after tomorrow, I can guarantee you won’t have anything to fear again.”

“What the fuck are are even saying? Keep me safe? What is happening tomorrow? Why are you telling me thi…” Your words are cut off by the firm press of his lips against your own. Your tongues dance hungrily over each other, as all the unspoken words, feelings and pain of the last two years seem to vanish. He pulls back breathless, his large hands still gently hold the sides of your head, your lips just a fraction of space apart.

“Y/n.” He breathes your name, and it’s a whisper against your lips. “If this should be the last thing I see, I want you to know it’s enough for me. All that you are is all that I’ll ever need.” Sam’s hazel eyes drill into your own with absolute sincerity.

“Sam,” a deep but gentle voice startles you both. You look up to see a tall man, his emerald eyes are filled with regret. “I’m sorry, we need to go. Detroit is still two hours away.” Sam nods slowly.

“Ok, Dean. I’ll be right out.” Sam exhales. As you watch the man exit the diner and climb into the driver’s side of a shiny black Impala, a troubling thought fills your head.

“Wait…your brother, Dean?”

Unexpectedly, Sam’s lips are on yours again, his mouth a hard press of urgency and need. His hands fist in the back of your hair as his tongue grazes your bottom lip before sucking it into his mouth, drawing a moan from deep within you. He breaks the kiss and stands. “I love you, y/n. Thank you.”

Without another word, he walks out the door, climbing into the passenger’s side seat of the Impala. Gravel dances through the air as they back out of the parking lot and they head toward Detroit.

You’ve just heard the exact words from him that you’ve been longing for, but never expected to hear. Yet here you sit alone, watching the taillights fade into the distance. He loves me?

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Syrians tend to have large families. Not so much today as in the past, but to give you a brief idea, I had eight aunts and uncles on BOTH my mom and dad’s side. As a result, I have a total of 35 first cousins! In my immediate family, there’s my oldest sister, Sana, then my brother, Yousef (whom we call Zouzou – like zoo-zoe (rhymes with “toe”)), then my sister Julia, and finally, my twin sister, Noel, and myself. (Are you still reading?)  I also have 13 nieces and nephews and 19 great-nieces and great-nephews. Just saying.

    Sana

Zouzou

Julia

Noel

My older siblings were born and raised in Syria. My twin and I were born in Allentown, Pennsylvania. My oldest sister, Sana, came here when I was young. Zouzou and Julia stayed in Syria by choice. Up until the war, they had very good lives and were happy to be there. Even during the war, even though things were difficult, they decided to stay. Now that the war is all but over, they have both told me they don’t intend to leave Syria ever.

    Sitting around…

Eating and having fun!

My brother has four children. Shadi (the “a” is like “android” – “shad-dee”) is the oldest. His wife, Rihab, is from Habnimra, a larger town about 15 minutes away. Their children are Yousef (Zouzou – named after his grandfather), Jouri (like “bonjour” – “jouree”), and Laith (pronounced “Lais – rhymes with “face”). Don’t ask.

    Shadi with a shish-ka-bob

Isn’t she beautiful!

At a wedding, looking elegant.

Shadi owns a mini-mart, which surprisingly, has EVERYTHING, literally anything you could possibly want. I think it’s magic. He also chauffeurs people around in his recently acquired Peugeot. Shadi is a hard worker and loves his family. In that way, he takes after his dad. Rihab is a blast! SOOOOO funny!!! She totally cracks me up, although, seriously, I can’t even print some of our funny conversations. Just trust me. I was having serious hair angst before a baptism reception, and she gave me an expert blowout. Also, I always ask her for advice when I’m in Syria.

A Peugeot in Homs. NOT Shadi’s Peugeot, which is far nicer!

Their son, Zouzou, spent the summer working part-time in his dad’s store. He rides around the village on a motorbike (like everyone else).  He’s very smart and is looking to study engineering at university. He’s a senior in high school this year. Jouri is sweet and smart. She writes fables for fun! I wish I had copied the story she read to me so I could tell it to you. I’ll ask her to screenshot it and send it to me. Laith is a blast!

Laith. Super smart, super sweet.

He’s super smart and nine years old. He’s a real ham and loves to ride around in his new bike.

Jouri and her selfie-stick.

Shereen is next. She lives in Hab Nimra. She married Rihab’s brother, Wassim. Wassim is great! He’s one of my favorite people ever! He’s a tile setter and a builder. I’m gonna do a whole entire post on Wassim and his work because it’s so awesome. I told him he should move here, he’d be a millionaire his work is so good! Shereen and I talk and talk and talk. Even when I’m here in the States, we’ll be on video chat for an hour at a time.

    Ready to ride home.

Shereen looking lovely.

Wassim and his youngest son, Jado.

Their kids are Gibran (named after the famous Lebanese poet, Khalil Gibran), Jilanar (which is the what they call the pomegranate blossoms), and Jawad, whose nickname is Jado. Gibran is 11, Jilanar (Nara) is 8, and Jado is 4.

    Nara and Gibran.

Jado!

Gibran’s birthday party.

We like to go on hikes together. And walkabouts in general. In Syria, people ask each other if they’d like to go “a mishwar,” which means go for a walk.

Living on the edge.

Going for a walk together is definitely a popular activity. Shereen’s kids and Laith took me to the “Ain” (sort of rhymes with “fine”) in my village. This is a natural spring that’s been protected. We climbed the rocks. Even Jado!

Chillin’ on the ledge.

He’s a tough guy! We watched the frogs, and looked at all the plants, and closed our eyes and stood together in silence for an entire minute, listening to the sound of the wind in the trees and the bird calls. It was a magic moment!

    Gibran – king of the hill.

The “ain”.

Beautiful Amar.

Relaxing after work.

Danny and Muhanned are my brother’s youngest kids and they are twins! Muhanned got married last year and he and his wife, Sara, have a new baby daughter, Massa (which means “diamond”). She is the cutest. Here, see for yourself. I’m so happy for Muhanned. He’s very happy and his wife is lovely and smart and a great cook and mother. And Massa is, well, you see. She’s a treasure.

    Have you ever?

Seen such a cute?

Little darling?

Danny is still single! Waiting for the perfect girl. He can sing “Bye, Bye Blackbird” all the way through. I taught it to him in 2010 and he still remembers it. He’s learned a lot of English since then and he practiced with me during my trip. He makes me laugh but he’s also really smart. He sings in church and has a beautiful voice. He has a lot of friends – everyone loves Danny. He and his friends often stay up until 4 or 5 a.m. talking and laughing, drinking yerba mate and smoking the argheli.

    Hanging with friends.

Jouri and Dany.

My brother is retired now. He still works every day. He’s super smart (I know I keep saying that, but my family is smart!). He is a family man. Absolutely the definition of family man. He has dedicated his life to his family and loves them and they all love him. His wife, Nadia is an amazing cook! She takes care of me like a mom when I stay with them. She did my laundry, cooked my favorite foods, and when I didn’t feel well, made me special foods and made sure I was comfy. I call her “Nadooshy” as a nickname, and also, Mama Nadia. We also talk and talk and talk when we’re together. She’s very clever and knows how to do all sorts of things really well. Oh and also, she alters all her clothes to fit perfectly and look stylish.

    How does this work?

Sitting around…

I love his smile!

Whew! Well, that’s my brother’s family. I’m at over 1,000 words and I haven’t told you about my sister’s family yet. So, I’ll tell you all about Julia and her family in my next post. If you have any questions about what you’re reading, just let me know. There’s a place at the bottom of the page for comments and questions. You don’t have to register to leave a message. Minshoofkoom ba’adaan! (See you later!)

Syria Today – Part II My Family (well, half of it) Syrians tend to have large families. Not so much today as in the past, but to give you a brief idea, I had eight aunts and uncles on BOTH my mom and dad’s side.