#ehh I’ll probably come back and explain this once I feel better cause I’m still sick and dying sjskksks

[birdinabowl]

the same people who slander Rose because of her mistakes are the same ones who would hate her if she didn’t make those mistakes because she’d be a Mary Sue

characters are allowed to do bad things or make mistakes but it doesn’t mean they’re morally bad

[marwritesgood]

Changes | S. Harrington

Pairing: Steve x Henderson!Reader

Timeframe: Season 3

Summary: When Dustin asks his sister to take him to Scoops Ahoy so he can see Steve, she knows it’s time to break the news to him.

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A/N: Send your requests in! I’m finishing Season 3 as we speak.

“Henderson! He’s back!”

When Dustin kept nagging me to drive him to Starcourt so he could see Steve for the first time since getting back from camp, I would have never anticipated the greeting they gave one another the minute Steve bursted through the doors.

“You got the job,” Dustin exclaimed, grinning happily. I knew he was disappointed about not reaching Suzie, and his friends not welcoming the way he wanted, so it was nice to see him happy again for a change.

“I got the job!” Steve laughed back, matching Dustin’s enthusiasm, something I had gotten mildly used to during our time together over the summer so far. 

After the two exchanged a complex, yet extremely dorky handshake, I sighed and leaned against the counter. Robin and I shared an amused glance, before turning our attention back to the two boys who were giggling, for having completed their elaborate handshake which ended with them pretending to vomit. Classic.

“How many children are you friends with?” Robin asked from behind the register. I tried my best to stifle the urge to laugh, but Steve’s inability to respond to her question sent me reeling.

“Okay, alright,” he droned, acting like he didn’t appreciate mine and Robin’s amusement, however, his unfazed grin suggested otherwise. “Henderson, you look like you’re in need of some ice cream, yeah? On the house.”

“Alright,” Dustin cheered. I didn’t think it would be possible for his mood to improve even more, but ice cream has that kind of effect on people. “I could go for a banana split boat.”

“You got it,” Steve answered, before turning to me with a smirk. “I think I might need an extra set of hands though, since Robin’s working the counter-”

“Oh jeez,” Robin sighed, knowing exactly where he was going with this.

“Y/n? Could you gimme some help?”

“Suuure,” I answered, in my artificially sweet tone. I hadn’t broken the news to Dustin yet, that Steve and I were dating, and he was making it really difficult to hide with all of his smirks and side glances. “Dusty, go save us a table and we’ll bring it out to you, yeah?”

“Okay,” he answered, too overcome with joy and excitement to take note of anything weird in our behaviour. Thank goodness.

After Dustin began walking towards the closest empty table he could find, Steve took my hand and gently pulled me along as he hastily made his way to the back room of Ships Ahoy, making sure my little brother wasn’t looking.

“You haven’t told him yet, have you?”

“I tried to,” I said, trying to reason with him. We had agreed that I would tell Dustin about our relationship as soon as he got home from camp, but with his friends surprising him and him getting disappointed when he couldn’t reach Suzie, it got increasingly difficult to bring up. “But then Mike and El bailed on him, and he couldn’t get Suzie to reply so Lucas and Max still don’t believe she’s real, and I didn’t want to overwhelm him.”

“Babe, slow down,” Steve said softly, placing both of his hands on my shoulders and breathing deeply, so that I could follow.

“He was just really bummed out,” I explained. “And he was super excited to see you, and I didn’t wanna change that.”

“Okay, I get it. We’ll just tell him now. Together... After we give him the ice cream, yeah?” I nodded after chuckling lightly. “But, I gotta ask... Was he... The only one excited to come see me again?”

He didn’t wait a second, to pull me closer to him, and snaking his arms around my lower back. As he leaned in towards me, staring intently at my lips, I placed my hand on his shoulders and kept him from getting any closer.

“What are you doing? He can probably see our silhouettes.”

“Aw, c’mon,” he whined, frowning as he reluctantly leaned back. He still kept his around me, and gently tightened his grasp. “I haven’t seen you all week. Can’t I have just one kiss before we break your little brother’s heart?”

“Well I’ll be damned. Do my ears deceive me?” I gasped dramatically, before linking my fingers together behind his neck. “Have I been transported to an alternate dimension, or is the Steve Harrington actually begging?”

“You know what you do to me,” he leaned close and whispered in my ear. It was needless to say that, even after years of dealing with his bullshit, and almost an entire month of dealing with his whining, he still knew just what to say to make my heart jump.

“Tell you what,” I began, before slowing pulling away from Steve, who reluctantly released his grasp. “You help me get through breaking the news to Dustin, and I’ll consider ‘accidentally’ making my way over to your place after I drop him off at home. Deal?”

I hold my hand out for him to shake, the way we always would when making deals. A tradition that dates back to our time together in middle school. But, instead of shaking my hand, Steve takes hold of it, lifts it up, and kisses the back of it. Before I can react, he quickly turns towards the ice cream tubs, and begins assembling the banana split boat.

“You’re such a dork,” I laughed, before helping him with the toppings. 

After we finished Dustin’s banana split, I held the door open for Steve so he could take it to the table where he sat. We had been in the back room for at least twenty minutes, but Dustin’s excitement remained unfazed. This both warmed my heart and brought me a strong feeling of unease. 

“Hey Y/n,” Robin called out to me, as I followed Steve towards the table. When I turned to face her, she held out a cone with two scoops of my favourite flavour of ice cream. “For you... You look like you need it.”

“Angel, Robin,” I muttered, before eagerly taking the ice cream from her hands. “You are an angel. A whole fucking guardian one.”

She tipped her hat off, making me chuckle, before I turned to see Steve sitting with Dustin. I walked over to their table, and sat on the left side , so that Dustin was inbetween Steve and I. They were in the middle of a conversation about Suzie, Dustin’s girlfriend. 

“No way,” Steve said, shaking his head at Dustin, who lifted a heaped spoonful of ice cream to his mouth. “Hotter than Phoebe Cates? No way.”

“What was that Steve?” I asked in annoyance, daring him to call another woman hot in front of me again. He quickly realised I was at the table too, and smiled cheekily at me. “Hm? Oh, nothing,” he answered.

“So do you really just get to eat as much of this as you want?” 

Dustin was an easily mesmerised kid, I knew that better than anyone. The prospect of free unlimited food, however, was something he will forever be blown away by.

“Yeah, I mean sure,” Steve shrugged. “It’s not really a good idea for me, though. You know, ‘cause I gotta keep in shape for...”

I raised my eyebrows, and Robin did too from her spot all the way from behind the register. Was this really how he wanted to tell my little brother we were dating? Steven quickly noticed my expression of concern, and kept himself from finishing the sentence with my name.

“... the ladies.”

“The ladies?” Dustin repeated, amused by Steve’s response.

“Yeah, the ladies, Steve?” I repeated, in a more aggressive tone, with eyebrows still raised and eyes widened. Steve found my expression entertaining, and smiled playfully in response

“Yeah. The ladies,” he affirmed. “One girl in particular, actually. She’s about Y/n’s height. Works with Miss Byers at Melvald’s. I think you know her?”

“She sounds like a real catch,” I exclaimed, whilst smiling proudly.

“Ehh,” Steve muttered, tilting his head from side to side. I pretended to be angry, and glared playfully at him. He returned the favour. “She’s alright. Never lets me kiss her, though. And her family members are a little weird.”

“Is that so?” I asked dramatically, crossing my arms in an exaggerated manner.

“Oh yeah,” he answered, a bit too quickly for my likings. “She has this little brother-”

Before we could keep playing the little act we found ourselves playing, Dustin cut in. Only then did we realise how confused the poor kid must have been, and how horrible of a job we were doing in easing him into the news. Perhaps the bandaid approach was our only option.

“What’s going on? Am I missing something?”

“We... We have to tell you something,” Steve explained, before nodding towards me. Once Dustin turned to face me, I took a deep breath before beginning. 

“Buddy,” I murmured, causing Dustin to immediately groan as though he were in excruciating pain. “What?”

“You only call me buddy when you tell me bad news,” he said, and just like that his expression was completely drained of all the joy and enthusiasm he was initially overflowed with after his reunion with Steve. “So, what is it this time? Are you moving away? Is Steve terminally ill? Did you two go on a date while I was away?”

I suppose for a kid who grew up playing DnD, we should have anticipated he would be great at figuring out what people are gonna do or say next. When Steve and I remained silent, Dustin’s jaw dropped.

“You guys went on a date while I was away?!”

“No,” Steve answered defensively, trying to get Dustin to calm down. “I’ve taken her out on at least 7 dates while you were away.”

I lifted my hand up to my face and sighed. Robin did the same, having been able to see and hear everything that was happening. 

“WHAT?!”

“Dusty, calm down,” I said softly, placing my hand on his shoulder, less in an attempt to soothe him and more as a precautionary measure in case he stood up to do something. 

“My sister, Steve?... Really? Of all the girls in this fucking town, you decide to go for my sister.”

“Hey,” I cried out in offence.

“Ugh, you know what I mean,” Dustin says, frustrated. “Why didn’t you guys tell me? Y/n, you sent me two whole letters while I was away... You didn’t think the fact that you and Steve were sucking faces is something important to note in?”

“I knew you’d react like this,” I explained calmly, trying to mellow down the mood of our conversation. 

“Because everything is changing,” he cried. I glanced over at Steve briefly, and he looked just as gutted as I was. After taking yet another deep breath, I wrapped my arm around Dustin’s shoulder.

“Look, Dusty, I get that a lot of things are changing,” I began. “But change doesn’t always have to be a bad thing.”

“Yeah,” Steve chimed in. “And just because Y/n and I are- I don’t wanna say sucking faces.”

“Yeah, please don’t,” I warned.

“Just because we’re going out, doesn’t mean anything else is gonna change too,” he explained. “Y/n’s still gonna be your sister, and I’ll still be here for you whenever you need. If anything, things are changing for the better.”

I had to hand it to him. Steve would make a great mom.

“I guess it is pretty cool that you guys are sucking faces.”

“-Again, I do not like that phrase,” I muttered, making both of them chuckle.

“And I s’pose if anyone’s gonna date my sister, I’m glad it’s you, Steve, and not someone like... Like that guy you were talking about before- Matt Lewinsky.”

“Right?! That guy is so lame. Spent all of last season on the bench.”

“Okay, moving on,” I said, as I rolled my eyes. I had heard enough of Steve’s complaints about Lewinsky to last a lifetime. I was not about to sit and listen to another one. “Are you okay now, Dust? Are we good?”

“Yeah,” he sighed, before reaching for the rest of his banana split. “Just... Don’t... do couple stuff in front of me. I’m cool with you two dating, but that doesn’t mean I’m not weirded out by it.”

“So, you’re saying it’d be weird for you if I did this?”

As Dustin leaned over to finish his banana split, Steve stood up as much as he could, and leaned towards me, pecking my lips quickly, but long enough for my little brother to squirm. I giggled, both amused by Steve’s antics and relieved that our relationship was out in the open now.

“I finally got my fucking kiss,” Steve stated proudly, completely unbothered by how very visibly bothered Dustin was. 

Deep down, we both knew the kid was happy that of all the teenagers falling in love this summer, his sister and the guy he looked up to did so with one another.

[tobimikesan]

The Second Uniforms - Haikyuu!! Light Novel Vol. 10

As requested by anon. Sorry it’s taking so long! It’s a cute little chapter between Kiyoko-san and Yacchan. Translation under the cut.

The first day of Spring High, the night after Karasuno High School Volleyball Club won their highly-anticipated first match. Once they’re done with the team meeting for the match against Hyogo representative Inarizaki High School tomorrow, the members walk out to their respective rooms in the ryokan. Among them, their advisor and coach Takeda Ittetsu calls out to the manager Shimizu Kiyoko.

“I just got a message from the committee the regarding the uniform for the match against Inarizaki tomorrow....”

Shimizu turns around and calmly replies, “Is it the second uniform?”

Takeda is caught off guard by how good her guess is. “Yes, exactly,” he answers while pushing his glasses up.

“I’ll get them ready for the match,” Shimizu bows and exits the room. Walking down the corridor, she lets out a chuckle. She’s reminded of a certain happening after school the other day.

---

“Second... uniform?”, asks the first year manager Yachi in the club room one day before practice.

“Yep,” Shimizu searches inside the locker and takes out two paper bags from the cleaners. “There’s another one beside what we usually wear,” she adds while taking out a piece from the paper bag. Seems like they have been left inside the paper bags all this while, the plastic cover from the cleaners are still on. “Here, this one,” she passes it over to Yachi.

“Ah, right,” Yachi opens up the plastic cover and takes a look at the content.

“Orange... uniform? Which school’s...” Just as she says that, she notices the word ‘Karasuno’ written on the chest.

“Wait, it’s ours!?”

Shimizu laughs looking at Yachi’s popped out eyes, “Yep.”

Karasuno’s uniform is black with orange accent on the collar and side area, but this one is the complete opposite -- orange with black accent.

“I didn’t know we have this inverted version. It’s like Nishinoya-san’s uniform. Somehow having so many of them seems blinding to my eyes....”

“It’s my first time seeing this, but did we use to wear it a lot?” Yachi continues while bringing the uniform up towards the lights.

Shimizu lightly hums while jogging her memories. “Hmm, I don’t think I’ve ever seen it used in an actual match. Hmm, I wonder....”

“So it’s that uncommon,” Yachi nods. But suddenly, “Ah, but,” and Shimizu looks at her.

“Um, why do we need two different types? Even if we have two matches in one day, to purposefully get one in different colors...”

“That’s because it will be confusing if the opponent team has the same colors.”

Shimizu proceeds to explain, “Remember Aoba Jousai and Datekou? Their uniform colors are similar right?”

Aoba Jousai, the team led by the prefecture’s number one setter Oikawa Tooru, and Datekou, the team boasting the iron wall block, come to Yachi’s mind.

“Ah, right. Both of them have white uniforms with green accent.”

“Yep. That’s why when they are having a match against each other, one of them will be wearing its second uniforms. You can pay attention to it next time.”

“Yes!” Yachi neatly notes down ‘Second Uniform’ on her notebook that appears out of nowhere. Since joining the club, Yachi has been taking detailed notes daily and memorizing things like volleyball rules and the managers’ duties. Looking at her serious junior, Shimizu feels at ease knowing that she can rely on her. But right at this point, that same junior mutters as she jots down, “Seijou vs Datekou match... looked confused...” while trembling.

Shimizu smiles lightly at that, but quickly turns into a serious expression. “There’s also another important reason,” she adds quietly.

“Uh, ah, right! Wh- what would that be?”

Still holding her pen and notebook, Yachi quickly straightens up. Shimizu moves closer and continues in hushed voice.

“You know that Spring High matches are aired on TV, right?”

“Ah, yes. If I’m not mistaken, there will be TV personality too, right?”

Shimizu nods, “Yep. So at that time, if both team have similar color schemes...”

“Color schemes?”

Yachi’s mom works at a design company, so hearing about colors she reflexively leans forward. Shimizu then whispers into her ear, “... it won’t be TV-worthy.”

Hearing those unexpected words, Yachi was at a loss for words.

Uh, TV-worthy is... What is TV-worthy again? Something like Insta-worthy? Eh, but... Ehh?

Seeing the flabbergasted Yachi, Shimizu lets out a chuckle. “Just kidding, it’s just a rumor.”

“Rumor....” Yachi lets out a sigh and feels her strength has left her.

Still feeling drained, Yachi thinks that it’s true TV might do something like that. After all, the set on TV shows are always so bright, it looks like Christmas light-up everyday. The wardrobe too, always stylish and pretty.... A match between black and black, surely it would be a bit too gloomy. And if it’s too gloomy, it can’t be good for the ratings... Yep, the bright colors, like this second uniform bright, would be better for TV ratings. Yep. But, surely the opponent team would’ve thought as much. That means we have to pick the TV-worthy color first....

“That means... the color that will win against any color scheme. We need to research on the strongest color....”

Seeing the serious look on Yachi’s face, Shimizu went, “Hm?”

“Ah... no, I mean, so- sorry! I was just thinking about the TV ratings...”

“TV ratings?”

Tilting her head, Shimizu puts the uniform back into the paper bag. “Well, anyway, I couldn’t recall when was the last time we took these second uniforms to the cleaners, so what about we take them there once more before Spring High?”

“Ah, yes! Th- that’s true! ... Ah, that’s not it! I’m sorry for troubling you. I’ll do it!” Yachi comes to her senses and takes the uniforms from Shimizu’s hand.

Looking at the uniforms, Shimizu mutters, “Come to think of it, I heard that you shouldn’t leave clothes on the plastic covers.”

“Eh, is that so?”

Having stored the uniforms back, the two take the occasion to tidy up the club room a bit while having a chitchat.

“It’s something about the lack of ventilation causing the germs to grow more easily instead.”

“Eh.... I always put my clothes on the drawers with the plastic cover on. I’m such an uncivilized person!”

“No, me too. Despite knowing about it, I left the uniforms on the plastic cover.”

Hearing that, Yachi brings her hands to her head, “Again.... I didn’t think before I speak and said something rude.... I wish the ground would just open up and swallow me.”

“No, Hitoka-chan, look, don’t go hiding inside the locker please.”

Leaving the tasks at the gymnasium to Yachi, Shimizu brings the second uniforms down to Uchizawa Cleaning. She too will be retiring once Spring High ends, so she wants to give Yachi the chance to get used to the manager’s duties while she can.

Leaving the school, she walks down the slope and reaches the shopping district soon after.

Ever since the spring of her 3rd year, the look of Karasuno shopping district that she always frequents seems to have changed. Of course, it’s not that the shopping district itself that has changed, it’s her feelings about it.

Spring - Ukai Keishin who leads the Karasuno Shopping District Team took up the coach position on the volleyball club, and what used to be a plain old shopping district has turned into a shopping district filled with familiar faces of the alums. Be it the appliances store or the supermarket, they’re all the businesses of the alums who always come cheering for Karasuno in matches and bring them foods.

Nowadays when she sees someone from the alums team on the shopping district she’ll bow slightly to greet them. When she visits their shops they’ll give her some discount. The little things that weren’t there before brightens her time there now. Somehow it gives the feeling of home town.

Then there’s also the shop she’s entering now, Uchizawa Cleaning, that also belongs to one of the volleyball club alums.

“Welcome!”

The one manning the counter is the alum Uchizawa Hidenori himself. Not only does he cheer for Karasuno at matches, he also drove them all the way to Tokyo for their summer training camp. They really owe this senior of Coach Ukai a lot.

Shimizu lowers her head and passes the paper bag, “If you please.”

Taking out what’s inside, Uchizawa recognizes the second uniform straight away.

“Ah, I know this.”

“If you please,” she lowers her head once more. Uchizawa looks fondly at the orange clothes in his hand.

“You guys are actually going to Nationals, huh?”

Not knowing how to answer, Shimizu simply nods. Uchizawa adds, “Ah, I mean, see, in the prefectural matches there isn’t really any school wearing the same colors right?”

“Ah....” That’s true, Shimizu notices. They’ve never worn them this past year. Within the prefecture, there’s no need to.

“Other than practice matches, there isn’t really any chance to wear them. So you can say these uniforms are something that you can only wear if you keep winning through official matches.” Uchizawa explains while looking at the radiant uniform under the light.

Looking at his figure, something comes to Shimizu’s mind. Did Uchizawa-san and Coach Ukai have the chance to wear these uniforms in a match? There were probably a lot of chances to wear them when we were called a powerhouse - when The Little Giant was there... Come Spring High in January, will our own team have the chance to wear them...

While thinking about the Tokyo Gymnasium that she has yet to see, she can only stare at the uniform that connects the smile of the Karasuno alum before her and the feelings of so many other people together.

“Right,” Uchizawa’s mind seems to switches back to his job. “While we’re at it, should I use delicate wash? No extra charge.”

“Ah, no, please put it on heavy duty. Inside the plastic cover the germs have...”

“Hm?”

“Ah, no, it’s nothing.”

Seeing Shimizu turning red and looking down at the floor, Uchizawa can only tilt his head in wonder.

---

Walking back to the girls’ room at the ryokan, Shimizu takes out the neatly folded second uniforms from the heap of luggage there. This time she took them out of the plastic covers as soon as she got them back from the cleaners.

Noticing the orange color in the room, Yachi comes.

“Um, could it be that tomorrow...”

“Yep, we’ll be wearing this one.”

Hearing that, her shoulders jolt. “At... at last, the time to be TV-worthy...”

“That’s right.”

The two managers look at each other and laugh.

The second uniforms - the proof that they have won through the prefectural qualifier. To Hinata and the other first years, this will be their first time wearing them. Looking forward to everyone’s reaction wearing them tomorrow, the managers continue their preparation.

[water--gang]

for now they are close here too!! I mean I can wait but you absolutely have to get your first one as soon as possible :') the choice of the studio is super important!! you have to make sure the tattoo artist has a style similar to the one you like and that they make you feel comfortable!! so think carefully <33

ooh sweetie it's totally fine to be scared!! but I don't think that I have a high pain tolerance either and I really felt nothing sjkghl (of course it's different for everyone!) and AAAH i wanted to ask you what are you gonna get!!(so please feel free to share all the tattoos you have in mind🤧) I'm so happy you're just as curious about tattoos as me lol okay so I have just 3 tattoos and they are all pretty small! the letter J (the initial of my brother), the word 'hesperus' from a poem I really like and the latin quote 'hic et nunc' (my favourite one so far but that's another story for another time fellas)

i don't actually know if they're closed here. I'm planning to message to one studio tomorrow to ask if they are open haha i don't really know... how to choose because I'm looking at everything online sjxnjs and the style... well. i have my own design and it's very very simple so i think any tattoo artist can do that? they have a couple people working in the studio, i looked thru the profiles on their site and based solely on that i liked this one lady. i also saw one of the tattoos she's done is like... just lines and not some intricate picture so yeaaa i prolly wanna go with her!

oooh those sound really nice! mine are a biT biGgEr ahhaha.

ahhhh I've loved tattoos for so long man, i can't wait to get my first one uwuwu

hmm well this first one is gonna be on my forearm, now i don't remember if that's where the pain is worst or okay sjdnjs I've looked at some many pain maps but i still don't remember smh

I'll put the tattoos under the line so people don't have to scroll so much to skip this djxndn

aight so

firstly. the one i wanna get first! also the first tattoo i came up with hehe i have pictures for like... 5/6 of them. i drew all of them on myself so they look scuffed but they'll give you the general idea yaknow

i drew this on myself like 2/3 years back. i included the second picture just cause i think it looks cool but yea the first one is the version I want. for now hehe i actually have plans for modifications i could get for this one :))

i also have recent pictures from like idk 5 days back but they include two more tattoos as well so I'll keep em for later

secondly. my finger tattoo! probably the second or third one I want to get. i say or third because I might get a matching tattoo with my best friend first. anyway here starts the theme of stars that carries over a couple of the tattoos sjdjjs

tiny and simple. but i love it! i love the stars and the moon which is why I want to have this one uwu also i love finger tattoos and this is the best I came up with jsnxn

this brings us to another one which i actually want to get at the same time as the finger one because it's gonna be on like... the thumb? it's a symbol! here I'll give a picture if the symbol only and later on I'll give pictures with it on the thumb. cause those are the ones that include the first one as well haha

these are on the left hand btw

moving on to the next one. this one is a text tattoo! a lyric tattoo if you call it that. from my favorite song uwu it will be on the right handy thumb to wrist area. i tried writing it on myself but I'm right-handed so you can see how that would go awfully sjdnns

so yea excuse the awful writing please sjnxns if you can't decipher it, it says Step out of them Voices. placed somewhere around that area, it was hard to really choose properly since I was writing with my left hand sjdnns

next up. a small one behind my ear. a lil star! yes. i love stars a lot sjxns was thinking i could get this one sometime without anyone knowing and waiting till someone notices it sjxnd i told have a picture for this one cause... yea it's behind the ear. or like you know somewhere behind there cause i just think those are cool

last but not least. the chest one! it's not like a big complex piece tho. just a sun and some stars. because. once again, i love stars sndnd and just the sky in general you know. I'm in love with the sky uwuwu which is why I have so many pictures of it on my phone from when I go on walks ahahhah

and here we have it. please excuse my awful skin jsndjd i don't expect to get all these tattoos anytime soon because of the price so I'm hoping my skin gets sorted till then you know xjdj

also apologies for how scuffed it looks jsnxnd ngl drawing on your chest is vErY hard. i drew the sun off of a reference i found but i was honestly rushing thru it cause it was... just difficult and i knew i wouldn't get it right anyway sjdnd

the placement isn't gonna be 100% like that cause once again, i drew it on myself sjxnd i want the sun on my sternum, I'd love to explain the exact place but uhh... i can't sjdjd and yea i want the eight stars around it. most likely more spaced out because I feel like this is... too close together, it would look better further away from each other. and the place for them would be like under my collarbones?? cause collarbones hurt a lot right?? ehh well I'll just have to handle it somehow. but yea! that's my six planned tattoos ahahha

now for the whole left arm. aka the three tattoos in one pictures

sorry about the even more scuffed sketch of the first tattoo jsbdns i did that during class cause I was bored and wasn't exactly trying to be precise ahhaha

but yea that's how my left arm should look after I get all of these uwu

andddd here are my plans for adding onto the first tattoo

in this picture the three lines just go all around BUT my plan isss... i want the lines to come together and intertwine on the other side of my forearm, i want them to come to one point where they're like knotted up andddd i want a flower to like rise from that point, i want it to go down to my hand, with it's end on my wrist probably, don't want to it to go all the way on the hand.

i have no idea if that was understandable enough. i suck at explaining sjdjsn but i think it would be pretty??? and i think it goes with the theme i gave it in my head pretty well

so... yea

those are my tattoo plans ahhaha i love talking about tattoos sjdjjs

sorry about the long ass post

— admin

[sonicroommatesau]

Roommates AU Chapter 1; Meeting the Neighbors

A cab parked by an average looking apartment building. It was a normal city-type complex, so no one really paid attention to it. A pink hedgehog, around the age of 19 had gotten out of the cab. She looked around, and then looked at her phone. ‘This is the place, I guess.’ She took her bags out of the taxi, and went to door number 15. Out came a whiteish-grey hedgehog.

    “Hi! You must be the new girl! I’m Silver the Hedgehog.” The hedgehog introduced himself to the pink girl.

    “Hi. As you might know, I’m Amy. Amy Rose.” Silver chuckled. Amy had a puzzled look on her face. Why was he laughing? Was there something on her face?

     “Sorry. It’s just that, all the hedgehogs I’ve ever met usually have ‘The Hedgehog’ as their last name.” Amy giggled.

    “Well…not me. My dad wasn’t in my life, and so I had to go by my mom’s maiden name. Rose. But, she wasn’t really in my life, either. She left me when I was three and I grew up with my aunt and uncle.” She looked up with determination that Silver didn’t know was possible for the young girl. “Ehh. She probably died. But that’s okay.” Silver was very surprised now. He opened the door fully, and helped her bring her bags in.

    “I was wondering when you’d get here, I was about to call a group meeting. Now that you’re here, we can begin!” Silver told her to put her suitcases in an empty room. He then led her into his living room where a bat, three hedgehogs, a cat, a fox, and an echidna were sitting in. There was a specific blue hedgehog that had caught Amy’s eye. He was staring back at the pink hedgie. They both blushed and looked away.

   “Okay Silver, we’re here. What do you want?” a black and red hedgehog asked.

   “Shadow, relax. First of all, the landlord won the lottery, and said that as a surprise, he’ll decrease the rent.” Everyone cheered. “Secondly, we have a new neighbor. Amy Rose.” He scooted to the side, so everyone could look at her. She froze at the attention.

    “U-Uhm, hi? I’m Amy Rose. I’m 19 years old, and I am a college student at Mobius University. I also have a bakery nearby that’ll be opening in two days. I hope we all become good friends, thank you.” She stepped behind Silver again.

   “Let’s all introduce each other as well.” Silver gestured over to Sonic, who was sitting at the far end of the couch. He looked away from the pretty pink hedgie, and cleared his throat.

    “Hey, I’m Sonic the Hedgehog! I’m fast at everything!” The turquoise hedgehog girl sitting next to him scoffed.

    “Everything, BUT, relationships.” She stood up. “I’m Lyra the Hedgehog. I’m Sonic’s little sister, and I’m also a medical student training to become a psychiatrist. (giving my OC the job I’m studyin’ for LOL) I love coffee, the night, and I really hope we become good friends, Amy! You seem really nice! I even hope my brother fal-” She was interrupted with Sonic smacking his hand over her mouth.

    “Ugh. I’m Shadow the Hedgehog. I am not in anyway related to Faker over there, or his annoying and ugly sister, or Silver over there.” Silver seemed to be in a daze, so Amy snapped her fingers to break him out of his trance. There was a purple cat next to Shadow, who looked all professional and had the aura of a businesswoman.

    “I’m Blaze. Blaze the Cat. I am an accountant, and I live in the middle floor with Rouge the Bat. Speaking of roommates, who’s yours?” Silver spoke up.

     “Me.” They all nodded. Sonic looked a little less cheerful, making Amy wonder why his emotions changed all of a sudden. Silver turned towards the twin-tailed fox.

     “I’m Tails the Fox! I’m a mechanic, so if you have a car in need of fixing, just let me know! I’m also a scientist studying at Mobius University, so I might see you often.”

     “Don’t fall for him, Ames. He’s a womanizer.” Sonic said, chuckling a bit. Amy didn’t focus at what he said at all. She only focused at what he called her.

Ames.

She didn’t recognize this feeling, and didn’t know how to feel except hot. At the cheeks and ears.

      “What do you mean, womanizer?” the bat asked, intrigued at where this conversation was going.

      “He’s two-timing innocent little cinnamon rolls.” Lyra answered, taking out her phone.

      “And who might they be?” Rouge asked leaning over to Tails, getting the red echidna next to her upset.

      “Guys! The introduction?” Silver yelled, trying to get them out of their gossiping state. They all shut up, and leaned back in their seats.

      “Hi hun, I’m Rouge the Bat. I love to party! I’m an FBI agent just like Shadow over there.” She jerked her thumb over at Shadow.

       “Rouge, why is it that you’re trying to tell the whole world what our jobs are?” He asked, clearly annoyed at her.

       “Because why not? She doesn’t seem like the type to go around doing bad stuff.” Rouge said. Shadow made a ‘Are you fucking kidding me?’

       “Are you actually-? You know what? I’m not even going to argue.” Shadow stated, not attempting to explain to her that she shouldn’t be assuming things.

      “Anyways, passing whatever all that was…I’m Knuckles the Echidna! I-”

      “TAKE STEROIDS!” Sonic yelled, interrupting what Knuckles was about to say. Everyone, including Amy began to laugh.

       “NO I DON’T!” Knuckles yelled back.

       “YES YOU DO!”

        “I SEE WHERE THAT ANNOYING HABIT OF INTERRUPTING PEOPLE CAME FROM, LOOKING AT YOUR SISTER!” Knuckles shouted at him. Lyra put her hand to her chest, as if she were offended, but she actually was.

        “LISTEN HERE YOU HOT-HEADED ENCHILADA, I WILL NOT HESITATE WHEN YOU CALL ME ANNOYING!” Lyra screeched at Knuckles, trying to get her point across. Sonic cleared his throat, as if saying that she wouldn’t hesitate in her brother being called that either. “or my brother. Still, you better watch your words, or your dick will be chopped off, and I will shove it down your throat.” She threatened, having the red echidna sink all the way into the couch.

      “Maybe threaten something else that isn’t his dick?..” Rouge asked. Knuckles glared at her with fury.

      “…Um…Amy, why don’t you go check out your room? I need to talk to everyone.” Amy nodded, and slowly walked to the room where her suitcases were. It wasn’t a very big apartment, just two bedrooms and two baths. She heard Silver’s voice and couldn’t help but eavesdrop on their conversation.

      “Seriously guys? I just wanted you to introduce yourselves, but no, you just had to go and start yelling out the most stupidest things! Now Amy’s going to think that we’re freaks, and move out as soon as possible!” As soon as the phrase “Amy’s going to think we’re freaks,” she heard Sonic yell “NO!”

      “Don’t worry, Silver! I think that you guys are amazing, and I’m staying, no matter what weird things I might catch you all doing!” Amy found herself saying, as she stepped from behind the wall.

       “You definitely are. You see, anytime someone moves here, we always have this test to determine their personality. You, have passed this test. Beware, for there are more tests to come.” Silver said. Amy only nodded, as everyone got up and started going back to their apartments. Sonic, the blue hedgehog, seemed to linger. Once Amy was in her room, she turned to the door to see Sonic at the doorway.

       “Hi!” Amy exclaimed, a little too excitedly. Sonic blushed red, and put a hand on his neck.

       “Hey.” Was all he said, which made Amy internally swoon. “Um…You said you own a bakery nearby?” He asked.

       “Yes. It’s called Rose Cafe. It’s going to open in a few days.” She said, while unpacking her suitcases and putting her clothes in a closet.

       “Nice…So…ya need any help with unpacking?” He questioned, as he walked over to her bed and sat on it.

        “No thanks, I’m fine. Now, before we start talking anymore, tell me about the others. The people that live here. What’re they like, and how willing are they to make friends?” She asked, as she took out a red halter dress, pausing to take a piece of lint off.

        “Well, I’ll start with Shadow. He usually never talks, but if he seems a little open to you, that either means you might mean something to him, or you’re a suspect of a crime without even realizing it.” She rose her eyebrows in interest. “Then there’s my sister, Lyra. She’s a chatterbox, but she’s also a bit comforting. Children love her for some creepy reason, and you should never get on her bad side, because she can smell your weaknesses and use them against you. She’s like Shadow and Rouge, but more idiotic. She likes Shadow, but I feel like he’s looking at Silver. If he were to look at my sister, I’d kill him.”

       “Do Shadow and Rouge work together?” Sonic nodded at her question.

      “I guess you could say that their partners, but also friends with benefits. Rouge loves to party all night. She can gather information really quickly, and uses seductive charm on people to get it. Even through girls. Even if they’re straight.” Amy looked petrified at that. Sonic chuckled at her reaction. “Then there’s Tails. He’s really nice, but is a Ladies’ man. Probably because they all think ‘Oh, he’s cute as a button!’ or ‘He’s so polite!,’ well, don’t fall for that, he’s already got two girls who don’t know about the other.”

         “Why is he dating two girls at once?”

         “He claims that he loves them both, and I guess I understand?” He shrugged, and continued talking. “Knuckles says he’s not on steroids, but I’m pretty sure he is. Why do you think he’s so bulk?” Amy giggled at Sonic doing an impression of Knuckles flexing his muscles. “He’s dating Rouge, but she’s constantly cheating on him. He’s too dense to notice, and it annoys me. Poor guy doesn’t deserve that slut.” Amy thought that what he had called the bat was rude.

      “Sonic! Even though she may seem like a slut, maybe there’s a reason she does so!” He only scoffed at her comment.

       “If you say so. Anyways, then there’s Silver. He’s really close to the landlord, who lives three cities away. He’s kind of like the leader of the place. He’s really nice, and he also likes Shadow. It causes some rivalry and competition between him and Lyra to win his affections. Although, I don’t think he notices either of them. I think that’s all-”

       “You forgot Blaze the Cat.”

       “Oh. Well, I don’t know much about her, seeing as she’s always in her office, I think she likes Silver, and doesn’t like talking, but when it comes to Rouge doing something that pisses her off, she starts going off like an airhorn.” Amy giggled. “At least there’s another girl here. You could stop them from arguing. Lyra would do that, but she always gets herself into the argument as well.” Amy smiled.

       “Yes, sir! I will try my best, and won’t stop until the war has been won!” She saluted him playfully, making the two laugh. She put her suitcase in the closet, and put her p.j’s on the bed. Sonic hopped off, and went towards the door.

        “It was nice meeting you, Ames. See you tomorrow!” And he walked out, leaving a shocked Amy.

He called her Ames again. She made sure to lock the door behind him and squeal in delight. They’ve known each other for barely a day, and he’s already gave her a nickname. What a guy.

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One vision recording; Queen x reader

*Author’s note*

Hey all okay so since I’m completing my final semester at college, I thought that since I’ve got some time off until tomorrow I’ll give you guys a special treat. For I have in store and ready to go TWO chapters of the Rock Angel at the ready. I just completed this one today and I’ve had the next one I’ll post up done for awhile. 

Also I want to say that the song I have written for this specific chapter is just how I envisioned the song. I KNOW IT DOESN’T RHYME CAUSE I SUCK AT RHYMING THINGS. So please no hating on the song. And as inspiration for this chapter, for those who do know or may not know the One vision documentary, just have a watch of that and just imagine you reader-chan as being apart of the workings of One Vision. Happy reading my beauties :)

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*Sept. 2nd, 1985. Munich, Germany*

Seven months pregnant and here I am in Germany. Now I know most of you are probably thinking ‘Woman why aren’t you at home?’ ‘Didn’t you ask for maternity leave?’ And to answer that, yes I did but I only had a few more songs to record on my newest album ‘Mother Love’.  I wanted to make sure my last album was perfect before my maternity leave in the next 2 months.

Right now my tummy looked like it was going to pop as Jack and I had taken the 9hr train ride from London to Munich since at this point I could no longer fly anymore without causing any harm to the baby.

I was told the Munich studio had better equipment and better sounding for what I was looking for in this album so here I am at the Musicland studios.

Currently I was in the process of recording my next song “Through and through (a Mother’s love is eternal)”.

“Alright Rock Angel, you said you wanted a full run of this song?” asked the sound engineer Mack.

“Yes. I wanna try to get this song done in one go. I’ve gotta meet with the Munich zoo by 6pm to do the filming shots Beck needs for the music video.”

“Alright, this is Rock Angel’s ‘Through and through’ take one. Full run through.” I heard Mike’s voice speak as I placed the headphones over my ears and I heard the vocalization of the soft choir before I heard the piano playing.

I counted the beats and began singing the song.

*First verse*

They say I am the mirror of the

Woman you once were.

But each day that passes, I forget day by day.

The feel of your arms, the smell of your hair,

And the presences of your warmth.

I’ve suffered the loss of you for oh too long.

For growing up,

Without a mother’s love and care.

I fear you’ve gone and left me,

At the moment of your untimely parture.

*Chorus*

A Mother’s love is eternal

Even as time passes by

Torn between life and the light of heaven’s gate

Even through all the grief

I somehow still felt your love.

For a Mother’s love is eternal

Through and through.

*Second verse*

I just wish you were still here by my side.

Cause I don’t know how to be the mother you were to me.

I wish I could hear your voice in my mind,

But all I hear is the sounds of the wind.

How were you when you were in my place?

Was there ever any spark of fear or doubt?

To be the greatest Mother

Your child had ever known.

         The piano took over for the brief break and I counted down in my head the beats till I came in once again.  This time I could feel my hormones acting up once again as this verse was the hardest for me to write.

*2nd Chorus*

Ooo but a Mother’s love is eternal

Even through all the struggles you face.

It’ll drain every ounce within you.

Make you bleed, and scream and cry.

But even through the pain,

The love is worth it in the end

For a Mother’s love is eternal

Through and through.

As the break happened once more with the lute guitar and piano I could feel the tears in my eyes.  Then I just let go as I gave this final verse my all, even allowing some tears to fall down my face by the end.

*Final verse*

Yeah!

A Mother’s love is eternal.

And I vow to do my best

Cause a Mother’s love is eternal

So never forget my child

I may stay, I may go

But no matter what the future brings

A Mother’s love is eternal

Through and through.

Through and through.

This song was very special to me.  Because it not only spoke for my fear and doubt of going into motherhood for the first time, but I also wrote this in honor of my mum who I wish could still be here to help me through raising my first child.

So singing this song was definitely emotional for me and with my pregnancy my hormones were kicked into overdrive as I could even feel tears fall down my face, especially once I got to the final chorus.

Shakily exhaling and wiping away the tearstains from my cheeks.  I looked up to the ceiling almost as if asking for my mum’s strength to just help me get over this.  It was then I heard an applause from the other side of the recording booth.  I looked up and saw my boys all standing there, all of them with tears brimming in their eyes.

“My lovely Rock Angel, you once again have broken my heart with your angelic voice.” Freddie said speaking into the mic. I took the headphones off of my head and walked out of the booth.  I opened the door and the moment they saw me, they were just in awe.

“Oh lovie. I swear every time we see you, it’s like you’re glowing more and more every day.” Roger praised as he came up to me and took my hands in his gently swaying them side to side.

“It’s like you’re brighter than the stars in the sky.” Brian said.

“What I feel like is a balloon about to pop.” I said irritated. They awed at me as Roger leaned his forehead against mine and he said.

“You do not, you’re carrying precious cargo in there. Dominque, Veronica and Chrissie all went through it. Mary’s going through it, and even if you did look like a balloon then you’re the cutest balloon out there.” I grinned mockingly at him and said.

“Thanks for trying dad.” He grinned and pecked my cheek.

“So I heard a little rumor that you all are involved with a movie?”

“Yeah we were asked by the director Russell Mulcahy to do some of the music for film. Originally we were asked to do one song but after viewing what they’ve got so far we had to do more.” Explained Brian.

“What’s the film called again?” I asked and that’s when Deacy answered.

“Highlander.”

“Ahh, well I can’t wait to see what you all have done. And now I leave you guys to record your songs now.”

“Ohh can’t you stay for a while and help us, like the old days (y/n) darling?” Freddie begged.

“I wish I could but I’ve got to get this song over to the Munich zoo so that I can get some footage for the music video for this song.”

“Getting some animal footage?”

“Yeah Bri. And no worries Rog I’m not going near any big cats or bears if that’s what you’re worried about.” I said already looked at the worry in his eyes.

“Care to give us an idea what the music video will be about?” asked Deacy like a kid trying to bride their parent getting a cookie before supper.

“Spoilers Brother mine.” I mocked as I playfully gripped him under the chin.  I then took notice of his new hairstyle, which was much shorter, kinda like how I first met him but slightly different. “You know I kinda miss the fluffy afro look on you.” I teased.

“Haha hilarious sister dear.” He playfully pinched my nose.  I pushed his hand away and continued to tease.

“But I guess there’s only room for one poodle man of Queen.” I looked towards Bri who gave me a playful glare which caused Freddie and Roger to laugh.

“Alright (y/n) it’s ready.” Mack said as he held a tape for me.  I took it from him and thanked him as I gave him a friendly peck on the cheek.

“But if you guys are still here tomorrow I could pop by and see how you all are getting along.”

“We’ll be here at 9am sharp when the studio opens, I could pick you up at your hotel.” Said Roger.

“Perfect, I’ll see you at around 8ish?” he nodded and I saluted the guys goodbye.  As I was just about to walk up the stairs that would lead me back up to the main floor of the studio, I felt someone come up behind me and ask.

“Need a hand?” I smiled softly and said.

“Always to the rescue, ehh papa lion?”

“Just need to make sure our future lioness cub will be okay. Her mum can be reckless sometimes.” I scoffed in playfully offense.

“And you’re not?”

“Well……”

“Uh-uh-uh-uh-uhh yeah that’s what I thought.” I said as the two of us walked up the stairs.  Then I had to address the elephant in the room, “And how do you know it’ll be a girl? Not even Jack and I know what our baby’s gender is.”

“I just have a feeling. Good sense of rhythm. Loves Queen music, especially Radio gaga, to which you said was the first time she had started becoming active. I have a feeling she’ll be just like her mother in every practically perfect way.”

“You’re just not wanting the baby to look like Jack are you?”

“Now that is not true.” I just rolled my eyes at him as we finally reached the top.  “In all seriousness though love, please be careful during the video shooting. Please.” He pressed his hand to my cheek and I nuzzled into his palm as I felt his calloused thumb stroke my cheek.

“Don’t worry Rog. I’ve signed all the agreements and I’ve got the best zookeepers to keep an eye on me while we get some of the interactions. There’s only one animal who will need to be watched over, other than that I’m holding a small ape in my arms most of the time.”

“Okay, just don’t go near any lions alright?”

“Don’t worry Rog, you’re the only lion I go near.” He hummed a chuckle before leaning his forehead against mine.

“You’re an even sassier woman when you’re pregnant did you know that?” I grinned cheekily and kissed his nose and said.

“I’ll see you tomorrow dad.”

“Till then my beautiful mama lioness.” He gave me one final kiss to the forehead before I went to sign myself out of the studio and hailed a cab over to take me to the Munich zoo.

A full afternoon into early evening shooting later, I was back at the hotel room with Jack and he said.

“I think the filming went well.”

“Yeah, that mama elephant really was tender towards me. Guess she knew the both of us were in the same boat together.”

“I can’t wait to see how it all comes together.”

“Me too, now we’ll just need to wait for the National Geographic to get back with some of those other footages I asked for.” I lay down on the bed and Jack lay down beside me.

“Now you said Roger will be here around 8ish?”

“Yeah, do you wanna stay here and see the boys record their new song?”

“As much as I love too I can’t. Someone’s gotta book our flight back to the states from London. When do you think you’ll be done?”

“I don’t know. You know how much of a perfectionist Freddie is. But I’m told they’ve already recorded some of the song and now they’re just trying to get all the clever bits into it.”

“So hopefully it won’t take too long.”

“Here’s hoping.” He flipped the lights off encasing our room into total darkness and I felt him wrap his arm around my lower abdomen almost like he was protecting our baby and I felt him kiss my neck lovingly.

“Goodnight my mama lioness.”

“G’night daddy lion.” And with that the two of us fell asleep together.

The next morning I woke up to see a note from Jack saying that he was already in bound for England. That he had gotten the first train ticket back to get all our stuff back home packed and call the airlines to get a special accommodations for us on our one way trip back to LA.

I got around, ate some breakfast and when I left the main lobby I saw Roger standing beside a cabby.  He waved to me and I waved back and he allowed me in first before he climbed in and told the driver to head for the studio.  

Once we got there it was time to go straight to work, just like the old days when I was still an intern with Miami.

As the minutes ticked by, Mack stepped out leaving Rog, Brian, Fred and I to discuss some lyrics for the middle part of their song “One Vision”.

“Well I mean ‘one goddamn something decision’ is good, I like that.” Suggested Roger.

“No, no well—” Brian began humming the tune trying to put the words to the rhythm of the song and continued, “No it doesn’t work.”

“It won’t fit.” Freddie argued.

“Yes it does.” Roger then sung out the rhythm of how he imagined the words.  Freddie closing his eyes trying to hear what Roger was saying as Brian and Rog continued to mutter the tune.

“What about real decision?” I suggested as I twirled a pencil between my fingers.

“No, no darling it won’t fit. See it goes….” he then began singing the tune and I nodded and said.

“I know. What I’m saying is what if you do, ‘one flesh, one bone one real decision’.” Freddie looked to me and he said.

“I like that.”

“I agree, it fits.”

“Alright fine, can’t argue with her.” I grinned at Roger.  As we continued to debate of lyrics, I talking with Brian and Freddie while Roger was quietly writing.

“And I mean it is awfully nice, but it’s—it’s sorta…..it’s risky.” Freddie warned.

“Well you have been known to take risks haven’t you Fred?” I came back at him.  He ruffled my hair making me chuckle and Brian said.

“So it’s ba-bum, ba-bum, ba-bum, ba-ba-bum.” Brian muttered out as Freddie joined him on the tune.  I looked at Brian’s lyric sheet to see what we’ve got as Roger piped in.

“How about this?”

“I mean it’d be cool if you could somehow mold this entire verse into like—one sentence.”

“Yes darling I completely agree, we need to try and get all these lyrics into one solid formation.” Freddie said as he leaned over between Brian and I.

“Like it’s an actual story.”

“What about that?” Roger suggested.  I took his lyric sheet and read over it as Freddie was going over the tune once again.

“Ohh Freddie, Freddie Freddie-o let’s go with Rog’s verse.” He then came over and spoke out Roger’s lyrics.

“Made one true religion. Yeah that’s good. That’s nice.”

“I think we should also but ‘true vision’ in there somewhere.” Suggested Roger.

“No, no I don’t think that fits. I mean ‘one true religion’ is one thing but ‘one true vision’ is another. And I don’t think it fits.” I said skeptically.

“It fits lovie.”

“Oh yeah sing it then.” I then clapped the rhythm as Roger began muttering the tune before finally softly singing out while looking at me with those baby blue eyes of his.

“One true vision.” At that point all of us laughed.

“Of course it fits like that!” exclaimed Freddie sarcastically.  All of us laughing as Roger continued to brag.  I ran my fingers through his hair as I leaned against his shoulder still laughing.

“I mean you stopped and—he was still looking for the next word.” Brian said through his laughter.

“Darling a complete idiot!” joked Freddie.

“Oh my god Rog you’re unbelievable.” I sighed as I tried to calm myself down.

“Ahh but you love me for it.” He teased as he leaned his head against my shoulder and I pressed my head on top of his.

The day continued to go on and now the boys were starting to record some more of the song.  I sat with Mack behind the sound mixer as all four of my boys proceeded to record the new bits or just improve some lyrics.  Of course I lost it as Freddie actually sang ‘one dump, one turd, two tits, John Deacon.’

As Freddie continued to improve the lyrics and pull words out of his arse I couldn’t help but think this song was going nowhere but yet it somehow did work cause Freddie just made it hilarious. Mack placed his head along the console and groaned.

“Is there no end to this?”

“Mack, you don’t know the half of it.” I dragged on as we watched the boys continue to record.

The next day we were now getting in just the bass parts and some of Freddie’s vocals.  I was outside along the consoles sitting next to Mack as Deacy was actually outside holding his bass wearing the headphones as he played his bass for part of the song where the bass could truly shine in the song.

Deacy was playing and bopping his head like a chicken, something I like to call the Deacy-chicken head-bop when his head gets into the rhythm but not his body. Mack leaned into my and whispered in my ear.

“And Fred said it was to be all that?”

“Yeah that’s what he told me.”  He nodded and made sure to note that down.  Once Deacy was done, he tucked one of the earmuffs of the headset and said.

“And then we just add the guitar bit?”

“No it’s….meant to be all that?” Mack responded as he pointed to Deacy’s bass.

“Oh it’s meant to be all that? No guitar vibrato at all?”

“Fred said that by the end of that the bass was gonna take over that part of verse.” I explained as I leaned against the chair and gently swayed it from side to side.  He nodded and that’s when I felt a kick to my stomach and I moaned softly as I stopped swaying and held my stomach.  “You okay?”

“Yeah she just kicked. Guess she still don’t like gentle swaying. Last week when Jack tried to slow dance with me back at the hotel after a stressful day, she wouldn’t stop kicking me. Guess she’s not gonna be much of a slow dancer.” He grinned and said.

“Michael was the same way, as was Joshua. So the baby’s been actively kicking?”

“Oh yeah, mostly when Queen songs are playing, I think they’re ready to meet you guys.”

“Well we can’t wait to see who the future munchkin’s gonna be. And you said you wanted it to be a surprise right?”

“Yeah, after Kelly’s story I’d rather not go through in having to either return or sell all the wrong gender stuff and waste my money buying new stuff when I already need to get the main supplies like food, diapers and all that baby proof stuff.”

“Well you know Veronica and I can donate some of the babyproof stuff to you guys to use.”

“You’d seriously do that?”

“Yeah, we’re gonna hold off having children for a bit. Now that Joshua is walking a bit more we don’t need most of his old baby proofing stuff, he’s not as curious as his brothers are so we’re good to go.”

“Thanks Deacy.”

“You’re welcome (n/n).”

Now it was Freddie’s turn to get behind the booth and do some vocal recording.  He wanted to do the voice split since he had already done the low vocalizations of the ‘whoa, whoa, whoa’s’, he wanted to now do a high range of those.

“Mack, Mr. Beach is on the phone he wants to discuss with you some business matters of the song.” One of the assistants said peeking in through the door.  He groaned because he knew he couldn’t leave since Fred was about to do the recording and he didn’t really trust anyone else to work his consoles.

“You go on ahead Mack, I’ve got this.” I told him.

“You sure you got this?” he asked me wearily.

“Absolutely, who do you think helped them edit ‘Don’t try suicide’.”

“Let her at it Mack dear. Like us, she knows how to work those keys. Work your magic darling and don’t make me sound like shit.”

“No promises Fred.” I teased as I spoke into the mic.  He playfully flipped me off and I told Mack to go on and talk to Miami.  He nodded and then left the booth and headed towards the lounge room to talk with Miami.  “Okay Fred so where do you want to go first?”

“Take me to the second part of the second track my lovely angel.” I pressed a couple buttons and heard Freddie’s voice play through the system and I watched him count the beats by squeezing his fingers into his palms, like he was operating a pump before finally going into the ‘whoa, whoa’s’.  However they both were in the high range so he immediately stopped and he said.  “No, no darling it’s the wrong part, take me back to the first track.”

“Yeah sorry about that.” I rewound the tape and pressed the play and I heard Fred’s voice sing out, ‘One religion. One man, one soul one god religion.’ He then proceeded to record the right now and as I heard both low and high ranges mold together, it sounded better.  When that was done he asked me.

“How was that?”

“Sounds great Fred.” I told him.

“You’re not just saying that because it’s me right?”

“No Mr. Perfectionist.” I drawled out.

“Don’t take that tone with my little missy.” He teased.  I playfully stuck my tongue out at him and fast forwards the tape. “Okay so the next track are we gonna do the second track or the first track?”

“Well according to Mack’s notes he wants to go to the first track.”

“Okay then darling fire away.” I then played the track and watched the master at work once more.

I bopped my head to the rhythm and couldn’t help but admire such talent.  I’ve always admired Freddie’s voice and I just can’t believe how lucky I was to be mentored by the best singer of my generation, I owe him everything and I hope we can continue this partnership till the end of our days.

The ‘One vision’ recording continued for another day till finally at almost 2 o’clock the song was complete.  All the editing and wiring of placing each sound in the right order was done and now Queen had their next hit single in the works.

I was just about to head back to my hotel to rest up since I had been working so hard and waking up so early to help the guys.

“And where do you think you’re going darling?” Freddie asked me.  I looked up to see all four of them looking at me.

“Uhh back to my hotel, why?”

“You’re not staying for the after party?” Fred continued to say.

“Well Fred, I—haven’t really been a party person since the pregnancy. People kept offering me drinks and I couldn’t cause of munchkin here.”

“I’ll ensure you get some water or juice. Please darling everyone whose involved with this song is invited, plus all of our crew on tour. And you’re still counted as apart of Team Queen.” Begged Freddie as he came up and kneeled before my groveling.  I turned to the other three for help but they just looked at me with that ‘might as well indulge him love’ look.

“I don’t know Freddie……” I sighed before he interrupted me.

“Even if it’s for a couple of hours. You don’t have to stay for the whole thing. You’ve helped us a lot with this song and it’d be wrong not to invite you when we know the truth.” I looked at him and cupped the side of his face.

“If you stop with those puppy dog eyes of yours I’ll go.” He cheered and immediately shot up before kissing my cheek and said as he proudly strutted out of the booth.

“Let’s go my darlings!” I shook my head.

“If it’s so hard to say no to that man, I can’t imagine how hard it’ll be to say no to my own kid.”

“You’ll learn love.” Deacy said as he wrapped an arm around me.

“Fred is just on a whole other degree of spoiled. He’s even worse than a toddler if he doesn’t get his way.” Said Brian.  We all then followed him and headed over to Queen’s hotel which surprisingly was just a couple blocks away from my hotel and proceeded with the after party.

There was food, press, drinks and hundreds upon hundreds of people gathered around to celebrate another hit record song made by Queen.  

I was sitting outside near the pool trying to get away from the crowds when I saw Brian come out from the pool.  And god had I not spent as much time around these boys as I have, I wouldn’t have recognized him because now his full on curly hair was all flat along his face from the chlorine.

“Have a nice dip, drip?” I said as I threw him a towel.

“It was refreshing.” He said as he began to dry his hair. “You doing okay?”

“Yeah I’m fine. Just trying to avoid getting my bump smashed or hit by someone in the crowd in there.”

“I get it. Especially when a few have had one to many drinks, they’d end up falling right over in total disregard to anyone’s safety.”

“Yeah which would cause Rog to turn full papa lion and kill the person who’d bump into me if the fall didn’t.” he chuckled knowing that that statement was true.  I placed a grape into my mouth and chewed on it as I said, “Plus I don’t want press finding me.”

“They’ve been giving you trouble?”

“Well not here here. But—insecurities and all that.” He sighed and said as he came over my pool chair and began to rub my shoulders.

“You remember what I’ve told you about your looks right?”

“Well Bri, some press are kind to me but one magazine sure wasn’t. It was….back in the early stages of my pregnancy. Some sexist arsehole took a photo of me and Jack shopping for groceries and printed out in bold print ‘ROCK ANGEL GAINING WEIGHT!? Young adult artist putting on several pounds as she struts with husband Jack Kline looking like she swallowed a beachball.’ Luckily thanks to Miami and with the release of my pregnancy announced, we sued the bastard and got him fired but—I can’t imagine what the press here would say seeing me now like this.” I felt Brian kiss the top of my head.

“They need to realize that you are creating something that none of those bastards can. You are in the final stage of giving life to a whole new person. That’s something that most press and paparazzi’s can’t do. And if we had heard of this incident months ago, you can be sure the lads and I would’ve found that publicist and gladly gave him a talking to.”

“Oh I know what your ‘talking to’ implies Bri. Especially if Rog is the ringleader.” He leaned his head against mine and said.

“Some men can be bastards, especially to female celebrities and singers. But just know that you’ve got five men who think you are an absolute vision.” I smiled and placed my hand on top of his right hand.

“How come you always know what to say to help me feel better Bri?”

“Could be my cleverness.” I looked up at him with my best Deacy funny look and he just smiled at me softly laughing.

“You are so full of shit you know that spaceman?”

“Sometimes, but at least I got you distracted from your body insecurity, right?”

“That you did.” He stroked down my cheeks much like how you would a dog before he pecked my nose and pressed his forehead against mine.

When party was over by nightfall, I grabbed my bag when Mack came in and he said.

“(Y/n), your husband’s on the phone for you.” I followed behind him and he handed me the phone and I said.

“Hey Jack, how did booking the flight go?”

‘Not good I’m afraid.’

“Why? What’s going on?”

‘Well I explained to the airfare about your pregnancy so they asked me how far you were along. And apparently they can’t fly us back since you’ve entered your third trimester.’

“What!? Why not!?”

‘They said it just poses as a greater risk for the health of the baby.’

“Well what are we gonna do? We can’t go back to the hotel because the press finally got whiff of where we were and almost made me go into premature labor with their constant hounding, Dr. Williams is in LA with all our medical records, and we can’t afford to stay in that small motel room with the baby!”

‘I know baby, we’ll figure it all out. Just calm down okay, you’re stressing again.’ I took a few deep breaths. ‘That’s my girl. Are you and the boys done yet?’

“Yeah. We just finished. We’re gonna head to the train station and get on the next train back to London.”

‘Okay, when you get back we’ll talk about our next plan okay. I promise everything’s gonna be fine.’

“Okay.” I muttered softly.

‘Have safe travels my beauty. I love you.’

“I love you too Jack.” I then hung up the phone and pinched the bridge of my nose as I muttered, “Fucking hell.”

“Everything okay poppet?” I turned to see the boys all looking at me concerned.

“Well if you count being stranded with no other place to go and no doctor knowing of your medical records just 2 months before you go into labor umm….I’d say I’m doing great.” I sighed.

“What are you talking about?” asked Freddie.

“I can’t go back to the states. I’ve gone over to my 3rd trimester and they won’t let me fly back.”

“Now correct me if I’m wrong but did I hear you say that the press almost made you go into premature labor?” questioned Roger. I nodded and said.

“Yeah, I don’t know how they found me but they came out of nowhere and just ambushed me while I was coming home from shopping. I nearly had a panic attack from all the hormones and anxiety of my pregnancy.”

“Those fucking leeches. It’s bad enough they stalk every famous face but to ambush a first time mother, it’s unforgivable.” Freddie sighed angrily.

“I just don’t know what to do guys. We’ve got nowhere to go now.”

“Not true, you can stay with Dominque and I. We can set up one of the spare bedrooms into a nursery, we still got Felix’s old crib that can be refurbished.” Roger said as he came up and took my hands in his. I smiled and said.

“Oh Rog, thank you for the offer but we can’t do that to you and your family.”

“It’s no trouble. No one knows where my house is, and it’ll be nice for Felix to have a little playmate for a while.”

“Actually there is another place you could stay at.” Suggested Brian.  I turned to him and he continued, “I’m still kinda in the works of moving some stuff around but, just recently I bought a house up in Surrey that acts as my home studio. It’s got 2 bedrooms, 2 loos, and plenty of space for a baby. At least until you can fly back to the states with her.”

“Ohh Brian I…..I couldn’t ask that of you.”

“It’s no trouble at all love, really. You need a private place to relax in your final days before your maternity leave, somewhere where the press cant cause you any stress.” I considered it and said.

“You sure it’s no trouble?”

“I wouldn’t have offered it to you if it was.”

“C’mon love what more do you have to lose?” said Roger. I thought about it some more till I finally said.

“Okay. I’ll call Jack and ask him if it’ll be okay with him.”

“Once we get back to London, I’ll take you both up there so you can see the place.” Brian said as he wrapped his arm over my shoulder.

I called Jack shortly after and told him the news and he agreed to come up to see the place with Brian and I.  We then all took a cab up to our hotels to check out before all heading back to the train station.

After arriving back in London early the next morning, we met Jack at the station and he, Brian and I headed on up to Surrey just a few miles outside of London.

Going through Surrey it felt like we had gone out to the country until finally we came upon a grand castle-like house.

“And here we are.” Brian said as he pulled the car up along the gravel driveway and shut the car off.

“Oh wow Bri, this is—amazing.” Praised Jack.

“Thank you Jack.” We all got out of the car and I just stared at this beautiful ‘private kingdom’.  It had a gorgeous front yard. “So will it do?” I heard Brian ask me as he came up to me.

“Oh it’s big enough for an entire classroom. You sure you don’t mind us staying here for a bit?”

“Of course not I don’t mind at all. C’mon let’s get you two inside.” The boys carried in the luggage and the inside looked even bigger than it did outside.

“Oh wow.” I awed.

“Right bedrooms are right down that hall, kitchen’s just down that way and the studios upstairs. And of course garden is just through those backdoors.” I walked towards the back and I was just in awe at the very large and peaceful garden.

There was nothing but greenery as far as the eye could see, trees surrounding the perimeter, and a beautiful fountain at the center.

“Brian this….this is beautiful.”

“Yeah quite romantic when it comes to getting out of the busyness of the city. The perfect place for you and Jack to relax, and a quaint little place for the future little Kline.” He said as he came up and pressed his hand to my stomach as he mentioned my baby.  I nodded and I said.

“You think we’ll do a good job?”

“I believe you will love. You’ve already had practice with the lads and I.” we both laughed and he continued, “I know first time parenting is frightening. Believe me love everyone’s been there. Anyone who says they weren’t afraid is lying. And if you or Jack need any help, never hesitate to call us for advice or to come over and help out.” I nodded and snuggled my head into his chest.

“Thank you Brian, for everything.”

“I’m always here for you love.” He said as he hugged me and kissed the top of my head.  After doing a bit of unpacking, Brian left Jack and I alone and right now the two of us were out in the garden.

“God this place is even more beautiful than our place. Maybe we should move here to London.” Said Jack.

“You sure?”

“I mean with our baby about to come, plus any other future child we have. Sure we may have a big backyard but American homes hardly have the beauty like England does.” I smiled and said to him.

“Kinda have to agree with that, but I didn’t want to say it at the time. Why must you Americans keep expanding your territory?”

“Greedy bastards wanting more malls and homes. They need to see that having a good countryside backyard is just as beautiful, especially if you use it right.”

“Well let’s just see how raising this child goes first, and if we have anymore then we’ll talk about moving back to England. I know the boys would be thrilled to have me back in England again.”

“Especially Roger.” We both chuckled and I said.

“Roger would probably move into the house with us to ensure that I wouldn’t leave England again.” He sat up from his chair and came over to me and wrapped his arms around my shoulders, his hands placed over my baby bump as he kissed my cheek lovingly.

“I can’t wait to meet our baby.”

“Just 2 more months and they’ll be here.”

“But that’s soo long, can’t they come out now?”

“If you want them premature and unhealthy than sure.”

“Noo!” he whined.

“Then you’ll have to wait. But I do have to ask cause I know the guys are gonna press me on this matter.” He looked to me and I looked up at him, “Whose gonna be the Godfather?”

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Not-so-quick guide to my OCs that I sometimes talk about here! xD So... Echo and Meredith, really. Plus a bonus one! Plus new art! :D

Warning, this is gonna be long so I put it under a cut :)

Anyway, because he’s the one that will definitely be mentioned most here, let’s start with..

Echo~

(I didn’t say anything about the quality of the new art xD)

Echo is my persona/self insert character..... he’s really just an alternate version of me (I like to think he’s my Alola form :3)

And like me he’s lonely so he has imaginary friends to keep him going, his current one being Loki ‘cause my current obsession is Loki

Echo is kinda hard to explain because everything about him fluctuates depending on my mood.. there are different versions of him and he doesn’t exactly have a set story or universe.. (For instance I didn’t create him specifically to hang out with Loki, but when I needed a friend I gave him Loki as an imaginary one)

Anyway! Some basic facts! He’s ace/aro, and agenderfluid (questioning?), with he/him pronouns (they/them is safe too though)

Kinda short, 5′2″ ish

Around my age, 17-20, but the mental age of anywhere from 8-17 ish.... he’s always kind of childish but how extreme varies from moment to moment

He’s AFAB but I usually draw him flat-chested because I use him as a way to combat dysphoria so, should anyone else want to draw him, best to draw him flat-chested

Loves trying on clothes! (Mainly because I like a lot of clothes but pretty much exclusively wear pajamas so... yeah I use my OCs as models)

Quiet, non-verbal in some versions (in which case he’ll write in a notepad to communicate), very shy

Sometimes makes clicking noises to calm himself

Daydreams a lot, also sleeps a lot

Gets upset over dumb things... and he’s scared of everything

Doesn’t really like being touched but sometimes snuggles Loki when he’s upset

He’s probably autistic

Probably also has borderline personality disorder.. but I’m unsure about giving him the disorders I think I have, because I don’t actually have a diagnosis (scared of doctors).. nonetheless, a lot of the symptoms that come with those disorders, he has

Likes to draw and his muse is Loki

Likes bugs, especially butterflies

Collects rocks

Eats goldfish crackers

Has really bad posture

Okay at this point I’m just adding random facts about me which is probably weird idk xD I don’t know what more to say about him soo yeah... this is my weird persona

aand next up-

Meredith~

(I liked how this art turned out tbh and I might repost it on my other blog..)

Meredith is an OC insert specifically for Marvel Cinematic Universe

She’s dating Loki, and you’ll find a lot more about her and Loki at @cuddly-loki​! (It’s my blog specifically for them! :D)

Buuuut I do mention her here occasionally because I love her (and there are definitely traces of her from when this blog was cuddly-loki), so I’m including her in this :3

She’s not really into labels but she is kinda gendermeh, I think of her as a nonbinary woman (...or soft butch, but I call her that mostly when Loki happens to swap genders), but she just uses she/her pronouns

Again, meh about labels but she has dated both feminine and masculine people, and she doesn’t really experience physical attraction the same as most people

Kinda goth, dresses mostly in greyscale colours and in kind of goth/punk clothes I guess (also, she prefers androgynous clothes)

Really affectionate with people close to her, close friends and her boyfriend of course :3 (mild PDA does not make her uncomfortable but it sure does irritate Loki)

Quiet, but not shy- she’ll talk to anyone probably but she’d rather watch them until it makes them uncomfortable xD

Once you get past the being weird or goth to creep you out though, she’s very soft and pretty nice (even if still a little dark)

She’s an aspiring musician.. sorta. She plays violin and loves music.. but also has a weird relationship with music, we’ll just leave it at that for now

Works night shift as a bartender

Likes horror movies

Favourite food is pizza

Loves birds

Doesn’t like technology very much

She has a lineup of mental disorders too I’m sure, she’s an ex junkie for one and likes to feel numb to things.. 

Also has persistent insomnia, either related to her depression or depression meds, who knows

Lives in her apartment with a couple plants and Loki, who is still adjusting to Earth life

Like mentioned above you can find more of Meredith at my blog @cuddly-loki​ and if you ask questions about her or her and Loki I will probably be very happy :)

Side note: Meredith is not meant to be a self insert but we do have things in common, and I’d probably get along with her. She’s pretty chill and gets along with most people though haha

A little bonus one, I don’t know if I’ve mentioned her here before but just in case

Gwyneth~

(Okay this turned out a little messy but ehh. It was kind of just from memory, I might have still had references for her but I lost them when my jumpdrive quit so meh)

She’s a dead character that I don’t use anymore and won’t be using anymore but on the off chance I’ve mentioned her or do mention her, I’ll go ahead and add her to this as a little bonus

I created her when I first started obsessing over Loki, and she was a self insert I used to selfship romantically with him... it was okay for a brief time but in the end I hated it. It’s hard to explain, kind of personal.. but for one thing, I’m pretty sure I’m aromantic. I love soft romance stuff but I don’t really want to be part of it.

...And that’s why I killed Gwyneth and created Meredith ehehe

I’m gonna talk about her a little anyway, for one, she was an artist/painter

She liked to take pictures of strangers to paint them and I’m pretty sure that’s how she met Loki (AKA the weirdo on the sidewalk in the all black suit)

I honestly don’t remember what her actual income came from, maybe she was on disability, Idk

Anyway she was a mess. Severely depressed. Couldn’t really keep herself together.

She hid behind jokes and sarcasm though, so no one really knew how bad she was (even Loki, for a time)

She would climb trees which annoyed Loki a little bit, turns out trickster gods don’t enjoy having to climb trees just to talk to their girlfriends

Wore a trench coat as kind of a comfort item (because that’s what I did at that time)

Often got lost in daydreams...

Scared of most things...

Yeah you’ll notice she’s a lot like Echo (even the hair- pbbt). I’ve had a lot of self inserts over the years, killed off when my anxiety convinced me I was being cringey or when they didn’t feel like me anymore.. with Gwyneth it was maybe a tiny bit those things but also other stuff, like being aromantic questioning. Creating Echo was a new start for me because it was more of an exploration of where I’m comfy gender-wise... and, unlike most of my other self inserts, I don’t really age him up. But most importantly... he’s very emotionally messy but he doesn’t hide it (or else he doesn’t hide it well) because one of my things is I need to at least pretend that people would still love me if they knew how sad and broken I am. So.. yes, Echo is a sensitive character, he upsets easily and he’s usually pretty sad.. but that’s kind of the point, because he’s still loved. 

.....Anyway sorry for going back to Echo. I don’t have a lot more to say about Gwyneth - she’s dead and not coming back - but she was a stepping stone to where I’m currently comfortable so, RIP Gwyneth I suppose :)

On the page I drew them on it’s kinda funny because it looks like Meredith and Echo are very uncomfortable that Gwyneth is there (which was only semi-intentional ehehe) 

Echo looks cautiously curious but Meredith looks very awkward like “Oh.. so you’re back...” ..she’s hiding something... And Gwyneth’s like “So... how’s Loki been?” xD

All these characters are obviously kinda similar which is part of why I put them all here (....clearly I have an obsession with blue hair but shhh), also their connections to Loki, haha.... Meredith is definitely the most connected, Echo’s Loki isn’t real and Gwyneth is dead, so... yeah.

Anyway hopefully this was a little helpful. I might make better guides for Meredith and Echo sometime but for now this works. Also, always feel free to ask questions about them!! :)

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I went on this rant on a couple of days ago explaining why the way they got rid of Jibby was badly-written. I went off on a tangent as to a huge potential storyline they could've done if we found out Jonah was still with Libby, and therefore, cheating on her. Then I realized, I could write about it! So here's the story...

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Andi, Buffy, and Cyrus all watched in shock as Jonah and Amber shared a kiss under the gazebo.

"Anyone else feel like their eyes are burning?" Andi asked. The other two didn't answer.

Once the kiss ended, Jonah and Amber shared a hug after, then proceeded to split up, prompting the trio to run from the scene.

They make their way to the Spoon, and drop onto a table, completely out of breath from sprinting. "What did we just witness?" Cyrus says, "Because I think we just saw something we shouldn't have seen."

Buffy remarks, "Jonah and Amber? Back together? I thought they were a really toxic couple. How did that happen?"

"And what about Libby?" Andi mentions. "Did they break up? Last I checked, they were still together!"

The three take a moment to recollect their thoughts. Andi takes a deep breath. "What are we going to do?"

Cyrus shrugs. "We could either stay out of this—"

"Which we probably aren't going to do," Buffy interrupts.

"—or we could try tell someone."

"Which we also probably won't do." Andi checks her phone, before coming to a realization. "Maybe we should check in with everyone to make sure we're on the same page. Cause as of right now, we're assuming a lot of things."

Cyrus raises his hand. "I'll take Jonah. He'll be more open if it's a guy to guy talk."

Andi shakes her phone a bit. "I'll talk to Libby and see if they broke up first. That leaves Buffy with..."

"...Amber. I'll ask about Jonah and see if she knows anything." Buffy stands up with her fists clenched, causing Cyrus to stand and block her way.

"B, don't fight her, okay? It's just a talk."

"C, I don't care what happens to her."

Cyrus looks at Andi. "A, a little help?"

"Buffy, Cyrus is right. We need her alive."

"I'll be fine, Andi. She will too, assuming she's innocent." Buffy walks out to locate Amber.

"Should we be worried?" Cyrus asks.

"I have faith Buffy can control herself." Andi stands up as well. "I'm going to go try meet up with Libby; see what I can uncover."

Cyrus takes out his phone and sits back down in the booth. He sends Jonah a quick text asking to meet him at the Spoon, and Jonah agrees. The waitress comes up to Cyrus asking for an order. "Just water, please."

—————

Buffy spots Amber near a clothing store, checking out some new outfits. "Okay, Buffy. Spill, don't kill." She walks over, waving at Amber. "Amber, hey!"

Amber looks up and waves back. "Hi, Buffy. What are you doing here?"

"Just trying to see if I can find some exercise clothing. My old ones are getting a bit small."

"There's a rack of them next to me if you want to look."

"Sure." Buffy begins to look through some of the outfits. "I just noticed. You seem... peppier than usual. You got something on your mind?"

Amber covers her mouth, thinking she was smiling. "Am I that obvious?"

"You have no idea," Buffy replies.

"Well, there is... a guy."

"Really? Tell me all about it!"

"You promise you won't judge? Cause it's kind of dumb."

"I'll try, but I make no promises."

"Jonah and I are back together."

"Really? I never would've guessed. What happened?"

"We just realized we liked each other again. So we thought we'd give it another go. Don't worry, I'm not going to go all mean girl again," Amber says as she slides a piece of hair away from her eyes.

Buffy holds up a neon pink exercise shirt, to which Amber shakes her head. "It's weird. Last I checked, Jonah was dating someone else."

"You mean Libby? Jonah mentioned her. Said she broke up with him before we started dating again. It's weird that he moved on so fast, but I won't question him about it." Amber points at the navy blue shirt hanging on the rack. "Try that one."

Buffy holds it against her, releasing a sigh of relief. "Well, if you're happy, then I am too."

—————

Andi finds Libby and Jonah sitting underneath a tree in the park. Immediately, her suspicions begin to dial up. "Jonah, Libby!"

Jonah looks up, prompting Libby to as well. They both wave at her as she jogs towards them. "Hey, Andi," Jonah says. "What are you doing here?"

"I texted Libby earlier, and asked if we could hang out."

"That's great. I was actually about to go meet up with Cyrus. Guess you can keep each other company." Jonah hugs Libby, then proceeds to hold out his palm, close it, and open it again. The sign for "goodbye."

Andi sits next to Libby and Jonah strolls away. Andi didn't stall for a second, signing as she speaks, "So, you and J-Dimple? How's that going?"

"(It's going great. I'm teaching him sign language,)" Libby signs.

"Teaching him? That's pretty cool. But I mean, how is your relationship?"

"(Better than before. We're going ice-skating soon. Something he's planning to teach me.)"

Andi felt discomfort from that statement, but managed to keep a happy expression. "That's so adorable! I'm just... so happy for you!"

—————

Cyrus waits patiently for Jonah to enter the diner. To pass the time, he texts TJ a list of his favorite muffins, to which he replies with some of his own. Jonah enters the door and Cyrus slides his phone into his pocket. "Jonah!"

"Hey, Cy. Why'd you want to meet up?"

"Oh, you know. Just to have some guy talk. Like we used to."

Jonah sits down across from Cyrus. "Okay. What do you want to talk about?"

"Whatever you want."

Jonah finds difficulty in thinking of a subject. "Umm, you're gay. What's that like?"

"It's... different than what I'm used to, but I'm starting to accept it. Uh, how are you and Libby?"

"She's teaching me sign, so that's something. I know how to spell my name now," he replies as he begins to move his hands around.

"Ehh, you're close. But that spells, 'Jomah.' It's two fingers before the thumb, not three."

"Oh... sorry."

"Don't be. You're getting better. And I'm glad you're trying something new. And how about Amber?"

Jonah's head shoots up. "Amber?"

Red lights were flashing in Cyrus' head. "Yeah. You're able to confide in her because of the thing. It must feel great having a friend to talk to about this.

Jonah begins to show a nervous look. "Uhh, Yeah. She's a great friend. I just remembered, I have to go. Catch you later?"

"You know it. Later."

As Jonah exits, Cyrus slips his phone back out just as the girls return to the Spoon. "I was just about to text you both. Jonah's cheating. He says he and Libby are still together, and when I brought up Amber, he got scared and left.

"That can't be true," Buffy says. "Amber told me Libby broke up with Jonah."

Andi shakes her head. "Libby said that she and Jonah were still together. He lied to Amber."

Cyrus places his water glass down. "Why would Jonah do this?"

"What's more important on the moment is whether we should tell Amber and Libby."

"We're telling them," Buffy says.

"No we shouldn't. That's going to make things way worse."

The two look at Andi, who is now the deciding vote. "It's on you, Andi. Is it going to be a lie where everyone is happy, or a truth where no one is?"

To Be Continued... Because I'm Evil and I Love Cliffhangers...

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TSOTBL - The Unseen Catacombs

“So what are today’s plans?” Zane asked.

“Well today is going to be a little bit different, today we’re all going to look through the library.” Aaron elaborated. “The library? Why?” Aphmau asked, tilting her head. “Because they're ended up being a LOT more books than I thought there was going to be, besides we're almost done with the rooms anyway and Garroth and Kim are going to need a lot more help.” Aaron explained. “Yeah you wouldn't BELIEVE the amount of books there is! They pretty much left the library untouched when they closed this place down.” Kim stated in an excited manner. “It’s...pretty grand...” Garroth added. “Enough chit-chat, let's get this over with because it sounds like we're going to be here for a loooong while.” Lucinda said, proceeding to open the doors to the library.

The inside of the library wasn't much different since Zane had last seen it, except for the fact that there were various stacks of books of different sizes on many of the tables.

“Holy crap this is a huge library!” Aphmau commented in awe. “Ireeeene this going to take forever to clean…” Lucinda groaned. “Well hey, on the bright side this place isn't anywhere near as filthy as the rest of the lodge.” Aaron assured Lucinda. “Next time we go on some kind of vacation I'M picking the place.” Lucinda stated, somewhat grumpy. “You chose to come!” Aaron reminded her. “At least my idea of a vacation isn't cleaning up a run down lodge!” “Guys, guys! Come on we have a library to clean!” Zane scolded them. “Yeah, yeah!” Lucinda rolled her eyes.

Aaron and Lucinda took down books from the bookshelves, and Aphmau would take the books from them and make piles so that Kim and Zane could evaluate the books. Garroth would sweep all of the paper on the floor and see what was trash and what was just torn book pages.

“What the hell does a library need so many copies of “Shakespeare Classics” for?” Zane remarked, throwing the book into a trash pile. “I dunno, people who want to read and get bored halfway through the first page because they can't really read it?” Kim wondered. “Probably.” Zane said, as he set aside another book. “Man, some of these books are real hidden treasures but half of their pages are missing or torn!” Kim complained. “How did they even end up like this anyway?” “Robbers? Asshole people? Racoons? Bees?” “I mean probabl-wait did you just say bee-” “AHHH!” Aphmau shrieked, cutting Zane off. “What's wrong?!” Aaron asked, alarmed at Aphmau's scream. “This gross looking spider crawled out of the book and onto on my arm!” Aphmau explained, shaking herself off. “Really Aphmau? You had us all think you like, died, over a spider?” Lucinda remarked, glaring at Aphmau. “They're scary!” Aphmau said, trying to justify herself. “Aph!” Lucinda scolded. “Seriously..?” Kim muttered. “C’mon guys cut Aphmau some slack, bugs can be icky and creepy.” Garroth defended, from across the room. “No they're not, you guys are just 'fraidy cats.” Aaron claimed. “They are creepy! I remember seeing this huge, horrible spider, and I killed it with a broom, like this-” “Wait Garroth nO-” “HYAAH!” Garroth yelled, slamming the broom against one of the bookcases, causing it to fall.

The bookcase fell over and hit the end of the room wall.

“Garroth!” Aaron scolded. “Sorry!” Garroth apologized nervously.

But before anyone else could say anything, the wall the bookcase has hit began to open. It creaked and it cracked until it revealed the entrance to what appeared to be a cave system.

“Woah what the hell?” Aaron said in awe. “A cave? So this is where it was….” Garroth stated in confusion. “You knew there was a cave around here and didn't say anything?!” Lucinda snapped at Garroth. “Er, um, I mean- I didn't know the lodge was literally built on it!” Garroth defended himself. “Pretty stupid place to build a lodge on.” Lucinda remarked. “Maybe it's a mine?” Kim thought aloud in wonder. “Why don't we check it out? Until we can find a way to close this back up this'll be free to explore!” Kim asked, gazing upon the cave system. “I don't know, what if one of us get hurt? We don't know how stable the cave is.” Lucinda thought aloud in concern. “I'm sure if it were really unstable it would have collapsed by now, we just gotta watch our step!” Kim explained, walking a bit into the cave. “Hmm….” Aaron uttered. “Pleeeaaaasssse?” Kim begged, turning to Aaron. “Fine, we'll check it out for a minute or so.” “Yay!!!” “Hmm….” Lucinda uttered to herself.

Everyone entered the cave and looked around, the cave hadn't been excavated by man, the paths seemed natural. There were stalagmites littered throughout the cave, and a lot of rocks of different sizes and colors lying in piles around the floor.

“This is so cool! It's not everyday you get to walk into a cave like this!” Kim said in excitement, curious about everything around her. “I wonder why they would build a lodge over a cave like this, couldn't they have just started a mine from here? Or maybe just put a block over it if you want to keep morons from getting hurt.” Zane commented, thinking about the peculiarity of the cave. “Well, there isn't really any other land in BunnyHill to actually build a lodge like this.” Garroth stated. “Just sounds like poor design to me, no wonder this place closed down. With the kind of people who managed the construction of this lodge, I don’t imagine the management of the lodge itself was any better.” Aaron added. “Hey look!” Lucinda shouted, pointing at an intersection in the cave. “Woah, four different pathways?” Aphmau pointed out. “Cool! I wonder where the all lead to!” Kim said in excitement. “I can tell you where they lead to: nowhere land. We have to go back to the inside of the lodge now.” Lucinda insisted. “Awwww why?” Kim whined.

“This place is probably dangerous! Last thing we need is one of falling off a cliff or something! Besides we have work to do remember?” Lucinda claimed.

“But at this rate we’ll be done before Garte gets here anyway! Can we just go through one of the pathways…?” Kim asked in a sad tone, lip trembling, and giving Lucinda the biggest googly eyes Kim could possibly muster. “No!” “Pleeeaaaasssse!!!” “Nuh-uh!” “Pleasepleasepleaseplea-” “No Kim! And that's final!” Lucinda snapped. “Okay…” Kim muttered, disappointed she couldn't go through. “Alright everyone let's get out of here!” Lucinda announced.

Everyone retraced their steps and returned to the library. They resumed work as usual.

“Hey Kim…!” Garroth whisper-shouted, walking by Kim and tugging her slightly. “Huh? What is it Garroth…?” Kim replied, still a bit bummed out. “Look at this cool rock I found before we left the cave.” Garroth whispered.

It was a gemstone rough, a sparkling red gem with patches of the rock it once grew in.

“It's so pretty..!” Kim whispered shouted. “You can have it! As a little souvenir from the cave.” “Aw thanks Garroth!”

Kim felt a bit better now, having an interesting rock to keep.

While everyone was about their business, Aaron talked to Lucinda.

“Hey Lucinda…?” Aaron asked, grabbing a book and passing it down. “Yeah?” She responded, keeping her focus on the bookshelf. “I don't wanna pry, but why'd you get so snappy with Kim back in the cave? It's not really like you to snap like that.” “Ehh..I didn't mean to be so rude to Kim, that cave it just..gave me a lot of bad vibes.” Lucinda admitted. “Same here, but it is just a cave.” “I know but, it wasn't just me being afraid someone was going to get hurt, it was like...a menacing energy? Something restless and without peace…” “Hmm.. well you are a witch after all, you can sense certain things that us humans can't, so I guess I'll just have to take your word for it. “I still feel bad for yelling at Kim though, I'll apologize to her when our work here is done for the day.” “That's good, I wouldn't want there to be drama between anyone during our stay here, because we're all going to be here a while and it's already enough me and Aph have problems.” “Yup. That’s the last thing we need of all things right now.”

[septic-dr-schneep]

Would JJ and Chase ever switch roles when it comes to who takes care of who? Like for example, Chase has been working overtime so when they both finally have time to hang out, Chase falls asleep hugging JJ or smth, and JJ has to be in charge of actually putting Chase in bed 'w'

Welp, they have now! :D Let’s see how well Jamie handles it!

JSE Fanfiction - Steeping Senses

It hadn’tescaped Jameson’s notice that Chase was working much longer hours than usual.His workday generally consisted of filming stunts for the morning and thenspending the rest of his time at the office, editing with his crew. Sometimesthe time for the stunt work ranged anywhere from five to seven hours, but aftertaking a break this past week for a particularly bad depressive spell, thevlogger was doing his best to catch up with his schedule and bring his viewers twice the amount of content to make upfor his absence.

“You mustget back into swing gradually,Chase!” Schneep warned sternly at breakfast. “It does not make sense to strain andexhaust yourself as soon as you’re back on your feet!”

Chase hadsimply offered him a rueful smile in return. “If I’m back on my feet, what elseam I s’posed to be doing but making up for the time I wasn’t?” he’d questioned.Schneep had been too startled by the question to offer a response before Chase glancedat his watch and leapt up from the breakfast table. “Speaking of which, I’mgonna be late. Yesterday’s footage should be ready to upload today. See if youcan watch ’em at some point and give me feedback, okay?”

Schneepseemed reluctant to do so, but Jameson was more than willing. He did watch them as they were uploaded andfrankly…they concerned him a little. He had taken part in a few Bro Averagevideos himself; he knew how Chase acted when he was filming—rather, he knew howhe was supposed to act. Did Chase realize how much of his usual drive and vigorwere missing?

Jamesonknew for certain that it wasn’t in his imagination when he checked the commentssection.

“Is it just me or does Chase look reallytired?”

“He seems like he’s doing a lot reallyfast…”

“Hey mate, it’s ok that you took abreak. We will wait for you!”

“If you ever need, or even just want abreak, you don't need our permission. You're still human, dude.”

When Chasegot home that evening, uncharacteristically quiet and scrubbing at his eyes,Jameson asked him if he was feeling alright.

“Yeah,buddy, I’m fine,” he answered immediately, almost absentmindedly, as he fishedaround in the kitchen cupboards for his favorite coffee mug. “S’just been along day.”

“Perhaps you should turn in,” Jameson suggested cautiously, hopinghis apprehension wasn’t too transparent.Chase didn’t seem to notice it.

“Nope, can’t.Stanley said when I left that once I’d had some dinner he wanted to get on aconference call with me so we can discuss what we’re doing this weekend.” Afterhe set up the coffee pot, Chase leaned against the counter to wait for it, hisjaw working in a certain fashion that Jameson expected was to stifle a yawn. “LikeI said, Jays, I’m fine.”

Coming outof his chair, Jameson shuffled closer, leaning past Chase’s arm and pointedlyflipping the switch—the one Chase had taught him would actually turn the coffeepot on. Chase seemed surprised for amoment at his obvious oversight but he offered no comment as the coffeegrumbled. Jameson stayed with him, resisting the urge to wring his hands. Thisought to be the time when Chase asked him about his day or told him an amusingstory about a member of the camera crew, but instead they just…stood insilence.

When thecoffee finished, Chase visibly bolstered himself, giving Jameson a tired smileas he took the mug from the counter—and the pot. As he started out of the room,Jameson blinked in disbelief, stepping forward enough to take ahold of hisshoulder.

“Wait! Aren’t you—shouldn’t you behaving a proper meal with that?” he questioned uncertainly.

“Ehh, I’mnot really hungry. Just coffee’s fine,” Chase shrugged it off. “I’ll be in thecomputer room. Don’t wait up if you’re tired, okay? G’night.”

“Good…night…” Jameson murmured, not bothering toproject his speech slide far enough for Chase to see as he left.

In the end,Jameson obediently went to bed. He didn’t wait up for Chase, but he did wake upthe moment he felt the bedsprings creak. Jameson kept his eyes closed despiteit, holding very still and listening intently for the sigh of relief at beinghorizontal at last. It didn’t come. After three minutes or so, JJ riskedlooking over his shoulder and found the other already asleep. He was like acandle, blown out as soon as his head touched the pillow.

The nextmorning was uncannily similar to the one before, as was the evening. It happenedagain the day after that and the day after that. The longer it went on, themore Jameson hated it and when he summoned his courage, he told Chase as much,but all he got was a regretful tousle to his hair.

“I’m sorry,Jem. I miss you during the day too,” he admitted. “Hey, text me aroundlunchtime, okay? I’ll try to say hi.”

Jameson didtext him, but he never answered. He must have forgotten.

Nightsprogressively got harder to bear—not just because he found it hard to wait forhim but because it was becoming increasingly difficult to stay with him. Jameson always had a fully furnished room of his ownto turn to, but he knew his da wanted and needed him there. It was most likelya side effect of losing his marriage, but Chase naturally slept better when hehad some company at night.

When he waswarm and had someone to hold, he’d explained, he was calmed. He could lie stilland sleep without any interruptions. Lately, however, to Jameson’s dismay, thatdidn’t seem to be the case. With increasing frequency the gentleman foundhimself jostled awake when a stray elbow ended up lodged in his back or theirfeet got tangled up. Chase tossed and turned much more than he used to.

Thismorning, he didn’t even take the time to finish his breakfast, wrapping whatwas left of his pop-tart in a napkin and jamming it in his back pocket.

“You’re notstaying?” Jackieboy didn’t seem particularly surprised, but Chase didn’t seemto notice how troubled the hero’s eyes were as they tracked his progress.

“I can’t stay,” Chase said shortly, barelyglancing at him as he slapped his cap on his head and heaved a backpack ofsupplies onto his shoulder, stumbling a little under its weight before headjusted. “I don’t know when I’m gonna be back; I’ll see you later.”

As soon asthe front door closed behind him, Jackieboy exhaled slowly, shaking his head.Schneep was already drumming his fingers against the edge of his coffee mug andMarvin was practically vibrating with tension.

“I’m worried for him,” Jameson blurted out.

“We allare,” Jackie assured him grimly.

“It’s beenmore than this last week now,” Schneep huffed, taking a resigned sip of thelittle coffee Chase had left in the pot. “He is not like Jackie and I, he isnot like Jack, he doesn’t cope with late night work—not well, at least.”

“I’m a right testament to that,” Jameson agreed, gingerly rubbing thesore shoulder that had received a particularly harsh elbow last night. “But…bebother it, what can we do toconvince him to stop?”

“I’ll holdhim down for a nap if I have to,” Marvin muttered agitatedly. “If he keepsdoing this, he’ll just end up right back in his slump, and trashing himselflike this is gonna make it a lot harderto get back out.”

Those wordsgnawed at Jameson for hours on end; the worry was all-encompassing. He couldbarely focus on his own daily activities. He didn’t want to see him fall, notagain, not so soon. When Chase had a run of his better days, he was one of thehappiest, most upbeat and enthusiastic people Jameson knew. He loved life. Watching him when he wasbedridden, never speaking, barely eating…it was like looking at an entirelydifferent person, a numb, hopeless little thing that had been torn from Chase’sbody like Peter Pan’s shadow.

The shadowsunder Chase’s eyes were disconcertingly deep now, Jameson noted, swallowinghard and tightening the fold of his hands as he waited. Chase didn’t seem tonotice he was there at first, nearly jumping out of his skin when he finallydid see him at the dining table.

“Whoa! Jem!”Cursing under his breath, he pressed a hand against his chest, taking asteadying breath as he swayed back. “What’re you doing up? You should be in bedby now, right?”

“I wanted to stay up for you,” Jameson answered, trying for a smilebefore allowing for a pause. “Oh, butwhat time is it?”

As he madea show of patting himself down, looking for his pocket watch, he peeked up atChase every so often, his chest tightening. The older Ego had stopped payingattention to him already, tossing his backpack aside and trudging toward thekitchen cabinet. He was probably going to get more of that blasted coffee.

“Good golly! It’s far later than Ithought!” heexclaimed, projecting his speech slide in front of the cabinet doors. “Now that you’re home, perhaps we should both retire!”

“I can’t,”Chase brushed that off predictably. Jameson was starting to hate those twowords. “Something went wrong with the file on today’s third video; I need towrangle that into shape after I’ve had some dinner.”

Jamesonhadn’t seen him actually sit down and eat a full night meal for a few days now.He was distracted from bringing that up, however, as he happened to glance downand spot the edge of the napkin peeking out of Chase’s pocket. Astonished, he rose,crossing the distance in three long strides to snatch at it, causing the olderEgo to lurch away.  

“Hey, what’reyou—?”

“After you’ve had supper?” Jameson echoed incredulously, wavingthe folded napkin and its mashed, crumbling contents. “Why, you’ve still got your breakfastto eat! Did you have sustenance of anysort today?”

“Well,yeah. There was half a donut on the counter at the office,” Chase protested.

“Do you recall picking it up and eatingit?” Jamesonpersisted, tossing the mess onto the counter and planting his hands on his hipsexpectantly. Chase’s hesitation went on for a few seconds too long. Eyesnarrowing, Jameson closed the rest of the distance, interlacing his arm withChase’s and marching toward the couch. “Plantyourself here right this instant, sir! You’re taking a night off and that’sthat!”

Groaning,Chase pulled against his grip, making all the same objections he had theprevious several nights. “You don’t understand, Jem. I’ve got another conferencecall I need to make. All I need is a little coffee and I’ll be set. You shouldn’ttry to stay up when all I’m gonna be doing is work—”

“I’m not staying up for my sake, Chase! It’snot because I miss you or I’m sad I don’t get to see you; I’m worried! Why do you think I’m enforcingthis?” Jamesonsnapped. “The only reason you’ve stoppeddashing about like a madman for the past few days is because you’re tooexhausted to dash! Now you’re stumblingabout like a—a—” He couldn’t find a proper metaphor, steering Chase ontothe couch and then planting himself next to him, wordlessly simmering.

“Jameson,”Chase began slowly—and he’d used his full name, which meant he was finally paying full attention to him—“AllI want is to make up for lost time.”

“You’ve done more than enough. It’s a sorry excuse for battering yourself likethis for more than a week,” theyounger Ego shot back with a glower.

“Okay, then,”Chase conceded, his voice falling lower. “I want to make up for the time all ofyou had to spend taking care of me.”

“Well, think of it this way: we’ll haveto take care of you quite a while longer if you bring yourself to harm byoverworking!”

Chase didn’tanswer right away; it seemed as if it was taking him a while to process thewords. “I just…need to jump back into things when I come out of one of mydowns,” he muttered restively, looking anywhere but at his companion. “Or I’llstart thinking about things…how muchworse I make things for all of you by having these bad days…Hating myself for ’emmore than I already do.”

“…Da.”

“Yeah?”

Sliding hislegs up onto the couch in front of him, Jameson leaned, wrapping his armstightly around Chase’s chest and curling close to him. “The only way you could possibly worsen anything for me is by punishing yourself.”

Now that hewas looking at him this closely, Jameson could really see the exhaustion—the stress creases and the stray stubble andthe glaze in his eyes that didn’t belong. It created an ache in his chest that encouragedhim to tighten his grip, his fingers digging into Chase’s ribs in an attempt toforce him closer.

After afull minute, Chase relented, relaxing into his hold and heaving a breath thatruffled Jameson’s hair before looping his nearer arm around his back. Takingthat as progress, Jameson weighed further into him, getting comfortable, andChase huffed softly.

“Are yousure you didn’t miss me?”

“Are you sure you didn’t miss me more?”

“Yeah, Idid…” Despite the several cups of coffee he’d downed during the day, Chasecould feel another yawn lurking. He didn’t bother stifling it this time, blinkingtiredly as he pressed his cheek against the curve of his boy’s shoulder. Hishead didn’t want to stay upright anymore. “S’being all cuddly part of your plant’make sure I take the night off?”

“Yes.”

“Gotcha…”

There wasno need to elaborate on the rest of the plan; it was already in motion. Chase’seyes were flickering closed, his breaths evening out startlingly fast, andJameson stilled, waiting until the arm around his back slid limply down againstthe cushions.

Fortyseconds. All it had taken was forty seconds without pushing himself to keepgoing. Reaching back, Jameson took ahold of his fallen hand, maneuvering itaround his neck and tightening the grip he had around his waist. The fact thatChase wasn’t holding his own weight as Jameson pulled on him made standing astruggle; he was a little surprised that he didn’t jolt awake again as soon asJameson readjusted his grip, but it was a testament to just how exhausted hewas.

After aprecarious, wobbling journey down the dim hallway, Chase’s bed was a more thanwelcome sight. Jameson let Chase’s arm fall from his shoulders, hugging himcarefully around the chest until he could steer him down properly. From there thegentleman began working on untying his boots. Chase did stir somewhat then,twisting onto his side and allowing his hand to fall into the empty spacebeside him, as if he’d expected something to be there.

“I’m coming,” Jameson assured him kindly, though heknew he wasn’t heard.

As soon ashe’d pried his boots off and set them aside, he didn’t hesitate to burrowunderneath the covers and fill the space, allowing the other to shift his armhowever he cared to in his sleep. Sure enough, Chase’s fingers automaticallyfound the back of his nightshirt, curling loosely into it to keep him where hewas. As he leaned into the touch, Jameson stilled, straining his ears. He hadto hear it. None of this would feel quite as right as it ought to without it.

After a fewmore seconds, he could feel the last of the tension drain from Chase’s body inthe deep, drowsy sigh he’d been waiting for. Relief. Comfort. Jameson wasallowed his own breath of relief because of it, nestling close against him sothe steady, warm thump of his heart could lull him down slowly.  

He had a delightfullycontented feeling that they would be sleeping in tomorrow morning.

[whatarubberchicken]

Lukadrinette - Part 2

I feel bad not getting my Marichat May fics in, but damn they got dark all of a sudden. To make myself feel better, have another section of the fic that’s currently eating away at my mind:

First part is here.

Again, adult language and situations going on. This happens years after the show.

Adrien woke to a queasy stomach, a massive head-ache, and sunlight in his eyes. He groaned and rolled over, trying to hide under the blanket.

The blanket smelled weird.

Dammit. Now he had to do laundry again!

He hated this part of getting drunk—wait. It wasn’t a bad ‘weird’ smell. Just different.

He sniffed again.

Floral… mint… salt… and some sort of cologne…

Aww, fuck. He wasn’t home.

He groaned again, wondering what hell-hole he’d managed to dive into this time. It couldn’t be too bad, he supposed. The smell was nice. At least he hadn’t woken up to somebody beside him. He hadn’t been drugged. He wasn’t naked. (Well, not fully-naked, he corrected himself, realizing he’d lost his shirt somewhere in there. And judging from the uncomfortable wet spot in his jeans, he probably should’ve lost those too before he’d pissed himself.)

He heard a chuckle come from somewhere in the room.

“Well, well. He lives!” a familiar voice called.

Adrien groaned. “Please don’t yell at me,” he whimpered. Crap, now he knew exactly where he was. And like always, his pulse quickened and he could feel his mood lifting, just by being the same room as this man.

“Ouch,” Luka laughed. “I’m talking softly, pretty boy. You really did a number on yourself.”

“You try getting left at a club by a girl who told you she loved you for two whole weeks,” Adrien grumbled. “See how you take it.”

“Wow. Two whole weeks,” Luka deadpanned.

“Shuddup.”

He heard the other boy chuckle again.

“Coffee?”

“Please,” Adrien sighed, finally surrendering to the inevitable and sitting up. Slowly. Dammit, his head hurt. Luka appeared in front of him with a steaming cup and two pills. Adrien nearly slumped with relief as he took them. “Bless you.”

“Meds first, or Mari’ll have my hide.”

Adrien obeyed. “Sorry about your couch,” he said, indicating his lower half.

“Ehh, you’re not the first drunk who’s crashed at our place,” Luka said, throwing himself into a nearby chair and grabbing his guitar. “We put some puppy pads underneath you to absorb it.”

Frowning, Adrien flipped over part of the blanket he’d been sleeping on. Sure enough, absorbent pads covered the cushions beneath him.

“I don’t know if I should feel relieved, or insulted about being considered a puppy,” he muttered.

“We got them after your buddy Kim tried to drink Jules under the table. That was the funniest shit I ever saw,” Luka said, shrugging as he lightly-fingered a few chords. “So, you can blame Marinette’s ability to plan for anything and everything. You did manage to make it into the vomit bucket every time, though. Thank you for that.”

“Wh-where is she now?” Adrien asked, clearing his throat awkwardly. He took a sip of his coffee to try to calm himself.

“Mari? She’s in the bathroom, getting ready for work. Someone has to feed my lazy ass.”

Adrien wanted to hate him. He really did. The other man had everything he’d ever wanted. A loving home, a beautiful girlfriend, a job he didn’t despise with his every breath….

… a hairbrush flying at his head…

Luka yelped and barely managed to duck it.

“Dammit, woman, we’re having guy-talk over here! Can’t you pretend I’m the king of this castle??”

“Not if you put yourself down like that,” Marinette called sweetly as she appeared in the doorway, putting on her earrings. “You are not lazy. You are in-between jobs because you got illegally sacked by a bunch of morons who don’t know how to carry a tune.”

Luka grumbled, running his hands through his hair. “Still not getting paid, though,” he reminded her.

“We’ll make it just fine,” she said softly, coming over and kissing the top of his head. “Joan will find you guys another gig and then I’ll never see you at night ever again.” They grinned at each other as she retrieved the hairbrush. Adrien didn’t even realize he was staring until Marinette looked over at him.

“How are you feeling, Adrien?” she asked, keeping her voice low.

“Good! Good,” Adrien said, nodding and clearing his throat again. God, she looked so beautiful. Hair up in a professional-looking bun. Makeup on. Killer outfit with a button-down blouse and matching slacks. So grown up and put-together. And here he was, sitting in his own piss and nursing a hangover.

Somebody kill him now.

“Make sure you take a shower before you go home,” she said, crossing into the kitchen and pouring herself a cup of coffee as well. “Luka can loan you some clothes while you throw yours in the laundry.”

Luka cleared his throat and pouted at her, giving her big, puppy-dog eyes.

“I don’t think now’s the best time, Luka,” she sighed.

“Can I at least ask him??” Luka begged.

“Ask me what?”

“You are going to make this awkward!” Marinette snapped.

“It’s already awkward!” Luka argued. “Look at him, babe! He’s ready to bolt as soon as you leave! At least this way he’ll have something to look forward to if he stays!”

Adrien, who had indeed been thinking he’d make up an excuse to get out of this apartment as soon as his high-school friend left, snapped his mouth shut on his questions and looked between the two confusedly. What the hell could they possibly be arguing about??

“Luka….” Marinette groaned.

“Don’t you ‘Luka’ me!” her boyfriend snapped. “You know I’m right. You want him as bad as I do!”

Adrien blinked. Wait… what?

“Umm, look,” he said slowly, licking his lips, “if me being here is gonna cause a problem for you two, I can just go….”

“You’re not a problem, Adrien,” Marinette said. She and Luka locked eyes for a moment, silently battling it out. To Adrien’s surprise, Marinette was the first to look away, shrugging helplessly.

“Fine, ask him,” she said. “But if he runs away screaming, I’m blaming you.”

“Ask me what?” Adrien’s curiosity was eating him alive.

Luka turned to him eagerly. “I—we—were wondering if you’d like to stay here with me today,” he said. “Breakfast, shower, laundry, all that. But also, with the understanding that I desperately want to bend you over that kitchen counter.”

Adrien choked. He hadn’t taken a drink of his coffee, but he straight-up choked as he stared at the other man. Behind him, Marinette groaned and facepalmed.

“Babe, we need to work on your tact,” she said.

“What? It’s the truth!” Luka protested. “Oh, and Mari! Mari would like to join us when she gets home.”

“Mari would like to strangle her boyfriend with his guitar strings,” Marinette muttered under her breath.

“We’ll save that for the second date,” Luka winked at her.

“So, wait… both of you?” Adrien asked, trying to talk, even though his mind had been blown. They were already a couple, but… they weren’t talking about breaking up over him…. “You both want me?”

“Please ignore the horny blueberry in the corner there,” Marinette said, stepping around the kitchen counter. Luka made an offended noise. “But… let’s just say… in the past, we have considered adding you to our relationship and found that neither of us were against the idea.”

“Against the idea?” Luka scoffed. “You were screaming his name as I—”

“Quiet, you,” she growled. She focused on Adrien again. “You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to,” she said softly. “If you just want to get cleaned up and go, that’s fine. Nothing has to change between us. But if you want to—”

“I can have both of you?” Adrien choked out, looking between them wildly.

God, the idea… he’d wanted Luka for forever. Before he’d even known that boys could like boys like that. He’d simply thought something was wrong with him until Nino had realized Adrien had never gotten any sort of “talk” from the non-existent parental units in his life. And Marinette was… well, Marinette! The one he’d secretly pinned after for years, hoarding every single picture Alya had sent him; always heartbreakingly-aware that she was far too good for him.

They wanted him? Even broken and pathetic on their couch? He knew he was pretty, but they of all people knew just how messed up he was! Most of his partners ran away once they realized just how deep the drama got. But Marinette and Luka already knew about all that.

And they wanted him anyway??

I can have this?

Even if they didn’t love him—if it was just a one-time deal…. Just the thought of them—both of them—holding him, touching him, kissing him, oh fuck, taking him, acting like he mattered—

Yes. YES. WHERE THE FUCK DO I SIGN??

“Hmm,” Luka chuckled, watching Adrien and leaning back in a very self-satisfied way. “I think he likes it.”

Marinette looked between them, biting her lip.

“Please,” Adrien breathed, ready to beg on his knees if that’s what it took. “Please. Let me have you, Mari. Both of you,” he added, looking over at Luka, who was grinning broadly. “I’ve wanted both of you forever. Please, I’ll do anything.”

To show he was serious, Adrien sank to his knees. Instantly, both of them leapt forward.

“Whoa, whoa, man!”

“Adrien, that’s not necessary!”

Because he was closer, Luka reached him first, pulling him to his feet. “No need for that, buddy,” he said quickly. “If we’re gonna do this, we all have to be on equal ground, okay?”

“Huh?”

“We’ve got some strict rules about communication, Adrien,” Marinette explained, placing a hand on his arm. Even their simple, friendly touches seared themselves into his mind. “If you want or need something, we need you to tell us, not keep silent because you’re afraid you’ll do something wrong and lose us.”

“I need you,” Adrien said immediately. Marinette gaped at him and then jumped as an alarm on her phone went off.

“Catches on quick, doesn’t he?” Luka snickered. “You’re gonna be late for work, babe.”

“I know,” Marinette grumbled, searching Adrien’s eyes for a moment more. She sighed in defeat. “Fine. I’m going. Luka, make sure you talk to him—”

“I will, I will,” Luka promised, shooing her away.

“And remember, don’t put jeans in hot water—”

“Got it, Mama-Marinette.”

Marinette made a face at him and finally ran out the door.

To be continued....

[nanalikessurveys]

A – Accidents

01. Have you ever been in a car accident?

Thankfully no

02. Do you have a lot of scars?

No, not a lot

03. Have you ever been in a fist fight with someone?

Nope

04. Have you ever seriously hurt anyone by mistake?

No

05. Have you ever had stitches? Where?

I’ve had my mole surgically removed from my stomach

B – Beauty

06. Do you consider yourself beautiful?

No

07. Are you self conscious of how you look?

Most of the time lol

08. Do you put on a lot of makeup?

Sometimes

09. Would you ever consider getting plastic surgery?

Nah

10. What do you think makes a person beautiful?

As cliché as it sounds - confidence

C – Consequences

11. What was the longest amount of time you’ve been grounded for?

I’ve never been grounded, it was not a thing in my family

12. What would you do if you got pregnant, keep it or have an abortion?

Isn’t putting the baby up for adoption an option? (holy shit those rhyming words sound cool when you say it lol)

13. Do you ever think about how your actions affect other people?

Pretty much always

14. What do you think is the worst punishment someone could give you?

Take away the people i love. and my cats

15. What is one thing you wish you didn’t do, just because it wasn’t worth it in the end?

Saying some big lies back in the days

D – Dealing

16. When you are mad at someone, how do you show them?

I don’t really let myself get angry, but if i do i just try to calm the other person down haha

17. Name a time when you had to be strong.

Theh high school years

18. Have you ever dealt with a divorce or parents fighting? Any kind of abuse at home?

My parents split up when i was about 8 years old. but it wasn’t that bad. i never heard them fighting or anything and they still get along today. and i’m in touch with my father. also i was never abused

19. When people at school don’t accept you, or have problems with you, how do you react?

I get sad

20. Have you ever lost someone to death? Explain how you got through it.

No, except my cat. i don’t know how i got through it. i think i just thought that things like that happen and pets don’t live as long as we do

E – Experience

21. Have you ever had a job? Any volunteer jobs?

No. no

22. Do you think that you are sexually experienced, or not at all?

Ehh, i wouldn’t call myself sexually experienced but i have experienced sexual things?

23. Have you gone through a lot emotionally, or has life been easy thus far?

It’s been a fucking roller coaster

24. Do you think you are ready to be on your own (have your own home, job, etc.)?

I already live on my own. and i can’t wait to have a job haha

25. How old do you act?

Idk, i guess a lot younger than i am

F – Family

26. Is there anyone in your family you don’t talk to? Why?

No

27. If you had to choose, family or friends?

I’m sorry but i’ll choose family. i love my friend but family is family and they have always been there. friends just kind of come and go?

28. Can you tell your parents or one of your parents anything?

Yeah, i can tell my mom pretty much everything

29. Do you have any siblings? If so, do you ever get jealous of them?

I have an older sister. i used to get jealous of her actually when i was a lot younger. because she is 5 years older than me so i was a bit jealous of all the cool things she could do but i couldn’t because i was too young and stuff like that

30. How often do you spend ‘quality time’ with family members?

As often as i can. which means about once a week

G – Growing

31. How tall are you? How tall do you wish you were?

I’m 163cm(i think it’s about 5′4′’?), i don’t mind my height

32. Do you think that you have grown more in the past year than any year before that?

I haven’t really grown at all the past year

33. As a person, do you think you are mature for your age or still act childish?

I’m pretty childish

34. Are you scared to think that one day you will turn 30, then 40, then 50?

Yes yes YEES, i hate growing up lol

35. Do you believe you still have a lot to learn?

Definitely

H – Hope

36. Love – real or not?

Real

37. Are you a pessimist of an optimist?

I don’t know

38. Do you believe in fate, that everything happens for a reason, or do you think that our actions lead the way?

Hmm, both seem believable

39. Do you think that after we die our spirit is still alive?

I don’t want to think about death

40. What gives you hope when you just feel like dying?

My mom would miss me lol

I – Issues

41. Do you suffer from depression or constant sadness/loneliness?

Not constant sadness. i have my moments

42. Do you have any type of disease or disability?

Yes

43. Are you currently in a hard relationship or have bad luck with the opposite sex?

Nah, just crushing lol

44. Do you think that you are alone in this world?

No

45. How often do you think about death, suicide or running away?

Not that much anymore. actually i never think that anymore, which i’m really happy about

J – Jokes

46. Say a word or phrase that would not be funny to anyone but you & one of your friends (an inside joke)

It is what it is

47. Are you usually the one who makes people laugh,Or the other way around?

The other way around. i laugh a lot

48. Do you cry when you laugh hard?

Yes, best feeling ever

49. Write down a hilarious moment you had with someone that makes you laugh to this day!

There’s so many funny moments i’ve had but i don’t feel like sharing them lol, i can’t even think of any specific moment

50. Do you ever get in trouble for laughing or talking a lot during class?

That happened couple times when i was just too tired and started laughing about everything

K – Knowledge

51. The purpose of school: to learn, to cause trouble or to hang out with friends?

To learn and socialize

52. Do people refer to you as smart, dumb, or average?

Probably as dumb ahahhha

53. What was the highest grade you have received (full course mark) ever?

On my report card? highest one was 9 (the grading in finland goes from 4 to 10)

54. What was your last average? This year would you like to maintain it or aim higher?

On my 9th grade report card my average was 8.something. i can’t remember

55. What do you find the most interesting subject to be (to study or to talk about)?

I guess psychology

L – Love

56. Are you currently in love? If not, have you been before?

I am not in love right now but i’m crushing. i have been in love before

57. Do people around you show you a lot of love (tell you they love you, hug you, kiss you, etc.)?

Sure

58. Is love worth it?

I guess so

59. Do you hate it when girls in their young teenage years say they ‘love’ someone that they’ve been dating for a few months?

No, there’s nothing wrong with that. teens and kids can feel love as well. maybe in a different way than adults do but hey, love is love

60. Does it take a lot for you to say you love someone, or is it just a word?

It takes a  ot

M – Money

61. Do you believe that money makes the world go round?

Yes

62. Is your family on the poor side, average, or above average when it comes to money?

Aveagre

63. Are you saving up for college/university, or planning to?

I’m not going to uni. besides i wouldn’t have to save for it, it’s free anyway

64. Would you rather win millions of dollars & be set for life, or find the perfect person to marry & start a family with?

Hahah right now i think the first option sounds more tempting

65. On a scale of 1-10, how important is money to you?

7 or something like that

N – Naughty

66. Are you a virgin?

I’m not

67. What do you think about doing sexual things with someone you’re not going out with?

Not for me

68. Do you know anybody you consider a ’slut’? What makes you say that?

No

69. If you could, would you erase some things you did in the past or make it so you did more?

I wouldn’t erase anything

70. Do you consider yourself more nice or more naughty? You can’t say both!

Nice

O – Openness

71. How long does it take for you to open up to someone?

A looooong time

72. What does it take for you to fully trust someone?

^

73. Are you generally untrusting towards people because of past experiences, or any other reason?

I guess you could say so

74. When are you comfortable with someone sexually?

When i have known them for awhile and they seem caring and calm

75. When it comes to parents and close friends, what’s the limit of what you can tell them?

Idk, i guess i wouldn’t talk to my parents about my sexual experiences

P – Positive

76. Have you ever had an experience with someone that didn’t necessarily end positively? If so, would you rather erase the memory of that person because of the sad times or keep the memory of that person because of the good times?

I can’t think of anything right now

77. Do you agree with the saying: better to have loved and lost than not have loved at all?

I guess

78. Are you more optimistic or pessimistic? What do you try to be?

I don’t know which am i. but of course i try to be positive

79. Do you agree that something good can come out of everything?

Not everything but yeah

80. Have you ever had a time where something really bad happened, but something really good happened because of it? If so, please exlain what it was:

Uhh i guess

Q – Questions

81. When faced with a problem, do you ask for help or try to figure it out yourself?

I try to figure it out myself first. but if that doesn’t work out then i’ll ask someone for help

82. Do you often question the world and how we came about? What are some things you would like to know about creation?

Never because thinking of those kind of things freak me out

83. Do you think the government is truthful? If you could ask the president one question, what would it be?

Uhh

84. When someone does something wrong to you, do you confront them and ask them why they did it or just let it go?

Neither, i just keep thinking about the situation for the rest of my life lol

85. What is one unsolved mystery about the world that you want answers to?

I don’t know

R – Respect

86. How do you show respect?

By smiling? by saying nice things?

87. What can someone do for you to lose all respect for them?

Being a total douche. close-minded and mean

88. Do you respect your teachers, parents, and other authority figures?

Yes if they do their job correctly

89. When you are disrespectful to your parents, what is the punishment?

We just tried to talk it out

90. If someone is mean to you, are you mean back or do you kill them with kindness?

Probably kill them with kindness because that’s who i am lol

S – School

91. If you are still in school, what grade will you be going into?

I’m not

92. When will you graduate high school/college?

I gratuated high school in 2017

93. After high school, what did you do/are you planning to do?

I have literally done nothing since i’ve gratuated

94. Do you like or hate school? What do you like/hate about it?

I like learning new things, but the thing is that i never fucking learn. also kids can be mean af. and schools are full of people who don’t accept different people and some teachers don’t do anything about it in my opinon

95. Have you ever been suspended, expelled, or dropped out of school?

No

T – Temptation

96. Have you ever done something wrong, knowing it was wrong, because something inside of you said it was okay?

I’m sure

97. Has anyone ever pressured you to smoke or drink? Did you do it?

I’ve tried cigarettes couple times when my friend was still smoking. she didn’t pressure me, i just tried it out of curiosity. No one has really pressured me to drink either, i just sometimes get comments from people saying that i’m weird because i don’t drink?

98. Did you ever cheat on someone? Why did you do it?

No

99. Did you ever want to do something sexual with someone you didn’t really know or love? What did you end up doing?

No, unless you count celebrity crushes lol

100. Do you give in to temptation easily, or are you more independent and strong willed?

I don’t think i give in to temptation easily

U – Unique

102. Do you do a lot of things because your friends are doing it?

Nah

103. Do you follow trends, wear whatever you want, or wear really unique pieces?

I wear what i want

104. Do you give in easily to peer pressure? Do you do things such as smoke, drink, or have casual sex?

I kind of answered to this already

105. What makes you different from people your age?

Uhh

V – Value

106. What’s the most expensive thing in your room?

My laptop

107. What’s more valuable: your life or the lives of your loved ones? Would you sacrifice your life for other people?

I would sacrifice myself, sure

108. What is something you value not because it cost a lot, but because it means a lot to you?

Idk

109. If there was a fire in your house/apartment, what is the first thing you would grab?

My cats

110. Do you think past memories and experiences are more valuable than what could possibly happen in the future?

Hmm

W – Wishes

111. If you had three wishes, what would they be?

To be happy, healthy and a millionare looool

112. Would you rather wish yourself to be happy, or your loved ones?

That’s a tough one

113. Do you believe that wishes come true if you really believe in them?

No

114. Have you ever had a wish come true? If so, what was that wish?

Not really

115. Do you find wishing for things a waste of time because everything that’s meant to happen, will happen?

No, i think it’s good to have ambitions lol

Y – You

121. Are you more independent or social?

Independent

122. What is something that makes you very mad when you see it?

People being treated badly

123. Do you think that you have potential to do great things?

Uhh no

124. Do you think people are born a certain way, or develop their personalities based on what they go through in life?

I’m pretty sure we develop out personalities

125. Do you think people are generally good ?

Yes

Z – Zest

126. Are you currently happy with your life? Why or why not?

I’m pretty happy right now. but you can ask me again tomorrow, the answer might be different lol

127. Do you go on FacebookCraze.com to get facebook survey’s and quizzes like this one?

No, i get these from tumblr only

128. When change occurs, do you get scared or are you excited for it?

Depends on the change

129. Do you like to try new things, meet new people?

Sure

130. What is the most motivational thing in the world?

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