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dre6ming · 1 year
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The delicate beginning rush
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Masterlist <series chapters 1 -> 7>
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Pairing: Austin Butler x singer/actress fem reader
!!!everything fake!!!
Thanks to @oh-austin for starting my love for instagram stories
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y/n4real.2002 #tbt to re-recording Red, as you can see that day we were working on the 10 minute version of ATW. Love you Taylor, thank you for bringing me on this journey with you! 💜💜💜 #redtaylorsversion #atw10minute
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taylorswift: once upon a time, the planets and the fates and all the stars aligned.
↳y/n4real: taylorswift a chain reaction of counter moves
↳fan282: are these lyrics?!!??
↳tsfan271: you guys are for real toying with us and it's not fair
jackantonoff: ...
↳tay-fan: what is that supposed to mean Jack? What the hell ?!?!!
↳fansoftaylor: my brain can't handle this, y'all are savages.
↳fan.23: tell me 😩 they love playing with us.
ab__fan: anyone else notice he liked this post too? Homeboy hasn't missed a post since following her after the met gala
↳aus-b-fan: they are not sneaky at all ugh 😩
↳kaia-fan2: starting a war, this is so sad to see.
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y/n4real.2002: here we are, I guess, husband 💟 #heavenisyou out Friday #presavenow
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joshuabassett: wife💟
↳y/n4real.2002: joshuabassett 🤣🤣
↳fan24: this is so sweet 🥺🥺
↳joshua-fan3: my heart 💜😭
tchalamet: had a minor freak out, that you got married without me 😭 I hate you y/n4real.2002
↳y/n4real.2002: tchalamet liar you know you love me
↳fan29: this is once again why I love them so much
fan1: um guys I got scared for a second there. they look so pretty together. Was this twilight inspired?🤔
↳y/n4real.2002: fan1 bet your ass it was
↳fans282: a true twihard queen
↳2fan4: omg this is so unhinged
roxanne.02_b1tch: what? How did I not know about this
↳tchalamet: roxanne.02_b1tch guess we don't mean that much to her after all
↳y/n4real.2002: tchalamet roxanne.02_b1tch oh shut up you drama queens. I love you💜💜💜
austi_fan: notice how Austin didn't like this one?👀
↳fan-ab-ep: omg I was just about to say that, our boy must be jealous
↳aus.b.fan: um 😐 this is kinda sus...
↳ab34fan: yeah especially since he’s liked all her posts since following her, even went as far as to like some of her old posts
↳fansof-elvis: 👀👀
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joshuabassett: and then we went to prom and graduation and some other places. Music video and song out Friday. #heavenisyou #presavenow
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y/n4real.2002: my prom date 😊💟
↳joshuabassett: y/n4real.2002 💟 that green dress 🥵
↳fan4joshua: my man, be thirsting for her 😩
↳fan49: I agree here Joshua, that dress, too hot
fan2: green green dress?? You really loved tick tick boom that much??
↳y/n4real.2002: fan2 haha Andrew Grafield has my heart and that song is fire. Watch out in the mv for many more Easter eggs like this
↳fan1: girl Taylor really raised you well💜
tchalamet: proud of you getting a graduation and a prom <3
↳y/n4real.2002: tchalamet omg you have no idea how excited I was.
roxanne.02_b1tch: gurl you look so hot 🥵
↳y/n4real.2002: roxanne.02_b1tch haha thanks bae 💜
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gossip.celebs: Austin Butler and girlfriend, Kaia Gerber, out in LA this afternoon. #gossip #austinbutler #kaiagerber
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ab-fan: they look so cute ☺️
↳kaiafan4: I agree, but he still looks kinda cold towards her and she looks also sad😔
↳fans4kaia: yeah I get the same vibe
austin29fan: my boy be thinking about the girl he left in NY iykyk
↳ab.fan: 😭😭 nooo !!! this comment !!!
↳fan26: I mean our girl (y/n) is kinda unforgettable.
↳fan.love: and 19 !!! Can we stop??
austin.e.p.fan: that jaw clench, I'm floored
↳hoe4butler: I know !! my goodness
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y/n4real.2002 forever grateful for this moment. Thank you to the theacademy , my team, the whole cast of reconstructing.amelia. And thank you tchalamet for being there for me and helping me through everything. #orcars #greatful #reconstructingamelia
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tchalamet: the most deserving
↳y/n4real.2002: tchalamet love you always 💜
taylorswift: truly speechless, I'm so proud of you
↳y/n4real.2002: taylorswift my heart 💜
billieelish: I mean who else were they going to give it to??
↳y/n4real.2002: billieeilish stop it, I'm blushing 😊
↳billie-fan: Queen Billie out here with the facts
austinbutler: truly well deserved, an amazing performance from an amazing person, rewarded in the best way. Congrats!!
↳y/n4real.2002: austinbutler thank you so so much. Ur turn next year💜
↳fan.23: I'm living for this, he's so sweet
↳bazluhermann: y/n4real.2002 congrats on this well deserved achievement
↳y/n4real.2002: bazluhermann this means more than any award, thank you 😭💜😭
↳elvismovie: talented ✨✨
austin2fan: guys when did this comment section become the place for the Elvis cast and crew to fangirl for her😩😩😩
↳kaia.g.fan: they be trying to wash Austin's hands
↳fan26: no, she just deserves all the love and respect and the Elvis people know it.
fan193: notice how she didn't thank her parents?
↳fan4she: damn yeah she didn't 🥶
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enews: last night y/n4real.2002 took home the Oscar, for best lead actress in a role, making her the youngest woman to do so. Head over to our link in bio to see all the winners and more pictures from the after party. #oscars #winners #afterparty
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fan23: omg her and Timmy look so cute, he's the best big bro
↳tc-fan: I expected no less of him
fan1: that dress is stunning !! also love how goofy they are
↳fanslove: yesss that dress, 🥵 so hot
hater4: talk about what a shame the Oscars have become, she didn’t deserve it
↳fan292: talk your talk, she took the award home, you're just petty
fan34: she won with the after party dress, I didn't really vibe with the ceremony one
↳fan2: yeah, she definitely chose better for the after party
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andrews-lovr · 2 years
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can I request an andrew / actress reader who stars in a movie together and fall in love. Like maybe a friends to lovers thing. When both asked to do a kiss scene that became hot and bothered. They reveal feelings for each other afterwards:)
Warnings: unedited! this is set after the filming of tick tick boom. Swearing, kissing, fluff, that's it!
Note: im really happy with this one, sorry it took so long beautiful!! thank you for the request!!
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You never expected in your whole life that acting would actually take you somewhere.
You were told by everyone that it was a pointless dead end for you, a child's dream. but boy were they wrong.
After winning your first golden globe and oscar it seemed your name was everywhere, you weren't able to leave your house without someone taking your photo.
But alongside this fame you were able to get many calls for new roles that you were excited to be a part of.
One specifically you were ecstatic about was an upcoming romantic comedy you would be starring in.
It was a good choice for yourself in a next movie as your last role was quite emotionally draining.
You only heard that you got the part yesterday and would be going to meet your cast mates and crew in a few weeks.
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"Melony im plenty fine with my schedule at the moment, just because you're my agent doesn't mean you always need to stress. I have the meeting tomorrow morning for the film then will start filming the next day, and don't worry I've learnt my lines." You say out of breathe as you make your way for your small apartment the movie produces had given you.
"I know darling, just i dont want an occurrence of last winters disaster where you didn't show up for that meeting and they dropped you. But i know you won't let it happen again." She chastised through the speaker.
"It won't I promise and I mean it doesn't matter. Skipping that meeting gave me the opportunity to film the biggest movie of 2022!" You spoke taking your elevator to your apartment door.
"Anyway I gotta go, I have a few errands to run and to get some stuff into my apartment."
"Dont worry dear I'll call you in a few weeks, have fun filming!" She hummed through the phone.
"Sure will, bye." You let out a heavy sigh knowing this was going to be a full on few weeks.
You already felt home sick, you missed your dog, your family and your own cute house by the beach.
The elevator came to a stop, walking to your room: number 14. You knew that only people youre working with would be in this building along with you, so you felt quite safe from paparazzi.
You fiddled with your keys attempting to open your door when you heard the room across from yours door close.
You turned around to be met by... Andrew garfield? You were filming with the Andrew garfield? The two time oscar nominated, golden globe winner Andrew garfield?
The one your had a celebrity crush on since you watched him and Emma stone in his spiderman movies.
This was going to be an interesting mix.
"Hi, im andrew im going to be working on star crossed lovers with you." He uttered putting his hand out for you to take.
"Oh I know! I mean I know who you are! Im like your number one fan... honestly your work is incredible. Im so lucky to be working with you." You rambled seizing his hand in yours, not wanting to let go.
18 year old you would be jumping out of her skin right now, I mean even 30 year old you is.
"Haha im flattered. Its not everyday you get to work with a brilliant actress. Your last movie was absolutely phenomenal, and you did such a wonderful job." His voice was like honey, you couldn't help but melt under his praise. The andrew garfield just complimented your acting skills and movie?
"Well im really excited to be working with you. Im guessing you got the main role?" You asked attempting to hide the pink hue that covered your cheeks.
"Yeah I guess you're going to be the love interest." He spoke and you swear you saw a pink shade across his cheeks.
"The one and only." You laughed looking up into his brown doe eyes.
"Well I better get going, I need to run a few errands. It was lovely to meet you." He said lightly.
"Trust me it was an absolute delight to finally meet you." You spoke watching as he slowly made his way down the hall.
"See you tomorrow" he waved taking the stairs.
A massive sigh left your lungs, your legs barley taking your weight under your body. He was more dreamy in person and just as kind as you thought he would be.
You opened the big white door to the new home you would be living in for the next few months. A long next few months.
-
Now that you knew who you would be filming alongside these next few weeks you were so excited.
You couldn't help but hum to yourself as you made your breakfast that morning.
You made extra careful attention to your outfits and makeup when leaving for the set, not wanting to look as though you had only slept 2 hours that night. Which you had, the bags under your eyes making an obvious statement.
You hummed deciding to stroll to the studio this morning. The sun was warming your body in the most perfect way and the breeze even blowed eloquently, wisping at your face.
"hey! Wait up."
Your turned around seeing the gorgeous man, not a hair out of place as he jogged towards you attempting to keep the coffees from spilling.
It was quite amusing the sight of andrew carefully balancing the scolding hot caffeine as he tried to make up the distant, you couldn't help but chuckle to yourself.
"Whats so funny?" He asked handing you an almond milk latte with caramel, coincidentally the order you always got.
"Just watching you nearly falling over from the amount of drinks you have stacked up there" you smiled at the memory.
"Well, I traditionally always buy coffees for everyone on the first day of set. If I dont something bad always seems to happen whilst filming."
"Great start then, this is my go to coffee. Do you need me to take some of those?"
"Yes please, only known you 24 hours and you're already a life saver." He smiled handing you a tray of caffeine.
"You excited to start filming?" He asked taking a sip of his coffee.
"I am, im really excited to begin working with you. I've honestly dreamed of working with you since I watch your spiderman movies, you seem to have such natural chemistry with everyone you worked with and I can't help but- im rambling. Im sorry, I always get ahead of myself." you quietened taking a big gulp of your drink to avoid talking.
"No, no. Dont be sorry, im quite flattered. I watched your film and I must say you seem to have great connections with the people you act alongside with."
"Oh, um thanks. Im sure its going to be very easy working with you." I'm sure the whole world could see how red your face, with the amount of praise this man was giving you.
You both walked the streets side by side not caring if anyone took any photos of the two of you together, you were as happy as could be in this moment.
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The first week of filming seemed to go by so fast. It was so easy to work alongside andrew, it felt so natural and not at all forced.
You were right his chemistry with everyone in the cast was incredible. You didn't feel at all uncomfortable with him, today you would have to film your fight scene which you knew was going to be emotionally hard day.
"FOLLOWING YOUR DREAMS DOESN'T MEAN YOU HAVE TO LEAVE ME BEHIND!!" you screamed at andrew tears pouring down your face.
"BUT YOU ALREADY HAVE A LIFE HERE... WITH YOUR FIANCE! Give me one good reason to stay here with you, watching you waste your life away with a man who doesn't love you nearly half as much as I do?" He sounded so genuine that it hit something deep within your past, you started feeling real emotion.
"you... you love me? WHY, WHY? Why are you telling me this now, Im meant to get married to him in a few weeks? You couldn't have told me sooner?"
"Was it not obvious enough?? I tell you how beautiful you are every. Single. Day. I hold you when you need me most, I share your joy with you when you're happiest. I talk about OUR future, when are you going to wake up and realise i was here all along? When are you going to realise i love you and I've loved you every single day of my life since that moment I first laid eyes on you?" It felt like the cameras weren't even there anymore, andrews eyes boring into your soul.
"CUT-" one of the people shouted standing behind the cameras.
Andrew took no time in racing towards you, driving you towards his chest. He embraced you with the most warming hug of your life.
"Hey. Im sorry, those scenes are so emotionally draining. You did so so incredibly dovey, i hope I didn't scare you." Andrew whispered rubbing at the hair on your head. (He'd gotten accustomed to calling by that name after a dove had followed you around all set because you didn't realise there were bread crumbs in your back pocket.)
"No. Dont be sorry, I am tougher than I look. You were absolutely brilliant, was so genuine. Your such an amazing actor." His smile said everything you didn't need to hear, big toothy grin from ear to ear.
"God you're so pretty. I- I mean a pretty amazing actor yourself." He nuzzled his face into your neck to hide the embarrassment he was feeling.
"I think we got the shot you two, next scene is your making up and kissing scene. Absolutely brilliant work everyone, just a few more hours to go!" The director praised.
"You ready?"
To kiss you, I've never been more ready in my life. (You want to say out loud)
"As ready as I'll ever be"
"3, 2, 1 and...ACTION!"
"I, I love you too" you whispered under your breathe.
"But why, oh why couldn't have you told me when we were 19 and young and stupid." You said taking two steps toward andrew as instructed.
"Because we were young, dumb and stupid. That stupid 19 year old only knew for certain that he wanted to spend the rest of his life with you. So he waited till he was prepared with a stable job and a lot more experience, to give the most deserving girl, the most deserving life she could imagine." Andrews breath warm on your face, you could smell the salty sea, the sweet cinnamon and something that was comfortably him.
"Now that 19 year old is a 35 year old man, prepared to give her all his love and his life, to grow old by her side and discover what it feels like to continue to fall in love with you every, single, day. Love is a word that doesn't even fit what kind of feeling that I have, this feeling where my heart is bursting through my chest and the ache is so much I just can't take it anymore. Can, can I kiss you?" His head fell softly on yours, every word felt so genuine and directed toward you.
"Please, please, please." You chanted like a mantra.
His lips slowly grazed yours, they were soft and felt so perfect against your own.
You had kissing scenes with other actors before, but nothing felt so real and perfect than this kiss.
He took the lead continuing to mold your lips together, tilting your face towards his, hands resting upon your cheeks.
It felt like all the unspoken adoration between you to was in this kiss. Folding your hands between the soft locks the graciously fell at the back of his head.
The kiss was so sweet and soft, his lips tasted of the watermelon gum he had been chewing earlier.
You almost forgot you were being filmed till you heard a loud *CUT* both of you pulling back immediately a bit embarrassed.
You could see the obvious flush that splayed across andrews features, he looked even more angelic with his lips a bit puffy and red, his eyes sparkling with love.
Im sure you looked the same from his point of view.
"Well, that's a wrap. I'll see you guys next week."
"Thanks Tim!" You thanked your director and made your way for your changeroom, to scared to face andrew again.
"Holy shit... HOLY FUCKING SHIT?!?!?" you screamed to your reflection.
"I really just did that? Somebody pinch me?"
"Oh dovey, I would pinch you to make sure you weren't dreaming, but I could never hurt you." Andrew stood in the doorway a grin plastered his adoring face.
"Please don't tell me you've been standing there this whole time?" You sat down on your chair in shame.
"Okay. I won't tell you that then." He made his way over to you carefully.
"So..."
"So"
"Well I don't know about you, but I think im extremely embarrassed, not only because of what you just heard, but because we just made our so hard infront of... everyone."
"You're cute when you're flustered dovey." Andrew smirked. Holding your face in his hands.
"How bout I take you out on a date?"
"Wha- what? Andrew actually pinch me, I think I am dreaming." You squealed.
"So is that a nooo?"
"ITS A YES!! its defintly a yes!!"
"You know you're my celebrity crush ever since I saw you in your cheesy disney channel show" he laughed holding you close.
"Oh no. I told them to burn that movies years ago." You joined in the laughter.
"But, nathaniel. Hes not just a boy, he's a man. A, a real man with amazing beach sand hair." Andrew mocked, reminding you of the horrid script.
"Dont even go their spider boy." You smirked.
"Oh, well this spider boy has some spider tricks up his sleeve." He chuckled, tasting your lips once again.
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bluewinnerangel · 2 years
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DEMYYLWKDKDN how do you feel at the fact that louis added pretender by foo fighters to the tour playlist when u had it first in the songs he should rec playlist!???? i remember listening to it on your playlist and saving it a while ago and now😭
Okay you've just enabled me to go the fuck off about my own playlists.
I had to dig to find what you meant because my spotify library is getting a little insane but yesyesyse I thought you meant the songs louis hasn't recommended yet playlist (post), but The Pretender is in the teardrop and sabotage playlist (post), my lil larrie rage playlist I turn to when shits happening that makes my blood boil.
Ok but for the going the fuck off bit: HE'S RECCED SO MANY OF THIS STUFF SINCE. I love channeling Louis oh my god I'm so excited about this you have no idea (well you probably have a good idea because I keep yellin asdsf). So I was like ok I want a playlist in the likes of Louis' 28 songs and make something I think he'd make, right? So I made this just before his tour started:
And by now of those 28 songs he's recced:
Talking Heads - Road To Nowhere (Change Over playlist)
The Smiths - There Is a Light That Never Goes Out (Change Over playlist)
Pixies - Where Is My Mind (AFH one of three preshow songs / new Tour Bus Playlist)
The Killers - When You Were Young (new Tour Bus Playlist)
Notable mentions:
I also had put in Pulp - Common People in there? HAHA
Sidetrack: Also the DJ at AFH played Common People after Louis' set, which I'm choosing to take as a teaser from Louis himself there. Just throw that out where everyone can hear but nobody knows they should be listening. Perfect. Anyway so post-show it was like: We Are The Champions, followed by the DJ playing I Kissed A Girl x What You Know mashup and then Common People. SIDETRACK: As for that [the DJ playing music], I made a playlist of all songs I picked up in between bands here, which looks like they did get a playlist from louis but also put their own stuff in there, like there's loads coming from his Tour Bus Playlist but also a lot of Spanish songs were played I did not add to the playlist because I didn't know them them. So yeah a mix.
A lot of songs I picked because I know it's artists he listens to, so it's kinda cheating (like it starts off with The Snuts - Glasgow; he basically did rec that one but I mean I just want that song specifically yk), but then The Hives - Tick Tick Boom I plucked out of my own ass and now he's got Hate To Say I Told You So on his tour bus playlist and is playing it pre-show the last 2 shows and I'm just asjkljkslakj yes yes.
Then I had put in Radiohead twice (Lotus Flower, Karma Police), not based on much other than I think it's good and I think he'd think it's good, but all the public rec he had out there so far was just Creep which like doesn't really mean he likes Radiohead... I mean anyone would put Creep in their playlist without specifically listening to Radiohead beyond that, but since he's added Exit Music (For A Film) which has been on my H+L playlist for even longer because of REASONS ok, and Just. So that's some thumbs up there. Similar things with RHCP, Nirvana, Rage Against The Machine, and The Killers but then again. who doesn't. who wouldn't. us early 90s babies we do this shit to our playlists lol next.
Also the Van Morrison - Crazy Love is a funny one, because I put it on there as there's something about Golden that reminds me of Moondance (the album), so I got this other 28369th playlist somewhere I put "influences" besides songs and there's Golden paired with Crazy Love and Moondance, and that was kinda the thought process behind adding it to this rec list? Because I think this is something he tends to do: add songs that are influences behind 1d songs, his own, but also harry's. Because I mean the influences are songs they love and play it makes sense right right. We're just going in circles there. But point is not Crazy Love but Moondance appeared on the Change Over playlist, coolcoolcool.
And then for the Teardrop and sabotage playlist (again find it here and read the description of it before listening lol), which is a lil less BALRARHAHRGH response because it's got a bunch more like 64 songs on there and it wasn't meant like oh im only gonna pick songs he has never shown to like or anything, it's more like a sweet spot between a few songs they've shown to like in some way that fit the theme, some songs they haven't yet but totally would, and a few that I just like (like I'm not expecting a Slipknot rec out there anytime soon although it would be welcomed; I'm very hyped about the Rage Against The Machine and harder Nirvana ones), anyway here are the songs he's put on the Tour Bus Playlist the other day that were also on my larrie anger playlist:
Nirvana - In Bloom
The Vines - Get Free
Foo Fighters - The Pretender
Queens of the Stone Age - No One Knows
Inhaler - It Won't Always Be Like This
Green Day - American Idiot (Change Over)
(there's a bunch more songs that are in both playlists but I'm not gonna list them as they were already in his playlist when I created mine and so I'd again just be going in circles)
With most of these im going well yeah of course but then The Vines - Get Free I am once again aslkdjsaklj yes yes. yk?
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(forever using @swimmingleo's drawing of @ialwaysknewyouwerepunk as a meme; actually i should do it with part 3)
.....that's enough of the LOOK WHAT I GOT RIGHT kinda whatever behavior this is and now for some thoughts, I think it's very interesting the Change Over playlist is very different from the new Tour Bus Playlist and like I've said before it looks to me like the tour bus one is teasing the sound of FITF, while the Change Over is made out of possible feel good singalongs post-show. Although it's interesting he's said in interviews DMAs was a big influence and that one's not on the list. I'm gonna look back on this playlist once FITF is out and see if theres suddenly patterns falling into place like an anagram solving itself lol because it really looks like it's chunks of songs (like 2-7 songs at a time) that sound similar, possibly corresponding to each song on FITF. That also means songs I put on my larrie fuck the system stop it to the ground anger list and songs I think he'd love to recommend are indeed the sounds he's going for on his album which, I can't even tell you how excited that makes me.
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if i had to pick a moment from tick, tick... BOOM! that describes me perfectly, it would be when scott is like “THAT WAS FREAKING AMAZING! WOO!” and is just absolutely and joyously in love with music and art and musical theater even though he is so clearly the outsider... i’ve never been a musical theater kid but everytime i’m exposed to something new i wish i was! i may be the scott in a room full of jonathan larsons, but dammit i’m gonna enjoy myself too! that was freaking amazing! woo!!
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wingsoffireaus · 3 years
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Okay so let's talk about Jerboa...
Again trigger warnings. But let me start off by saying this.
I actually didn't mind the chapter delving into her past so much. BUT I get if people are triggered or don't like it.
I mean I was shocked it was in there. But it didn't bother me that much. Guess that goes to show who I am though.
I don't know guys. Like it's bad. It really is. We've got it all here. Child abuse. Brainwashing (literally) and some loss if limb. But... I don't know. Like it took me back but...
Yeah it's probably bad that I just found it more fascinating than anything else. Like it's a very good dive into how ultimate power (and time) can corrupt you. Like... Ugh. I thought it was fascinating.
But.. I don't know. It's valid that people are upset over this part. It really is. But I grew up reading animorphs and let me tell you... That is some fucked up shit. Haha. Y'all think "oh those books with the silly covers? Psh what do they have?"
Haha how about. Child soldiers. Someone gets eaten in the first book. Mind controlling slugs. Racism. Ableism. Loss of limb. PTSD literal children being mind controlled by slugs. Cannibalistic giant centipede things. Genocide. Chemical war fair.
Oh and the series ended on one of the darkest cliffhangers I have ever seen. So yeah. Guys I've grown up reading stuff like this. It does not bother me at all. It probably should... But it doesn't. In all seriousness though guys Animorphs is an amazing series and I recommend it... But keep these in mind. To be fair they actually do have a lot of humor and character... Admittedly once the ghost writers took over it took a turn but .. we don't talk about that. But yeah. (There is an actual gay alien couple in the later books though. Being in the 90s they couldn't be obvious about it but... It's there guys. It's very obviously there. And the author's confirmed it. Not in that way. Like they did all they could do to confirm with out saying it straight out.
Anyway. Sorry Animorphs is a thing for me. I can't help but rant about it.
Continuing on. Yes this is a disturbing chapter. And I can see people being freaked out about it... But to be honest y'all can probably skip it. Actually here this is what pisses me off about all this.
Why does Jerboa exist? I literally think it's just because Sutherland came up with this fascinating character backstory.. but besides that Jerboa doesn't really do anything. Besides traumatizing children. She does that very well. Like I said earlier it didn't bother me. But I'm so fucked up that even as a child I don't think it would have bothered me. Again haha animorphs. But I don't think I'd let any of my nieces or nephews listen to that part. Maybe that's my protective side coming in I don't know. Meh. Ultimately I think it depends on who it is reading it.
So here's the thing that pisses me off. Jerboa took away animus magic. Cuz that's totally a great idea.... Fuck off man. I hate this trope. Why is this a trope? Why is this a thing? Let's take magic away! (But did anyone else notice she said only living Animi. Good job Tui. If you ever want to write a future book with Animi you can now.)
But just... Okay the obvious reason Tui did this was so they can't use magic to defeat the plants... But hey guess what? What you could've done is a spell where no magic can ever cause harm. Boom. Fixed it.
Then they can't use it to just kill Wasp. They'd have to find a way around it. Isn't that more interesting than taking it away? Like I'm sorry it's just... It's so boring and stupid.
This is exactly like when in fantasy movies they always have to leave the magic behind. Oh wow magical world. Oh wow friends. Oh no you have to go home but you're okay. Cuz being normal is good.
Cut it with the condescending crap! It pissed me off when I was 6 (seriously guys Narnia was an... Event when you watched it with 6year old tree) and it ticks me off as a 21 year old adult!
We're reading these books for the magic! Don't introduce it and then write it out so lazily! Even as a kid this would upset me.
But um yeah. So Jerboa? I kind of wish you didn't exist. Yes your backstory is... Deliciously tragic. And I'm just the sicko to find it fascinating. But y'know what. I could've lived without the taking magic away. No.
And another reason this upsets me?
Turtle. Hey anyone remember the end of his book. When he had a shut down when his magic was taken away? A vital piece of himself? No?
Well it seems like Tui has too. And it just... Fuck guys. I cried at that part! And I was ecstatic when he got it back. But nah guys.
Animus magic is too convenient. Better scratch that. Not try and be creative.
Blegh...
Oh wait... Hold on. Yeah so remember the ring? Yes the magic ring? That I'm kind of on the fence about? Guess what it adds another layer against Jerboa doing what she did. The ring shows the good magic can do. And then we had the crown showing the bad... I just .. I don't know I feel about this guy's. I just wish they weren't a thing. Cuz now I just feel like there could've been a dialogue about the good and evil of magic. But there's not really. Let's be real here. Once again one person made a decision without talking to anyone else. And I hate that. I want dialogue guys. I want conflict and then talking. You can't have one person be it all.
Cuz that's just as bad as one person running the show. But this is never gonna come up again. Just like Peacemaker is just gonna... Be Peacemaker. And it's all just... So upsetting I don't know.
I am so genuinely upset by these cheap cop outs guys. And I'm tired.
Anyway sorry guys. Prolly not the rant y'all expected. But I'm tired now. And emotionally drained from writing this.
Sounding totally cliche. I miss the magic of this series. But I feel like it's been getting drained from it. Literally and figuratively.
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You know it's always really funny to me when mhs say that had it not been for swimming Haru and Rin would've never become friends bc I'm like, that's how relationships work???? You initially connect bc of something you have in common and go from there???? In that case you can also apply it to mh bc if Haru and Makoto had not been neighbors since they were young they probably would've never become friends either, but nobody wants to mention that bc then their argument crumbles lol
Anyways, your blog is literally the best and your rh (and general) takes are always so nice to read
I'm... same, I just do not understand what’s new about this? Like my mom and dad met while they were both working at school, if I started talking with a guy cause he told me that he liked my chibi Akashi bag and anime, is this not allowed? This in no way means that that’s all we like about each other or smth, this means this one thing brought us together.
This is the reason why I dislike mh fans so much. Because the majority of them instead of posting some canon facts and truthful arguments, they either twist some words into something unrecognizable, either try to change a rh moment into mh. I just always thought ppl ship things for what they are, not what they are not...
And the main problem in this happening and the error in their equation is Haru. Cause they’re trying so hard to sew him into that but with everything he says and do he constantly falls off and they end up with mako-haha. It’s like they say that Makoto is the reason that Haru walks into his future, which is hilarious tbh, and the next movie airs and what do you know Haru is yelling at Rin’s face how “he only walks towards the future and wants it bc of him”, they say that s2 relay teams are what they truly want which everyone knows ain’t true and boom drama airs and Haru and Rin are talking how it’s not the same if they’re not together on the team. They air all the birthday stories and oh no, Rin is special again. I remember how they were running around after that frfr! episode, where Rin tries to make Haru laugh and Makoto says he actually already heard it before and turns out it was kid Haru’s evil laugh in his sleep at school. Like what is so special about that? And how is this mh related? Haru was cutely laughing watching Rin sleep and just reading his text.. that’s yeah, that’s the reason to fuss.
Their problem is always Haru, he never fits their mh plan like ever. But do they listen to him? No. Because we have a moment IN THE ANIME, where Haru says “RIN, I WANT TO BE LIKE YOU, TOO.” meaning he wants to be as brave/daring/passionate, etc. cause Rin represents freedom for him. Okay, I’d get why some needed me to post an arguments list for “Rin doesn’t like Haru only for his swimming”, which is still hilarious to me, but okay, he does have a kink in books about Haru moving in the water and goes about it for several pages, but with Haru this is actually not the case. 
I don’t know if anyone noticed it, but swimming is not what attracts Haru the most about Rin and never was. It’s his character and state of mind and the way he makes him feel aka free. It doesn’t matter what they do, like whether they eat their rolls or draw new years fortunes. Haru said his whole body is on fire just when he looks at Rin and he doesn’t even notice how he starts smiling when Rin talks to him. It’s just the way he makes him feel. And swimming has nothing to do with that. Sorry, guys lmao.
Did they seriously just erase this moment, when Rin writes how he wants swim as fast as Haru in his letter, but Haru looks at the sky and he has this kaleidoscope of Rin’s pic in his mind and what he says next is "Rin, I want to be like you, too.” 
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And he means what he says. It’s not about the swimming truly, he admires the fact that Rin follows his dreams with such passionate determination. Mind the fact that moments of Rin that flash before his eyes in this moment a) when Rin openly gushes about Haru’s swimming in front of everyone; b) when he yells in front of the whole class that if he wants a relay with Haru, he will bloody get it; c) his swimming; d) when he tells Haru that he’s a sight he never saw before he’s gonna show him the sight he’s never seen before. It’s about how what Rin wants, Rin fights for until he gets it. Haru is in love with his passion, always was, always will be.
Haru doesn’t want to “swim like Rin” although they did compliment each other by saying “I find your strength amazing” “but I find your stamina amazing”, and Haru always drools about the power behind Rin’s strokes, but Haru swims in his own beautiful way. And while he adores the way Rin swims, that’s still not his favorite thing about Rin and never was. Every time he talks about Rin it’s always about his personality and surprisingly... it’s rarely about swimming. When he thinks about Rin it’s always stuff like... how he is so colorful and intense and full of life and passionate about his dreams and how he stands out among everyone else to him, not about his swimming skills. 
So this argument is dumb AF tbh. I’m like.. yeah, and Lan Zhan loves Wei Ying for his demonic cultivation skills. Not because of his strong character, daring heart and his incredible ability to tick him off and light his cold ass on fire.
P.S. Seriously tho this is the first shipping base I see who just always for some reason does this stupid thing with finding a crumb and actively trying to make it into a bread but then realise it’s realistically impossible so they just replace it with a plastic one and pretend it’s real. This in fact makes your ship ridiculous. You can’t try to push the line that Rin is abusive (thats still lol) and how Makoto is better for Haru, since Rin did everything to make Haru reach his dream and made him happy and he’s the only one who can help Haru, when he feels down like in s2 and then with Albert and etc. Makoto can’t. It’s the truth, just let it go. I know there are not much positives sides in mh relationships to be honest in my opinion, but there are still some (?). Why not base your arguments on truth? Like at least it’s gonna be mh, not some imaginary thing. Either love mh for mh or don’t. Like yeah, Haru doesn’t resiprocate, but maybe one-sided stuff is your kink, ok, explore this, fine, but don’t try to make Haru into somebody else. Then it’s not your ship anymore.
It’s just funny to me like that Rin here writes poems about Haru and openly flirts with him in restaurants and plans their future together and I don’t even need to exagerate anything, it’s just how it really is and meanwhile mh is like “remember how 7 years ago Utsumi said that Rin and Haru wouldn’t be friends if it wasn’t for swimming, so mh is the shit”.. like I’m sorry, but I think I’m allowed to laugh at this. Sometimes you just have to let it go, seriously. Or at least like idk think before you post (and I know that it has like 3 retweets and no one cares, but still 3 ppl agreed and it reached me somehow, so..). My policy is when I create posts about my ships is validation. Like my last Rinharu facts youtube post got 5K likes, I didn’t post my thoughts, just their moments and at the end I specifically said “I have links/translations to all of this, so name thing you want to read, I’ll link you” and I linked everyone whatever they wanted. 
This is how you tell ppl a story of why you love this ship and make them fall in love with it, too. Not by making up lies about what’s not there and twisting someone’s words (like this person wrote “thats what she really meant *adds complete nonsense*). And I know mh do not have any of this stuff that rh have, but if you really ship mh, find something real and go from there. Seriously, it’s better if you have smth small, but real, than a huge lie.
Also I still think ship is about two people, not just one. Why mh don’t want to listen to anything Haru says or wants like at all? That’s just sad. 
P.P.S. Thanks for liking my blog, this makes me so happy <3<3<3
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I was told by your wonderful wife, birds-have-teeth that you were in need for some asks/requests. How about Izuku and S/O on their wedding day?
She truly is a wonderful wife 🥺💜
Ahh! I dont usually take requests, but this was just too cute to pass up!
I hope you don’t mind that these are headcanons!
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Izuku Midoriya X Reader
Wedding Day.
Category: fluff
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First of all! I think their wedding would be set sometime in spring. The time of year where it’s not too hot and not too cool, just after all the leaves and flowers bloom. I mean think about it, Sakura petals flowing in the wind on your wedding day? What a dream.
It sounds crazy, but I always imagined Izuku as the type of person to want to have their wedding outside.. Kind of like- in a garden? Or a forest? You know that the wedding Bella and Edward had in the forest? Kind of like that! Except surrounded by flowers!
Flowers like.. Magnolia, forget-me-nots, tulips, and of course - sakura! Or, well, Cherry blossoms~ Just! Flowers that really brighten up the secluded space. You’d need seclusion, after all, especially since you are marrying the number one hero.
Wouldnt it be so cute to be married under a willow tree, a brilliant white arch covered in white roses and vines standing above you both? Ackk vines.. So beautiful. Oh! Maybe there’s even a little rock pathway down the aisle?
The air is fresh.. Because you’re in the countryside! Maybe even in the mountains. Somewhere where a little babbling brook is not too far behind the trees, its soft bubbling noises relaxing the party-goers. 
Speaking of! Wouldnt a little plant themed engagement ring be the cutest? Something like this! 
Wedding ring.. Well you both have to pick that out dont you?
The wedding day is obviously going to be the most important day for both of you! But also, nerve-wracking as hell. Im positive Izuku has probably freaked out five times since he woke up at 6AM. Maybe a mental breakdown. Yknow. 
He’s a sensitive guy! And he’s terrified! Nono, he doesnt have cold feet. He wants to marry you! He cannot imagine his life without you in it, but God is he absolutely terrified that you might be the one leaving him at the altar.
Not that he doesnt have faith in you! It’s just.. His insecurities and anxieties taking over him. Even after all these years of unconditional love, he still cant help but feel you deserve someone way better than him. And he fears one day you’ll wake up and realize that as well.
But you’d have to be absolutely crazy to even think about doing that, huh?
So yeah. Wedding day morning is filled with Izuku’s best man - Shoto - trying to calm the sporadic man down, bringing Toshi and his mom in to aid as well. He may have thrown up. Who’s to say.
You, on the otherhand, are having a great morning. You’re bouncing with excitement! Ready and oh-so impatiently waiting to marry the man of your dreams in the most scenic area you could find. It truly was a catch! A relatively cheap place - the majority of your funds were spent on food and flowers. You can get pretty good deals on wedding dresses if you’re marrying the number one hero, apparently. So long as they get to display one of your wedding photos.
Hell, it’d help a local business boom, and who wouldnt want that? You got a discount on your bridesmaids dresses as well~
A dream.
But the start time was quickly approaching. Tick-tock!
Soon enough, the both of you are ready to start a new chapter of your lives together.
The scene is set! Your husband-to-be stand beneath arch drenched in morning dew, light breaking through the trees reflecting on each little droplet and showering the little patch where your wedding was being held in brilliant lights 
It honestly looked magical, straight out of a fairy tale. Hell, you were about to marry your prince, after all
God this wedding is like every outdoorsy kid’s dream
The piano starts up once the player gets the queue that everyone is ready.
Your friends walk down the aisle first in pairs, bridesmaids with bridesmen, silky gowns flowing in the gentle spring breeze
Soon enough the flower girl trots happily down the aisle, throwing Sakura petals every which way with a happy little smile on her face, dress as white as snow and a little pink belt. 
It was truly a miracle no one tripped on the rocks yet.
Once everyone was in their place, a traditional wedding song began to play. 
Showtime.
Izuku swore he saw an angel the moment those vines swayed to reveal you.
A sunbeam hit you from behind, its golden glow cascading down your body.
Tears formed in his eyes as he watched, paralyzed, as you walked down, heels clicking against the floor
The biggest, goofiest smile cracked onto his face, eyes connecting with yours. All was going to be alright. He had nothing to fear.
He’d probably openly sob while stating his vows, hands trembling as they hold onto yours.. It’d probably be something along the lines of.. “Ever since the day I met you, i’ve become a better man. You helped me grow into who I am today. You guided me towards the path that would lead me to happiness with your loving embrace, with every word of endearment you’d whisper to me, and with love as a whole. I always wondered what it’d feel like to be loved like this, and now that I have it, and that I have you, I don’t ever want to let go of it. Because you’re it, princess. You’re the love of my life, my one and only, my soulmate, and so much more. Every day we’re apart I always think of you. You keep me going. Without you, I wouldn’t be me.”
Something cheesy, yknow! Somethin sweeter than candy corn. <3 what a sap. 
He may have had to wipe his tears a few times… cough.
Surprisingly though, his hands are super steady when he slides that ring on.
A shaky yet firm “I do,” green eyes now a shimmering viridescent as he stares at you with the purest form of love swirling in his gaze.
“You may now kiss the bride.”
His hand reaches up, delicately placing itself on your cheek. He cant help but take this moment in, condemning your smiling, angelic face to memory, the flashes of photos being taken completely ignored as he slowly leans in. 
His lips are softer than they had ever been in that moment, the kiss itself so sugary sweet - the embodiment of innocence and passion. Love.
Eyes fluttering closed, he cant help but kiss you over and over again, each one making both your smiles grow larger until giggles erupt between the two of you.
Oh boy. He had lipstick smudged all over his lips. He couldnt care less, though. Pulling you close to his body, he smiled cheekily over at the photographer for a photo.
HE’S YOUR HUSBAND NOW! IZUKU IS YOUR HUSBAND! Praise the lords. (Y/N) Midoriya has a nice ring to it, doesnt it?
Inko welcomes you to the Mrs. Midoriya family with a hug.
The rest of the day was filled with you and Izuku being stuck together like glue, surrounded by friends and family.
The wedding photos would be filled with you two standing in a meadow, sun raining brilliantly down on the two newlyweds.
ackk just.. sakura petals flying in the wind~ how pretty. Maybe one even lands in your hair and he gets to pluck it out. <3
He’s the happiest he’s ever been.
Hell, he’s sure this is what being high felt like. 
He cant stop smiling! He’s just so so cute.
Of course, a few goofy photos have to take place! Maybe Uravity uses her quirk to make it look like the number one hero is floating away whilst you ‘run’ to try and get him.
There was even one where he and his bridesmen wear parts of their hero costumes to show off a bit. Like Deku wears his hood, Shoto wears his.. Bracelets and backback..? Stuff like that! Truly it’s a weird fuckin photo. But so so dorky and so them.
His favorite photo is definitely the one where he has you sitting on his arm as he flexes. Yep. He turned into a bit of a show off. Could you blame him? Haha.
At night is when the real fun begins. Mainly because of the party! Lanterns are set up everywhere, and due to being so far from the city- the stars are shining in the sky! Much more than youre used to.
Izuku took a dance course, unbeknownst to you (Shoto and Bakugou were forced to join him- talk about chaotic!), so that first dance together is honestly breathtaking. He’s so gentle with you, leading the way and twirling you around.
May or may not have bawled when you danced with Toshinori. 
CUTTING THE C AKE. OKAY OKAY.
It’d probably be forest themed. Green and white blending beautifully together, maybe even a little frosting stream cascading down the side. Hand made models of you and Izuku stood proudly at the top. I guess the flavor would be something you both chose together?
He loves touching your soft hands so holding that knife together is awesome for him.
Oh yea. After the perfect photo is taken, he definitely smears frosting on your cheek - just so he has an excuse to lick it off.
Sticky!
You both leave in a black limo, a “Just Married!” sign placed on the back.
Ahh. honeymoon time.
It’s going to be a long night,
Mainly because..
Well. Traveling- and.. Y’know (;
All in all! It starts off as stressful, and ends in the sweetest way possible.
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“you don’t understand it now, but I’m trying to protect you” with saeyoung? haha it suits him very well
Ohh thank you so much for being my first request! I am so sorry this took me awhile to deliver, but I really enjoyed writing it~~ please enjoy xx
This fic was tonally inspired by the beautiful song "You are the Moon" by one of my favourite bands -- The Hush Sound. I recommend listening to that to get the sort of mood I was in when writing this.
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The Gentle Grip of Night's Unfolding Arms
Mystic Messenger
*click title to read on ao3*
707 / Luciel / Saeyoung Choi x Reader ; 707 / Luciel / Saeyoung Choi x MC
Hurt/Comfort
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Rated: G ; panic attacks, crying, romantic tension
Summary: Despite it having been brewed two hours ago, the cup of tea on the bedside table wasn’t nearly as cold as the hacker sitting before you.
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Despite it having been brewed two hours ago, the cup of tea on the bedside table wasn’t nearly as cold as the hacker sitting before you.
Though you’ve had your fair share of tumultuous events in your upbringing, the past couple hours spent in a dead girl’s apartment surely took the cake for being the most dramatic of the bunch.
One minute you were attempting to fix yourself a mug cake, and the next your phone was suddenly being virtually accosted with increasingly frantic calls and texts.
A sudden crash of breaking glass—
You, whipping your head to gaze incredulously at the broken window of the 14th floor apartment.
A pale, shaky hand with slender knob-knuckled fingers clamping over your mouth.
Erratic, moist breath hissing into your ear.
Bleached white hair tickling your neck.
A flash of ginger and widening honey coloured eyes.
And just like that, your hacker in shining black hoodie had arrived, saving you in the nick of time – as if the entire situation couldn’t get more movie-type cliché than it had already been.
But despite the whirlwind progression of the past 7 days’ events, your fairytale seemed to reach a premature climax.
The cause of your current grief sat on the cold, hardwood floor just meters before you. His headphones were clamped firmly over his ears, his eyes carefully downcast, silently refusing to put you at ease with even the slightest glance.
Not even temptations of steaming Earl Grey nor calming scents of chamomile could entice him.
You turned your cheek to rest it upon your knee, your eyes making vacant sweeps, circling the bright yellow rings on his hoodie.
No, your fated meeting with Seven was anything but what you had hoped it would be.
Seven was…. mean.
Seven was… unyielding.
Seven was… incapable of love??
You shook your head, desperately trying to stifle the telltale warning of tears that pricked at the corners of your eyes. I knew him for what?? 7 days? Stop being so pathetic.
But even so, it would be futile to ignore the hurt that now permeated through your core, now plaguing your mind with anxious, restless, relentless thoughts.
You had tried to comfort him after the shock of seeing his long-long, now-tormented, brother:
“Give me some space.”
You expressed an honest desire for mutual expression of your shared emotional traumas:
“Don’t try to get so close to me.”
And, gritting your teeth, you had attempted to take care of him from a purely human-needs perspective:
“Maybe you should just pretend that I’m not here.”
So your tea sat cold. And his tea sat cold. You sat on the bed. And he sat on the floor. You plead silently with your troubled gaze. So he turned his back.
Both of you too stubborn twin stars, chasing the trailing end of one another, but always just slightest out of sync. The alignment of your traveled paths, something as uncertain as the mercurial man in front of you.
And now, here you sat. Your knees cradled to your chest; your arms wrapped loosely around your shins. And you contemplated the possibility that your premature and ill-fated first meeting with Seven had forever knocked you both out of each other’s orbits.
“Seven…”
The click-clack of his fingers over his keyboard persisted.
“Seven.”
Click clack. Click clack.
“I know you’re not ever listening to anything through those expensive headphones.”
His fingers stilled momentarily. A pause.
They resumed.
“You can’t ever listen to anything,” you began as you inhaled a shaky breath, unsure if engaging in conversation with the young man would worsen your already fractured relationship.
“—because you need to be aware of your surroundings. I know you’re purposefully ignoring me. I get it; you need to work, bud.”
Carefully, the hacker gently lifted his headphones off, resting them against his neck. He turned his head slightly to the left, as if to get you in his peripheral vision.
“Did you…. Did you just call me ‘Bud’?”
Your face flushed red.
“An honest mistake, I assure you.” You sniffed airily and turned so that you were lying back down on the bed, your back to him. “You made it quite clear that we aren’t ‘buds’ earlier.”
You waited for a response, hoping he’d dig into your subtle jab as bait, but as the seconds ticked into a full minute, you soon picked up on the faint typing sounds emanating from his corner again.
The pang of hurt realized itself deep within your chest cavity again. The prick of tears resurfaced once more. Your head began to pound.
He doesn’t even care. He doesn’t want to talk to me. He never liked me to begin with.
A cacophonous clatter of conflicting emotions welled within you.
Guilt – for being sad that Seven was neglecting you when he obviously had his own emotional issues with his brother so recently resurfaced.
Shame – for being so openly emotional and weakhearted around a boy you had barely known a full week, and had only just met in person several hours ago.
Embarrassment – for being a vulnerable target for a dignified charity establishment like the RFA.
Fear – the lingering tendrils of distress clawed at your insides, refusing to forget his white hands, his white hair, his empty eyes, the crash of glass shattering, your bruised wrists, your heightened breathing, your—
Oh.
I’m crying.
….
I’m… crying. I’m shaking.
I don’t know why…
A sob stole itself into the vacancy of the night. You curled yourself tightly into a fetal position, desperately trying to stifle the mortifying noise.
Why did I end up here? Why did this happen to me?
Your fingers clutched your aching sides tightly, your nails planting waxing crescents on your easy flesh.
Why don’t I deserve his compassion?
A choked noise betrayed your scratchy throat, dispelling into the room as something nothing more than a soft wheeze.
Why am I so stupid? What young adult female follows a stranger’s text to a foreign apartment?
Who am I to think that I’m important enough to be a part of any of these people’s lives?
I’m crying.
I’m shaking.
I’m crying… why does no one help?
I don’t deserve help.
I deserve to cry
I deserve to—
Cool hands cupped your face. Your eyes fluttered open. Your salty tears blurred the already dimly lit room.
I’m shaking.
Two golden irises swam into your field of vision, a rosy pair of lips moving, muttering something below.
I’m crying.
Why does no one help me?
Something cool and fleshy knocked against your forehead. Tears still blinded you from seeing anything intelligible.
Though your ears felt full of gauze, fragments of whispered speech made their way towards you.
“…hhhh… —eathe in…. k?”
Your head pounded. The tears shook your already trembling frame. Your temple felt like it might split from the sheer emotional pressure that you still attempted to conceal. What if Seven sees?? Then I’ll really be a burden…
“No…. it out…. –r me, please.”
The hushed timbre of a voice you were best acquainted with through the tinny speaker of a phone suddenly became recognizable.
You forced your watery eyes to open, the tears still unyielding to a fine focused picture. But the renewed mental clarity was enough. He was enough.
"Seven?" You made a feeble attempt to sit up, to compose yourself, to do anything to hide your mortification that he had caught you crying—
His hands immediately tightened their gentle grip on your weak frame, holding you firmly in place.
“I—" Seven paused when your red-rimmed gaze suddenly met his fully. Though you couldn’t be sure that it wasn’t due to your own waterworks, your eyes widened further when you saw his gaze was returned to you with an unmistakable sheen to them as well.
“Please don’t cry…” Seven’s forehead was placed solidly against yours. His nose brushing the snotty tip of yours. His grip tightened minutely. “I didn’t mean to make you cry.” He whispered hoarsely.
You stilled in his makeshift embrace. Your torrent of emotions building in complexity at this most recent… yet not unwanted – development.
“It’s okay.” You finally decided.
“No, it’s not!” A stricken voice suddenly boomed in front of you, the cool forehead ripped from yours.
You flinched involuntarily, both the sound and the lack of cool pressure allowing your headache to resurface.
“Shit, no, I’m sorry.” Seven brought the corners of his palms to cover his eyes, the sloppy gesture skewing both his glasses and hair in the process. “I’m messing everything up,” he half mumbled to himself.
“…yeah.” You agreed softly without thinking twice.
You both froze.
Seven lowered his palms, his glasses still askew. You raised your eyes, meeting his self-deprecating gaze.
And then, miraculously, your star paths were knocked back into alignment.
The corners of his lips upturned in the gentlest amusement. You supplied your own involuntary grin in endearment to his apparent mirth.
Before you could crack another joke (in an unhealthy attempt to avoid talking about the situation at hand), Seven skillfully schooled his features and stood from the uncomfortable crouch that he had assumed at your side.
“Don’t be alarmed,” He walked to the other side of the bed, “I’m coming in.” The bed dipped; the covers shifted, and a warm presence announced itself behind you.
“Seven…”
“Shh.” You heard the click of his glasses folding as he took them off. A sleeved arm reached over your form and placed them on the bedside table closest to you.
“Seven…?”
“You don’t ever listen to me, do you?” He sighed good-naturally and relaxed his tense posture. His breath tickled the back of your neck. “Is this okay?” He finally whispered.
You allowed yourself a small smile, pleased that the young man felt comfortable enough around you to be vulnerable like this. “God yes.” You breathed shakily.
A soft huff. “God 7, yes.”
You rolled your eyes, forgetting that he wouldn’t be able to see the gesture anyway.
A thick silence fell upon the stuffy room. Your headache pounded mercilessly. Your lungs still struggled to fill to full capacity as your crying fit had effectively blocked your sinuses.
You were miserable.
You were also sad.
And you were confused, tired, a tiny bit irate, just a ton bit mortified, and worst of all, your heart still panged longingly in your hollow chest.
Just when you were about to ask Seven what the plan now was, the man broke the silence.
“You…” He nuzzled just the slightest breadth away from the back of your neck, sheer millimetres between his lips and the soft skin of your neck, “You don’t understand it now…”
Your eyes were trained steadily on the wall in front of you, afraid that if you moved or confronted Seven directly, he would be scared off easily like before.
You waited patiently for him to finish his thought.
A nervous hand brushed against the curve of your waist; a touch so gentle you weren’t entirely sure it was actually there. Deft fingers curved over your side, a silent question that you readily answered by releasing a relaxed sigh and turning your hips slightly back in invitation.
The hand snaked softly around your waist and rested on the bed in front of you, the arm it was attached to now effectively holding you in a spooning embrace. A solid, lithe chest pressed gently against your back. Lips finally caressed the back of your neck.
“…but I’m trying to protect you.”
Your breath hitched.
The arm around your waist squeezed tenderly. The bed dipped again and the embrace dissolved.
Padded footsteps made their way to the door, paused, and then left.
You lay motionless on your side as a lagging tear dropped from the corner of your eye and landed on the bridge of your nose.
.・゜-: ✧ :-  -: ✧ :-゜・.
ahh hope you enjoyed this not-entirely-satisfying fic! It was very cathartic to write, as I used my own experiences with crying in front of someone I loved and then not getting comfort as a tool when writing this. I have a lot of emotional trauma from situations where I was emotionally vulnerable with someone that I trusted/loved, and then they just sat there watching me cry without giving me any sort of comforting touches, embraces, tenderness, or words. ;__; It made me feel very helpless and alone, so while I left this purposefully unresolved, it was important to me to make sure that Seven did provide some comfort and tenderness and love to the reader. He just can't be entirely intimate with the reader/MC just yet, but worry not, he loves her deeply. <33 Please know that you deserve the comfort you seek, and you deserve to be with someone that can provide you with the most basic things that you need depending on your love language. My love language is heavily touch and caress-based, so that is the perspective I wrote from. have a soothing night lovelies xx
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mingtiddies · 4 years
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prince!seungkwan
genre: fluff, tiny bit of angst, prince au
word count: 1762
warnings: none that I can think of???
a/n: HI GUYS i’m so sorry for posting and leaving for 8567 days and then posting again and repeating the cycle ejfhejkrh, i have stuff prepared and series planned but i usually like to finished them before starting to post, but then i post anyway and have to make you wait bc i don’t have the inspiration to write
BUT ANYWAYS enjoy seungkwan’s au hehe
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● “NO GIRLS ARE DIRTY” - prince seungkwan at 6 years old
● his parents were already tired
● seungkwan was a good boy, the best boy even
● except when it came to talks of marriage and spending his life married to a girl
● it was a mistake on his parents’ part to have told him when he was a kid
● but lots of kings and queens from neighboring kingdoms had done it and it had gone well
● but not for seungkwan
● he refused to spend time with his wife to be and even went as far as to drench the poor girl in milk
● growing up, seungkwan refrained from doing stuff like this (because he was a grown man now)
● but he never stopped fighting his parents on the matter
● his parents ended up giving up on setting him up with this girl he never even called by name
● he was a bit harsh
● but he hated the idea of having his life set out for him and not having a say in it
● moreover he didn’t even wanna get married, not until he was at least 30 years old and his mom scolded him saying he'd be too old by then
● and so without having ever announced that seungkwan would get engaged to the daughter of a king of another country, the poor girl left the palace
● and for a while he thought that his parents had abandoned all together
● boy was he wrong
● here you come
● brought in by his parents
● they thought your calm personality would help soothe seungkwan’s, they found you so polite and nice
● seungkwan, a grown man, 20 years of age, suddenly went back to his childish ways in an instant
● stomping his foot and everything
● looks mad mad
● when you witnessed this, you thought ‘oh great’ what did the Boos had gotten you into
● and you disliked the way he talked to his parents so much
● so when the introductions were done, his mother thanks you for being patient with his tantrum
● seungkwan really thought he could get away with it because the moment you yelled at him to catch his attention
● he got scared, like for his life scared, but only for a second
● because you don’t really look intimidating
● until you opened your mouth to yell at him some more
● “QUIT ACTING LIKE A CHILD YOUR PARENTS ARE DOING THEIR JOB AS KING AND QUEEN PARENTS”
● and then he got scared again
● because why were you yelling at him??
● and when he raised his voice at you to say he didn’t want to get married
● hmmm, big mistake
● “OKAY AND? WHAT ARE YOU FIVE? YOU’RE SUPPOSED TO TAKE OVER THE KINGDOM”
● and he was so appalled by the way you talked to him
● to him, a prince
● when the door opened and a staff came in he was shocked
● “did you not hear that?”
● and the staff got flustered because what was he supposed to hear
● his mother came in and he asked the same question
● “SHE GOT MAD AND SHE YELLED AT ME”
● his mother gave him a look and turned to you too but you smiled and waved your hand
● seungkwan appalled times 73273
● “WOAH”
● can’t believe what happened
● it went on for way too long
● seungkwan tried to find ways to sabotage the announcement (which happened the day you came to the palace)
● and he kept throwing tantrums
● there was no way you would take his shit ever
● no one would believe him when he’d say you yelled at him and you found it so funny
● threatened to record or film you
● always forgot to do it
● his parents were preparing the engagement party and really wanted your input and your personal taste to make it your engagement party
● so you were about to hold a meeting for it
● but suddenly an emergency came up and it turned out that seungkwan had let guard dogs on the loose inside of the palace
● as well as two horses, who were panicking
● meeting cancelled
● seungkwan happy
● but you knew it was him
● as soon as you were alone you yelled at him again about being a brat and sabotaging days of hard work
● he just stared at you, the usual look gone from his eyes
● and he realized that fuck you’re kinda hot when you yell at him
● he blurted it out loud and you hit him so hard he screamed
● you tried so very hard to find him redeeming qualities
● which wasn’t hard at all because for every dumb thing he did he had two qualities to make up for it
● you watched him take umbrellas to all of the staff working outside
● you watched him helping the kitchen staff with carrying stuff
● you watched him be a good son to his parents
● things actually started to change
● you didn’t really notice it because seungkwan was still annoying and he didn’t because he still tried to be annoying
● but the staff did
● he didn’t throw tantrums anymore
● an actual first
● he still fought his parents about marriage but his arguments lacked something
● he was doing it out of habit
● i mean he had fought against it for his entire life since he’d learned he was going to marry someone
● he started teasing you, poking at your sides during dinners and trying to embarrass you (just a little)
● you started nagging him for messing with you and everyone thought it was cute
● they still had no idea you how much you yelled at him for being a pain in the ass
● that’s when you started to feel uneasy
● why were you even here when he clearly didn’t want this
● (that’s when it all goes downhill and his parents are stressed as hell)
● you had yet another meeting but you didn’t feel like going because well, you knew seungkwan would sabotage it again
● truth is you didn’t have the heart to handle any more of his childish rants
● you didn’t have the heart to get rejected so blatantly again
● so when seungkwan found you almost hiding from staff and told you about the meeting
● he laughed
● “i can’t believe the roles switched, you know we have to be at this meeting y/n”
● and it ticked you off
● so bad
● “WHAT’S THE POINT ANYWAY?”
● cue seungkwan was shocked
● you had yelled at him before (many many times) but why did this feel different somehow?
● you cut him off before he could align two words (that scared him a little) and yelled again
● he did think it was odd
● his (nth) mistake was to believe you needed some time off because you were just in a bad mood
● “just release a statement saying we broke off the engagement”
● hmm, big mistake part 876
● because when seungkwan came back from the meeting, he couldn’t find you
● was very calm about it until he found out your room was empty
● you were gone gone and you would not be coming back
● you told your family you were only here for a few days, not telling them the truth and hoping seungkwan would release that damn statement so you could be free and start to move on
● you forgot your phone still had notifications on for Breaking News from the palace (which everyone in the kingdom was supposed to have on)
● after two days or so, you got a notification from seungkwan’s kingdom (finally reminding you it was still on)
● the notification barely let you know what it was about and it was about your so called engagement to the prince
● you swiped it off your screen
● you didn’t get out of the palace for days
● your parents didn’t mention the news because they thought it was just a way to publicly and officially announce the engagement
● because to them it was official the minute they sent you to his kingdom
● on seungkwan’s end
● haha
● boy
● after 5 days he still thought you were gonna come back
● most of his prince friends told him (seungcheol first)
● tried to break it down to him gently on the 3rd day but prince seungkwan wouldn’t listen
● “it’s been 5 days, i don’t think she’s gonna call”
● “it’s y/n, she always has something to say about what i do”
● so they shrugged it off
● you opened the breaking news article on the 7th day after its release
● (you got seungkwan anxious now)
● you rolled your eyes because why the hell did he go and announce it himself publicly when he could have gotten the press to release a handwritten royal announcement
● but that’s seungkwan we’re talking about
● and the video was just seungkwan in the press conference room, with no reporters in front of him
● so ?????
● but boom
● there it is
● a proposal video
● after literally 5 seconds into the video the prince is on one knee and officially asks for your hand in marriage, because he’ll be damned if you’re not the person who completes him and the only person he’d cave in for
● and the entire kingdom is holding their breath for the announce of your official engagement announcement
● after a week prince seungkwan does think he messed up bad
● so when you showed up two days later, he felt so confused and relieved at the same time
● worst feeling ever
● “i hate you so much i hope you know that”
● “i kinda hate me too”
● “you sabotaged days of hard work and probably hurt feelings”
● “yeah that was childish”
● “i know it was an arranged marriage but you hurt my feelings”
● “i’m so sorry y/n”
● “you actually recorded a proposal video to release it as breaking news”
● “ah, that was a bit much, wasn’t it?”
● “i can’t believe i’m here to say yes”
● “yeah i- wAIT WHAT”
● your wedding was set for the year of prince seungkwan’s 25th birthday
● you had the wedding organizers get back the ideas for the engagement party and chose themes that fit the two of you better
● the two of you didn’t try for children until it felt necessary
● although seungkwan loved children, he didn’t think he was ready for such responsibilities
● so you only did it to have an heir
● it took so little time for the two of you to fall in love with the little princess you had created that you even forgot having children was never part of your plan
● you also got to find out that prince seungkwan wasn’t just whipped for you, but also for his little girl
● but that’s okay because so were you
● (she was spoiled)
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seungcheol ║ jeonghan ║ joshua ║ junhui ║ soonyoung ║ wonwoo ║ jihoon ║ seokmin ║ mingyu ║ minghao ║ seungkwan ║ vernon ║ chan
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sdra2headcanons · 4 years
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Happy New Year Mod! I'm a bit late on a new years request but can we get some hcs for the sdra2 cast celebrating the new year together, along with some ships of your choice sharing a new years kiss? Thanks!
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Happy (late but shh) New Years!! Also of course💕
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Cast Celebrating:
   -New years is probably one of Yoruko's least favorite holidays, because every year she and Setsuka host a huge party and every year without fail, it's a mess and a half-
   -It's all fun and games until Mikado finds the alcohol they had hidden and tells everyone about it
   -I can't figure out a good way to organize it to where it won't look crowded so bullet point time babey !
   -Kanade and Syobai end up in the middle of the living room, Yoruko holding Kanade back so she doesn't stab Syobai over something rude he said about Iroha
   -Setsuka's running around with Nikkei and Teruya, all three of them yelling and laughing WAY too loudly
   -Hibiki's off to the side, crying because of all the noise. Meanwhile Iroha's attempting to comfort her while also trying to keep Kanade from hurting somebody on accident (or on purpose if she actually manages to get to Syobai-)
   -Shinji and Hajime both get really touch starved when they’re drunk for some reason??? Yuki eventually gets them to stop making out every two minutes, saying something about how 'kissing now will make the midnight kiss less special,' but they still need some form of contact. Luckily for everyone there, that usually just means they'll go cuddle on the couch. Yuri always somehow gets pulled into the pile of warmth and cuddling, despite his initial protests about how they'll make him smell like alcohol. Eventually he just gives up and decides to enjoy the time with his bfs (Yuri/Shinji/Hajime rights!)
   -The people that are still sober that aren't stopping a fight, cheering someone up, or cuddling are Mikado, Yuki, Sora, Emma, and Kokoro. Emma and Mikado aren't any help at all when it comes to making people settle down, but everyone else is trying their best
   -By 11:30 almost everyone that was loud previously are already asleep, getting shaken awake by the people that hadn't used all their energy earlier in the night. After everyone finally wakes up (which takes 20 minutes within itself-) they'll all put something warm on, grabbing Kokoro's Ipad so they can still watch the live footage of the countdown thing from outside
   -Wait for context: In this Yoruko and Setsuka's house is near the place the city shoots off their fireworks from- Also I've never watched one of the shows/live streams that cover the countdown so please don't quote me on any of this-
   -After they all lay their blankets on the grass, everyone sits down and stares over Kokoro's shoulder, watching as the few remaining minutes tick down. The almost complete silence is suddenly interrupted by fireworks going off once the clock finally hits 12am, everyone cheering before becoming preoccupied with their midnight kiss to celebrate the new year
   -Which is an amazing transition into part two: New Years kisses
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Kanade/Iroha:
-They try to keep themselves from doing anything more than a forehead kiss, that way the start of the new year’ll be even more special!
    -Iroha's not the best at staying up late, so she'll always take a nap earlier in the day before they go to to Yoruko and Setsuka's. During her nap, Kanade’ll steal her phone, setting the time an hour back, that way when midnight hits Kanade can give her a kiss, which’ll make Iroha be like 'It's 11??' Then Kanade just says something along the lines of 'guess that just means we'll have to kiss again in hour.'
   -Advantages of having a smart gf: she'll make plans so she can kiss you more
-Disadvantages of having a smart gf: She's too caught up in her plan to realize she can kiss you at any point in time-
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Teruya/Nikkei:
-Do you know that one thing that's like:
"3... 2... 1... happy new year! [Starts kissing]"
"Guys it's not even midnight yet, can you stop making out every time the microwave goes off??"
-Yeah they're basically that. It's a little annoying at first, especially since they're usually making out right in front of the microwave because they wanted to make sure they could hear it, but eventually people either stop using the microwave for the night or they just learn to ignore it
-They still kiss at midnight though, you can’t properly start a new year without a kiss from your incredible bf can you?
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Kokoro/Emma:
-Emma tries to do that with Kokoro, but Kokoro always mumbles something about the tradition being important and how they need to respect it
-All the denied kisses only makes Emma more determined to make the most out of their midnight kiss though, so the kiss lasts as long as they can make it before they pass out from lack of air. Kokoro gets 'mad' about it, but she still gives Emma an extra kiss on the cheek once she catches her breath so Emma’s pretty sure it’s fine-
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Yuri/Shinji/Hajime:
-I've never written an Ot3 thing before but I want them to have at least a little more content so this'll be fun-
-Depending on how drunk they are, Shinji and Hajime've already kissed anywhere between 3 and 472 times by the time midnight hits. Yuri manages to get out of anything more than cheek kisses since he doesn't like the taste of alcohol, but he supposes he can make an exception for midnight kisses-
-Once the clock finally hits midnight Shinji and Hajime are already showering Yuri in kisses so they can make up for the ones they couldn't give him earlier. Whenever Shinji and Hajime have their midnight kiss, it isn’t technically midnight anymore, but they couldn’t think of a better way to start the new year than kissing their tiny bf so it’s more than okay with them
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Mikado/Yuki:
   -Yuki never knows when Mikado’ll appear and kiss him. All throughout the night, Mikado’ll just randomly show up in front of him, giving him a quick dip kiss because he’s extra and then disappearing again
-Even the midnight kiss is a mystery! Yuki’ll turn to give Mikado a kiss to celebrate, but he’s nowhere to be found. Then Yuki blinks and boom! Mikado’s right in front of him, already kissing him before he can even open his eyes back up. It’s odd, but it adds a fun element of surprise, you know?
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Syobai/Sora:
-Syobai isn’t a fan of pda, so when Sora goes to give him a quick kiss he’ll act all ‘fine but only because you’re gonna make do it me either way’ but he’s happy he gets to start the year off with his lowkey epic gf
-These’re getting worse and worse as I go but I don’t wanna get these out later than needed considering it’s already the 2nd here-
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Setsuka/Yoruko:
-“Babe! Yoruko! The love of my life! My Angel! I love you! Happy new year! Gimme a kiss!”
-“Setsuka you’re drunk and you reek of alcohol, maybe a kiss wouldn’t be the best right now,,”
-“It’s a special day! Exceptions can be made!!”
-In the end Setsuka wins, only because Yoruko wanted her to quiet down though, definitely not because she wanted to kiss her gf or anything like that haha-
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I feel bad bc I don’t have anyone to pair Hibiki with but I can’t think of anymore OT3 hcs so oh well! These were mega fun to write, I hope you enjoy them as much as I enjoyed writing them and I hope you have an amazing 2020!!! Happy late new year! 💕💖
-Mod Kanade who just realized tags’re gonna suck for this huh-
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Passing With Flying Colors
Author: carry-on-my-pretty-weeper
Character(s): Peter and Reader
Word Count: 2.6k+
Author’s Note: sorry for the long wait! It took awhile to figure out where i wanted to go with this. Hope it’s to your liking!!
Request: I’ve always thought it would be kind of cute to see a peter Parker x reader fic? Where the reader isn’t the best at school and doesn’t get the best grades, she’s super bubbly and kind though. So she asks Pete to tutor her and she gets like the best grade she’s ever had, and then she thanks him in a very public and embarrassing way but it’s kind of endearing if that makes sense? I don’t know haha thought it might be a cute idea 😊 
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“I. Can’t. Do. It.” you grumbled as you thunked your head on the library’s table punctuating each word. How were suppose to get a good grade on your upcoming math test if you couldn’t even do the homework? Maybe I could just be a mime. Mime’s don’t need a high school education.
“Uh, Y/n?” a voice spoke out as you lifted up your head. And who else would be standing there but the school genius in all of his cute dorky glory, Peter Parker. Straightening up you brushed your hair out of your face. “Are you okay?”
“Yeah I’m fine, it’s my grade that’s suffering,” you joked with a smile. That got a laugh out of him. He sat down next to you and started pulling out a notebook. “Whatcha doing there?” you asked as you tilted your head.
“Well, uh y-you said your grade was um suffering so-I mean, I just thought maybe I could help? L-like a tutor maybe?” he stuttered with nervousness coating his actions. The smile that graced your face could only be described as a thousand watt smile. You quite literally beamed.
“I’d love that! Thanks Pete!” you exclaimed excitedly. Scooting closer to him he explained out how to solve the problems. But you were extremely lost, everything sounded like a foreign language coming out of his mouth. He registered the lost look on your face and tried to simplify his words. When that didn’t work he started making analogies to things you knew, like cooking. He noticed you were constantly checking out recipe books and so he assumed that you liked to cook. Luckily enough you did and his analogies got through to you. Soon enough you zoomed passed all of the practice problems and finished with a real understanding of the material. “That has to be the first time I’ve ever understood math since like seventh grade,” you laughed as you started putting away your notebook.
“Happy I could help,” he admitted as he ran his hand through his hair. You both stood up but Peter hesitated for a second. “Do you think, I mean um if you wanted to, tomorrow you’d want to uh study again?”
“Only if it’s no trouble!” you expressed no wanting to be a bother.
“No! It’s no trouble! Ahem, no trouble at all,” he claimed as he tried to be cool like Ned told him.
So that’s what you both did after school for the last two weeks. Sometimes he had to leave early but for the most part he always stayed and helped you study. You even went to his apartment. Twice! You finally understood the material and that was something new. So walking into your math test on Wednesday you were nervous but also excited at the prospect of doing well. You took your time but actually finished every problem. Usually some of them you had to guess or leave blank but you finished the whole test. When the bell rang you left the class and saw Peter on the other side of the hallway.
“Hey, Y/n! What’s up?” he called out making his way to you. He almost tripped on himself but recovered quickly as a blush tinted his face.
“Well I just finished my math test and I feel like I didn’t fail because of my hero,” you joked gesturing to him. His blush reddened as you both laughed.
“I can’t take all the credit, you worked really hard,” he insisted as your hands brushed against each others. Peter, redder faced, immediately put his hands in his pocket and you fake coughed.
“Thanks, Peter,” you replied as a weird feeling spread in your chest. “I think I better get to my next class.”
“Of-of course! Yeah, w-wouldn’t want to be late,” he stuttered as he wordlessly cursed his heart for beating faster than normal. He wouldn’t be surprised if you could hear it. Mortified. But not surprised.
Friday after school when you were checking your grades and you noticed a notification in your math grade. Taking a deep breath you clicked on it. The seconds ticked by as the loading sign silently taunted you. Finally the grades loaded and you screamed. Your dad burst into your room obviously confused.
“What’s wrong?! Are you okay pumpkin?!” he boomed ready to fight off whatever made you scream.
“I got a 92% on my math test!” you shouted as you jumped on your bed excitedly. Your dad hugged you lifting you up like you weighed nothing and swung you around.
“Good job Pumpkin!” he yelled matching your excitement. Your little brother Tommy burst into the room and wanted to be apart of the celebration.
“Why are we yelling?!” he cheered as he jumped on your bed.
“Y/n got an A! On a math test no less! This calls for a victory dinner!” your dad exclaimed. He was right it did call for victory dinner but you felt the need to invite a certain curly haired genius.
“Can I bring a really important friend?” you asked with your puppy dog eyes. They worked 100% of the time and were a fool proof plan to get Peter here.
“Of course I’ll tell your mom to put out an extra plate,” he replied as he gave to a kiss on your forehead, “I’m so proud of you Y/n/n.” Happiness filled your chest as he left your room grabbing Tommy on his way to help your mom start cooking. Scrambling around your room you grabbed your mom’s old boombox and a blank poster from your art supplies then started your run to Peter’s apartment.
Peter was lounging in his room, wooden pencil twirling in his hand when he heard music coming from outside his apartment. Then he got a text from you telling him to look outside. Getting curious he went to his window and was surprised to see you standing with a boombox and a poster in the middle of the sidewalk out in the cold. You were surrounded by people but didn’t seem to care as you gave him an excited wave. On the poster it read “I aced the test because of you!” You mouthed ‘come down’ and he ran faster than a bullet down the stairs. Before he left he shouted “I’ll be back in a bit Aunt May!” Once he opened the door to the building you turned off the boombox.
Running up to him you hugged and squealed “I did it! I did it! I got an A!” He was momentarily taken aback before returning the hug. Letting go you began speed talking, “So my parents are going to be cooking me a victory dinner- it’s something they do sometimes, and I thought- that since you helped me, that maybe you would want to go? Butifyoudon’twanttothat’sfinetoo-” Looking at you he realized you were really nervous and that you were blushing a smidge, although he chose to believe it was because of the cold air.
“I’d love to,” he interjected before you could freak yourself out.
“Oh! Uh g-great!” you realized now you were the one stuttering. Pull yourself together Y/n!
“Let’s go shall we? Gotta get there before you freeze,” he joked as he took off his jacket leaving him in a sweater. He draped it around your shoulders as you began to blush even more. Over Thursday you may have realized that you developed feelings for Peter and that funny feeling in your chest was just that. Feelings. But you were trying not to think about him like that so they would go away. He’s doing this to be nice. He’s just a friend. He’s just a friend. He’s just a-
“You look cute like that,” he admitted with an adorable dorky smile.
Crap.
The walk to your apartment was filled with conversation. At one point Peter took the boombox from your hands leaving you with just the poster. You wished you still had it because now you didn’t know what to do with your hands. Once you got to your front door you stopped and turned to Peter. “Just a warning my family can be a bit...much,” you warned him with an apologetic face.
“I’m sure they’re great,” he reassured you before you opened the door. You saw movement in the kitchen and deduced that’s where they both were at the moment. Peter set down the boombox and it made a sound.
“Honey is that you?” your mom called out. Motioning for Peter to follow, you walked into the kitchen.
“Yeah mom it’s me,” you replied give her a hug.
“This must be your friend! Peter!” she said as she turned to him. She enveloped him in a big hug and you could tell he wasn’t expecting that. “It’s so good to meet you Y/n talked about you a lot!” Your face became red again.
“It’s nice to meet you too Mrs. Y/l/n,” he remarked giving her a sincere smile.
“Oh please call me Y/m/n,” she insisted before turning to you noticing the jacket that did not belong to you giving you a wink, “you kids runalong now, I’ll call you when dinner is ready.”
“Okay mom,” you squeaked as you felt embarrassed. As you were leaving the kitchen you ran into your dad. The moment he saw Peter he gave you a look that said ‘the friend was a boy?’ to which you quickly nodded. “Peter this is my dad,” you introduced him as he shook Peter’s hand.
“Nice to meet you sir,” he greeted trying to keep his voice from shaking.
“It’s wonderful to meet you Pete,” he said with a grin that made his whole face seem younger. Peter was relieved he wasn’t the kind of ‘I’ll kill you if you talk to my daughter’ kind of dads. Cause Peter really liked you and wanted your parents to like him too. Also he didn’t want to deal with another dad’s plot to kill him. He had enough of that from Liz’s dad. “So how do you know our pumpkin?” he teased knowing how that name embarrassed you in front of people.
“I’ve been helping Y/n with her math for the past couple weeks,” he answered more at ease. This widened your dad’s smile as he turned to you.
“Finally a smart one,” he whispered not-so-quietly as you grabbed Peter’s arm hauling him away from your dad.
“I think mom’s calling you from the kitchen-”
“Funny I didn’t hear her,” he said with a teasing look.
“Well she did so you should definitely go over there and help her. Away from here,” you insisted as you brought Peter to your room. Door open of course. “Sorry about that,” you apologized as you sat on your bed but Peter was wearing a genuine smile.
“No it’s okay it’s...refreshing,” he replied as a reminder washed over you about how he probably hasn’t been in a full family dynamic for a while. You felt guilt and at the same time someone passed by your room but stopped.
“Y/n has a boy in her room!” you heard your brother’s voice shout at the top of his lungs as he raced down the hallway.
“And a cute one at that!” your mom chirped.
“Mom!” You wanted your bed to swallow you up but Peter was laughing his ass off. “So if you couldn’t tell my mom really likes you,” you joked to take the attention off of your burning face.
“I didn’t know you had a little brother,” he observed as his laughs died down.
“Yeah his name’s Tommy and he’s a little pain,” you replied as Peter took a seat at your desk, “but I love him or whatever.” The two of you talked for a bit before your mom called you into the kitchen to help cook. Apparently your dad had ‘a bit of trouble’ with the cornbread.
“I’ll be back in a bit. I’d say talk with my dad or brother but they’ll definitely embarrass me so…” you drawled out before popping into the kitchen. You helped your mom out but the entire time your mind was on Peter, you could hear conversation and laughing from the room over. Gosh I hope it’s nothing too embarrassing. You wouldn’t put it passed your dad to tell every embarrassing story while you weren’t there to defend yourself. As you put the cornbread in the oven you heard a key part of the conversation.
“That’s why she’s afraid of birds.” Oh geez. That means he told the story of how when you were in the fourth grade your dad gave you bread to feed to the pigeons but then they all swarmed you and didn’t leave you alone. Then you ran crying to your dad. He even got a picture of them all attacking you. Rushing to the living room you whined, “Dad! You’re not suppose to tell my friends humiliating stories about me.” But he just gave you a look that meant ‘oops sorry not sorry’.
“No, I like them. They’re cute,” he insisted as your mom walked into the room. For the next twenty minutes you all fell into easy conversation. Peter even got the Tommy seal of approval, mainly because they started geeking out over Star Wars. Once everything was ready you all migrated to the kitchen and started eating dinner. This is when your dad decided it’d be the perfect opportunity to start grilling him on his future. Peter answered all of the question with ease causing your parents to like him even better. You got the feeling that if you didn’t date him soon they’d be crushed. Wait whAT?! Why’d you think that? Where did that thought even come from? Date him? You didn’t even know if he liked you! Your face suddenly became very hot and you prayed that Peter didn’t notice. Unfortunately he did.
“Hey, you okay?” he asked as his eyebrows contorted together in concern.
“Yep! I’m fine. Just peachy!” you claimed as you took a giant swig of your water. You were starting to act weird and you knew it. Your parents knew it too which made it even worse. They were subtly teasing you the entire time. Poor Peter didn’t know what was happening and all the jokes went over his head. Finally the night started coming to an end and your family was saying their goodbyes. Tommy told him that he had to let him help with building Peter’s lego Star Wars set. Peter promised he’d come over with it sometime. You walked him outside of your apartment door, closing it behind you. Realizing you were still wearing his jacket, you tried to give it back to him.
“Keep it. You look better in it than I do,” he replied with a small blush on his cheeks. You swore your heart was going to jump out of your chest.
“Thanks Peter.” You both knew you were staring too long. Then Peter’s gaze slipped to your lips. After a short pause he spoke up.
“Y/n?” he whispered quietly looking back into your eyes.
“Yeah Pete?” you asked holding your breath. You were both so close to each other now.
“Can I-may I kiss you?”
“Yes.” And he did just that. He leaned down and kissed you. His lips tasted faintly of the peppermint cookies your mom served earlier. You kissed him back and he saw fireworks. His left hand came up to cradle your face as the two of you broke away. Both of your faces were bright crimson as expected.
“Well, I-I guess I’ll see you at school?” he stuttered out as he rubbed the back of his neck.
“Yeah! I’ll see you then,” you said as you opened up your door, “have a good night Peter.”
“You too Y/n.” As soon as you closed your door he whisper-shouted excitedly. He just kissed you! And you kissed him back!
After tonight you knew Peter was definitely going to be coming over a lot more.
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Pinescone Secret Santa
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Pinescone Secret Santa for @oakwoodouroboros-fics-and-art on tumblr!
Takes place after Gravity Falls. Wirt and Greg have gone up to Gravity Falls with Dipper and his family, and while everyone else is out, Dipper and Wirt decide to do a little hiking on their own.
Wirt wiped the sweat from his forehead. It was winter up in Gravity Falls, and he and his brother were spending their holiday vacation with the Pines family. Everyone else was out of the Shack visiting with friends, and Dipper had wanted to take Wirt on a hike through the woods. It was pretty cold for a hike, and Wirt could take or leave the forest, given some of his past experiences. But Dipper’s eyes had shone with excitement, and he was so eager to show Wirt his favorite bits of Gravity Falls weirdness, that Wirt couldn’t help but say yes. So they’d bundled up in sweaters and gloves, packed some food, and set off into the forest.
That was five hours ago.
Wirt took off his gloves. Hiking had made him way too hot, and his feet were aching. “Dipper, if we are lost in the woods again…”
“We’re not lost!”
“We’ve been hiking for hours. In circles. See that tree?” He pointed. “That’s from twenty minutes ago. When I lost my sanity.”
Dipper stopped and looked around. They’d reached a small, flat clearing, still carpeted with grass even with the approaching winter. “Well…I guess this is as good a place as any to –”
Wirt dropped his backpack with a thud and collapsed to the ground.
“– stop. Er…yeah.”
Wirt rolled over onto his back and let his arms flop out to the sides. “I feel a sudden and profound kinship with Sisyphus, pushing his boulder time and again to the top of the hill, just as we circle endlessly in this eternal forest. I am weary in my very soul.”
Dipper cracked a grin. “Sorry, Wirt.”
Wirt waved a hand and then let it drop back to the grass with a sigh, closing his eyes. The chilled ground felt great through his sweater. Not to mention that his feet and legs were practically creaking with relief at the opportunity to rest. It sort of reminded him of when he and Greg slept in the woods in the unknown. Right now Greg was off doing who-knew-what with Dipper’s sister, Mabel. He wondered if Greg was as tired as Wirt felt right now.
There came a scratching noise.
He cracked an eye open. Dipper was scribbling furiously in his journal.
“Oh, please tell me there’s not some magic bug thing in my hair.”
“Hang on one second, don’t move.”
Wirt swallowed. “There is, isn’t there? Oh man, if my hair turns blue like last time I –”
“Tada!”
Dipper held up his journal. He’d drawn a sketch of Wirt laying in the clearing, completely relaxed in the downy grass, an expression of perfect peace on his face.
Wirt blushed. “That is so unfairly cute.”
“Yes, you are!” Dipper said cheerfully, snapping the book shut. “I’ve gotta make a record of every amazing thing I see. And that includes a certain future Poet Laureate.”
“Don’t forget his muse, with the blessing of the heavens on his brow and the map to my heart in his hands.”
“Oh now who’s being unfairly cute?”
Dipper grinned and lay down on the grass next to Wirt, his head pillowed on Wirt’s arm. Wirt scooted him closer and turned, so Dipper’s hair brushed against his cheek like butterfly wings. Dipper drew one arm around Wirt and they lay there, just breathing, the quiet noises of the forest drifting over them, the cool air kissing their cheeks. He was already cooling off, but Dipper’s body radiated warmth and comfort. He sighed deeply. Maybe hiking for hours wasn’t so bad after all.
Suddenly Dipper’s radio crackled with static.
“Dipper? Are you there?”
Dipper groaned and reached for the radio. “Yeah, Mabel, I’m here.”
“You’re back home by now, right?”
“No, but we’re close.” Wirt swatted him playfully and Dipper smothered a laugh. “Sort of close. Why?”
“So HAHA FUNNY STORY! You know that magic weather druid-rock we found last Spring and weren’t supposed to touch?”
“You didn’t.”
A shadow fell over them and they looked up. A massive wall of clouds was slowly moving across the sky, dark and foreboding. The air temperature started dropping so fast the hairs on Wirt’s arms stood straight up.
There was a buzz of static. “– to show Grunkle Ford!” Mabel said. “We’re all up at the Manor, so we’re inside and we’re safe – Greg too – only we might have caused a –” A burst of static cut her off. The storm was so vast and heavy Wirt’s ears actually popped from the pressure, and he could feel the weight of it on his chest. Thunder boomed and the clouds unleashed a blinding fury of snow and ice.
“BLIZZARD!”
They jumped to their feet and ran. Wind struck their backs and thin shards of ice cut at their hands and faces. And they were just at the edge of it!
“Dipper! Where’s the Shack?!”
“Dead ahead, I think!”
“You think?!” Wirt yelled. “This is it! We’re gonna get caught in a snowstorm and freeze to death!”
“Less talking, more AAH!”
They braked hard as a tree in front of them gave a mighty CRACK and one of the upper limbs began to fall. Dipper slammed into Wirt’s side, knocking them to the right. He hit the ground with a thud and heard Dipper give a sharp cry.
“Dipper!”
“I’m fine!”
He wiggled out from the edge of the branch, his backpack slung on his arm. Wirt pulled him out the rest of the way, squinting as snowflakes sliced at his eyes and face. The snow was thickening and the wind was now so strong Wirt was crouching to keep from being swept away.
“THE SHACK!” he yelled over the gale.
Dipper started to point and gasped, holding his arm. Wirt grabbed his boyfriend around the shoulders and ran, lengthening his stride. The wind screamed in his ear. He glanced back and saw nothing but a wall of pure white, swallowing whole trees, eating up the ground like a rabid beast. He ran faster but the storm was practically on top of them. They’d be swallowed up in seconds.  His heart pounded.
Oh man oh man we’re gonna die we’re gonna –
Dipper yanked his hair and yelled. The Shack was ahead of them, slightly to the left, its dark peak already half-covered in white. He ran toward it. His legs ached and his lungs screamed and the snow drove icy fingers of death down his back –
They reached the door and Dipper hurled himself at it, forcing it open. Wirt tripped and crashed to the floor, dragging Dipper down with him. Dipper flung out a leg and kicked the door shut just as the blizzard reached the Shack, pounding furiously at the door, shaking the windows, whistling angrily from somewhere in the rafters like a very ticked-off tea kettle. The already-dark cabin slipped fully into the shadows as the windows darkened, so completely full of snow it was like someone had pressed pillows to every pane. The rafters creaked and groaned, and the shingles rattled, but the bones of the house stood firm.
For a second Wirt and Dipper lay on the floor, limbs tangled together, both of them breathing hard. Then Wirt dropped to the floor and started laughing.
“We made it!” he gasped. “I can’t believe we made it!”
Dipper went down on his elbow, half-smiling. “Yeah! Funny weather though! Oregon, am I right?”
Wirt laughed harder. It wasn’t even that funny, and at the same time he’d never heard a funnier joke in his life. The wind moaned against the wall and Wirt couldn’t catch his breath for laughing. Tears leaked out of his eyes.
“Geez, Wirt,” Dipper chuckled, raising a hand to push his damp bangs out of his eyes. Instantly his face turned white and he dropped his hand.
“Wh-what?” Wirt gasped, glancing up at Dipper. “You – okay?”
Dipper didn’t answer, just sat up with a low hiss, one arm pressing the other to his side. “I think the branch got me.”
Wirt sat up too, still breathing hard, and touched his boyfriend’s shoulder. Dipper turned obligingly.
Wirt held back a hiss of his own. The tree limb must’ve hit Dipper with its outermost branches – the ones that weren’t as heavy, but were even more flexible. It had cut across Dipper’s back like a whip, slicing a jagged line in Dipper’s sweater and leaving a nasty welt. Wirt very carefully pulled the fabric away from the skin and saw bruises already darkening along the line.
“It really stings,” Dipper said through gritted teeth. His teeth were starting to chatter, too. They were both nearly soaked from the snow, and Wirt’s socks were soggy with melted ice. He shivered.
One of his fingertips brushed Dipper’s wound and he jolted.
“S-sorry,” Wirt stammered. “Can you walk? If you g-get us dry clothes, I’ll m-m-make something to w-warm us up.”
“We should g-get these off, first,” Dipper said, motioning to their clothes. “At least our shirts and socks.”
Wirt was really freezing now, and his fingers felt like frozen fish sticks, but he grudgingly complied. When he took off his socks his feet were blue – actually blue, like a cold winter lake. But the worst part was taking off Dipper’s sweater. Wirt had to help him, and even then Dipper’s face was tight with pain.
They left their clothes by the door and stumbled down the hall together. Dipper and Mabel were staying in the attic for the summer, but the stairs might be dangerous with their lack of coordination, so they went to the study where Wirt was staying and grabbed two pairs of pants and some of his thickest sweaters. Dipper stepped into the hallway to get changed.
If Wirt thought his legs had ached before, it was nothing compared to how they felt now. They prickled and ached and were somehow weirdly hot even though he was freezing. And they seem to weigh about 200 pounds each. Changing into sweatpants left him shaking with exhaustion. When he was done he leaned heavily on the dresser, debating the merits of collapsing face-first on the floor.
Dipper knocked at the door. “Wirt?”
“Almost done.” The door looked so far away.
“Hurry. We need to start a fire and get draaagh…”
Wirt forced his legs to the door and opened it. Dipper had braced himself against the wall, holding his shoulder. He grinned weakly.
“Th-thought that’d get you.”
Wirt winced and pulled Dipper towards him, so he was leaning on Wirt instead of the wall. They moved stiffly back to the front of the Shack and into the parlor, the wind whistling bitterly in the cracks of the Shack.
Dipper’s friend (Soup? Stew?) had turned the parlor into a second living room, with two big couches that folded out into beds for the old uncle guys. It had a big rug, a coffee table, some book cases, and most importantly, a brick fire place complete with a stack of wood three feet high.
Dipper let go of Wirt and reached for the lighter and the newspaper on the coffee table. Wirt knelt on the brick and began loading log after log into the hearth.
“Easy,” Dipper said, with a small laugh. “If you pile on t-too many the f-f-fire won’t start.”
“I will never b-be warm ag-g-gain,” Wirt chattered. “Not unless we s-s-set the whole Sh-Shack on fire.”
“Let’s p-put a pin in that.”
Dipper pulled sheets of paper from the newspaper and threw them on the logs, then clicked the lighter. Wirt forced himself to stand up, staggered over to a couch, and grabbed the thick blankets that had been piled on top. He came back and sat down, pulling the blankets around them as tight as he could without scraping Dipper’s back.
“We should really di-disinfect that,” Wirt muttered.
“Mmm.”
The storm was still pounding outside. They huddled together and sat so close to the fire their knees practically touched the metal grate. For a second Wirt wondered whether Greg was okay (haha, whether), but then he remembered Mabel had said they were all safe and sound.
A sudden breath of cold air touched Wirt’s neck and he shivered, scooting even closer to Dipper. His boyfriend dropped his head on Wirt’s shoulder with a sigh. Wirt’s eyelids drooped. The flames flickered higher, warming his numb face, making his cheeks tingle. He was so heavy, and so, so tired…
Dipper woke up slowly. His first thought was that he and Wirt had fallen asleep in the clearing, and his back sort of hurt because he’d laid down on some rocks. Then the full memory of the blizzard slammed into his brain and the pain on his back roared to life.
“Ow ow ow owwww,” he muttered. He opened his eyes.
He and Wirt had fallen asleep in front of the fire. The storm was still going outside, and the fire had burned low. But he was wrapped up in thick warm blankets, and Wirt had somehow tipped over and sprawled across Dipper’s lap like blanket, snoring and all. Dipper smiled and gently brushed Wirt’s bangs from his face.
Wirt gave a snort and opened his eyes, glancing up at Dipper.
“Are we dead?” Wirt asked. “Because all of my muscles hurt like we’re dead.”
Dipper grinned. “If we are, then we must be in heaven…because I think I see an angel.”
Wirt groaned. “Well you poetry is clearly dead…”
Dipper laughed and then winced as the skin on his back pulled. Wirt groaned and struggled to sit up, wiping at his face with his hand.
“Alright, okay, I’m awake. Can you turn so I can see your back?”
He did, letting the blanket fall away. Wirt pulled up his shirt, carefully avoiding touching it.
“Okay, well the good news is, I don’t see broken skin. The bad news is that all the skin I do see involves all the colors of the rainbow.”
“Hurts like it does,” Dipper admitted. “Honestly it’s a good thing Mabel does such good knitting, or that thing probably would’ve sliced me way worse.”
He held back a hiss when Wirt let the shirt fall down. Wirt tucked the blanket carefully around Dipper again and then leaned forward to add more wood to the fire.
“Okay,” Wirt said, standing up. “I’m going to get some ice for that –”
Dipper groaned. “Not more ice.”
“– and you are going to sit there like a good little mollusk until I get back.”
“Can you at least bring snacks?”
“Yes, but only for me.”
Dipper let out a smothered snort. Wirt moved away, yawning, and in a minute he was out of sight.
Dipper looked around. It was warm, but it was also pretty dark in here, since the only illumination was the fire. He got to his feet slowly, using the coffee table for balance. His joints popped and cracked and he suddenly had a deep sympathy for his Grunkle Stan’s arthritis. He stepped carefully to the standing lamp and flicked on the light. Instantly the whole room looked much brighter, warmer, and safer, in spite of the snow still hurling itself against the glass. He looked around again. Now if only he could find…aha! Right by Great-Uncle Ford’s sofa was a fresh pad of paper and a pen. Perfect.
When Wirt came back he had again situated himself in front of the fire, hiding what he’d done under his blanket.
“Oh good!” he said, spotting the tray in Wirt’s hands. “You brought food! You are my favorite person ever I am so hungry.”
Wirt raised an eyebrow. “You turned on the light? I told you not to get up. Now I get to eat the snacks all by myself.”
“Oh c'moooon,” Dipper groaned. He looked at Wirt with his best puppy dog eyes. “Please? I’m so hungry I’m dying…”
“Oh, fine,” Wirt mumbled, blushing bright red. “But ice pack first. Put it on your back and then hold it there by leaning against the coffee table.”
Wirt handed him the ice and Dipper complied, settling the blanket carefully around him. Wirt set down the tray and they made short work of the pretzels, Smoreos, and instant hot chocolate loaded with marshmallows.
“How long d'you think the storm’s gonna last?” Wirt said minutes, nodding toward the window, a Smoreo in his hand.
Dipper shrugged. “Probably until my Great-Uncle Ford can figure out a way to turn off the magic rock. So not long. I don’t know how long we were asleep, though, so who knows how long it’s been since it started.”
“I know.” Wirt yawned hugely. “Feels like we napped for days and I’m still tired.”
He grinned. “That’ll happen when you run like crazy from a blizzard after five hours of hiking.”
“On that note –” Wirt pointed at Dipper “I am never ever hiking with you again. I happen to like my nose on my body, not sliced off by frostbite’s ruthless cleaver.”
“Aw, c'mon! This was a one time thing!” Dipper nudged him with an elbow. “You know you were having tons of fun until the deadly blizzard!”
Wirt rolled his eyes. “Keywords in there are ‘deadly blizzard’, Dipper.  Bilzzards are not my thing.“
“Fair point, fair point. Counterpoint, if you don’t hike with me, then you will be deprived of epic poetry material forever. Two dashing young heroes narrowly escaping the indomitable forces of nature? Tell methat doesn’t have ‘epic’ written all over it.”
“Weeeeeeelllll…”  Wurt was trying not to smile. 
Dipper grinned. “Alright, then…would this change your mind?”
He pulled Ford’s notepad from under his blanket and held it up. On it he had drawn himself and Wirt asleep in front of the fire, one of Dipper’s arms draped across Wirt’s shoulders, with Wirt pillowed in Dipper’s lap, ensconced in layers of thick fluffy blankets.
Wirt turned bright red all the way to the tips of his ears. “That is so unfairly cute.”
Dipper laughed (carefully) and patted the floor next to him, inviting Wirt to come closer. Wirt grabbed his blankets and obliged, pulling the tray closer. He grabbed the pot of hot chocolate from the tray and refilled both their cups, then settled back comfortably against the coffee table. They weren’t cold anymore, but they pressed together anyway, shoulder to shoulder and knee to knee. The ice was doing wonders for his back, too. He took another sip of chocolate so he wouldn’t get too cold. The steam from the mug was soft and soothing.
Suddenly Wirt shifted. “Uh, Dipper, why is there a face in the flames?”
“Hmm?” He glanced up. “Oh that’s just one of those little soot ball things. Like from that one movie with the cranky girl who does all the chores? Mabel named it Cinderfuzzyballofcutenessella, but we just call it Fuzzy.”
Wirt grumbled under his breath. “The next time I see your sister remind me keep her far, far, far away from anything paranormal.”
Dipper chuckled and snuggled closer to Wirt. The fire burned strong and bright in the hearth, the smell of chocolate filled the air, and Wirt’s whole body warmed Dipper right to his soul, filling him with peace.
He rested his head on Wirt’s shoulder and drifted back to sleep.
He rested his head on Wirt’s shoulder and drifted back to sleep.
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“How can you say it’s not big?” - Chanyeol Imagine -
Hey everyone! Admin Nine here! I found this prompt in the kpop tag and thought this suited Chanyeol lmao. Alright let’s get to it!
Requested?: Nope!
Warnings: Misguided dirty thoughts (nothing that’s nsfw)
Genre: Funny and fluffy I hope
People: Chanyeol x reader, Baekhyun
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“Hellooooo~ Is anybody home?” 
As he welcomed himself into your apartment, Baekhyun greeted the empty living room loudly, hoping that you and your boyfriend could hear him wherever you were. He placed his coat and your apartment’s spare key on the coffee table before he graciously flopped on your couch. He checked his phone as he waited for you two.
“It’s 6:10, guys! It’s time to go!” Baekhyun called out lazily, not really caring if the three of you were late or not. 
“Just a minute, Baekhyun!” You shouted from the bedroom, feeling rushed as you and Chanyeol were ten minutes late for dinner with the members. Chanyeol had finally decided it was time for you to meet the remaining members of EXO and introduce you as his girlfriend. You felt blood rush to your head in panic, feeling worried that you were already ruining their first impression of you by being late. So far only you were finished dressing for tonight’s fancy evening, while Chanyeol was still picking out an outfit.
“Y/N, do you think I should wear blue or grey tonight?” Chanyeol said, holding up two identical suits, albeit in different colors.
“Channie, it really doesn’t matter. You see them everyday remember? It’s not like you’re having dinner with my parents,” you said, teasing him about his indecisiveness. “Seriously, why do you take so long to get ready?”
“Hey, I like to look my best all the time okay?~ Plus I know you love when I’m all dressed up.” Chanyeol said with a huge grin that spread across his face, ear to ear, as he laid the suits on the bed. Chanyeol then casually walks over to you, bending over slightly to put his hands on your waist. “If you want me to hurry up so bad then come here and pick out an outfit for me.” 
“Aren’t you a little old to have someone pick out your clothes?” you giggled, “But if you insist. Hmm, I don’t know. These suits look a bit worn out, don’t ya think?” You could tell he had worn these many times, from the small stains near the collars. “How about the-”
“Y/N? CHANYEOL? WHERE’S THE TV REMOTE?” Baekhyun screeched from the living room, clearly not realizing you could hear him perfectly without the shouting. “IF YOU’RE GOING TO TAKE A WHILE I WANT TO BE ENTERTAINED.”
“Jesus- FIGURE IT OUT BAEKHYUN! AND NO SCREAMING IN MY HOUSE. THESE WALLS ARE THIN,” you replied equally as loud, with a tinge of annoyance in your voice. “Okay, Yeol, let’s see what else is in your closet.” You rushed over to his designated closet. After a hurried search, all you could find were casual clothes he kept for when he stayed over. “Crap…OH. I may have something actually!” Sprinting across to your dresser, you pulled out a large, black box from the bottom cabinet. “I’ve been meaning to give this to you as a gift for when you meet my parents, but I think this will do!”
Chanyeol excitedly opened your gift, pulling out a large, sleek, and black suit. His mouth opened in shock, knowing by the high quality that this suit was slightly above your average pay check. 
“You bought this for me? Why would- where did- this is so cool, Y/N!” Putting down the box carefully and lifting up the suit, Chanyeol quickly begins to change into his gift. 
“CHAN! Don’t take your clothes off so suddenly!” You exclaim, flustered by his casual stripping. “Aww, come on Y/N~ It’s nothing you haven’t seen already, hehe~” Your boyfriend teases as he comes closer to you, giving you a gentle kiss on the nose.
“I CAN HEAR YOU GUYS,” Baekhyun interupts. “DON’T DO ANYTHING FRISKY.”
“It’s none of your bUSINESS, BAEK!”
“IF YOU ARE, USE PROTECTION!!”
“GO AWAY, BAEKYUN!” your boyfriend interjects. 
Annoyed by the interruption, Chanyeol quickly puts on his suit so he can scold his best friend. After a few minutes, you both realize a crucial mistake about your generous gift. Now standing in front of a mirror, Chanyeol realizes that the suit is. way. too. big.
“Y/N… I know that I tower over you and all, and that I am quite tall… but what were you thinking when you bought this? I’m not this tall!” Pouting about your mistake, Chanyeol stood with his arms crossed, trying his best to look angry despite his “suit paws” making him look five times more adorable. The pants went incredibly past his ankles, all the way down to the floor. 
Holding in your laughter, you try and tell him that the suit wasn’t that big. “You’re making this into a big deal, pfft… It’s, ha, not THAT big, hAHAHA.”
“Y/N, how can you look me in the eye, and say it’s not big? IT’S HUGE! Y/N! Stop laughing!” Caught in a fit of laughter, Chanyeol uses the moment and rushes over to tackle you into a playful headlock. You both begin to laugh, but the fun only lasts for a second, however. Unfortunately, he crashes into you so carelessly that you both end up colliding onto the floor, causing a booming thud to be heard by Baekhyun.
Worried, Baekhyun shouts once again to get your attention. “You guys? Are you alright?” Getting up from the couch, he creeps up to the hallway leading to your bedroom door. “You guys better not be getting crazy in there, haha.” Laughing nervously, Baekhyun put his ear to the door, listening for anything suspicious.
“How can you say it’s not big, Y/N? Huh? This thing is HUGE!”
“I didn’t know it was this big, okay? I mean I knew you were enormous, but I guess I was mistaken okay?! Now get off me.”
Hearing your giggles, Baekhyun, for the first time in a long time, was absolutely speechless. “What kind of couple would have sex while someone was next door?”, he thought. Flustered that you two were, to what he believed, actually doing the do while he was in the apartment, he decided to impulsively open the door and expose you both.
“Guys, I just told you not to not to get frisky wha- oh…uh, um… ahem.” 
Instead of finding two lovers in intimacy, he found Chanyeol sitting on top of you, ticking you into submission. Surprised by the sudden outburst, Chanyeol quickly gets off of you and focuses his attention onto Baekhyun.
“You think we were- That we? AH, UM, BAEKHYUN! If you thought we were doing it… why did you-” Chanyeol stutters, turning bright pink as each word escapes his mouth.
“YOU KNOW WHAT? WHY DON’T WE JUST GO TO DINNER OKAY?” Baekhyun suggests before Chanyeol can finish his sentence. Far too embarrassed to prolong this conversation, he quickly rushes out of the room. Before you can react, you hear him grab his things and exit the apartment.
“I… I can’t even process this right now.” 
“Same… Anyway, we are now twenty minutes late. Let’s go, okay?”
“Uhh, if you say so, Y/N.”
“Yeah, let’s go,” you say as you straighten out his outfit. Grabbing your things, you quickly pull down Chanyeol by his tie and give him a quick kiss on the lips and rush out the door.
“Everyone is going to make fun of me in this suit, aren’t they?”
“Absolutely.”
“And Baekhyun’s not going to be able to look at us all night, isn’t he?”
“Absolutely.”
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Sorry this was kind of shit and long, I’m not good at imagines. I like reactions better lmao. Thanks for reading! Remember, requests are open so hit us up!
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spellyjane · 6 years
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Big Island Splash, Mash, Dash!
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Belated Aloha, forgive me for taking two weeks to write this!
I thought we had landed on the moon as I descended the plane stairs onto the island of black volcanic rubble. After nine plus hours of flying I had arrived at Triathlon Mecca, Kona, a little town on a wisp of land in the middle of a massive ocean, noisy with wind and hot as hades.
Hawaii is halfway between Sydney and Chicago so provided the perfect location for a rendezvous with my Dad whom I had not seen for over a year. (Aww, thanks for coming and sharing this with me Dad. ×××)
“Downtown” Kona is small and super cute but that week was COMPLETELY overrun with compression-wear trussed, trucker hat clad, slightly weather beaten, uber athletic types. I almost fit right in.
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I was pleased to get up and out of the hype on my first night, having a home cooked meal with my dear friends Ben and Lillian at their B&B located on a flower farm way above Kona. Ben and Lillian are a fab couple I met running in Jersey City. I laughed off their prediction back in 2013 after my first 70.3 that I would one day race at Kona, thinking of course that will never happen because I will NEVER do an Ironman. I was beyond flattered to receive a message from these guys on my return home from IM Texas with my IMWC slot secured, telling me that they had booked their flights to Kona! Just wow.
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At the suggestion of a friend I had signed up for the big charity Underpants run. Yes! Why not? It is for charity, I figured that if I had to endure running along behind ironmen in their tighty whities, well it would be worth it, for the charity of course. I wore a pair of huge granny dacks sporting a kangaroo waving an Aussie flag on the butt and dragged my poor Dad to the start line. He did not run, just observed… (that sounds way more creepy that it really was.) I met up with some friends Mike, a seasoned Kona participant and Jeff a green Kona rookie just like me.
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We had a hoot, Mike and Jeff were happy to be stuck behind the Coeur Team girls, how shallow, I mean really? Post run “analysis” and breakfast at Evolution hit the spot. Oh a tip for Underpants Run rookies I gleaned from post race observation: sweaty tighty whities may leave you exposing a whole lot more than you anticipated.
Simon arrived on the Thursday. We had decided to leave the kids solo in Chicago… just kidding, our friends Alex and Theresa stepped in there. Theresa was so super cute, she called the schools to make sure the boys got there ok, drove the boys to their after school triathlon sessions and gave up their whole weekend too! What a load off our minds, we were so grateful.
I was able to squeeze in some down time. Dad, Simon and I spent Thursday afternoon sitting on the lanai of our apartment sipping a beer, watching the sun go down, taking a million photos and solving the world’s problems. I don't get to chill with my Dad too often, spending time with my Dad like that has left a warm little glow in my heart. It was one of my favorite moments of the trip. (My Dad hates being in photos, but I do manage to snag him in a few pics on this trip.)
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As amiable and easy going as you all know me to be, I knew I would be prone to a little pre Ironman World Championships fretting. I did not want to expose my loved ones to my potential dragon lady side so I sent Simon and Dad off to explore Volcano National Park on the other side of the Island on Friday. A rather unwelcome visitor arrived on Friday, perhaps the best euphemism I can use is “Aunt Flo”, what a cow, she was not invited and I was not expecting to see her. She threw me in a bit of a spin, but I pulled it together and added dealing with that to my race plan.
I got my race gear together, checked my bike and checked in. What an awesome hype! I had forgotten that I had listed my occupation on the Ironman registration form as “Secret Agent.” As I walked down the red carpet to check in they called me out, “Here is Kelly Phuah, she is competing in the women’s 45-49 age group…” [pause] “she is a secret agent!” Haha, cover blown!
I was welcomed into Transition by my very own volunteer escort, Craig. Craig and his wife,  from Seattle, have been coming to the big Island for the last 10 years to volunteer for IMWC!
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Whaaat!? I know right? Gulp, I felt a little overwhelmed at that moment. I racked my bike, hung my transition bags.  Then I stood for a few moments on the red carpet, I let myself feel special for being there before heading off to eat and find an air conditioner!
I found my friend Mike and we talked race stuff and spectator logistics tips while sipping protein shakes with our feet up. It was the perfect pre race afternoon.
Dinner that night was right down in the middle of all the action at Honu’s, overlooking the athlete area and swim start with Ben, Lillian, Dad and Simon. There was much discussion over the spectator plans and I shared my hopeful race splits to help them know where I would be at certain times. I was worried about how the day was going to be for everyone who had come all that way to watch. I knew it would be a long hot day for them too.
I had to have the Hawaiian Pizza, oh wow, caramelized pineapple and kalua shredded pork, It was awesome!
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I got antsy all of a sudden in the middle of dinner when I realised that I was doing a freaking Ironman the next day. I rushed our farewells with Ben and Lillian and dragged Dad and Simon home. I have no clear memory of going to bed or how I slept, my mind just leaps to Simon and I driving down Alii Drive at 4am!
Race Day
Goal: under 11hrs.
Gosh, how much detail can you handle? Do I make it sound epic and glamorous? I guess if you are reading this then you are either a really good friend or a weird triathlon junkie so I will just give you the ugly truth.
Treading water with 600 other women waiting for the start canon was crazy. Everyone was apologetically kicking each other. I looked back at the crowd on the shore and the pier and let the swell of excitement pick me up. I sighted the 1st boat and wiggled a little closer to the front. The cannon boomed and we turned from polite and apologetic to tiger sharks. I was kicked, swam over and grabbed, I had to restart my watch 3 times because the stop button was kicked. I am quite sure I did my fair share of kicking others too, it was impossible not to. And at one stage I found myself laying completely on top of another athlete, I have no idea where she,came from!
I found my rhythm eventually and was able to start really swimming. By about half way I could feel my speedsuit cutting into my neck and throat as I was sighting and turning to breathe. It left quite a good chafe and I looked like I had been strangled. I snuck a peak at my watch as we made the turn at the boats, I was happy to see I was on schedule for my goal of a sub 70min swim. I was enjoying the water, it was clear and fairly calm. I could see the bottom. I picked out a blue swim cap on the bottom and wondered if it’s owner was down there too. I made the last push to the pier and grabbed the stairs, I ripped off my speed suit with glee and made my way around to T1 on wobbly legs.
1:09:42
I rinsed off my face with some fresh water, grabbed my bag and dove into the tent, and with the help of another volunteer it was suit off, socks on, shoes on, glasses on, food in pocket, loo stop #1 and out to my bike. Helmet on and go go go.
4:44
Yay!! Spotted my posse as I took off on the bike.
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Lol, my Dad showing me the way to go…
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I settled in and got out onto the Queen K thinking ok Kona, show me what you’ve got, bring it, do your worst.
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I had a plan, hold watts for an IF around .68-.69. Yeah, naa, that just did not feel right. I was hot and pushing those watts just felt a little more taxing than it should so I backed off a little and kept a closer eye on my effort than my watts. I guess the wind was kind because even at the lower watts I was still on schedule for a 5:40 bike.
The best tip from Mike, stay wet all day. So at every aid station I was grabbing a cold bottle of water and pouring it all over my body, it was keeping me relatively cool.
I was keeping an eye out for girls in my age group, I passed a few and but noticed as we got closer to the finish that we were all getting a little feisty and not letting each other get too far away.
The climb up to Hawi was the first time that I really felt good, not being familiar with the course had made me a little reserved but when I hit that climb I felt like I just had this one hard bit and I was more than half way. I made the turn for home at the top and launched myself down that descent with a mission. So much fun! I was ticking down the miles and aiming to be out on the run course in under 7hrs and that kept me on the gas all the way back into Kona.
Ugh, triathletes are disgusting, the visor on my helmet was totally aero but also saved me from taking a snot rocket the face. “Dude!!” I shouted as I passed, he looked really sorry, but still, look over your shoulder before you launch. Same goes for the girl taking a wee. Being splashed by someone else's piss is not cool either.
My guts were feeling a little sketchy nearing the end of the bike, I took a couple of Imodium hoping to hold off the horrible tummy cramps etc I seem to be prone to on the run.
I came hurtling down the bike finish chute, eyeballing my volunteer bike catcher, I dismounted like a swan gliding in for a landing on a lake while seamlessly passing my bike to the catcher. They will probably be playing that footage in the Kona highlights, because it was so  freaking pro.
5:38:48
Into T2 in my socks, grabbed by bag, ripping off clothes as I ran, sort of like Superman - until my arms got hopelessly snagged in my super tight bike jersey and I resembled something more like a mad person trying to escape a straightjacket.  Yay for those volunteers. So, shoes on, race belt in hand, loo stop #2 and off on the run.  
4:33
Bahaaa, happens every time, my body rejoices for the 1st 2 km and I am lulled into a false sense of, “Oh hell yeah, I am going to be so amazing.” A quick glance at my overall time on my watch had me out on the run course in under 7 hours, yessss. I felt so confident that I was going to make that 11hr goal.  All I had to do was manage a 4 hr marathon. Then at about kilometer 3 it began to suck.  I saw my posse again at around this point, Simon and Ben ran alongside, giving me my position in the field and who was where, at that moment, they could have told me that there was a lion chasing me and it would not have made the bit of difference to my pace.  
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I ran on in misery, downing a couple more Imodium for my increasingly cranky gut.  I had been taking salt tabs every hour, I had had mucho electrolytes and fluids on the bike and about 200 cals/hr all tried and tested and to plan.
Anyway, my mood began to shift, the discomfort in my gut was relieved for a little while.  I was given a huge piece of ice at an aid station. I sucked it, rubbed it on my body, down my legs and sides, down my arms and over my face, I bit little pieces off and when it was small enough it put it down my top. (My gosh, that almost sound erotic - it quite possibly was!) By the time I was heading back along Alii Drive and saw my posse again, I was a different girl.
I got down to business, thinking, tidy posture, keep hydrated and wet.  I was sad to see a few girls in my AG glide by but just kept to my own race and reminded myself that a sub 11 hr race was my goal and that racing someone else's game was not smart. There were 2 more loo stops on the run course, the last being out on Energy Lab road with about 16k / 10miles to go.  After that I was feeling much better. I made it up out of the Energy Lab climb and headed for home gritting my teeth to hold on to that 4 hr marathon but intermittently smiling because I totally knew I was going to do it.
I was surprised to see another friend Liz cheering me on as I turned off the Queen K down Palani rd. Eek, that downhill was ugly, ouch, I felt like a robot, horrible form that I just could not fix at that point. I nearly cried when Simon told me I had a mile to go. A mile! Oh just make this OVER! Finally I entered the finish chute with an idiotic grin, feeling emotional, tired and proud. I punched the air 2 times as I crossed the finish line.
3:58:44
Total time: 10:56:31, 16/88 F45-49 
So much room for improvement!
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A friend asked me that night if I was keen to do it again, it only took one sleep for that answer to go from no way to yeah, I need another crack at that.
I got to spend another couple of days with Dad before we took off to opposite sides of the earth again. I was glad we got to see the town transform back into the cute little town it is 51 weeks of the year.
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Mahalo!
I am surrounded by really hard working and intelligent people, people who inspire me to push myself and to be humble. (Well, I try with the humble bit.) I don't know many people more hard working and intelligent than Simon, he blows me away with his own dedication and humility and I live my life struggling to keep up with him. He is my biggest fan and I would not be doing any of this without his support.
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My race experience was made really special with the support and fun with Ben, Lillian, Dad, Mike, Jeff, Liz and and Simon. Oh guys, thanks a million.
The online messages and texts from my family, my INTENT team mates, and friends were wonderful!! Pre race pep talks from my very good friend Jeff kept me in check. Much love to everyone who was following my race online and cheering along at home
My coach Rick Schopp at INTENT is also one of those inspiring people, I have put myself into painville at his instruction so many times but I am still here, I am still keen and I am getting faster. He has shown me that the pain pays off. Sending me the Urban dictionary definition of whinge when I slightly lost my shit during my second last intense training week leading into Kona was just the kick in the pants I needed.  
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(That sounds rough, he may have added a few additional kind words in there too.)
Much love to Alex and Theresa for taking great care of our boys while we were away.
Many thanks to the volunteers who gave their time and to the super cute little town of Kona for letting us take over!
Mahalo xo
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Now I count down just a few weeks to Ironman Cozumel before we pack up and make the very exciting move to Denver, Colorado!  Two more years in the USA before we head back to Australia.
Pic credits: Thanks Ben, Lillian and Simon
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curseofbunny · 7 years
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Day One: Lazy Mornings
Bringing to the world: Iziristo!! Yeah Izira/Mephisto/Iris it’s a guilty pleasure ot3 of mine haha
for reference, it’s a human au and they’re the following ages: Izira (34), Mephisto (27), Iris (24). They’re all consenting adults and if i even hear one word of nonsense i will kindly show u to the block button
additionally: ao3 link
anyways~
Izira hears distant sirens before she hears the soft breathing on either side of her. The buzzing of the fly caught in the hallway light, the soft tap tap tap of the raindrops on the balcony, the purring of her kitten on the pillow behind her head.
She blinks, slowly, letting the grey of the early morning drizzle color the world around her. The warmth of the dark wood ceiling does nothing to stop the chill seeping into her bones, nor does turning her head to the right, avoiding the mound of blonde hair, and spotting the soft red glow of the digital clock.
5:57 AM. She had plenty of time.
The mound of blonde stirs slowly and rolls toward her, towards the warmth, her hair getting in Izira’s face. It was the hazard of the younger girl leaving her hair free, and Izira couldn’t help but slowly pull her arms free, careful not to dislodge the boy with an arm slung over her hip, and slowly try to make sense of Iris’ hair.
The clock ticks. Her fingers make quick work of detangling, occasionally sparing a few seconds to braid parts together, but by the end Iris’ face is freed, snuggled into the blankets near the top of Izira’s ribcage and not minding as her hair gets tugged into a lopsided low ponytail.
“Tired of getting hair in your nose?” The whisper creaks like an offending floorboard, and Izira presses her cold toes to his ankle as punishment for startling her.
“Maybe. You?”
“I don’t know. I don’t usually get in the middle.” Mephisto rolls over slowly, pressing his back to hers instead, and sighing. “Ready to start the day?”
“Mmm…” Izira combs her fingers through Iris’ hair, regarding the tangled mass with pride. “Can’t it wait a little longer?”
His surprised laugh is loud too, and he sits up, taking the blanket with him. She shivers and reaches for the sheet that he’d been sleeping on top of, but he snatches it before she can catch it and scoops up the kitten from her pillow.
“You love that cat more than you love me.” She sighs, resting her face on Iris’ pillow and stealing some of the other girl’s blankets.
“You can feed yourself with that attitude.” He rolls his eyes.
He leaves the door open when he turns on the hallway light, likely heading for the kitchen. A minute later there’s the gentle rattling of pots and pans, and cabinets being opened, proving her theory.
Under her protective blanket-and-body-cocoon, Iris stirs again. She wriggles up until she can press her face, so cold despite the heat, to Izira’s collarbone, and sneak a gentle kiss.
“You up?” Izira pulled back a tad. Iris followed the movement, snaking her arms around the older girl’s middle.
“Maybe… maybe you’re still asleep.” And there came the soft mumble.
“No philosophy until tea.” Izira whispered, petting her hair. “Come on, let me up.”
The blonde squeezes tighter for a minute before pulling back and sprawling on her back, letting Izira sit up and stretch.
“I like when you’re not in the bed. Too cramped!” Izira calls to Mephisto, climbing over Iris to get to the closet and pull her bathrobe down.
“Then buy a bigger bed, hotshot!”
Iris laughs from under the blankets. “I like this bed.”
“You like anything that you can hog.” Izira tied the strap for the robe loosely and crossed back to the patch of light and the mound of blankets. “Now, up.”
6:00
She yanks the blankets down.
Iris gives her a look like she’s been betrayed, but it’s too early to care. Izira steps into the hallway, running her fingers through her hair.
Mephisto is facing the stove, nothing on but the stolen sheet, with the kitten left comfortably on the counter as he nibbled on his breakfast.
“Iris still in bed?”
“Duh.”
“How late did she get in?”
“After me.”
He clucked his tongue, poking the sausage with the spatula. “And how late did you get in?”
“Ten.”
He shook his head, combing a hand through his hair. “Did you let her sleep?”
“She can sleep after breakfast.” Izira headed for the counter next to him. “Did you boil me some water?”
“Of course. Blueberry, chamomile, or peppermint?”
“I’m thinking…” She pulled the box down from the cabinet and fished for the right teabag. “Rasberry.”
“Ooh, spicing it up today.” He bumped her hip, and Izira couldn’t help but giggle.
“I like to keep people on their toes.”
“Well, not everyone can keep up with a former ballet dancer when it comes to being on their toes.”
“Never said I played fair.” Izira grabs two mugs and drops the teabags, raspberry for herself and strawberry-rooibos for Iris, into them.
“Who never said they what?” comes from the doorway, Iris yawning and rubbing her eyes. The hairtie had slid down a bit in the process of getting up, but instead of annoying it was now endearing. Izira nodded to the seats on the other side of the island, Iris already sliding into one of the stools.
“Nothing. Do you have an audition today?”
Iris nodded slowly, reaching across the counter for an orange. “For that TV show you guys wanted me to get onto.”
“Oh really?” Mephisto flipped the cap on the kettle as it started to whistle, leaning his hip against the counter. “The one with the singing or the one with the basil thing?”
“It was cinnamon.” Izira snuck another spatula out of the drawer and swatted him on the ass with it. “The one with the singing or the one with the cinnamon thing?”
Iris picked at the orange, chunks of peel sliding off easily. “The one with the superheroes.”
“Right!” Izira tossed the spatula into the sink. “Weren’t you auditioning for the best friend?”
“The rival.” Mephisto corrected, sneaking a booty bump as payback for the stinging spot on his rear. “Remember?”
Iris giggled and shoved some hair out of her face with the back of her hand, the huge t-shirt sliding down her shoulder. “Yeah, the rival.”
Mephisto hit his chest, eyebrows up and mouth pursed in the satisfied smirk of a winner. “Boom.”
Izira flapped a towel in his face and got to work pouring the tea. “Oh shut it. What, and you’re working on the same case today?”
“Ugh, don’t remind me. We’ll get the Remy case, I swear.”
“One of you will~”
Iris rolled her eyes and abandoned the half-peeled orange to go to the fridge for a handful of grapes. “Stop teasing him. We both know he’ll manage to pull a hat trick in the end and win the case over Talia.”
Izira gasped. “Ye of little faith! My sister is great with cases.”
“And they’re both just paralegals fighting for the partnership, Zi, come on.” Iris leaned on the counter behind the both of them. “Phisto, you can do it.”
“And that is why I make Iris lunch but not you.” He reaches over to tap Izira’s nose.
Iris popped the grapes into her mouth with a smile.
Izira doesn’t mention that it’s also usually because Iris doesn’t get home until it’s too late to see either of them.
They lapse into silence for a moment, just three adults in a kitchen with sizzling sausage and bellpeppers and a bowl of rice in the microwave, a comfortable silence.
Iris looks over at their kitten and finishes off the grapes as she goes over to pet him. “Is Socks eating enough?”
“Yeah, he just has a tummy ache. He ate a cockroach yesterday, my favorite little boy.” Mephisto cooed over the bellpeppers, squeezing to the side to let Izira get to the creamer and sugar. “He’s such a good cat.”
“And you were annoyed when Talia made you take him.” Izira clucked her tongue. “Careful, I’ll tell her you got attached.”
He gasped. “You wouldn’t!”
“You know I would.” Izira offered Iris’ mug to her, letting the other girl take it as she sipped her own. “And you know I’d do it at lunch, when she had time to tease you.”
The microwave goes off long enough to distract him into pulling the rice out, but it doesn’t save Talia from his dirty look. Iris snickers between sips of her tea, her other hand absentmindedly rubbing the kitten’s stomach. This was good for both of them, as it gave her something to do with her hands and gave Socks a great start to his morning.
Izira glanced at the clock over the hall doorway, clucking her tongue. 6:19. She’d have to get ready for work soon.
Mephisto got to work preparing three plates, sparing no detail. The rice, the sausage and bellpepper, the light sprinkle of salt and pepper, then pulling the waffle that he’d snuck into the waffle maker out, cutting it up, and adding it to the corner of each plate and leaving the fourth side for Iris’ lunch. For Izira’s he adds raspberry preserves, for his own butter and syrup, for Iris’ some leftover apple filling from the pie he’d made a day or two before.
Mornings were good.
Izira sighs and settles into a chair. It’s cold under her bare legs, the robe not reaching very far and her panties not covering much besides her ass. “Oof, pass me a plate.” She rubbed her hands together. “Iris, can you grab some forks?”
“You forgot to grab them yourself?” She clucked a tongue and ducked around Mephisto’s side to pull a few from the drying rack. He set the plates in front of Izira and Iris’ near forgotten orange, then doubles back to grab his own glass of water.
Izira shrugs, and Iris offers everyone some silverware, settling into her seat and starting to eat.
It’s silent for a few minutes, just everyone and the cat enjoying their meals, tired but happy just to be around each other. Their days were very busy, but that was okay. They had each other.
“Did you ever figure out the discrepancy on the financials?” Mephisto asked between bites, looking at his plate but directing his question towards the only high-profile CEO in the room.
Izira hummed. “I’m still working on it, but I have a feeling that someone just forgot a receipt. It was too big to have been stolen by anyone smart enough to be stealing, and too irregular to be associated with a transfer. I mean, nobody would steal 315,073 dollars and 82 cents, right? That’s too random. I’m almost done with reviewing the books too, so I know who did it and I can demote their ass and get someone more competent to take over that department.”
Mephisto nods. “Good. I know you were stressing out, I’m glad it’s almost fixed.”
Izira stabbed a sausage with her fork. “What, you doubted me?”
Iris poked Izira in the side. “We were worried about you. Your job is the most stressful-“
“Ahem!” Mephisto placed an offended hand on his chest as he interrupted. “I am a lawyer working with our beautiful girlfriend’s little sister! If I fuck her over, I’m pissing off everyone in this arrangement.”
Iris gave him a big frown, and he purposefully ate a piece of his waffle to quiet himself.
“As I was saying, your job is the most stressful so we just wanted it to go smoothly.”
“Mephisto, you might be working with my sister, but I’m working with your,” She tucks a stray piece of hair behind Iris’ ear. “Parents.”
“So we’re all stressed and we’re all in tight spots. Little sister, parents, press.” She pointed at each of them in turn. “We make it work.”
Izira hummed and glanced between them.
6:38
“Yeah, we do.”
She popped a piece of her waffle into her mouth and moaned a bit, smiling. “So good.”
Her boyfriend preened. “I don’t make anything less.”
Iris giggled at them both and sipped her tea.
Yeah, mornings were good.
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cutegirlmayra · 7 years
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You should do a spicy boom!sonamy prompt ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) Ok for real tho, would you write some cute, fluff, slightly angst boom! Sonamy prompt? I need some feels! Btw you're awesome I love all of your work. Is the only thing I've been reading for the last week and I'm obsess
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Haha, just kidding! I would love to do some fluff~ I’m still not quite sure on the definition of ‘spicy’? But I think it means ‘steamy’ right? Well, I think you were kidding, right? Cause you said, ‘but for real’ so I’ll go with fluff, cute, and some mild angst. Boom is hard cause it’s not very easy to place these two in a moment of vulnerability besides-….
Besides-
…..Oh my gosh.
(Also thank you so much!!! XD I know it’s a deep pool of prompts to swim through since 2 or 3 years of writing these suckers but I thank you for liking them so much~
Prompt:
Sonic walked with a wide swing in his step, looking around before directly to Amy, and seeing what she was doing on the ground.
“Uh… Ames? Not that I’m trying to be a bother to your… ‘experimentation’ thing or whatnot, but…” he shook his hands in the air, looking a little bored before leaning over to see what she was doing, fiddling with what looked like puzzle pieces placed in a slider.
“Sorry, Sonic. I know I called you over here for your speedy abilities, but I honestly can’t seem to figure out this… stupid… errkk!!!” she tried to slide one more square piece over, tugging and struggling before getting it’s rusty self in place.
“Ha!” Amy was forced back by her own power, but the titles in the small square glowed suddenly, and Sonic’s mouth formed an ‘o’ as he leaned back.
“I did it!” Amy jumped back forward, holding her hands up triumphantly. “Okay, now I need you to- AHHH!!”
The two were suddenly pulled into the small, miniature vortex and spiraled into it, becoming small and only pint-sized selves.
“Oh no!” Amy looked herself over, “The effects of those ancient geared tablets must have triggered some form of…. of an ancient shrink ray!” she gripped her head, looking worried. “I must have misread it!” she suddenly ran over to a large book, hitting it open and then looking down at the page as Sonic raced up to look at her.
“It’s no use… it’s all the way on page 380…” she looked at all the pages, seeing how hard it was to flip each individual one separately.
Sonic jumped up, gesturing to himself and for her to move as she smiled and got by his side.
She laughed as she jumped while he ran over the pages, having them flip quickly under his speedy shoes before she was finally able to see the right page.
“Oh! Stop, stop, stop!” she motioned her hand out before dropping to her knees, using her hand to read over the now large printed words.
“Shoot!” she hit her hand to the paper, “I thought it said sight array, not shrink ray!”
“How could you mess those up?” Sonic had his arms folded, before parting them with a shrug and leaning his head back, “They don’t even sound the same!” He then looked back at her with the expression that he was somehow smarter at getting this than her.
As he shook his head in complete haughtiness, she just stared at him as if he had no idea what the difference was in hieroglyphics and modern language.
“Some things can mean a number of things, Sonic.” she rolled her eyes, and continued to read. “Now… let’s figure out how to fix this…”
“Pfft, boring!” Sonic jumped down from the book, taking off a ways.
“W-wait! You can’t just go! It’s dangerous!” Amy stood up, looking upset and worried before he about faced, hearing her words, and coming back.
“Did I hear dangerous?” he gave her a funny look, “Amy, I’m magnetically pulled to dangerous!”
“I really hope you weren’t just winging words there.” Amy insulted, as he did in fact looked offended.
“What’s your problem?! You act like I can’t understand anything!” Sonic put a hand to his hip and then gestured up to her, “Like, what? You’re some sort of ‘high scholar’ above of me?” he turned around, folding his arms and looking behind himself, pouting in a grumpy way.
“Well… yes.” Amy nonchalantly answered, even looking up a moment to bounce her shoulders as if that was ‘matter-of-factly’ a true statement, and then looked back at him with drooped eyelids. “And you’re point is?”
“Augh! I don’t need this!” Sonic threw his hands up in the air, fed up with her attitude as he was about to take off again.
“Wait!”
“Sorry comes after the brooding, Amy. You know this.” he stayed bent down in his running pose, arms up and ready to swing out like a running man and his toe tipped up to start the first step.
“No, not that! I mean, how am I gonna get around if you take off like that?” she jogged to the corner of the book, and looked down over at him.
“Sonic… we can’t just abandon each other!”
He slid his mouth to the side of his muzzle, narrowing his eyes and drooping his eyelids as if he wasn’t really disagreeing on that comment… but he could just go if he wanted too..
“…Sonic?..”
Her voice turned more desperate.
He looked down, his frown slowly stretching out and untensing.
“Please?”
He shook his head and ruffled his hands in his quills, getting up and waltzing back to her. “Ahhh.. fine! FINE! But you have to say you’re sorry!” He stuck a finger up at her, still looking upset.
“Fine.” Amy nodded, liking that deal as she sat pretty up top, tilting her head slightly side to side to rustle her own quills into a neater place from looking down. “I’m sorry for referencing that most men are blind idiots who state their opinions as fact.” she smiled down to Sonic.
She acted so innocent…
He hated it.
He glared and puffed up his own chest, “Oh yeah? Well, I’m sorry for referring to all women as pompous and stubborn!” he folded his arms, turning away. “Acting so high and mighty… but then needing someone to cuddle with in the dark~” he suddenly mocked her by throwing his arms around himself, then placing his hands together and to the side of his face, as if doting or acting ‘feminine’ as he pretended to sleep and close his eyes.
His eyes shot back open when he heard a battlecry and looked up, jumping a bit in shock and parting his legs, racing away as Amy came down with a hammer.
The dust piled up and he coughed while fanning it away.
She breathed loudly, looking ticked.
“YOU WANNA GO!?”
“Yes. Thank you. Adios!” he nodded, saluted her with a flick of his two, put together fingers goodbye, and was about to race off.
“STOP!”
“WHHHYYY…?” he groaned, swinging his arms down and back around himself in a huge, over-exaggerated whine.
He looked to her with arched eyes, as if so done with fighting her already.
“I thought that’s what you want!”
“We need to get that-!” She pointed to the tablet’s holder. “To Tails!” she threw her pointed finger down, looking ready to chew his head off.
“Hmph. And why should I help you?” he folded his arms, sticking his tongue at her before turning his head away. “All you ever do is unappreciated me.”
“Excuse me?” she raised an eyebrow, confused by his wording.
“You never listen to me!” he suddenly over-acted, flinging the back of his hand’s wrist up to his forehead, leaning himself back. “I’m all alone in this big empty world, and all I ever wanted was for you to notice me! Ah!” he suddenly dropped to his knees, laying with an arm supporting him up, looking helpless, and clearly seeming to reference a previous conversation he must have had with Amy Rose…
“I’m just a woman! With feelings too!” he kept mocking, and as he did so, Amy’s face shifted from anger to hurt, as if he was making fun of her feelings when she had spoken those words long ago.
“But of course! You wouldn’t understand!” he hit his hand down in a fists, “Because, what? What!?” he suddenly threw his hands up to his face, shaking his head back before glaring at her, turning back to his old self.
“Because men don’t understand love!?”
He bounced himself up and walked over to her, looking much more serious as she stepped back, a little afraid that he wasn’t just acting anymore…
“I came here to help you! Not be told I’m stupid!” he thrust a finger at her, and she tripped over the side of the book’s cover, hitting the stacked papers to break her fall.
“..A-Ames?” he suddenly pulled away, worried.
She looked down, sniffing as she rubbed her nose and got up.
“Is that what you think of my feelings?” She walked past him, before looking up as she did so, “That their a drama to be acted out?” she looked deeply hurt, and turned away as she squinted her eyes shut, before running off to get the tablet, pushing it as it started to jut-forward.
“…H-hey now… hold on! I’m the one that’s suppose to be offended and hurt here!” he stomped his foot down. “Don’t suddenly make this about you!”
She kept struggling to push it, but little by little, she got it going.
“Just don’t come, Sonic! I get it! You’re better off alone…” she looked away from him as she passed, before his face drooped and he watched in sorrow as she pushed the square puzzle passed him.
He outstretched an arm, “Amy..?”
He had taken it a bit too far, and looked away, scanning the ground as if he could find answers there.
“Ah, man…” he rubbed his head again, before he moved down to his neck, looking regretful.
“Amy… Ah, Ames. Don’t push it yourself!” he gave in to his better nature, rushing up and helping her push, causing the square to go must faster.
“I said I didn’t need your help anymore!” Amy felt the ease on her shoulders while she pushed, but it didn’t change the fact of how she was feeling toward his little act back there…
“Look, okay, I have feee… feeel… feelllllingggsss toooo…” he contorted his face and mouth as if saying that was difficult, before shaking his head and sighing as if relieved he got it out.
“Ah, there. Now we’re doing what you love to do. Talking about the inner-crisis of our teenage lives!” he kid, still shoving the darn thing forward.
“At this rate, we’ll get to Tails’s soon enough!” he then stated, as Amy looked back at his expression…
She smiled.
At least he tried.
The two finally made it, with a sandy and dirt trail behind them, to Tails.
Changing them back, just before he did so, Amy and Sonic stood in the box that Tails had closed the door on.
She bounced her feet, looking up and waiting expectantly for the beam to change them back to normal.
Sonic looked away, as if nervous, before scratching the tip of his head, and turning back to her, putting his hands together.
“Umm… A-about what I said…”
“Forgiven. Now brace yourself.” she happily squinted her eyes.
He looked back up to her, almost sorrowfully, before chuckling lightly and leaning closer to her.
“No.. about not treating your feelings fairly.”
“It’s in the past! Afterall, you’re a ‘solo-rider’ I get that.” she continued to let it all go, but Sonic just frowned more, trying to be real with her.
“…Ames, I wasn’t lying when I said I liked danger.”
The computer started rotating a countdown.
“Yeah? So?” Amy kept her eyes closed, still acting cheery like she didn’t care what he said.
He looked more gently to her, his eyes showing more in them then what he was saying.
If only her eyes were open to see.
“I mean…” He leaned closer, as tenderly as he could, he leaned his head behind her shoulder.
“I’m not afraid of the most terrifyingly, dangerous adventure any hedgehog could ever go on…”
The computer started counting down from 3…2….1…
“What’s that?”
“Loving a stubborn woman.”
Her eyes shot open, turning to look at him as he moved his head, acting as though he hadn’t done or said anything.
“Geronimo!”
The two zapped back to normal sizes, as the door was flung open in a light of blue.
Tails raced up before watching Sonic spin out the window, and then went to open the swinging close door for Amy, but she just knocked it clear off it’s hinges with her hammer, chasing after him with large smiles on her face.
And if there could be, hearts piling out around her from thin air.
“Soooooniiicccc~″
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